Anatomy of a Kiss

Author's note: This was originally a very (very, very) short roleplay my girlfriend and I did. Consequently, every word that comes out of Axel's mouth was one she created for the roleplay. I just cleaned it up and added the background and all that jazz. Cute? Maybe. Axel being hot? Definitely.

Wordcount: 604

Rating: PG


"I'm hard to forget..."

Roxas swallowed audibly as his friend hooked a finger under his chin and tilted his head upward, forcing blue eyes to meet those of dark, smoldering green.

He felt a flush creep up his neck and into his cheeks.

Forget.

It had been all his fault. It was still all his fault now.

"I didn't..." he trailed off, unsure of just what he was going to say. He did. "I mean, I wouldn't," he amended. Except he already had, not so long ago.

Axel waited, expressionless, impassive.

Finally, Roxas found the right words.

"I'll never forget again."

Still, Axel's expression did not change. He tilted his head slightly, as though studying Roxas, but remained silent.

Moments dragged on, and Roxas felt like this might be the end of them both. How could he have been so naive, so easily led astray? He couldn't blame Axel for being angry. He wouldn't protest if he'd had enough and wanted to leave.

Axel leaned down instead, until his face was almost level with Roxas'. Roxas could see with startling clarity how deeply green his friend's eyes were, how darkly colored the tattoos beneath them seemed to have been inked. For a passing moment, he wondered how much they'd hurt to obtain.

He didn't have long to ponder, for Axel was speaking again and Roxas wanted to give him his full attention. It was the least he could do after everything that had happened.

"Good to know," the taller male said, his eyebrows rising just slightly as though amused.

Amused? Amused at what? What about this was funny, Roxas wondered. Again, his thoughts were cut off by the red-head's voice.

"I don't know how you could forget this in the first place, but..."

His words faded out, and for a moment Roxas wondered if he was just as at a loss for words as Roxas himself was right now.

A second later, Roxas felt Axel's lips press roughly against his own.

Like a match lit to oil, Roxas' body came to life, his chest fluttering as though some sort of winged creature lay within. His first instinct was to balk, to back away out of sheer surprise at the action. Axel had anticipated this though, for one arm was at the back of his head, holding Roxas in place quite expertly.

And then his mouth was open to Roxas', roughly probing. And Roxas found he couldn't resist, wouldn't have done so even if he'd wanted to. The fluttering in his stomach itself seemed to have localized. With that localization came intensity, and a slow trickle downward, from chest to stomach, waist and further.

Roxas let out a muffled sound, wholly involuntary, and Axel was quick to respond, pressing his lips harder, his tongue deeper. Almost unconsciously, Roxas felt his hands outstretch, reaching for Axel's hips...

Axel pulled back.

And just like that, it was done, and Roxas was staring, wide-eyed at the person he thought he was about to lose forever. He opened his mouth to respond, although in what way he wouldn't have been pressed to say, but Axel was quick to place an index finger over his lips, silencing him.

"Like I was saying," he said, as though unphased by what had just taken place.

"I don't know how you could forget this in the first place, but..."

He dropped his hand from Roxas' lips, turning to leave. His final words were tossed offhandedly over his shoulder, but even from a distance, Roxas could still hear the smirk in Axel's tone.

"...I'll just have to keep things memorable for you."