The mating game Chapter 26: Paralyzer, a kingdom hearts fanfic

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Axel (Paralyzer) July 3000

Well I'm not paralyzed

But I seem to be struck by you

I wanna make you move

Because you're standing still

If your body matches what your eyes can do

You'll probably move right through

Me on my way to you

Took place between 'Leave out all the rest' and 'Poker face.'

Axel: 23 years, 11 months Riku: 17 years, 9 months

Roxas: 13 years, 7 months

Considering I was turning twenty-four in another month, I had obviously experienced sexual desire on several occasions- even before I'd known a thing about my future mate. So I knew (or at least had an idea) what desire felt like. But never had I been so greatly aroused before. Perhaps it was the physical appearance of my mate. He was hot, sexy, and practically irresistible… Well… the most 'irresistible' and mature that a thirteen year old could be. He already held several mature traits, but he had a bit more aging to do. He would grow taller in time, and his face structure still needed to sharpen slightly. He still had a bit of a baby face.

He did appear older then he really was though. Nobodies hit sexual maturity at a far greater speed then an average Somebody would. The scientists had obviously done that on purpose. They wanted us to be ready for sex and childbearing as soon as possible. When Roxas was only thirteen, he probably could have pulled off the physical appearance of a fifteen year old. It was almost like a nine or ten year old girl receiving her period before she even reached teenage hood.

Anyway: back to the past topic.

Maybe my sudden arousal had nothing to do with that at all. I'd heard rumours about breeders, and how their body subconsciously knew when their partner was close to having their first heat. It seemed unrealistic to me though. I mean, how could one's body possibly know who their mate was? Wouldn't it have made more sense if one's body reacted in such a way whenever any bearer was nearing their first heat?

But who knew for sure? All I did know for certain was that my hormones were driving me absolutely crazy. They wanted Roxas, who wanted nothing to do with me sexually.

We had a stable friendship by that point, but nothing even close to an intimate relationship. No… Roxas would rather butcher his own body into pieces then be with-with me.

It was kinda painful. All of my remainders (thanks to my horny hormones) were definitely not helping.

It was late, and I was putting off my sleep because I knew the moment I closed my eyes that I would dream about Roxas in a very inappropriate scenario. It would make me feel guilty about thinking that way. I had promised Roxas that we could act as whatever he wanted us to be. He'd said friends.

Tell me: do friends have seductive dreams that involve one another? Do friends have sex-dreams? Do friends freak'n get an erection just by looking at the other! NO!

I was completely breaking my promise, and I couldn't let Roxas find out that I still thought of him in ways that travelled beyond friendship. I just couldn't… I'd worked so hard just to gain what I shared with him now. I couldn't live with myself if I screwed that up.

He probably wouldn't give me another chance if that happened…

Letting those 'threats' sink into my brain, I finally let my eyes flutter shut. Knowing that our delicate friendship depended on it, I hoped that I would 'turn back off' rather then stay 'turned on.'

I was only being a naïve sucker. Nothing would ever keep me from loving Roxas.

Nothing…

An early-morning light shone into my room warmly, and a gentle breeze that blew at my swaying window curtain came with it. It all felt so nice. It was Fall outside, so I had my window open the other night in order to let the crisp Autumn air fill my stuffy room.

I was greatly relaxed, especially when I noticed that Roxas sat at my side, staring down at me warmly as his legs curled at the knee. They curled to his left.

His legs were completely bare. All that he wore was a black dress shirt, which looked way too big for him. It flowed down to his mid-thigh. I also noticed that the first four buttons were undone, revealing a bit of his chest.

The sunlight from outside hit his back, highlighting his golden locks. The effects of the bright light made him look like an angel.

I smiled up at him as he brushed a hand through my hair softly.

"What are you doing here?" I murmured, though I made sure to sound delighted to see him.

Roxas chuckled, "Of course I'm here, silly." It was the first time he spoke, and I had to admit, his voice sounded different somehow. It was soft and extremely seductive. I was mesmerized now not only by his angelic appearance, but from his voice too.

"Remember?" he continued, "Last night I had my first heat… It was beautiful."

First heat? Roxas had received his first heat?

He must have interpreted my puzzled expression as disappointment, considering what he next said. "Don't worry. I'll have another round of heat again soon." He paused, leaning in closer and closer to me with every word that escaped from his desirable lips, " And again… and again… and again."

I swallowed thickly, feeling my face flush red as I felt Roxas' sweet breath wash over me. His glossy lips practically scraped against mine. Just as my barrier of resistance was shattering and I prepared to claim those lips, Roxas withdrew.

I'm not sure where he got it from, but all of a sudden he had a sea-salt ice cream in his hand. He brought it up to his mouth, giving it one hot n steamy lick. I felt my cheeks burn up.

"Do you want it?" he sounded as seductive as ever, though I wasn't quite sure on what he meant. Did he mean the ice cream? Cause I hoped to god he meant something else.

I silently nodded, unable to take my eyes away from him for one second as he gave the lucky thing another lick. "Do you really, really want it?" He emphasized the word 'really.'

I followed his movement as he leaned in close to me again.

I watched his tongue roll across the surface of the ice cream once again before he chipped a piece of the frozen treat with his finger. It began to melt immediately as it made contact with his skin: his body heat.

He brought his finger to my mouth, feeding me that small portion of ice cream. He let my tongue lick it from his finger gently as he stuck it in the cave of my mouth.

I wouldn't have minded it if Roxas wanted to feed me everyday.

I couldn't help but blush lightly when his hand withdrew and he instead placed it on my bare chest. His hand ran down my toned chest and then my stomach, which sent a shiver through my spine. Roxas didn't seem to notice.

The whole scenario had left me unresponsive. I didn't know how to react. It was all so… un-Roxas-like. It felt odd. But I finally found myself wrapping my arms around his hips, pulling him up against my body as he dove in to catch me in an open-mouthed kiss. Our lip movements were hungry and lust-filled to start off. Roxas even placed his hands on either side of my face to deepen it. He was eager.

We broke apart from our kiss too soon as we came to realize that we were breathless.

Roxas tried to chuckle as he gasped for oxygen. I did the same, staring up at him as I brought a hand up to stroke the side of his face. He nuzzled into the touch.

Everything suddenly became serious, and only one thing went through my mind.

The hand on his cheek brushed down his neck and partway down his chest until it found the next button on his dress shirt that needed to be undone.

"Do you want to?" I quietly asked, my hand preparing itself to undo those final buttons so that the shirt could slip away from his body and reveal to me the beauty beyond it.

I searched his eyes.

Roxas silently nodded, guiding my own hand down the trail of done-up buttons. I could feel my heart beat quicken as Roxas' face grew more red with each button that was loosened.

Just as I neared the final one, Roxas leaned in so that his lips brushed against my earlobe and he quietly whispered, "Don't be gentle."

I smirked at that, responding, "Oh, I don't know gentle, Rox."

"Then take me."

I undid that last button, opening up the dress shirt completely.

But then Roxas was gone.

I flew up from where I was laying on my bed, my eyes snapping open from sleep. My room had been the same. The only difference was that Roxas no longer helped me occupy my bottom bunk. Oh, also Riku sat on the floor, watching a muted football game.

Riku was nowhere to be seen in my dream.

Right… I guess that was all it had been: a dream. Roxas didn't truly like me that way. He would never say or do anything like that dream version of him, which I had created through my own messed up hormones.

I sighed to myself.

That alerted Riku of my consciousness. He snickered at me, ""Have a nice dream?"

I immediately froze up. He was the last person who I wanted to know about that.

Riku tried to re-quote things that I must have said, trying his best not to laugh as he did so. "Oh, oh, Roxas!" I must have repeated one of dream-Roxas' quotes because Riku teased me with one. "Do you REALLY want it? Don't be gentle." He couldn't help but burst out laughing at that one, "What was going on there? A freak'n BJ or something?"

My face flared in both embarrassment and anger. Couldn't Riku mind his own business?

"Don't talk about things you don't know about!" I snapped defensively. That wasn't exactly what had happened… It wasn't like I was meaning to have these dreams.

I only hoped that the dreams would stop sometime soon… and that Roxas never ever found out about them!