037 – Surrender
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A week after Roxas leaves for good, Axel discovers that he's sick. For the last seven days he had stayed far, far away from the boy's former room, taking routes out of the way and afraid to use the dark portals because since his mind was always on the blond, it would just take him to the door he stayed far, far away from.
On day eight, he snaps.
He shoves past a very confused looking Vexen, scattering his tray of test tubes and samples without so much as an apology and races down the hall to the cold and unused door. He's not surprised to find it unlocked, though he probably should be in a more logical state and he flings himself to the bed before he loses all control and sobs, because the room hasn't been touched and the covers are as unkempt as Roxas would always leave them, strewn about the mattress and the floor.
He sobs into the pillows, breathing in the scent he misses so much and his mind clouding. Fifteen minutes later, he doesn't know how his pants got undone or when he had gotten hard, but the pillow case is stripped from the pillow and around his cock as he pumps himself furious, Roxas's name a prayer on his tear-moistened lips.
When he releases, instead of an afterglow, he just feels sick, like he's just made love to a memory. When he rights his clothing and leaves, the pillow case soiled and crumpled with the rest of the covers on the bed, he's decided he's had enough. He's going to find Roxas. Next time, it'll be the real thing.
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