New story I'd started years ago. I just found it recently and decided to try and continue it. We'll see if it turns out okay I guess xD and it's not based off a role-play like my last few stories. So it'll probably suck xD;;; Reviews are loved, as always!!
"Fear...it's a sign of weakness. What had the world come to, the great Axel...afraid of me?" Said red head was up against a wall, a look of pure terror on his face. Course, it was hard not to be afraid with the blade of a knife against your throat. Malachite eyes widened as the blade pushed into his flesh, drawing blood. "You know I like it when you scream for me." The knife was pulled down his bare chest, leaving a line of red in its wake. Axel bit his lower lip, refusing to let a whimper of pain escape, refusing to give the man that held the knife what he wanted...total submission. "I always get what I want Axel," the man whispered against the red head's neck, rose colored spikes falling in his clear blue eyes. Axel's breath hitched in his throat at the focus of the blade trailed lower.
Axel woke with a start, his bed sheets twisted around him, a cold sweat all over his body. He stopped struggling with the sheets when he realized they weren't arms pinning him to the mattress. He sat up and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, running a hand though his damp red locks. "That happened years ago," he whispered, "Why am I still having dreams about him?"
"Axel?"
He looked up at his closed door. "Yeah?"
"Are you okay? I heard you screaming." The door opened a crack revealing a teenage boy with spiked up dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes staring at him.
"I'm fine Demyx," the red head said smoothing his bed sheets, "I just had a bad dream is all. Go back to sleep."
The door opened more and the blonde stepped into the room, his wide eyes full of concern. "You seem to be having a lot of those lately."
Axel sighed. "I just-"
"Don't worry Axy! I'll protect you!" Demyx said jumping onto the bed.
Axel let out an oof as the blonde landed on him. "Axy? Where'd that name come from?"
Demyx shrugged, hugging the other man tightly. He planted a small kiss on the red head's lips.
"Okay, I love you too," Axel said smiling slightly, "Now go to sleep. Zexion and Lexaeus are coming over tomorrow and I don't want to hear Zexion gripe if we oversleep." Demyx giggled. "You know he will. So, goodnight."
"Axel, if you don't open this fucking door now, I'm going to fucking castrate you! Axel!" an older teen yelled beating on the door of the red head's apartment. The numbers tacked on the wood, 210, bounced up and down on the nail, threatening to fall off. He sighed, tossing his slate colored hair out of his ice blue eyes. "He always does this. I tell him we're going to be here at eleven and he's still in the fucking bed."
"Zexion, calm down," the man standing beside him said. He placed a hand on the shorter man's shoulders, kneading his tense muscles with his thumb. "You're getting yourself worked up for nothing."
Zexion sighed and looked up at him, ice blue eyes meeting dark blue eyes. "I know. He just infuriates me sometimes."
The older man ran a hand through his brick red hair. He smirked slightly and wrapped his arms around Zexion's waist, pulling him close and kissing him gently. "Better?"
Zexion smirked and said sarcastically, "Thanks Lexaeus." He tried to push him away but the taller man's grip couldn't be broken.
"I know you like it." He swooped down, kissing him again. Zexion moaned slightly, wrapping his arms around Lexaeus's neck, standing on tip-toe, kissing back.
"Geez, get a room you two." They broke apart, startled, upon hearing the voice. Demyx was leaning against the door frame, grinning. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his hair was plastered against his head.
"That was uncalled for Demyx," Zexion said glaring at the blonde. "Where's your shirt?"
"Axel's room."
"...I needed that picture in my head."
"You asked. Well, come in. Axel's still asleep so-"
"Big surprise there," Zexion grumbled as he and Lexaeus stepped into the apartment.
Demyx wandered into the small kitchen trying to get his hair to stand up straight. He whined loudly, pulling at his dirty blonde spikes.
"Demyx, it's not going to stay," Zexion said eyeing him. Lexaeus sighed and grabbed the slate haired man's wrist, pulling him down beside him on the couch.
"I don't know where Axel put the hair gloo." The blonde sighed and opened a cupboard, searching for sugar coated cereal.
Lexaeus draped an arm over Zexion who pushed him away, pulling something out of his pocket. "Hey, Demyx."
The blonde stood up, a box of Lucky Charms in his hand. "Yeah?" he asked rubbing his eye and stifling a yawn. Zexion threw a small bottle at Demyx who fumbled to catch it.
He looked at the bottle and grinned. "Thank you thank you thank you!" he squealed practically jumping over the counter and grabbing Zexion in a one-armed hug, kissing his cheek. He ran into the next room screaming, "I have hair gloo!"
Zexion couldn't help letting a laugh slip out of his lips. "I seriously can't believe that kid is eighteen. He doesn't act like it." He looked at Lexaeus whose eyes were narrowed. "Is something wrong?"
"He kissed you."
"On the cheek. He was thanking me for giving him hair gloo."
"I don't want anyone touching my Zexion but me." He pushed the smaller man against the couch, straddling him, and sitting on his hips.
"Lexae-mmmmm!" A pair of warm lips roughly invaded his own. Zexion squirmed under Lexaeus, pushing against the older man's shoulders. Lexaeus's lips trailed down the slate haired man's neck, sucking rather hard on his flesh. "Lexaeus stop," Zexion hissed between the older man's bites, "Not here- I'm still sore from last night!"
"I swear, I just need to put four bottles of that shit in the house," a very grumpy red head said walking into the room. Demyx was behind him, his blonde hair standing up. Axel rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretching. His lime green eyes snapped open all of the way when he saw Lexaeus and Zexion on the couch. "What the fuck?" Axel practically yelled. "Can't you two contain yourselves for five minutes? I just got that couch a week ago!"
Lexaeus glared at him, sitting up, still straddling Zexion's thin hips. "Thank you Axel," the slate haired teen breathed, trying to sit up.
Dark blue eyes narrowed as the older man pushed against his shoulders, keeping the smaller man pinned down. "We could continue this elsewhere," he breathed against his ear.
"Lexaeus, get off me," Zexion hissed pushing against the older man. He growled slightly, climbing off of the slate haired man. Zexion sat up, scowling.
"Hmmm," Axel said putting a hand to his chin sarcastically, "Do I detect some tension in this relationship?"
"Shut up Axel," Lexaeus spat as he sat beside Zexion who moved to the other side of the couch, leaving a good two feet between them.
Axel chuckled, walking into the kitchen. He took the lid off the penguin cookie jar and plunged his hand in, withdrawing a pack of cigarettes. "Of all the places to keep cigarettes," the youngest of all of them said with a smirk, tossing his slate bangs out of his eyes, "Where do you keep cookies?"
"Are you kidding?" the red head said, placing an unlit cigarette between his lips, "As hyper as Demyx is? We don't need sugar within his reach." He smirked at said blonde while he lit the cigarette, taking a long drag of it. The smoke poured out of his lips as he blew rings. Demyx pouted and snatched the cigarette from Axel's mouth, inhaling the smoke himself...which caused him to go into a coughing fit. Axel took the cigarette back, laughing.
"We came over here for video games and movies," Lexaeus said suddenly, "Can we get on with it already?"
"Coming from the guy who was wasting time about to fuck sexy Zexy," Axel said with a grin.
Zexion glared at him, his ice blue eyes narrowed to slits. He stood, his hands clenching into fists. Axel's lime green eyes widened, the tattoos under them stretching with his skin. He let out a yelp and ran into the next room with Zexion chasing him.
Axel stumbled into his bedroom, slamming the door in the younger boy's face. Zexion grabbed the door knob, but found it wouldn't budge. He twisted the metal in his hand to no avail. "Yeah hide in a locked room like a coward!" he yelled beating against the dark wood.
The redhead let out a low laugh. "You want to kill me just because I said Lexaeus was about to fuck you? Why? It's not like he doesn't jump you on a regular basis."
"Shut up you flaming nympho!" the slate haired teen growled, kicking the door. "You're one to talk! I don't even want to know how many times you and Demyx-"
"Hey! We don't need to go into that!" the blonde said suddenly, his coughing finally ceased. A slight tinge of pink was spreading across his cheekbones and his nose. He bit the end of his index finger.
"Awwww," Axel said putting an ear to the door, "Does my Dem Dem not like talking about our sex life? I bet we could really embarrass Zexy."
"Axel!" Demyx squealed, the blush on his face more predominate. He covered his face with his fingers, his ocean blue eyes looking between the digits. "You're embarrassing me!"
The red head opened the door slowly, grinning at Demyx. Zexion glared at him. "If you don't stop making obscene sex comments, I'm going to-" He was cut off by the apartment's pager's high pitch ring sounding off though the whole room.
"Who the hell could that be?" Axel asked walking to the door. The other three watched him, remaining in the living room. Axel opened the door to reveal a short, thin boy with light blonde hair. He didn't look any older than sixteen. He was wearing black, skinny jeans with chains wrapped around his hips, red converses, and a white shirt with a checkerboard pattern around his middle. Black eyeliner adorned his piercing blue eyes. "And you are...?" Axel asked looking the kid over. He couldn't help thinking, damn he's cute.
"I'm really sorry to bother you," the blonde said, "But do you think I could use your phone? I'm trying to move in," he pointed to the door across the hall, "and I'm having a lot of trouble by myself. I just need a phone for two seconds to call my brother."
"A simple 'may I use your phone' would suffice," Zexion said from the couch.
"Shut up Zexy," Axel hissed at him, "Well kid, I don't have a phone."
"Not even a cell phone? And my name's not kid, it's Roxas."
"Nice to meet you," the red head said grabbing his fish-net covered hand before he could protest, shaking it. "No. My friends come over whenever they feel like it. If I need to call someone, I use Demyx's cell." The pyro shifted his green eyes so they were looking at the dirty haired blonde.
"Don't look at me," Demyx said defensively, holding up his hands, "My phone is home. It's charging."
"But you spent the night over here last night- never mind." Axel looked back at the small blonde standing in the hallway. The toes of his red converses scuffed against the beige carpet. "What did you need your brother for anyway?"
Roxas sighed and ran a hand through his blonde spikes. Axel noticed a tattoo etched into his skin on top of his wrist. As he brought it down, he could see it was the Roman number for thirteen. "I just needed help moving boxes up from my car. I figured Sora-"
"We'll help you," Axel interrupted.
"We?" Zexion questioned raising an eyebrow which threatened to disappear in his hairline.
"Well, I will." He looked back at Roxas who had a look of relief on his face.
"Thank you so much," the blonde breathed, smiling slightly. He hurried down the hall, the chains dangling from his hips clinking together with his every step.
"Axel?" Demyx said quickly. The red head had already darted into the hall, but caught himself on the door frame, sticking his head back in his apartment.
"What?" he asked with a hint of irritation in his voice.
"We were going to see a movie, remember?" the dirty blonde haired teen said. He bit on the end of his index finger.
"I'm just trying to be nice." Axel sighed and looked down the hall. Roxas was still waiting on the elevator to get there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The red head looked back at his friends. "Watch a DVD, play video games or something...I'm sure this won't take that long. We can go to a late show." Before any of the other three could protest, Axel ran down the hall toward Roxas, just in time for the elevator.
"That one's mine," Roxas said jumping off the cracked curb, popping the trunk of a red Toyota Corolla open. "If you could just help me with a couple of boxes, I'm almost done." He gripped the corners of a rather large cardboard box, trying to pull it out of the trunk. He groaned, barely tugging the corner over the trunk's lipped edge.
Axel smirked and grabbed the other corner, pulling it out of the car and set it on the sidewalk in one heave. He flashed a warm smile at the small blonde. "Thanks. I was getting worried I'd have to-"
"Axel," the red head said as Roxas pulled a smaller box out.
"by myself or- Huh?" He looked up at him, cerulean blue eyes meeting lime green.
"My name." He chuckled slightly. "A-X-E-L. Axel. Commit it to memory." He playfully tapped the blonde's forehead.
Roxas frowned, pulling on his bangs.
"Your hair is fine," Axel said picking up the heavy box. Roxas grabbed the smaller box and slammed the trunk shut, locking his car.
The two walked back to the grey and tan apartment building. Axel pushed the door open with his foot, catching it with his knee. He grinned at Roxas as he walked by him. He couldn't help letting his eyes trail down the boy's slim frame, watching how the chains swung with every sashé of his hips. Adorable, blonde, and a really nice ass, Axel thought wetting his lips. He shook his head and sighed. Knock it off. You have Demyx, remember?
"Thanks," Roxas said as Axel set the box down on the floor of his apartment. He straightened up, rubbing his lower back.
"What's in there anyway?" the red head asked looking around the apartment. It was similar to his own, minus the rock posters and junk piled everywhere. Boxes cluttered the room, most stacked against the opposite wall.
Roxas carefully cut the tape holding the flaps of the box shut with a pocket knife. He closed the blade and returned it to his back pocket. Axel's eyes, again, focused on the tight jeans that clung to Roxas's frame...his ass was the perfect shape.
The blonde stood up, snapping Axel out of his obscene thoughts. "A stereo?" the red head asked.
"I'd go crazy without music," Roxas replied, sitting a speaker on the floor.
"Uh, do you need help unpacking?" Axel asked running a hand through his flaming spikes.
"Nah, I can manage. Thanks anyway." Roxas grinned and Axel gulped. Why does he have to be so fucking cute, he thought. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Axel breathed, "I guess I'll see you later."
"Bye." The blonde turned his attention back to the stereo in the box.
Axel slipped out of the apartment, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wood and let a sigh escape his lips. "What is wrong with me? I shouldn't- I have Demyx!"
The door across the hall to his own apartment opened. Demyx stepped out in the hallway, an utterly disgusted look on his face. "Something wrong Dem?"
"I don't see what Zexion sees in Lexaeus! They're just not a cute couple," the dirty blonde haired boy whined.
Axel laughed. "Those two sucking face again?"
"Yes," Demyx pouted. Axel smirked and snaked his arms around Demyx's waist. He practically slammed him against the wall, crushing their lips together. Demyx moaned, wrapping his arms around Axel's neck. The pyro started kissing his jaw line, trailing down his neck, sucking on his tanned skin. "Axel," the blonde moaned, "We're- ngh- in a hallway."
"Like you care," the red head hissed, clamping a hand tightly on the other's throat, pressing against his windpipe.
Demyx gasped for air. "Ax...el. Do- n't-"
"Shut up," Axel growled, biting the blonde's earlobe. He hands trailed down Demyx's stomach, his fingers smoothing over every crevice and muscle hidden just under his tanned flesh. "Glad you never put your shirt back on." One of Axel's hands struggled with the button on the blonde's ripped jeans...the other pinned one of Demyx's hands above his head against the wall.
"I hear people," Demyx suddenly whispered, "in the stairwell, Axel-"
The other groaned loudly and wrenched his apartment door open, pulling his blonde inside.
The door closed just as a couple emerged from the stairs. "Did you hear something?" the woman whispered, looking at her husband. Her piercing grey eyes swept down the hall.
"No dear. I heard nothing."