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The blonde boy stared at the fire emitting from the lighter. He had been sitting at the top of the lock tower for a couple of hours now. It was summer and he and his friends Hayner, Pence, and Olette had been hanging out in the "usual spot." He had spotted the lighter on the floor, and once spotting it, claimed it as his own. He lit it once and then told everyone he'd see them later.
Where had he gone? Why, he had gone to the clock tower of course!
He lit the lighter again, this time not blowing it out. He stared at the dancing flames. He remembered someone that liked fire, that loved fire. The name and the memories of that person were on the tip of his tongue. Who was it?
As he mused on that, he brought the flame to skim the palm of his hand. The fire tickled his skin, causing a rare smile to grace his lips.
"Who are you?" He whispered to the flame. He knew it would not tell him, but maybe… No. Roxas sighed and let the flame go out. Who had it been? Why didn't he remember them? The smile was gone, a frown taking its place. "Why can't I remember?" He asked the lighter. He sighed and slipped the black lighter into his pocket. He got up then and left, intending to go home and sleep.
"Please… don't stop," he begged as he arched his back. His blue eyes were open as he begged the redhead. He moaned loudly as the head moved in between his legs. His hands were tangled in the fire of hair, his legs thrown over those shapely shoulders. That devil mouth brought him closer and closer to the edge but never tipped him over. "A-Ah!"
Those long fingers were on his back, making trails of fire in their path. One hand held his bucking hips as the red haired man brought his head up. His sensual lips were pulled into a smirk, his emerald eyes glittering with lust.
"Do you want me to finish Roxas?" He purred.
Shivered ran down Roxas' spine in delight. "Gods yes." His voice was breathy with need.
"Say my name." The head dipped and a tongue was dragged over a sensitive area.
"A- Axel!"
His eyes opened and his breath in pants. He tried to grasp the name on his lips, but to no avail, it slipped away. Unwanted tears sprang to his eyes, but didn't fall.
"Damnit," he whispered. "Why can't I remember your name?"
The lighter was clutched in his grasp. He had fallen asleep holding it.