(Axel)
My green eyes scanned the school ground so thoroughly I could be compared to a predator. I'm after my next meal. But that's when I found him.
And he was beautiful.
With his hood over his angelic head coveting my longing eyes from the sight of his golden blond spikes and angelic head; tight skinny jeans clenching his weak and wobbly legs… he looked helpless, but so, so beautiful.
Everything about him was heavenly. I know this is so wrong, but my heart was ripped out by cupid and thrown in his direction. Too bad he missed it.
I dedicated a poem to him… That no one will ever read… I won't let them read… I won't let him read…
"Roxas"
His bright blue eyes
His lovely thighs
His golden blonde hair
The way he breathes air
I can't help but stare
He's all that's there…
There, from my useless heart, a little baby babble over what is the most perfect being to ever exist.
My mouth melts when I see him, my heart flutters away.
He's the only dream I've had since eternity began,
I just don't understand. I could never love this much; though I yearn for his touch,
For his voice to speak my name, for me to do the same.
Oh no, I've gone poet again, just for him.
If he ever loses his home, he can live in my mind, my heart, my very burning soul. I already know I'm headed toward hell, but I want him to drag my hopelessness to heaven with him. Where only angels live, where he is true perfection.
His eyes… they're looking this way, just a stare, I wish it would last forever. I feel myself heat up at his gaze. My legs begin to drag me through the maze; the maze of people that surround him. I grab him by the hand; take him inside the building nearest us. I drag him. His shoes are squeaking against the linoleum floor, I open a new door. My room, sacred place where all that I dream, think, and breath is him. He speaks, but it sounds like sweet little whispers, floating into my ear.
"Axel…" I got what I wish for… my name rolling off of his holy tongue… I have no choice except to reply.
"Roxas…" More like a hiss, a hiss full of need and want and love. But I need to express this; it might drive me to insanity if I hide it.
He looks at me again, a solid gaze, all I feel is amazement. That's when I go in for the kill. He barely knows me, but still… it's a thrill. Just to finally kiss his lips; soft, full, lovely. No other existing words can describe them. He stiffens at this feeling. The feeling of my rough, but sweet kiss invading him.
But soon, he loosens. Relaxing and tenderly kissing back. We pull apart. It's all so rushed a fluid movement, locked in time.
He speaks to me again.
"You drive me crazy, redhead…" I smile, so brightly, he may just feel the same? It was lovely to feel this way.
"Blondie, you make me feel every positive emotion and more that anyone could possibly feel." I whispered to him, sounding more mysterious than I really am. "I've killed time thinking of your heart, soul, and your outer shell that draws me to you. Your eyes, your face, your lips, you hair, your nose, your stomach, your chest, your legs, your everything."
He gasps, in an erotic way. And I can feel his body becoming warmer as I press against him closer, but soon, close won't be enough. I'll need to be in him. But I can't ruin an angel like that, so it will never happen. But he makes me believe that it will happen.
I bite him, in the neck, roughly but lovingly. And he moans; a mouth that makes beautiful noises no matter the occasion. This is him, this is Roxas. This is my secret sin.
I will make him my lover with every thought, with every touch; every caress. He's too beautiful for words and he is there, panting, almost hogging the air. But he isn't selfish, so he'll share.
I bite and lick him again. I unzip that hoodie, tug at that shirt, he nods and pulls away from both garments. While I almost tear my offending clothing to shreds. I can feel our heat combine, feel the environment shrink, pushing against him harder and staying close while kissing him again. Only this time it's our tongues dancing
Our new activity is about to become even deeper.