theboyslost is rewriting the hellish game 358/2 Days sans the hellspawn; i.e., a look at what the game could have been like if the scenario writers hadn't chosen to create 'Xion'.

All you need to know is, he is writing a chapter for each of the 358 days, and I have decided to write a pwp for each day he writes.

I'm not sure if they will connect or not; it's just me having fun. Shameless, shameless fun. Judge me if you will, but the verdict isn't gonna stop me C;

Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from any of these characters or the works they originally appear in.

These pwp may contain: slash, het, femmeslash, dubcon, noncon, fluff, random kinks I feel like indulging, people having sex with a 16 year old (Roxas, though he's not underage in my country, kiddos :/), smut, ooc, spoilers for all games and news that are currently accessible, and really terrible writing and contrived situations.

DAY 001

– THE OTHER OTHER BIRTH BY SLEEP –

Roxas' hand dropped back to his thigh, ice cream dangling precariously between his forefinger and thumb.

"Jeez! You gotta hold it properly," Axel grumbled, grabbing the kid's hand before he dropped the thing over the edge of the clocktower and curling his fingers tighter around it. Roxas' blank stare moved slowly to the ice cream, then up Axel's arm, to his face.

Axel shivered involuntarily. There was something weird about the way the kid stared, like he was trying to focus but it was all a little too much to handle.

Couldn't really blame the kid; Axel knew he was smoking hot and everything.

"Come on, Roxas. You did it before, yeah? Man. Maybe it's too much of an ask, getting you to learn walking and eating in one day," Axel said, slightly irritated. "Just bring it up to your mouth. We're not going until you finish it."

But, the kid just stared at him. Axel lifted Roxas' hand, bringing the ice cream to his closed mouth. "Come on, like this—"

And then the little blond looked at him with those unfocussed eyes and opened that wet mouth sort of expectantly and Axel felt his whole body flush. Shit.

T-that wasn't hot at all, this was a new kid, Axel didn't know anything about him. In fact all he did know was that he looked more like a baby angel than something begging to be stuffed with cock. Fuck fuck fuck.

He blew a shuddering breath, and gently rubbed the blue ice against the kid's bottom lip, willing the lax fingers under his to just hold on properly and take the damn thing.

No such luck. His lips came down around the tip of the ice cream, and Axel found himself in the terrifyingly awkward position of feeding him.

Well, frozen there hanging onto the icy treat while the kid sucked tentatively at it, at least. He could feel the stick between his fingers jolt ever so slightly as the Roxas's tongue explored the foreign object in his mouth, and every millimetre that slipped past the tight wet lips made heat coil tighter and tighter in Axel's belly.

Why couldn't he look away?

Fuck.

He drew it back a little, to see if it would make the kid grab at it himself. Roxas instinctively leaned towards the ice cream again, blue stained tongue peeking out to curl around it, before Axel snapped like a string of blue saliva.

Nerves on fire, he pushed the ice cream back into Roxas' mouth, a little roughly—the boy's eyelids fluttering in surprise, hands clenching into little fists where they rested on his knees—and then again more slowly, in experimental awe.

Roxas sucked at the ice as Axel thrust it in and out once more. It was a little too wide for the kid's small mouth, and it stretched his lips a little, mouth becoming obscenely wet with syrupy saliva and melted cream.

In and out as the ice cream began to break apart, a chunk sliding down his chin and splattering down his white jacket, landing with a soft 'plish' on his wrist.

Axel bit back a groan, and tried to ignore the unthinkable building urge to palm himself as he watched the kid finish the ice cream, chasing every last drop with his inquisitive tongue. It's just a fucking ice cream. This is just a fucking recruit. I'm just making him finish it.

Blue spots stained the white front of Roxas' weird birth-day suit thing, but Axel knew that they wouldn't be needed for much longer anyway. That little jacket wasn't going to be much protection against the darkness.

He wiped the kid's face with the hand that wasn't already streaked with sugary juice, realised what he was doing, and told himself to get a fucking grip. It was the ice cream that did this to him, he decided. Nobodies react on memories, and so many of his were tied to this peculiar treat.

A lifetime ago, he and Isa had pressed sticky blue mouths together under the eternal dawn sky of Radiant Garden, and if this was as close as he could get to tasting that happiness again, he'd eat ice cream every day.