I hope you keep in mind that when I wrote the majority of this story, it was at 2 am when I was tired as fuck and all of my morals and shame had been put to rest for the night. This is where the FUN begins.
VIII
Xemnas was like a broken record when Mar told him that Axel wanted to apologize. Xem was all like, "What? Axel? Our Axel?" and then proceeded to question him until he wanted to shoot himself.
"Is it really that hard to believe that I may have a shred of human emotion in me?" he complained once more.
Mar just shrugged and Xemnas continued his rant. Finally fed up, Axel waited until he was facing the other way before slipping outside of the room. With his long legged stride it didn't take long for him to get outside to his motorcycle. He'd be given hell for leaving later, but he was going on a trip tomorrow morning for a few days, so if avoided him any punishment could wait.
In the parking garage, his baby was all chained up nicely along with the others. He didn't feel like undoing all the locks and rolling up the heavy chains, so instead he just took a walk. Pulling out a spare cigarette, he lit it and enjoyed the peaceful evening.
It was a little chilly, but he was a warm guy, so naturally all the heat practically steamed off of him. He was wearing his signature jacket and was tempted to take it off. In the end, he just left it since he was too far to go back.
He passed a convenience store and spotted the clock. It was nearly midnight already, he was a bit of a night owl, and he knew most of the members were asleep back at the base. He stole a glance the large clock tower glinting down at him, and it read the same thing, half past eleven.
In the silence of the night he could almost feel the ghosting of his phone ringing in his pocket. He had gotten rid of the thing a while ago, right after he ran away, but he had texted so many people that he swears it was still there sometimes. It's like it never left.
Ignoring the past, he took a long drag from his cig. He was tired for once, and he still couldn't get that damn brat out of his head. Ever since that morning his mind had been recounting each and every moment in magnified detail.
From his gently swaying hair, to his bright blue eyes, then down to the point of his nose, and slight pout to his lips…
Axel stopped himself before he got too turned on. He was already in his twenties, if that kid went to his old school, who's to say he wasn't a freshman? That would be downright weird for him to be feeling that way towards a literal kid. He'd be a pedophile! Or worse!
In his distraction the cigarette started to burn his hand since he wasn't holding it corrrectly, so he dropped it and stepped on it. He hadn't been smoking as often as of late, it was getting expensive and he still needed a job. The members of X offered help by encouraging him get more involved in their "activities," but he'd be damned if got paired with Demyx one more time.
The sitar, the singing, and god the sleepless nights at the hotels. He got along with him well enough, but god damn could he grate on his nerves, and he knew it. It was not worth it, even if the jobs did make a considerable amount of money for him and the group. However, it wasn't like they were desperate for cash. Everyone pitched in, so Axel usually only took jobs when Xemnas got on his ass about it.
Mostly though everyone threw in a little for rent, and then bought their own food that everyone else ended up eating anyway.
A cool breeze pushed back his hair, and good god did he suddenly want a beer.
Axel pulled out his wallet and found that he had a twenty. He went to the nearest convenience store. He got a twenty-four pack and was immediately set on wanting to finish them all that night. At least he wasn't driving. The pack had small cans too. Really small cans. They were also a much lighter weight then what he usually had. In comparison these were probably the wine spritzers of beer.
Still, he rethought about drinking all of them. Maybe half if he was still conscious. He may be crazy, but he wasn't suicidal. Death by alcohol was not how he wanted to go.
He found a quiet spot on the beach and had finished the first three cans in under the hour before slowing down on his fourth. In terms of alcohol, he had really only drank one shot of regular beer. Maybe even half a shot.
Unlike some people, it seemed as though in the beginning he got more sober the more he drank. It's not like he was an alcoholic, it's just that when he drank, he drank.
This had to have to have been his first crazy beer session since high school honestly. His gang members really were great friends. Honestly, past their mean exterior and tough attitudes, they were probably the fruitiest guys he knew.
His mind felt unusually clear now. At the moment all he could think about Roxas's cute little face. Maybe he could casually drive by when classes were over and bump into him again, only not with his motorcycle.
Well wait… that could end up weird too. Maybe if he talked to that girl again, the one with the short hair. She seemed to know him, if he could get on his friend's good side she could lead him right to Roxas.
No both of those ideas were terrible. Man, he sure felt smart, but all of his ideas were turning out to be junk. Anyway, what was he saying? It's not like he wanted to see the kid that badly. He wasn't willing to become the new face on the sexual offenders list, he just wanted to apologize. He wanted to tell Roxas that he was sorry, and then they could both move on with their lives.
Even if his eyes were the most beautiful blue. Even if his hair was probably the softest and best smelling of anyone he had ever known. Even if he looked just as good naked as he did clothed...
Axel felt a blush creep through his body. He washed it down with another swig of his drink.
The fourth can was replaced with the fifth as he continued to drink on the empty beach. All he could see for miles was a beautiful stretch of ocean. However, in his clear stupor he decided that there was a better place for him to admire the water. That place was high, high above the town on the ledge of a clock tower.
By the time he got up there the six and seventh can were gone and now the drunk was just beginning to hit. After all he was still human, and even though he went through an all intelligent deeper meaning phase, the drunk would still hit.
His mind was right enough for him to decide to at least stay there for the night. There was a deep enough ledge that would catch him if he rolled over in his sleep.
Can's began to liter the floor. He would clean it up later, he was decent enough to do at least that for the community. The chimes of the clock rumbled through his body and he looked over the edge to see that it was nearing three in the morning. To him he felt as if he had skipped through time and had landed his ass here.
The tenth and eleventh cans were gone, and he was suddenly hornier than a bitch in heat. Of all stages of his alcohol levels, this was his least favorite. Depending on the day, it would take more or less beers, and today it had taken less. Usually he'd have the pleasure of passing out before he got to this stage, but right now he was so drunk that he couldn't give a single shit to the world.
Of all places, the place he wanted to let go the least was atop the tower. However all hell broke loose when he thought of that boy yet again. Decency left his mind as the blood went down below and his hand under his belt. Oh well, it's not like anyone's here, he reasoned with himself.
Roxas, with his wide eyes and soft baby face. Roxas, with probably the softest lips known to mankind. Roxas who was now gone from his life forever even though he could easily stalk him if he wanted to.
Axel felt himself wanting to try out his name. So he did with slight apprehension, "Roxas…" he wasn't sure if he was actually that drunk or he was falling madly in love, or maybe drunk off love, but saying that nearly made him finish right then and there.
He almost, almost felt embarrassed, but it wasn't like anyone was around so he didn't really care. Even if they were, he still probably wouldn't care. It's not like what he was doing was the most disturbing or unheard of thing in the world.
After taking a second to calm down he said it again with a little more gusto, "Roxas… god we just met… not even officially."
Axel bit his lip and unzipped his jacket to let some of the heat out. With one hand in his pants and the other downing the beers, he actually felt pretty good at the moment.
The door suddenly squeaked and a small figure stepped out onto the ledge. Axel was far too drunk to jump or even be mildly startled, but the other party wasn't.
Axel's green eyes went wide as they landed on the now terrified looking Roxas, "Where did you come from?" he was also surprised that his words hadn't slurred. Then again, he wasn't sure if they had even come out at all.
Roxas's eyes darted back and forth with worry. He began to walk backwards slowly, feeling for the door.
After a second his mind caught up with everything and he pulled his hand out before buttoning up his pants. Damn, he was beginning to feel really good too. No matter, why the fuck was this kid up here? Was he so drunk he was hallucinating?
"Hey! I asked you a question," He yelled when he got no answer.
Roxas panicked and ran, which in turn caused Axel to panic and chase after him. Roxas was halfway down the stairs, at one of the platforms, when he got a hold of one of his arms and pulled him back.
When he forcefully turned the boy around, he was momentarily stunned by the tears in his shining blue eyes. They were faint, and hadn't fallen, but he was silently begging that he would live tonight.
Axel loosened his grip, suddenly feeling very sober. He put his hand behind his head sheepishly, "Uh sorry. You… you're that kid from earlier right? I uh… this might be too late but sorry about that."
Roxas blushed, and at the sight Axel remembered the 'problem' he had been trying to solve earlier. The look on the boy's face made any thought of apology fly out the window. God, all he wanted to do right now was take the boy somewhere quiet and fuck him till they passed out from exhaustion.
Axel shook his head, he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the hormones thinking.
Roxas smiled shyly, and he was pretty sure it was the hormones.
"It's ok uh, sir. It was my fault."
He almost laughed at sir. No one had called him that since he was five at his aunts wedding, and earlier that day he supposed. It was a title he felt that he really didn't deserve, and would usually punch anyone in the face if they called him that.
Not Roxas though. With him it felt strangely endearing.
Axel gulped, hard, before speaking next, "We cool then? Hey, what's a kid like you doing up here this late anyway?"
Roxas frowned and crossed his little arms. At some point Axel's hands hand moved from his wrists to his shoulders. He felt so small under him, and he was careful with his touch because he was afraid that one false move would break him.
"I should be asking you the same thing mister," Roxas said with a pout. For a brief second in his drunken mind Axel felt a hint of sadness. Dang he really is a kid. Shit I don't need or want something like this on my permanent record if I get caught, I've still got a life to live. Kind of… anyway X doesn't need this anymore than I do. Axel reluctantly let go of Roxas and crossed his arms.
"Don't worry about it. Besides I'm much older than you, so I can do as I please. Go back home kid, this may be a safe town, but you never know these days."
Even though Roxas was much too young for him, he was still trying to protect him. He was just too damn cute, on second thought maybe he should walk him home. What if someone thinks that same thing, but actually decides to do something about it? Axel shivered at the thought of someone doing that to poor little Roxas. Other than him of course. Plus, he could find out where he lives. No! Stalker mode was back, go away!
Instead of turning around with his head low however, Roxas stuck out his chest and pointed his thumb towards himself, "I'm no kid! I may look… small… but I'm probably the same age as you." He voice was so cute, it had a slight whine to it, but it was far from annoying. That pouty, unconsciously cute look only furthered to turn him on.
He still wasn't sure if he was actually experiencing this or not. On one hand, he didn't give a shit, on the other he wondered if he had fallen off the tower and was now in heaven. He was going to take it either way.
"Oh? You're twenty-three then?" he said with a red eyebrow raised.
Roxas went pale and in the moonlight his flushed skin looked incredibly kissable.
"Oh… well no… I'm uh… I'm eighteen…"
At this Axel was actually a bit surprised. Now however, any promises he had made to be decent to the boy were gone. He was so going to bone him sooner or later.
Roxas shivered at a rogue breeze, Axel looked up to realize that the door to the outside was still open. He gently took Roxas's small hand and went up to shut it, "You want to go for a walk? We can talk about… earlier or whatever."
He had left his beers out there, but he'd get it tomorrow if some punk didn't steal it first. Right now though the last thing he cared about was those drinks. He got a decent amount down, what'd he drink? Had to have been thirteen at least. Those drinks had been so light, but he had still gotten mad drunk off them. And he was still very horny.
Currently, said drunk just couldn't resist keeping his hands off the boy before him. His hand began to wander across his shoulders and down his back. He was old enough, that's all that mattered to him. Really, forget the walk. He'd rather just be walking his tongue all over Roxas's body.
He may have been a member of a notorious biker gang, and smoked all day and partied all night, but he still had a shred of morality left in him. And Roxas was old enough.
He tried to stop, but once he got going he only wanted more. There was a tinge of irritation deep down, and it was at himself. He knew he was being a jerk right now, he was being the world's biggest asshole, but his mind was so foggy. All he knew at the moment was Roxas, Roxas, and more Roxas.
Said Roxas was the only one who was confused at his actions. He looked up at him with big eyes as his hand reached his lower back and he had closed most of the space between them. He was breathing hard onto his chest and that only made him warmer and hornier. He leaned down and Roxas's eyes remained fixed onto his despite wanting to dart around in fear.
Axel decided he would make his intentions very clear, very soon. Probably up against this door too. He laughed, realizing that the boning would definitely come far sooner than he thought. The alcohol was making him much bolder than normal, and his reasoning skills were all down below. He didn't want to think with the blond beauty innocently dangling before him.
He simply wanted to act.
He just kept touching him. Without Roxas's full consent, though he wasn't pushing him away, Axel started sucking on his neck. He couldn't believe how wonderful he smelled, it was something he couldn't believe. His senses were not at their peak right now, so he couldn't for the life of him imagine what this experience would be like sober.
He could feel Roxas squirming under him as he gave him about thousand hickeys under his collar. He felt a hand run through his hair and a shiver raced down his spine. He was so warm right now, unbearably hot. Despite everything he wanted to do to this kid, he forced himself to stop and look into Roxas's eyes.
Roxas's face was a bright pink and his skin was so flushed that he was beginning to resemble a tomato. God he looked so adorable. Axel figured he should kiss him before he got away, because if he decided to run away screaming, Axel would let him go since he had every right to.
The space between their lips was hardly a hairsbreadth. They were so close, their breaths mingling. So he shut his eyes and closed the gap.
And god did he love it.
