Author's Note:

Originally written for Kiki. She says I can share though. XD

Holy fuck, the Drabble Series may never end. O.o


Hotter than Hell

"Come on, Olette, buy me a drink! Please? It's not like you don't have the cash!"

"You know Roxas, if you're broke, you really shouldn't go to clubs. They cost money."

Roxas pouted. It wasn't masculine, but it often worked. "I wanted to hang out with my best friends…don't you want me here?"

Olette deadpanned. Ugh, what's taking Hayner and Pence so long? This brat…

"Fine," she finally relented. "I'll buy you one drink. But you have to earn it."

Oh boy… Olette's demands were rarely easy to meet. "OK…how?"

Rolling her eyes in thought, Olette decided. "Make out with another guy here."

Oh, not this fetish again! "Oh hell, Olette! Just because Hayner and I were really drunk once…!"

The girl laughed. "No, it's because you're bi and cute, but thanks for reminding me of that."

Roxas snorted. "Still, if you want me to do that with a stranger, I need to be drunk. And I'm not…yet."

Olette rolled her eyes again, this time in exasperation. "Fine. I'll buy you the drink, then you make out with a guy. But I pick the guy."

"Then I pick the drink," Roxas shot back.

"Deal."

"Fine."

When Roxas had finished his drink, ("Oh you had to order Armadale vodka and tonic, you asshole!" Olette's griping had only earned a smirk from the blond of…momentarily expensive tastes.) he turned from the table to face the rest of the club, including the dance floor. The alcohol was already humming in his veins, bringing a lazy smile to his face and abolishing all his distaste for the idea of making out with a stranger.

"OK, 'Lette m'dear…pick my man." The brunette smirked back at him. Roxas was a fun drunk.

"Hmm…" She scanned the crowded club with a selective eye. After a moment, she spotted the perfect guy – drinking on the sidelines alone, and hotter than hell.

"Him." She smirked, pointing. "By the wall there…long red hair and…tattoos on his face I think. See him?"

Roxas looked. Fuck, you kidding? "'Lette! Look how tall and tough he is. If he doesn't want it, it's not like I can overpower him."

"Pull it off and I'll buy you another drink." Oh, temptation. Roxas wasn't much for resisting temptation when tipsy.

"Fine. I'll try." With that, he shoved off from their table, carefully making his way through the crowd toward the tall redhead.

Make that tall and undeniably sexy redhead. The man was lazily drinking a beer, unaware of Roxas. The blond sized him up. Skin-tight black beater that did not reach the studded belt of his low-slung jeans. A good bit of toned stomach showed, tattoos peeking above the jeans. Arms, though bare of sleeves, were well-covered in tattoos as well. Flames and crosses and black and skin-white checkered patterns…and two spiked wheels on one bicep. The tattoos on his face seemed almost tame by comparison. The chokers and bracelets almost didn't register. The metal in his ears and eyebrows did.

Hotter than hell, indeed. And probably badder than anything you'd find there. Roxas was thrilled, but a little nervous. He really hoped the guy wouldn't turn out to be a violent homophobe…he liked his face uninjured right now. Well. He could only try.

Lowering his eyelids a bit, but not so much as to conceal what he'd been told were the most entrancing blue eyes ever, Roxas schooled his face into a thoroughly seductive expression. Not much of a challenge, considering the alcohol in his system. He already felt his heart racing and his breathing growing a little heavy. God, I love how horny alcohol makes me…

The redhead noticed him when the little blond was almost beside him, and vivid green eyes turned to appraise the young man approaching him. One red eyebrow rose curiously as Roxas, eyes fixed purposefully on his target, slid right up next to him, close enough to be heard without yelling in the noisy club.

Close enough for the invitation in his voice to come through loud and clear.

"Hey. What's your name?" Roxas smiled alluringly.

The redhead's expression gave nothing away…but his deep voice sent a tingle of interest through Roxas. "Axel. You are?"

"Roxas." The boy moved closer, facing Axel, one hand coming up to touch his arm, trace upward, caress over a bicep. "Remember it, in case you need to scream it later." He winked and moved a little closer, beginning to push his body up against the other man's.

Now would be the deciding moment. Please don't punch me…

A slow smirk spread over Axel's lips, lighting his green eyes. "Sure thing, Roxas. I got it memorized." And then he set his beer down on a nearby surface of some kind, the other hand snaking around Roxas and resting on the small of his back.

Score! Roxas was almost giddy with excitement now.

Axel licked his lips. "So…you said something about making me scream?"

Roxas ran his other hand up Axel's thin, muscled chest, both reaching up to comb through red spikes before latching behind Axel's neck and pulling down. "That's the plan," he breathed against the other man's lips before closing the distance, connecting their mouths in a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

Eyes shut, breathing heavily through his nose, Roxas wasted very little time before thrusting his tongue into the redhead's mouth. Ooh, a tongue ring too, he noticed with a thrill. The taste of beer and the smell of the other man's body were addicting, as his fingers clutched at Axel's neck. Roxas was forceful, hungry…and Axel seemed willing to allow that. He lazily permitted the blond to dominate the kiss, while his hands slowly roamed and explored Roxas' body. Axel was apparently in no rush, taking his time as he enjoyed the kiss and touched…and touched…and touched. And slowly, without Roxas being able to track when, all that touching combined – hands gripping hips, tracing ribs, rubbing his back, running through his hair, drawing designs on his neck, warmly smoothing over his chest, pressing against the hardening buds of Roxas' nipples – all those lazy caresses began to arouse Roxas a lot more than he had anticipated.

And then, as Axel's response to Roxas' kiss began to increase in intensity, the blond suddenly felt a hand move again, and there was nothing lazy or soft about the way Axel groped his ass. No gentle caresses – just confident, intentional fingers squeezing and pressing insinuatingly deep.

"Ahh!" Roxas broke the kiss with a cry that melted into a moan, his head spinning as he struggled to draw enough breath. He was panting, and so was Axel – both their lips parted and close so that their hot, moist breath was easily shared.

Axel chuckled. "Looks like I might be the one to make you scream first."

Through hazy, lust-drenched blue eyes, as his hands stroked down Axel's chest and stomach, Roxas smirked and all but gasped, "You're welcome to try." On the last word, his hands reached their low, denim-covered destination, cupping and rubbing hard.

Axel apparently hadn't expected the sudden touch – his eyes squeezed shut a moment as he bit his lip, muffling a groan. Oh, I like that sound, Roxas decided. It prompted him to knead and stroke a little more, and almost immediately he felt a response from under the denim.

His mind was a blank. He was tipsy on alcohol, sure, but he was almost totally drunk on lust as he leaned in, flicking a tongue into the hollow of Axel's throat, just below his collar. That damn thing was in the way…but Roxas' hands were busy, so he'd just have to work around it as he began licking at Axel's neck, soon pausing to latch on with his lips and suck and nibble hard.

Axel was panting and biting down on more groans as Roxas abused his neck and aroused his groin, but he eventually managed to pull himself together enough to suddenly turn them around, pushing Roxas up against the wall and concealing them somewhat from the crowd. As Roxas moaned, breathily whispering "Yes…" before sucking even more forcefully on Axel's throat, the redhead moved his hands again. One slipped up and then down, diving under denim and caressing the bare flesh of Roxas' ass. The other slipped further up, gliding under the bottom of Roxas shirt and moving up his stomach, soon locating hardened nipples and rubbing one with a thumb.

It was getting hard to think…hard to remember where they were. They sought each other's mouths again, kissing with equal passion this time, both burning with heat and desire. Upon parting, Roxas' lips traced down quickly, finding the outline of Axel's nipples through the beater. The blond closed his mouth over the fabric, wetting it with saliva as he sucked and teased the concealed nub.

Axel's voice was low and husky. "You've got a naughty mouth…Roxas." He chuckled throatily. "I can think of a few uses for a mouth like that."

Roxas purred, glazed eyes fixing Axel with a sultry look as his fingers moved up…and slipped down beneath denim this time. "I bet you'd like what it can do for this." He squeezed Axel's arousal in a slow stroke.

Green eyes rolled back in his head as the redhead's voice momentarily refused to respond. His hands, however, were apparently still OK – two of the fingers in Roxas' pants pressed intentionally deeper, kneading the ring of muscle at his entrance.

Roxas whimpered and Axel moaned. "Fuck," the redhead gasped. "You are so fucking hot."

"Likewise." Reddened lips stretched in a wicked smile.

"Oh my god…" Axel groaned as Roxas stroked again.

The blond's voice was a whisper, right in Axel's ear. "You want me?"

The hand that had been on Roxas' chest gripped his neck as Axel kissed him hard. "Hell yeah. Let's get out of here," he growled.

Hands abandoned pants – for the moment – but arms remained wound around each other's bodies. As they stumbled toward the door, they passed Olette, who called to Roxas, "You want that drink now?"

Barely remembering what the girl was talking about, Roxas only tossed back, "Rain check, Olette. You owe me." And they were out of the club, hurrying down the street, both apparently thinking of the hotel a block away.

It was really a joke though. Olette didn't owe Roxas for this. Hell, he'd have to thank her…but that didn't mean he wouldn't take advantage of a free drink later, anyway.

When he could think about such trivial things again. Right now, all other thoughts were evaporating like steam – the only thing he was truly aware of was the hot, sweating body still so close, and the large hand firmly clutching his own as they reached the hotel.

~o~

A/N: Continued in chapter 136, "You're So Damn Hot."