Song: "Because the Night" (Discorocker Radio Edit) by Vibeout
The blonde moved slowly across the dance floor, his movements guided by the beat of the music and nothing else. His steps were light his heels never actually touching the ground, revealing the light bounce of a dancer's step. His black-clad hips swayed gently to the music, his bare arms wrapping around his own body before he rolled his shoulders.
The black dress-shirt he wore was sleeveless and the top buttons open to reveal his skinny, but still toned chest, and a thin black choker. Bright blue eyes were covered by falling lids and blonde lashes, the lights of the room dancing across his face; throwing a long shadow of his small nose over a slightly puffy cheek.
He was just one amongst many, his arms unfurling from around him and rising in the air above, joining the many hands that were also pointing to the colourful ceiling. Fingers brushed against his own, slightly rougher from one side, long nails on the other, bruising hold on the third and flaming fire on the last.
When his hand pulled away from the flame, running down to touch his burning cheeks and sweating neck, lower to brush over a collarbone and pull down the already opened flap of his shirt, the burning hand followed.
The invitation for the dance was clear and the owner stepped closer, the other hand falling down as well to show the blond as taken. The hand brushed along soft spikes of hair, falling down lower so fingers brushed over eyelids and long lashes, down a sculptured cheek, across to brush down the bridge of a long nose and finally along thin lips. They found the end of the other's face and gently dancing along the edge of the jaw line, before sliding down once again and ghosting over a small bump that moved when the other swallowed.
For a moment, the blonde was startled and scared, not because it was a man he was dancing with, but because all those features seemed too familiar to ignore. He opened his eyes when he felt a strong hand around his waist, but that hand moved to turn him around and all he saw was a smudge of red and a mass of people in the colourful light.
A long, thin body pressed up against him from behind, and no matter how familiar it felt, he realized it was not who he had thought. They were similar, for sure, high cheekbones, long nose, thin lips, strong jaw…
…long body, strong even though lean and almost skinny, hard hands that felt like they would bruise, but caressed too gently to do so. Again the blonde's mind reeled, recollecting all the facts he had felt, even the red blur, and for that moment he was scared.
His body stiffened in the other's arms, though continued to move to the beat of the music. The hands holding him jumped lightly at the stiffening then ran again to caress and calm the lithe boy dancing between them.
The smaller body shifted, turned, still moving to the beat and the other realized what the smaller was trying to do, so his hands rested heavily on his hips before he forced them opposite and turned the boy into a spin. The blonde was ready, surprised that he was allowed to watch, but his one leg lifted lightly off the ground allowing him to spin on the balls of his other foot.
The quick jerk in the crowded area though still had him unbalanced and he moved back, his hands now resting around the others neck, his resting leg moving back to take the brunt of his weight shall he fall. The hands on his hips had hovered over as the blonde spun and now reached out and one trapped around the waist to keep him close, the other going up against his back, enjoy the cold feel of his silk shirt.
To all viewing, the blonde was tipped back gently, the larger man leaning overtop, before he was pulled back up and their hips continued in their hypnotizing motion, always moving together and letting the pair change to sudden jerks in the beat together, without looking awkward about it.
Blue eyes uncovered, appearing almost completely white in the dark club, the black light dancing around. They focused onto a pair seeming much like his own, and he cursed the club silently for being unable to see the true colour. However when the light died out to allow for strobe lights and colourful flashes, he noticed the colour and smiled, welcoming the perfect green, glad that the spark of blue in the green mix was gone from within his memories.
A mass of red rested atop the head of the other, slightly down due to the perspiration and humidity in the air, although the blonde sensed that it must have usually been bouncing wildly around. It was long. The locks at the front framing his face and going down to his chin, the rest sleeked back naturally and held there with the moisture. The rest going down was longer, falling right to the shoulder blades where the blonde was currently gripping.
He looked up, being a full head shorter than the other male, although the redhead's own head was bend down to look at him. He felt himself being lifted lightly by those strong hands, the face was coming closer to his own, and then something seemed to register into his already unclear mind.
A gasp escaped between them, heating up the space that was barely there and that the blonde was trying to increase. The redhead frowned at the action, his green eyes losing their spark for a moment… and once more the blonde gasped. The hands that held him released, their heat gone and making his skin uncomfortably cold, the fabric sticking to his sweaty body beneath.
His hands, having pulled away not moments ago, now reached out again. One rested against a toned, half-covered chest, the other reached up and brushed along a defined cheekbone once more, his hand rested on the redhead's cheek, the thumb brushed under and to the side of the eye, where he thought the mark would be. But there was nothing there, so when his hand pulled away, he let his middle finger run lower, to the center of the eye, and gently touch the black triangle, pointing down.
The hand from the other's chest rose and repeated the same action to the other side, his stilled hips swaying gently once more and pulling the redhead into another turn of his own hips.
A smile appeared on his lips before he closed his eyes, letting the effect of alcohol once more rage through his body without stopping, making his head sway with the feeling and the image in front of him. The smile on his lips grew and the song changed, starting slow and gentle, making it seem like a slow dance with a gentle sway and a female's voice singing in the background. That was until the beat a lot faster, a lot stronger and the entire mass around them started jumping, hands up to follow the lyrics.
The blonde's laughter escaped as he stilled his hips and put his legs together to bounce slightly, being completely between the legs of the taller one. In his light jumps he had ended up reaching the height of his partner, his eyes half-lidded now with the exotic and sensual scents mixed with the alcohol he had consumed. Those eyes gazed at the other, looking just like the redhead thought they'd look when laced with lust, and a growing feeling overcame the larger male.
The boy jumping between his legs, his body rubbing against him, didn't help much either. The redhead back away slightly with a sheepish smile, although from the feelings overcoming him it looked more like an invitation for something more.
The blonde took it as so and followed, stopping in his jump to step forward with a sway in his hips, remaining on the balls of his feet even when intoxicated.
The two moved together, the redhead leading him even without knowing to where, his own mind muddled with the fuzzy effect of not only alcohol but the usual mix his friends and him had before going to the clubs.
His white dress-shirt, opened half way down his chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, was being pushed against his body and rubbed against the skin, soaking up the perspiration formed below and appearing slightly transparent.
Black clad hips rubbed against his own jean covered ones. He was wearing blue, faded jeans with rips in them, catching the chains that hung off of his belt, chains that were toyed with by playful fingers.
Somewhere in the background the blond recognized the song, "because the night belongs to lovers," being yelled all around them. Yea, he knew the song, so he already knew the beat as he moved to the changes quickly, allowing the redhead to catch onto the under beat and lead them into an endless embrace.
Moving together, the two seemed attached once more, but not only the hips, for the redhead had leaned in closer, brushing his lips against the side of the other's face before his entire cheek connected and his head went down, breathing in the scent of sweat and faint cologne off of the blonde's neck.
The next connection between them was the blonde's own lips, ghosting over the redhead's neck and latching on gently. The redhead gasped and shuddered, bending lower to allow the blonde to rest flat foot instead of forcing himself higher on the balls of his feet.
They broke that connection, replaced by their bellies and bared chests sharing the moisture in the air and on their skin, when their hands disengaged from one another, they were replaced by their lips connecting, and when their hips shifted away so they could stumble further from the crowd, those hands returned, tearing at each other.
The white, transparent shirt was hit against something hard and the cold from the metal rushed through the male's body, sending it shuddering right into the smaller one's grasp, before he shifted his body, twisted it around and let the blonde be the one to shudder in his arms.
The cold felt nice though and the hard bump against his waist gave out when he was pushed further into it. He arched his back, trying to ignore the hurt, but the redhead's hips were once more pressing against his, his lips never leaving in their torturous dance across his own and the metal gave out once more. Following it shortly, was the entire support of the wall and the two stumbled out into the cold, September night.
The kiss broke apart, the redhead having locked the smaller male against the hard brick wall now, his hands moving away to rest on the jagged rocks and feel their rough texture. Looking over his shoulder, the metal door to the club closed, blocking out the loud music and the two were out of the party.
The blonde's hand reached out and turned the face to him once more, connecting their lips in a gentle, almost chaste kiss, before it was deepened with fire and passion. Hips smashed against hips and the blonde bit out a loud moan into the other's mouth, feeling the jagged rocks grab at his silk shirt and tear the fabric apart with each thrust of hips.
A leg rose and he was pushed up higher against the wall, the shirt ripping more than a few small holes in the back, and that leg wrapped around the bony hips that held him there, thrusting against him.
The kiss broke, letting them both breathe and the blonde to scream out silently while the redhead occupied himself with attacking the pale neck in front of him, biting around the thin wire of the choker the other wore.
The hips moved faster and one hand fell down from the wall to go under the blonde's thigh, hoisting it up around his waist as well and supporting his entire frame against the rough wall.
What sounded like whimpers escaped the blonde, his back aching painfully as he was repeatedly rubbed up and down the rough brick, scratching at his bare skin under the torn shirt, working on tearing the skin as well. But he wasn't complaining, not at all… instead he was encouraging the redhead to go faster with whispered words and increasing moans and whimpers.
The redhead continued as told, speeding up the process, one hand under the blonde's thigh, holding tightly to keep him in place, while the other supported him against the wall, balancing him as he held up the smaller male's weight.
They continued in their actions, gasps, moans, groans and whimpers escaping between them, the air outside feeling hotter than inside the club, the blonde feeling on fire from the contact with the redhead.
Hand digging into the red locks, they felt on fire as well, digging deeper into the fiery spikes, until one had to release, biting on his knuckles from fear of screaming too loudly and with a shudder wracking his entire body, he moaned through the biting knuckles, causing them to bleed slightly, before he finally relaxed.
The redhead relaxed as well, his thrusts having slowed to gentle strokes until he finally stilled, but kept the blonde trapped between him and the wall. Their exercise had sobered him up quite a bit, both from the alcohol and the drugs, although they still ran through his system.
"Shit," the redhead suddenly voiced loudly and backed away, almost roughly, letting the blonde slip down with a pained groan to stand on his feet against the wall. "Shit," he repeated again and turned away, his hands going up to his red locks, grabbing them roughly and pulling at them. They were spiked up even more now, just as the blonde had imagined they would be, and he smiled at the redhead that tired, satisfied grin someone would have after having… done what they just did.
"I am so sorry," the redhead turned back towards the blonde to notice the smile, that and the hand that tugged on his folded sleeve. The blonde moved away from the wall and came closer, brushing his lips against the other pair ever so lightly, before he settled fully down and looked up at the other.
The redhead smiled softly down at him and leaned down, both hands on the side of his face to hold it still as he locked their lips in another soft, chaste kiss. Hands clutched at his back, under his shoulder blades and his own hands moved down and around, one resting on the blonde's waist, the other rising up to brush against the coarse fabric, and skin coated with a thin layer of blood.
"Holy shit!" the redhead pulled back suddenly, surprising the blonde and with both hands on his shoulders, yanked him forward to look over his shoulder at his back. He winced at this, not remembering it when he had danced with the other. He looked behind him, seeing the rough bricks, tainted slightly red with strings of black hanging from them, and his wince covered his entire face.
"Come on," he grabbed the blonde's hand pulling him out of the alley they had stumbled into and towards the near parking lot. "I'm gonna take you to my house to get cleaned up, since it's my fault this happened," he explained to the still intoxicated blonde.
The two stopped at the parking lot in front of a bright red Yamaha motorcycle, the handles and leather seat in black, while the rest of it was in different shades of red, including the wheels.
The redhead got atop it, easily slipping the keys out of his jeans as he got on and tapped slightly behind him. The blonde moved and with ease straddled the bike, sitting back and wrapping his arms around the other's waist. He seemed very much at ease about this, used to it as the redhead sped far above the limit while going down the dark street.
When the two stumbled into the dark apartment, the last thing the redhead expected was to have the blonde once more trying to initiate a kiss between them. He couldn't reject it though, welcomed it and let the working part of his brain move them around until finally he switched on a light, lifting up the blonde in front of him with both legs around him as they continued to kiss.
He pulled away sharply and suddenly left the room, revealing that the blonde was seated on the small counter of a bathroom. He was left stunned for a long moment until the redhead returned holding a white box with a red cross on it.
The redhead smiled softly and placed the box down. "Pull your legs up and turn around," he instructed and the other did so, turning so his back faced him. "Can you just help me take off your shirt," and without a word, the blonde did as he was told once more.
The redhead went on cleaning the many small wounds, mostly scratches and red marks that would bruise, but there was breaking of skin and a hiss every time he dabbed some rubbing alcohol anywhere on the other's back.
When he was done, he didn't bother to put gauze to cover the wounds, instead coating them with a thin layer of a healing gel used against infections. He collected the rest of the supplies back in the box while the blonde turned around to face him. "My name is Roxas," the blonde spoke suddenly, appearing much more sober than he had before.
"I'm Axel. A-X-E-L! Got it memorized?" the redhead winked as he straightened out his form and pulled the blonde off the counter.
"Hmmm…" the blonde smiled lazily, that same tired grin from before that had the heat pooling down between Axel's legs once more. "Would be kinda hard to forget," the smile turned into a grin and the redhead forgot everything, sweeping in to kiss those lips once more.
A hand rose, brushing against his cheek and smearing something liquid, but fast drying across it, and the redhead pulled out of the kiss. He looked past the boy's shoulder at the mirror and noticed the red mark, trying to cover his tattoo, creating a red swipe right above his cheekbone.
Looking down, he noticed the blonde's hand, a bleeding knuckle, and smiled softly. "Forgot that one," he pushed the blonde back against the counter, however Roxas refused to go up, so their hips clashed once more. While Axel was cleaning the blonde's wound, the smaller one hid the hisses of pain with those of pleasure when he pushed his hips further into the other.
It took all of his will power, but at the end, Axel had ended up quickly tying the gauze overtop of his hand, before his own fell to the blonde's hips and his lips fell atop him to capture the moans and gasps the other was letting out.
Roxas smiled softly into the kiss and followed when he was pulled out of the bathroom. His still intoxicated mind told him everything was normal, but somewhere in the back of it two things screamed. One of them was: He is gonna kill you if he finds out! While the other was more along the lines of: did somebody slip something in my drink, I never knew a few martinis could do this. After a moment longer though, both of those thoughts were blocked out by: man, he's 'good'!
Axel, still intoxicated slightly himself, led the blonde away and to the small bedroom. The moment of soberness that had overcome him was as always, perfect timing before the drug in his system took full effect and he was on cloud nine. Nothing ever registered to him past his primal and most basic needs.
No, there was nothing wrong with taking home a blonde, whom you had wounded, and ramming him into the mattress without a care to his wounds. There was nothing wrong with the fact that said blonde looked a bit young, maybe having gotten in the club with a fake ID, and definitely nothing wrong with the fact that he had hurried so much in slipping on the condom it had probably ripped. And, oh my, what could possibly be wrong with the fact the blonde seemed more than experienced in the field?
Unbeta-ed version
writing and ideas by .sye
inspired by art that i will send link to anyone who asks, but not this chapter XD
disclaimer: characters belong to Kingdom Hearts(C) and later on to somebody else secret for now