the Down Low

"This is stupid."

"Aww, why are you always such a sourpuss, Roxas?" Axel grinned, flinging yet another identicle robe-thing at him. "Have I steered you wrong yet?"

"Nothing Ive noticed..." he grumbled, glaring acidically at the pale green cloth. Unlike most of the things Axel had thrown at him, this one had managed to stick to the shoulder of his cloak. "Maybe you're slipping up in your old age."

Axel pulled a face, flicking the young Nobody on the forehead with a leathery thwak. "Don't get cheeky, brat. No way Im older'n twenty-four, got it memorized?"

"Don't flick me if you don't even know, yourself." He stared blandly at him, in what Axel had affectionately dubbed his 'dead frog' face. "I don't see the point in this, Axel. Ive never seen anyone in the Organization wearing anything else, we all wear the same outfit everywhere. Why do I need a... robe thing?"

"Most places are modern or laid back about appearances, kid." Axel said, folding nearly in half to look at his reflection in a mirror about the size of a soup bowl. "You can walk around in a leather bikini with a top hat and no one's gonna look twice. But a place like this? Standing out ain't so great when everyone thinks you're a devil-monster from the future."

Roxas glanced over at the tiny shopkeeper, the pudgy man sending them the stink-eye over a display of intricate green jewelry, apparently worried that they would steal it. Despite his guard dog impression, he hadn't made any protests over the rough handling of his merchandise. In a world where everyone had black buns, Axels red spikes probably did look a little devilish...

"So for the sake of the mission I have to wear a dress?" Roxas had to put in one last attempt to make his friend see reason, but when he only earned a chipper affirmation with a firm shove towards the dressing room and an arm full of clothes, he had to give in.

It wasn't even a real changing room, just a long and tall screen set up in the corner, making a sort of 3-walled room, not that much bigger than a pantry. A child-sized velvet stool sat in the corner of it, and Roxas reluctantly dropped his cloak onto it. Feeling ten pounds lighter without it, his hands went to his belt before he froze, giving the open space in front of the 'room' a dubious look. There was a shelf a few feet in front of it, so it wasn't really like he was in public..

Roxas decided to leave them on anyways. He picked up a pale yellow robe from the floor, twisting it around as he looked for a tag. As was his luck, there was nothing to indicate the front, back or even inside of the foreign garment. Taking a shot in the dark, he slipped his arms through the sleeves, arms pulling at the belt uselessly. "..backwards." He scowled, thrashing out of it with more ferocity than was strictly necessary. He grabbed a light red (pink) one off the ground, banishing the yellow one to the 'jinxed' corner. This time he couldn't find the belt at all. "..inside out." he almost snarled.

"Having trouble, Roxas?"Blue eyes snapped up to meet green, resisting the urge to puff out his cheeks in his 'blowfish' face to show just how unhappy he was. "Man, you'd think you 'd never put on a shirt before. You know that it's inside out, don't you?"

"I don't even own a shirt!" he snapped, throwing the red (pink) cloth on the floor viciously. "This is the only outfit I’ve ever had, I don't want to change it!"

Axels ever-present grin slackened on one side, the entire left side of his body dipping a bit as he apparently forgot to control it for a moment. How interesting. He would have to come up with a name for that one. "You-I mean it's-- I guess that makes sense huh? Didn’t think about it." He stood, straight and tall, looking at the lightly blushing Roxas with new eyes. "..Hm. Well, you should know, it's way easier to put on clothes when you're naked, huh?"

Scowling, Roxas' hand fumbled at his belt, made clumsy by frustration, but froze when he felt a large hand close over his own. He looked between the two gloved appendages; both were simply resting on his crotch as though that wasn't at all weird, and then up at Axel's uncharacteristically benevolent smile. "What?"

"You're doin' it all wrong!" He chirped, bending over quite a bit to have their faces almost even. "Let me take care of it, you just keep you're eyes open, got it?"

Roxas wanted to snap that he knew how to undo his belt, that he was hardly an invalid and could figure out how to get dressed by himself, but for some reason he didn’t. Instead he found himself staring at Axel's long fingers as they slipped his belt open, dropping it on the floor and setting to work on the zipper. The blonde's breath seemed unusually loud in his ears as the hands, hot even through the gloves, slid beneath the waistband, peeling the leather down his hips and thighs. When they were on the floor, having barely made it over his huge boots, Axel stood up again, peeling away Roxas' gloves.

The younger nobody gave the older one a confused look. "You're... I thought it was best to be naked?"

Axel grinned, shark-like despite that he didn’t show his teeth. "No need to be completely naked in public, someone might still come in, hm?" he chuckled, the laugh lighthearted as always. He plucked a light green robe from the floor, guiding Roxas' arms through the sleeves like he was a kid. At some point his gloves had been removed as well, supposedly to help the process, and his hot fingertips ghosted across his arms and shoulders as he fit it to him.

He was turned to face the opening as Axel moved behind him, chest (or rather, upper-stomach) pressing against Roxas back as he tied the robe loosely from behind. "That'll work.." He hummed, directly into Roxas' ear, causing him the shiver as goose bumps spread on his neck. Axel's hands lay flat against his stomach, sliding down and around his hips as he smoothed the cloth. "A nice fit." his hand found its way back to its original position, putting a light pressure in his crotch. "How do you feel?"

"Ah.. g-good." Roxas' voice didn’t seem to work quite right, breaking before he’d even spoken. "I, um... It fits."

Axel hummed, his hand slowly kneading that place, as though he had almost forgotten he was doing it. "Of course it’s important that you can still fight in them. Bend over and see if you can stretch."

Roxas did as he said, tentatively easing foreword. Axel didn’t bend with him as he had half expected, but his hand stayed where it had originally been, cupping him as he moved. He could feel the older Nobody pressed against his buttock as he bent, and he cleared in throat uncomfortably.

“You’re.... not seriously doing what I think you’re doing, are you?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” He gave Roxas’ groin a firm squeeze, making the younger nobody jump sluggishly.

“Touching me... in a public changing room... while we’re on a mission.” Roxas hissed, starting to stand up straight again, but a firm hand on the small of his back stopped him. This was ridiculous! What could possible stand out more than foreigners doing things in your shop?

“Not at all.” Axel grinned, his hands hiking up the robe, completely unhesitant. He squeezed the firm buttocks, licking his lips as he pulled the loose black underwear to the side. “As your senior, I have nothing but your best interests at heart.”

Roxas gasped as small slick something pushed against his entrance, sliding in with only slight resistance. It curled up inside him, stroking his insides, and Roxas had to grab onto the wall to keep himself up. “A-Axel! Not here!”

“Y’know, Rox, I’ve been thinking..” The finger slid in and out of him unhurriedly, almost casually, and was soon joined by a second. Axel ignored the sharp gasp. “Pettin’ and playin’ has been fun... I mean, really fun. Can’t say I have anything against that whole bit.” A keening mewl issued from about knee height as yet another finger pushed in. “But I think it’s about time we pushed our friendship up to the next level. Let’s play like grownups, Roxas.”

Roxas couldn’t even begin to protest, too overwhelmed with the feeling of Axel’s fingers moving inside him. Axel had gotten the tip of one inside once, while they were making out, and he’d managed to get two of his own during showers before, but never like this. The awkward angles had never allowed for so much movement, and he’d never been so exposed.

He heard a long, drawn out zipping sound, that could only be the front of Axel’s cloak, before the long fingers pulled out of him with a slick pop, to be replaced with the feeling of something much thicker against his entrance. Axel pulled him up, though Roxas was still grabbing at the wall, and a hot tongue moved across his neck. “Try not to be too loud, Rox’, the owner might not like it.”

“The owner!? Axel, maybe we—AH!” all protest were cut off as Axel pushed inside him, sliding and pushing until he seemed to fill his entire insides. He tried to speak, to protest, to say anything, but it was as if Axel’s dick had hit the ‘mute’ button somewhere along the way. All he could do was pant and shake, whining occasionally as he tried to get used to the feeling. His muscles squeezed and released around the intrusion, until finally they seemed to relax a little.

No sooner had Roxas gotten his mind back, Axel started to move. He seemed to pull out forever, more moving out of him than should ever have fit in the first place, before going back in. Based on the feeling of his burning ass alone, Roxas would guess Axel to be about three feet long, but somehow that didn’t seem accurate. “Ngh....A-Axel...!” Roxas moaned, his partner picking up speed, the long and torturous thrusts coming quicker and quicker. Along with the wet sounds of the thrusting and slapping of skin, Axel’s low gasps filled the dressing room and Roxas ears. “...M-...anager....He’ll hear..!” Even as he protested, Roxas didn’t know why. He couldn’t stop doing this, it was almost as though everything else needed to stop for this. He’d never known why Axel always pushed him to go further, didn’t see why touching and kissing wasn’t enough, but now he understood.

“You’re so hot Roxas..” Axel panted from above, his fingers squeezing the blonde’s hips with force that would surely leave marks. “I’m gonna come in your tight little ass... will you come for me?” He was pulling Roxas back to meet his thrusts, the light body like a toy in his hands as he grew closer and closer to orgasm.

“Ax...Axel!” he gasped, one hand leaving the wall to shove inside his underwear, fisting himself desperately. “Ax.. I gonn.....I gonna...!”

Axel grabbed Roxas’ shoulders, yanking him up even as he hunched over, latching his mouth onto his neck as Roxas came with a ragged gasp. He thrust a few more times into the spasming and shaking body before he came as well, his moan almost a growl.

The stayed that way for a few moments, getting their breathing under control and their thoughts back before Roxas suddenly and quickly pulled himself off of Axel. His face burned from embarrassment, and he quickly dropped the robe-thing on the floor.

Axel blinked sluggishly at him, a slow smirk setting itself back in its rightful place. “Some virgin. Ready for round two already?”

“No!” the blonde hissed, snapping his underwear back into place and grabbing at his pants with clumsy fingers. “I can’t believe you did that here! What if the owner had heard!?” He managed to work the pants back up, and threw his coat back on, sending Axel looks of death.

“Hey, we didn’t get kicked out, huh? And there are lots of other stores in the Land of Dragons.” Axel grinned, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping his cloak back up, before dodging the gloves that were thrown at his face. “It’s cute how you’re so shy!”

“If you’re so not shy, then you go over to the owner and buy the robe!” Roxas grinned as Axel faltered, obviously not wanting to go face the man who’s store they had defiled. With an obvious gathering of courage, the older man slunk out of the dressing room. Roxas looked around the corner, watching the pillar of red hair move behind the shelves.

“U-uh, hey there, sir.” Axel’s voices semi-stuttered from across the room. “We uh.... Id like to pay for one of the robes now.”

There was a moment of calm before a tirade of curses and shouts, in a language that didn’t sound even vaguely familiar issued presumably from the tiny man. Axel came careening around the side of the shelf, throwing Roxas over one shoulder and the whole pile of robes over the other, making a mad dash out of the building as the man screamed.

When they were far enough away that the man’s tiny legs wouldn’t be able to reach them, Axel dropped himself and his bourdons onto the ground, gasping. “Oh man...”

“I guess he heard, then?” Roxas glowered at his nodding partner. “So you sullied his establishment and stole a bunch of his merchandise. Way to go, Axel.”

“Didn’t steal anything.” Axel made a face, sending a dirty look to the pile of (now dusty from the dirt road) clothes. “Paid for every last one of’em, including the newly-sticky one.”

Roxas wrinkled his nose, then gave a glance to the townspeople, all of which were staring at the two like they were crazed monsters of evil. Maybe they were. “...Great job on not standing out.”

“.......shut up.”