It's Always Like This

  

Ah, my first fiction on this site. I've recently transferred here from my original site, and decided to get a Akuroku lemon up to introduce my style a bit. I will be coming out with an Akuroku story soon, but for now, this is just a oneshot. Thanks for your reads!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor do I make money off any of my writing, thanks!

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It was always like this...

 

The sex was unbelievably, scorching, sapphire, hot. He would always apologize for it, as if he could help it. It never bothered Roxas, though. Perhaps it was one thing in the Organization that was worth the little bit of pain it caused him.

 

With every sharp movement, there was a consequence of a deep, passionate burning wherever Axel had been focusing on at the time, it boiled at first below the skin, and usually Roxas will have vocalized the sensation before it gets to the skin, but even so, mistakes happen.

 

But even so...

 

Mistakes happen.

 

“Hngh... Axel.”

 

Axel's fix was simple, while Roxas' was more complicated, and one that Axel refuses to give him. Call it narcissistic, but all Axel wanted to hear was his name. Roxas wears everything on his sleeve. Axel can tell exactly what he's inflicting on the boy just by looking at his face, or curled toes, or clenched hands balling the sheets up, and mostly the intoxicating noises he makes; different every time. So you can see why the only thing more Axel wants to hear is his name.

 

Roxas had complied easily the first time:

 

“Roxas...”

 

“Y... yes? Oh, yes!”

 

“Say my name.” Axel's head lolled back, Roxas leaning forward, making his face inches from the redhead's.

 

“Axel.” It came as a whisper at first, Roxas' head lolling forward to rest on the elder's chest.

 

“....Again.” That's when it sparked. How amazing it was to hear his name coming from Roxas.

 

“Axel.” Another whisper. Quiet.

 

“Again. Louder.” Axel became demanding now.

 

“ Axel,” it was at a regular tone of voice now, but Roxas had caught on quick, and was happy to make his own fun from his lover's little fetish. “Axel, Axel, Axel, Axel.... Oh- oh my God, Axel! There! Axel!”

 

Roxas, on the other hand, want nothing more than the other's control in his hands. In simple terms, he wants Axel to lose control over everything; including his flames. Roxas isn't trying to commit suicide, he just doesn't want Axel to try so hard to hold back. Even to this day, he can see Axel's face churn with focus as he reaches heights within their love making, trying not to heat things up too much, trying not to burn Roxas. They've only tried twice. Both times, Axel couldn't regain control that he'd lost, and both times, Roxas got a scar.

 

Axel is ashamed of himself, needless to say. Even now, as Roxas' legs are spread, bent at the knees, feet bouncing with every whole-hearted thrust Axel makes, his eyes bore holes into the long, slender scar running up Roxas' side. It was the latest one. Starting at Roxas' hip, it runs a line straight up into the blonde's armpit. It's quite a few shades lighter than Roxas' already pale skin.

 

It doesn't belong on such a perfect person.

 

“Axel! A-aah... Faster!”

 

The other is on the small of his back. It's a large, rough circle just above the youth's crack. Even smaller, the other two from the same time are right on Roxas' dimples; the backside of his hips.

 

Catching green eyes glaring at the marks, Roxas flips, sitting on Axels hips, smiling sweetly.

 

“Don't do this to yourself, Axel. I'm the one who wanted it. Do you have to do this every time you see it?” Roxas placed a hand to cup Axel's cheek, an attempt to comfort him.

 

With a small, and unconvincing nod, Axel waited for Roxas to start bouncing, and he did, his head lolling back, eyes sliding closed, much to Axel's diappointment. The heat rose again as Axel reached up himself and took the blonde's chin in his fingers, forcing him to look into the redhead's eyes.

 

Slowly but surely, the two each came to their orgasm. First Roxas, letting himself fall onto Axel's welcoming chest; then Axel, who, as he always did, had to remove his hands from Roxas altogether as he came, trying his best not to burn him.

 

The two were soon lulled into a intoxicating sleep.

 

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The next morning, the two awoke, each with large intakes of breath. Roxas tried to wriggle out of the tangled limbs, but Axel wouldn't let go, instead tightening his grip, not surprising the blonde in the least. He knew what question was coming next.

 

“Did I hurt you at all?” Axe asked as usual, giving Roxas a quick once-over.

 

 

“Nope.” Roxas smiled, giving the redhead a peck on the cheek.

 

Of course...

 

It was all worth it.

 

 

Hope you all liked it! It was fun to make. I know it was short, but this was just kind of a style introducing fanfic. I'll be coming out with longer stuff later on, and it will probably be AU, mainly because I enjoy that a lot more, because you don't have to watch over another plot so strictly.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                             ~Gurulee