Rating: T/PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Axel/Roxas
Warnings: Slash. And if you've never seen a Peter Pan movie, then where have you been?
Notes: I place all blame on redwing55. This is completely and one-hundred percent her fault, though I can't blame her in the least for the original story. Also, I don't own Kingdom Hearts, nor do I own that monster of a franchise known as Peter Pan. If I did, I'd be rich and living it up in Aruba.
Roxas was the forever-boy, the child that never grew up; he'd always been like that, and he'd always be like that, in his overgrown storybook island that was his and his alone
Roxas was the forever-boy, the child that never grew up; he'd always been like that, and he'd always be like that, in his overgrown storybook island that was his and his alone. At first they all lived happily together, the Lost Boys, Tinker Bell, him, and all the other island inhabitants. Then Hook came, with his mane of crimson hair and arrogant sneers, and to Roxas it had been like there would be no end to his pranks and faux-battles. Hook had been tolerant of the boy, up until he'd stolen his treasure, had to chase the damned sprite half across the island, and wound up getting his hand bitten off by the crocodile. Afterwards, he'd become nearly Romanic in his quest to destroy Roxas, only to find it backfire on him time and time again.
After their last encounter on the ship, Roxas, for once, thought over their simple-yet-complex relationship, and the new game he'd been introduced to. What a strange game it was! It had been wet and fierce and overwhelming at first, but there had been something deeply pleasurable about it, as well; like the more he had, the more he'd want it. He ran his thumb over his lips time and again, wondering that the slightly buzzy feeling was still there, along with Hook's taste. It was something strangely alluring, spicy and fiery and passionate, angry yet satisfied, with another taste that was distinctly the other man's.
Roxas brooded for the next couple of days, making the clouds roil in the heavens above and the boys shrink away in fear of their leader, but he took no notice of them. Tink was upset, presumably about the game, though he couldn't see why. It was just a game! Thankfully, the thought didn't stay long in her tiny golden head, and now she just worried and fretted over him, trying to get his mind off it's current track. Finally, at the end of the week (or so he was told) come to the conclusion that while he didn't know whether or not he liked the new game, Hook and he would be playing it a lot more often from now on.