"Did you suck him off, too?" Axel's eyes flashed, cross-armed and leering as Roxas picked himself up off the floor. Three hours, three fucking hours he was with that kid. "He fuck you, too? You let 'em get his dick in you?"
"You're a fucking bastard," Roxas spat, the inside of his mouth bleeding where his teeth tore his cheek as he hit the tile.
"Yeah, I'm such a fucking bastard you gotta fuck around on me," Axel said, laughing cruelly. Roxas hit the kitchen counter, small of his back bursting with pain as it caught the counter's edge. "I treat you like a piece of shit, I'm such an asshole, I never listen."
"You have issues, Axel. I DID NOT SLEEP WITH HIM. I didn't even touch him, for fuck's sake."
"Oh, so you let him touch you?" Axel pinned Roxas against the counter with one hand, bending the blond back until his forearms were angled behind him, supporting him on the counter's surface as Axel tore his pants down, shoving two fingers up into Roxas. "You let him touch you like this, you fucking slut?"
"Stop," Roxas burbled, throaty cry thick with pain.
"You tell 'im to stop, too?" Axel hissed, fingering Roxas savagely, feeling the dry, protesting spasms of the blond's ass. "I bet you begged for it harder, didn't you? He have a nicer cock than me? Hmm? He fuck you better?"
Roxas didn't cry, and after a few minutes his gasping shock gave way to glaze-eyed silence, muscles yielding, surrendering. His cock raised between his legs as Axel continued his assault, attention focused on Roxas' dead, unfeeling eyes. Roxas' cock soon dipped in orgasm as Axel milked his prostate with vicious precision, thick strings of ejaculate spilling out onto the kitchen tile.
Disgusted, Axel ripped his hand away. "Slut," he said quietly.
Roxas, pants still around his ankles moved shakily toward Axel, sick, dreamy smile turning his mouth up. "Mm, baby. I like it when you fuck me dry. I'm such a dirty slut. I like it when you hurt me."
"Shut up," Axel whispered, arms raising to ward Roxas off.
"Yeah, baby," Roxas cooed, running a hand over Axel's chest, sliding it up and down his arm. "Use my body. I let Riku use my body. I'm a filthy whore. I'll fuck anyone." Roxas' voice dripped cloying sweetness layered over a hard, glittering edge. His eyes were unfocused. Dead, empty.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP," Axel shouted, shoving Roxas back.
"What's the matter, baby. Didn't you want to hear how much of a slut I am? I'm a cock hungry, filthy fucking slut." Dropping to his knees, Roxas opened his mouth and rounded his eyes, one hand stroking his cock slowly. "Come in my mouth. Come in my mouth, I'm such a slut."
Axel gagged before he darted to the bathroom, locking himself inside. When he came out again, Roxas was asleep on the kitchen floor, pants still around his ankles, his stomach crusted over with come.
