pairings: AxelxRoxas
disclaimer: I don't own anything,
A/N heh, well well well, I've decided to make this into a story, if you saw the 8th chapter in Its Just Us Baby then you know what the story'll be based around. Lol, so my friends, just from that disorder I've decided to take it upon myself and tell poor little Roxie's life with that disorder XD.
Roxas gave himself a mental shake as he looked around. He just knew it was going to happen, but he had been working so hard not to let it. Only the year before he had been diagnosed with Frotteurism. More then once he had acted on sexual urges and attacked some poor unsuspecting person. His parents had been worried and brought him to get mentally diagnosed. After a few tests and numerous question, they all knew the reason for his recurrent sexual urges.
His heart was beating a mile a minute as he stood waiting for the train. He was on his way to go visit his cousin Sora over in Traverse Town. His twin had offered to come up, having been informed of Roxas's 'mental status'. But Roxas had refused, if he didn't learn to control it now, then it would only get worse.
People brushed against and jostled him as he stood there. His luggage clutched painfully in his hand as he looked around at the people. So many potential targets, where he could get some kind of-
No, he couldn't think that way. Roxas swallowed hard, eyes casting down to the cement below his feet. He could feel it fluttering through his chest, that fantasy about rubbing himself against someone-
Roxas fisted a hand in his hair, shaking is head he counted to eight. Breathing deeply and slowly, focusing his mind on something else. Like what homework he had to do, sea salt ice cream, the struggle tournament. Closing his eyes he pushed all frottage arousing ideas to the recesses of his mind. He continued to count to eight over and over again. Why eight? He wasn't sure, he liked the number. It was a good round number, an even number, the sign for eternity.
"The 5:45 train to Traverse Town will be arriving in five minutes" a woman announced over the intercom.
The short blonde opened his eyes, having calmed himself down he took hold of his carry on bag and adjusted his back pack. Running a hand through his hair and stuck a hand into his jacket pocket. Fingering his ticket he let a smile grace his lips. This was easy, he just had to find a seat by himself and he'd be fine. The train whistled into the station and he pulled his ticket out. Yeah, everything would be fine.
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This was going to be hard.
Traveling through the tight corridors of the train meant having to go around people, which meant having to be in close contact with them. Roxas's heart was on over drive, how badly he just wanted to give into his urges. To rub against some random victims thigh or butt. But sanctuary seemed to call his name near the back of the train when he spotted a small room empty. Eagerly yanking the sliding door open he dashed in and closed it behind him. He heaved his luggage to a top shelf and collapsed into the long, plushy, bench like seat. Maybe now he could relax.
He scooted over to the window and looked out. He continued to see people walking around, standing, sitting on benches. People talking on their cell phones and texting. One word popped into his head, temptation. Grimacing he turned away and leaned against it. The glass felt cool even through his fluffy blonde hair.
Sometimes he wondered if god had a sick sense of humor. Giving a hormonal 16 year old a disorder where he liked to rub himself against unsuspecting people just to get off at it. He scowled and silently flipped the almighty god off. He hated it, there really wasn't any kind of specific 'treatment'. Just to basically stop doing it! Sure, easier said then done in Roxas's mind. When everyone and everything looks like a potential victim.
Bringing his knees up he banged his head several times against the glass and groaned loudly. Why did Sora have to live so far away!? Dragging a hand through his hair he huffed and once more flipped the oh so might god off again. Then once more for the disorder itself. He watched people passing by, some giving glances but they were quickly chased off by Roxas giving them an evil glare. Maybe a sneer even, he may have even scared a small child but he wasn't sure.
Closing his eyes he buried his head into his knees and sighed. Letting his mind rest he pushed himself down to lay out on the bench. He breathed evenly, sleep sounded much better then watching people, walking targets if you must, tease him. Sweet sleep tugged at his mind and he let it take him.
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Roxas woke suddenly to the sound of the door to his compartment slamming shut. He groaned and cringed, sunlight was both warming and hitting his face. Rubbing his eyes he cracked them open and froze. Turned toward him was a rather nice looking ass, but it was attached to someone who was putting their luggage up on the shelf on the other side of the compartment. Oh crap.
The invader turned around and sat down. And boy was this guy handsome. Sharp features and thin frame, with long legs and arms. The man wiped his hands off on his pants, he was wearing tight dark blue jeans and a fitted black t-shirt with silver skulls on the shoulder and cascading down. He had beautiful, flaming hair that fell down around his shoulders. With dazzling emerald eyes and two black upside down tear drops under them. The blonde swallowed hard and sat up gaining the mans attention. Their eyes locked and that word popped into his head again, temptation.
"Hey" the red head had a husky, silky smooth voice that sent chills down Roxas's spine.
"H-Hi" he brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around them. He could feel an urge coming on.
"Sorry to barge in, my friend was being an asshole and I got kicked out, I hope you don't mind" he confessed running a hand through his hair.
"It's a-alright" Roxas whispered and looked away. The man was gorgeous, slender and right there, waiting for him to suddenly-
Roxas mentally slapped himself, trying to rip his eyes away from the man.
"The name's Axel, got it memorized?" he held his hand out to the boy. Roxas hesitated, his groin stirred at the thought of touching the man. Reaching out with a hand he grasped it.
"I'm Roxas" he managed but as they shook hands firmly he wanted nothing more then to just fling himself at the man release some of the pent up urges he had been keeping inside.
He took his hand back and looked away, his breathing got a little quicker, he couldn't stop it now as he brought his knees closer to his chest. Those naughty fantasys were flooding his mind. His pants felt too tight, the room was too small. The sex god before him was too tempting, too sexy, too beautiful.
"Where you headed?" Axel asked, his attempt at light conversation.
"T-Traverse Town" Roxas whispered glancing over at the man. The scenery outside was rushing past but the scene in the compartment was painfully slow.
"Cool, relatives or something?" Axel leaned back, stretching his long legs out.
"Cousin" the blonde whispered, he shifted, wrong thing to do. He bit back a groan as his arousal was painfully moved inside his pants, he couldn't believe it. He had tried so hard to deny it.
"Are you okay? You look pale" the red head leaned forward.
Roxas opened his mouth to say something, his eyes fell to the mans thin, neutral colored lips. He could smell something along the lines of Axe or Tag around the man.
"I-I-" he stuttered, heart pounding.
Axel raised an eyebrow, the tip of his pink, glistening tongue coming out to wet his lips before he spoke again. He snapped. Roxas shot up, the man flinching away, his back pressed into the wall of the compartment. Roxas's eyes took a moment to sweep over that enticing body.
"I'm sorry!" he pleaded.
"For wha-Whoa Ho!" Axel made a noise of surprise when the boy pounced on him. The blonde straddling his thigh, something hard pushed into his leg. A moan escaped the boys lips as his hips rolled blatantly against the man thigh.
Axel wasn't really sure what to do. He stared in disbelief, what the fuck!?
"What're you doing!?" he yelled grabbing the boys shoulders but the boy only rocked into him again. A flush on the pale cheeks, eyes glazed in his fit of pleasure.
"I-I'm sorry" he half apologized, half moaned, his hands coming up to grip the ones around his shoulder as leverage. He flushed in embarrassment, head mere inches away from the man's ear as he moaned. "I-I- can't stop" he whimpered on a long downward stroke.
The red head squirmed underneath him. "What do you mean you can't!?" he asked loudly trying to push the boy off. But Roxas just held tighter, his thrusts and rolls, short and precise. He was being randomly sexually assaulted! Not that it wasn't hot, the kid was cute. But seriously!
Roxas let a moan fall from his lips, body shuddering in pleasure "I-I have Frotteurism" he whined, breathing heavily as his hips bucked.
"What!? What the fuck is that!? Get off!" Axel tried to shove the blonde away but Roxas's legs tightened around his thigh, hands tightening around his own and the boy's breathing came quicker.
The blonde could feel it coming, hips rocking wildly, that long awaited, dreamed of release to his urges. That pooling heat in his lower abdomen and with a particularly harsh thrust he let a loud moan rip from his throat. Coming hard into his pants, Axel's breath hitched. The kid had just gotten off on top of his thigh!? The blonde shuddered shaking his head.
"I-I'm sorry" he took the moment to rip away from the mans grip. "I h-have this disorder w-where-" he blushed furiously at how to explain it without pissing the guy off. "I-I get off to doing that to a total stranger" to put it bluntly. Tears burned at his eyes "I-I'm so sorry"
Axel sat stiffly, that kind of thing actually existed!? The blonde wiped at his eyes, shoulders shaking as he sniffled loudly. A small smile edged at his lips. It was kind of hot if he thought about it.
"What-" he started and the boy looked up at him with glassy blue eyes. "No romantic dinner and a movie?" he asked with a chuckle.
Roxas hiccupped, his brain taking a moment to process that the man, was actually laughing, not mad. Not screaming and telling him he was fucked up in the head. Roxas felt laughter bubble up in his chest and he giggled slightly. Wiping tears away he hiccupped "I'm sorry"
Axel laughed and shook his head "'S alright"
The blonde sniffled "I-I... I'm guna go change" he muttered grabbing his backpack from the shelf above. He was just about to leave when he heard Axel say something.
"Don't let anyone bump into you blondie" and with a laugh Roxas left the compartment. Maybe there were people out in the world that didn't think he was a total mental patient.