Summer Salt

Summer Salt

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Pairing(s): Axel x Roxas

Summary: AU-ish. Why did DiZ and Ansem stop Roxas from going to the beach? One word; Axel.
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They had finally made it. The cool ocean breeze playing with their hair lazily. The crashing waves roaring just a few feet away. The stiff, but nice smell of pretzels and sea weed mixing oddly together in the wind. They had finally did it!

They were on the beach!

Smiling happily at one another, Hayner and Olette headed off to buy the pretzels for everyone, as he had planned. Roxas still would rather a nice, juicy watermelon then a stiff, salty pretzel. But he would take what he could get, and anything was better then starving, right?

Watching as the others trotted off, Roxas turned his attention to his raven haired friend, Pence. He had on his usual goofy grin, which reminded the sandy blonde of someone else with dark hair... or was it fur..? Oh, it didn't matter.

Pence announced that he was heading for the beach, wanting to hunt for old pirate treasure. Roxas couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. That guy, always interested in odd things.

Not sure whether it would be nice to wait for Hayner and Olette, or follow in Pence's lead, Roxas decided neither. Instead, the young teen wandered off on his own little mission; finding the best spot to relax on the beach.

Finding a shady cliff, blocking the sun from hitting all of the beach, Roxas gave a little trot towards the area. This was the spot. This was his spot. Grinning at his little discovery, Roxas moved to plot his toosh onto the cool sand, the same sand that would of been scorching if he sat a foot or so away from the cliff. Yes, this was a good spot to relax. Especially without getting sunburned.

Scanning the beach from where he sat, Roxas noticed that he had wandered farther away from the train station then he thought. No one wandered this far before, except Seifer and his gang. But luckily, today the gangsters had remained in town, training up for the coming Struggle Tournament only a day away. Even so, one problem still sat. How was Hayner and the others suppose to find him way out here?

Sighing in defeat, Roxas moved to stand and head back to the popular beach, but suddenly stopped in his tracks. He had hardly even stepped out of the shade when an odd feeling made the back of his hair stand up more then it already did. It felt like someone was watching him, behind him... breathing on him..?!

Jumping as, indeed, a puff of hot air brushed the back of his neck, the sandy blonde made a sharp turn, jumping backwards just a bit to create distance on whoever it was that managed to sneak up on him so easily. What he was greeted with was not what he had in mind at all.

There, in black leather, which, Roxas noticed, must be VERY uncomfortable to where at such temperatures, was a tall man with wild, spiky red locks. His face was only slightly tan, but easily ignored and forgotten by the tear shaped marks under each cheerful green eye. The man gave him a toothy grin, arms opening wide as if to give a hug, or waiting for someone to jump INTO a hug... Roxas couldn't be sure.

"Roxas, its been a while!" the red haired man seemed to cheer happily, stepping forward with each word until he was able to engulf Roxas in that awaiting hug. At the sudden action, the sandy blonde let out an uncomfortable "hurumpf," face being buried in the tall man's chest.

Pulling back just a bit, meeting those friendly green eyes, Roxas had another sense of familiarity. But he had never met this man in his life... had he? What was it about those green eyes, toothy smile, and wild red locks that brought such a warm feeling within him? Was... was he blushing!?

"Oh, man, did I miss you!" the man continued, oblivious to the reddening boy in his arms, "I've been looking for you ever since you disappeared! Know hat a pain you can be? Geez! But don't think I woulda given you up that easy. Hell no! We're not best friends for nothing, right? Right?"

"Best... friends..?" Roxas got out, blinking his bright blue eyes, at a lost. So... he has met up with this man before? But, why didn't he remember him? What was his name? Where did he come from? Was he someone he had met when he was a toddler? That would of made a lot more sense, especially how Roxas could barely remember much about this past, if at all. Maybe that was the problem. He had met this man before he had gotten amnesia, or whatever the hell that made him forgot himself.

"Ya, you and me, Roxas," the red haired man shrugged off, not insulted at being forgotten in the least. Suddenly, a different smile curled his lips, one that Roxas had never seen on anyone's expression before... Well, maybe a little on Seifer, when he wanted to have things his way. Pretty much when he wanted anything. But... What did he want?

"O-oh..." the sandy blonde stuttered, feeling uncomfortable in the man's arms suddenly. Though, at the same time, it also felt right, tight in the black clothed man's embrace. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, and that was an oddity for Roxas. Everywhere he went, everything he did, he always felt out of place, like he didn't belong there. So why... why was it that this wild red haired man made him feel different?

"Don't you remember me, Roxas?" the man pushed, almost purring as he leaned down, pushing Roxas down into the sand until he laid flatly on his back, the heated ground finally making contact with the sandy blonde. The man leaned over his form, both gloved hands on either side of Roxas' head, keeping him down as he continued, "All the fun times we had together? Shared together?"

'Seems like it...' Roxas thought with a sarcastic bite, but remained silent and, oddly enough, obedient. This was so odd, laying under someone, a stranger, no less! He had never submitted like this, not even to Hayner, his best friend. Why did he give in so easily to this wacky guy?

"Oh well," the man shrugged off again, looking a little disappointed, before another toothily grin attacked his face, "We can make new memories together! Better, more fun..." Scanning over the small boy's form with interest, the man ended with a pleased smirk, "And hotter."

"E-excuse me?!" Roxas yelped at the last word. The hell?! Hotter?! What in the world was this guy yapping about?! Were they friends or... or..!

"You heard me," the red haired man laughed, playing with the belt of Roxas' pants lazily, "We use to do it all the time, Roxas. Don't go virgin on my ass."

"B-but I never--!" the sandy blonde stuttered out, feeling a little nervous with this man's large hand playing so close to home. Or was that anxiety..? No, no! He was nervous! Uncomfortable! This man wasn't a friend at all. He was a pervert!

"You did, you did!" the man chirped excitedly, tugging at the waistline of his pants now, with both hands on either side of his hips, "I was you friend, and last. Unless you've been fooling around in this little town while I was looking for your ass. You haven't, had you? I might get jealous~!"

"No, I haven't cheated!" Roxas snapped without thinking, having pushed himself up off the sandy beach to be face to face with the man. Noticing what he had just said, and the sudden closeness, Roxas' face was attacked by another flaming blush, now more confused then ever.

'Why did I react that way..?' Roxas asked himself in panic, wondering if maybe, this man was telling the truth..?

"Good to hear," the man chuckled, amused with the young teen's beet red face. Leaning in easily, thanks to their closeness, the man's lips brushed Roxas' in a short, almost innocent kiss. But the look in those friendly green eyes held nothing but naughty actions ahead.

"Just whot are you?" Roxas gasped. For all he knew, that was his first kiss! And some stranger had to nerve to swipe it right from under him! But Roxas remained silent on this. The red haired man would probably tell him they had done this before, as well.

"Names Axel," the man introduced, yanking down the sandy blonde's black and white pants, where they were rumpled up around his feet, shoes too big to slip around. Roxas gave a shocked yelp at this, face burning even deeper shade of red, if possible, at being stripped. The sand was rough against his naked rear, and burning hot, still, from the sun.

"W-what are you d-doing?!" Roxas cried, hands gripping Axel's shoulder in a death grip, not sure if he was pushing him away or pulling him close. He was far too confused! What was the youth suppose to do in an insolent such as this? This was so new to him... and yet, it also felt familiar.

"What we always do," Axel smirked, pulling down his own black pants that the cloak refused to hide. Once the black leather was gone, leaving a just as slightly tanned erection in its wake, the red haired man continued, "Make love until we can't make love no more... Well, until next time, anyways." Laughing at this, Axel moved to take off Roxas' shoes, wanting a clear passage way to his little lover and pleasure.

Oddly enough, Roxas found himself helping Axel in the removal of his shoes and the rest of his pants. Once they were tossed aside, to be forgotten, the red haired man moved in between the sandy blonde's legs, positioning them higher for better entry.

Roxas gave a pained yet pleasant, cry as Axel's steaming hot member was thrust deep inside, filling him fully. It was a perfect fit. Though, it might of been just a little too thick, but Roxas wasn't going to complain about that. Hell no! It only made this better!

"Ready, love?" Axel purred in Roxas' ear, sandy locks swaying lightly with his deep breath. When the youth nodded, blue eyes clamped shut, and a cute little blush burning his cheeks, Axel finally moved.

He pushed in and out, in and out, in and out... Speeding up the rhythm, faster, faster. Putting more friction, harder, harder. Turning positions a bit to hit the prostate, hitting it over and over and over again. All Roxas could see was Axel, and white lights that flashed before his eyes each time the red haired man would hit that spot just right. His breathing turned faster, quicker, shorter. Wearing his black shirt and white coat was starting to feel uncomfortable, his body sweating up a storm as his inner body heat seemed to rise, higher and higher the closer he got to his limit.

And then, it happened.

Axel's gloved hand gripped his needy length, giving the pink rosy head a rub with his thumb. That was all it took, before Roxas gave another loud cry, this time calling the man's name, slipping past his lips like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was. Roxas could feel Axel's heat better, his entrance tightening around it as he came, forcing the red haired man over the edge along with him. A growl was heard, his name hidden in the rumbling sound, as Axel's seeds buried deep within him, warming him in a different way he had ever experienced.

All the while, that smile, the same smile Axel held as he had plunged into him, was still curling his lips. Even as he rode the train of pleasure, that smile was still strong, never faltering one bit. And, something about that smile reminded Roxas of another time, a time just like this, only the scenery was different. The place was dark, buildings were taller, the sky was almost nonexistent. But that smile... it brightened up that darkness, lighting the way when he had felt lost, confused, wanting.

And then, the smile was pulled away, the sounds of his friends' voice calling his name. Pence, Olette... Hayner. They were looking for him. Worried about him. And he was playing around with this, this man.

Axel smoothly pulled his pants back on, throwing Roxas' his that lay a few feet away. Seeing the confused look on the boy's face, pulling away from his friend's cries, Axel gave him the same friendly smile as he waved off, "I'll be back for you later, Roxas. Don't forget me this time, all right?"

Slowly nodding, not fully sure what to say or do, Roxas watched as suddenly, the man was gone, leaving him alone by the cliff, pants less and shoeless as the calls of his friends grew nearer. Snapping out of it, the sandy blonde quickly worked to replacing his clothes as they were. No way in hell was he letting those three question just why he had decided to take them off. It was best to keep the encounter with that man... Axel... a secret from his friends.

Once dressed, but face still blushing from the intense heat his whole body had been through, Roxas turned his attention to the forms of his friends, running towards him. Pence was happily waving him down, along with Olette, who giggled as she cried his name. Hayner, running ahead of the other two, held two pretzels high over his head in both hands. Once Hayner reached his friend, he quickly skidded to a stop, giving a friendly grin, but no where near Axel's, as he held out one of the large pretzels.

"Here," he breathed, panting from his run, "I had to keep Pence off it, or else he would of eaten it."

Laughing nervously, Roxas took the offered pretzel, giving his thanks with a shy smile. Just then, Pence and Olette finally reached them, Olette skipping a bit before stopping her run, while Pence had decided just to walk the rest of the way. As the raven haired boy made a jibe back at Hayner's joke, Olette giggling along with them, Roxas' mind couldn't pull itself away from wild red locks, green friendly eyes, and a wide toothily grin.

No, he would not forgot him this time. No way in hell could he forgot. Axel, he was sure, had permanently burnt himself into Roxas' memory, and would remain there as long as he lived. And, for some odd reason, Roxas was happy.

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