Rewrite 06

I’m rewriting another scene. Fear my imagination. Sort of a PWP but not really… I guess. Some references to an awesome conversation I had with Mogu. YES. YOU KNOW IT’S MADE OF WIN NOW.

One-shot~

Roxas found himself walking around in the back alleys of Twilight Town. He was deep in thought, reminiscing on the strange events that had occurred today. He was leaving the usual spot after having been thouroughly spooked when those… things showed up suddenly. He groaned internally and then turned to see that a now familiar redhead had also made an appearance. He was scratching his head as he spoke.

“Look at what it’s come to… I’ve been given these icky orders to destroy you if you refuse to come back with me.”

Roxas looked at the redhead, pleading. “We’re… best friends, right?” he asked, remembering what Namine had told him in the white room.

“Sure, but I’m not getting turned into a dusk for—wait a sec, you remember now?!” Axel’s expression brightened suddenly, excited at the prospect of the blond remembering their time together.

“Y-yeah.” Roxas offered a tiny smile.

“Great! But, you know, gotta make sure and all.” Axel thought for a moment, trying to come up with a good, definitive question. “What’s our boss’s name?”

Roxas fidgeted nervously and shrugged, “Er… Dirty Sanchez?” he asked with a goofy grin plastered on his face. Axel laughed, doubling over from the reply and recovered with a cool smirk.

“Close enough…” he moved closer to the blond boy, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “But screw the boss’s name… that’s not what you’re going to be screaming tonight.” He added. Roxas’ eyes widened some as the redhead leaned down and kissed him with a searing passion he didn’t know he missed. A small moan escaped his semi parted lips when Axel’s tongue sought entrance, probing into his warm mouth. He pushed the blond back until he was against one of the stucco and brick walls that made up the alleyway. Roxas let out another muffled groan, hips bucking instinctively.

His body was only just beginning to respond, his half-hardened erection was pulsing against his pants as the leather-clad would-be assassin gripped his shoulders and nibbled on his bottom lip. Axel pulled back for a moment and smiled deviously.

“Mm, Roxas…” he whispered, “Have anyplace in mind to fuck in?” he asked. The fire mage didn’t really care. He was at a point where he was just so aroused that he’d take the blond anywhere but he figured he’d be a little nice to the kid. Roxas whimpered and shook his head silently, biting his lip. Axel snickered and ground their hips together sensuously. “Mmkay…” he said, hands reaching down to unzip the boy’s pants. After this task was completed, he brought his hands back up to slowly peel his gloves off. Roxas felt a shiver go down his spine when Axel’s semi-cold fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed first, then began to pump slowly. Fingers dug into the wall, hips crashing back against it involuntarily as the redhead expertly stroked his throbbing length, making him want to release more than he’d ever wanted to (to date).

“Ax…el…” Roxas whined, face flushed. He thrashed his head from side to side, relishing the feeling of Axel’s gloveless hand tunneled around his aching erection, bringing him closer to completion with each motion.

“That’s it… say my name over and over…” Axel teased, leaning in to bite the kid’s neck playfully. Using his free hand, he started to work on his own zipper pulls, pulling the one on the lower part of his coat up to reveal that he hadn’t been wearing pants or underwear at all, hardened cock at the ready. Roxas groaned upon noticing this, pouty lips parting to release a string of moans each time Axel rubbed his finger over the tip, spreading the pre-cum over the silken skin. He leaned in close to the boy’s face, “I want to hear you beg for it.” He managed a husky whisper, “Beg me to pound my cock into you over and over.”

“Axel…” Roxas looked at the other man with large, pleading eyes. He was so close to orgasm, and it was driving him wild. His breath hitched and he yelled the redheads name as he threw his head back against the wall and his world exploded from the inside out. Axel licked his lips and kissed him forcefully, pumping his softening erection a few more times before letting go.

“You have to say it.” He added in a pause, locking eyes with the blond. Roxas nodded silently, unable to put his thoughts into words at the moment (the euphoria was a little too intense). He took his pants off completely and leaned against the wall, hands up, face turned back to watch Axel’s reaction. He presented himself to the redhead in a wordless plea until he managed to find the right words to speak.

“Fuck me senseless.” He uttered in a breathy voice. Axel moaned quietly, nodding. He produced a small bottle of lube, coating his fingers generously before inserting one into the boy’s tight heat. Roxas pushed back against it, but didn’t make much more of a reaction than that. Axel added another finger, scissoring them to stretch the boy out. Roxas responded to this action, his erection springing back to life from it’s semi-hardened state when Axel brushed a certain spot. A third finger was inserted, and Roxas was literally begging for Axel’s cock to thrust into him, to which Axel complied most willingly.

After coating his member sufficiently, the redhead lined the tip with Roxas’ entrance and pushed it in slowly. He let his lover adjust to the intrusion before starting up the ancient rhythm of his hips. Roxas was tight as ever, and Axel moaned accordingly. “Nngh, you’re so… tight…”

“Don’t ever… stop…” Roxas pleaded, gripping the wall helplessly. Axel nodded, biting his lip more out of habit than anything and rammed himself into his willing body repeatedly. His fingers clutched Roxas’ hips with bruising force as he thrust himself into that deliciously tight warmth, the boy’s name falling from his lips easily now that he’d stopped chewing his lip. Axel sighed, feeling sweat begin to collect under his robes but not wanting to stop just to denude.

He kept pounding, Roxas kept whimpering and moaning. Cries of “more,” “faster,” and “deeper” issuing forth form parted lips and the fire mage had no problem delivering each request with gusto. He propped the boy a little higher against the wall, to change his angle so that his cock would touch Roxas’ prostate with each thrust. He knew he’d hit it when Roxas all but screamed, a violent shiver racking his body. Axel took that as a “do it again” on his body’s part and complied, hitting that spot over and over until Roxas screeched out the redhead’s name hoarsely.

“AXEELLLL!” he cried, his orgasm shooting from his erection to puddle on the floor and wall in front of him. Axel came soon after, groaning Roxas’ name as the boy’s muscles had clenched around him. It almost felt like he was being pulled into him. He shot his seed deep into the blond, short nails biting into the flesh of the kid’s hips.

After everything was said and done, Roxas leaned tiredly against the wall, this time turned to face the fire mage. Axel smiled tiredly, adjusting his robes to conceal his lack of undergarments. He smiled, “Thanks Roxas… so are you coming back—”

Roxas blinked as Axel froze in place, too tired to make a fuss. A loud voiceover caught him off guard and he almost tumbled over from the fright.

“Roxas! This isn’t a dating sim!” the deep voice boomed, “TO THE MANSION!” Roxas flicked the bird towards the sky, expression angry.

“Fuck you voice. I’m tired and my ass hurts. I’m taking a nap.” He muttered, tottering to the usual spot after zipping his pants back up and throwing himself onto the couch. He wondered if Axel was stuck there for long before his heavy eyelids drooped and he fell into a dream-filled sleep.

~Fin~

Of course Axel wasn’t stuck there for long. I’m just too lazy to keep writing.