Stained Sheets

Prompt: "axel/roxas or roxas/axel. blindfolds, bondage and toys, oh my! OR hatesex/angrysex - with condescending dirty talk, namecalling, biting and nail digging would be beautiful too~ with a bit of blood and a struggle for topping."

Fulfilled: January 20, 2009

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Axel slides his tongue down the boy’s neck, teasing along his collarbone, over his chest to a nipple, where he bites down, eliciting a whimper. It’s small, hidden behind closed lips and the pretty blonde’s iron will not to be afraid, but it’s there, and sends a shiver down the redhead’s spine.

Slowly he sits up, looking over his naked prize. Cuffed to the headboard, wrists rubbed red and raw from hours of struggling when Axel was out at work; his neck, which Axel knows is soft and sensitive, is starting to show signs of the purple-blue-red bruises that the redhead’s teeth have made there in the last few minutes; Axel frowns in distaste looking at the boys face, messy honey-spun-gold hair that should be falling across a sweaty forehead and into spring-sky-blue-bird-ocean eyes instead only falls across the black blindfold, but his little prize can’t know where he is, just in case, so of course he had to be blindfolded and Axel hasn’t taken it off yet because sometimes he forgets things...

Poison green eyes move lower, across the heaving chest with it’s own set of small marks, to the skinny stomach, enjoying all of that exposed milk-and-honey flesh. Finally, the approving gaze finds it’s destination, between the playthings legs, spread wide and held that way with ropes wrapped under his knees, leaving the prey exposed to the predator completely.

The boy (man? When they met he said he was nineteen, but even in it’s fiercest glare the innocent-cherub face is that of a younger person, perhaps as young as thirteen, but the body disagrees with the face and his mind is wandering again) makes that whimper again, so soft and tempting, as hands grasp his legs near the knee, nails like claws digging in and dragging downward until they’re on smooth, pale inner thighs, white lines that quickly darken to red following behind, small drops of redredred blood beading onto the skin. The hands become gentle, no longer claws as they slide over the boy’s limp penis, up his baby soft stomach, over his chest, spreading themselves out like wings near his collarbone. The hands tense, becoming claws again that rake back down the path they had just taken, pulling angry red lines and more blood from the boy, who gives the faintest of pained groans.

Axel’s face screws up in annoyance, why won’t this pretty thing just fucking CRY for him, darken the cloth over his eyes with salt-water-crystalline tears and open that pretty little mouth with a sob, a scream, begging words. He moves his hands off the boy, wondering what it is that he’s doing wrong, idly rubbing his erect cock through the tight, low slung black jeans he’s wearing. His last plaything cried and screamed and sobbed and begged the entire time, words like nonopleasestop and pretty, pretty tears running from blue-ocean-sky eyes even as more blood and cum stained the sheets below them... But this toy was different,didn’t make any noises except those little whimpers and groans, and that was barely enough...

He needs this, needs it bad, it’s been too long since the last one and if this one doesn’t do what he wants-needs he just might lose it. Axel needs to hear the boy-man-beauty sob underneath him, to smell copper and iron in the air and feel the slickness of sweat-blood-cum between them. He frowns, then smiles, rolls off the bed and moves over to his dresser, rummaging around in the top drawer. Blondie-beauty on the bed sighs softly and shifts and then winces, Axel’s watching him over his shoulder, and then spider-fingers close over the desired object and he’s back on the bed, diving across the room and landing between forcibly spread legs.

“No lube, because anyone that goes home with a stranger is a slut-slut-slut, sweetie.” He mumbles to himself mostly, grinning Cheshire-cat-happiness when the plaything-slut makes a little whimper, and then he pushes his vibrator, his absolute favorite best-thing-ever vibrator inside and turns it on high.

Plaything-slut-lovely takes a sharp gasp of a breath and wiggles his pretty hips and Axel wiggles the toy and changes the angle until his blonde toy is panting through his nose and Axel knows he’s got it right because his cock is getting harder and he’s definitely not the pre-pubescent angel that his face claims.

But he’s still not CRYING and that’s what Axel needs are tears to darken the blindfold and sobs for blondie to choke on and Axel to swallow up with his mouth, and screams, oh yes, screams that will get him off so GOOD...

So he pulls the knife from it’s place tucked into the leg of his jeans, and makes long lines that ooze red-red blood up and down and across blondie’s torso, until he’s just on the verge of sobbing, and then he moves to the legs, cutting open the meat of his thighs like a butcher, laughing because NOW he’s crying, and Axel laughs louder because blondie’s cock is still hard, and he sets the knife down and just ghosts his breath along it and his pretty little plaything cums with a scream, a sob, and a wonderful pattern of white on red on flesh.

“Good job, good job.” Axel whispered, dragging his tongue along a line of blood on the blonde’s thigh, nimble fingers untying knots in the ropes. He flips his plaything over, forces him to his knees and only then pulls out the vibrator, dropping it onto the bloodstained sheets. The zipper on his jeans sounds loud in his ears, and he realizes that blondie here isn’t screaming or crying anymore... He’ll have to fix that, as he positions his cock and shoves in, hard, and THERE’S the scream he needs to hear. Axel groans, shit but blondie’s tight, fucking him into the sheets.

He reaches down, grabbing onto the plaything’s cock—‘cause he knows, they cry more when he makes them cum too—and stroking in a jerky, erratic pattern that matches his thrusts. He’s glad, the boy-man-lovely is crying and screaming again, and it’s what he needs, that body writhing under his, torn between pain and pleasure, terror and arousal, unsure if he’s screaming in ecstasy or horror. Axel’s teeth sink into the milk-and-honey shoulder, drawing redredred, sweetsweetsweet blood to his lips as he cums, and blondie cums and screams and cries all over again, and the sheets are stained with blood and cum.

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Axel reaches up after a moment, groaning as his back cracks, undoing the handcuffs. Roxas rolls over and rubs his wrists, glaring with all his might while the redhead digs in the drawer for a potion.

“You have some fucked up fantasies, you bastard. My ass hurts now, and I demand you clean all of this blood off of me.” He’s indignant, and almost pouting except Roxas definitely doesn’t pout, even for Axel.

“Yeah, yeah, well who’s the one that wanted to be a ten-year-old getting molested by his big brother last week?” The redhead retorts, holding the bottle to his boyfriend’s lips before lifting him from the bed, snorting a laugh as he looks at the sheets. “I owe you new bedsheets.”

“Asshole...” Is the mumbled response, the blonde already half asleep. “Kidnapping me and tying me up and raping me... you suck... Next week I’m gonna...” Roxas trails off, practically asleep as Axel runs the water for the bath to get them both cleaned up.

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Original Notes: "So I kind of put a mix of the two requests in here... Hope you like it!

Axel and Roxas so totally take turns fulfilling their kinky fantasies. This week was Axel's turn. xD

I hope I don't get hit for writing this, it feels craptacular, but a bunny bit me and refused to let go."

Other Notes: Rate and review if you liked, please!