A Fragment of Stability
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A Fragment of Stability
A/N: Written for a friend on deviantART. Loosely (very, very loosely) based on real life events--though we never had sex and she's not nearly as violent as Roxas.
Concrit highly appreciated.
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"I said, what the fuck are you doing--? Axel, put me down," Roxas seethed, hooked fingers clawing uselessly at the back of Axel's shirt. "I'm not a fucking sack of potatoes!"
Axel ignored the scratches, the bites, the fists hammering against his spine, and merely adjusted his cargo over his shoulder. "Too bad. I don't even trust the sidewalks around here." He kept moving, one hand stroking soothingly against Roxas' lower back, trying to calm his temper, but to no avail. Well, a little fight was a good thing, especially for someone of small stature, especially in a bad neighborhood.
Roxas hollered and struggled and fought the entire way to Axel's car, and didn't stop protesting even when the redhead unceremoniously dumped him in the front seat, belting him in before he could make a break for it. "Watch your fingers," were the only words the he got before Axel slammed the passenger door shut.
He took a minute outside the car to breathe deeply, to try and cool the fire in his veins. It wasn't that big a deal. Roxas was a big boy, Roxas didn't need protecting, Roxas could handle himself. But when he'd started talking about the rapist down the street, Axel had seen red. He hadn't even had the presence of mind to say 'bye' before he'd slammed his computer shut and gotten in his car.
Even if it was only for an afternoon, Axel wanted Roxas to feel safe, dammit.
Once he'd willed his hands to stop shaking, his heart to stop pumping, he slid into the driver's seat and shot a smile at his kidnapee.
"Where to, babe?"
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"In the fucking rain, Axel, in the pouring rain--"
"Where are you?" Axel interrupted, knuckles turning white at his sides. He breathed, trying to keep his anger from boiling over. On the other end of the line, Roxas let out a sigh.
"I'm hiding out in the Sunset Hill station." His voice was dark with fury. "I swear, Axel, one of these days I'll kill her, and I won't regret it."
A shiver of apprehension and a little deeply-repressed lust ran down Axel's spine like ice water. Roxas' words, while a little frightening, touched something in him that begged to be flayed open and abused. He wanted to take Roxas' rage, his pain, focus it all on himself. Give Roxas somewhere to just let go, tear someone to pieces without having to worry about the consequences.
"Stay there, I'll pick you up," he murmured into the phone, though it wasn't an order. "Five minutes, okay?"
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"You'd do that for me?" Roxas asked, voice slightly incredulous. There was an undercurrent of heat there that Axel couldn't ignore, that made him want to moan.
"You're dripping; get the towel in the back and dry your hair," is what he said, poison green eyes fixed on the slick road.
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They barely made it into Axel's room before Roxas threw him to the floor, one hand curled in his hair to keep him on his knees. He drew back with the other hand, and the sound it made when it connected with Axel's cheek was painfully loud in the cramped room, and as the sting spread over his skin, he was vaguely happy that Reno was out tonight. Roxas drew back and slapped him again.
"You whore," he hissed. "I'll make you fucking bleed. And that makes you hard, doesn't it?"
Axel whimpered, legs spreading. Roxas' words went straight to his crotch; the hot pull of his hands in Axel's hair and the ache all through his jaw just made him harder. He wasn't ashamed. He wanted it.
And Roxas delivered, unzipping his own pants and forcing Axel's mouth open, choking him with his cock.
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Axel was bleeding and chained to the headboard, trying not to scream as Roxas cut him open. Roxas didn't like it when he screamed; he hit him and told him to shut up, saying that it made his head hurt. Then he stuffed the pillowcase in Axel's mouth, decided he liked the way Axel's lips looked, all red and swollen and his throat, oh, choking against the cotton, and he ripped the pillowcase out and replaced it with his dick.
When he got tired of fucking Axel's throat, or maybe sensed that if he went that deep one more time Axel really was going to puke and then choke on it and as much as Roxas was angry right now, he never wanted to kill Axel because then where would he focus his rage? Axel wanted it, Axel craved it, with Axel it wasn't illegal because he'd given Roxas his consent--he stopped, drew out of Axel's bruised lips, and started kissing his way down his body, licking up blood as he went.
He felt Axel's pale flesh quiver at the sudden gentleness, but he only responded by moving lower. He hitched Axel's legs over his shoulders, pausing only to give him a barked command--"Touch your cock and I'll rip it off--" before diving in, sliding his tongue against Axel's asshole.
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This was worse than the cutting and the hair-pulling, the hitting, the name-calling and the violent, poisonous words that spilled from Roxas' deceptively candy-pink lips. This slow pleasuring, the light touches and especially fucking god that tongue made his cock so hard it ached, but he couldn't touch even if he wanted to, even if he were willing to break any of the rules Roxas had set for him. His hands were firmly lashed above his head; he was helpless to do anything but writhe against Roxas' hot mouth and slicked fingers.
They were lazily spreading him now, and Roxas lay, languid and catlike between his legs, stroking himself slowly with that goddamn smirk on his lips. Axel groaned, unable to stop his dick from throbbing in response.
"You're such a whore," Roxas purred, stroking another finger inside. "Look at you. I haven't even touched your cock once and it's already dripping. You like it when I'm rough with you."
Axel shivered and pushed against Roxas' hand, but didn't speak. He didn't have permission.
Roxas continued, pressing his fingers in, massaging lightly, searching. "You like it when I'm mean, too. You like it when I call you a slut, when I tell you how pathetic you look all spread out and whining for me." His fingers hooked in, hard.
Axel's head connected with the headboard, and the blast of pain combined with the molten pleasure that had flared through him when Roxas nudged his prostate would have been enough to make him come, but not without touching his cock. God, he needed, he needed so badly it hurt, but Roxas just wasn't letting him get off--and he even seemed to be enjoying watching Axel writhe in desperation--
Oh.
Axel desperately tried to pull away from Roxas' hands. But the little blond and his little fucking psychotic smile and his slow, slow teasing strokes--oh god, one hand on his dick, curling painfully around the base--he was trapped.
"You thought I was gonna let you come?" Roxas hissed, tightening his grip on Axel's cock. "So you're a stupid whore. I see now." And he leaned forward and pressed a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Axel's erection.
Axel nearly came off the bed, finally enclosed in wet, wet heat and suction and fuck, Roxas' tongue was silky and soft and way too good at this, and Axel regretted buying him so much ice cream because it really made it worse that he knew exactly what he was doing. And Axel was groaning and gasping and sobbing, begging for mercy, breaking silence be damned, it fucking hurt, and he needed it so badly he couldn't breathe. Roxas' fingers hooked into his prostate with vigor, working in rhythm with his sinfully hot mouth, pumping and thrusting and always so close but never quite there, the hand gripping the base of Axel's cock made sure of that.
It was around then, screaming for mercy and unable to hold back the desperate thrusting of his hips into Roxas' mouth, that Axel's body decided he couldn't take it anymore, and his vision went black just as Roxas' hand loosened to let his orgasm ravage him raw.
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When he woke up, Roxas was swiping a washcloth against his ass in careful, slow strokes. His forehead lay on Axel's stomach, and he breathed slowly, almost regretfully, in time with the slide of cloth against sore skin. Axel reached up a shaky hand, running his fingers through Roxas' soft blond hair.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, voice hoarse. Roxas let out a dry laugh that was a breath away from a sob.
"I should be asking you that," he muttered, and as he scooted himself up to lie chest to chest (heart to heart) with Axel and sprinkle his face with soft kisses, Axel fell in love all over again.
He told Roxas so, whispering the words against his hair, and Roxas cried, tears burning against Axel's shoulder.
Concrit highly appreciated.
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"I said, what the fuck are you doing--? Axel, put me down," Roxas seethed, hooked fingers clawing uselessly at the back of Axel's shirt. "I'm not a fucking sack of potatoes!"
Axel ignored the scratches, the bites, the fists hammering against his spine, and merely adjusted his cargo over his shoulder. "Too bad. I don't even trust the sidewalks around here." He kept moving, one hand stroking soothingly against Roxas' lower back, trying to calm his temper, but to no avail. Well, a little fight was a good thing, especially for someone of small stature, especially in a bad neighborhood.
Roxas hollered and struggled and fought the entire way to Axel's car, and didn't stop protesting even when the redhead unceremoniously dumped him in the front seat, belting him in before he could make a break for it. "Watch your fingers," were the only words the he got before Axel slammed the passenger door shut.
He took a minute outside the car to breathe deeply, to try and cool the fire in his veins. It wasn't that big a deal. Roxas was a big boy, Roxas didn't need protecting, Roxas could handle himself. But when he'd started talking about the rapist down the street, Axel had seen red. He hadn't even had the presence of mind to say 'bye' before he'd slammed his computer shut and gotten in his car.
Even if it was only for an afternoon, Axel wanted Roxas to feel safe, dammit.
Once he'd willed his hands to stop shaking, his heart to stop pumping, he slid into the driver's seat and shot a smile at his kidnapee.
"Where to, babe?"
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"In the fucking rain, Axel, in the pouring rain--"
"Where are you?" Axel interrupted, knuckles turning white at his sides. He breathed, trying to keep his anger from boiling over. On the other end of the line, Roxas let out a sigh.
"I'm hiding out in the Sunset Hill station." His voice was dark with fury. "I swear, Axel, one of these days I'll kill her, and I won't regret it."
A shiver of apprehension and a little deeply-repressed lust ran down Axel's spine like ice water. Roxas' words, while a little frightening, touched something in him that begged to be flayed open and abused. He wanted to take Roxas' rage, his pain, focus it all on himself. Give Roxas somewhere to just let go, tear someone to pieces without having to worry about the consequences.
"Stay there, I'll pick you up," he murmured into the phone, though it wasn't an order. "Five minutes, okay?"
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"You'd do that for me?" Roxas asked, voice slightly incredulous. There was an undercurrent of heat there that Axel couldn't ignore, that made him want to moan.
"You're dripping; get the towel in the back and dry your hair," is what he said, poison green eyes fixed on the slick road.
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They barely made it into Axel's room before Roxas threw him to the floor, one hand curled in his hair to keep him on his knees. He drew back with the other hand, and the sound it made when it connected with Axel's cheek was painfully loud in the cramped room, and as the sting spread over his skin, he was vaguely happy that Reno was out tonight. Roxas drew back and slapped him again.
"You whore," he hissed. "I'll make you fucking bleed. And that makes you hard, doesn't it?"
Axel whimpered, legs spreading. Roxas' words went straight to his crotch; the hot pull of his hands in Axel's hair and the ache all through his jaw just made him harder. He wasn't ashamed. He wanted it.
And Roxas delivered, unzipping his own pants and forcing Axel's mouth open, choking him with his cock.
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Axel was bleeding and chained to the headboard, trying not to scream as Roxas cut him open. Roxas didn't like it when he screamed; he hit him and told him to shut up, saying that it made his head hurt. Then he stuffed the pillowcase in Axel's mouth, decided he liked the way Axel's lips looked, all red and swollen and his throat, oh, choking against the cotton, and he ripped the pillowcase out and replaced it with his dick.
When he got tired of fucking Axel's throat, or maybe sensed that if he went that deep one more time Axel really was going to puke and then choke on it and as much as Roxas was angry right now, he never wanted to kill Axel because then where would he focus his rage? Axel wanted it, Axel craved it, with Axel it wasn't illegal because he'd given Roxas his consent--he stopped, drew out of Axel's bruised lips, and started kissing his way down his body, licking up blood as he went.
He felt Axel's pale flesh quiver at the sudden gentleness, but he only responded by moving lower. He hitched Axel's legs over his shoulders, pausing only to give him a barked command--"Touch your cock and I'll rip it off--" before diving in, sliding his tongue against Axel's asshole.
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This was worse than the cutting and the hair-pulling, the hitting, the name-calling and the violent, poisonous words that spilled from Roxas' deceptively candy-pink lips. This slow pleasuring, the light touches and especially fucking god that tongue made his cock so hard it ached, but he couldn't touch even if he wanted to, even if he were willing to break any of the rules Roxas had set for him. His hands were firmly lashed above his head; he was helpless to do anything but writhe against Roxas' hot mouth and slicked fingers.
They were lazily spreading him now, and Roxas lay, languid and catlike between his legs, stroking himself slowly with that goddamn smirk on his lips. Axel groaned, unable to stop his dick from throbbing in response.
"You're such a whore," Roxas purred, stroking another finger inside. "Look at you. I haven't even touched your cock once and it's already dripping. You like it when I'm rough with you."
Axel shivered and pushed against Roxas' hand, but didn't speak. He didn't have permission.
Roxas continued, pressing his fingers in, massaging lightly, searching. "You like it when I'm mean, too. You like it when I call you a slut, when I tell you how pathetic you look all spread out and whining for me." His fingers hooked in, hard.
Axel's head connected with the headboard, and the blast of pain combined with the molten pleasure that had flared through him when Roxas nudged his prostate would have been enough to make him come, but not without touching his cock. God, he needed, he needed so badly it hurt, but Roxas just wasn't letting him get off--and he even seemed to be enjoying watching Axel writhe in desperation--
Oh.
Axel desperately tried to pull away from Roxas' hands. But the little blond and his little fucking psychotic smile and his slow, slow teasing strokes--oh god, one hand on his dick, curling painfully around the base--he was trapped.
"You thought I was gonna let you come?" Roxas hissed, tightening his grip on Axel's cock. "So you're a stupid whore. I see now." And he leaned forward and pressed a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Axel's erection.
Axel nearly came off the bed, finally enclosed in wet, wet heat and suction and fuck, Roxas' tongue was silky and soft and way too good at this, and Axel regretted buying him so much ice cream because it really made it worse that he knew exactly what he was doing. And Axel was groaning and gasping and sobbing, begging for mercy, breaking silence be damned, it fucking hurt, and he needed it so badly he couldn't breathe. Roxas' fingers hooked into his prostate with vigor, working in rhythm with his sinfully hot mouth, pumping and thrusting and always so close but never quite there, the hand gripping the base of Axel's cock made sure of that.
It was around then, screaming for mercy and unable to hold back the desperate thrusting of his hips into Roxas' mouth, that Axel's body decided he couldn't take it anymore, and his vision went black just as Roxas' hand loosened to let his orgasm ravage him raw.
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When he woke up, Roxas was swiping a washcloth against his ass in careful, slow strokes. His forehead lay on Axel's stomach, and he breathed slowly, almost regretfully, in time with the slide of cloth against sore skin. Axel reached up a shaky hand, running his fingers through Roxas' soft blond hair.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, voice hoarse. Roxas let out a dry laugh that was a breath away from a sob.
"I should be asking you that," he muttered, and as he scooted himself up to lie chest to chest (heart to heart) with Axel and sprinkle his face with soft kisses, Axel fell in love all over again.
He told Roxas so, whispering the words against his hair, and Roxas cried, tears burning against Axel's shoulder.