if it's worth mentioning, the first song in this fic— the one sora hears before he goes into his bedroom, is "Stop Me" by The Smiths.

and the second song, by Joy Division is "Shadow Play" ... for some reason, i'm not sure why i think axel would be into this kind of music, but i figured if it were going to be something he'd put on, it'd be music like this!

i wonder what'll happen next?

Roxas had let Sora know that Axel had basically agreed to come over right away. He couldn't say it surprised him, considering that they had been conveniently left alone for the night— and he couldn't blame Axel either for wanting as much time as possible. They did have time, yes, but not a lot of it— and as Roxas liked to tell Sora, Axel liked to soak up as much of it as he could.

"...So, what do I do?" Sora asked. They were still sitting at the table, waiting in silence. Roxas was looking down at his phone, no doubt in the process of keeping himself updated, and Sora was simply left there, unsure of what to do or what would happen next. "Um, does he... prefer anything? I just showered this morning, so I'm pretty clean—"

"Just don't make it awkward," Roxas said. "Sora, you're just making it really weird, now. I don't really think Axel wants you asking him what to do."

"Well, I don't know!" Sora said. He sank down into his seat. "You're the expert on sleeping with Axel, not me! All I know how to do is be cute, and sexy sometimes," he finished.

"Just... do what you'd do with Riku. What do you want me to tell you?"

In the end, he ended up waiting in the bathroom.

He'd retreated upstairs by now, looking at himself in the mirror. He never got this nervous with Riku. He'd only ever done this once— priming himself; the first time he'd ever really engaged in anything sexual, he'd spent at least an hour in the bathroom prior, making sure he looked presentable. No unkempt hair, no noticeable blemishes on his face or unclean teeth. As soon as he'd gotten up there, he'd immediately brushed them and washed his face. Sora now stared at his reflection, his cheeks still wet with water; he briefly leaned on the sink, watching himself.

He'd decided just to throw on an old pair of shorts (that were fairly tiny on him, now) and a sleeveless shirt. He looked... so young. This was one of Riku's favorite outfits, to him. It was bound to work.

He heard the door open and close downstairs. Roxas laughed, the noise muffled by the distance between them. Even though he had privacy in the bathroom, he could hear footsteps through the wall. No doubt Axel, coming up to greet him— but there wasn't a second pair, insinuating that Roxas hadn't followed him. Sora sighed, realizing that his face was already going a little red. He realized he didn't even really know what Axel looked like. He'd seen him a few times, but not enough to memorize his face; he wondered why Roxas didn't bring him over often, like he did with Riku. Was it because of his age? There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Leon would disapprove.

"You can do this, So So," Sora said to himself. He wiped his face with his arm and took a deep breath. "You are cute. You are super cute and you can be sexy if you want. You're gonna be fine." He took another breath. "Absolutely fine! Yep."

When he stepped out, his bedroom door was open. Apparently, Roxas had told Axel how his stereo system worked, and music quietly played from the speaker, traveling into the hallway. Sora stood there, feeling a little awkward, before mustering up the courage to approach his bedroom.

When he entered, Axel was sitting on his bed, leaning on his hands.

"Hi," he said, and smiled at him.

Sora froze. "Oh god," he said.

Axel did look his age. He was still young, but it wasn't hard to tell he was older than both him and Roxas. He was wearing a pair of dark colored jeans and a band shirt that read The Smiths on it. His hair, which Sora remembered was usually long, was pulled into a half bun; the rest of it seemed to have escaped the elastic, falling down his back. He felt his chest go tight. Axel was... attractive. For a moment, he had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that this was Roxas' boyfriend.

"You don't look a thing like Roxas," Axel said. "But it's funny, 'cause you do at the same time. Weird, right?"

"Uh," Sora said, speechless. "He— he just, uh..." He cleared his throat and swallowed. "He just bleaches his hair. I mean, we are twins..."

"I'm aware," Axel said. "He tells me about you sometimes, y'know? For instance, he did tell me you'd be nervous. Why so? You definitely look it."

Sora blushed furiously. "I—I'm not nervous, I'm just— okay, maybe I am a little, but not really! I'm just... I'm preparing for what's about to happen, you know? Like, don't you do that sometimes? Prepare... for sex? Haha?" He grinned and waved his hands around.

"Not really," Axel said.

Sora's hands faltered, but he continued to smile. He laughed quietly. "Aha, yeah, I see..."

But Axel was quick to dismiss the tension. "Don't worry about it! Come on, I'm here to make you feel better. Roxas even let me know he'd leave us alone for the night. I can take aaalll your nervousness away. I'm pretty good at it," he said. "Trust me."

Sora's heart was beginning to beat faster. "O-oh," he said. "I... I do trust you, don't worry!"

"Come sit," Axel said, and patted his lap.

Sora stared at his hand as if it were something terrible. He swallowed, heavily. You can do this. He didn't want all that prep to go to waste! What would be the point in that? He let his smile drop, nervous that perhaps it wasn't the right time for one, as he slowly walked up to Axel on his bed. Luckily, the music playing was loud enough now to drown out the pounding in his ears, and Sora bit his lip as he stood in front of him. Shakily, he slid into Axel's lap, his body small enough to fit there perfectly; both of Axel's hands had been positioned behind him to keep him supported, but now one of them moved to settle on Sora's hip gently. Axel continued to look at him the entire time. "You all right?"

"I'm perfectly fine," Sora laughed. "I'm great! No worries! I'm fine!"

"I am worrying a bit," Axel said. It was only up this close that Sora noticed how shocking of a green his eyes were. He looked into them, unsure of where else to avert his gaze. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know."

Sora wheezed. "No, I do," he pressed, for the second time that night. "I do want to do it! I'm just— you know! I'm a big baby! Hasn't Roxas told you this?"

"Well, I guess he has," Axel said with a laugh. "But if you do want to do it, then you won't have to worry about being nervous for long."

Sora nodded. "Y-yeah," he said. "Okay."

"We won't go too fast," Axel said. "Why don't I start by making out with you?"

Sora, more speechless than before this time, nodded far quicker. He'd rather let Axel lead. If he had to, none of this would go well. He supposed the music choice did set the mood a little, though, if Axel wanted to use the words "making out" opposed to kissing— but he wasn't complaining. He tried not to think of Riku, and it was working, but all he could think about was how glad he was that he knew how to kiss. At least. And well, if Riku wasn't lying to him the entire time... It took moment or two, but eventually he mustered up he courage to lean towards him.

When Axel kissed him, it definitely helped his nerves to settle a bit. Perhaps it was because Axel wasn't really too passionate at first, which Sora appreciated— and greatly. And maybe this was easier for Axel himself, too, since it wasn't as if Roxas and him were too different— but Sora tried not to think about that. After a moment, he chose to kiss back, his eyes fluttering shut as he raised his hands to Axel's shoulders, and it took only a few seconds of this before things began to progress— and quickly. Axel leaned closer and tilted his head to the side, going with the flow—and Sora opened his mouth just a little to allow the kiss to deepen. Already, he was beginning to feel flustered.

Soon, he felt Axel's legs move underneath him too, pulling him into a more comfortable position. Then, Axel straightened out and both of his hands were on Sora's hips this time, pressing them closer together, and he couldn't help but let out a soft noise at the motion. When Axel eventually pulled away, after that, he seemed pleased with himself.

"Good?" He asked. "Though that wasn't really making out."

Sora nodded slowly. "Good," he said. "Then... we should, I think..."

Axel smiled at him. "Try hugging me with your legs, then," he said. "Just put your knees down on the bed and relax."

"Oh," Kairi said over the phone. "You really got them to do it! Wow, that's incredible."

"I know," Roxas said. He was standing at the kitchen counter, making himself a coffee, and he stared at the stream of liquid as it poured into his mug. Kairi was conveniently on speaker for him so that he didn't have to pick his phone up and multi-task. "Axel went up maybe... fifteen minutes ago? I'm surprised Sora even agreed," he continued. "You know Axel's like, old, right?"

"Yeah," Kairi said. "He buys me food sometimes. How old is he, anyway? Twenty?"

"Nah," Roxas said. He looked over towards the sugar jars they kept, deciding on whether or not he wanted any. "He's twenty-seven! You didn't know that?"

"Nope," Kairi said. "You must be the star of the show, dating someone far older than you. Do you find that hot or something? I know Riku is a year older than Sora and I, but still... he's not old enough to be your dad, but definitely an older brother. And speaking of dads... does he know?"

"Who? Our dad?" Roxas asked, spooning sugar into his coffee. "Hah! No, of course not. He thinks Axel is our age! He'd kill me if he knew, oh my god." He grabbed the mug and turned around to lean against the counter. "He'd kill both Sora and I too, if he found out I coerced Sora into this."

"Coerced?" Kairi sounded concerned. "I don't think you're using the right word for that, Roxas..."

"Oh. What's a lighter, non-violent version of the word coerced, then?"

"Um... persuaded? Convinced?"

"Then he'd kill us if he found out I convinced Sora to do this," Roxas said. "Actually, I didn't really even convince him. I kind of just asked and he got really, like, you know how my brother gets flustered about things. Then all of a sudden he just agreed to it. I didn't even expect him to!"

"Sora's kind of... weird," Kairi said, giggling. "But I love him anyway. That weirdness makes him special."

"Yeah, right," Roxas said. "He's special all right. He's probably crying right now and getting Axel to comfort him! I wouldn't even put it past me if he was."

"Mm..."

Axel had moved on top of Sora now, his mouth on his neck, his hand underneath his shirt. He'd completely forgotten about leaving the door wide open, but at this point, he could hardly care as Axel caressed his chest and pressed against him. Joy Divison played in the background now, and Sora's head felt heavy as Axel kissed back up to his mouth, sealing their lips together. Gasping, he melted into Axel's touch, completely relaxed at this point— his body pushing into his hands.

"Come on," Axel said. He began to push Sora's shirt up, the fabric bunching up around his chest.

He discarded it off to the side of the bed, and with it went Axel's own silly shirt. Now, they were both shirtless, and Axel's mouth was parted slightly as he looked at Sora beneath him and took the sight in; it had taken only a short amount of time, really, for Sora to recognize the look in his eyes— one of arousal and want. It made him feel funny. "You're smaller, but cuter," Axel said. "I hope Roxas doesn't get jealous that I find youincredibly adorable."

"It's all right," Sora said, his breath heavy. He covered his mouth and scooted downwards a bit, giving the both of them more room. "But I'm not cute! I'm... I'm at least a little attractive..."

"You're a little attractive, then," Axel agreed, but all to quiet him down. He slid his hand down Sora's chest, dragging his fingers along his belly button, only to stop at the waistline of his small shorts. But he didn't unzip them, instead making the decision to tease him instead— and he palmed Sora through the fabric, cupping his hand slowly. To add, he moved onto his knees and pushed one between Sora's legs, granting him the option to push against him if he wanted to. "And already turned on."

Sora sighed deeply, his voice a little raspy as he responded to Axel's touch. "Of course I am," he muttered. "You're touching me, and you were kissing me in all the right places..."

"You want to know Roxas' soft spot?" Axel asked. "I can show you— you know, see if you react the same to it..."

Roxas had soft spots? It seemed so unlikely if you thought about it. But Sora wouldn't lie— he was intrigued by the new information and wanted to know if it were true. If it were enough to elicit a reaction from even Roxas, who was usually trying his hardest to seem so mature... then Sora wondered just what kind of effect it would have on him. "Yeah," he said. "I do..."

Axel smiled at him, and it was almost shameful, how hard Sora's heart clenched at the way it made him feel. As his one hand worked at the front of his shorts, his other moved back up to Sora's chest as he leaned down to kiss at his neck; yet again, Sora found he couldn't keep his reactions in and let out a soft moan— but it turned into a gasp once he felt Axel's thumb brush against his nipple. "A-Axel—" he started, but he was unable to finish what he was going to say. The larger man had already bent down to take the nub into his mouth, and he used his tongue to flick at it gently. When their eyes met, Sora drowned in them and involuntarily twitched, his body stiffening at the sensation. "Hey..."

It felt... good. It was new, and exciting, and Sora hardly even knew he'd be so sensitive there; it was uncharted territory to him, but apparently not to Axel, who flattened his tongue to close his mouth around it. Sora raised his hips and tried to press against him, completely unused to the feeling— and he could hardly control his voice as Axel sucked gently on his skin. "Ah—"

He hardly even noticed when his shorts had been unzipped, at that point— apparently, Axel had sneakily done it without him knowing, but that was hardly an issue. Briefly, he tried to imagine how Roxas would react to this, and just how much of a "soft spot" it was for him; the more he thought about it, combined with the actual feeling itself, the more Sora succumbed to the eventual arousal as it spread throughout his body. When Axel finally did touch him, Sora keened and pushed into his hand, his head falling back as he squirmed underneath him.

"I knew it," Axel said, pressing one last kiss to Sora's chest before lifting his head. "But I like your reaction more. It makes me wanna do things to you," he said. "Bad, bad things."

Sora groaned. That much was obvious. "Do you tease Roxas with your words, too?"

Axel scoffed and didn't answer him. But to Sora's disappointment, if only briefly, he removed his hand from the inside of his shorts all together and pulled away from him. However, thankfully the disappointment didn't last, because Axel grabbed the hem instead and began to impatiently edge them down his thighs.

"Off they go," he chimed— and pulled them off in one fell swoop.

Ah—

Sora flushed a deep shade of red and covered his eyes, embarrassed by the sudden exposure. But he couldn't help but peek through his fingers to catch a glimpse of Axel's face, his eyes dark with want. That look... in almost no time at all, it was already doing wicked, wicked things to him.

"Axel," he began, for a second time. "I..."

"How good you look," Axel said, nearly talking to himself. He ran one of his hands down Sora's stomach, now, after tossing the unneeded shorts away— stopping just short of his hips. "It's as if you've never been touched before..."

Sora shuddered. "Axel..."

Once more, Axel's fingers brushed over him— over his erection, confined beneath the fabric of his briefs. But then, both his hands slid inbetween this thighs, separating them, and the touch left Sora shaking— desperate. But he definitely wasn't the only one. Axel licked his lips as he took in the image of Sora's body below him, his eyes lowered dangerously, but then in one last effort to contain his want, he took it upon himself to spread Sora's legs all the way out.

He leaned between them, then bent down to speak quietly in Sora's ear. "You'd look great on my cock," he whispered. "I'd say... you'd look even better than your brother."

Just the tone of his voice made Sora moan. That had been a word he didn't expect to hear, just yet. He felt so small— so submissive, now, as he chose to rest his arms on either side of his body. He couldn't help but look off to the side— at anything that wasn't Axel, his face hot with shame. "Then..." He took a moment to breathe and collect his thoughts, as hard as that seemed at the time. "Why don't you fuck me?"

Axel growled. "Oh, you bet I will," he said. "Just have some patience."

It only took for Axel to leave him again, and for what seemed like the millionth time. But it all happened so quickly, the time it took for him to return— the time it took for him to bring back the essentials— lubricant, condoms— and throw them onto his bed, already in the process of drenching his fingers. His free hand worked Sora free, finally ridding him of his annoying undergarments— and Sora, in wait, squirmed and twisted in the sheets, too eager for what was to come. He could only imagine what his face looked like; Axel hadn't even touched him, and yet he probably looked desperate— needy. He watched the liquid coat Axel's fingers— large and intimidating, at first.

"Axel," Sora said, unable to rid the name off his lips. He felt Axel lower his hand between his legs— felt one of his fingers finally rub against him. "Oh..."

"Relax," Axel said. "God, you're clenching." He didn't doubt it for a second, considering how tense his body was. But he only grew stiffer, once he felt that first digit press in— and relentlessly, Axel eased it in up to his knuckle, Sora's mouth opening in a silent cry. "Sora..."

"I'm trying," Sora choked. It'd been... awhile, he remembered. "It feels good... just don't stop because I look like I can't take it."

It was only one, but it felt so big. At least Axel got the idea, though— following through with Sora's request until he felt he was ready for more— and luckily, the previous discomfort had webbed away, leaving a dull pleausure in its wake. With the second finger, Sora was gasping, pushing back against it as Axel slowly began to fuck him with them— and at the sensation of a third, it didn't take long before he was beckoning. Axel, too, seemed as though he were about to lose it— he'd moved so that he was hovering over Sora, their foreheads pressed together, his voice soothing and deep and hot all at the same time. "That's it," he said. "Fuck yourself on my fingers— fuck, yeah, just like that..."

Sora did exactly as he was told. "Oh, god," he moaned, rocking his hips until he felt them slide deep— as deep as Axel could get them. "Yes..."

He didn't expect for things to progress so fast. In no time at all, he was whining at the loss of Axel's fingers— if only to pant at the sight of him kicking his pants off. Getting down to nothing, just like him, and catching the first glimpse of Axel's cock— Sora moaned, a bit louder than he'd anticipated, though he made absolutely no effort to stay quiet. It aroused him, just looking at his size, how thick he was— just processing how big he'd feel once he was inside. He's bigger than Riku... The thought was maddening.

But he'd never felt so excited.

"Onto your knees," Axel said, but he gave him almost no time to respond. He was already pushing his legs shut and moving him onto his side so that Sora could roll onto his stomach. He worked himself onto his knees, his head bowed between his arms— and at least the surface he was on proved soft enough to rest his elbows. If this were any other situation, Sora would've felt dirty, being in this position— but all he felt was eagerness. Maybe he was slightly nervous for what was to come, but his body spoke wisely enough for him so that his mind didn't have to work— and who needed his thoughts, anyway? They were already too jumbled for him to focus. They'd mean nothing to Axel, who was already moving behind him. But apparently, he wasn't quite ready.

Sora lifted his head to look behind his shoulder. He could vaguely hear the sound of plastic tearing open. "Axel...?"

"Patience," Axel said again, breathless. After making sure the condom was snug around him, he rested his palm against the small of Sora's back and dragged it down— down against his curves and over his skin, taking his ass into his hands, spreading him out. "Let me look at you—"

Sora felt a little embarrassed, especially granted the position he was in. "Nooo," he whined. "Stop teasing me!"

Axel groaned. "Fuck," he said. He curved his thumb towards his entrance, pulling lightly in order to press the head of his cock against it—and Sora felt Axel lining him up for entry and adjusting his hips at the proper angle, the heat of everything pooling uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. His head was beginning to spin. "Y'know, you look so tight— if only you could see yourself."

Sora bit his lip, relying solely on his imagination for such a mental image. "Please," he moaned. "Put it in already..." He was resisting the urge to push back entirely. But it wasn't like he had to wait.

Actually— he hardly had to wait at all.

It hurt, but only a bit, when Axel eased into him— inch by inch sinking deeper and deeper. He waited barely any time at all, it seemed, in order to bury himself to the hilt— and Sora wiggled his hips at the burn that followed as he keened, low in his throat. He was right, then— Axel felt impossibly big inside of him, so big that it nearly hurt, and he choked on his words as they fell out of his mouth. "You're— too big!" He gasped. "Oww— mmnh..."

But Axel wasn't paying attention to him. He doubled over against Sora's back, still holding onto his hips, and he leaned his forehead between his shoulder blades. "Definitely tight," he rasped, unable to move. "Christ... how long has it been for you?"

Sora could hardly find his voice. "It's... been— ah, awhile," he gasped. "Maybe... a few months...?"

"Holy shit," Axel laughed. "Don't take it personally if you can barely move tomorrow morning, then."

Roxas was just beginning to start a movie when he heard the first noise.

"Goddammit," he said to himself. "Already?"

At least an hour had passed since Axel had arrived, and forty-five since he'd gone upstairs. In that time, Roxas had made himself a coffee, microwaved leftovers from the night before, and managed to have an entire conversation over the phone with Kairi. But he supposed it was stupid of him to think that there'd be no noise— though, he didn't exactly find it pleasant, being able to hear Sora from all the way downstairs. Irritated, he groaned, considering he was already comfortably seated on the couch, and reached for the remote. He paused the movie and waited.

A few seconds passed. Roxas looked up towards the ceiling. He squinted, hard.

Sora moaned, loud. Loud enough for it to travel through the floor, it seemed.

Sadly, he was no stranger to what Sora sounded like. They sounded practically the same, save for some minor differences— but that wasn't how he knew. It'd been awhile since it'd last happened, but he was sure he could at least remember the amount of times he was home when Riku was over— him and Sora locked in one of the bedrooms, convinced that they were being sneaky. But this was different, because it wasn't Riku up there with Sora, but Axel— and Roxas was only just starting to realize how weird the whole thing made him felt. Apparently, he hadn't thought about it beforeit had happened, and now he was paying the price.

Maybe, he could just ignore it...

Thump— Roxas lowered his head and sighed. Was that the headboard of Sora's bed, hitting the wall? Who knew?

It'd be a task to try and continue the movie. It was already 9:00, according to Roxas' phone, and that meant it was officially too late to go out and do anything that required locking the door and never coming back. Besides, if for any reason, Leon chose to call— he knew it wouldn't be Sora answering the phone. He'd already eaten the leftovers. He was down to his last coffee beans. He couldn't watch anything— couldn't even retreat to his room, since it was right next to Sora's. Roxas sank as low as he could into the couch upon realizing how deep of a hole he'd dug himself into. This was a bad idea, agreeing with Axel.

As he scanned the living room, another noise came from upstairs. Roxas immediately pushed it out of his mind as his eyes landed on his video games, sitting underneath the television. He stared at one of the consoles, considering it— if he could get away with playing for a little bit, or at least until they were done. That didn't sound like a bad idea. Until—

"Fuck," Roxas said out loud. The controllers were in Sora's room.

He slapped his forehead with one of his hands. "Ugh," he groaned, louder.

The hole only began to get deeper.

He had two options. Either he sit downstairs with nothing interesting to do and live out the rest of the night bored and depraved, or go upstairs and get the controllers. The latter of the two seemed to be a much more convincing choice, but Roxas still wasn't too keen on going into Sora's room and interrupting what was going on. He didn't want to, of course, but unfortunately, Roxas was sadly willing to make the sacrifice instead of being bored. Maybe he'd grab his charger too, so that he could call Kairi again and get her to keep him company... if only he could brave the trip, first.

It was better now than never.

It was funny, how much louder everything was once Roxas got to the stairs. He heard the music coming from Sora's room and the creak that reverberated throughout the floor the more steps he took— as well as the horribly vivid and promiscuous noises his brother was making. Apparently, Sora had left the bathroom light on— and avoiding his room for now, it was only for the split second it took for Roxas to turn it off. Not only that, but of course the door to Sora's room was left open; he knew Axel had no concept for privacy, but really? No wonder he was able to hear them from downstairs! Roxas rolled his eyes at the stupidity of it.

All he had to do was go in, and out. That was it. The controllers were on the far side of Sora's room; all he had to do was go in, ignore them, grab what he needed, and leave without a word. If Sora got embarrassed, then so be it— Roxas wasn't sticking around to see more than he needed to, and that was that.

Quickly, he walked in. "I'm just grabbing controllers," he said loudly.

But what he saw nearly stopped him in his tracks. Axel had Sora on his knees, his face pressed into the sheets, and his hands were balled into fists; noises fell without pause from his mouth as Axel fucked him, his fingers wrapped around the back of Sora's neck. Roxas had maybe made it halfway through Sora's room before Axel, startled, sat up to look at him, and he looked shocked for maybe two entire seconds before he grinned wickedly. Roxas flushed, just looking at his face— filled with want.

"Hey, Roxas," Axel rasped. He had Sora's arms bent behind him, his hand secured around both of his wrists. "What brings you here?"