The people have spoken! And they want MORE! Here's Axel and Roxas!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS.
"Roxas, what are you doing?"
"Just trust me. Now, you see that dirty-looking Mexican on the corner of that street over there selling sea-salt ice cream? It's really good; I'm going to go get some for us, just slip out of that, and I'll take care of the rest."
The two men gazed out the window, looking at the bustling life below them. From Roxas' house, they could see Twilight Town in all its glory - the buildings gleamed like gold, and one could hear the chirps of small birds on the roof. The smaller of the two, Roxas, had invited his friend Axel to see the sights, and, after a long day, managed to convince Axel to play a little game with him. Axel, though a little nervous, boldly accepted, and, at Roxas' demand, had unzipped his robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. Roxas looked at the fiery-haired man with a look of delight in his eyes. Licking his lips a little, Roxas whispered in his partner's ear. "Wait for me here, I'll be back in a bit."
The blonde opened the window, slung his legs over the windowsill, and slipped out, landing on a nearby awning. Leaping to the ground, he approached the little man on the corner. Wearing a scarlet cap and shirt to match, the man leaned against his cart, staring at the sky. Upon seeing Roxas approach, he wiped some lint off his blue suspenders and nodded. Roxas couldn't help noticing the man's enormous moustache. Giving a small smile, the boy pointed at the cart. "Hola, Pedro. Two sea-salt ice creams."
"My name isn't Pedro, maledetta stronzo. And I'm-a Italiano."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Usually this dirty Mexican guy named Pedro sells the ice cream here, and he looks an awful lot like you. Well, Mr. Situation, how much?"
The Italian glared at Roxas, clearly incensed by the boy's decision to liken the Italian people to an absolute disgrace to humankind. Picking a nearby blade of grass and chewing on it, the vendor opened his palm and smirked. "Okay, Mr. Honda - I'd-a never guessed you to be-a giapponese - fifty Munny."
Money changed hands, and Roxas turned to his domicile, waving at the disgruntled Italian. "¡Adios!"
Taking his materials upstairs, Roxas ran up to his room. He discovered Axel lying naked on the bed, examining his nails and occasionally looking out the window. Upon seeing Roxas, he smiled. "Took you long enough. Now, what did you want to play again?"
Roxas knew that this was the big moment. He and Axel had spent so much time together that he knew that, if any moment, now was the time. Turning his back to Axel, the blonde kicked off his shoes and removed his clothing piece by piece. In the middle of the process, Axel spoke. "Turn around." Upon seeing Roxas's chiseled body and sizeable bulge protruding from his tight blue shorts, he smiled. "Very nice. Continue."
When the boy allowed his final article to fall to the floor, he gestured at Axel to stand up. Then, bending himself over the bed, he looked at the man standing above him. "Here. Take one of the bars of ice cream and give it to me. I'm going to put this in my mouth so I don't scream and get unwanted attention."
Upon receiving the ice cream, the boy grinned. "Now the fun begins. Take the other bar and put it in my ass."
Axel stared at his prey, bent over, naked, on the bed. He seemed so soft, so vulnerable. To him, the ice cream reminded him of a gigantic phallus, and when Roxas took the first lick of the delectable sweet, Axel wanted nothing more than to pounce. Slamming the door shut, he grabbed the second bar and forced it into the boy's anus with surprising speed and force. It was enough to catch Roxas by surprise. Only fifteen, he was still tender, and the bar took a little bit of work before it would finally enter. "Acthel!" Roxas yelled, the ice cream held firm between his teeth! "BE CAREFUL!"
The firecrotch relented slightly, and began to gently stimulate Roxas' anus. While Axel's plaything was moaning on the bed, the sweat running down his back was melting the ice cream. It looked delicious - still somewhat solid, the salty-sweet treat began to build up between the boy's buttocks, and the man standing above him wanted a taste. Bending down, he began to lick the melting bar, taking small nibbles. Bits of fecal matter found its way between the Nobody's teeth. It mixed with the milky mixture, and he swallowed with relish. With a hint of annoyance, Roxas took the ice cream out of his mouth. "The one in my mouth is starting to melt. Just a little more..."
With a new wave of passion, Axel ran the ice cream in and out, in and out with the fervor of a madman. Roxas himself began to thrust rhythmically to the movement of the sweet goodness moving in and out of his anus. Erstwhile, he let his own bar drop and began to moan. Finally, the last of the ice cream melted in his anus, and it began to contract. It closed itself around the stick, and Axel was met with some resistance. "Um... hey, Roxy. We have a problem. The stick is kind of... stuck in your ass."
"WHAT!"
"Did I stutter? The. Stick. Is. Stuck! And all that ice cream is melting in your anus."
"Fine, hurry up and pull it out."
The process was arduous. Axel didn't want to just burn away the stick, for fear he would harm the boy, bent over on the bed. Sighing, he placed one hand on Roxas' left buttock and started to pull. The process was quick. Axel pulled out the soggy stick, drawing a miniscule amount of blood. Looking down at Roxas' anus, he saw not only the melting ice cream, but splinters lining the cavity. Bending down, Axel picked away at each splinter, eliciting a yelp from the poor boy. When at last the ordeal was finished, he smiled. "Okay, let me have a taste."
He started to lick Roxas' anus, allowing his tongue to slide into his toy's rectum, tasting the ice cream. It was both salty and sweet, and the sticky stuff found its way into his hair. He stopped, however, when he saw, from the corner of his eye, the Italian vendor, leaning against the door, watching quietly. "Oh, don't-a mind me, messere. I just like-a to watch."