Wow. Uh. xD Another fic from me? Not much of a fic, just a roleplay I'm doing on gaia. If you ever wanna roleplay with me, uh. Just message me then. xD Either here, or gaia; my gaia is C a d e n x l.
Rated M for language and suggested themes.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own KH or its' characters. If I did, Roxas would have been the main character. :3
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Five minutes after the last school bell rang Axel stood outside of the school gates, lanky form leaning against the brick wall that supported it. It was the end of October and the air was chilly, red-head donning form-fitting black jeans and a gray and black long sleeved turtleneck shirt, dark trench jacket left open. A matching gray and black scarf hung loosely around his neck, the end drifting past the arms folded at his chest.
Seventeen and six foot two with a sharp tongue and bright red hair Axel drew attention wherever he went, even when he wasn't trying. The hushed whispers and disapproving looks - ones he had been getting more often after getting a friend to apply matching tattoos to his cheekbones - the tall teen waited for his friend, his own bag sitting patiently at his feet. Usually he would wait by the lockers but with his layers it grew too warm within the school walls and he made his way out, knowing that the blond would find him.
Roxas... What could he say? They had known each other forever, it seemed, yet he remembered the first day they met with a clarity that only came with life-altering events. The blue-eyed boy was never very big and a target for bullies on the playground. After finding the boy surrounded by several older kids Axel took it upon himself to lend a hand, flying into the fray and getting a good black-eye and scraped knees for his efforts - since then he had sworn he would be around to help the other out if he were ever in a scuffle.
Sighing and wishing for a cigarette (a bad habit, he knew, but one he had picked up a few months prior and had yet to shake) Axel reached into his coat for his mp3 player, popping one of the headphones into his ears before turning it on.
Breathing was coming in soft, short pants as Roxas tried to quickly make his way to his locker and gather his things. He had been asked to stay after class to discuss a few things, thus resulting in him having to hurry. He never liked keeping people waiting.
A small frown pulled at his lips when he rounded the corner to where his locker was situated, not finding any bit of flaming red spikes in sight. He must have gone outside.., He thought as he caught his breath, twirling the lock open and gathering the things he needed. Easily slipping the books in his bag, he slammed the locker door shut and went on his way to the doors leading outside, where he knew his friend would be waiting.
Small hands pressed on the doors, pushing them open, and allowing a wave of cool air to wash over him--sending chills down his spine. Immediately, his hands went to rub at his arms, trying to warm them as he stepped outside and looked around. Almost immediately, he saw the tall, redheaded male perched against the brick wall of the school, a smile curving on his own lips.
Axel, the vibrant redhead, easy to spot in any crowd. He had been his friend for a long while now, since the day he had helped him out that one time. That one day, it was lodged in his memory forever. It had been the least thing expected, since no one had ever seemed to notice him. Those guys had approached him more than once before that day, but the people walking by had done nothing; but Axel had. Of course, he hadn't seen those guys since the redhead had dealt with them. But he still felt bad because of it, since he had just jumped in for a total stranger, earning himself a few scratches.
His feet carried him over the few steps to where the lanky redhead stood, noticing the headphones lodged in his ears. As he neared, his petit hand reached out, tugging on the headphone so as to pull it out. "Axel," The blond said simply, staring up at him.
Turning to look over at the blond a familiar grin spread across his lips, slender fingers deftly turning off the MP3 player and putting it away. "'Bout time you showed up," he drawled, an arm moving to loop around Roxas's shoulders and steering him towards home. "What happened?"
Axel didn't mind that he had to shorten his strides in order to walk beside his blond friend, or even the on-again off-again ache in his neck from looking down at the other. Roxas was fun (especially when riled-up) and great to hang out with, not to mention easy on the eyes. Not that he could tell the other. Ever.
Feeling the prickle of skin underneath his fingertips Axel removed his arm, shrugging out of his coat. "You should dress warmer, Roxy," he said lightly, dropping the black coat on to his shoulders. He soon moved his arm back around his friend's shoulders, hip bumping against the smaller boy. "And just so you know, I'm planning on staying over tonight."
A discreet smile crept on his lips as the lanky male slung his arm around his shoulder, leading their way back home. " No work, then? " He figured, from the statement he had put out about staying overnight. He didn't mind it at all when he did; actually, he liked it much more when the redhead was around, or when he stayed over. He liked his company.
Cerulean optics blinked when he felt the black coat dropped around his shoulders, causing a small, slightly sheepish grin to form. He pulled the warm coat around him, Axel's scent hitting his nose as he breathed. " Teacher kept me after class, " He mumbled in response now to his earlier question, though slightly distracted by the redheads hips bumping against his own.
Roxas was always ever so aware of how slowly the lanky, taller male had to walk because he was just that much shorter. He would have attempted to walk faster so that he didn't have to take such small strides, but he'd only tire out his legs.
The blond studied the lanky males wardrobe, lingering longer than intended before looking down at his own choice of clothing that day. He hadnt thought it would be cold at all today, so he had just slipped on a dark pair of fitted jeans, ( though not as fitting as the redheads, he took note ) and a band tee.
"Yeah - we had an extra hand so boss asked if I wanted a break day," he replied with a shrug, jolting his friend with the motion. Axel tended to be quite animated whenever he was around Roxas, despite the discomfort or attention it caused. It was an unconscious reaction, as it were. He also didn't ask if Roxas minded him staying over - after years of being together he was as comfortable in the blond's home as he was in his own.
It didn't take long for the red-head to notice Roxas's look, leaning in to grin inches from the other's face. "Aw, what's the matter, Roxy? Do ya need me to start dressing you in the mornings?" I wouldn't mind doing the opposite, either. Axel had gotten quite good at the mental add-ons and the thought made his grin stretch wider. He straightened soon enough, not trusting himself that close to the other with his thoughts leading that way.
"So I was thinking," Axel started, going on a different topic. "Of getting a tattoo. A pair, actually." Using the hand not looped around the other's shoulders he pointed to a high cheek-bone. "Right here, on both sides. What do ya think?"
A decision that major would have to go through the processes; one, did Axel like it, two, did Roxas like it and if so, could Axel afford it. He had money saved up from his job burning a hole in his pocket (he'd actually done that once when he first got his hands on a lighter) and figured - well, why not? The markings would symbolize the pair of them - so near yet separated by a bridge of uncertainty and fears. Ones that Axel assumed were his own.
The shrugging caused the smaller blond to jostle slightly, but he barely took notice of this as he nodded his head. " That's good, " He replied, grateful to be able to spend the day with his favorite redhead ( only redhead, but still ). He noticed the older male liked to illustrate his words with movements, and had gotten quite used to it.
Roxas reveled in his thoughts when his face suddenly appeared in front of his own, causing him to catch his breath in his throat at the closeness. He blinked at him, eyes slightly wider. A grin pulled at his lips, staring into his mawsitsit orbs. " Yeah, just come on over at around seven in the mornings and you can help me out then, " He replied in a joking manner, to try and ignore the fact of their closeness, or the slight warm tint he had noted on his cheeks. To his slight relief, he pulled away from his face and righted himself. His relief came from the reason of that if he had stayed like that any longer, he was sure he would take notice of his slightly reddened cheeks.
Face cooling off, he looked up at him when he began speaking again. He paused in his step, forcing Axel to stop with him. Tattoos, on either side of his cheeks. His hands reached up, stretching slightly to reach his face as he brushed his fingertips over where he had mentioned of getting them. He tried to picture him with said tattoos--tried, and succeeded. His hands retreated, a smile lingering on his lips. " Mm. yeah. I could definitely see you with a pair, " He agreed, however much he disapproved of getting such things. Although he thought they'd fit him. His legs began moving again, returning them to their original path.
Axel lived for the little reactions he pulled from his blond friend, be it a scoff or a stammer to a smack on any reachable body part. They sent his heart skipping in a most pleasant way and only made him try harder - especially for those so-rare flushes. He wasn't sure what it was he had said or done to cause it, though the pervert in him was leaning towards having caught Roxas in the middle of some daydream or the other.
Stopping on the sidewalk as Roxas did Axel frowned, looking down at the other. Was that too much? It was on the tip of his tongue to take it back, laugh the idea off as some joke or passing thought when suddenly Roxas was touching him. The contact, though light and just a mere brushing against his cheeks was enough to make his breath hitch, holding tight in his chest every second those fingers remained.
"I - yeah," he breathed out in an exhale, beginning to walk again a few moment's after his friend. The arm re-looped its self around small shoulders and Axel held on a little tighter. "I though it'd be kick-ass. So, when do you wanna go? I have the money for it now - or tomorrow works, too." It wasn't something that he would, or was willing to do, without his best friend and secret crush there to hold his hand. Or tell him either how stupid he's being or to suck it up, Axel wasn't picky.
Of course, oblivious blond he was, he hadn't noticed the breath hitch when he had gone to touch his face. He never noticed those things the redhead did; though, the arm slung around him again holding slightly tighter was noticeable. He didn't say anything about the matter, passing it off. Not that he would say something about it.
His thoughts were brought back, again, as he looked up at Axel again before back in front of them. " I wouldn't mind going today.., " He supplied, with a small lift of his shoulders. It wasn't even something he had to think about, but he and the lanky male did almost everything together. Of course he'd want to be there for his friend when he got his tattoos ( he knew they were supposed to hurt quite a bit ). He was sure that the redhead could take the small, short-lasting pain, but if he couldn't, the blond would be there to reassure him in a heartbeat.
Well, actually, whether it hurt or not, Roxas would want to be there to see him get them done. And, a thought came to his mind; " What're you getting them of? " They'd probably have to be small, if he wanted them to go on his cheeks. " And why your cheeks? " He was just a little curious as to why he chose there, as most people, from what he knew, chose a tattoo and where to put it for a reason. But he figured people could choose tattoos without them having reason.
Grinning down at the blond Axel wasted no time to steer them to the left to cross the street rather than going straight, heading for the tattoo and piercing shop. "You should get something pierced while they're working on me," he said, mind bringing up the image of Roxas with a belly-button - or god, his tongue - pierced. Then again, Roxas's mom was more one to freak out over things like that than his own parents. "Droplets - flipped, around, though." He waved a hand, drawing in the air. "They'll end up, rather than down."
He wasn't going to think about how doing this would require there to be a needle in his face, of all places. Roxas would be there to tell him to close his eyes when it came to it and tell him jokes to distract him from the pain. Wait, scratch that - laughing while someone was jabbing a needle in your face wouldn't be the best idea. Just having the blond by his side would help, though.
"Why?" Axel couldn't tell him the real reason but he wasn't the best at lying to his best friend, either. He shrugged, free hand flicking the air in a careless motion. "'Cause it's a bad-ass thing to do. Would you fuck with a guy who has ink drilled into his face?" Coffee shops and one of the town's record store's were walked by as the lanky red-head continued to lead his friend along.
An almost wicked grin flashed across his face at the mention of probably getting something pierced. He could see his mother fainting if he got anywhere other than his ears pierced. Then again, there were places he could get pierced that his mom would never find out about... but he probably wouldnt get those placed pierced. His tongue ran over his teeth--probably the place hed want to get done would be his tongue. He could probably hide the fact that he had his tongue pierced from her; just minimal talking. That, and he had always thought of getting something pierced.
His thoughts were brought back when he heard the redheads voice again. " Droplets? " He repeated, and pictured the lanky male with said tattoos; quite easily, too. He nodded at the thought. Although he had to blink several times at his comment of fucking a guy with ink in his face. He figured the question was rhetorical, but replied anyways with, " Would you? " Although his answer was somewhat mumbled.
His cerulean orbs followed the stores the passed, making their way towards the tattoo and piercings parlor. The blond was actually leaning towards maybe getting something pierced; he had the money, so it was just whether he would or not. Axel would be there, so he'd be fine if he did.
And now he found himself thinking of the tattoo the redhead was going to get. There would be a needle going in his face. Certainly that was going to hurt. And if they messed up... well, he doubted they would, but the blond wouldn't want to risk ruining such a pretty face.
Axel, not knowing where Roxas's thoughts had drifted (and if he had the red-head might have just swooned on the spot), made a 'pish' sound at the question. "Fuck no! I'd be afraid of getting my bony ass-kicked." He wasn't all long limbs and sharp angles; his metabolism kept him thin while his thrice-a-week work-out sessions kept him solid, rather than a stick on legs. "Scratch that," he said after a moment, looking down at his friend. "So long as they weren't fucking with you, I'd mind my own damn business."
Looking up as the pallor came into view Axel stopped to pull open the door, urging Roxas through first before stepping in behind him. Now that they were there his blood was pumping, limbs seeming to tingle with adrenaline at the thought of what he was about to do. Or get done, rather. A song he didn't know was blaring through the speakers and two of the works behind the counter looked up as they piled in, another near the back sitting behind a shirtless guy with a ink needle steadily working away.
Pulling his gaze way from what looked like to him, a way too long needle for just jamming ink into someone, Axel turned towards Roxas with fists moving to rest on his hips. "Well, buddy? Are you in or you out?" He was really hoping that Roxas was in - strength and numbers, and all. Besides, then the both of them would have aches and pains to complain about together.
Moving to the counter where a variety of different rings were displayed Axel scanned them before bringing a hand up to tap against the glass. "This would be hot in your belly-button, Roxy," he called over his shoulder, ignoring the eye-roll from the tattooed male behind the counter and the smirk from the girl. The round ring was red with silver along the edges, rings looping around it and wicked-looking points coming out of the top of each ring as well as between them. "Or were you gonna be lame and get an ear done?"
A smile tugged at his lips as he moved inside the parlor, the comment sticking in his mind. Bony ass or not, the blond still thought it was nice to look at. Anyone who looked at the redhead would probably think, Oh, he looks like someone who'd be a bad influence and such, but the blond had gotten to know that he was actually very loyal to his friends. That was what his mother thought at first glance of the redhead, and he was pretty sure she still thought that a bit, however much she said she was fine with him.
A song met his ears as they entered, it seeming a bit familiar to the blond. He had probably heard it somewhere or at some time, because of the variety of music he listened to. But the tattoo books always drew his attention. He always found they had nice art, and liked looking at them. He opened the first book, looking at the page. He threw his view over his shoulder at the redhead, looking at the piercings. He'd never thought of getting his belly pierced; wasn't that more of a female thing to do? And did he just say it'd look hot on him? He left the book to join his friend, peering at the ring he had pointed out. He had to admit, the ring looked nice, but it wasn't something he'd get.
" No, " He replied, pulling away from the glass. He wasn't going to get his ear pierced, as he was with Axel on the thought that it was rather lame. His gaze was pulled over to the guy giving someone a tattoo in the back, fixed eyes watching the needle pierce his skin. " But yeah, I'll get something. " He smiled, straightening himself. He turned to look at the two people behind the counter, whom were both watching them. He chose to ignore their stares. " It'll be a surprise though, " He grinned at his friend; he wanted to see what he'd say once he got it done, instead of just telling him. It seemed funner that way.
What could he say? Axel couldn't help that he looked like a delinquent - he just worked to charm the important people on Roxas's life. As much as people thought him to be a slacker Axel was quite sharp and hit the books as hard as any - especially if it meant spending more time with his blond and giving him more opportunities to hang around the other. So long as Roxas kept his grades up and wasn't running in the streets, doing drugs or shanking people in alleys, his mom was find with the company he kept.
The question of what the blond was going to get done was on the tip of Axel's tongue before he added the last teasing lit, causing the red-head to whine instead. "Roooooxaaaaaaaaas" he groaned, flopping himself on to the blue-eyed boy. Sagging so that Roxas was supporting most of his weight Axel dropped his head on top of the bed-head looking strands, arms draped over his shoulders. "That's not faaaair - I told you what I was getting done!" His curiosity was piped and Axel would either pester the other until he spilled or get him to hurry up and get whatever he wanted done.
But the tattoo artist was done with the man's back and walking towards them. Straightening Axel stepped forward, slinging his bag around to dig out the slip of paper with the marking drawn on it. "I want to get this," he said, handing the slip to the man before pointing to his cheek with one hand. "-right here, on both sides." Though he was met with an arched brow and amused snort the artist motioned for the other to follow, heading off to make a photocopy of the image which would be pressed to the spots that Axel wanted before being re-done in ink.
Only slightly freaking here. "Hey, Rox - if I pass out or scream like a girl, no telling anyone, got it?"
The blond couldn't help picturing his mothers face once she found out he had pierced something other than his ear, and his redheaded friend with tattoos inked in his face. He was sure it'd be a priceless reaction, and he'd most likely get kicked out for a day or two for it. She'd end up going on about how she was right that Axel was a bad influence on him, but she didn't know how wrong she was. It seemed like she hadn't noticed his attitude change since meeting the older male.
Roxas loved to keep the redhead in suspense, to hear him plead his name and to tell him whatever it was he was keeping from him. But he had learned and it wasn't so easy now to make him cave and tell him. Not that he had the chance to now, as the tattoo artist had approached them and Axel was already explaining what he wanted. The look he had given him made him chuckle, turning into a laugh at his friends comment, but he nodded his head to the older male. " Of course. It'll be our secret then, " He replied, soft laughs dying down.
" That doesn't matter, " He smirked with a wave of his hand. " You didn't have to tell me, you know. I asked, you told. You asked, I'm keeping it a secret. Besides, you'll find out soon. " He grinned, watching as the tattoo artist returned with the prints. " I'll be there, so no passing out for you. " He said it as if it was an order, and he doubted that Axel actually would pass out or scream like a girl. That was something more like the blond. Axel was the tough one.
Rox was definitely going to wait until after he was done getting his tattoos until getting his tongue pierced. They were small, so he figured they wouldn't take too long to do. He made a move to follow after the guy, taking hold of Axel's larger, warmer hand and tugged him gently. " Lets do this, okay? " Roxas wasn't very good at reassuring people, but he'd at least try to.
The boy, Axel thought, was a tease. Roxas had gotten a lot more backbone since that faithful day in the park as well as a cruel streak for making him beg - Axel beg, of all people! He didn't bend, beg or plead for anyone. Something about those baby blues, though...
"Easy for you to say - you're just getting one quick jab through where ever it is you're getting done," he grumbled, fingers tightening when the tattoo artist made his way over. After being instructed to sit in the odd-looking chair Axel used his free-hand to point to where he wants the tattoos placed, stilling to allow the artist to put the outline over his cheekbones. He doesn't relax even after the man moved away, eyes watching as he retrieved a clean needle and loaded the ink.
"Roxas." Emerald green eyes fixed on blue ones as he turned, expression tense. "Thanks again - for coming with me." He paused, gaze darting away he ran his tongue over his lips. "And swearing upon pain of death to keep any girly reactions to having my face repeatedly stabbed with a needle."
Nodding tightly to his friend Axel found himself instructed not to move - ha! Easier said than done - and then his head was pinned with one hand as the other held the inking needle, cursing through gritted teeth as the ink was embedded into his skin. When was the last time he ate? Because things were starting to get a bit woozy.
Luckily, his body had numbed its self enough for the pain that the second one went with little effect - head released from it's death-hold after a bit of touching-up and the wiping away of blood Axel resisted the urge to rub the sore spots, turning to Roxas and giving a somewhat pained grin. "Well? What's the verdict?"
" I never said I was getting just one piercing, you know.., " He commented with a smile; although, it was true he was getting only one. He just found it fun to keep the redhead in suspense and thinking of what he was to get done. " And no problem, really. Of course I'd come with you, " He was slightly distracted as he saw his sharp tongue flick out and run over his lips. " Yeah, any girly reactions are for us to remember only, "
Although the blond had said he'd be there for him, he still couldn't help flinching in pain - although there was no pain inflicted on him - as he watched the redhead get the tattoos done. He patiently stood by, eyes on the needle going in his skin and inking the small droplets. He hadn't noticed, but he had also been holding his breath as he watched; realizing this when it was finished, exhaling softly.
The marks on him looked as he had pictured them when he had said it earlier. " They look good on you, " He told him truthfully, however bad they looked now. They'd clean up later, and they'd look much neater. He wanted to reach out and run his fingers over the new marks, but he knew better than that. He'd do that when they were all healed.
And as much as he wanted the redhead with him when he got his tongue pierced, he wanted to show him the finished project. He smiled up at him, tugging on the hand he was still holding on to. " Okay, so you go out and pay for yours while I get mine done. " And now, the blond was starting to feel the anxiousness the redhead had minutes before. Getting a piercing wasn't as bad as getting a tattoo, he knew; but some could be just as a bad, depending on where they were being done. Of course, his was more of a minor place, he'd say. That didn't soothe him at all as he ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth, then out to lick his lip.
Axel couldn't help a pout and a whine at the other's words, relaxing his hold on the boy's hand - it had been a near death-grip before and his own fingers were numb from clutching at him. "Whaaaat? You can't just expect me to let someone forcibly put holes in you without me being there to hold your hand!" He shook his head. "Na-uh. I'll pay for both and stick with you during this - together forever, baby."
Now, if Axel knew his blond he knew that the other wouldn't get a piercing somewhere too extreme. No Prince Albert's or bars through the nipples (God the thought of Roxas's bare nipples made his blood catch fire) but that still left many a possibility. There was the lip - a rather hot, of awkward choice - the eyebrow, his upper ear (though Roxas had denied getting a pansy-ass earring) or, as much as he hoped but doubted, the tongue.
Running each of the options through his mind Axel rose to his feet, managing not to topple over though his vision swam slightly. He'll get over it. "So suck it up, blondie. I'm staying to help you through this." Arms crossing over his chest Axel planted his feet, rooting himself to the spot. Really, Roxas should have seen it coming - it wasn't likely that Axel was just going to wander off while the blond went through what he himself had just been through alone. What kind of friend would he be, then?
The blond male had barely noticed how tight Axel had been holding on to his hand, until now when he lightened his grip. But a frown crossed his features. Well, he should have seen that coming. It was Axel! He wasn't going to let him do this by himself after being there for his tattoos. " Ah, fine.. " He said at last, but its not like he was given a choice. " But I can pay for my own! I'm not letting you pay for both, " He had his own money, so he wasn't going to allow it. He knew it cost a handful to do tattoos, and piercings also cost a pretty penny.
The guy that had just finished with Axel waltzed back over to them, and Roxas opened his mouth to tell him what he was thinking of getting. "A piercing, my tongue, " He told him simply, a smile tugging at his lips. He turned to the redhead. " There, now you know. " He wanted to both hear what he'd say about his choice, and his reaction. He doubted the redhead was expecting him to get it there.
He gently tugged the lanky male after him as he followed the guy who was to stick a needle through his tongue, sitting himself in a chair slightly different from Axel's. It was slightly higher, and looked more like a barber chair. " Alright, lets get this done, " He mumbled as the guy got his things ready. He watched him take a fair-sized needle, sterilizing it and getting a standard ball ready to stick in afterward. He was told to stick his tongue out, obeying. Tongue held in place, the needle was placed on a spot. Instead of squeezing someones hand, Roxas had the tendency to rub his fingers against whomever's hand he was holding. So at this point, his thumb began to stroke the redheads larger hand. He knew it should be the other way around, but its just the way he was like.
He sucked in a breath as the needle was pushed through, making his eyes sting. He was still as he quickly took the ball and pushed it through, after the needle. And all was done, easy as that. He turned to his friend, grinning slightly. " There, " He said, although he was sticking his tongue out so it came out oddly.
Axel, for his credit, didn't gape like an fish out of water when those magical words parted his friend's lips. His eyes did go very, very wide, though, and he swallowed so hard that the red-head swore that the could hear him straight across the island. "Tongue?" The shell-shocked expression lasted for one, two, ten heartbeats before a swift-kick to his brain made thinking possible again, a high laugh pulled from him.
"My little Roxy, all grown up!" Pulling the blond against him for a quick noogie Axel grinned down at him. "Your mom is gonna freak, I hope you know - and probably try to castrate me in the process." Oh, but just the thought of his little blondie flicking the barbell out between pouty lips sent chills up Axel's spine. "Yeah, fine, we'll pay for our own - I can't wait."
Following the pair and taking up Roxas' hand once again after he was seated Axel folded their fingers together, needing to feel the heat and pressure between them. He was nervous for the other and it showed in the way he tapped a foot quickly against the ground in an erratic beat, teeth watching the inside of his lower lip to bite down on. What if the guy missed? Couldn't you bleed to death if a tongue piercing wasn't done right? He wouldn't voice the concerns but he could feel the anxiety rolling off of his friend, his fingers squeezing in response to the way-ward thumb.
As the tattoo artist positioned himself before doing the same with his client Axel held his breath as the needle was brought out. "Fuck it's huge," he breathed as the man moved into position, clutching tightly at the blond's hand. Grimacing with a hiss as the needle was shoved through Axel shook his head, posture and grip relaxing once the needle was removed and ring secured. "You've got balls, I'll give ya that, Roxy," he murmured, eyes falling to the newly acquired piercing. Forcing himself to look away he managed a only slightly-pained smirk. "Come on - let's pay for our mutilations and get out of here."
The blond snickered lightly at the shocked reaction he had gotten, a grin pulling his lips. " I realize that. And don't worry, just uhh... stay away from her for a week or so, " He advised, knowing she actually probably would try to castrate him. And, that wouldn't be such a good thing. " She's out tonight, so were lucky, " He remembered now; so he was off for one night, at least.
The exclamation his redheaded friend had made almost made him flinch; he had been trying not to concentrate on how big the needle was. He was just glad it was over with, however much it was stinging now. He didn't release his grip on Axel's hand as he nodded. " I've got balls? Pfft. You're the one who got tattoos. In your face. " He pointed out, as they moved back out to the front to pay. He couldn't get over how his voice sounded slightly more different with the newly acquired barbell embedded in his tongue.
He was reaching for his wallet in his back pocket, slipping it out somewhat easily. He leaned against the counter, being just tall enough. " Mm, yeah, " He agreed whole-heartily with his redheaded crush, watching the taller male beside him. He couldn't take his eyes away from his face. The new tattoos only made him look sexier than he was, if that was even possible.
After watching his blond pay and paying himself as well as taking the ointment for the tattoos Axel wasted no time looping his arm through his friend's and leading him out the door. The sudden change from the heavy rock music to the puttering of cars and idle chatter is strange but Axel appreciates having his eardrums intact. The change from the harsh lighting to sunlight isn't much, but different all the same, causing the lanky male to pause and blink to get used to it before starting off again.
"Having someone repeatedly jab you in one spot is totally different from having someone shove a piece of metal through your body," he insisted, shaking his head. "Especially if you can end up choking to death on your own blood in the process."
It was things like that which made Axel wonder how this could be the same Roxas that got picked on back in elementary school; he was stubborn, tough and had a helluva right (and left) hook that Axel had the pleasure of witnessing first-hand. He was also awesome at the Struggle, an event that Axel couldn't really get into himself but went to every tournament religiously when his friend was competing. Hey, any excuse to see Roxas all hot and sweaty was enough of a reason for him.
Turning them down a side street to cut the time home down Axel found himself looking down at the other, something flickering behind green orbs. "You have some aspirin and Listerine at home, right? Though it doesn't sound like you're tongue's really swelling much." He has a tongue ring he has a tongue ring he has- "We should probably pick up a little pocket-pack of it, anyway; you're supposed to rinse after every meal." Axel shook his head. "I dunno if I could do it, man. Stabbed and swollen I get, but a liquid diet? Ugh."
The small blond didn't protest when his redhead looped around his arm and began to lead him out and back home. He blinked at the sudden change in both music and lighting, not exactly paying attention to where Axel was leading them. " I only got jabbed once, while you had it like, a hundred times. " He pointed out. " And was it really bleeding that much? " He didn't want to look at his tongue at that point, as he was rather squeamish.
" And yeah, I do. I don't know how much of my Listerine is left, though, " He said, now that he remembered it. Although he was pretty sure he had at least half left. He frowned at the thought of now having to only have liquids. " Augh, right. I forgot about that..., " Oh well, it would only be for a bit. " You say it doesn't sound like its swollen, but it feels like it. That, and its throbbing. " He pointed out; Axel had the advantage, his face was probably numb. " Ill deal with it, " Well, not like he had a choice now.
" I have no idea how I was able to do that either, " He replied, honestly. Though he knew it was because Axel had been there. If he hadn't, there would be no way he would have done that. " Hey, it's not like I eat much anyways..., " He mumbled. He normally just ate some toast or something for breakfast, then went all the way until supper, ending up only eating a snack then. And sometimes he'd eat lunch. And it was odd too, because Roxas wasn't at all too skinny. And despite not eating much, he still loved to cook. " Speaking of food, are you hungry? I could probably whip something up at home if so, "
At the mention of food Axel's stomach gave a low growl, the red head using his free hand to pat his flat stomach. "I wanna ask for some of your famous homemade burgers," he murmured, bumping lightly into the other as he stepped off the curb to cross to Roxas' block. "But it seems cruel, even for me, seeing as you can't have anything like that for half a week." He paused, making a face. "Or you could always have it blended."
Yeah, he was defiantly glad he wasn't the one restricted in such a way - not that he would have followed the order to begin with. The boy was way into his dead cow and deep fried bird to even consider parting with either. "Whatever you wanna make," he said with a wave of his hand. "I'm not too picky. You know what I like, anyway."
There was very little that Roxas didn't know about him - most circling around his steadily growing affection towards the blond. How do you tell your best friend - your best friend of the same sex - that you have a crush on them? Axel was more afraid of Roxas pushing him away and never wanting to see him again. The time that they spent together was practically like, minus the kissing and other things.
Other things that, if thought about for too long in reference with his little blond, lead to extended trips to the bathroom or late night one-on-one sessions.
Stopping in front of the door Axel waited for the smaller male to open up, letting Roxas go to allow him to move. "I can't wait for school," he said with a bit of a grin - it's dimmer than usual to keep him still mostly numb and avoiding the feeling of his face being split into two. "Dem is gonna flip."
" I don't mind making my burgers for you. I won't eat it blended, though.., " Roxas stuck his tongue out in disgust at the thought, but brought it back in as he remembered the ring through it. " It's fine, that's why I asked if you were hungry. I'll find something else for me to eat, " He didn't want to have Axel think hes being cruel by eating solid foods.
The blond male dug in his pocket around for his keys, finding them easily and pulling them out when the redhead released his arm. He fiddled with the few keys until he got a hold of the right one, unlocking the front door. Turning the knob, he pushed it open to allow the both of them entrance after removing the keys and tossing them on the small table next to the door. His hand reached up next to the door, fingers searching for a light switch as the house was rather dark. Finding it, he flicked it on and illuminated the front.
He turned to his redhead now with a small smile, letting out a soft laugh. " Yeah, wonder what he'll say. " Actually, at the moment, Rox could care less what Demyx would think or say. He thought they made him look sexier. Although he couldn't very well just tell him that.
He found it odd. Even he could see how good looking the redhead was, and yet he was single. He could have any girl he wanted - Roxas was somewhat disgusted by how they fawned after him - but he didn't. Or, that he knew of. Don't get it wrong, the blond was glad he didn't have someone. He knew it was selfish, but that didn't stop him. Its not like he could just tell him hes liked him for the past I don't know how long. He was his best friend, and that was good enough.
He led the way farther into the house, flicking on lights as he went. Eventually he was in the kitchen, searching through his fridge. His mouth was starting to get dry, so he got the jug of water out for himself and set that on the counter as he returned to the fridge. He reached in and took out some of the dead cow he had sitting in his fridge before shutting the fridge. He first poured himself a cup of water, downing that easily-although it tasted slightly of blood, he ignored it. " Alright well, it'll just be a few minutes.., " He murmured as he got the necessary items out; a pan, a few spices, buns, and a spatula. After slipping on his apron - yes an apron - he got to work making food.
The tempting flash of tongue was Making himself at home Axel dropped his bag just inside the doorway, following Roxas into the kitchen. "Aw, Rox, you're so good to me," he said as Axel grabbed a chair to whirl around and sit in, legs straddling the seat and arms folding over top of its back. He wouldn't admit it but the best part of watching Roxas cook was seeing that apron come out - not to mention watching that little bum whenever he had to get something from the veggie bin or out the oven. Being unable to watch Roxas was the only reason he didn't offer to help cook - that and he tended to make everything extra crispy.
Though tempted by the lure of sex - and being a teenage boy his brain was usually in either 'eat' 'sleep' or 'horny' mode - Axel could never do more than fool around with others. More often than not his needs were fulfilled using his left hand while in those moments of weakness where he itched for human contact he was left feeling more unfulfilled than before it started. He kept two rules present, though; no sex and no kissing. Even so, it felt as if he were cheating on Roxas - not that they were together in the first place but he did keep the exploits to himself.
Resting his cheek against his folded arms Axel watched the other with eyes half-mast, sparkling green against smooth skin. "You should get an outfit with that," he said after a while of just silently watching his friend, nodding at the apron. The teasing smirk was present but in his head he was picturing the other with one of those poofy skirts, thigh-highs and heels - or better yet, just the apron.
...Maybe he should switch his sitting position. Though he was fairly confident that any 'accidents' would be covered by most of the back of his chair and shadow from his hunched form getting up would bring the problem into direct sight. What would happen if Roxas knew exactly how much Axel enjoyed his cooking? He'd probably lock that apron up and never make one of those yummy Rox-burgers again, that's what. Or so he figured.
The small blond male was busy watching the food he was cooking for his redhead, standing at the stove. He wasn't really paying attention, but he looked over his shoulder at Axel when he heard him comment on how he should get an outfit with something. He noted the teasing smirk, frowning as his cheeks pinkened. " I only wear it so I don't get all dirty, " He mumbled in response, turning his head back to the pan in front of him.
It was several minutes later when he finally turned the stove off, taking the cooked meat off the pan and slipping it onto a bun. He fixed it to Axel's liking, moving over the where he sat as set it down on the table. " There, all done, " He announced, as if it wasn't obvious. He went to remove the frilly apron that was his mothers, hanging it back on the hook before cleaning his mess up. He put things away, just slipping the pan into the sink. He'd do the dishes later, he figured.
He just needed to find that Advil. He was sure Axel was probably in need of it too. He reached up in the cupboard, just barely being tall enough to reach it. He removed the bottle, twisting the cap off and knocking out two tablets. He set the bottle on the counter rather than reached to put it back. He made his way over to where Axel sat, being somewhat distracted by the way he was sitting.
He glanced over at the clock. It was just past supper time now, and he let out a small yawn. He immediately stifled it with his hand as he sat down in another chair beside the redhead. He set his elbow on the table, resting his cheek in his palm. He watched Axel another moment before opening his mouth, murmuring, " I hear tongue rings are nice for making out, " He said absently. If anyone would know if this was true, he figured Axel would. Hes probably made-out with someone with a tongue ring, he thought ( in a somewhat jealous tone, too, if it happened to be true ).
"All the more reason to do so" Perking when Roxas turned off the stove Axel straightened, scooting forward in the seat just a bit - enough to get to the goodness that was Blondie's Burgers of Awesome. "Thanks, Roxy." It didn't take him long to dig in (no time at all, really; most compared him to a bottomless pit) though his eyes didn't leave the other's form, only shifting away after the Advil was retrieved and the other was making his way back over.
It was a usual setting for the pair of them; Roxas, with the red-head in two, taking him home and doing homework before having dinner and wasting time playing video games or messing around on the computer. Axel only had a book report to work on that was due by the end of the following week so he wasn't too worried about that. Plus, it was the weekend! Who wanted to do homework on a Friday night?
Taking a rather large bite out of his meal Axel's gaze shifts back to Roxas, taller teen chewing quietly and starting to swallow - before promptly choking on the burger, eyes wide at his blond's quiet words. I - what?! Snatching up the water sitting on the table Axel downed two mouthfuls, taking a shaky breath and coughing a bit more before he was able to breathe clearly again. That didn't make his heartbeat slow down any, though.
"I've - heard that, too," he said with a shrug, trying to look nonchalant though it felt as if someone had started a small flame against his skin. Don't think about making out with Roxas don't think about making out with-oh god that tongue.. "Wouldn't mind trying it someday, though." Only with you.
Roxas had been all too aware of the reaction his statement had brought, as he had been staring at the redhead. It amused him, bringing a smile to his lips. It shouldn't be funny to watch someone choke on their food then act as if nothing happened, but it was. Although he blinked at his last comment; was that supposed to imply that he wanted to make out with him?
No, no. Definitely not. That was the blonds hormones talking and his great want towards the redhead. As if he would have meant that. But he wouldn't mind trying it either. Although, he figured he couldn't now since he was the one with the tongue ring.
" You've heard? So... you haven't tried it, then? " He asked somewhat slowly, curious. Well, he figured it probably wasn't easy to find someone with a tongue ring. Someone decent-looking with a tongue ring, with a nice personality. Yeah, that's hard to find. In fact, it was hard enough finding just someone who had a nice personality. Axel, he thought, had the perfect personality and perks. He couldn't find any cons about him-okay, maybe his habit of smoking. But its not like he could just drop it, even he understood how hard it was to quit. Though, even when he was smoking, he still looked attractive.
" I wouldn't either.. except, I'm the one with the tongue ring, so I guess I can't now. " He smiled lightly, shifting so he stretched his arms out against the table before returning to the same position.
The mental image of Roxas's tongue tangled with another person's was enough to make his teeth grind against each other but he managed to chuckle, putting the rest of his burger down to keep from squeezing it into mush. "You'd be locked together," Axel said with a bared grin before looking away, lips drawing down into a frown. After a moment his tongue poked out, caught curiously between his teeth. "Maybe I should get my tongue done," he said after a moment, considering.
True, normally he was against the whole getting holes jabbed into places that weren't meant to have them but. Well. It was Roxas, right? And it wouldn't be so bad - just a quick pierce and it's there for life (or if he got sick of it, he could just take it out). And maybe, just maybe...it would get the blond to notice him a little more.
Turning his gaze back to Roxas he shot him a grin, a real one rather than the baring of teeth his first had been. "What do ya think, Rox? I've already fucked-up my face - how'd a tongue ring look?" He stuck out his tongue as if to demonstrate though with his mouthful of burger long swallowed there was nothing but pink on the wet muscle, red-head wiggling it a bit for show.
Though people would think all kinds of things once they saw Roxas's new piercing Axel knew the truth - the boy was as innocent as he looked. Well, with his mouth closed, at least. The sarcasm that he threw out sometimes was enough to make Axel cringe, though it usually wasn't directed at him.
The shake of the blonds head was almost immediate at the redheads words. He forced a light chuckle; " Yeah see, I knew it wouldn't work with two people with tongue rings. I wouldn't want to be locked onto them.., " But maybe if it was Axel, he wouldn't mind. However much he doubted that wish would come true.
His face scrunched up slightly, " Eh, I don't know. " It'd be sexy hot hot sexy-- " But you didn't fuck up your face, " He disagreed with him; no, he did quite the opposite. " If you want it done, get it done. You wouldn't be able to eat my burgers though, " He pointed out to the redhead with a smile.
A thought came to mind and he couldn't resist speaking it aloud; " Pssh, be a man, Ax. Get a cock piercing instead. " Oh and he was so joking, but he honestly wanted to hear what he'd say to that, considering his last reaction. The temptation to say it had been too large, and Roxas wasn't too good with large temptations. And the fact that he was sticking that sharp tongue of his out didn't help matters; he couldn't remove his gaze from the redhead ( not that he wanted to ).
Tongue curling back into his mouth Axel couldn't help a slight twitching smile. He really does like it. It made him feel good to have Roxas approve - and defend - his latest 'wild act,' as they're usually called. He would have abandoned the idea of the blond had expressed any disinterest or disapproval for it, meaningful to him or not.
"Hm..." Taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully Axel gave a bit of a shrug. Roxas didn't seem too thrilled with the idea so he wouldn't consider it seriously. Honestly, he was perfectly okay going through like without a bar through his tongue, no matter how hot he'd look. Cause he knew he'd look good. "Yeah, you're right - awesome job, by the way," he added, talking after he'd swallowed the mouthful.
And of course it was with the last bite of burger left that Axel heard the most scandalous thing uttered from perfectly pouty lips. Cock. The red-head inhaled sharply, body jerking back hard. Unfortunately for him, the back of the chair was in front of him rather than at his back to catch him. The chair tipped and Axel with it, back slamming hard against the tiled floor of Roxas's kitchen floor. At least the fall knocked out the dead cow and bread out of his windpipe?
Face flushed between the choking and mental images that were thrown into his mind's eye at the uttered words Axel coughed, slowly moving his arms behind him to push himself into a half-upright position. "You really - shouldn't shock the piss outta - outta me when I'm eating," he rasps, giving another cough. "Drink?"
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