A/N: My drabbles are so dumb. I basically write about whatever I'm thinking about, lolsadface. Why am I always thinking about Sora being a bad boy? Wtf is wrong with meee? Anyways, only one drabble today and it isn't completely, or even mostly, Soiku. Oh wellz.
If Axel closes his eyes, he can just barely imagine that Sora's hair is blonde and his skin is light and he doesn't have a heart. He can almost taste seasalt on the boy's skin, and the temptation to lick him is almost unbearable.
But it doesn't matter if it's bearable or not; Axel isn't the kind of guy with enough self-control to bother bearing things.
So he leans over and lightly runs his tongue up the brunette's cheek, stopping just near his eye and hesitating for a moment before pulling away. Sora is so shocked he drops his ice-cream (vanilla, the redhead notes ruefully) onto the ground and stares with his huge cerulean eyes, that are just a bit too light, at Axel with his too-round lips making a little "o". This dumbfounded look doesn't fit Roxas, and so Axel decides in this moment Sora is the cute one he is looking at.
He licks him again.
It doesn't take much after that. The two fumble back to Axel's place, even though Sora constantly murmurs that it isn't right and ohgoddonttellRiku. The brunette isn't experienced like Roxas was; isn't quite as good. Axel doesn't think he gets quite as deep, or feels close enough.
Even if Roxas is in there, it isn't the same.
That doesn't stop him from looking up where the kid goes to school, and deciding to drop by for a visit. He waits alone in the parking lot, and once the mess of students march out to the sound of drowning bells he looks slyly for a head of too-spiked hair and large eyes. Sora sticks out like a sore thumb; probably because the boy screamed loudly upon catching sight of Axel's own violently spiky mane and Harley motorbike.
The redhead raises his brow, interested in how his little not-Roxas is holding some guy's hand and looking completely distraught.
"You're fucking him," Axel states later; lost in some back alley and the smell of Sora's skin (which is too pungent and overwhelming to be the same). He doesn't know why they're here, or even how they got there. Met up for drinks, and suddenly Axel lost it and dragged him away and Sora let him do it because part of him felt like being sickandwrong.
The brunette is so far gone by now though. He can't reply and so he doesn't; he can't like this. Axel runs a hot tongue over the boy's collar bone and hisses, finding himself more pleased than he'd like to admit by the little sounds Sora makes that Roxas would never-ever-ever make.
Later, in a sea of Axel's blankets, Sora decides to engage himself in rolling his fingers through the redhead's sweat-damp hair. Roxas never did that. "I don't know why we're doing this," he says, looking lost like a child. He is still naked, but somehow that doesn't mar the innocence in his eyes. "I love Riku. I don't even remember your name… I feel like I've met you before. Like I love you, but I don't."
Axel's insides twist, and he wonders how much of this is Roxas talking. Can Roxas influence Sora? He smothers any hope by pulling out a cigarette and lighting it; Sora coughs at the smoke that Roxas used to inhale daily.
Dragging the boy into a rough kiss that tastes like nicotine and tar, the redhead murmurs against his lips: "The name's Axel; got it memorized?"
"Axel…" the brunette smiles, and Axel doesn't bother comparing it to Roxas because it was brilliant and wonderful and didn't need comparison.
…And there was nothing to compare to anyways, because Roxas never smiled.
Post-note: Eryeah. This has always been a fantasy of mine… Axel hooking up with Sora to be close to Roxas. You'd be surprised by how little of that there is on . lulzies
