Woah, first Kingdom Hearts Fic. Hope you all like ^~^"
Warning: Mature content and all that jazz
Disclaimer: Last time I checked I'm still poor a fuck.
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Sometimes Roxas has to swallow the sick feeling that engulfs him whenever he has to remind himself that he's not the first one to have Axel. In fact, he was somewhere in the middle because he certainly wasn't the last. He remembers white rooms and empty hearts, poison green eyes and red flaming hair. He remembers golden blond hair sparking with electricity and petal like lips twisting into a sick smirk. Larxene was as beautiful as she was deadly. He remembers watching her trail gloved fingers across Axel's cheek, inviting him to a world that he couldn't enter, a world filled with fiery and electric but empty passion. And he remembers watching those green eyes burn with lust, accepting the unspoken invitation Larxene proposed.
He remembers pain. Pain from the fact that while he lays all alone in his room somewhere in the castle Axel was taking Larxene to heights that Roxas cant bare to think about.
But she wasn't the first; that much Roxas new from a fact. He remembers thinking to himself that Axel probably liked blonds. Roxas he couldn't say much when he sees Demyx straddle a sitting Axel on the couch, lips molding together and hips thrusting and grinding. They don't stop, especially not when they notice him. Demyx probably hates him because when he sees him watching he smirks.
Demyx wasn't the first to have Axel either. Because Roxas sees when Axel slams Zexion into the wall and crushes their lips together growling when Zexion bites him hard enough to draw blood. Roxas turns away and tries to ignore the harsh onslaught of memoires trickling into his mind about silver haired men with haunting green eyes kissing other men he doesn't know at a place that looks like an island.
When Roxas finally has Axel in his bed he tries his hardest not to think about the people that have run their hands across Axel's hard flesh before he did. He pushes away those thoughts and basks in the harsh waves of pleasure Axel drowns him in. And when it's all over he tries not to show pain in his nonexistent heart because Axel doesn't stay; he never does.
He's not the last to have him, this much he knows because he sees Axel trail fiery fingers across the soft supple flesh of a man whom he's seen in the passing memories of his somebody. The man Axel has trapped in an alley way is tall with silver hair that creates the passing image of a halo and green hazy eyes. Roxas was sure that if he had a heart it would have broken. –I know you- he whispers to himself, watching as Axel pushes him further into the wall. –Riku- the name echoes in his mind and he has to turn away because there's a fire burning in his throat and he wants to scream his throat raw.
He wasn't the first to have Axel, but he wasn't the last either and he's not sure he ever will be.
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May be a sequel, depends on how much people like this one.