They pulled up in the driveway of a large modern townhouse that looked very new. It was beautiful and unexpected from the garbage that Demyx drove. Everything was geometric and clean from the reflective square windows to the flat roof, the door as wide as it was tall and steel beams. There's a polished concrete path that leads to the patio, past planters filled with flowers. Inside every line was clean and straight, the color scheme brown, black and silver flawlessly blending together.
"Wow, I'm surprised by how nice this place is," Roxas said, astonished. The place is substantially nicer than where he lived with Sora. Living in a house so modern contemporary and in this neighborhood must cost a fortune.
"Huh yeah, but it's not my style. I'd rather live somewhere rustic," Axel responded.
"C'mon let's make something to eat~!" Demyx chimed in.
"You're not making anything. You'll burn the kitchen down," Axel growled.
"Ah guess you're right, but we have a guest." Demyx groaned.
"I don't mind helping, I enjoy cooking," Roxas commented.
Flour, salt, and eggs were combined and kneaded together until the dough was stiff. The redhead stuck his knuckle into the dough, checking the elasticity. Steadily the dough pushed back; it was ready to be stretched into pasta. Roxas helped by rolling the pasta into long sheets. Taking a kitchen knife, Axel cut the pasta into strips and after he finished. Roxas threw the pasta into a pot of salted boiling water, covering it with a lid.
Now it was time to work on the sauce. Axel combined ground beef, onion, garlic, and green pepper in a large saucepan. He stirred, watching the meat brown and the vegetables simmer until they're tender. He drained the grease, while Roxas started to prep the sauce. Stirring diced tomatoes, tomato sauce, and tomato paste into another pan. Seasoning with oregano, basil, salt, and pepper. He simmered the sauce, occasionally stirring until he finished cooking the pasta, then the taller man added the meat and veggies to the sauce.
While they were cooking, Demyx had set the table for four people. Roxas would have asked, but his stomach distracted him as it let out a loud grumble. This was the best-looking pasta he'd ever made; It was an enjoyable experience cooking with Axel, even though they made a mess. Sora did none of the cooking, it was only Roxas unless Riku was over, then they would take turns making dinner but they weren't compatible in the kitchen to cook together. Besides, the comments of how attractive Riku was in an apron made Roxas uncomfortable. Axel undoubtedly looked better than the silver-haired man. Even with flour trapped in his hair, his features were striking.
Covering the pasta in the tomato basil sauce, then adding a sprinkle of parmesan cheese, it was time to eat. Roxas seated himself across from Axel, next to Demyx who ate noisily, slurping his spaghetti noodles up, splattering the sauce on his chin. Watching as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, Demyx let out a disturbing belch. The younger blond shook his head with disgust. He could tell that Demyx was the sloppy roommate.
"What's he doing here?" An unfamiliar voice sounded.
"Oh hey, Saix!" Demyx greeted him first, his mouth stuffed full of food.
Roxas turned his gaze from his plate to see a man with long, frayed blue hair that framed his face and reached mid-way down his back. A distinctive X-shaped scar between his golden eyes. He appeared to be well composed, not paying any attention to Demyx and focused directly on Axel who had stopped eating.
"It's not what it looks like."
"I thought you two broke up... Then after the incident... I wouldn't expect Ventus to be here again so soon."
'There it is again, that name... I'm not Ventus...' Roxas set his fork down, he immediately lost his appetite and wasn't hungry. "Can I use your bathroom?"
"Uh yeah, sure dude it's down the hall and to the left." It was Demyx who responded, also setting down his fork and not looking up from his plate, avoiding making eye contact with Roxas.
Roxas excused himself from the table, making his way down the hallway. The bathroom was so small that only one person could fit inside. There were just a toilet and a sink with a gleaming granite countertop, free of any unnecessary comforts. He turned on the water, letting it run until it was lukewarm. Cupping his hands, he splashed water on his face. He repeated this a few more times, then dried his face and hands on a nearby towel.
Spending an additional few moments to look at his reflection and fix up his hair, Roxas let out a deep sigh. All he saw was spiked blond hair, a round face, and deep blue eyes. He ran a finger over the frame, feeling its cool ridges and grooves, thinking about the possibility there was someone else out there that looked like him. He didn't have any siblings; his parents had passed away at a young age so he'd grown up with his aunt, uncle, and Sora.
Exiting the bathroom, he caught Saix finishing his sentence with "I hope you know what you're doing, Axel..." as the kitchen mess was being cleaned up by the redhead. They had already put away the food. Roxas knew that tomorrow he would regret not finishing his plate, but hearing about Ven just made his stomach turn.
"Hey Rox, it's getting kinda late. Do you want to spend the night?" Axel called from the kitchen. He had shaken the flour from his hair. "We have a sofa upstairs you could sleep on if you'd like?"
"Yeah, that's fine." Roxas wanted to spend more time with Axel. Demyx had left the room; Saix was the only one sitting at the table while Axel cleaned up the mess. His golden hues examining Roxas causing the blond to shuffle his feet, making his way over to help Axel finish up the cleaning.
The second floor isn't as well furnished as the first floor; furniture was sparsely placed in the center of the loft. The blond is lying on one of the fabric sofas with the hue of charcoal. It had seen many years of use; certainly, the sofa had seen better days. Roxas could tell it had been through a lot just by looking at it. The old thing was in such poor condition; It was worn down, stained, and covered in tears. He poked his finger into a hole and wiggle it around, feeling a spring beneath that had been poking him in the side. Letting out a sigh, he pulled his finger out, turning over to face outward. His back was now against the cushions of the sofa as he tried to find a more comfortable position.
He could hear a creak of a door, followed by bare footsteps sticking to the floor. Roxas closed his eyes pretending to be asleep as the sound approached him. A soft hand caressed his hair, making his heart skip a beat. He nervously swallowed. Fingers moving Roxas' bangs from his view, he looked so peaceful sleeping… well, pretending to be asleep… even cuter than when the man was awake. Fingers played with his hair, delicately twisting a strand around its fingers. The blond had to know who was doing this so he cautiously opened his eyes, barely able to see in the dim light that filtered out of the now open doorway.
"Sorry, I-I came out to ask if you wanted to sleep in my room... It might be a lot more comfortable than this sofa." Immediately retracting his hand, the redhead spoke again. "I wasn't sure if you were awake or not…"
"No doubt, this sofa is a piece of shit." He replied.
"Yeah, I've had it for ages and think it's time I throw the sofa out." Axel chuckled in agreement. "I promise my bed will be pleasant to sleep in."
Wasting no time to get up and leave the rugged sofa behind. Axel led Roxas into his bedroom, closing the door behind. It was a small room with a full-sized bed, two side tables, and a dresser, nothing more, tucked away towards the back on the second floor. On one of the bedside tables sat a basic salt lamp, which was casting the dim amber glow he'd seen when Axel opened his door.
He ran his fingers across the silken sheets before climbing in next to Axel. He rested his cheek to the cool pillow. The comforter was thick and incredibly soft; it felt like the blond was lying on a cloud. Much better than the sofa.
"Thank you," Roxas mumbled, but Axel had already fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. The two were very close, if Roxas was to move then he'd be brushing against the redhead. Roxas wondered if Axel had cuddled the other man in this bed, if they laid together this same way or if they were intimate. The thought of the redhead being intimate with his doppelganger was the last thing he wanted to think of right now. Pulling his knees closer to his chest, he didn't want to think of it, but Axel stirred next to him. The words he mumbled were inaudible to the blond.
Stirring behind him, Axel had rolled over the spoon the blond. Hands moved around his middle; In seconds he molded his body to his own. Axel's warmth seeped into Roxas' being and comforted him. He felt as if he would melt into him like ice cream. His chest rising and falling against the blond's back, their breaths in unison. His fingers curled into the fabric of Roxas' shirt, mildly clasping it with his hand, just enough to make the blond shift his body to push back deeper into the redhead.
He wanted Axel to touch him, grasping the redhead's hand in his own. He moved in lower to his growing erection. Axel intuitively gave it a solid squeeze, Roxas covered his mouth with his other hand to not let out a moan, growing harder in Axel's hand as he guided him into stoking his length, moving his hand up and down along his shaft with Axel's hand underneath. After doing this motion for a few moments, they turned into long twisting strokes making Roxas roll his hips into the stroking motion.
"...Nn... Ha..." A moan escaped Roxas' lips.
"If you wanted me to touch you... Then you could have asked."
Hearing Axel's groggy voice in Roxas' ear, he couldn't even speak; his body just tensed as he froze in place. The blond felt hot breath on his skin, then the tender brush of lips graze against his neck — a gesture that sent his head spinning. Skin burning as his lips contacted his neck. Axel sucks at his skin, with occasional licking and nipping.
Roxas turns his head back over his shoulder, straining to be within kissing distance, and Axel shifts closer to bring their mouths together. It's sloppy, his lips parted to say Axel's name, exhaling hotly between the messy kissing. Axel keeps his hand over Roxas' cock, feeling out the head with his thumb, rubbing it with circular motions. The blond angles his hips towards Axel's efforts.
"Fuck," he gasps, breaking the kiss to roll his hips forward towards Axel's hand, then back again against his groin, causing Axel to groan. Roxas lets his head rest back down on his pillow. He takes deep breaths in, breathing in the comforting scent of the sheets.
Axel continues to rub his thumb in coaxing circles, moving to the underside of his cock. Pre-cum wets the fabric of his boxers. Axel kept his chest pressed against Roxas' back, returning to kiss his neck again before letting go of him with a final squeeze. He pulls his hand away to remove his underwear, Roxas copies the motion does away with his underwear and shirt, making himself accessible for Axel.
Roxas took Axel's fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits, groaning at the saltiness of the redhead's skin. After coating his fingers in saliva, he felt a finger against his entrance, slick, pushing inside him. Roxas gasped at the sensation, squirming in discomfort as the finger moved. The sensation was foreign to him. After getting somewhat used to the slow in and out motion, he added another finger, stretching him open in an easy scissoring motion to prepare for what was about to come next. The uncomfortable pain was fading, and it struck him with pleasure.
The blankets are useless at this point; they're too heavy and it's getting hot. Axel shoves all the covers away into a pile at the foot of the bed. He then reached over one of his bedside tables, pulled out a small bottle of lube, popped open the top, and slicked up his cock with the lube. Stroking the clear liquid, using extra, he positioned himself at Roxas entrance.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Roxas nodded, his nerves were getting to him but his lust was stronger. Neither looked away as Axel began to steadily ease himself into the blond's tight entrance. Roxas squinted his eyes as they teared up, he bit his lip to hide the pain and grasps at the sheets. Axel pulled out halfway and pushed back in, slowly, then again, and again, he was trying to ease the younger man's pain. The redhead kept this pace for a while, his mouth pressing kisses to Roxas' lips with each slow, shallow movement, rubbing Roxas' cock against his stomach. The discomfort of pain soon evolved into pleasure. Axel picked up the pace, thrusting rhythmically, hitting Roxas' sweet spot with each thrust.
"A-Axel, m-more... Nn..." Roxas lets out a pleasured sigh. "More, h-harder... Ah, ah... Axel, more!" He needily whined, his hands tangled in Axel's messy hair, pulling the older man's head down for a forceful kiss.
Axel sucks Roxas' bottom lip between his teeth and bites, causing him to groan. Their sticky skin pressing together. Axel pulled his cock all the way out, then plunged deep inside the blond. Roxas let out a loud moan, he kept saying Axel's name on repeat in-between his panting. With each thrust, the bed shook. He repeated the slow, deep thrusts a few more times before slowing down again to tease the blond.
"R-Roxas..." Axel moaned his name, sending chills across his body. He'd wondered if the redhead was thinking about Ventus again, but this solidified that he knew who he was. Axel picked up the pace, grasping the blond's hips and trusting as deep as he could. Hitting Roxas' sweet spot again, headboard tapping against the wall with each thrust, the blond let out multiple loud panted moans.
"I-I can't... Ah, I'm c-coming... Ungh..!" Roxas could barely make the words out, Axel grasped his cock and pumped rapidly in motion with his thrusts until the blond came into his hand. Axel was also close, thrusts grew increasingly erratic. He shuffled his hips, using Roxas' ass to stroke his cock until he tensed up. His cock pulsates, he pulls out and shoots a thick, sticky load onto Roxas' stomach.
The next morning, Roxas wakes up first. The blond looks over at Axel, who's still sleeping peacefully. Flashing back to last night, his face flushes. Climbing out of bed, his body is very sore, specifically his ass. Roxas goes to get dressed but then remembers he soiled his underwear when he'd allowed Axel to jack him off. Deciding to just pull his pants on, then his shirt, he checked his phone. There were multiple missed called and text messages from Sora asking where he was and if everything was okay. Sora has apologized for leaving him at the fair and without asking if it was okay he got a ride from strangers, Roxas would be home soon so he waited to respond. Instead, he exits the bedroom in search of the bathroom but he gets stopped by Saix.
"What kind of game are you playing at with Axel?"
"Excuse me, what is that supposed to mean."
"You might change your name, but I remember what you did."
"My name is Roxas, it's always been, Roxas. Whoever this Ventus person is, he doesn't exist. There is no way that I could have a twin, I'm an only child." Roxas snapped, allowing his annoyance to show. "I don't want to hear any more about him, if anyone is playing a game then it's Axel. Now can you please point me in the bathroom's direction?"