Cold Love
The cold, icy wind bit into Roxas' cheeks as he took in shuddering breaths. He had run out again, leaving Axel alone. The feeling felt great, but he could feel a pull, urging him to go back.
The blonde didn't want to go back. He wanted to leave this life. This life of cold bitterness, murder, and drugs. But there were reasons he had to stay. One was that he had to pay his twin's – Sora's – medical bills. He needed to pay for the correct surgery to save his younger brother's life. The second reason was because Axel had him on a figurative leash. The leash was pulled tight and continuing to get tighter.
Roxas also knew he had feelings for Axel. He had never thought he would love another person, except for his brother, again. Especially after what they've been through. The cold life on the streets had hardened Roxas' heart, but Axel had taken him in, given him a place to live, work, clothes, and food. He knew he should be grateful, but he payed his debt long ago; he also couldn't stand the redhead's arrogance.
Axel would use him and push him away. Roxas hated himself for going back, but the leash always pulled him back. But Axel was pushing him too hard. The redhead was starting to treat him with disrespect and Roxas wouldn't take it.
Their most recent fight had Roxas against the wall, being choked by Axel. Roxas hadn't submitted like Axel wanted him to and instead spit in his face. That had resulted with a blow to the gut, but the blonde hit back, causing the older man to release him. It had ended when both of them had their guns against each other's throats. They both had sheathed their guns at the same time with panting breath. Roxas had then taken that time to walk out.
Roxas buried his head in his hands. "What do I see in you?" he asked himself quietly. "You hurt me and push me away, but I always come back." Tears welled up, but the blonde refused to let them fall. "You're a sick, twisted bastard."
The vibrations of his phone brought the blonde out of his thoughts.
"What?" he asked, already knowing who it was.
"Where are you?" came Axel's voice.
"Out."
"Come home."
"I'll be there in about thirty minutes."
Roxas pocketed his phone and that was that. A continuous cycle that wouldn't stop until Roxas nawed through the leash. So Roxas would continue to be Axel's dog until he didn't need the redhead anymore. Or until Roxas finally snapped.
Axel stood waiting for Roxas. His white shirt was open, revealing a smooth expanse of creamy skin. A pair of dark jeans hung low on his hips and his red hair was tied back in a low ponytail, leaving a few strands to hang in his face.
Roxas toed out of his shoes and walked over to Axel. The older man ran his fingers softly over the finger shaped bruises on the blonde's cold neck. Roxas allowed himself to be pulled into Axel's embrace; the redhead warming him.
Axel placed soft kisses on top of his head and Roxas couldn't help but think, "This is a cold love."