Green eyes stared blankly at a tiled ceiling. His body felt ravaged and sore, though he was fairly emotionally numb by it at this point. The person who considered himself to be superior of them all, Xemnas, had wanted some alone time and who was the redhead to even consider denying him in the lunatic's mind. It never lasted long, this system shock he was in; he sat up, searching for his clothes. A good romp with one of his less demanding friends would fix everything up again until the next time the gold eyed man decided to have a go at the other in the future.
Finding someone willing enough who actually knew the situation was generally the problem. And he was tired. So he decided to walk to his apartment where he was usually alone. His mom was there, but usually she wasn't completely there. He was used to it.
The next person he came across was probably the one person he really didn't want to see the taller in such a state. That blond, blue-eyed transfer student, Rocko? He couldn't remember his name currently, but he'd be damned if he would let the younger know what was really happening. Trying to walk as though he didn't ache, though it was dulling pleasantly, he gave the blond a cheeky grin with a half assed wave. "Whatcha doing around here? 'S kinda dangerous with all the crazies walking 'round."
"Seems to me you've met one."
How... Tattooed eyes narrowed.
"I saw you before you saw me," Rocket, he really needed his name, replied as though it were the simplest explanation in the world.
"Ah. Nah, just a bruised tailbone. Fell off something while... well, you know." It was so close and yet so far from the truth.
He seemed to be sated by the answer. "Why?"
Somehow, the redhead felt as though the subject was being changed. "Why what?"
"Why are you such a whore?"
Axel grinned, leaning towards the blond he spoke to. "I just love the attention." There was a mild sarcasm to his words, but he meant every word truthfully.
"Ok... but what really happened?"
"Falling doesn't do it for you, eh?"
"You would have been grinning like a madman if it had been that easy. Every other time, you usually are."
"Very astute, young..." He glanced to the side, fumbling for a name. "Roxas, right?" It sounded better than the other names that came to mind. When he was answered with a nod, Axel replied, "Just a little unwanted attention." He shrugged. "I'm good as rain, which is a disgusting necessary evil."
"Being good or rain?"
"Both." Distraction may have been his best hope for no more prickly questions.
Roxas merely nodded. "You're going to be alright though?"
"As soon as I can get the memory out of my head, yeah." Distraction be damned.
"How?"
"Ah... You consider yourself a generally straight man, yes?" A nod was given as a response. "Then, as a straight man, nothing you'd be interested in."
"I want to help you though," He insisted, then added, "You're one of my few friends here; I don't want to see you getting hurt." Before Axel knew what was going on, the blond had a fierce grip on his bony wrist, dragging him inside.
Anorexic much, the blond questioned in his mind once he had a hand around the other's wrist. He pulled harshly on the wrist connected to the pyro into a bedroom that seemed so familiar and so foreign that he had to ask. "This is your room, right?"
Roxas wasted no time as he pushed his friend forward so that he landed on all fours to keep himself from landing on his face. Blue eyes took in the scene as tanned hands massaged the clothed hips of the other. A subtle shiver was given in response. "Straight, dude," Axel recalled his answer.
"You said 'generally'." Already the tanned hands were all over his pale body, under his clothes and above as though they were magnetically drawn to the spots that felt the best over the pyro's entire body. For example, nails pulled gently across the back of Axel's neck caused the redhead to shiver while tingles cascaded down his shoulders and back
Neither one of them had any pretenses of whatever this was going any farther than a help a friend out. It wasn't like Axel to stick with one thing. Passion was in his nature, but commitment was a very different thing. And Roxas didn't know the other well enough to figure out what could possibly make him stay. He hated how the redhead was a poster child for school slut. It would take him a little longer than he would have liked, but he would make sure that the other wouldn't ever want to leave.
Before long, baggy jeans were pulled down from pale thighs. Despite knowing what happened, Roxas cringed ever so slightly at the drying blood at the other's entrance, as little as what it was. "Roxas?" the redhead asked, mildly distracted with pleasure coursing through his veins "What are you waiting for?"
As if to answer, the other's hand came down to grasp around him, pulling on him ever so lightly at first but sped up in intensity as he kept going, getting comfortable. Though it confused Axel that the other would even consider being so gentle with him. Even as Roxas began pressing fingers inside, which stung a little, though with time he could get used to it, there was a certain level of care that felt strangely foreign to him. But he couldn't bring himself to think on it any longer as thinking became a problem when that spot that ignites the wildfire inside the redhead was hit. He moaned at the feel, his arms shaking to keep himself from falling over. "Oh, fuck, Roxas..." he breathed. "So. Damn. Close." He couldn't muster any other form of warning before he began trembling in his own orgasm, panting the tanned hand pearly. Roxas almost seemed to know how to wring the long moans that were flooding from his throat.
The blond above Axel chuckled, finding a discarded something- Axel couldn't quite make out what it was in his post coital haze. With a breathy laugh of his own, he commented, " I always imagined this scenario the other way around."
"Keep it that way," the shorter replied. "In your head"
Ouch... That kind of stung, but it was nothing compared to the sting of his ass when Roxas began to press his way in. It was more like sensory overload, pain and pleasure intermingling in one bittersweet delicious feeling that left him far more battered of body than his previous romping leaving him wanting so much more of the sensation that was coursing through his veins. So much more.
The look on the fire user's face must have been amusing as fuck, because Roxas chuckled as the began shallowly thrusting his hips into the redhead's. It was infuriatingly slow and agonizingly patient in its course. Axel hated it.
With little effort, Their positions became switched, and Axel started impaling himself on the other's shaft like it was going out of style, harder and faster than when they first started. The hands on Roxas's shoulders were smoldering in comparison to his own sex warmed skin. It was incredible, the wanton way the other fucked himsf on the shorter. Roxas knew he wouldn't last much longer at that rate, but his current partner didn't seem to care as he spilled over his own edge once again. Axel ground himself on the blond and that was Roxas's undoing. His mouth hung open slightly as his breath caught in his throat, spilling bliss into the taller male above him.
Head lolling back as he relearned to breathe past his pulse, Axel couldn't help but grin, slowly rolling his neck to look at his current partner. "Jesus Christ" he heard the other mutter before the pyro got up, pulling off of the other as dribbles began trailing out of the abused hole. Not even that seemed to bother him, however, as Axel got himself dressed once again, his body shaking in the effort.
Roxas was having none of that, catching the unbalanced redhead by the belt loops and pulling him to lay back down again. "You do know you're not going anywhere for a while, right?" He was answered with a shrug as the redhead went with it, lying contently with the classmate he just fucked, Roxas already correcting his appearance.
"Thanks for that."
"Someone had to shut you up" was the nonchalant reply as the blue eyes seemed to close on their own. Not that Roxas really had minded in the first place.