Author's Note: So this is a sequel to Quite Different, Quite Nice, commissioned by the lovely Crashley! She wanted to see where Axel and Roxas' relationship would go from there (because of course it's gonna, these two will never be stopped by a little problem like both of them being bottoms!) so here you have a two-parter that picks up where QDQN left off.

Hope you guys like! :D

For a few weeks after the beginning of their "arrangement," Roxas usually met Axel at the club. They'd hang out, drink, chat, laugh, and cruise for men together. Sometimes Axel got one; sometimes Roxas did. And sometimes neither of them had any luck, so they'd go get a room together and "console" each other with a few of the toys Roxas kept handy.

At first, when Axel left with a man's arm wrapped around him, groping his ass, Roxas would get a little jealous that Axel was getting laid, while Roxas hadn't found a good partner yet. After a while, that…changed.

Of course, Roxas preferred a real cock over a dildo any day. But eventually, he started to feel like the guys he slept with just weren't as much fun as Axel. They didn't kiss like Axel did, they didn't moan like Axel did, and they weren't as funny and cute and sexy and easy to be around as Axel was. They were good-looking enough, and they were willing to fuck him, so there was that. But as much as Roxas liked that, he was starting to dislike having other people interrupt his time with Axel.

Roxas had an idea, once, and decided to try something. He grinned at Axel, leaning against his warm body and speaking into his ear, "See those two guys over there?"

Axel glanced. "The ones watching us?"

Roxas ran his hand up Axel's thigh, glancing to the side. "Uh huh," he breathed, inching closer.

"They're kinda hot…what about them?"

"Bet you they'll come over here if we start making out."

Axel grinned. "You're on." Then he stuck his tongue in Roxas' mouth.

Smoothly and easily, they moved into each other, hands touching, caressing, knowing just where to go. Axel's kiss was hot and slow – tantalizing. Roxas watched his face as they made out, and he watched Axel slide his gaze over to the two men. With a chuckle, Axel purred into his mouth, "Aww, damn. You win." He didn't sound even a little disappointed.

The men liked what they saw – even more when they found out Roxas and Axel were both bottoms. That was kinky and hot, as Roxas had suspected it would be.

He got to leave with Axel that night, and get laid.

They played on the kink the two men shared and made out some more once they got to a hotel room. Then they stripped each other, groping and fondling and grinding and tempting the two tops with hot, lustful glances and wanting moans. They did such a good job, their tops both volunteered to rim them, and Roxas enjoyed being able to keep kissing Axel while his hole was probed with a hot, wet tongue. He also liked watching Axel's reactions as the other man stretched him.

The best part of the night, however, had to be when they were on their knees on the bed, chests pressed together, kissing sloppily and both getting fucked. Roxas' man had a thick cock, and the stretch as he pounded into Roxas was blissful. From the hot groans Axel made as he writhed on his man's dick, it looked like he was having a good time too. When they came, they shot their orgasms all over each other, frotting slowly in the sticky mess as the tops climaxed one after the other. Roxas wasn't paying that much attention anymore though – not like he could feel his man cum inside a condom anyway. He was slowly sinking into a soft kiss, Axel's hands rubbing his hips and stomach while Roxas caressed his shoulders and chest, and when their eyes met, glowing with satisfaction, it was almost like he could pretend it had been Axel inside him the whole time.

Axel would have been much bigger, though…

Well, nothing was perfect.

It wasn't long after that that they sort of started skipping the club. Roxas found that if he went out with Axel, he wasn't in the mood to hook up with a stranger as much anymore. So he started going out with friends again, or by himself, in an effort to get laid on a Friday night. The first night he did that and still didn't have sex, he was so horny by Sunday afternoon that he called Axel and invited him over. Axel was thrilled, and they played with Roxas' toys until late evening. They used dildos, his vibrator, lots of lube, and almost all of the tingly lube – and Axel ordered pizza as a thank you, and an apology because now Roxas had to buy more lube.

It was the most fun he'd probably ever had.

A new pattern formed for a while, and that pattern involved a lot of Sunday afternoons in Roxas' bedroom. When Axel had a big enough toy in him, he sucked cock like he was starving for it. All Roxas needed to do was finger himself a little, and he'd ejaculate into Axel's greedy mouth over and over. At times like that, he felt something totally new – swept away, like he was outside himself. Out of control, wild with lust, trusting in Axel to give him what he craved. Almost…surrendered. To lust, pleasure…Axel. It was incredible.

He also learned that he liked – no, loved – being the one to put toys into Axel. As he watched Axel's loosened and lubricated hole stretch to take in the thick plastic toy, his mouth would water and his cock drool precum. When they toy bottomed out, Axel's cock would twitch a little, and Roxas had never in his life thought that he would enjoy doing something like that as much as he did.

When they both had something thick inside them – preferably vibrating with a low hum – they'd suck each other's cocks hungrily. Or they'd frot, rubbing together in a mess of slippery lube and sticky fluids, hard, peaked nipples catching against each other now and then. Sometimes Roxas would take advantage of being shorter and start sucking and nibbling Axel's nipples – and when he did that, often Axel would make a strangled sound like a choked-off sob and two huge hands would grab fistfuls of Roxas' ass and squeeze. Squeeze and rub so that the plug inside him shifted, and Roxas would throw his head back, gasping…and cumming…and shooting creamy white over sweaty skin, cumming, cumming, biting Axel's nipples and feeling the warm splash of his cum as he moaned in that sexy deep voice and everything went tight and hot and tingly…

Until they collapsed, spent – another "lazy" Sunday afternoon of masturbating with toys. Another encounter more intense than the last good, hard fuck Roxas had had with someone else.

He tried and tried, but he couldn't find anyone like Axel. Eventually, he wasn't trying that hard anymore. He wasn't going out that much anymore, and when he did go out, he only hooked up if someone really hot came on really strong, in all the right ways…and he was drunk.

That happened maybe once.

Friday night, Saturday night, clubs – most of it fell by the wayside. Within a couple months, it was all about Sunday afternoon…and then Saturdays too. It all started innocently enough.

"You should get your nipples pierced," Roxas had said, rubbing one of them with the tingly lube.

Axel giggled and arched into the touch. "What? No way. It would hurt."

"Mmm, for a bit, yeah…" Roxas pinched lightly and watched Axel's cock thicken. "But they're so sensitive…it would be fun to play with the barbells once they healed." He smirked at Axel, who was looking thoughtful. "I hear it enhances the sensation…"

"Hmmmm…" Axel gave him a doubtful look. "Really? You think?"

"Do it," Roxas purred, moving to lick the other pink nub. "Get them pierced."

"Okay, if you say so." Just like that, Axel gave in. "But you have to come with me," he added in a rush. "For moral support and stuff. And you should get a piercing too."

"I'll think about it," Roxas grinned. "Wanna go on Saturday? My friend went to a place he says is really good, but I don't think they're open on Sunday."

So they went out together, and Roxas got a little green jewel in his navel, and Axel got barbells in his nipples and whimpered about it endlessly afterward. But then they grabbed some food – Roxas paid, as a reward – and then they went back to Roxas' place, and Axel got the vibrator treatment and a hot blow job, also as a reward. He didn't stay over, but he was back the next day, and after that they started hanging out a lot more on Saturdays, and sometimes Sundays started with going shopping or getting lunch or a movie before moving back to Roxas' bed and toys and sweat and mind-blowing orgasms.

He'd started trying out condoms when he was soloing it. Roxas had used them, of course, and often, but he'd rarely actually had one on his dick. They were bloody uncomfortable, he decided after the first try. Putting on was okay, but taking off – especially taking off after an orgasm – was icky. He briefly sent a mental thanks to the men he'd slept with for cleaning up their condoms nicely.

But then again…there was something to be said for not having stains to clean off his comforter. It was nice not to have to grab for some tissues when he was about to cum. Masturbating lasted longer – if he wasn't using the prostate massager, of course. And after a while, Roxas found that condoms didn't feel so odd anymore.

And he hadn't let Axel put toys in himself in a month. When he slid them in that sexy ass, Roxas would feel around a little, grazing Axel's prostate, just because he could, because he knew where it was.

Because he liked the way Axel gasped, green eyes begging.

Axel had recently started fingering him sometimes. Only after a drink or two, and with a condom on his fingers, but it was something. And that something was worse than nothing, because it wasn't enough. It was smaller than a toy but somehow better, and he wanted more. He wanted to be…connected. They'd done everything together, they knew each other so well. But there was something beginning inside Roxas that needed to be expressed, and he didn't know how.

It was a Saturday, and he hadn't slept with another man in a good six weeks. Over lunch, Axel had complained of a similar dry spell, and they'd had a few beers to feel better about it, knowing that they would feel just fine about it anyway, once they got back to Roxas' place.

Axel was getting handsy before they even got there, and Roxas wasn't inclined to push him off at all. They were kissing before he'd even closed his front door, but it wasn't as fast and impatient as he'd thought it would be. That something inside Roxas was trying to find a voice, and although they were both swelling with arousal, hands all over each other, the kisses they shared on the way to the bedroom were…soft. Deep and seductive, but also slow and sweet. It wasn't the usual I'm hot for you kiss. It was more like, I think you're wonderful.

Just drunk enough to lose the inhibitions, Axel went down on Roxas before they were even naked. He sucked at the bulge in Roxas' underwear, humming around his erection as Roxas reached down to lazily fiddle with a barbell-studded nipple. Moaning, Axel started stroking himself in his underwear, arching into the touch and moving up a little to lick at the jewel sparkling in Roxas' navel. Then they were peeling each other out of the rest of their clothing.

When had they started moving together like this, so perfectly in sync?

Naked, kissing, slow-frotting…sweating, touching, humming and murmuring and moaning. Roxas had no idea how long they did that, but eventually he realized that they'd forgotten to get the toys and things. He was a little shocked at himself – they always got those first. Either he did, or Axel would grab them if Roxas was busy. He knew where they were. They'd just been…too busy with each other, this time.

He covered the slip with a breathy growl in Axel's ear, "You're getting the plug today, mister." He pulled away with a sexy arch, showing off his glistening, nude body. Axel moaned.

"Tingly lube?" Green eyes all hopeful. Roxas rolled his, grinning.

"Fine."

Axel grinned back, and whispered, "Yay." He watched Roxas from where he was sprawled on the bed. Roxas got the condoms, the favorite tingly lube, and the plug from the closet. Axel was slowly stroking himself when he returned.

"Now now," he chided, kneeling between Axel's legs and pushing his hand aside. "Hands off or else."

Axel purred, obeying the bossy tone. Roxas rewarded him with his mouth, and Axel's cock twitched eagerly as he sucked it down. He went hands-free and bobbed his head slowly a few times as he applied a condom to the plug – made cleanup easier – and lube on top of that.

Then he was prodding the tip of the toy against a yielding hole – a pretty, pretty hole – and Axel was rocking his hips up to meet him, and Roxas was watching, again. Lately, he was always watching that rim stretch, opening, accepting. Lately, he was always wondering just how warm Axel was inside.

In a surreal kind of haze, he watched himself do what he'd always done – push the toy in, move it around, stretch Axel and tease his pleasure spots. Slowly, Roxas started to realize that his heart was racing, his mouth was watering, and his cock was streaming clear fluid, so hard it hurt. But he was a bottom! He didn't…

Oh, fuck it.

He didn't want to argue with himself right now, that's what.

Slowly, slowly, he pulled the toy free, twisting it and rubbing. Axel didn't want to let it go, so he distracted him with his mouth again, sucking that thick, gloriously hard cock that he still longed to have inside him someday. And maybe someday he would, but it wasn't the most important thing right now. He was ripping into a new condom, rolling it onto his erection, and covering it with fresh lube. Then, with one hand, he reached back and eased the toy into his own ass, working it around until it was all the way in. When he felt the toy rest in place, stretching him just a little and rubbing against his prostate, he sucked his way off Axel's cock and climbed forward, over his body.

Licking each nipple, he played with the barbells as he got into position. His slick, gloved cockhead pressed against Axel's hungry hole. Axel was squirming – the lube was probably tingling inside him so badly that he would be getting desperate by now. His moans confirmed the suspicion – "Oh yes, please, put it back in me, hurry…"

But, as Roxas' cock pressed more firmly against the little opening, Axel frowned and looked up. Through a haze of lust, he seemed to register the position. Green eyes went wide with shock as Roxas looked up and whispered, "That's me."

Axel swallowed hard. "Oh, baby, please don't be teasing," he gasped.

For his answer, Roxas touched their mouths together, tongues meeting briefly…and then he gradually began to push.

His cock slipped in with almost no resistance. Axel was so relaxed, so open to him, willing – eager. Muscled arms wound around Roxas, pulling him closer. Legs closed behind his ass and pulled him in deep. In no time, Roxas sank fully into the warm, tight grasp of Axel's body.

Every inch of Axel's body was trembling, so close Roxas could feel it like it was within him. A shaking hand moved to rest against his face, bringing his eyes to green. Axel was breathing so hard he could barely speak, but he managed to choke out, "Are you…okay?"

Roxas couldn't quite answer, couldn't quite move. He licked his lips and nodded.

Axel nodded too. "Does it…feel good?" It almost sounded like pleading.

Through gritted teeth, Roxas managed, "I don't…know." Gingerly, he pulled his hips back a little, then pushed in. Eyes shut, he tried it again, concentrating. "…Maybe," he grunted.

"If it doesn't feel good for you, I don't want…"

"Yes, you do." Roxas opened his eyes and swallowed. "You want it as much as I do."

Axel bit his lip, staring at him. "Yes I do. I want it. Oh God I want this, you feel so good I can't…nnnnnghhmmm wow." His hand pushed into Roxas' hair, tightening a little. "But seriously. Not if you hate it." He bit his lip again, looking highly reluctant to say – "If you aren't happy…I'm not happy. So pull out."

"I didn't say that." He rocked his hips again, testing the tightness, the resistance. Everything felt awkward. Thrusting felt awkward. The position felt awkward. But it wasn't bad awkward. The plug in his ass touched some nice places whenever he moved. And Axel's heat was seeping into him…and a thought came to Roxas, out of nowhere – I'm inside him.

It was scary, and huge, and good. It answered the craving, it spoke for that part of himself that had no voice.

"I don't…wanna pull out," he mumbled, half to himself. Pressing a kiss to the center of Axel's chest, he added in a tone of surprise and wonder, "I wanna fuck you."

"Oh my God, baby, fuck me!" Axel arched into him, shuddering like he was on the brink of orgasm.

Suddenly, his heart was racing. Axel was delirious with want, moaning and begging, and Roxas gasped out a half-laugh as he pulled back and thrust, because – I want to fuck him. I want to give him what he wants. The revelation was cathartic. He thrust and thrust, and probably didn't do well – it wasn't smooth, it wasn't controlled, it wasn't picking and choosing the best times to hit the best spots. It was just raw and wild rutting, and Roxas watched Axel's face with wide eyes, riding the elation like a drug, like he was high, high on Axel, inside Axel, fucking Axel, thrust-thrust-thrust into Axel. Fast and rough and wanton, pounding him with sexual abandon he'd never felt with anyone else. Surrendered to it all, like Axel was, and they were together.

"Please…oh God…oh please-fuck-please Roxas!" Axel's voice cracked – Are those tears? – and his blunt nails dug into the nape of Roxas' neck and his back and Axel's cum hit the underside of Roxas' chin before shooting all over both their chests and stomachs.

Blindsided, Roxas came hard. All that thrusting had driven the plug against his prostate so much it was a wonder he had lasted this long. His orgasm tore him apart. He was shaking, whispering Axel's name over and over with ecstatic urgency, coming inside him, and the whole world was Axel, red hair and sweat and big hands and eyes that adored him.

He collapsed onto Axel, weak and boneless, lungs heaving for air. Topping, apparently, could be pretty exhausting. But Axel's big hands were running through his hair, soothing, and when Roxas managed to pick his head up and meet Axel gaze, he felt like a god come to earth, because no one had ever so completely worshiped him before.

"I can't believe you did that for me, baby," Axel sighed, eyes still a little watery. "You didn't have to at all."

"I wanted to," Roxas murmured against Axel's firm, sweaty chest. He felt so very…dazed. He was still inside Axel, softening but staying connected, and he didn't want to move. He had to, of course, but it was difficult. His whole body felt like lead.

He slipped free and leaned back to take the plug out, then gingerly sat on the edge of the bed to remove and dispose of the condom. Grabbing some tissues, Roxas was wiping himself off and about to help Axel do the same when he felt heat against his back and arms winding around him. Axel nibbled at his neck, hugging him from behind, and his voice carried a grin. "Does this mean you'll be my top, now?"

Roxas snorted, rolling his eyes but grinning tiredly. "Axel, I had to put a plug in my ass to even cum. I think I'm still pretty much a bottom."

The hands and arms shifted as Axel sat up a bit more, and Roxas knew he was frowning in concern without even looking. "I told you, if you didn't like it…"

"I know. I didn't say that. I did cum, after all." Roxas pointed at the tied-off condom in the trash. "See?"

"Hmm." Axel shifted as Roxas moved to lie back down. He followed, scooting close and pressing his front to Roxas' side. "So…I don't get it. You're still a bottom, you liked it, but in a just-this-once way?"

"Eh." Roxas winced. "I guess…no? I mean, I could see myself doing it again. It's not what I want most," he trailed a finger along Axel's flaccid shaft with a sly smirk, "but it was good. With you. I can't imagine doing it with anyone else, but…" he smiled at Axel, "…you're special."

And that was what he said, because he didn't know of a better way to say it. Because Axel was special, but at the same time, none of the traditional labels that meant "special" seemed right. Something about Axel called for roses and firelight, but Roxas didn't want to whip those things out to proclaim his undying lust for his Best Sex Friend. And what else could he say? They had an open relationship, and that was already a lot for two bottoms.

"Well," Axel smirked, "I am pretty special." He preened a little, stretching his sexy naked body, but then he kissed Roxas, and something about that said You are special instead.

Maybe I'll just…not tell him about the other guys.

Or the lack of them, actually, but Roxas was busy kissing.

~o~