Roxas wanted to scream. If only he could find his voice. Lips now replaced the tormenting fingers and Hayner nipped gradually at the reddening nipples, reaching up to stroke Roxas's cheek as soothingly as possible. The boy spat. "Ah! L-let me…"
"Let you go?" Hayner cooed, carelessly ripping off the younger boy's tee shirt. A reluctant nod followed. "Why? So you can run helplessly to your new lap dog? I told you, Roxas…" His body rose up to meet lips with the captive, growling as he was pulled away from. The older one grabbed Roxas by the chin and yanked him to meet eyes, almost growing fearful at the uncontrollably manic expression that lay on Hayner's face. "He doesn't love you like I do." His voice was caught as another kiss was roughly pressed onto his lips, nearly crying out into Hayner's mouth, murmuring pleadingly for him to let go, to stop, to not hurt him.
A swift slap followed after that. "Shut up."
x.
Axel rolled and tumbled off the bed, sending an alarming thud ringing through the house. He groaned. Dragging himself on his knees across the open floorboards, he glanced at the night stand, to his gloves at the clock. Hm… Only seven? He could've sworn he had been sleeping longer.
x.
Hayner's relentless attacks came to a pause from the sudden noise. If Axel would dare come downstairs, this would never come to be. A disgruntled growl, another slap, and then Hayner stood from Roxas, staring down at the curled up figure; red marks on his cheeks, shaking vulnerably in his side-ways fetal position. "Quit your melodrama… We'll finish this tomorrow or at school."
That's right, this is just the weekend. Roxas took a while to finally register that he'd been in school for a few weeks now. The routine was obviously the same to him, even if he forgot about it on the weekends. Shuddering and attempting to get up, he choked, coughing down at the rug. He curled his fingers, rising up slowly, cautiously; as though Hayner would become a snake all too easily and toss him back down. He didn't, though.
The older boy was sitting at the couch, watching the television screen to see the wildebeest scene, seeming like he hadn't even done anything in the past thirty minutes besides watch the movie. Roxas, on the other hand, limply crawled onto the couch beside Hayner. His head was lowered as he felt an arm slip around his side, dragging him close.
x.
Scratching his head, the red haired male eased himself up, dusting off his boxers, beginning to head for the master bedroom. He carelessly opened the drawers, surveying the clothes for something that would fit him. Roxas never did like it when he did this. Axel merely shrugged, dragging out a random black polo shirt, along with some dusty black slacks. Whatever. It'd have to do.
As he dressed, he posed from himself in the large mirror that Roxas's mother often used, and once he approved, he began through the hall. Axel glanced over the railing as he walked down nonchalantly, watching the screen and then the other boys as they seemed to cuddle. Bitterly gritting his teeth, he made his way into the kitchen. "You two want popcorn?" He called, making Roxas immediately jump at the sound of his voice. Okay. A little strange.
Hayner got on his knees and glared across the room to Axel, holding the top of the couch. "Butter. Don't undercook it, either." He snapped, before turning back to the screen, loosely looping his arms back around Roxas.
"…Sure thing." Axel gulped, staring back at them one more time before searching through the cabinets, looking for the popcorn that Roxas's parents bought a few days ago. He hummed softly to himself in just to feel comforted, standing on his tip toes as he reached into the highest cabinet, pulling out one of those 'Act II' brand popcorn packages. The male shuffled up to the microwave, examining the multiple numbers and options before finally finding the popcorn button. Taking off the plastic and shoving package in, he pressed the button, tapping his foot as he began to wait for it to cook.
He was more than obviously uncomfortable as he saw the other two so close together. He bit his thumb nail, chewing mindlessly on it to see the scene where Simba met with Timon and Puumba. Axel eventually propped himself up on the counter, dangling his feet over the side. 'They're just friends…' the male thought to himself. 'Roxas wouldn't lie to me. We've… Known each other since he came to exist…' His tiny train of thought came to a screeching halt at the microwave beeped mercilessly at him. What a nagging piece of machinery. "Popcorn's ready…" Ignoring the sly kiss Hayner slipped to Roxas's cheek, Axel popped open the bag to watch the steam rise up, enjoying the wave of heat for a few moments.
Sauntering out of the kitchen, he placed the bag on Hayner's lap, gulping to see Roxas's beaten red cheeks. "Roxas?" he tilted his head, "What happened?"
xxx.
well, this was certainly a quick update.
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