Whee! Yes, sequel to 'Forgotten'. As a reminder, I don't own these people, yadda yadda, there's boy love, yadda yadda, etc.
Hope you guys will like this one.
xxx.
Our decision.
Our conclusion.
Our passion.
Our demise.
Axel lazily draped an arm around Roxas's lower half, grumbling softly in response to the suns rays that filtered in. It had only been about a month after the incident and dreams with Axel, but it felt like eons. The red head's face nuzzled gently into the other, taking in a small whiff of the younger boy's scent – a warm, sugary smell.
The older male yawned rather loudly, as he rolled over to his side of the tiny bed, planting his feet into the mat beneath with a groan. He glanced back at Roxas, whose expression was full of contentment; a sleeping angel. Axel shook his head, getting to his feet, tugged his coat on, and began for the door. This was how it always was. He'd stay the night with Roxas, and then have to leave once he'd wake up; he didn't the child's parents or friends getting suspicious.
But every morning, it would lead to a conflict, with the smaller boy begging and pleading for the red-head to stay, if not for long, just a few extra minutes.
Those few extra minutes were always more than Axel could give, simply stating he had business to attend to, and it needed constant attention.
This morning was different… Roxas hadn't woken up, not even when the male moved from his cuddling position. Axel frowned. He liked the thought of being needed. It was probably a good advantage to just let sleeping dogs lie and take his leave, but since the complaints had become a daily routine, the older one couldn't help but try to gently wake the other.
"Roxas…" he cooed gently in his ear, nipping the sensitive spot. No response. Clearing his throat, he tried again, lightly shaking him this time. "Roxas… I've got to go soon… Get up…"
Still no response.
Axel bit his lip, moodily groaning, though decided it was best. Brushing his fingers over the youth's cheek, he kissed the spot, soon picking up his gloves on the night stand. Spending extra time to put them on his hands, he reached over for his boots, stalling a large amount by zipping very slowly.
Roxas didn't wake up. Axel left.
x.
Sitting on a broken pillar in front of the old mansion, the red-haired male was twirling his chakra in the air, much like a circus acrobat, trying his best to entertain himself and keep his mind off of Roxas. It was never that easy, though. Roxas was stuck in his mind, like a virus in a computer; a program locked in his brain that wouldn't leave. He growled.
"How's our little boy doing, Axel?" A dull, deeper voice had come from behind the man, nearly startling him to death. "Hm?" Axel blinked, turning back to look at the man. He had such beautiful orange eyes, same as always, with his light blue hair modeled in a fashion that the red-head always favored.
"Our boy. Does he have any recollection of the Organization yet?"
Axel shook his head, feeling a tid bit defensive. He wanted to correct Saix. Tell him that Roxas was his, not theirs. But he couldn't build the guts.
"Roxas? Nah, he's still a little lost. Can't blame him, though; he's always been kind of slow to catch on." Chuckling to himself, Axel hopped down off of the pillar, putting his chakra safely away.
Warm lips met with his. Arms wrapped over his behind. It was forced, nonetheless, but pleasant. Axel closed his emerald eyes, slightly giving in to the temptation of Saix's affection. He was left broken hearted when the orange-eyed male pulled back, though.
"You aren't falling for him, are you?"
"What? No, 'course not." Liar. "He left me long ago. I can't dwell on him forever."
Saix smiled, though it seemed more like a smirk of some sort, immediately pressing another kiss; ridding the empty space between them. "You had me worried…" he whispered, trailing small pecks down Axel's cheek, barely under his chin. "I don't want to be replaced by that brat again."
A small blush fell over the red-head cheeks, trying to draw Saix's attention away from his neck, lightly pushing the lips off while staring up at the sky. "You won't…"
"Then show me."
"Show you?" Axel rose a brow, hissing as another kiss was tucked under his chin.
"Make love to me." Those bright, emerald-hued eyes could rarely lie, and of course, Saix seemed more than determined for this. He knew that if there was any hesitance, it meant he was losing his lover to the so-called 'brat'.
The red head was prepared, though. He knew the question would come sooner or later. Just like every day. "I don't know…" he said softly, trying to lead the other organization member on; try and tease him. "Does that mean I get to be top today?"
"Fat chance." Saix slowly advanced, pressing Axel's back into one of the pillars. His hands resided just above the red-head's shoulders, on either side of his head. The warm kisses came again, this time being welcomed with tongues and pleading moans, with hands traveling over sensitive and private parts. The two kept their passionate sex low-key, making sure that each melodic noise was hushed a few notches, just so they wouldn't disturb anyone around.
One final moan. Mouths met, toning the noise down, as the bodies thrashed on the grass, soon ending up with quiet, low pants, and legs wrapped.
"Tell me you love me."
"I… l-love you."
"Kiss me."
And he did.
xxx.
Well, there you have it.
Read & review, please.
And I know, I'm not too great with the explicit scenes… So, if you don't want anymore, please tell me in a review.