The Anomaly

by Cream Pudding

Axel, a creature of the night and inhabitant of the demon world, leaves his home once a year to feed on meatsacks living in other realms. He wanders the streets, watching the realm's creatures engage in their weird costumed 'trick or treat' behavior. He eventually finds someone to feed on but it leaves a funny ache in his chest. AKUROKU - Axel/Roxas - Smut - Modern AU - Demon AU

1. Part 1

Story Notes: This story will have 4 parts one day. Please heed the tags below. Graphic smut. More tags will be added to subsequent parts when they get written.

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Demons | Alternate Universe - Modern Setting | Alternate Universe - Succubi & Incubi | Relationship(s) Demon/Human Relationships | Halloween | Smut | Sex | Multiple Orgasms | Come Eating | Horn Stimulation | Gift Fic | Bottom Axel | Plot | Fluff | Dubious Consent | Dubious Ethics | transactional sex | Worldbuilding | High Fantasy | Dark Creatures

The Anomaly
Part 1

Summary:
On a pretty routine journey to feast and gorge himself for the oncoming years toil, Axel meets a human who is unlike anything he's ever experienced before and leaves an indelible ache in his chest. Roxas' existence shakes Axel to his very foundation and makes him question things which no demon should ever doubt.

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Slowly the shadows gather; moths to a flame. One by one, materializing into the dark realm between worlds. It is pitch black—so different from home—but he can still sense his kin. A heavy air of anticipation hangs about, forcing hearts to race. Excitement pools...trickles...gathers, swells, floods—explodes! Shrieks erupt in a frenzie. Teeth gnash, barbs pierce, wings flutter, hooves stomp, and claws scratch, breaking tough skin.

Tension snaps, silence swallows all. Madness sits in the deep stale, rancid air. It clings to the mind and twitches through every joint. The hunger is immense. Anticipation trickles again, slow but relentless. An electric pulse buzzes and tingles sensitive hairs on skin. It rolls through the gathering crowd once more, getting thicker as more shadows pop into existence in the inky-black, limitless void. There is no shape to this place. Nothing exists except for up and down. The darkness consumes all visible things, even the light that usually emanates from eyes. But physicality remains and the mass of bodies press all around him. Breaths, so pungent and moist, mist against his skin. It's getting hotter. Clammy. He hears the pounding of hundreds of hearts, a drum choir with no beat. Axel's own heart beats against his chest, causing displeasure. His tail flicks backward and forward with tremendous anticipation but stays close, so not to be ripped off. He keeps his large bat-like wings pressed tight against his back. He can't afford to get a tear. Not when he's in a weak state, yet so close to replenishing himself.

He waits. He has been waiting longer than all the rest; his hunger is vast. The night of all hallow nights, Feastings Tide, approaches. All the dark creatures feel it too. They must all feed tonight, restore their energies, gorge themselves if they are to be strong enough to survive in the Hearth; their world of dim warmth.

A thunderclap of noise erupts, painful and almost deafening. The soundwave physically shakes Axel, knocking his heart out of its natural rhythm and aligns and synchronizes him with everyone else in the dark. The Way is opening, the Weave Between the Worlds thins and will soon fray and rip apart. An uproar follows. The creatures reflexively balk and erupt into their frenzied fighting once more. This orgy of exciting spasms continues and will only increase in ferocity until the Weave spreads apart enough for them all to pass.

Axel can't wait. He hasn't survived this long by being patient and meek. His need is great, his cunning even grander. He slips through the throng while the other creatures occupy themselves with maiming one another. He melds, weaves, glides, dodges; there in the dark where nothing can be seen, but everything can be felt.

Like a snap of the finger, the roar of commotion snuffs out again. Silence reigns supreme. Energy builds. More shadows gather, pressing in around. The previously cavernous darkness is now dense, heavy, thick and squirming like a festering wound crawling with maggots and larvae. Axel feels the pressure of the invisible weight. It almost crushes his lungs, but he is stronger, he is wiser, he is older. He knows.

The silence stretches into eternity. An ear-deafening blast of a thousand blood-curdling screams cry out all at once. Axel almost lets his own voice ring out, but catches himself and sneaks further to where he can sense the Weave opening up. The tension is so electric that it could almost break Axel's ribs and the fine phalanxes that make up the frame of his wings. He trembles with pain and anticipation. So close...he is so close to the tear in the fabric of their reality. Nothing can be seen in the inky black, but he feels it, a small pulse—he stretches out his arm in the direction of the vibration. It grows stronger. His clawed-finger curls and snags on something. Elation bubbles inside. He has found it. His nail plucks at the threads of darkness, spreading them a little. He pushes his fingers in. More darkness lies beyond, but it is cool to the touch.

He takes a deep breath, for it will be his last until he forces all of himself through the tear. Axel pushes his fingers through the tight space. The Weave stretches and gives a little more. He pushes more of himself through. He can feel the crush around his gaunt frame and his bones creak with the threat of shattering at any moment, but he continues to squeeze more of himself through. This won't be enough for others to pass, but it is enough for him. Axel knows how to manipulate, contort, reshape. He has done it for long enough, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

He dives in. The press through the Weave is even greater than the press of the growing crowd in the darkness he has just been in. It strangles and crushes him. He holds on to his breath, letting it seep out in a measured way as he pushes, pulls, strains, and squeezes. The exertion is immense. His body flattens, twists, distorts, and then at the last moment, just when he thinks he cannot go anymore, he is birthed into the cold world beyond.

Axel tumbles, not knowing which way is up, but he falls down. Nausea threatens to overwhelm him, his dizzying plunge not helping him in any way. He forces fresh, sweet, clean air into his lungs, expanding them, expanding himself—reshaping himself. He stretches everything out, hurting as he does so. His wings fan out in an uncoordinated display of ineptitude. He tumbles and rolls in the air, helter-skelter. A scream of irritation escapes him, yet gets lost in the wind. He struggles to clear his mind, to concentrate, even as the ground hurtles towards him. Sick confusion sticks to his brain. He draws on his anger, bathing in the small frustration, and glows like an ember drifting in the sky for all but a second. His wings finally snap out and catch the wind. The sensitive, dark-gray membrane between his thin phalanxes flutters and billows. He stifles a cry and flaps, once, twice—he soars, aligning himself with the world, teetering this way and that; unsteady, disoriented. He remains dizzy, nauseous, but the freeze of the wind as it rushes past his gangly 6-foot frame sobers him and clears the fog in his mind.

Axel regains control over himself after a few more flaps of his dark wings. He still teeters, but now on purpose. Rolling and rocking this way and that, regaining his finer motor controls. A smile spreads over his feline-esque features, his teeth bare with a Cheshire's grin. He curls into a ball, plummeting to the ground. A rush of air and the feel of vertigo make his heart scream with the sense of aliveness.

He straightens out again, wings opening, catching the air and glides, flies, and dive bombs. He laughs into the frigid night, too high to worry about being heard, and too distant-a-speck to appear like anything other than a bat, even on this clear, moon-filled night.

The smile of pure joy turns slightly wicked as he maneuvers himself with more purpose. He glances behind himself, at the darkest patch in the sky, where the Weave had spewed him out at random. He memorizes the spot, for he must return before daybreak.

He looks ahead and a sense of familiarity tingles through him; he has been here before, but not in a long time. He swoops, catching the wind at such an angle so he effortlessly glides over to the city's large clock tower. He needs to see if his stash of clothes is still hidden there. Even on Feastings Tide, or All Hallows Eve, as other worlds call it, he can't be parading himself around in the nude.

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His bare feet touch down on the cold stone floor of the clock tower's external maintenance walkway, and his dark, leathery wings fold in against his back. He forcefully transforms into his meatsack form. A pleasurable-and-yet-painful tingle rushes through his body, changing, shifting, reshaping, disguising him. He hasn't changed in a year, but it doesn't matter—he isn't rusty—it's like slipping on a familiar second skin, which happens in the blink of an eye. His attractive dark red skin turns pale, his long limbs and torso fill out with mass and meat, covering his protruding ribs and knobbly spine. The gaunt and hollow places on his body—caused by starving for a year—fill out, and he feels like a stuffed doll.

He pushes against the heavy metal door of the clock tower. It is stiff and creaks with disuse. He enters the dusty bell chamber with a shining brass bell twice his size hanging in the middle of the room. Walking around it, he reaches out, sliding his hand over the dusty wooden banister that forms a barrier to stop anyone from falling down into the void, which the bell sits suspended over.

He pads along the cold concrete floor. There is dust here too. No one has been here for a very long time. Good. Axel finds the chest he placed up here, he can't even remember when. But clearly a time when he was more cautious and prepared with his arrivals to other realms. If he lands in an unfamiliar place nowadays, he just steals some clothes, if he feels like mingling before his feeding.

He opens up the wooden chest and finds his old garments: loose-fitting, button-down white shirt with puffed cuffs, a thin, dark-red leather overcoat with three buckles, a pair of dark pants, ankle-high boots with leather cuffs and laces, and his look is complete. Yet he feels strangely naked, even though he is now fully clothed. Axel runs a hand through his hair, disoriented at it stopping just past his shoulders, instead of it cascading all the way down his mid-back. He already misses his mane: the way it covers him as it grows, not just from his head, but from his shoulders and along his spine. But what he has now still warms his neck, so it's all right.

He looks at himself, reflected in the dusty surface of the bell, which hangs in the middle of the room. The high windows of the clock tower and the door Axel left ajar, fill the space with enough blue light to see himself in. The bell makes for a poor mirror; distorting and painting his skin in brassy-yellow tones, rather than showing his pale fleshy complexion. He hasn't seen himself like this in a year. It's like looking at a stranger, but also familiar; a memory out of a dream. His features are sharp: pointed chin and nose, clear eyes, upside-down teardrop tattoos underneath his eyes, to cover up the scars. He's missed himself looking like this. It makes him smile. He makes a good pirate, even with his horns protruding from where his hairline starts. The large, keratin structures curl back over his head and hook around close to his ears.

He is proud of his horns. Centuries of growth and feeding have made them thick, deeply ridged, sturdy, and formidable looking. He likes to keep a semblance of his true self visible even in his meatsack form—even though no one else will see his horns. He also keeps his wings out, having ripped long gashes in the shirt and jacket to accommodate his wings and where the membrane joins the length of his body down his sides. The magic of his world will cover and distort and make his clothes look intact and mended, so he can continue his night, feeling confident.

With a snap, he stretches out his wings, kicking up a cloud of dust. The claws on the ends of his wings scrape against the stone walls of the room he is in. His wings are an impressive span, twice his length. Unless he flies he will have to keep them folded against himself, so he savors this moment. Even though meatsacks cannot see what he doesn't want them to see, his hidden parts can still interact with the world. It has led to him being a hit at parties, with his tricks of levitating objects and causing things to fall over. The thought of how simple-minded the creatures of the middle-realms are, makes him chuckle.

He sighs with contentment and cherishes the peace and tranquility he experiences right now, in this quiet place. Very soon, he will feel the mental press and pressure which accompanies being amongst the meatsacks, and their glancing eyes. It comes part and parcel with being what he is: an incubus; others walking desire. He takes a few deep breaths and then heads out to see what he can find to spark interest. Yes, he must hunt, stalk, and gorge, but that can wait.

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The night is cold, a welcome reprieve from the relentless sweltering heat of his home. Breathing feels a bit easier. The crisp fall air tickles his lungs and makes him chuckle. Axel is and has been, wandering the suburban streets for maybe forty minutes now. He keeps to the hedges, the darker alleys, and lanes, peering down bustling streets where mini versions of the meatsacks that inhabit this world wander about. A lot of the little creatures are accompanied by bigger creatures. There are fanciful costumes adorning the bipeds as they wander around. Some Axel recognizes as farcical representations of his own kin, and others he has no clue about.

The atmosphere is jovial. An excitement pulses through the night air. Electrifying screams and shrieks of laughter sound all over. The whiff of thrill and fear mingle with the sweet scent of rotting foliage and the damp of the air. There are also other notes of saccharine and repulsive scents drifting on the air. Axel knows it to be the scent of candy. A concept he doesn't quite grasp. He has tried some of the things that are given out to the small creatures by the larger creatures when they go knocking at doors and sing-songing their demands for 'Trick or Treat'. It is always a comical and absurd sight to him; all the fakery around; all the chasing of cheap thrills. If only these meatsacks knew that he was the real danger, they might think twice about dressing up and freely wandering the dark. They might shy away from him instead of running at him with their comical masks, trying for a jump-scare.

It all makes Axel laugh though. He leaves the little bodies to their frivolities. He doesn't ever feel like getting his fill on little things. Truth be told, he doesn't feel like getting his fill on anything right now. He is listless. He's had everything five times over by now. Nothing excites him anymore. He just feeds because that is what he must do if he hopes to survive the coming year, down in the bowels of his home. And he will feed. Before dawn. Before the portal closes completely. He has time. He wanders.

Some goblins jump out at him from a hedge, screaming their lungs out. Axel's heart thumps a little. The tiniest of jolts. He gives a delayed scream, playing along and watches the creatures scamper off, laughing. A smile tickles Axel's face. He cuts through a dark park he's come across, feeling drawn in that direction. Fallen and wilting leaves crunch under his boots as he slowly ambles through the darkness. Explosive shouts echo through the air, near and far. Little meatsacks run past Axel, their lanterns lighting the way, candy falling from jack-o-lantern pails. Axel picks up a few, pocketing them. He doesn't care for their food but is bored enough to contemplate sinking his teeth into some of these bars of sickly sweet stickiness if he really finds nothing better to do.

Eventually, the park ends and he emerges on the other side, finding much of the same as before. Big and small costumed meatsacks milling about, carrying their pumpkin pails filled with sweet things. There is a slight difference though...music drifts to his somewhat-pointed ears. He knows this to mean that slightly older creatures are about, having a good time. He makes toward the sound and walks a good four blocks before he finds a house with an almost-deafening level of noise emanating from it.

Fake cobwebs hang from the eaves of the double-story dwelling. Thick smoke swirls on the lawn. Ornate spiders, skeletons, cute little vampires, and devils are tucked here and there. Axel finds it ridiculous and amusing all at once. He enjoys it when he lands in world's that celebrate Feastings Tide this way. Halloween, it is called here, and it always tickles his senses. He marvels at how blissful it must be for these meatsacks to be so ignorant of their place in the larger world. If they knew what lurks below...

He lets himself into the house. The music slams into him and the place is crammed with writhing bodies. Long ago, Axel discovered that this action is called 'dancing.' He pushes through the press of bodies and the wall of sound. There are witches, orcs, devils, vampires, furry animals, pirates, mad scientists...all these are just a fraction of what Axel sees and what he can name, as he heads through rooms looking for the kitchen.

More farcical creatures stand about in this part of the house. They dance, and drink, and talk loudly. Eyes turn onto Axel. He takes a deep breath to keep the intense buzzing in his body from messing with his head. The automatic way his body reacts to others gazing at him is something he can't get used to. The illusionary magic he exudes changes his appearance in everyone's eyes. Meatsacks see what they most desire. It drains Axel, physically and mentally.

He needs to get out of there, but not without a drink. He saunters and weaves through the overcrowded room to get to the long bench with an assortment of beverages atop of it. The eyes and hushed whispers and murmurs follow him. The hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He can feel the way the meatsacks desires and intimate wishes force his illusionary magic to shift and change and work in overdrive.

Axel avoids crowded places...usually. Reacting to one meatsacks intense desires when he's feeding on them is draining enough all on its own. Standing in a room filled with bodies makes Axel break out in a sweat due to the strain and toll it takes on his mind. Most exhausting still is that he can't turn it off or will it away. Appearing a different way to every individual who lays eyes on him isn't a conscious, or purposeful exercise on his behalf. It's how he was created; be what everyone craves and desires. The meatsacks can see his costume and the way he holds himself, but how he is underneath...what gender, shape, color...that is totally different for everyone.

He reaches the island bench. All manner of alcoholic drinks are available. Things in colorful and opaque bottles line the marbled stone top. Alcohol does nothing for Axel but he grabs a blue drink because he likes the color. The glass is cold to the touch. Excellent. It will hopefully cool him off a little. Having so many eyes on him stretches him thin. He curses himself for having been stupid and come to such a crowded place. He twists the cap off and nurses the bottle as he speeds back out of there, ignoring the whistles and groping hands.

The beverage is refreshing, though also sickly sweet. Not that he minds too much. He likes sweet liquids. As he goes through the living room he sees some meatsacks doing lines. Axel has tried that too—has tried many different drugs. Those have an effect on him, but it's never been anything good, so he stays away from that area, choosing to swig down the sugary drink instead.

Axel continues through the crowd. This room is better. The music is louder, but the creatures within this space are mostly too distracted to notice him. As he passes through the room hands rove over his body and he gets asked to go and make out with someone in a quieter place. Normally, this would be a gold mine for Axel. He'd get so engorged that he could grow bigger and stronger and easily survive another year. But...he doesn't feel it right now. It's a malaise that sits in his body and tires his mind.

Every glance his way—every set of eyes—stretches him thinner. He appears as that which speaks to these meatsacks desires the most. He will always be a fantasy, a slip of a dream, an ephemeral experience that one can never be sure whether it ever happened or not. No matter how wild the feeding gets. Though that probably has more to do with him leaving his meals with a Goodnights Kiss, to help them forget, if things ever get out of hand and particularly raunchy.

Axel keeps getting touched as he walks around. He tries to find a quiet place, a place out of sight where he will be able to observe without being observed. He passes into another room. The music is muffled here, especially when the door shuts behind him. There is a mix of scents in the room. It leeches out of the thick carpet, wooden furnishings, as well as the books that are housed on the floor-to-ceiling shelving that line the walls. Despite the dim light shed by lamps on two small stands, tucked beside furniture, Axel can still see and hear it: the sound of face-sucking and pleasurable moans emanating from a pair of costumed meatsacks. They occupy the overstuffed leather armchair to his right. Axel also spots three more pairs of oddly-dressed creatures doing the same thing on the matching leather lounge on the left of where he stands.

He can identify the mystery scent now; a mixture of sex, the musk of old books, and the sharp scent of leather. It is intense, albeit, also soothing. Even more than the scent, Axel enjoys the lack of eyes on him. He steps over a few naked bodies on the floor, seemingly spent from their fornicating and copious alcohol consumption, and looks for a place to sit. As he passes the lounge, something sweet hits his nostrils. It is very faint, but really aromatic and makes Axel lick his lips. He eyes the meatsacks as he passes and wonders if it's one of them. But he doesn't care enough to go snuffling around. He wants peace and quiet for a moment, so he continues to the grand piano in the back of the room, which almost completely blocks the curtained window behind it.

Axel's long legs make short work of the distance, and he sits on the padded bench. The view of the door is obscured and he no longer sees the naked bodies but is still in view of two of the three coupled meatsacks on the lounge. It's okay. They're too wrapped up in themselves to disturb him. He takes a deep whiff of the heady scent in the room. The faint sweetness still clings. His appetite stirs a little. He still has a lot of time before he needs to go. It'll be all right. He can afford to wait for something to pique his interest.

Setting his drink down on the floor he reaches out, lifting the heavy oaken lid to reveal ivory keys. Being alive for this long and rather bored has given him time to learn a few things that his ilk see no use or pleasure in. Piano playing is one of these things.

Gingerly, he presses down on a key. He locks his sight onto the meatsacks to see if they stir. The note, deep and rich, reverberates around the room. There is no reaction. His long finger seeks out another note, harmonizing with the previous one he just played. Still nothing.

Axel cocks an eyebrow. His curled-up and tucked-away tail twitches, wanting to spring free. He begins playing a melodious tune, a half-remembered song from a gone-by era. He gets into it far more than he thinks he would. The music swallows him up, the muscle-memory of pressing the keys and pushing the pedals takes him over. Words come to his mind and he quietly murmurs them. A smile flickers and dances.

A grunt from the lounge pulls Axel out of his reverie. His eyes fly open and lock onto a meatsack, whose almost-electric-blue eyes stare at him from across the room. It is the lamplight reflecting off those shimmering eyes that briefly captivates Axel. He doesn't know when the blond meatsack, at the end of the lounge, stopped making out and started staring at him. One of the blond's hands is down the pants of his partner, eliciting moans from him, while his other tugs at his blond tufty hair, poking out from underneath a red bandana.

Axel keeps staring because the meatsack is staring. Why didn't he notice? Why is his world strangely silent? His senses should feel on fire but instead, they are dull like he is asleep. That has never happened before. There isn't a single point of pressure on his psyche indicating that his illusionary magic is shifting and morphing him into the object of this meatsacks desires. A mild panic ghosts inside himself and something else he hasn't felt in over half a millennia. He can barely even remember the word for what he experiences.

They just keep staring at each other, until the meatsack's partner grunts, "Whadda fuck. Why're you stopping, freak? Get back—oh, fuck. Who's that hottie. Hey!"

Axel feels the burn off his magic as dark eyes turn onto him. The brunet sits up, leaning toward Axel and forgetting his blond partner, "I didn't really wanna be with this guy. 'M jus' feeling sorry for him. How 'bout you 'n' me," the meatsack clicks his tongue and winks at Axel.

The blond meatsack says, "But, Tr—"

"Fuck off, horny freak," the dark-eyed creature, dressed as some sort of a green reptile, pushed the blond one away.

Axel doesn't want to be here anymore. He wants to be left in peace to work up his appetite. He makes to get up. The blond meatsack gets up too, casting a glance at Axel and heads straight for him. Axel stares as the small frame bowls past. He winces as he gets an elbow shoved into his side, accompanied by a gruff, "Move!" Axel watches curtains fling aside and the meatsack is already out the window before the curtains can fall back into place.

Axel holds his side and stares after the blond meatsack. A grunt and a touch behind him draws his attention back toward the room. "Don't worry 'bout that freak. Lemme show ya a good time. Fuck, your dreads 'n' tats are hot." Hot mouth is already pressing against Axel's chest. His senses are accosted with more eyes on him and the strain of his illusionary magic doing its thing as it distorts what everyone there sees him as.

He lets a huff of air out and turns, making for the window, much like the meatsack before him has done. Ignoring the complaint from behind, and the hands that grope for him, he pulls the scratchy fabric apart, threads his long limbs through the opened window and drops to the ground, landing himself in a hedge. Twigs and leaves scratch and irritate. He clambers out of the verge and gets onto the footpath, enjoying the refreshing cold night air. He looks around himself and heads into a random direction. He is looking for that meatsack that jumped out the window, but can't spot hide nor hair.

A sweet scent still lingers in the air; the same as before, within the room. Axel follows his nose for a bit but then loses track of the fragrance. He feels the tugging of eyes on him. It is a lot stronger out here. Of course it would be. There are bigger creatures in this neighborhood. The night is dragging on and the littlest of the meats are being tucked into their beds, or close to it now. Music still drifts along the air. Axel hears it better than most, for his hearing is sharp. He goes in the direction from where the thumping emanates, dodging ludicrous attempts at jump-scares at his expense, and any meatsacks seemingly trying to engage him in conversation as he goes.

He reaches the house, sporting a weatherboard exterior. It is done up like most of the other houses in the area. Noise floods out of it, red and purple lights flicker, pathetically spooky paraphernalia hang from posts and eaves and doors. Axel makes his way into the building, pushing past the bodies at the door. The press of meat is even stronger in this place, the atmosphere thick with inebriation and unfulfilled sexual tension.

Once more, Axel makes his way to wherever the drinks are being stashed. He gets there, goes to grab a lime green concoction but his eyes halt on blue—so pretty and delicious. He grabs that one instead and strides back into the larger room, where meatsacks bounce to a heavy beat. Axel slides his backside onto a large dresser and leans his head against the taller cupboard that stands next to it, hiding himself from view of half of the room.

His energy drains slower. He ignores advances, nursing the blue drink between his lips. Blue. They had sparkled so invitingly at him. Axel's mind snags on why he didn't feel being looked at in that moment. Illusions don't work on other demons. Axel wrinkles his nose with that thought. It is still too early. Only the deftest of his ilk would be managing to push through the portal right now, and even then, a lot of them will be spewed out somewhere else: other worlds, other locations. That meatsack—if he is a demon of some variety—is way too scrawny to have gotten through already.

He lets that silly thought drop. Axel's eyes drift shut, the world around him quietens and he feels miles away, dreaming of blue. He lingers on the strange numb feeling that comes over him. It takes away his weariness that his long years of life have heavied his bones with. A sigh escapes his lips and his eyes drift open, looking at the half-drunk bottle in his hand. He shakes the hyper-blue liquid inside.

His eyes catch on something through the bottle. He looks past it and there, in the crowd, are blue peepers staring at him. The same as from before. The world and all its agonizing pressure and noise is still far away. The corner of Axel's lip and one of his eyebrows quirk up in greeting—in suggestion. A need is building, his appetite grows.

The meatsack spins around, forcing the crowd of ghouls, scantily clad bits of fruits and vegetables, and presumably supposed to be 'cute' dressed-as-toy creatures, to part as he leaves.

Axel is intrigued and he wants. He wants that meatsack. His hunger blazes alight. He slips off his perch and follows through the crowd and out into the night air again. He spots his target, moving hastily, but not so fast as to cause alarm. Axel keeps his trained eye on him and moves along the shadowed parts of the path, avoiding lamp light wherever possible. The streets are less crowded now, though large drunken congregations loiter on street corners.

Axel sees one of these, larger than the rest. He watches his target give pause, hurried steps halting, sidestepping, turning back. Blue eyes catch sight of Axel—his reflexes slow, making him unable to meld into the dark sufficiently fast enough to not be spotted. The meatsack turns back toward the crowd, his small body going rigid. His head bows and his fists clench as he heads toward the group.

He almost seems to make it past, but then a hand grabs him, pulling him in, absorbing him into the blob of meatsacks and Axel loses sight of him. Loud jeering sounds. It is audible enough for Axel to hear it even if he didn't have sensitive ears.

"Freak, who let you out?"

"Give him a break. It's probably the one night a year he feels normal," comes a sardonic retort.

"But you're not. You'll never be. This holiday's for normal people, not freaks!"

Jeers sound.

"Go on, if you're so horny get yourself off right now, you pervert."

Loud and raucous laughter fills the street.

There comes a truly wild and deep sounding, "Fuck off!" from within the circle. A foreign rage ignites inside of Axel. He forces himself into motion with a burning desire. He races out of the shadows, a flap of his wings propels him forward, he leans back, legs before himself as he breaks through the group, boots hitting one meatsack in the back, and another square in the jaw. Axel lands on his feet, his wings helping to right himself.

Shouts and confusion fill the air. Axel sees his target kneeling on the ground. He grabs at the collar of the blond's green sweatshirt, hoisting him back up to his feet and thrusts him out through the break in the crowd. "Go," he says, voice husky but authoritative. Axel receives a bewildered stare but the meatsack moves. Axel grabs at the meat which tries to reach and recapture the fleeing form, and he slams the squishy body into the ground with one smooth motion.

Cries of fear and outrage go up. Axel's blood pumps, his teeth lay bare with a wicked and wild grin. His tail uncurls and he spins around, the claws on his wings scratching at any flesh they come in contact with and his tail lashing out, whipping and knocking bodies over. The group collapses to the ground in an instant. Axel doesn't savor the amusement he feels over having downed 20 sacks of worthless meat in one fell swoop. He gets up and races off in the direction he sent the blue-eyed, flaxen-haired meatsack.

His long limbs carry him forward, his wings flap, making him bound effortlessly. He can't see his target but there aren't very many places to go. There is only one street, with quiet double-story suburban houses spaced out. He gets to the end of the street to a T-intersection and peers left and right. He catches sight of his target on the left, about 30 yards down the road, glancing at him before turning down a side-street on the other side of the road.

Axel races after, barely even touching the ground now. His wings flap, emitting no sound at all. He lands at the corner where he saw the blond disappear and his footfalls now echo down the deserted street. Once again, there aren't very many options for hiding. While suburbia sits behind him, a quintessential rural farmscape spreads out before him. Only a few houses line either side of this dirt road and Axel can see the small frame of the meatsack against the imposing wall of the dark green cornfield that lies beyond him. Blue eyes look toward Axel once more before he turns and disappears into the field.

Axel almost feels like his target is leading him. Good. A smirk spreads across his face and he bounds toward the thick vegetation, reaching it in a few more moments. Axel tucks his wings firmly against his body and curls his tail back in against himself. This is getting really fun.

He stretches his arms out, protecting his face as he pushes through the sturdy, thick stalks. As he enters, an eerie silence swallows up all the small ambient sounds from outside, disorienting him. He looks up toward the clear night sky, but all he sees is corn. It blots out so much of the light of the moon and leaves Axel in a flickering land of dark and light. He is blind and deaf to everything other than the plants and the soft soil under his boots. He stumbles around for a bit but then he does hear something. Over to his right comes the sound of rustling foliage and heavy breathing. Axel heads in that direction as quietly as he can, stalking his prey. He chuckles at himself and his predicament. He's never found himself in a situation like this, which is saying something.

He heads to where he thinks his target is, but when he gets there finds nothing. He continues his search, a sound drawing his attention this way and that. Axel stops from time to time, reassessing his sense of direction. Sometimes he can't hear his target moving, but he can hear the breathing, and sometimes, when he gets very close, the heartbeat. It's a steady thud that his own pulse and throbbing desire synchronizes with.

He doesn't know how long this game of cat and mouse goes on for. Several times, he catches sight of something moving, something gold, something blue, something red, and it vanishes again, followed by the sound of rustling. Axel takes his time, enjoying the chase, enjoying the feel of being toyed with.

Once he gets close. His fingers reach out and grasp, but fingers curl around air. A hectic chase ensues but somehow Axel gets turned around and lost and when he gets back to where he almost nabbed his desire, he finds the red bandana that the meatsack was wearing. He picks it up. Something clings to it...a scent—sweet and a little bit salty. Axel smirks. It was this meatsack he had smelled in that room full of sex and old books. He hums, feeling satisfied with his choice of prey. Axel sniffs the clothing accessory one more time and even licks it. A shudder runs down his spine. Yum, is what he thinks. It's good. Definitely salty, yet sweet. The meatsack has probably gorged himself on candy and chocolate and whatever else they eat during this night.

Axel stuffs the fabric into his pocket, where he finds the forgotten about candy bars he collected earlier in the evening. A thought occurs that maybe he can bribe his prey to appear before him with promises of treats. "I have candy. I'll leave it here for you," he calls out with a booming voice, to be heard through the forest of vegetation around him. He waits a moment, dropping two bars of something colorful onto the ground.

A snort sounds somewhere close by. Axel lunges toward the direction and the chase is on again, causing him to build up a sweat and to laugh gaily at the fun he is having.

"I won't hurt you," he throws out into the field once, after a long time of not hearing anything at all. Maybe talking will help move this game along.

He receives no reply, but there is a sound—a rustling—behind him this time. He heads toward it and reaches a spot where the scent of sweat and sweet sits in a small pocket. Axel is sure of it now—that scent is his target's distinct smell. He likes it. He takes a deeper whiff, kneeling down to inhale it as far into himself as he can. Axel chuckles. He finds open candy bar wrappers much like the two he dropped earlier.

"You've got a sweet tooth. I've got more where that stuff came from," Axel offers, standing back up.

"Give up, leave me alone." The sharp sound rings through the air.

Axel doesn't consider himself a quitter, especially not when he's found a tasty morsel to pique his interest. He takes the meatsack talking to him as a good sign and races through the claustrophobic cornfield, ignoring the way that leaves smack him in the face. The shape of his target darts in and out of view as they both scramble through the thick vegetation.

Axel finds a break in the leaves and finally finds himself on a dirt path and corridor through the maze. The ambient sounds of the world rush at him: wind, bugs, birds, the distant sound of the city he'd been in before, footsteps. Axel swivels his head. He spots his target running full-pelt down the dirt path to his left. Axel races after, feet pounding as hard as his heart, his hands clenched into fists as he speeds ahead, long legs gaining ground on the shorter form before him.

Vegetation flashes by in a blur. The ferocity of his breathing burns down into his lungs. Blond is so close. Axel reaches out, fingertips touch the soft green fabric of the sweatshirt the meatsack wears. Axel stumbles—his wings catching on something—tripping him up. He doesn't fall, but he loses ground. He pulls at the netting with fury and resumes his run, but not as fast. His target has vanished and Axel stops and looks around himself as he reaches a wide, circular opening in the dense field. He doesn't see any sign of life in the open space. All he sees is broken corn stalks and a rusted vehicle sitting in the center of the field. It looks to have been a blue color once upon a time. But now it is more red and brown and holey from years of weathering and rust.

Blood rushes through Axel's ears but he still hears a small sound behind himself. He spins around to take a look—whack, something hard and green smashes against his face, knocking him over. His tail stings, his wings crack and cushion his back. It hurts and he lays sprawled on the ground, looking up at the blazing sky, filled with thousands of stars caused by shooting nerve pain. He breathes through it and the ringing in his ears clears after a few moments. The pain fades and with it, the brilliant stars do too. A few blinks and the sky is back to its inky blackness, with only a few stars visible because of the brightness of the full moon.

Axel breathes heavily. Blond hair and blue eyes come into view, towering above him. Teeth are bared and the meatsack brandishes his weapon—a cornstalk—held aloft with both his hands. A fierce expression scrunches up that beautiful face which doesn't intimidate or deter Axel at all. It makes him want even more.

"Why're you following me?" the meatsack snaps, stalk looking ready to be used on Axel again in a heartbeat.

Axel cannot help the way he smirks. He cannot ignore the pulse in his body and the rumble in his belly and loins. "There's something irresistibility nice about you." He licks his lips, eyeing the figure before him; small, trim, and packing a punch. Axel feels giddy.

The threatening position of the clobbering device wavers and drops slightly from its held-high position. Blue eyes blink rapidly, head shakes, and the cornstalk is hoisted back up. With a threatening and commanding bark, the meatsack orders a response to his previous question, "Why're you following me?"

Axel cocks his eyebrow. "You planning on clobbering me to death with a corn husk?"

"I will if you don't answer me." A step is taken forward, maybe in the vain hope of being intimidating.

Axel is very far from intimidated. "If I remember right, I kind of saved you from that big group there, so I don't know why you'd think I'd want to harm you now. I told you, you're irresistible."

The cornstalk is thrown at Axel's head and the blond walks off with a huff.

Axel chuckles, removes the stalk, and scrambles to his feet, wings stretching and tail lashing out, making sure everything is functioning properly. Plus, he hopes to work the crick out of his joints and cartilage. "No clobbering?" he asks amused, looking at the small body stomping across the barren patch of ground.

"Thanks for getting me outta that mess, but fuck off and leave me alone." A middle finger is raised toward Axel while the meatsack continues to have his back turned to him.

"Is that any way to thank me?"

"It is, now piss off."

"I don't want to." Axel continues to follow, his long strides getting close to catching up with the sulking little imp.

"Don't make fun of me." The meatsack snaps over his shoulder and throwing a threatening glare Axel's way.

"I'm not." He lifts his hands, palms facing outward.

The meatsack has come to the end of his skulking path, stopping in front of the rusted car. He turns around, facing Axel, and with distaste in his voice says, "Bull. You'd be the first not to…" Hands fiddle with his hair, brushing it every which way, fluffing it up, and then arms fold over his small chest as he slumps down against the hood of the abandoned car.

There is something about the surly exterior that Axel finds very endearing. He has never thought of meatsacks as 'cute' before, but this one...if Axel was into familiars he thought he'd keep this one around. "What are others making fun of you for?"

A phantom pain crosses that delicious face. A hand unclenches, reaching up but then settling back down, to nestle against the other folded arm around the blond's middle. "You new around here?" he grumbles and eyes fall away, looking at nothing in particular.

"You could say that." Axel moves closer and eases himself onto the car, causing the vehicle to dip with a creaking groan. The meatsack moves away slightly as their arms brush together. He doesn't move so far away though that Axel can't get a better look at the meatsack he's been seeing all night long. Axel wonders how old he is. He is terrible with ages, having lived far too long to be a good judge on these matters. Even other demons who have been around for half a millennium look baby-faced to him, so this meatsack, with his smooth skin, plump cheeks, big eyes, and small build...Axel really hopes he hasn't misjudged. All intrigue and allure aside, he has never feasted on anything that wasn't able to fully enjoy itself and understand what was going on. He isn't planning on starting now either, no matter how enticing this meal looks.

There is nothing but the damp in the air and the sense of a muted existence. The cornstalks—encircling them—continue to swallow up most of the external sounds beyond their immediate vicinity. Axel breathes softly. He likes this place. He also continues to enjoy the weird lack of pressure that he's normally accustomed to experiencing around meatsacks. But Axel does feel eyes on him. It makes his spine tingle. He wonders what the meatsack sees—wonders what turns him on and what would make it easier for them to get to copulating already. Axel tries to remember what the blond's meatsack making-out partner had looked like. Maybe he could force something and toy with that illusion, but then Axel thinks it might not be a good idea. It would be a lot of effort and strain on his behalf for an uncertain outcome. He leans to the side, his arm coming into contact with the meatsack's arm. "What's your name?"

Blond head turns looking down at where their arms rub together. Arms unfold and he uses his hands to scooch away a little. "Roxas," comes the curt mutter.

That name makes Axel smile. "Ro-xas," he repeats, rolling the word around his throat and letting it drip off his tongue. He sees and hears the meatsack—Roxas—gulp.

"Yours?" the meatsack asks, with the smallest of head tilts indicating that he's still looking at, and studying Axel's body.

Axel leans in again, resting his hand on the hood of the rusted hunk of metal. He stretches his fingers toward the meatsacks' hand, brushing lightly. There is no response from the little meatsack so Axel places his hand atop of the small, cold fist. "Axel." He quirks his lip in a way he knows historically to be alluring.

There is another gulp and blue eyes look directly at Axel. His eyes bounce between their hands and Axel's eyes. This feels better to Axel now. He thinks he might be getting close to a meal. "Let me make your night memorable." Axel leans in some more, their noses almost touching. He can smell the sweet and salty scent ooze out of the blond. It makes Axel feel heady. The heat radiating off skin and the breath caressing Axel's lips beckons him closer. He presses a kiss to the corner of parted lips.

Axel gets smacked in his sternum and is pushed away. A fierce expression twists the meatsacks face, baring his teeth and flaring his nostrils. "What's with your costume?" the meatsack snaps and pulls his hand out from under Axel's.

Axel sighs with disappointment over the cultivated intimacy fizzling out. Reclining a little and using his wings as a post to prop himself up against, he says, "What's with it?"

"What're you supposed to be?" The offended tone still doesn't leave the meatsack.

"A pirate. Yarr." Axel closes one eye and makes a hook shape with one of his hands.

The meatsack scoffs and folds his arms tightly across his chest. "It's the worst pirate costume I've ever seen."

"Why?" Being ever opportunistic, Axel tacks on, "You want me to take it off if it's so offensive to you?" He wears a smarmy smirk and trails his fingers down his own body, unbuttoning the top clasp of his shirt, and loosens the fasteners of his coat. Even in the bluish light of the moon, Axel can see the reddening cheeks.

"N-no. That's not it." The meatsack shakes his head, almost as if desperately trying to dislodge Axel's advances. A terse expression replaces the fluster and with a strong voice, the meatsack says, "What's with the horns? A pirate doesn't have or need fucking horns."

The strange feeling from that lust-filled piano room rams into his chest again and takes all the wind out of his hungering sails. Is it...surprise? Curiosity? "You...can see them?" he asks, tentatively.

A snort comes out of the blond. "They're massive. How can I not see them?" Blue eyes glare and fixate on Axel's head.

Axel stares back with confusion but in the back of his mind something falls into place—the repeated long stares causing no draining feeling..."Why...can you see me?" he wonders aloud.

An incredulous snort leaves the meatsack. "Because I have eyes. You're fucking massive with your height, and those ridiculous horns, and your garish red hair. Somehow you made your eyes glow too and you've got wings too. Like, c'mon, you stick out like a fucking sore thumb, but no one notices or makes a single comment? Your costume is stupid and I—" the meatsack turns away from Axel. He stands up and shouts out into the surrounding area, "know what you guys are fucking doing. Vanitas! Seifer! I'm not dumb. I'm not gonna play your fucking games. Where'd you get this clown from? Some b-grade acting school? It's not gonna work, so just come out already so I can smash your cock-loving faces in!"

Axel stares, completely dumbfounded at what is happening. This meatsack...this Roxas...can see him? All of him? All that Axel is to himself, for himself? Maybe he feels a little bit violated...but mostly turned on. "You can really see me," he mutters in disbelief.

Roxas rounds on Axel. "Take them off!" His voice is tense, commanding even.

"What? My clothes?"

"Those stupid fucking horns, you dickhead. Take them off, and take them off, now!" He stomps his foot and punches the air with clenched fists.

A compulsion to obey overcomes Axel. If Roxas told him to take anything else off he would comply without a second thought, but..."I can't."

A deep growl leaves the small body. "Take those goddamn fucking horns off, right now, or I'm gonna do it for you, you fucking clown."

"I can't take them off."

"Bullshit!" he screams and launches himself at Axel. One hand digs into Axel's shoulder as he leaps atop of Axel, and the other hand—

Axel screams as searing pain and a jolt of tingling pleasure burning down his spine. The meatsack's desperately yanking and pulling at the base of Axel's horn. Axel gets dragged down and forward, pulled off the car. The meatsack slides off Axel but still holds on to Axel's horn, pulling harder. Axel screeches from the unabaiting pain and is blind to everything else but his rage. His skin turns hot, a fiery glow illuminates the space between them. The meatsack yelps and lets go of Axel's horn. Axel thrusts his head up and back, staring the meatsack right in his soft face. He ignores the way his mouth and eyes are completely wide and Axel bellows a guttural roar from the pit of his stomach, forcing the meatsack to stumble backward. He trips and falls. His head slams back into the ground, a sharp cry leaves the meatsacks' mouth and then he lays there motionless, bar for the rapid rising and falling of his chest.

Axel growls, huffs, and his skin cools. He puffs out the last of the steam and gingerly touches his horn, making himself wince. He can't believe he just lost his cool like that. Never in all his life has he gotten so heated whilst in another world. Never has a meatsack touched his horns or seen him. What a strange night he's having.

Sufficiently calmed, he stands up and takes a few steps closer to the lump on the ground. He kneels down and looks down into blue eyes, which stare unseeing at the night sky above. "They are not ever coming off, you understand me?" Axel growls low in his throat. Anger still sits atop of his chest and the nerve pain still throbs unpleasantly.

Eyes flicker onto Axel before they squeeze shut. The meatsack's face contorts. He starts trembling—a wail emanates, quiet but deeply pained. The remainder of Axel's flared temper extinguishes and he stares, confused. He gently touches the body on the ground, inspectings the hand that held on to his horn. Skin is slightly singed, but at least the meatsack had enough sense to let go before causing any real damage there. Axel slides his hand under the now-sobbing meatsack, helping him sit upright. Blue eyes remain squeezed shut. Tears roll down and lips tremble.

Axel huffs. "I'm sorry." He is sorry, truly. It had been a completely instinctive response to a threat. He's never been this threatening to any meatsack before...but none of them have ever seen or been able to touch his real body before either. It is a very strange experience for him and he isn't quite sure what to do.

Axel gets no response from the sobbing form before him. Singed hand opens and closes, and the other hand clutches at the wrist of the site of injury. Axel runs his hand through blond hair, making sure there isn't any blood where the soft body and ground had made audible contact. There is none, and Axel can't smell any either. He mutters another, "I'm sorry," wishing for some sort of a response other than the crying. He's probably freaked this meatsack out completely. He will definitely not be getting a feed from him now. He runs his hand up and down the trembling creatures back and rakes his other hand through hair, finding it incredibly soft and enjoyable to touch; meatsacks always have such soft hair and bodies.

As he passes his hand through velvety locks his palm grazes against something hard. The sobbing gets interrupted by a gasp and eyes finally open to look at him. Axel frowns with confusion. He searches with his fingertips and finds it again; the nodule. Blue eyes stare up at him. There are still no words coming out of the meatsack but he gasps again.

Axel examines the blond's head. He uses both his hands to spread hairs apart and sees it, a white protrusion, maybe 2 inches long. Axel gives a quizzical look, and then—his fingers frantically search the other side of that blond head and sure enough, perfectly mirrored to the one on the left, is another 2-inch white protrusion on the right. His stomach drops and for the first time in a very long time, Axel feels embarrassed. If those are what he thinks they are...with one hand pressed to either side of the blond head, Axel fingers the base of both bony protrusions.

The body below him shivers, and a moan seeps out. Axel stares and keeps fondling. He's too mesmerized to let his embarrassment stop him from touching the smooth keratin structures. The meatsack begins to breath heavy as Axel firmly strokes up to the tip of both pointed lengths. There is a quiet moment between them. Axel is too fascinated to stop and the meatsack too lost in the sensation to even sob anymore.

It doesn't last long though. Blue eyes fling open and an arm swings out, knocking Axel's hands away. A gruff attempt at being commanding follows, "Don't touch me!"

Axel snaps out of his reverie and he scooches back a bit. "Sorry," he mutters, significantly chastened.

They both sit and stare at everything but each other. A million questions race through Axel's head. The feel of those protrusions ghost against his fingertips. He can hardly believe what he had just been touching...he can't believe it. It can't be true.

"Why do you have horns?" They both say simultaneously and stare at each other for a bewildering moment.

"They just popped up.", "I was made this way." They still talk over each other.

Axel leans back, propping himself up with his wings and stares at the meatsa—Roxas. He hopes a bit of distance will somehow make things clearer. Is he a demon? Is he playing a weird game with Axel? Demons see each other how they really are. Meatsacks don't have horns. This guy has to be a demon. "What're you playing at? We could both be doing better things with our time." He gets no benefit from feeding off another demon, though for another demon he certainly is very nourishing. That thought makes him snarl—to be used and tricked like this—is this guy an imp? Imp's don't have horns though. Axel can't believe he touched the horns of another demon, let alone one he doesn't even know.

"What're you playing at?" Upset still heats the small blond's words. "Why're you here? Why do you have horns? I thought I was the only f-freak." The sobs start again and that round face gets buried in hands.

Axel doesn't know what to make of this. He's never been in a situation like this before. He keeps silent. His fingers play idly with whatever vegetation grows within his reachable vicinity. A blade of grass, a clover. Whatever really. "How old are you?" he asks, hesitant and unsure of how to proceed.

"Twenty?" The meatsacks face scrunches up in confusion.

"To the closest century," Axel tries to clarify.

The look of confusion grows into one of perplexion. "This century? What's with the weird questions?"

Axel ignores that. His curiosity ignites once more. Something is completely wrong here. "Have you been here all your life?"

Any residual sadness disappears and an incredulous look snaps onto the small round face, like Axel is a complete idiot. "I was born here."

That settles it for Axel. This Roxas is not a demon. This Roxas is a meatsack and is...something completely different. He leans forward, hands a breath away from brushing against Roxas' fingers, which splay out on the cold ground. "You're not a freak, you know," Axel insists with a quiet mutter.

Shimmering eyes peer up at him in the gloom. "I am," Roxas breathes out and his open-palmed hand closes into a fist.

"You're not. You're special and unique." Axel lays his hand on top of the clenched fist.

Roxas sniffles and looks down at their hands. "Your horns are really real?"

"As real as yours."

Roxas lets out a tremendous breath. "So, me grabbing you like that…" Blue eyes suddenly go wide and round. "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I thought...those pricks set this up or something." He looks at Axel; looks at his horns, studying them, in wonder.

Axel is still confused as to what is happening, but he wants to make it right between them...and maybe not just to shore up his chance of getting a feed. He can't imagine what it must be like to be the only meatsack to have horns. That fact boggles his mind. "You're okay, right? I didn't hurt you?" he checks in and feeling a weird tenderness in his heart. He never knew he had this in himself. Maybe there is a word for it...but Axel doesn't know what it is.

"I'm okay. So...your horns are real and no one's set you up to make fun of me or.. anything else...right?"

"Yeah. Why's that hard to believe?"

"Don't you get funny looks? Don't you get teased and bullied and...called names?" There is a desperate urgency in Roxas' voice and even in his body language, because he leans in a little closer toward Axel, with his clenched fist trembling slightly. "Don't you get hurt for being different? I've tried to find people like me online. I've found some. You should join our group. There's so few of us, but we all try and support each other as much as we can."

"Your horns are so small though. Surely, no one can see them." Axel doesn't quite see how it is a very big issue.

"It's...not just that. It's—don't you get shit for how you look? How do you deal with it?"

"I don't let anyone give me shit. I dealt with those creeps who were trying to...what were they going to do with you?" Axel asks and a small niggle of upset burns inside over not having done worse to them.

Roxas' brows furrow and his nose scrunches up in distaste. "Um...Axel...c-can I...touch them—your horns, I mean."

Axel exhales sharply and takes note of Roxas avoiding his question. Truthfully, he wants to avoid Roxas' question too. There is a whole world of discomfort there which he doesn't care to get into. He's not here for getting to know meatsacks. He's here for survival...and pleasure.

Axel pushes everything else aside and focuses on the endearing quality of Roxas' voice and the shimmering blue eyes and the nervous lip bite. If the meatsack asked to touch anything else—his wings—his tail—his cock...But that request...it's not something that's usually—if ever—done. Not between demons. But Roxas isn't one. Plus, Axel fondled Roxas just moments before. It's only fair for Roxas to make that request of him.

Axel blinks rapidly, catching himself having these thoughts. He doesn't know why he's trying to justify it in his head, but he is. He finds himself nodding and tilting forward, giving Roxas easier access, even as he wonders why he is doing this right now. "Just be gentle," he whispers and feels an excited thrill run through his body over doing something so incredibly taboo, and yet so sinfully good.

Axel watches Roxas nod and press his lips together in concentration as he reaches out. Axel's horn still feels tender. A slight nerve pain pulses down his synapses, but as small, cool hands touch the base of him a molten fire cascades down his spine. Axel strains to keep the deep moan inside. Hands spark electricity inside Axel's body and he wants to lean into the touches that travel up and down the bumpy ridges of his horns. He wants hands to rub and stroke him firmer. All ideas of the shame he should be feeling right now are non-existent. Axel closes his eyes, focusing on the way fingertips run up both his horns, making him shiver and smile. Roxas' sweet scent prickles Axel's nose. He leans closer, letting Roxas sweep his hands up and back down over the full length of Axel's horns. Roxas' hands grasp a little tighter and then his dulled fingertips press against the tips of Axel's horns. The demon can't keep it inside anymore; he moans from satisfaction, his spine tingling, and his hunger growing tenfold.

Axel pries his eyes open to see Roxas staring at him, mouth hanging open and eyes wide. "It feels nice for you too?" Roxas asks, his voice quavering a little.

Axel nods and bites his lip, but it doesn't stop the whimper from escaping as Roxas rubs, massages, and scrapes his fingernails back along the underside of Axel's horns, all the way back up to their girthy base. A heady pleasure drips and pools ever deeper into Axel's groin, stirring and wetting his cock and slicking his ass. Palms stroke him more vigorously and somewhere in the back of Axel's mind, he wonders if Roxas knows and understands what he is really doing to him right now.

Axel's tail and fingers twitch. He feels like putty in Roxas' amazing hands and oddly enough doesn't feel like he has any willpower left to force this back into his own favor. A warm knot tightens in his stomach and he can feel the wet of his pants against his thighs. "Roxas," he manages to dredge up from somewhere deep inside. He somehow keeps his eyes open long enough to hold that big blue gaze.

"Yeah?"

Licking his lips he gently says, "What can I give you?"

Roxas' Adam's apple bobs and he rubs his lips together. Thumbs and forefingers still rub at the base of Axel's horns when Roxas says, low in his throat, "Make my night memorable, like you said you would."

Axel hums, rusty and low. "What is your deepest wish?"

"Touch...my horns."

Axel doesn't even balk at those words. He simply nods, his eyes half-lidded, and his body heavy and soaking with desire. All fortification around not looking like he's drunk on craving this meatsack goes out the window. He reaches for Roxas, sinking his fingertips into soft hair, finding the small, velvety protrusions; he begins to rub. Roxas gasps, shaky and high-strung. He arches his back and pushes into Axel's touch, whilst continuing to fondle Axel's horns with a tightening grip. The motion steals Axel's breath for a moment. He lets out a stuttering gasp, barely able to see straight, but he does notice the way Roxas' head lolls back and hears that long whimper, which ends in a deep, erotic moan. The flames of Axel's desires are fanned, in the depths of his stomach.

They both work their hands over each other's horns, pumping. Axel lets himself slip and sink against Roxas, making all distance between them vanish. He rests his forehead against Roxas' shoulder and feels warm pants of breath against his hair and ear. They do this for about a minute more before Roxas, between gasps, says, "I want more. Let's go in the car?"

Axel growls from the pit of his hardening stomach. He puffs, pants, and nods. Neither of them move, though. They stay on the ground, increasing their rubs against each other's horns. Axel can't get enough of Roxas jerking the base of his two horns in the cradle of his thumb and fingers. He also can't stop rubbing the little nodules on top of Roxas' head with the length of his thumbs. Pungent sex stings against Axel's nostrils. Roxas' essence is leaking out. Axel wants to taste it, and that need outweighs the pleasure that the horn stimulation causes him, so he finally finds the strength to stop touching the meatsack, and to get up, losing contact with the hands. His whole body tingles. His sac and cock feel too full and heavy. His ass drips. A hungry hole sits in his stomach. He pulls Roxas up and they stagger over to the rustbucket.

The door on the side they are at has long gone. The backseat of the vehicle is still upholstered, though the dark fabric is visibly stained, grubby, and has been torn in spots, exposing the yellow foam inside. Axel lets Roxas crawl in first and follows after, ducking his head and squeezing his wings in, only just fitting.

The space smells and is very cramped, but Axel's libido and need screams at him. Roxas' libido seems of much the same mind because as soon as Axel comes to rest before him their lips lock together. Axel is only mildly surprised. He tastes Roxas' lips, salty and tangy from tears. Roxas' full-bodied, sweet and heady scent is delicious. A thrilling thump vibrates through Axel's body and he parts his lips, inviting Roxas inside. Roxas takes the invitation instantaneously pushing into and against Axel.

Their limbs tangle together and they both hum and murmur their pleasure into each other's mouths. Hands roam. Axel works on undoing Roxas' pants, slipping his hands inside, but when he gets to touching soft skin and brushes past rough hairs, Roxas pulls back and pushed against Axel.

Axel huffs, licks his lips, and hums, "Something the matter?" he thrums with heavy need.

"I...uh...I…" Roxas continues to stammer, not making eye contact. He fiddles with his oversized green sweatshirt.

"I want your cock in me," Axel says, not sure what the hold up is and hoping that this will clarify and soothe whatever is worrying Roxas.

"Um...okay...but...I get really...I don't want you to see me. It's embarrassing." Roxas looks away.

"Nothing that we're about to do could be embarrassing. Nothing that you have could be embarrassing." Axel leans forward and, with a finger under Roxas chin, gently lifts and turns that worried face toward himself.

"It is to me, though." Roxas' cheeks feel hot to the touch.

Axel smiles softly and plants a kiss on his lips. Parting again, he says, "I'll turn around. I won't see anything." He maneuvers himself, careful not to snag his wings claws on anything, or knock Roxas out. Axel undoes his pants as he moves, sliding them down to expose himself to the cold night air and leans over the back of the seat, watching his head.

A muffled sound of surprise is let out from Roxas. "Y-you have a...a…"

"Tail." Axel whips it around, snaking and rubbing it between Roxas' legs and against Roxas' groin, where Axel can feel a significant wet patch.

Roxas gasps and for a moment is quiet. Axel smirks to himself, fully aware of how the friction his tail produces is giving Roxas pleasure. But after a few moments, a disgruntled sound follows and Roxas catches Axel's tail between his hands and pulls gently at it.

Axel giggles. "That tickles."

"Sorry."

"No. I like that," he says over his shoulder. Normally, he wouldn't like anyone touching him and yanking at him, but...for some reason, he really doesn't care with Roxas. In fact, he wants Roxas to touch him everywhere.

"Your tail, and wings, and horns...they're all real, right? It's not some weird...animatronics?" Roxas mutters.

Axel chuckles, not knowing what the meatsack means with that word, but not caring for clarification either. "Everything about me is real." He spreads his wings apart to make way for Roxas and to illustrate his point. A little coo of surprise leaves Roxas, which makes Axel smirk even wider. The next thing he feels is his tail being released and Roxas' body pressing up against his back. That contact makes Axel purr loudly and he lets his tail dance around and do whatever it wants, which by and large, seems to be going exploring under Roxas' clothes.

Roxas giggles and his hands gently pull at Axel's tail. "Stop that."

The waistband of Roxas' pants and between the cleft of his cheeks, making Roxas yelp with a, "Hey!"

"What can I say? Pretzel really likes you and wants us to get it on." Axel titters, giddy with the prospect of being filled up and fed.

Roxas strokes the base of Axel's tail, where it joins to his body. "Pretzel? Your tail has a name and a mind of its own?" he asks, sounding incredulous.

Axel turns around a little, grinning, "Yeah."

Roxas snorts and yanks the tail out from his pants. It curls around his wrist. "Axel." An exasperated eye-roll is followed by a huff.

"Pretzel likes you. I like you. C'mere," Axel leans toward Roxas rather awkwardly, wing-span making it difficult to turn, but Roxas meets him halfway and their lips touch. Axel surrenders to Roxas' delving tongue and enjoys the shivers of pleasure that fingertips brushing against his sides and rump elicit in him.

They keep kissing and Axel, with the willing participation of his tail, pulls Roxas' hand around toward his dripping erection. His tail released Roxas' wrist as Roxas grasps his shaft. Axel groans happily, and Roxas hums before he says, "Wow, holy shit, you're soaking...and…" Roxas can't get his fingers around the circumference of Axel's cock, though he tries, "massive," he breathes out against Axel's lips with a shudder. Roxas palms the head of Axel's penis, and then grasps his shaft again, pumping a few times and exploring what he can't see. Axel chuckles. Being what he is, and centuries of unencumbered feeding have left him well endowed.

Every stroke of Roxas' hand strengthens the flutters in Axel's stomach. But this isn't what he's seeking from Roxas. Not his own pleasure. Not like this. "I'm ready for you," he encourages.

"You're not. I need to prep you." Roxas fondles Axel's cockhead, wetting his hand on him.

Axel smiles to himself. "I don't need that." He pushes his ass back against Roxas. His tail twitches in anticipation and wraps around Roxas' thigh like a snare. The tip of his tail flicks against Roxas' clothed erection and balls in excitement. Axel likes what he feels between Roxas' legs. He wants it inside himself. "Trust me, I'm ready for you," he voices with intent.

Roxas hums—giggles—Axel's tail rubs with fervor. "Stop that," Roxas titters.

"I need your dick out."

Roxas seems to finally get the point and stops stroking Axel. He runs his wet hand over Axel's flank and back to his ass: caressing, kneading, spreading.

A small gasp out of Roxas makes Axel smirk. "You're…" Roxas' fingers skirt Axel's dripping puckering. "So wet."

"Told you I'm ready for you."

Roxas rubs against Axel and pushes a finger in.

"I stretch real easy. You don't have to—"

"I want to. I want to feel you." Roxas pushes more fingers in—deep.

Axel gasps and pitches his backside toward Roxas, easing onto fingers. He has missed this feeling and the heady pleasure of getting ready to feed. The meatsack wanting to do this to him steals his breath and twitches his hunger inside. Axel makes himself comfortable, widening his stance. He smiles into the crook of his arm. He's still hanging over the back of the pungent-smelling upholstered car seat, but he won't let that impact the pleasure he is about to receive. He pushes his rump toward Roxas some more and can hear a melodic and strong heartbeat behind himself.

At last, the sound of a zipper unfastening comes as pure music to his sensitive ears. He breathes out with pleasure and relief. His insides are starving, his energy low. Tonight has been really draining for him, but he is about to get his reward and is so glad that he has run into this particular meat—Roxas. Axel tries to keep the tremble of excited anticipation at bay as Roxas grabs his hips and presses the girthy, hot flesh between Axel's ass cheeks and rubs himself there.

A trembling sound of pleasure escapes Roxas' mouth.

Axel hums and sighs out. A thick, sweet scent catches in his nostrils. Axel can almost taste it on his tongue: Roxas' essence. He can hardly wait to savor it all.

The motion against Axel's ass continues. Roxas rubs himself there with no shame and pure pleasure. Axel is all for providing pleasure, but the teasing tests him. He's too hungry. "Push into me. Stretch me out. Go ahead." He can't keep the shake out of his voice.

"I think...I need to stretch you more."

Axel shakes his head. "No need. You did enough. Feels better when it's tight." He pushes back, maddening at the sensation of his desire pressed flush against him, instead of inside him. His tail curls around Roxas' cock—Axel turns a fraction, surprised to the actual girth. He purrs and licks his lips. "You're huge."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I love huge things. I'm so wet for you. Go on." Gently, he wiggles his butt and snakes his tail around Roxas' upper thigh, pressing it up against the underside of the heavy sac.

Roxas whimpers. "Okay. I'll go slow." He shifts his hips back. The tip of his erection finally points the right way and rubs Axel the right way.

"We ready?" Axel asks.

"Yeah, I think so. I'm sorry...I hope I won't hurt you."

That is all the warning Axel gets. Roxas pushes into him and groans.

Axel moans with rusty satisfaction. The stretch is so wide. So slow. The deeper that thick shaft goes the more intense the tingles grow and shoot further up his spine. He wasn't expecting this much of a stretch. He continues to mumble and moan into his arm. The suppressed groan Roxas lets out comes as delicious music to Axel's ears; the tight grip on his hips, divine.

"Fuck, you're so big," Axel gets out once Roxas is all the way inside him.

With a wheeze, Roxas says, "It doesn't hurt, does it? I'm so sorry."

Axel throws his head back a bit, catching a glimpse of Roxas in his periphery. He wraps his wings around Roxas, giving him a hug of reassurance and his tail is going crazy with anticipation, brushing and twitching all over Roxas' body. "I'm good. I'm so good. Fuck me, Roxas. Use that cock of yours and ram me, baby."

He flashes a smile, but it devolves into an open-mouthed moan because Roxas does start moving and rocking into him with great force and speed. The grip on Axel's body only tightens. With his wings pressed around Roxas, and his tail exploring, he can feel the rippling strength in sinewed back-muscles underneath the clothes.

Roxas groans deep in his throat. It grows with animalistic ferocity and so does the strength of his thrusts. Axel grips the back of the car seat, his knuckles turning white and he gives voiceless gasps and moans. Roxas takes his breath away with the fullness and pressure of his cock inside himself. He can taste the strong scent that has been in his nostrils since meeting Roxas. It trickles into him, completely intoxicating and delicious. The car rocks and creaks with the raw ferocity of Roxas' fucking. Axel enjoys that too.

Roxas' nails dig into Axel, making him tingle and shiver. Both of them moan. Axel leaks like a broken faucet, front and back. He bites the upholstery and squeezes around Roxas' big intrusion. He yelps, but it's muffled against the fabric, as Roxas bites his shoulder with a whimper. Roxas nudges into Axel at a frantic pace and his orgasm shoots up into Axel, surprising the demon completely. Intense tingles of pleasure rush through Axel's whole body. He can taste the sharp tang in the back of his throat; sweet and salty. Delicious. Heady and thick, like treacle. Warm and nourishing as it fills him up to the brim, scratching an insatiable hunger that Axel has grown accustomed to over the last few months. Axel thinks—through his euphoric mind fog—that this is the best thing he's tasted in his entire life.

Roxas continues to bite down hard against him, but Axel doesn't feel it. The meatsacks' orgasm rushing out, and flowing into him, numbs everything. He does hear the soft whimpering, endearing high-pitched mewling, and then the harsh, exhausted breaths, as Roxas puffs against Axel's back.

Everything inside of Axel tingles. His skin is hot, as are his insides, which he can feel reacting to Roxas' essence and sexual energy. It seeps into his pores and cells, fortifying, building, and making him stronger and bigger, and fuck if he doesn't want another serving of that delicious meal. He pushes off the back of the car seat, using his tail and wings to maneuver Roxas in as gentle a way as possible to lay back flat against the seat. Roxas looks flushed and his heart hammers rapidly. He's limp and floppy and smiling from ear to ear.

"I didn't—hurt you—did I?" Roxas rasps between deep inhales.

"No. Fuck, I want more, Roxas." Usually, he's above begging, especially if he's already had a feed, but...this meatsack is an exception. He looks down at the happy looking little creature. Insatiable hunger bubbles up inside of Axel. "I want my cock so far up you that you see stars. I want you to cum again and again. In my ass, in my mouth. Let me fuck you—let me in you."

Roxas visibly shivers and nods. "In me. I need you in me," he pants.

Axel bends down, kisses Roxas and pushes his tongue into him deeply. Not breaking their kiss, he pulls Roxas down along the seat and underneath himself a little more, so he won't hit his head or horns when he's fully inside of the small meatsack. Axel's tail yanks at cargo pants and Axel pulls them down further, breaking their kiss because he is curious to see Roxas' cock. He has to stoop, so as not to hit his head on the low ceiling, but it doesn't obscure the impressive sight he spies. Roxas' erection had felt impressive inside himself and it still looks it, even in its semi-hard glory. It is big and thick and no wonder it provided such a hearty meal.

Axel strokes himself, slickening up his fingers with his own pre-cum. Roxas watches him closely. Axel smirks, loving the desire he sees in the blue stare. He rubs his fingers together, spreading the wetness, and with his tail maneuvers Roxas' leg so he has more space to get at Roxas' ass. He probes Roxas' hole with a finger, and then two, and then three. Roxas squirms and one hand reaches up, caressing Axel over his clothes, up to his neck, into his hair, and a nail brushes against one of his horns, making Axel's insides spasm. His desire to be inside of Roxas is tremendous. He pulls his fingers out, slides halfway off the seat, with one leg on the floor of the vehicle and his other leg bent on the seat cushion and he pushes his hot, hard erection against Roxas, going very slow because he is very big.

"Holy fucking shit balls," Roxas exclaims, arching his back and craning his neck back.

"Shh, shh. I'll go slow," Axel puffs, working hard to restrain himself. "Relax."

Roxas groans and pants "All of it. I need—all of it—inside," he demands, through grit teeth.

The groan Roxas gives nearly makes Axel ram himself to his hilt into Roxas, but he grips the seat cushions and holds back. He doesn't want to rip Roxas open, so he keeps edging in deeper at a steady pace, pulling out a little but pushing in a bit more. Sounds seep out of Roxas. His eyes are shut tight while one of his hands hold a fistful of Axel's hair. The occasional finger brushes against a horn. Roxas' other hand is on his own erection, teasing and pulling at himself. Axel needs both of his hands to steady himself so he just drinks up the view of Roxas below, completely at his mercy and enjoying every moment of being stretched incredibly wide.

Axel sighs with satisfaction once he's all the way inside of Roxas. His balls hang low and heavy against Roxas' warm skin and they both take a breather, enjoying the sensations running through their bodies.

"God, you've got such a huge cock. I've never had something so big," Roxas pants.

Axel smirks. "Ready?"

Roxas lets out a deep groan. "Ready. Let me have it."

Axel tilts his hips, Roxas gasps. The tight fit around his cock is gratifying. Every flinch and sound out of Roxas nourishes Axel as he gently offers up shallow thrusts.

"Hurry up, I need it!" Roxas demands, through grit teeth. He thumps a clenched fist against Axel's shoulder. Axel chuckles and starts fucking Roxas, who pants and squeezes his eyes shut tight. Axel's fingers dig into the upholstery, ripping into it as he searches for a better grip. Roxas keeps incrementally huffing out, "Harder," which Axel obliges with. Soon the car rocks from side to side and rusted metal screeches loudly. It barely covers Roxas' screams of "Fuck, yes! More, more! Deeper. God, Axel, fuck! That cock!"

Axel's breath runs ragged and he coasts around the edge of his own pleasure; a tingling in his cock, a faint pull on his insides. He takes great pleasure in the act of stimulating his cock like this. He can happily ride this sensation for hours if the right partner comes along. He somehow doesn't think Roxas is it, however. Yet he doesn't mind. It gladdens his heart to be causing the wall of pleasurable sounds to emanate from this small meatsack.

He thinks he'll happily endure more of his wings cramping, and his tail snagging on something sharp, just to keep this little creature singing for him. He keeps rolling his hips, despite the cramped and uncomfortable quarters he finds himself in. Focusing on Roxas' leaking erection below him and the hand that dances across it furiously is immensely gratifying to watch. Roxas' sweatshirt soaks up all of Roxas' juices. He's never seen a male meatsack gush so much. He's very impressed and rather desperate to have that sweet nectar flowing into his mouth or ass. The more he keeps eyeing Roxas' thick and throbbing erection, the hungrier he gets for more of Roxas' essence.

Axel can feel the pool of pre-cum that's below them. His ass still leaks, wanting more of Roxas. His cock inside of Roxas also keeps gushing with delight. He keeps pounding Roxas, eager and needy for another feed. He wants to press his mouth around Roxas' cockhead, and drink down the delicious sweetness when the meatsack comes undone.

Roxas grips Axel's horn and yanks.

Axel freezes, breathing harshly.

"Why're you stopping?" comes Roxas' plaintive whine.

"Let go."

Roxas realizes and a look of mortification crosses his face. "Sorry!"

Axel huffs and finds a smile to give the meatsack. "You're taking so long."

"So are you," Roxas shoots back, whilst still frantically jerking himself off.

Axel chuckles and decides to play dirty. He forces his tail up, stroking Roxas' face before ending up at his horns where he rubs. Roxas' frantic hand movement stops, he arches his back, and in an instant, Axel catches sight of Roxas' sac tightening. He pulls out of the little meatsack, scooches back, peels the hand off the cock and fits his mouth around the top of Roxas' head, engulfing him and sucking softly.

Roxas wails with pleasure. He grips Axel's horns, that are right there at his fingertips, and squeezes. Axel forgets how to breathe for a moment but refocuses and swallows the rest of Roxas' cock down into his throat, sucking long and deep. Roxas' voice breaks as he cums explosively into Axel's mouth moments later.

Energy courses through him and the taste is incredible, but the amount of it catches Axel completely off guard. He swallows as fast and as hard as he can, while waves of Roxas' pleasure smash into him, stoking his own pleasure and satisfaction. Axel is accosted by the stimulating feelings and contents spilling into, and out the sides of his mouth for a long 15 seconds. By the end, Axel is left breathing hard, almost completely having drowned in the amount of cum Roxas had gushed out.

Roxas lays sprawled against the seat cushions, looking almost completely lifeless, if not for his ragged breathing and occasional twitches of his fingers. Axel smiles to himself and licks his lips, not wanting to waste a single drop. He leans down further between Roxas' legs and laps up everything that his mouth hadn't been able to take.

Roxas shudders and giggles as Axel licks his skin clean. The taste of Roxas is addictive. The little meatsack's energy courses through Axel, making his whole body feel alive and on fire. It satisfies the hungry itch he's been feeling for too many months. He knows it's not enough—he needs more if he plans to survive another year in the Hearth—but for now, Roxas' essence satisfies him on a very personal level, so he doesn't mind spending more time with the creature. He slides into the small gap between Roxas and the backrest of the car seat and drapes himself half on top of Roxas and lays his head down next to him, pressing their foreheads together. Roxas' breath blows against him. He smells of sweet, salt, and sex. Axel takes many deep breaths and sighs out with glee. There is a tranquil moment of bliss, which is only interrupted by Axel's tail idly flicking and rubbing itself over Roxas' thigh and side.

"Stop it, Pretzel," Roxas chuckles, slow and low in his throat, sounding tired, but satisfied.

"It's such a bad tail," Axel criticizes his appendage and receives a whipping lash to his own backside. "Ow," he exclaims, and Roxas laughs more.

"It really has a mind of its own?" Roxas tilts his head away from Axel and they look at each other.

Axel smiles at the flushed face before himself. Roxas' eyes somehow look a little lighter but he pays it no mind. "When there are naked bodies and sex, yeah. It does whatever it wants."

Roxas gives a disbelieving hum and cocks an eyebrow at Axel.

"I swear," Axel tries at defending his innocence.

Roxas titters some more. "So, what are you? Your tail, and wings—your ass?—the people I've found online...none of us have any of those things. We have horns, that's about it."

Axel thinks he should at least try a little bit to disguise himself. Telling meatsacks about other worlds isn't really done. There is a certain secretive nature about the demon agenda. "I'm unique?" he tries to brush off.

"You definitely are that." Roxas brushes his hand against Axel's bare backside, in particular, focusing on the base of his tail.

"Thanks," Axel hums, enjoying the touch.

"What are you?" Roxas tries again.

"An amazing lay," he deflects again.

Roxas gives an exhausted-sounding chuckle in the back of his throat. "You are, but that's not what I mean."

Axel weighs up his choices. He can keep deflecting until Roxas loses interest. He can lie, though he's not sure how convincing that would even be. Would it be so bad if he tells the truth? Would Roxas even believe him? He's never divulged to any meatsack what he really is. Mostly because he has stuck to visiting these creatures while they sleep and so the lusty feeding frenzy can mostly be chalked up to a really good sex-dreams. Though in the last few centuries Axel has gone out more and engaged the meatsacks in amicable conversation before the conversations stop and the feeding starts. But this situation...this is completely out of the realm of normal conventions and scenarios for him. He tries one more time to turn this around. "What would it mean to you to know?"

"Everything. If you're...if you're like me I wanna know how long it will take for my horns to grow as big as yours. If I had massive 'fuck-off' ram horns like you, then no one would mess with me. Peter's ones are the biggest. We send each other photos. But his are still nowhere as amazing as yours. So how old are you? 'Cause he's like fifty, though he does say he's always filed his down, so I guess they might be longer if he hadn't done that?" Roxas says, almost as an aside to himself.

The idea of filing his horns down gives Axel a terrible painful shudder down his spine. "He defiles himself like that?"

"Well, yeah. It's not easy to be looked at every day of your life and be judged. I'm kind of scared and hope mine don't get much bigger. But if they do get bigger I want them to be menacing like yours."

It touches Axel's heart to be thought of as menacing. And oddly enough, Axel can relate to the underlying sentiment Roxas shares. He's always judged and assessed by the meatsacks when he visits the realms beyond his own. The exhaustion he felt at the parties is all but a faint memory, thanks to Roxas' energy coursing through his body, and yet... thinking about those eyes on him, and the physical exertion of being pulled in every which direction, tolls on him. Axel feels deep relief over none of that pressure existing whilst in Roxas' company. Why things are like this is a complete mystery, but a completely welcomed one. "Have you ever done that to yourself?" Axel asks, referring to the horns and wary of the response. He hopes Roxas hasn't. Something about filing away one's horns makes him very sad.

"No. But I'd be lying if I said I've never thought about it."

Axel frowns at Roxas and reaches out to him, touching the soft pliable skin on his cheek. "If you're so worried about what others think and how they treat you, what's stopping you from doing it?"

A frown wrinkles Roxas' brow. "The pain. I once bumped my head when I was getting something out of a cupboard. It was worse than being kicked in the balls—I'm really sorry for how I grabbed you before." Blue eyes look up toward Axel's horns.

Axel makes a dismissive sound in his throat. "It's okay."

"But other than that...um...it feels nice to touch myself like that…" Roxas says, low and husky whilst avoiding making eye contact with Axel for a moment, "I...it's not something I want to lose. I see a doctor about this. I don't tell him how nice it feels to be touched though. I'm scared someone will do something to me if I make it out to be anything other than a weird cell mutation or freakish growth." Roxas' lips rub together and he finally looks back up at Axel. "I haven't even told my mom about this stuff. I don't know why I'm telling you...Well...I guess if anyone understands, it would be you." Roxas looks at Axel smiling a little. "So...how do you deal with it? How do you get people to leave you alone? No one said anything about you at the party. Troy...that fucking bastard," a quiet fury flashes across Roxas' face, "he's always teasing me and pushing me around, but then he's happy to make out with me? And he sees you and wants to make out with you without you ever even saying a word to him? What the fuck is with that? Is it your horns? If I looked more badass would my life be different? If I stopped trying to fit in would it all be easier?" Roxas' questions keep coming.

The rambling basically decides it for Axel. He feels pity for Roxas at that moment. He wants to help him in some small way...even if that is just to understand the difference. He interrupts Roxas, "To answer your question...I'm a thousand eight hundred and thirteen years old...but who's counting."

The questions stop tumbling out and Roxas stares, his mouth hangs open—and then almost flapping, "Wha-whoa-who-how? What?"

"I'm not a meatsack."

"Meat...Meatsack?" Roxas' nose wrinkles.

"It's what you are and what I'm not."

"You're not..." Realization seems to dawn as confusion falls away and the frowning lines on Roxas' brows even out. "We...yeah, okay, I didn't think you were, but just...I needed to hear it from you," he mutters. "Um...we call ourselves humans, by the way, thank you very much." An air of indignation and arrogance hangs about Roxas. Never mind that they are half-naked, pressed together, and completely wet from the waist down.

Axel can't help but laugh. He admires the spunk. "Well, I stand corrected. But if it makes you feel better, you're one very seductive meatsack." He quirks an eyebrow at Roxas, who chortles.

"Human. Person. I refuse to be a meat or a sack."

Axel rolls his eyes, playfully. "Fine, whatever. Mr. Not-A-Sack-Person."

"Thank you. So what are you? A demon of some kind? Do they exist? I guess they do...I just fucked a demon and let one fuck me. Holy shit." Roxas' hand goes to his face where he holds himself for a disbelieving moment.

Axel sniggers. "There are different types of us demons. I'm an incubus."

"Whassat?"

"Wanna guess?" Axel leans in until their noses touch. He quickly dives in and pecks at Roxas' lips before backing off again.

Roxas hums and taps his lips in thought. "Is it...do you stack dishes really well?"

"Huh?"

"Do you...incubate hens eggs? Bet you're a real chick magnet. A fantastic lay." Roxas guffaws, explosive and shrill.

"I'd rather be a cock magnet, and you'll be a good judge of what my laying is like." Axel smirks at Roxas and enjoys the mirth dancing on the little meatsack's face.

The amusement blinks out and Roxas' eyes slip halfway shut. The lewd sound of his hum stirs Axel right up.

"You're incredible. My cock doesn't want to be anywhere else but inside you," Roxas rumbles with a quiet seduction, which sinks into Axel's belly and really surprises him. Roxas leans toward Axel's face and speaks against his lips, "Does incubus mean 'fuck machine?' 'Cause that's what I want right now. A good—hard—fuck."

Roxas' scent wafts and intoxicates. It somehow smells stronger and Axel wants to taste it and have it flooding all his senses again. He can't find words right now. He just wants Roxas' sweet and salty essence inside himself. He parts his lips and licks at Roxas' lips. Roxas' mouth also opens and his tongue protrudes. They lick each other's tongues and lips for a sloppy moment before their open mouths collide in a hungry and searing kiss.

Axel rolls onto Roxas, bracing himself on arms and knees, so not to have his full weight crushing the meatsack. Axel rocks a little, dragging the head of his building erection between Roxas' thighs. He can feel Roxas' own erection forming and brushing against his abdomen. Axel purrs, almost unable to fathom how he completely lucked out with this meatsack and his filling and copious amounts of feed.

He moves up a little more, wanting the head of Roxas' penis to brush up against the space between his tail and anus. Their kiss disconnects and Axel rights himself as much as he can in the narrow space. His wings snag on something and in a moment of irritable fury Axel jerks and gives a hard tug to dislodge himself.

"Maybe we should go back to my place? We'll have more space," Roxas offers, propping himself up on his elbows.

Axel looks back down at Roxas. His eyes wander between Roxas' erection—drizzling delectably—and Roxas' face. He wants it now—inside himself—but the promise of more space is also enticing—but Roxas' erection...Axel groans, torn in two.

"It's not far from here," Roxas supplies.

That makes Axel sigh, whether with resignation or relief he doesn't know. "Well...as long as it's bigger than this space I'm up for anywhere really. Though...we can just do it outside if you want. Bend me over this shit heap and fuck me raw."

Roxas bites his lower lip and his eyes drink in the sight of Axel's engorgement, but he squeezes his eyes shut and says, "The faster we get outta here the faster we can be naked and touching each other. Besides...I've got a big comfy bed and my mom's out, so...we can be as loud as we wanna be."

The decision is made. Axel resigns himself to it and starts backing out as quickly as he can whilst also being very careful of his wings, tail, and head. "C'mon then. I'll fly us there."

Roxas follows, with amazement on his face. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." Axel's finally out of the cramped space. He groans and stretches his wings and arms wide. His tail swings with elation. When he opens his eyes he can see Roxas, half hanging out of the car, eyeing his lower body parts. Axel smirks and casually pulls his costume pants back up. "You either do me here, right now, or you quit staring at me like that."

"Oh. Right. Right." Roxas shakes his head, gets up and tucks himself away.

Axel has to admit he is disappointed over having to wait, but some of that disappointment is negated as Roxas comes closer to be held. Roxas cranes his head up to look at him. Axel smiles down and pulls the meatsack close to himself, stooping down a little so Roxas can reach and clasp his arms around Axel's neck. Axel leans down further, scoops Roxas up, holds him around the waist and under the back of his legs, and launches up into the air. Roxas gasps, buries his head into Axel's chest, and grips him tight. Axel chuckles as he flaps his wings and adjusts himself; flying with more load is something he isn't accustomed to. Roxas isn't too heavy and once Axel catches an updraft and a bit of an air current, it's all easy gliding for the most part.

Roxas holds on for dear life, but he's also making all sorts of sounds of wonderment which Axel can't help but find adorable. They don't head for Roxas' house straightaway. Axel wants to keep holding Roxas. He listens to the enchanting amazement flowing out of the little creature, so Axel does a lap of the breadth of the small city.

Roxas points at trees, houses, lights in the distance. He remarks at how amazing and gorgeous it all is and as Axel looks at Roxas' face—his wide eyes and jubilant smile, tufts of hair blowing and whipping every which way, revealing tiny white horns—he can't help but think the same thing.

After the scenic tour and many grins and excited giggles out of Roxas, and a small kiss Roxas steals from Axel, they refocus on what they both actually want. Roxas gets his bearings again and hands out instructions, eventually pointing at a black roof with a bit of a yard in the front and back. Axel makes toward it, circling, bat-like wings flapping and gliding them both down to the ground. He lands softly and lets go of Roxas reluctantly, helping to steady him as Roxas wobbles a little from the jaunty joyride.

Axel follows Roxas to the big wooden door with a metal number 13 on it. He looks at the white stone walls and the bushes near the porch. Roxas digs around his pockets, pulls out keys and unlocks the door. "Do I have to invite you in?" Roxas asks as he pushed the door ajar.

"Well, that would be nice. But...I'm not a vampire or something. I can just come into whatever house I want." He winks at Roxas, who snorts and rolls his eyes while sporting a big grin.

"I'll invite you inside anyway. And then I'll invite you to come inside me too." A wicked grin bursts onto Roxas' face. "So please, Axel, welcome to my home."

Axel doesn't lose time following Roxas inside, making sure to not scratch the wood or paint of the door and walls. The inside is dim until a light comes on. The hallway is narrow, made even more so by decorative sculptures and vases precariously placed on wobbly-looking drawers and stands. Axel is very self-conscious and pulls his wings and tail in as he walks toward Roxas, who is at the foot of the stairs, doing a terrible job of suppressing a laugh behind his hand.

"What?" Axel snarls with a gruff undertone.

"You remind me of a bull in a China shop."

Axel doesn't understand what that means. "I'm also a bull under the sheets." He passes by several doors either side of himself and joins Roxas at the stairs.

Roxas surveys him. Hunger, plain as day, written all over his face. Axel finds it odd to see that look on a meatsack, but he doesn't comment on it as his mind is consumed by thoughts of carnal pleasures. Only the touch of his hand being grasped pulls him out of the daydream.

They ascend the stairs. Axel continues to keep his wings pressed together as they pass paintings and photographs. He sees Roxas in a few images. The blond is smaller than he is now. A smiling woman, with auburn hair and deep sky-blue eyes like Roxas', stands next to him in most of the photographs. There is a distinct lack of a father.

Their footsteps come to a halt at a door by the end of the hall and Roxas pushed it open, stepping inside, and kicking his shoes off. Axel follows, also taking off his boots at the door, feeling grateful for the lack of confines. He much prefers being barefooted.

A table lamp is switched on at the desk which stands to the left of the door and the soft, warm orange light illuminates everything. White walls are more cream in this light. Some posters are stuck to the walls of people and things Axel doesn't recognize. There is also a stand-alone wardrobe, a chest of drawers, and a bookshelf with an assortment of books and little figurines adorning the shelves. But what Axel really takes an interest in, is the big bed under the large window. Multiple pillows are at the head of the bed, which has a black and white checkered design printed duvet covering it, but Roxas flings it back and off, revealing white sheets underneath.

Axel watches the blanket hit the floor, but his attention returns to Roxas, who's over there, sitting down on the mattress and pulling off his green sweatshirt, and unzipping his damp and stained pants. Axel still feels the wet clinging to his own clothes, which he starts peeling off himself. He wipes the drool from his mouth and flings his shirt aside. The fact that Roxas wants him like this, without him needing to deceive or make any real effort, is exciting. It's so exciting that he's groin aches and his ass hungers. Seeing Roxas' erection raising is the most gratifying thing. Getting aroused is never a challenge for Axel, but he finds himself harder and wetter than he can remember being in a very long while. That thought sends a shiver down his spine

Roxas curls his finger, beckoning Axel closer. It draws Axel in like a fish on a line.

"Axel, incubus-fuck-machine at your service," Axel says as Roxas' outstretched arms come in contact with his hips and pull him close and between Roxas' spread-apart legs.

Roxas gives a hard swallow and licks his lips. His breath tickles Axel's abdomen. A small kiss lands on his skin and Roxas' hot tongue travels up until his head is tilted so far back that his smile is easy to see. "Welcome to my room. Welcome to my bed."

Axel smirks down at Roxas' cheeky grin. "I want to hear your deepest desires. How can I please you?" Axel asks in a low rumble, burying his fingers into Roxas' hair.

"I...you've done it lots of ways, right?"

Axel nods and likes where this might be going. "Nothing you can say to me will surprise me."

A small sigh of relief leaves Roxas. "Can you...I want you to lick me—suck on me."

Axel smirks and begins to get down on his knees before Roxas. A hand presses against Axel's chest and Roxas shakes his head. "Not down there." His cheeks glow red and his breath rasps ragged.

Axel looks the small meatsack over for a moment. His hand's still buried in soft hair and his fingers twitch in sudden realization. "Your horns," he asks, just to be completely sure that's what Roxas wants.

Roxas struggles to maintain eye contact. His cheeks turn redder, but he nods. "I...it's one thing I've been wanting for the last two years now."

Axel takes a short, sharp breath. That's...the one thing he hadn't expected. He searches for the small little horns hidden amongst hair, with his eyes. Sucking horns...it's not done...but—Axel's finger grazes past one of the nodules. Roxas inhales a gasping breath. Flutters kick up inside of Axel. He wants to know what Roxas will sound like if he licks and sucks.

Axel raises his other hand to Roxas' head and holds and maneuvers Roxas toward himself. He stoops down a little. Roxas looks up, as best he can, his eyes incredibly wide and sparkling. A smile springs to Axel's lips. He leans down and places a kiss onto Roxas' lips, pulling away and whispers, "I live to please you."

Roxas' head bows down. Axel pushes the hair away and fondles the base of Roxas' horns between his thumbs and forefingers. The soft gasps out of Roxas make Axel's tail twitch. He swallows a lump in his throat, feeling a renewed flutter of nerves, along with arousal, springing up inside. He can hardly believe he is about to do this, but he wants to for Roxas.

Axel leans down a little more. Hairs tickle his face, and he keeps rubbing with his fingers. His breath must tickle Roxas because he giggles and hums. Axel sticks his tongue out and gives one of the horns a little lick. Roxas' giggle stifles and he gasps. Axel smirks and begins massaging the horn and swirling his tongue around. He thinks of Roxas as a soft treat, leans down further and encloses his mouth completely around the horn, sucking gently while fondling the other.

Huffs and vowels leave Roxas' throat. The meatsack wraps his arms around Axel's hips and rubs his face against Axel's skin, muffling his little sounds. Axel smiles and feels himself leak pretty badly. He uses his teeth, scraping them against Roxas' horn. He keeps fondling the other one and then swaps over, giving as much attention to that one as he just did the other one.

Huffs turn to puffs and Axel smells Roxas' heady musk and feels the meatsack's hot, wet cock against his leg as Roxas pulls him closer against his body. Searing hot wetness trickles out of Roxas and against Axel's skin. He's never met a meatsack that gushes like him. It's an inebriating thought and prickles the hairs at the back of Axel's neck. His hands leave Roxas' head, traveling down to slim shoulders where he gently pushes Roxas down without resistance. Axel doesn't lose contact with that tiny horn in his mouth. He keeps tending to it whilst mounting the bed.

They shuffle toward the middle of the bed in an awkward way. The sound of the sheets is that of thick plastic and it feels like that under Axel's knees. Rubber sheets maybe? If Roxas leaks like this all the time it doesn't surprise Axel at all. Roxas squirms and writhes under Axel's licking and sucking assault. His hips buck up and he groans out Axel's name with lusty, demanding overtones.

Axel pulls off Roxas long enough to say, "Alright, I'll give it to you, you greedy little imp.'

Roxas' pre-cum oozes everywhere. It streams from Axel's shaft and as well and his ass is slick. He swaps to suck on the other horn and with his free hand dips into the warm liquid which pools between them and smears his fingers across Roxas' stomach. He touches and lines himself up with Roxas' impressive erection. Lowering himself, he runs the tip of Roxas' head against his crack and the space between his anus and the base of his tail, making himself moan against Roxas' horn. Roxas also groans with volume and bucks up wildly.

Axel, being rather tall, has to hunch and curl himself up so he can ride Roxas and suck the little meatsack's horns. He manages it but has to stop sucking on Roxas, thrusting his head up for a moment to let out the satisfying groan of Roxas big cock stretching him open. Roxas' own grunt joins Axel's and their satisfied vocalizations harmonize. Axel rolls his hips. Roxas digs his nails into Axel's sides and gives a commanding, "Suck."

It makes Axel chuckle. He likes it. He likes Roxas. He returns to tending one of the small horns while rocking himself against Roxas' cock, which makes the meatsack mewl. Axel thinks he could drown in that sound and the pleasure that's building in his stomach.

The pace of their copulating grows frantic. Axel's tail flicks and curls around Roxas' leg and his tip pushes and rubs against Roxas' sac. Roxas grips Axel even tighter somehow in response. Axel blows air out of his nose with the strain and shear mouth-watering pleasure coursing through him. He grinds and nails himself on Roxas' hard cock. There is a sudden smell of sweet and salty tickling his nostrils and filling his lungs. Axel whimpers and fucks himself harder, bouncing up and down like a jackhammer. He wants it—wants every last drop. A guttural groan forces its way harshly out of Roxas. The sweet smell and taste grows to a pungent level and fingernails dig into Axel's rump and send a sharp pain up his spine. Roxas cums with an even louder shout and the fierce grip on Axel intensifies for a moment longer before fingers slowly start to soften.

Axel sucks in air through his nose and moans against the hair and bone in his mouth. Roxas' essence fills him up, feeds him, soothes him, empowers him. Every strong surge of Roxas' cum pumping into him shoots an electric tingle through him. It's the best rush, the fullest feeling, the most satisfying contentment there is to achieve in life. He pulls off Roxas, kissing both horns but keeps his ass on that cock. For a brief moment, Axel wonders if he can cut Roxas' cock off and just keep it inside himself forever.

Roxas shudders. Axel can hear the strong ba-dum of his heart. He looks down at that round, sweaty face. Roxas' hair is a mess. Axel's saliva, coupled with Roxas' sweat, clumps his hair together. Axel brushes at it.

Labored breathing gives way to words, "Wow, that was—just—wow," Roxas husks, his voice spent from his earlier ejaculations.

The smile Axel wears turns broader and a low chuckle bubbles out as tired blue eyes flutter open and rosy cheeks plump up with a sweet smile.

"Fuck. I've never—that was amazing. That was the best," Roxas rasps and clears his throat with a light cough.

"You're definitely a vocal one," Axel smiles warmly.

"It was just so good. I never imagined," Roxas shudders, "that it would be this good. I've...sex has never been so good. Oh my God. Fuck!" He throws his arm up to his face, burying himself in the crook of his elbow.

The amazement in Roxas' voice is an endless source of amusement. Axel knows he's good...but this reaction? He's never had one like this before. Roxas hadn't been like this in the car. Maybe it was the horns?

"Do all demons have horns?" Roxas asks.

Axel has to think about that for a moment. "A lot do. A lot don't."

"How do you guys get anything done? I'd just be getting mine sucked all day." Roxas arches his back and moans softly. His arm slides off his face and he stares, blissed out, up at the ceiling.

Axel chuckles and imagines Roxas lounging like he currently is, but in Axel's nest, back home, while he tends to the little meatsack. It's a really nice and alluring thought. It makes him laugh a little harder and smile too much because Roxas drags his eyes onto Axel and asks, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing." He trails an idle finger across Roxas' fleshy chest while he runs his tongue over his teeth. He can still feel Roxas in his mouth. It's a pleasant ghosting sensation and memory. "Touching other demons' horns is actually taboo."

"Taboo? Why?" With a strain, Roxas sits up. He rests on his elbows, looking up at Axel with wonderment.

The movement makes Axel aware of Roxas' shaft still buried inside himself. It makes him smile a little. "It's like…" Axel straightens up and rocks his hips against Roxas as he stretches out his wings to stop them from cramping. He wonders how he can put this delicately without freaking the meatsack or himself out. "How would you say it...horns...are sacred."

"Sacred?"

Axel thinks about his use of the word. He nods. "Yes, sacred. They are...the most intimate part of a demon who is lucky enough to possess them. It's...not something we ever share with others." He can't consolidate what he knows and feels to be his ilk's truth with what he has just done for, and with, Roxas.

"Oh? Oh!" Roxas slaps a hand over his mouth and turns slightly red. "I'm sorry," he muffles into his hand hastily. "I didn't know."

Axel rumbles with a small laugh. "It's alright. I wouldn't expect you to know all this stuff about demons anyway."

A clap rings through the air. Axel's bicep stings a little. He looks away from his arm and over to Roxas, who returns his arm to his side and frowns at Axel indignantly. "Why didn't you say something?" Roxas chastises. "Don't do things with me you don't want to do, or things that make you uncomfortable."

Roxas' statement makes Axel laugh loudly.

The frown on Roxas' face grows deeper. "What?"

"No one's ever been concerned about what makes me uncomfortable."

"Well, it concerns me. So don't do that stuff if you don't want to, okay?" Roxas squints at Axel, looking determined, albeit, a little bit flustered.

"Okay. But, I really didn't mind." Axel can't help but look at Roxas' matted hair and stumpy little horns. It makes him want to suck on them even more. He can still feel Roxas' energy coursing through him. The heady musk still clings to his nose, prickles his skin, and pools tangibly between him and where he's sitting atop of Roxas. Axel takes a deep breath and looks away for a moment to cool off. But it doesn't help. He reaches out and rubs his thumb against one of the tiny soft horns. He feels Roxas stirring inside himself. "You're irresistible," Axel husks and drops his hand away before Roxas' small gasps of pleasure set him off into a frenzied hunger.

Roxas breathes out a big puff of air. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I actually really liked doing that for you." Axel says it because he means it. But also because he really likes seeing Roxas blushing crimson. Somewhere, in the back of his head, a small voice whispers at him that he shouldn't have done that with Roxas—that he shouldn't still be so self-indulgently reaching out and touching Roxas there. He would never ever dream of doing this with another demon, so he definitely shouldn't do it with Roxas. But...Roxas isn't a demon...so...it's all right. "I'd definitely do it again for you," he quirks his lips into a short smile.

Roxas returns an abashed smile and Axel has been alive long enough to know that it's the cutest thing he's ever seen.

There is absolute stillness between them. Not even Axel's tail twitches. Their eye-contact falters and a strange awkwardness creeps in.

Roxas clears his throat and he smacks his lips a little. "So...um...c-can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

A small, thoughtful look crosses Roxas' face. His gaze lowers, focusing on where his penis is still embedded inside of Axel, as well as lingering on Axel's huge cock. Lips purse a little and more lip-smacking occurs before he says, "What's sex then? If horns for demons are sacred...is sex special?" Roxas glances up at Axel.

"Special? Sex? Demons don't have sex," Axel says bluntly.

"At all? But...we just…"

"Oh," Axel chuckles a little, finally understanding. "Demons don't have sex with each other. We feed off each other, and what I did with you...well, my kind feeds off meatsacks too."

"Humans," Roxas corrects and his annoyance softens. He quietly inquires, "Feeding? What's that? Have you…done something to me?"

Axel hums, amused by Roxas' confusion, but finding it very understandable. "Well, you see, demons, like myself, come to other worlds to feed. I know you little meatsacks have sex for pleasure, but for demons it's all practical. We feed to survive. It makes us stronger and stuffs us full for the year between feeds. So I come here, and do what I've been doing with you, to eat."

"So...I call it sex, but you call it feeding?"

"Maybe, I guess. But...it's not really…" It's becoming a struggle to explain it now. Sex isn't the same as feeding. He knows that, but can't articulate it.

"How do I feed you?"

Axel squeezes his insides around Roxas' shaft, gives a lopsided cocky smile, and raises his eyebrows sharply.

"My cum...feeds you?" Roxas tilts his head, his eyebrows scrunch together as he tries to understand. "That's so gross," he laughs a little.

Axel smiles softly. "It's more than just the cum. It's your energy, your desire, that explosion and release of everything in you." Axel shivers with the thought of it. The membrane of his wings shudders, his tail goes ramrod straight and Axel arches his back with the pleasant feeling. Again, he squeezes Roxas' cock inside himself, making Roxas give a tiny, adorable gasp. "All of it feeds me, satiates me."

"But what about your orgasm?"

Axel's eyes drift open. "What about it?"

"Don't you like to cum? Can you cum?" A look of horror crosses Roxas' face.

Axel chuckles. "Yeah, I can cum. You think I'd be this wet if I couldn't?" He nods down toward himself.

"Oh. So...why haven't you? I'm no good? You don't want to with me?"

"The feeding feels so good already. I don't need to cum to feel good."

"But…" Roxas' gaze falls onto Axel's cock before himself, "you're still really hard. Don't you want to cum?"

"Why're you so invested in my orgasm?" Roxas' insistence is a little disconcerting and a disquieting thought of possible deception ruffles through Axel's mind again, even though his suspicions make no sense. If Roxas were a demon then the feeding he got wouldn't have been filling or incredible.

Roxas' mouth flaps. "I—I'm not?"

"Could fool me."

"Shaddap." The meatsack pouts and looks away. "I just want to make sure you have a nice time."

The tight knot inside Axel's stomach eases a little. "I'm having an amazing time with you."

"But you're still hard. You didn't cum while you were riding me. And...you also didn't cum back in the car when I was pounding you," Roxas says in a whine. There is something sitting on the meatsacks face that Axel just can't quite name.

"That stuff doesn't mean I'm not enjoying myself," Axel tries to take the discomfort away from Roxas. The answer still doesn't seem to satisfy the little creature though. So Axel thinks some more, whilst idly running his hands along Roxas' flanks. He doesn't know how to put this. "Feeding and sex...they are different. Feeding collects energy. Makes us strong. Cumming...is to release the energy. So...it's," Axel sighs, "a little counter-productive?"

Roxas makes a little astonished sound. "You're like a battery or something?

"Battery?"

"You charge it up with electricity and use it to power electrical things. And when it's running empty you recharge it."

Axel hums. "Yeah. I suppose something like that."

"So, you don't want to cum for me because it will drain you?"

"Not...entirely. It doesn't work that way with meatsacks." Axel trails his fingertips along Roxas' body, feeling the skin underneath his touch prickle.

"Humans," Roxas grumbles and sounds testy as he says, "And if that's not it, then what is it?"

"Why's that so important to you?" Axel asks gently, making sure he doesn't jump to stupid thoughts again.

"It's not." Roxas huffs a bit, his nostrils flare.

Axel knows what it is now; offense. Roxas is upset with him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"No. Something is wrong." Axel places his hands firmly on Roxas' abdomen and strokes him. He can feel Roxas' erection wilt inside himself.

A disgruntled frown twists Roxas' face. "Have you ever fed and cummed at the same time?"

Axel casts his mind back. Slowly, he shakes his head. "Not that I recall."

A determined hard edge settles on Roxas' face. "Good. I'm going to make you do that." He grabs at the back of Axel's hair and pushes them together. It's hard, their teeth knock together and scrape as their mouths open. Roxas forces his tongue into Axel's mouth and he cups Axel's face with one of his hands. Axel feels accosted and it's absolutely exciting and invigorating. He pushes back against Roxas, increasing the pressure and tension between them and making them kiss deeper. His hands grab Roxas' sides and he squeezes and massages the soft, plump skin he finds there. He can feel Roxas getting harder inside himself again, which makes Axel's hunger scratch once more.

He doesn't quite understand why or how Roxas can keep going the way that he does. Usually the meatsacks Axel feeds on become drowsy and fall asleep, sometimes even mid-orgasm, with how much Axel takes from them, but Roxas...Axel's had three amazingly stuffing-him-to-the-brim meals already, and yet Roxas is still going strong and wanting more. It boggles Axel's mind, but he doesn't dare complain. He usually has to seduce and fuck two people for every one of Roxas' loads, so he is getting very close to being done for the night, though, Axel has no wish to miss out on more feeds. Roxas is an indulgence that Axel doesn't want to let go of. He'll find room for dessert somewhere.

While they devour each other, Roxas pulls and yanks at Axel's locks. Axel growls and rocks against the stiff shaft inside himself. The taste of Roxas begins to fill him up again. That tangy pre-cum is addictive and copious. Axel's chest squeezes with desire for the meatsack. "More," Axel manages to breathe out between smacking kisses. Roxas' hand finds the base of Axel's right horn and fondles him there. Axel's breath hitches and he pulls out of the kiss because he has to groan and stretch his wings.

"Lay down for me," Roxas puffs, his lips red-rimmed and his eyes heavily lidded with lust.

Axel can't remember having ever seen anything more delicious, and for once he actually wants to fuck instead of feed. It's not even much to do with the hand on his horn, thumbing and squeezing him. Axel ignores that small voice still inside himself, telling him that he shouldn't let Roxas touch his horn like that. He just nods, lifts himself off Roxas' throbbing erection and reclines on the bed, leaning back on his elbows. He spreads out his wings, either side of himself. His tail flicks, seeking out Roxas and wraps around the meatsack's wrist, pulling him close. Axel's tail maneuvers the hand up to his head and Axel thinks, 'Traitor,' but arches his back as fingers make contact and stroke him. Roxas straddles Axel's waist. His warm flesh and strong muscles a very pleasant weight atop of Axel. He places his hands on Roxas' knees and grips him gently.

Roxas looks down at him, a devilish smirk playing on lips as he pumps Axel's horns. It really feels good—incredible even. The feel of Roxas sitting on him, warm pre-cum drizzling down over Axel's stomach, and those sinful hands on him make him want Roxas inside himself. Roxas wants to make him orgasm and...wants to do it while he's feeding. It's such an odd wish, but if it's what Roxas wants then Axel wishes the best of luck to him.

One of Roxas' hands leaves Axel's horns and starts scooping up the pre-cum that's dripping everywhere. Axel watches Roxas coat his hand in it and then reaches back up—liquid splashes onto Axel's chest, his face, and then lastly, Axel moans as his horns are gripped tightly. Roxas's hand glide over his horns vigorously and Axel has no words or sounds to give for a moment. He closes his eyes and savors the incredible feeling.

Roxas' other hand leaves his horn, and also gets lubricated in the fluid pooling, before returning to pump Axel. A strong shiver runs down Axel's spine and gathers in his belly. He starts to think that this might actually be possible—that Roxas will make him feed and cum—if the feeding ever starts. Why Roxas wants it so badly, he cannot hazard a guess at, but it feels too nice for him to make any effort to stop Roxas in his endeavors.

"You like that, don't you," Roxas teases and hums. "A big demon like you complete putty in my hands. You want more?"

Axel's mouth hangs open. He mouths 'yes,' though no sound comes out. He can feel Roxas' thighs and buttock lifting off his waist; can feel the small, hot human sliding down his body, while hands are still right there, working over the base of Axel's horns. Axel moves his legs, spreading them apart, making way for Roxas. One hand leaves Axel's head. It's regrettable but the promise of what is about to happen more than makes up for the loss of contact. He can feel Roxas scooping up more pre-cum. Axel pries an eye open to see Roxas, with a golden lamplight halo silhouette, stroking and pleasuring himself. The softest gasps and moans escape barely-parted lips. Axel marvels at how he's never seen an angel before now.

He must have made a sound because Roxas pulls out of his enjoyment and catches Axel gazing at him. Angelic expression turns devilish. A coy smile curls lips and Roxas slows his stroking down so Axel can savor the sight, which he totally does. They stare at each other a moment longer before Roxas leans forward, gripping both Axel's horns again, but this time for leverage and pushes himself enticingly slowly into Axel's dripping ass, stretching him wide as he goes.

It starts off as a creaking hum in the back of both their throats but ends in loud moaning. Axel tries to spread his legs further apart so Roxas can go deeper and fill him up further, which he does. Intense pleasure and pressure pulses through Axel's body. Every pump of Roxas' hands send a shuddering shiver down his spine. Every deep thrust of Roxas' hips steals his breath away, leaving Axel panting and straining against the collapse of his own body onto the mattress. He doesn't want there to be a chance that Roxas won't be able to reach his horns. He loves the way Roxas' hand motions trickle pleasure down his entire body. Every nerve ending feels alive and on fire. His hunger seems immense, and his need to cum begins to make his shaft throb and feel uncomfortably full. There is a tugging at his subconscious. It's like a pressure valve in his chest cavity and gut that needs relief. He wants to release himself—actually blow his load all over Roxas.

Roxas doesn't ease up. He pumps horns, pumps into Axel. He groans and strains. His eyes are squeezed shut and sweat drips from his brow, coating his body, and making him glisten in the warm lamplight of the room.

Axel's wings begin to vibrate ever so slightly, and it's not just from the incredible thumping he's receiving. Axel clutches at the bed sheets and lets his vocal cords sing out in a low rumble.

With everything that's going on for him, Axel doesn't notice his tail rubbing itself on the bedsheets beside himself. He doesn't notice it snaking up Roxas' body. He does, however, notice when a wet warmth and soft suck suddenly sends more pressure up his body and directly into his backside. He groans and forces one of his eyes open to see his tail in Roxas' mouth. Roxas sucks on him, moaning, looking completely flushed. He looks at Axel, eyes mere slits peeking at him. Axel can feel his tail sliding deeper into Roxas' mouth, down his throat.

"Pretzel, no," Axel groans with abandon, trying to pull himself out of warm, moist heaven. It doesn't work. Roxas hums deeply. He continues to massage and pump Axel's horns, continues to fuck himself into Axel's tight embrace, and exerts the most delightful pleasure with his mouth.

Axel feels his tail slip out of Roxas' mouth, making the muffled sounds a lot clearer now, "Damn, Ax, that tail of yours." Roxas says, his voice thick with strain and pleasure, and the slow huffy chuckle that follows tingles down Axel's spine.

"Sorry," Axel murmurs. Not much more thought goes through his skull. The feed—the sex—is all so good. His toes curl and suddenly there comes a cry from Roxas. Axel's eyes snap toward him. Roxas' thrusting stops, his hands still, his breath is short and sharp, his face is scrunched up in pain.

Axel feels it. "Pretzel!" he roars, lurching up to grab at his tail.

"Leave it," Roxas snaps, freezing Axel's hand from pulling his tail out of Roxas' ass. "It's—good," Roxas breathes out. "It's—fuck...'M not gonna—" Roxas starts pounding into Axel with ferocity. His hands grip Axel's horns like vices, sending a sharp pain down his body, but the way Roxas also rubs his fingertips ever so lightly against him also causes intense pleasure to ripple through Axel as well. Axel tenses. His hand lets go of his tail and elbow returns to his side, helping to support himself. He feels the squeeze of Roxas' ass against his tail as it fucks him.

This has never happened before. His tail has never misbehaved this badly. But Axel can't think straight. His body blazes with sumptuous tingles of pleasure. The taste of Roxas is there in the back of his throat and inside his body. Roxas trembles and an incredibly tight squeeze around Axel's tail, and the hands on his horns, almost suffocate him with divine euphoria. Roxas' voice erupts, high and shrill as he gives one final hard thrust and cums, his orgasm ripping through him, and flowing into Axel.

Axel's voice joins Roxas'. His body is filled up and the same delicious, powerful sensations as before throb through him, satisfying him completely, even as some of Roxas' cum leaks out of him. Roxas' hands leave Axel's head and slide down to his chest where nails dig in. Roxas slumps forward, collapsing on top of Axel. His chest heaves and his panting breath tickles Axel's skin. Roxas shudders from his climax, moans with wanton abandon, and his hips spasm and thrust into Axel a tiny bit at erratic intervals.

Roxas gives an extra sharp groan and then Axel notices that his tail is still inside of Roxas. Though the pleasure and buzz in his body leave him feeling heady, he is with it enough to pull his tail out of Roxas, who sighs with relief and collapses the rest of the way onto Axel's chest. He puffs out a, "Thanks," and Axel apologizes with a simple, "Sorry."

Their heavy breaths rasp through the quiet room for a while and then suddenly Roxas' fist thumps against Axel's chest.

"You didn't cum!" comes the accusation.

"That was such a good orgasm, though, Roxas." Axel huffs and chuckles low in his throat. The bliss of Roxas' essence courses inside himself, and that sweet and salty taste is completely intoxicating. He can't find it in himself to care about Roxas' upset.

Roxas huffs loudly and slides down Axel's body. His mouth on Axel's erection moments later. Renewed pressure builds in Axel. His tail curls up as Roxas' warm tongue massages him. It's a little bit too much. He's still sensitive from everything that Roxas has done to him. His wings stretch against the soft fabric of the bedsheets which rip as his claws snag. The tingle spirals down forcefully into his groin and the pleasure spikes. There is a heavy weight on the back of his mind, untethering all the locks and restraints he's put in place to stop himself from ever losing it. He loses it, a firework of pleasure rips through him and he spills into Roxas' mouth. Roxas sucks, drinks, but ultimately chokes and sputters, pulling off Axel, unable to keep up with the copious amounts of cum spurting out. More cum pumps out of Axel, shooting Roxas in the face. Roxas lets go of Axel's thick shaft, wiping at his face, causing cum to go flying as Axel's cock springs forward, and slaps against his stomach, where Axel's orgasm finally ends.

"Sorry," Axel puffs, trying to pull himself together, but he struggles to open his eyes.

Roxas huffs like he's run a marathon. Axel can feel the tremble going through the small meatsack's body and he blindly reaches out for Roxas, stroking his side, which feels hot to the touch. Axel feels Roxas bend over, and begin licking at Axel's cum-splattered body. The lap of the tongue makes Axel shiver and tremble with something more than just his orgasm.

Roxas remains speechless for a long moment. His breath blows, his body continues to shiver, as he slurps, hums, and smiles against Axel's skin. "You taste really nice. Kinda…" Roxas sucks on Axel's skin, "like cinnamon and...burnt oranges." His face raises but his eyes are squeezed shut from a big smile.

Axel reaches over, cupping Roxas' cheek. Roxas leans into the touch and his eyes slide open, looking bluer than Axel has ever seen before. He blinks, Roxas blinks, and it's gone. An illusion and trick of the light. Roxas presses himself down against Axel's chest and they lay together, arms wound around each other.

Axel drifts on a cloud of pleasure and a slight weariness clings to him. He can't remember a time he's felt this good, content, and satiated. Roxas' fingers glide over Axel's skin. He traces along his collarbone and his hand eventually makes its way up to his horns. Axel twitches and moans. "I'm so full. I can't—"

Roxas' fingers stop rubbing.

"No, no, don't stop." It feels too nice. Axel doesn't want it actually to stop.

Roxas gives a laughing hum and resumes his touching. "Can I ask you more things?"

Axel smiles lazily. "Lemme think on that for a moment." He tucks his finger under Roxas' chin, lifting him up a little and leans in so they share a slow kiss. Axel can taste himself in Roxas' mouth. It's really alluring. Roxas is amazing.

They stop kissing. Roxas is all happy smiles and says, "Can I ask you my question now?"

"I suppose."

"Awesome! So...how was that for you? You said cumming drains you? Are you okay?"

Something flutters in Axel's chest. He chuckles. "I feel fine. The draining only happens when other demons feed off me."

"Oh. Does that happen often? Demons feeding off you?"

A dark cloud casts a shadow, dampening Axel's mood. Why had he told Roxas this stuff? "Not anymore."

"Anymore?"

Axel grumbles. He doesn't want to think about it. "This is not the time to talk about that. Ask me something else."

Thankfully, Roxas seems to get that he's not happy to discuss it further, and goes with the change of subject, "Um...okay, well...if jizz feeds you, how does it work with women? Or you don't have sex with women?—Feed, sorry," Roxas corrects himself and stretches up his other arm to fondle both of Axel's horns.

The touch is potent and slows Axel's mind down even further than his orgasm has done. He tries to think clearly. "It comes back to the energy thing. Orgasm is food. Jizz or no jizz. But cum is yum." He can still taste Roxas. Roxas' cum is extra yum.

Roxas makes an understanding humming sound in the back of his throat. He runs his hands all the way down Axel's horns and around the part that's starting to curl up and then runs his hands back up to the top of Axel's head. "You come here to feed once a year?"

Axel moans and hums.

"Always during Halloween?"

Axel hums again, his eyes drifting shut.

"Why come here to feed? Can't you just suck off other demons?" Roxas' voice is low and contemplative.

"It's not the same. We need meats-a-ah-cks." Axel peels his eyes open and glares as much as he can in his drunken-stupor state because Roxas is pinching his nipple quite hard.

"Humans. People," Roxas corrects.

Axel hams up the way he says it, "Hoomans." It leaves a surly feeling on his face. Of course, he knows what these meatsacks call themselves, but that has never meant he has to call them that. The repulsion is forgotten and he smiles as hands are back on his horns. Why doesn't he let other demons or meatsacks touch his horns? It seems to make no sense to him. It feels so nice. Maybe that's the reason though...demons would forget their station. Their economy, as poor and fragile as it is, would completely crumble to dust if touching horns was an acceptable past-time.

Truely, Axel feels sorry for those not made or born with horns. As much as they are a problem with how sensitive they are, they are also a blessing because of how sensitive they are. Axel has touched himself in the past...but it's never felt as nice as how Roxas' hands are making him feel right now. "When demons feed off each other…" he can't believe he's still talking about this with Roxas. It's those damn hands, making him compliant, "it's not satisfying. It's not filling." Well...Axel knows it is, but only for the one doing the taking. And if a demon takes too much...the thought is too upsetting to entertain right now, in this nice place with these nice feelings being stirred up inside himself, thanks to Roxas. "That's why I exist, y'know, to feed other demons." Axel opens his eyes because Roxas stops moving.

Quizzical blue eyes look at him. "You're supposed to feed other demons?"

Axel nods, he managed to keep the resentment out of his voice as he says, "Succubi and Incubi go out and harvest energy to feed other demons. It's a transfer of energy. Your...buttery thing."

"Battery," Roxas corrects and sits up, straddling Axel's waist again. His hands still fondle and squeeze Axel's horns lightly. "So...you have sex with me and then have sex with other demons and pass on what I've given you?" Roxas' face hardens a little. His fingers still, but grip and squeeze Axel with a hardness to them.

Axel moans a tiny bit. "It's feeding, not sex," he corrects.

"Feeding," comes Roxas' snappish response.

"In theory, yes."

"Theory?"

"I haven't done that in a long while. I decided I wasn't going to be at the bottom of the food chain, so I feed for myself. No scum, imp, banshee, legion, or sprite gets to me anymore. I just keep it all to myself. Make my horns and cock grow. Make my illusions and powers of seduction and persuasion grow."

"Illusion? Persuasion?"

"This isn't what I actually look like." Axel is saying too much. He knows he is. But those damn warm hands, which resume their stroking, make him feel like putty. They loosen his tongue.

"It's not?" Roxas scooches back a little but keeps pumping Axel's horns.

Axel shakes his head.

"Can I see?"

"You don't want to," Axel husks, struggling to keep his outer shell in place for some reason. It's like the frequency in his head is changing. Like someone is there, turning the dial against Axel's will.

"I want to. I want to see what you really look like," Roxas presses.

And just like that the dial changes. Axel's will snaps. "Okay." The façade fractures, pleasurable and painful buzzing cuts through him.

Roxas yelps and lets go of Axel's horns. He looks at Axel's body below himself and there is a wild look of fear and panic on his face, draining his color. Axel's skin is now dark red, his bright red mane sticks out every which way and cascades down his shoulders and back. His bones don't jut out as much though. There is more meat on them and he's fleshed out and muscular now that he's been fed.

Axel regrets having lost control of himself. He changes back to his meatsack form, but the bewilderment on Roxas' face only grows. His head bobs and tilts left and right. Eyes dart all over Axel's physique and then eyes snap up to meet Axel's. "Change back," he says.

Axel is confused. "You...want to see me like that?"

"Change back," Roxas barks, and thumps his fists against the mattress.

Axel does so, the buzzing sensation rushing through his body once again. He watches Roxas carefully as he takes in the sight of his demon form. This time there is less shock. His small, pink hands tentatively touch Axel's chest and slip down his rippling abdomen. Axel is at least grateful that Roxas sees him after the feeding. His gaunt self is ten times more terrifying to gaze upon.

Roxas gets off Axel and crouches between his legs. His hands are still on Axel, gliding, tickling, exploring his skin. Eyes are looking at every part of Axel's body and he has never felt this exposed in his entire life. He feels like a weird specimen, especially when Roxas makes hand motions that indicate that he wants Axel to roll over. Axel does so. Then hands are on him again, traveling up and down his muscular back. Roxas sits on Axel's backside and explores his wings one at a time. He stretches Axel's bat-like wings out and pushes against the soft tissue-like membrane, especially where it connects to Axel's sides.

"Shoo—I'll get to you in a minute, Pretzel," Roxas chastises Axel's tail, which rubs itself against Roxas' body and pokes him in the sides as it begs for attention.

Axel laughs gently at that and folds his arms before himself, pillowing his head there. "You're not freaked out by this?" he asks, genuinely perplexed.

"I already knew you were a demon. I'm surprised at myself for not thinking you'd have a demon form. This is really cool." There is excitement in Roxas' voice, but it drops a little and softens as he adds, "You're really cool."

Axel gives a dismissive hum and he fights with keeping the smile out of his voice. "Guess I should give you meat-OW! Hoomans more credit," he grumbles and rubs at the top of his shoulder where Roxas just smacked him. "I guess I just never thought that my demon form wouldn't cause mass panic."

"But even with the disguise...you still have horns and wings and a tail—hi Pretzel," Roxas picks up Axel's tail and it twitches wildly, before it slips through Roxas' fingers, darting toward Roxas' face, where it rubs against the soft cheek, making Roxas chuckle. "I know it's Halloween, but why didn't anyone freak or comment about your horns and wings? You wear a human face but don't hide all of yourself? That's odd." Roxas lets go of the tail and resumes inspecting Axel's body below himself.

"It is All Hallows Eve. I can get away with it."

"Yeah, but people still didn't comment on you. Troy…" Roxas huffs. There is indignation in that little gesture and in the way fingers tense against the joints of Axel's wings.

A discomfort squeezes Axel's stomach. "I appear to mmm—hoomans," he manages to catch himself in time, "however they want to see me. Man, woman. Tall, short, plump, skinny. Whatever turns your kin on, that's how I look. And if they want to see the horns and wings they will."

"Oh." Roxas sounds disappointed. "So...how I see you...your human form...that's just how I want to see you?"

Something surprised Axel about the way Roxas reacts; that edgy offense in his voice. Axel quickly changes back to his meatsack form. "This is me. It's how I choose to look." He turns his head, looking at Roxas behind himself. "No one's seen me like this before."

Eyes widen. "Really? I'm the first?"

"Yeah."

The smile that grows on Roxas' face ignites Axel's own smile and makes him feel warm inside. He turns his head back to look toward the bedhead and out the window where he can see the dark sky and not much else beyond. What he's doing with Roxas is so weird. All this talking. All these flutters inside his gut. The horns...Axel moans. Roxas runs his hand over one of his horns again.

"Change back, please," Roxas says quietly, and Axel does.

Roxas' hands sweep over Axel's back and brush his hair. It feels nice. Axel wraps his tail around Roxas' waist and squeezes him gently.

Roxas titters a little. "How do you prefer to look?" he asks whilst his hands keep meandering over Axel's back, tangling with tufts of red mane from time to time.

"Like a me—hooman."

"Why?"

"I…" Axel has to think about that for a moment. He has to decide whether he wants to be honest or not. He kind of wants to be honest, "think I look pretty?"

Roxas giggles. "You look fucking hot as a human, but...you're also really good-looking like a demon too." Roxas leans forward and kisses the spot between Axel's wings.

"Thanks." Axel smiles into the crook of his arms.

"I'd even go so far as to say you look hot."

"Yeah?" An undeniable jolt of pleasure goes through Axel. He looks behind himself again and sees the eager nod. His mind kind of boggles.

Roxas leans forward, one hand gripping Axel's hair and the other reaching out towards Axel's face. "Your hair—you look so badass. Real scary." Roxas quirks his eyebrows suggestively. "Your horns fit better, and your muscles. Fuck, you're ripped." He licks his lips and then runs fingertips over the planes of Axel's face and over the scar tissue under his eyes. Axel resists the urge to grimace. "These scars make you look mean—in a really sexy way," Roxas smiles and it's completely disarming to Axel.

"Yeah?"

Roxas nods. "Yeah. I mean...your teeth look a bit sharp," Roxas runs his thumb over Axel's mouth, lifting his barely-there lip, to expose the jagged looking row of pointed teeth, "I might be scared to have you suck me off with teeth like that."

Axel chuckles at that. "I can be gentle as a lamb." He captures Roxas' finger and sucks on him softly, grazing his teeth against him with great care.

Roxas giggles and visibly shivers. "Okay...that's not unpleasant at all."

Axel releases Roxas' finger and grins up at him softly.

Delight wrinkles Roxas' nose and creases his eyes. "And your nose is really cute—" he brushes along the wide bridge of Axel's much flatter, and somewhat feline-esque demons' nose and sweeps his finger along Axel's very dark eye socket. "And your eyes...wow. They were wow before, but they are even more wow now. I like them. The color is so green, and how they glow...how they stand out. And your deep red skin…" he cups Axel's cheek, "it kind of shimmers. I like it. I like you both ways."

Axel chuckles. He stopped eye contact as soon as Roxas had called him cute, and he still finds it hard to look at him. He can feel his cheeks heating up, which is something that rarely happens.

Roxas' fingers rub against the apples of Axel's cheeks. "Oh my God...are you...blushing?" Roxas half laughs. It's very gentle and affectionate.

"No," Axel drawls and begins to feel the tug of a smile on his thin, barely-there lips.

"Really? I think you're lying to me. I'm making a motherfucking badass demon blush. Whoa!" Roxas laughs with more energy. It's light and breathy and fills Axel with joy.

"I never expected to show my real self to anyone. I never thought I'd get such nice compliments," Axel says and feels oddly shy about it.

Roxas tilts his head a little. "From a meatsack?"

"From a human," Axel corrects with a small smile, making the effort to say that word properly this time. When he thinks of that word in connection with Roxas it's a lot easier to stomach. He twists at his waist, carefully rolling over, being mindful of his wings. His tail is still coiled around Roxas' waist and he helps Roxas slide off his backside and gets him to sit on the bed beside himself, as Axel gets comfortable lying on his side, propping himself up on an elbow.

They both look at each other and smile. Axel runs his tail over and under Roxas' limbs and Pretzel can't help itself but slide over Roxas' penis and tickle his balls. Roxas squirms and gives a shrill little yelp and giggles.

"You sure that's not you doing that? Putting your tail in my mouth and ass." He gives Axel a sarcastic and smiling frown.

"Cross my heart." Axel does so. "If you want me to punish Pretzel I can and I will. It's a bad tail. I've never seen it be so...obsessed." His tail proves the point by flicking tensely and landing in Roxas' lap. Roxas holds it with both his hands and strokes the hairless, muscular appendage with its blunted tip.

"Don't punish it. I really liked what it was doing, if you couldn't tell by me cumming in you." Roxas talking like that sends a pleasant shiver through Axel, and Roxas seems to be faring the same way if that little shudder means anything. "Why did you name it Pretzel?" Roxas continues. "That's so weird. Shouldn't it be something demonic like...Bloodraven or something with a lot of weird clicks and umlauts?"

Axel throws his head back and gives a belly laugh. Actual tears prick his eyes and he wipes at them as he gets back in control of himself. "That is so...racist? I can't even begin to tell you how discriminatory that is." Axel still giggles about it. Roxas is endearing.

"Sorry," Roxas mutters and rubs Axel's tail nervously. "I don't know what your demon language is like."

"I'm speaking it right now."

"No. You're speaking my language."

"The most demonic of tongues."

Roxas snorts with laughter and covers his mouth with his hand. Axel snickers too and his tail slowly worms its way against Roxas' shaft.

Roxas gives Axel an exasperated, albeit playful roll of his eyes.

"Pretzel really likes you," Axel beams.

"I can see that. So why the name?"

"It can make a pretzel shape," Axel forces his unruly tail into the shape in question for only two seconds before it protests and goes to snuggle in next to Roxas' penis again, "and I also really like pretzels."

"Seriously?"

"Yep." Axel is all big grins.

"Don't you have a more demonic word for pretzels you could use?" Roxas gently strokes the tip of Axel's rounded tail.

"Again...you're being racist. We use the same words."

"Why is that?"

"Well...okay, we do have our own language, but...it's so archaic. We only use it for incantations, and rituals, and really old texts."

"Incantations? Like spells? Like...you have magic?" Roxas' attention fully returns onto Axel.

"Yeah. Well, the thing about looking like someone else to everyone else is magic."

"Do you do it on purpose? Can you control it? Like, could you look like that guy for me?" Roxas points to one of his posters.

Axel looks at it. The guy is skinny, has long, blond dreadlocks and a tattoo sleeve that runs up to his pec. Axel shakes his head. "It's mostly involuntary. If I concentrate really hard I can change how I look for people, but why bother when the magic does it for me. The only thing I have easy control over is what bits I wear of my...human form," the word feels funny on his tongue, "but no one but you has ever seen that."

That small, shy smile from before returns. "Do you have control over how you look to yourself?"

"No. All I have control over is whether to be in my demon form or not."

Roxas hums, the smile growing bigger. "Hey...Axel?"

"Hmm?"

"If you like looking like a human then change back. But...can I ask one thing before you do?"

"Yeah. Ask away." Axel suspects he won't be able to say 'no' to Roxas. There is something irresistible about him.

Roxas trails his hand over Axel's chest and tweaks at a dark nipple. "Can you fuck me like this? Can you fuck me as your real self?"

Warmth spreads through Axel's chest. Roxas starts giggling before Axel can even get his response of, "Yeah," out. His tail curls around Roxas' penis, rubbing itself against his sac.

"I might need to get a restraining order out on Pretzel," Roxas laughs louder as the tail tries to squirm between the mattress and Roxas' backside.

"I'll help you organize that." Axel grabs his tail, holding the tip up to his face, "Now, you listen here; Roxas is a nice human, you behave and be patient, or I'm gonna cut you off." Axel's tail instantly goes limp.

Roxas snorts. "I swear, you're putting this on. No way is your tail sentient."

"It totally is. But...yeah, not this much usually. What would I gain by pretending anyway? Pretzel's just annoying me now."

"Well...you're both adorable." Roxas reaches for Axel and leans in, starting them off on a soft kiss. Roxas is far more tentative than previously. He sucks on Axel, pushes his tongue in gingerly, and explores.

Axel takes great care not to scare Roxas off. He runs his tongue against Roxas', scrapes his teeth ever so gently and after a few moments, and Roxas' confidence growing, they kiss harder and delve deeper. Before much longer, Axel has Roxas pressed against the mattress and holds both Roxas' thighs up either side of himself, loving all the sounds that he manages to force out of Roxas as he angles himself into the right spot to give Roxas maximum pleasure as he fucks that magnificent ass and drool-worthy human deeply.

When Roxas tells Axel to lean down he does so without a second thought. He sucks on Roxas' horns, while Roxas runs his slick-with-pre-cum hands over Axel's horns. It makes all the pleasant feelings in Axel reignite. Lust, hunger, desire, affection. He's never felt so much affection for a meatsack in his life. He can't even believe this is the fourth time within the last two hours that they are doing this. Axel has completely lucked out tonight.

"Ax-el," Roxas groans. "Behind...turn me around. Do me...from behind," Roxas commands and Axel happily obliges. Roxas is upright, at the bedhead, hands splayed against the windowsill, on his knees, which are spread wide. Axel slips in right behind him, stretching him wide and balls deep in Roxas, gripping his hips and slamming into Roxas' tight and warm embrace. Axel leans into Roxas. His head hanging over Roxas' shoulder. He can't get enough of that loud panting every time he plows into Roxas full tilt. Roxas starts licking and sucking on Axel's ear, and then Axel's horn, and it drags the pleasure out of Axel's mouth as he moans with wanton abandon. Feeding has never felt like this before. Feeding has never felt so good. Sex...this is sex and it's incredible! He never wants it to end.

He longs to hear more sounds out of Roxas. He runs a hand around Roxas' thigh to his front and palms over his hot, wet erection. His fingers curl around the thick, throbbing shaft and Axel starts pumping Roxas. Roxas whimpers and bites down on Axel's horn.

"Fuck!" Axel yelps and yanks his head away.

"Sorry, 'M sorry," Roxas heaves, sounding winded and looking over his shoulder at Axel.

Axel pulls out of Roxas and grabs at him, spinning him around. "Fuck, Roxas," he tries again, less aggression and more heady desire in his voice. "Do it again," he husks, picking up Roxas and hoisting him off the bed completely.

"You...like it?" Roxas holds on to Axel's shoulders.

"Do it again," Axel demands, slamming Roxas against the wall by the window and pushes himself back inside of Roxas, who groans and clings to Axel tightly. One hand tangles into Axel's mane and the other grabs at the horned head, pressing Axel's face against his chest. Axel licks sweaty skin. He has to use all his willpower to not bite and suck on Roxas' collarbone when Roxas starts gnawing at his horn. He grips Roxas' thighs harder, digging his nails into him as he pounds into Roxas' hot, tight ass. His stomach is absolutely rock hard. His muscular legs strain with more than just the relentless grinding he is doing.

Roxas' scent starts to tickle at Axel. He wants to taste Roxas, drown in his ample essence, feel it oozing off his skin, and caking in his hair. Axel keeps fucking Roxas but moves one hand off a thigh and onto Roxas' cock. It's a deluge down there. Roxas' pre-cum leaks everywhere. It's sliding down Axel's thighs, pooling at his feet. He digs the claws of his toes into the wooden floorboards so he won't slip. He needs all the resistance he can get to nail Roxas the way he wants it.

Roxas bites down hard against Axel's horn as he cums, hot sticky spurts coat Axel and Roxas' abdomens. The force of Roxas' bite, the intoxicating smell of his cum steals Axel's breath away and he doubles over a little with pain and pleasure, sinking his own teeth into Roxas' shoulder. Roxas groans and whimpers and starts swearing.

"Put me down! Fuck, put me down!"

Axel slides out of Roxas and eases him to the ground. He holds Roxas at his shoulders.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," Axel huffs and runs his fingers along Roxas' slender neck and defined collarbone, making sure he didn't accidentally bite too hard. He sees the marks and winces.

"That's not—you didn't cum." Roxas shoves against Axel's sternum with the heel of his palm.

That response dislodges something uncomfortable inside Axel's chest. He chuckles.

"Don't laugh." Roxas thumps Axel again, a little harder this time and rubs at his shoulder.

"Is your shoulder ok?"

"Yeah. Why didn't you cum?"

"But you blew your load," Axel feels Roxas' delicious essence dripping and sliding down the inside of his thighs, and he feels stuffed with the energy coursing inside his body. "Wasn't it good?"

"I want you to cum with me." Frustration clings to Roxas' voice, hitching it a little.

"Why?" Axel actually is feeling a little bit exhausted and rests with one hand pressed up against the wall and looks down at Roxas.

"I…" Roxas doesn't answer. He groans with anger, grabs Axel's wrist and somehow manages to pull Axel off the wall, making him trip and stumble. Axel lands face first onto the mattress and before he can push off Roxas presses a knee against his back, whilst one hand slides down his rump and fingers start pushing into Axel's wet backside.

Axel gasps, his tail twitches, but continues to behave itself after the stern talking to Axel gave it before. Roxas' fingers push deeper into Axel, making him moan. "It feels good," he encourages Roxas, which makes Roxas finger Axel with more vigor. Roxas climbs on top of Axel, pulling Axel's head backward by one of his horns.

His head cranes at an awkward angle and furious pressure is exerted on his rectum by fingers. Being manhandled like this excites Axel. It being Roxas who's being forceful and demanding with him knots his stomach in the most delightful way imaginable. He shivers as Roxas' warm mouth surrounds the tip of one of his horns. The sucking motion electrifies him. He feels so hungry for Roxas' essence, even though he doesn't know if he could take another spurt or rush. There is an itch deep in Axel's anus that he needs satisfied. He needs Roxas' cock. "More," he grunts against sheets. "I need more."

Roxas understands. His fingers leave but his heavy sac drags over Axel's backside, and his rigid-again cock drags across Axel's skin, and between his ass cheeks. Roxas pulls Axel's head back further as he pushed into Axel's searing hot embrace with no fanfare. Axel would groan, but the shock and pleasure of the ferocious thrust onto that hard cock swallows most of his voice, and only a trickling whimper comes out.

Roxas grunts as he rams into Axel. The bed shakes and Axel continues to whimper. He's dizzy with pleasure, especially when Roxas mouths, sucks, and gnaws on him.

A familiar sound falls out of Roxas amongst all the incoherent animalistic noises and the slapping of skin on skin. "Pretzel," he calls out. Over and over.

Axel's tail quivers. "Go on," Axel mouths, wordlessly and that is all it needs. It slaps and flails around a bit. Axel manages to lift his hips a little which increases the pressure in his ass from Roxas' assault and his tail dives in under himself slicken itself up in the abundant leakage from Axel's cock. A moment later Axel's hips buckle and he's back flush against the mattress, being deliciously nailed by Roxas, who's slapping his ass and gnawing on his horns. It's close to feral the way Roxas enjoys Axel's body, and Axel takes great delight in it.

Even more so once his tail caresses Roxas' ass and buries itself deep into Roxas' entrance. Roxas pulls back from where he's mouthing Axel's horn and gasps. He pulls out almost completely from Axel, and impales himself deeply on Axel's tail and then fucks himself back into Axel's anus. He hisses out a, "Yes," over and over with every pull-out of Axel and push onto Axel's tail.

Roxas' pleasure sends Axel spiraling. A strong urge to cum fills him up, but he holds on to himself, and marvels in the strange sensations inside himself. Feeding has never felt like this before. It's never been so intense and glorious. His shaft throbs and the bed under him feels like a swamp.

The taste of sweet and salt fills Axel's insides, throat, and mouth. Roxas cums with a cry and extra hard slap to Axel's rump. He keeps pushing himself on and off Axel though, not relenting. He mutters to himself and it becomes clear after a few more moments that he's singing out: "No, no, no!" with frustration.

Roxas pulls out and grips Axel's tail, dislodging it from his ass. "Turn over," he snaps frantically.

Axel obeys, making sure his wings don't bend in uncomfortable ways and before he can settle down Roxas is above him, half-lidded eyes looking down at him, hair plastered to his face and a grim expression tightening his lips. Axel gasps. Roxas rams himself down onto Axel's hard cock. They both cry out in silent ecstasy and Roxas' nails dig into Axel's chest as he tries to rock himself and Axel into oblivion. He grabs onto the tapered end of one of Axel's horns, holding, pulling, rubbing.

The look of sheer determination of Roxas' lusting face terrifies Axel and he thinks he is smitten. The bed thumps hard against the wall. Axel still tastes Roxas inside himself and that heady pleasure with the exquisite pressure on his cock, as Roxas' warmth squeezes and pumps him with such desperation, makes him drown in the tense pulses and throbs rushing through his whole body. Every fiber of his being ignites.

He has barely any control left over himself. With the last ounce of restraint he possesses, he reaches up and tweaks one of Roxas' horns. A guttural groan erupts from Roxas, his grip on Axel's own horn so tight that Axel feels a crack. Blinding heat and pressure engulf Axel as Roxas' hot, tight muscles almost strangle his cock. Axel can't see straight. He cums, shooting up into Roxas' incredible ass, whilst Roxas' pungent, sickly sweet and intoxicating essence fills the room and rains down all over his chest and abdomen.

Even as the intense shivers wrack his body, sending his wings into a fluttering spasm and his tail ramrod straight, he manages to get his eyes open to see Roxas, mouth hanging open, head lolling to the side, eyes mere slits, looking like he's on the best high of his life. But what steals Axel's breath away, more than the orgasm and the feed, is the way Roxas' hyper-blue eyes pulse and glow in rhythm with Axel's orgasm still squirting out of him and into Roxas.

Roxas topples over after Axel's orgasm stops and they lay together, collapsed, breathing in erratic blissed-out agony against each other.

"Fuck," Roxas mutters and huffs every few breaths. "God," he punctuates after a fair few more 'fucks.'

Axel's speechless. His head buzzes, his body trembles, and everything within and without feels numb in the best way possible. That was the single best experience he's ever had in his entire life.

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It takes a while, but their breathing eventually levels out and their hearts return to a calm rhythm. Axel's tail lazily flicks up and down Roxas' flank as they lay side by side, facing each other, smiling, and holding hands. Axel feels odd and weird. He's exhausted. A little drained, though still incredibly stuffed and full. He's happy. A very deep kind of happiness he's never experienced before. He feels at peace, despite the millions of questions that race through his head.

Roxas is quiet. He wears a relaxed smile, his fingers play with a tress of Axel's thick, wiry hair, which flows over his shoulder. Muted-blue eyes trail over various parts of Axel's body at leisure.

The bed is wet, the sheets are ripped, and pillows lay scattered everywhere. The scent of their sex clings to everything, especially the muggy air that their sweaty, frantic exhales, and orgasms have created. This is probably close to paradise for Axel, and he's never thought of that word until now.

"Axel."

"Hm?" Axel's attention drifts to Roxas, who looks at him, the blissful brilliance on his face diminished a little with a flush of his cheeks.

"I have...never felt this good before in my entire life. Ever since...my horns grew…" he touches them a little, no pleasure lights his face. "They hurt so much when I first got them." Roxas' voice draws tight with a phantom pain. "I still remember it like it was yesterday. I had the worst migraines for months. I couldn't get out of bed. Mom even took me to the hospital. They couldn't find anything wrong with me: no tumors, no clots. Nothing to explain any of it. And the night of my fourteenth birthday I had such a fever and was throwing up everywhere." Roxas' face scrunches up with a deep frown.

Axel clasps Roxas' hand tightly, rubbing his thumb over knuckles.

A small smile appears. "And then, when morning came, it was over and I had two small lumps on my head and some blood. And now whenever they grow a little, I feel a bit sick and need to stay in a dark room for a while." Roxas scans Axel's face, his eyes rest on Axel's horns and then fall away, looking through him as he continues on, "Ever since then, I've been weird. I've felt not right. I thought it was just puberty, y'know?" Hopeful eyes return to peer deep into Axel's, looking for something.

Axel doesn't know though. He doesn't understand. He shakes his head.

"You don't have puberty?"

"I don't know what that is."

"When your voice changes, and you start growing hair everywhere, and your body gets ready for having sex and making babies 'n' stuff."

Axel has to think back on his existence. "I've always been like this. I was made like this...although...my horns used to be smaller, and white, like yours."

"Yeah?"

Axel nods. "When we have been around for a few centuries our horns get darker and harden. Maybe that's as close as I can get to understand what you mean?"

"Yeah, maybe." The disappointment doesn't get lost on Axel. "So you were never a cute li'l baby demon?" Roxas asks and gives a soundless laugh.

"No. We get made. Well...the firsts of our kind usually do. After that, nature creates us. Some demons go to pay favors to special places and pray to the elements to bless them with a creation. But I don't know much about that."

"Oh, so...you're the first of your kind? The first incubus?"

Axel sneers uncontrollably. He dislikes Roxas' inquisitive nature regarding matters about his home and existence. But when Roxas asks him something, a compunction to acquiesce overcomes him. "Yes," he says, plainly.

Roxas' eyes go wide. "Wow! Who made you?"

Axel doesn't want to answer. "How else didn't you feel right?" he deflects.

Roxas frowns. "You don't like talking about yourself and your world much, do you."

"I don't. I come here to get away from all that; to have a good time, and feed."

Roxas wrinkles his nose. "But I'm telling you about my life."

"You choose to tell me. If you want to keep things to yourself I won't push."

"Do you feel like I'm pushing?" A deep scowl and sad eyes look back at Axel.

"A little." The wince Axel sees on Roxas' face hurts him. He tries to smooth things over, "But that's understandable. I've been coming here for nearly two millennia. I know other worlds. You know nothing."

Roxas winces again, but it's followed up with a smile. "Thanks for understanding. Meeting you is the most exciting thing that's happened in my life, but I'll try not to push. I hope you'll tell me more eventually."

Axel strokes Roxas' cheek with the pad of his thumb. He knows he would tell Roxas everything...if they had more time. A heavy sick feeling hauls up from his depths. Luckily, he doesn't get to focus on that eventual reality because Roxas starts talking again, in a very quiet tone, "I'll tell you more about me because I want you to know."

They share an affirming nod.

Roxas closes his eyes and presses the palm of Axel's hand against his face as he talks, "Um...so...the other thing that happened after I got my horns was that I started thinking about sex...all the time. I started getting really horny. And not even normal teenage boy horny. It was a compulsion. I needed to rub one out every couple of hours or it physically hurt me. I started looking at so much porn, but it wasn't enough. I started dating Vanitas and we fucked all the time, anywhere I could get him to be comfortable with doing it with me. It was only a little bit of a relief." Roxas' cheeks are rosy and he squeezes Axel's hand before pulling it to his lips and kissing his knuckles. "I had to buy like girl pads because I just kept leaking through all my pants. It's been really embarrassing. And then, one day, during a game on my school's football team I scored the winning goal and everyone was touching me—my head—my horns." Roxas gives Axel a meaningful look. "I got so hard, I had to run off to our locker room. I just couldn't not rub one out. There was so much cum, Axel," Roxas whines. "And everyone saw and…" Roxas groans. "I just...things have only gotten worse the more my horns have grown."

Axel doesn't know what to say to any of that. He's never cared for understanding meatsacks and their world but he feels for Roxas. He moves a bit, kissing Roxas' forehead before scooching back to where he was lying before.

A smile returns to Roxas' face. "I've never felt more normal and happy then I do right now...with you. You make me so happy." Roxas says these last few words with a very deep quiet in his voice. "You take...my uncomfortable need to cum away. I feel...full, and calm, and...just happy." A thoughtful frown graces Roxas' brows and tightens his lips.

Axel studies Roxas. He can hear the little meatsacks heart racing. He can still taste Roxas; his essence so powerful and potent. His little horns protrude, no longer hidden because of the way Roxas' hair is matted due to Axel's earlier sucking of them. Questions resurface. Why can Roxas cum so much? Why hasn't he passed out by now? Why is his taste so thick and rich and fulfilling? Axel feels bloated, but he would gladly take and give more if he can.

Roxas locks eyes with Axel, making him think of how blue they are...how blue they were. He has difficulty swallowing. Roxas is a very strange creature..."Your eyes were glowing," Axel says gently, though he can't disguise the frown. He needs to know why Roxas' eyes were glowing.

"Glowing? They were?" Roxas fingers around his eye socket, looking perplexed.

"You didn't feel anything?"

A slight shake of his blond head is followed up with, "When were they glowing?"

When indeed..."When we both came. Did you feel anything?"

Roxas's eyes flutter, he licks his lips, and hums. "I felt so much. It was so fucking good." Roxas groans in the back of his throat. "You cumming in me—oh, God! Everything tasted like cinnamon and oranges." Roxas shudders from delight. "It was like...a hunger, way down in my belly, finally got filled up."

Axel's brow knits together and he leans back a little from Roxas. The way he talks about it..."It can't be," he mutters under his breath.

"What?"

"You can't be—you're human."

Roxas sits up abruptly, holding Axel's hand tighter, pulling Axel up a little as he pulls the clasped hand into his lap. "Y-you think I might be like you? Am I like you? Am I a demon?" Roxas' voice grows with excited energy and his face lights up.

Axel hears Roxas' heart rev up. His own heart races, but not from excitement. This is disturbing—unfathomable—it can't be true. Axel sits up and says again, for his own benefit, "You can't be. You're not."

A crestfallen expression snuffs out the excitement which built moments before. Roxas squeezes Axel's hand tightly. "Why not? I...I have horns. You...you say my eyes glow? Your eyes glow all the time! They shine even brighter when I cum in you. I...what did you say before about sex and feeding? They're the same but different? I always thought I wanted sex...but...you cumming in me," Roxas sucks in a deep breath and arches his back; the sensation and memory causes him pleasure. Axel knows this because...it is the same for him when he thinks about his feeds. Axel grimaces while Roxas continues, "I've never felt so...contented since I got my horns. Maybe I am a demon. Maybe I am like you!" A hopeful smile stretches across Roxas' face and he husks with enthusiasm, "It makes so much sense." Blue eyes shine with fervor.

"But you can't be!" Axel pressed, a slight growl to his voice.

Roxas responds to the slight show of anger with his own snappy, "Why not?"

Axel cools himself. He doesn't quite know why he's feeling hostile toward Roxas right now. "I really don't know what to tell you. No demons live in other realms."

"Why not?"

"We can't survive in them. Not for long. Your sun is too bright, your food unpalatable. Being here for longer than a night makes us sick. We come to these places once a year to feed and that's just how things are." He shrugs his shoulder.

Roxas' anger turns and with a grimace of chagrin, says, "But why am I like this?"

"I don't know…" Axel wants to help Roxas. He needs to help himself understand as well, so he can rid himself of the irritation coursing in his veins. "Do any of the other meats—humans with horns have the same stuff happen to them, like you have experienced?"

"I don't know. I've...never asked them. I've never told them. I always thought it was just something wrong with me, y'know. And...it's also really embarrassing. I try to keep this to myself."

Those words dig at Axel where his soul should be. "Your mother is human, right?"

"Yeah. Of course, she is."

Axel hums. "Yeah, sorry. It's a dumb question." With a sigh, he follows on, "If she wasn't though, she couldn't live here. She's always here, right?"

"Yeah. She's not here today, but she...I see her every day, normally."

Axel wracks his brain, trying to find some answer. Roxas can't be a demon. Axel doesn't want him to be a demon. "Does food taste good?"

"Yeah. My mom's a massively good cook. I love eating her food. I love eating."

"And it all tastes good to you?"

"Yeah."

Axel pouts and thinks deeply. "I don't know what to tell you, Roxas. I don't know what's going on."

"You really don't think I might be? Not even half or something? I don't know who my dad is. Mom never talks about him. Could he be a demon?" Roxas asks, almost desperate. He looks so eager.

Axel wishes he could lie to him to make him feel better, but he doesn't want to entertain the thought. "I've never heard of anything like that before." He has heard of a lot of other things, but never of a half-breed—never of a demon siring offspring, with demons of their own kind or other.

"But...you incubi have a lot of sex...you don't think one of you might have gotten—I mean—I don't even want to think about it but...you don't think it could have somehow happened to my mom?"

The desperate eagerness in Roxas pains Axel. It squeezes his insides, twists, and makes him feel ill. "It's never happened, Roxas. I'm sorry. No demon has ever sired a child to a human before. No demon has ever had a—what do you call those little squishy fragile things that cry all the time?"

"Babies?"

"Mm, yes. Demons don't have babies. Some demons go to special places to get little sprouts and broods, but they all come out of wellsprings and mines, and fires, and gushing rivers, fully made, just smaller and full of mischief. There is no puberty, we don't have sex, we aren't compatible with other species and races. We hardly even feel anything for you—meatsacks are cattle." Axel regrets it as soon as it leaves his mouth. Roxas looks hurt and draws away from him.

"But we had sex. You…" Roxas' voice cracks, and he looks like he's fighting back tears. "I'm nothing but food to you?"

He thinks 'Yes,' because it's what he's been molded to say, think, and feel. He has never been challenged on this basic fact, but he says, "No," surprising himself. Roxas looking upset is upsetting him. Something sharp scratches in the hollow part of himself that has been feeling so warm and nice whenever Roxas smiles at him. He wants nothing more than Roxas to smile at him. He grabs Roxas' wrist and his tail is there, grabbing Roxas' other wrist. Axel pulls the little human toward himself.

"What am I, Axel?" Roxas pleads. He seems lost and forlorn. His eyes shimmer with unshed tears.

"You are...you are—" Axel flings his arms around Roxas and presses him tightly to his chest. Roxas scrambles, sitting on Axel's lap and clings to him, arms winding around Axel's neck, his fingertips digging into Axel's skin.

Axel feels the hot tears falling against his shoulder. He doesn't know what Roxas wants from him—well, he does know. But that is something Axel can't do. He can't tell him what he wants to hear; he doesn't want to lie to Roxas, which is ridiculous because he has no qualms about lying or manipulating anyone or anything, as long as it benefits him. Making Roxas happy with a lie would benefit him, but the idea of it sours the sweet taste in his mouth.

He can however say this, "You're amazing; insatiable; a wet dream. You're...my favorite food. You're the only—human—I've ever wanted to get to know; the only one I've ever shared myself with; the only one who's ever seen me how I really am." He strokes Roxas' damp and sticky hair, breathing in his scent, and hugging him tight. "I don't know what happened to you to make you like this, and I don't think you are a demon—" Axel hears Roxas' disappointed and pained exhale, "but despite that, you are special. You are important to me." That is the closest Axel can bring himself to get to...whatever this strange sensation inside himself is. He doesn't know how it's happening, or why it's happening, but Roxas is somebody to him now. Where before he was just one in the herd, to be picked out and feasted upon, Axel now cares for this meatsack. Truth be told he is also very intrigued by everything he has experienced this night. There are things inside of Axel that he's never felt before, but he understands that they are connected and intimately tied to being around Roxas.

Roxas' arms crush around Axel, hugging him fiercely. "Thank you," Roxas breathes out and Axel would have missed it if not for his sharp hearing.

"Why do you want to be a demon so badly?" Axel asks gently, stroking the soft skin of Roxas' back.

"I just...wanna be normal. When I saw you at the party with your horns and wings...when you kept stalking me…" Roxas sighs, "I was so fucking relieved when I found out your horns were real. I can't go through life alone anymore. I can't stand all the teasing. I don't want to be…" Roxas tenses in Axel's arms.

Something heavy sits in Axel's chest, making it hard to breathe. "I want to help you." Axel doesn't think he has ever been this sincere in his entire life. He doesn't think he has ever wanted something so much in his life. "I want to help you find answers to who you are." They pull apart a little, just enough to look at each other. Roxas' eyes shimmer in the warm glow of the room.

"I promise I'll try and find something out for you. But I can't do it here."

Roxas leans back sharply. "You're gonna leave?" incredulity laces his voice and his eyes widen with horror.

Once more, Axel regrets. He seems to keep hurting Roxas and it bothers him, but he has to face up to the reality of the situation. "Yes, I have to. There will be no answers here. If you are…" he doesn't know what word to use, "whatever happened, whatever you are, there is more chance of me finding something out about it back home."

"I don't want you to go. I don't want you to abandon me here!"

"I…" Axel's mouth flaps. He wants to say he won't abandon Roxas, wants to reassure him he'll be back but...he would be lying. He can't bring himself to lie to him. Not even a half-lie, not even empty promises. It sickens him just to contemplate that option.

"Take me with you," Roxas suddenly snaps, gripping Axel's forearms tightly.

"What?"

"Take me with you! Please. Axel, I'm begging you, please." A wild look crosses Roxas' face as his eyes dart.

"N-no, Roxas, I can't. I have no idea what that would do to you if I brought you back with me."

"So let's find out. I'm willing to risk it. It can't be worse than what my life is like here. Take me with you."

"No," Axel growls sharply—Roxas jumps and withdraws his hands. "You need to stay here."

"No!" Roxas screams and thumps a fist against the mattress. "You can't leave me here! I don't belong here! I belong with you."

Axel growls in his throat, getting agitated. "You can't. There are rules—"

"Rules? Rules?" A disgusted laugh leaves Roxas. "You're a demon! How can you have rules? Aren't you supposed to break rules? Aren't you bad?"

Axel doesn't appreciate the accusatory tone in Roxas' voice. This is precisely the prejudice he expects from meatsacks; it hurts coming from Roxas. "Bad? I wouldn't call myself bad. I'm just not pious like those goody-two-shoes in the light. Do you honestly think I'm bad?"

The hurt in Axel's chest must be coming across because Roxas looks remorseful and his face softening. "No. I'm sorry," he mutters and buries his head in his hands. "I'm just...angry. I can't believe what a night this has been. Everything I know and understand about my world's changed. How I see myself is changing. I know you say it's not possible, but I don't want to believe you." Roxas' hands drop and he looks back up at Axel. "For the first time since my horns appeared things make sense to me. You make sense to me. But you say I can't have that—can't have you. All because of rules? It's fucking bullshit. Just excuses."

"It's not an excuse," Axel mutters. He grabs Roxas' hand, holding it and looking at it. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I want you to understand why there are rules and why I can't do the things you want me to do." He glances up at Roxas, who still looks upset, but at least not angry.

"A long time ago there were no rules. Demons came to your worlds and stole meats—humans to bring back to our world. My kind fed on your kind. Drained them to the bone, sucked all the life out of them, leaving nothing behind. Our creator—" thinking about him leaves a bad taste in his mouth, "—he cares greatly for us and doesn't want to see demons destroy themselves because of greed and gluttony. So rules were put in place to protect everyone. Your worlds and ours. Powerful magics and spells were created to force a harmony. And in that, he created me and my ilk—incubi, and succubi, to help," he scoffs with derision and tiredly adds, "They have an important job to do—to feed and nourish our kind."

"They? But you're one of them."

"I am…" he sighs. It seems like he cannot avoid this topic of conversation after all. "I don't do it anymore. Remember how I told you I stopped letting others feed off me?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I'm my own law now. My brother's and sister's still go out most nights to feed so they can go home and feed those who can't make it through the gates. There is so much hunger. Always hunger. Humans are forbidden in my home, because you will be bled and sucked dry. You will be eaten, Roxas. Devoured. Alive, and in one go, if you are lucky. If you are unlucky it would be torture. If some demon with self-restraint got you, they could feed off you for months, until you starved or there was nothing but a stump left of you. I can't bear the thought of that." He physically starts feeling ill. He holds Roxas' hand firmly, rubbing his thumb against Roxas' palm frantically.

Roxas scowls and pouts.

"So, I know the rules suck, but they are there for reasons. Without rules there's chaos. When there's chaos, everything falls to ruin. We aren't holy and pure creatures. We need rules and regulations in play or we will destroy ourselves. Vices drive us. I'm an incubus by nature. Gluttony and lust are my core driving forces. Feeding on sexual energy is what I live for. And all my fellow demons are the same; some need blood, some flesh. Some are driven by riches, some by power. We all have a hunger that drives us mad with desire. The higher powers have realized that rules and order have to be put in place and these laws cannot, and must not be broken, or everyone in every realm will suffer."

Roxas remains quiet. His jaw clenches, his eyes give a hard stare at where Axel still holds his hand.

"And Roxas…" Blue eyes draw up and look at Axel. "I don't want anything bad happening to you and it will be nothing but bad if you come with me. Don't you think you'd be safer here, where you are familiar with how the world works? Where there is more order? We have nothing like the...what are those meatsacks with guns called? They drive around in their cars and eat those colorful round things with the holes in the middle."

"Police?"

"Yes, police. You have humans here—systems—that can protect you. Back home you'll have nothing but me."

Roxas frowns deeper and sighs. "I'll just be a burden. I get it," he mutters and sounds dejected.

"Not a burden. I worry about you. Your little horns and immense feeds will put you in incredible danger. I don't want bad things to happen to you. I worry about your safety."

Roxas huffs but doesn't pull away from Axel's touch.

They stay quiet for a while and a sadness is hollowing Axel out. It's rather deep and uncomfortable.

"If...if I can't go with you...can you stay with me? I'd feel better if you were close. If I can't come with you then, please, stay with me." Hope lights Roxas' eyes, he holds onto Axel's hand, clutching him.

At every turn, Axel is met with more pain. He can already feel how his answer is about to crush Roxas, but he doesn't want to lie to him, even if it is to protect him. "I'm a demon, and demons can't survive in your world, remember?"

"What? Why not? Have you ever tried?" Roxas' mouth hangs open.

Axel lets out a quiet but strained sigh. Having to bring up the wound from his past constricts his throat. "I have. I've tried really hard. It never works out. When the sky gets light, I need to go. No matter where I hide, no matter how dark...it's too hot, and burns, and makes me sick."

"Too hot? How can it be too hot? I thought Hell is hot, isn't it?"

Axel is in no mood to correct Roxas in regards to his homeworld's name. "It can get hot, yes."

"Well, I bet my world is nowhere near as hot as Hell. And it's going to be winter soon. You'll be so cold. It's gonna snow. Maybe you'll like it," Roxas says with eagerness. "Have you ever seen the snow? If you get too cold I can get you coats and turn the heater on."

It hurts Axel how endearing yet naïve Roxas is. He tries to stay patient while he explains, "Being in other worlds...it's a different sort of heat. It's not like an oven, where it is hot air. It is...a burning sensation. Deep inside, stinging, and crackling, and combusting," he winces just thinking about it. "I've tried staying, but more than a few hours past sun-up…" he shakes his head.

The frail eagerness crumples and pain flickers across Roxas' face, pulling his features tight. Hands curl into fists. Axel looks on with growing worry as a tremble runs through Roxas, folding him in on himself. A deep, held-in cry bursts out. Roxas shoves at Axel and collapses against the wet, stained bedsheets, howling with anguish.

The sound comes like a gut stab. "I'm sorry," Axel mutters.

"You're killing me!" Roxas bawls.

Axel is killing himself. He lies down next to Roxas, draping his arm over his back, hugging him.

Through splattering tears, Roxas squeaks, "I finally feel like someone gets me. I finally don't feel like a...freak," he keens with pain, "and you're—" sobs wrack his little body, "leaving me to suffer."

Axel breaks. "I'll come back." That is the first half-truth he tells, and it sickens him. Axel doesn't understand what's happening with himself; why he's acting—feeling—in such a way.

Roxas' wails of agony cease. He's barely even breathing. Slowly, he raises his head and turns to his left, to look at Axel. The red-rimmed eyes, splotchy cheeks, and quivering lip are like an arrow through Axel's chest.

"You will?" Roxas squeaks.

The deepest welling sadness and pain floods Axel. "Yes," he whispers, digging himself deeper into a promise which he knows could collapse on top of him and smother Roxas completely, if he doesn't manage to hold true to it.

"When? Will I see you next Halloween?" comes the brittle question.

Axel feels as if he's been filled with heavy stones, which grind inside, making him ill. He doesn't have the heart to tell Roxas he has no control over where he ends up when he steps through the portal. All he can do is hope for the best. He knows having no definitive answers will crush Roxas. He can't bring himself to do that. "Halloween," he whispers, giving a vague answer. If he can't find something to get him back sooner, Feasting Tide will be his best chance. Whether that is next year or the one after, or the next century, or millenia...he simply doesn't know.

Roxas huffs and pouts. Axel moves as Roxas slowly raises himself. The small blond sits on his legs, with his hands on his knees, eyes downcast before he sniffles and furiously wipes at his face and nose. With a sharp look of sadness, he stares over at Axel. "Didn't you say incubi come here often? You are one. Can't you come here whenever you want?"

Axel sighs. "When I stopped being a servant for other demons—when I stopped letting them feed off me—I gave up my privilege of traveling freely between worlds. I'm still an Incubus—the illusionary magic, the persuasion—that's in my woven fabric. But the travel permit was taken." The scars under his eyes—his marks of banishment—burn. "If I don't do my job I don't get the perks."

Roxas slaps Axel's bare thigh with his open palm, causing a sting, "Can't you just reapply for the job?" Roxas pleads with desperation.

Axel has a visceral and burning reaction to that. "No," he snaps, feeling his skin flush with heat. He must have gotten too hot because Roxas stares at him, leaning back a little, with terror in his eyes. "No," he says softer. "I will never do that to myself again, Roxas. Not for anyone or anything."

Roxas's face draws into a grimace. "So that's it. I'm stuck without you until next Halloween." His jaw tenses and his lips pucker a little. It is a very sour expression.

"I'm sorry."

Roxas' expression doesn't change. He stares, eyes glazed over and frowning at the mattress.

"I'll look for answers. I'll find some answers for you, Roxas. I promise. I'll come back as soon as I can." Axel keeps reassuring. It's important to him to see Roxas smile.

Roxas' head snaps up. His nostrils flare, his teeth are bared. A pained whine pitches his voice, "What if you find none? What if you find nothing that will let us be together? I can't come with you! You can't stay here! What is left? A once a year rendezvous? I can't fucking live like that!" he almost screeches.

Axel bows his head. His wings droop. His tail hangs limp to the side and off the bed, like it doesn't want to be seen by Roxas because of shame. "I don't know what to tell you," Axel mutters. "I'll try. That's the best I can offer you."

"You'll try! Fuck your laws! Fuck your worlds! And most of all, fuck you! I wish you'd never have come here. I wish you had left me alone instead of having stalked me into the cornfield," Roxas yells and his shimmering and firey stare burns into Axel. His fisted hands tremble at his sides. "I wish I had hit you harder! I wish you had let Vanitas and his possé humiliate me because what you're doing to me, right now, is so much worse!" Roxas squeezed his eyes shut with pain and the tears roll out. His teeth are bared with an agonized snarl. "I wish I'd never have met you! I wish you'd never have made me feel so nice. I wish you…" his voice breaks and fades, but with a renewed effort he starts up again, "I wish you never let me know that there was another way to live that wasn't just this hellhole I'm stuck in." Roxas blubbers, high pitched, and he grips the bed sheets with his fists. "How dare you make me feel normal for even a second! How dare you give me a glimmer of hope and then take it away like this!" Roxas breaks down; his sobs too powerful to form any more coherent sounds.

Actual panic rises in Axel's chest. He grabs at Roxas and pulls him against himself once more. Despite all the squirming and trying to push himself away and blubbering protests and colorful words Roxas spews out about Axel, Axel doesn't let go. His mind races for solutions. His mind searches for something positive he can tell Roxas. He contemplates begging for his powers back. If it means he could see Roxas almost daily surely he could—'No.' Axel still can't fight the absolute abhorrent rage that shoots up and inflames his entire body at that thought. He breathes in Roxas' sweet and salty scent; it helps to sooth the unbridled rage before it can show on the surface. He listens to Roxas' uncontrollable crying and grips the little body tighter. He will need to try and find another way, but right now nothing comes to mind. He mutters, "I'm sorry," for a very long time against Roxas' ear and into his impossibly soft hair.

Roxas' crying stops at some point. They are still pressed together, though, to be fair, Axel is doing most of the pressing and clutching, whilst Roxas seems more like a limp ragdoll against his embrace. Axel still murmurs a quiet, "Sorry," from time to time.

A deep inhale of breath heralds that Roxas is ready to talk again and Axel eagerly awaits it.

"Leave," Roxas intones gravely.

Has he heard right? He leans back a bit to look down at Roxas. No eye contact is given. "Rox—"

"Fucking leave," Roxas bellows and slams his palms against Axel, driving him away.

Axel sprawls against the bed, his wings keeping him from completely toppling over. He stares at Roxas, stunned. The little meatsack buries his head in his knees and rocks backward and forward, huffing hard.

Unsure of how to deal with a situation like this, Axel slips off the bed. He can hardly breathe with how sick he feels. He walks around the bed, toward his pile of clothes near the door, while keeping his eyes on Roxas. He berates himself. He should have left hours ago; should have never wasted his time pursuing this meat—human—demon? Axel keeps looking over his shoulder as he picks up his discarded clothes on the floor and dresses slowly. Roxas continues to sit on his bed, the rocking ceased, but his head's still bowed and turned away, and he's drawing idle patterns into the soiled and torn sheets with a finger.

"I'm sorry about your sheets," Axel tries, words clearly failing him. He's not sure how to make it right; whether to even bother. Roxas staying mad at him is the better option. It will make Axel's departure easier.

He catches himself, frozen in place, staring at Roxas. He refocused on getting redressed into his damp clothes; he'll probably have to ditch them and find himself a new get-up next time. He sighs. His chest feels so inexplicably tight at the thought of leaving—at the thought of not knowing when he might be back. He can't stand the thought of Roxas knowing he probably won't be back to see him next year. He also can't stomach the idea of disappointing Roxas by not showing up next year. Maybe it's helplessness he feels? He definitely doesn't like it.

Roxas murmurs, "Forget it. I go through a new sheet a day anyway." He turns his back to Axel and hugs his knees to his chest and sinks his head down.

Why is Roxas like this? Why does he have so many demon, and specifically succubus and incubus tendencies? Axel is too curious. It was curiosity that led him to follow Roxas. It was curiosity that rewarded him with one of the most amazing nights of his existence. He loathes the thought of leaving Roxas like this, but again, his demon brain tells him he should never have bothered. Maybe he's been alive for too long; getting bored of his own existence and any novelty sparks his interest now.

Axel is fully dressed, though his clothes are more disheveled. He doesn't care. He doesn't need to look presentable anymore. He is done for the night—for the year. Done with Roxas. A sharp pain stings his chest. He digs his hands deep into trouser pockets. Something soft and something lumpy surrounds his fingers. He grasps around the items and pulls them out, completely having forgotten about the chocolate bars and Roxas' bandana.

He walks over to the bed, dropping the items before Roxas and goes to the window. "Is it okay if I let myself out through here, or do you want me to use the door?"

Roxas looks up from the items on the bed. His eyes are red and puffy and his cheeks are caked in dry tear-tracks. "You had my bandana?"

"Yeah, I found it in the field. Is the window okay to leave through?" Axel eyeballs it. He figures it shouldn't be a problem to fit through it.

Roxas stays silent. Axel sighs and opens the window, letting in chilling air and diluting the aroma of their feeding and sex. He places his palms on the thick windowsill and stares out the window. Is this really it? "Do you want me to come back for you?" Axel asks, over his shoulder. If Roxas doesn't want him, he won't bother, but if he does...well...

"I never want you to leave. I want to go with you." Roxas' voice, though strong, now crumbles, "I don't want you to go. Please stay."

"You know that's not possible."

"Yeah, I know," Roxas looks glum and tears into one of the colorful candy bars, munching on it angrily.

Axel runs one of his long nails over the wood of the windowsill and listens to the faint sound of sadness still rattling inside of Roxas as he exhales. Axel should just leave and forget. No matter the promises he's made, he should leave and forget. He's a demon. What do promises even mean, especially when made to meatsacks? They are just food. He turns his head slightly and watches Roxas in his periphery. He thinks about everything that has happened tonight, again. He has a feeling this will not be the last time he thinks about blue eyes, blond hair, and a scent and taste that quickens the very rhythm of his heart. Roxas is...different...Roxas is...enduring his existence with no means out. Axel has managed to carve out his own existence like he wants it to be. He feels compelled to help Roxas achieve it as well. But in order to do that he needs to leave first.

"Axel."

The quiet plea draws his attention toward Roxas. "Yes?"

Open palms slap down on the mattress and Roxas leans forward. He squeezes his eyes shut and chants, "Take me with you, take me with you, take me with you, take me with you, take me with you!"

Axel stares. "What're you doing?"

Roxas pries one eye open and then shuts it again, beginning another chant, "Stay here with me, stay here with me, stay here with me, stay here with me, stay here with me!"

"Roxas!" Axel questions in alarm, fearing Roxas has suddenly gone insane.

"Please!" Roxas leans over even further, almost kissing the bed with his forehead before rebounding to his cross-legged position.

"You know I can't. Why're you making this so hard on the both of us?"

Roxas grimaces. His mouth flaps for a moment before he decides on what he wants to say most, "My eyes glow, and I have horns, and your cum is making me feel amazing. Maybe I also have your powers of...what do you call it? Persuasion? You force people to have sex with you, right? You convince them. Maybe I have the same kind of power and I can force you to stay here with me, or take me with you." Roxas starts his previous chants again while clamping his eyes shut.

There is so much wrong there that Axel doesn't quite know where to start. "I...No. I don't force anyone into intercourse with me. My kin suggests, entices. Those wanting to do things with us do. Those who really don't want to, don't. There's never any...coercion." That thought appalls him. "And besides, our persuasive powers only work on sexual acts. Not...this." He doesn't know what to really call what Roxas is trying to do.

Roxas opens his eyes and the look of concentration falls away. "Oh...so...you don't want to stay with me?"

"Roxas!"

"It's a valid question," he mutters sheepishly.

"You don't have powers. You're not a demon! And even if you were it wouldn't matter. Of course, I want to stay with you, but I can't unless you want me to die here."

Roxas' eyes widen before a pained expression crosses his face. "No, I don't want that," he mutters.

"Do you want to get tortured and devoured in the demon realm?" Axel asks, still with a biting air of concern in his voice, but he doesn't care. He needs Roxas to understand, once and for all.

"No," Roxas squeaks.

"Thank you. So, can you please drop all the creepy chanting?"

Roxas sulks, crosses arms over his chest and pouts at the mattress. He says, "I just want you to stay—" Axel sighs with frustration at not having gotten through to him at all, but Roxas interjects before Axel can say anything, "for as long as possible. I get this feeling…" Roxas' eyes flicker on and off Axel, "that this will be the last time we see each other."

Axel turns away, hiding his wince. He pulls the window shut and frowns at the sill, wishing that Roxas wasn't so perceptive. "I really want to help you, Roxas. I want to get back to you as fast as possible." Axel slides onto the bed and places his hand on Roxas' knee.

"I don't believe you."

"You really don't think I want to try for you?"

"I don't know what I should believe. This feels like goodbye." Roxas glares at Axel's hand on his body. "Can you swear to me that this isn't goodbye?"

Axel stays silent and strokes Roxas' knee.

"Axel," Roxas' voice hitches with a sob.

"All I can do is try. And I will. That is all I can give you." Axel drags his gaze up Roxas' body, to his eyes.

Roxas exhales a heavy sigh. "I want you to give me something else besides your words."

Axel grimaces; the pain in his chest an unrelenting force grinding against him. "What would you have me give you?"

"I want you here in my bed with me. I want you here until the last possible second. I don't want to talk about losing you. I don't want to think about reality. I...I want us to be normal together. Two normal human dudes, fucking each other. Can you do that for me? I want to pretend you're a foreign exchange student who's about to go back to his country. I want to pretend that I can stalk you on my phone and send you emails and naked photos of myself whenever I feel like it. I want to feel like you will always be close by and reachable. Can you do that for me?"

Axel smiles gently. It's the only thing he can do to hide the sadness behind. "Yeah, I can. How do you want me to look?" His illusionary magic can't auto-transform him to suit Roxas' tastes, but Axel can do it manually—if he knows what to shift and change—if he focuses really hard.

Roxas wears a stern frown. He eyes Axel up and down, and grumpily says, "Long red hair with wild spikes, pale skin, acid-green eyes that don't glow. One upside down teardrop-shaped tattoo under each eye, a toothy smirk, tall, well-built with a bit of pudge around the middle. Long limbs, a big dick, and warm hands. Can you do that for me?"

Axel almost feels tears gathering behind his eyes. He nods, and with that, his demon form dissolves, leaving him in his preferred meatsack state, sans horns, wings, and tail. He feels a little bit naked without them but he imagines he will be getting even more naked very shortly, so he doesn't really mind.

A smile finally lightens Roxas' face. "Oh, I forgot one thing."

"Yes?"

Roxas reaches toward Axel, cupping his face, brushing his thumb over the tattoo. "You need to be naked."

Axel chuckles and nuzzles Roxas' hand before he smirks the way Roxas seems to like. "You need to help me with that."

Roxas gives a tight-lipped smile and obliges Axel. He runs his hands over Axel's body, exploring territory he has already claimed so many times this night. Buttons, clasps, and fasteners pop undone. Fabric is brushed aside, and palms slide across warm flesh, revealing more and more skin to the air and the warm glow of the lamplight.

They sit close together now, kissing, while their limbs intertwine and fingers brush, graze, squeeze, and hold. Roxas runs his hands over Axel's back to his ass, no wings or tail in the way to obstruct his strong strokes and rubs. Axel feels powerless against Roxas' intrusive tongue, which barges and claims everything it comes in contact with.

Axel is propped up on one of the pillows which has found its way back on the bed. His head is thrust back and he lazily teases Roxas' erection with his hand at Roxas' request, while that tight heat of Roxas' glorious ass fits and pumps around his cock. He murmurs quietly with ecstasy, and groans up at the ceiling with each of Roxas' quick rolls of his hips and slams of his ass cheeks against Axel's body.

Axel delights in the feel of Roxas' heavy balls vigorously slapping against the base of his shaft. Roxas' pre-cum coats everything and grows Axel's hunger. He can't help but lick his hand clean every once in a while, just so he can savor and relish that intoxicating scent and taste that belongs to Roxas alone. Axel wants that smell to leech into the very fabric of his bones. He wants to absorb as much as possible before the chance gets snuffed out. But Axel doesn't linger on that thought. He tries not to detract from the hot, heavy excitement, and eager, bubbling joy dancing in his chest, and fluttering in the pit of his stomach.

Roxas grinds against him full tilt. His hands are like death-grips on Axel's shoulders. Each thrust fierce and powerful. Roxas' face contorts with raw pleasure. His skin glistens with sweat, and grunting sounds in the back of Roxas' throat form words, "Cum. Cum! Cum! Axel! Cum for me!" Over and over he grinds through grit teeth and each time his throat sounds more hoarse.

A grand pressure builds inside of Axel. The pleasure builds and builds. Roxas' words are like warm honey dripping into him, drowning him. His insides coil, pressure builds. A pull and a tug, seductive, strong. An urge to release everything inside himself unravels him. It strips away the mental wall he's built up through centuries of being used and drained, and before he knows what's happening the warmth around his cock, the pressure of Roxas all around him, those hands touching him all over, soft and hard, and the straining tremble in Roxas' voice, pull the last blockage away. With a groaning sigh, and the arching of his back, Axel's orgasm spurts and rips through and out of him, straight into Roxas.

It is breathtaking, winding. Axel can't stop cumming. It feels too good to stop. He wants to lose himself in Roxas, be one with him, give his all to him, feed him, cherish him.

Axel strains to open his eyes, but he does, because he wants to look at Roxas, atop of him, groaning with the deepest satisfaction. A waterfall of cum sprays out, covering Axel's stomach. Roxas' orgasm, the energy of it, soaks into Axel, nourishing him, even while he pours himself into Roxas. Roxas, who is completely insatiable, magnificent, endearing, aggravating, perfect. With his eyes so blue and bright that they shine even through his closed eyelids with how much he's enjoying Axel's orgasm.

Roxas collapses on top of Axel, his orgasm drained, and only then does Axel feel his own ecstasy abate and his cock stop pumping out fluids.

Demon and human are wrecked. Their bodies quiver with the aftershocks of pleasure. Their breaths rasp against raw throats and sweaty skin. Axel manages to move his arm enough to wrap around Roxas' back, and reaches up to the nape of his neck, squeezing with affection. He even gets up enough energy to press a soft kiss to Roxas' damp forehead.

Roxas inhales sharply. It sounds like the weakest laugh, and grows stronger. Axel hums along with tired elation. Roxas nudges his chin forward a little and they meet in a small kiss, which grows into a long suck, and tangle of tongues. Roxas' eyes flutter open, the faintest glow still visible from within, and a radiant sunshine painted on happy lips.

Axel smiles back, unable to fathom this little creature on top of him; this human with tiny horns and glowing eyes and in possession of cum that could feed an army of legions. Axel's chest feels to be swelling like a balloon.

A blissful softness washes over Roxas' face. "I made you cum," he gloats with smug satisfaction and the faintest chuckle.

"You're incredible," Axel husks, his heart thumping and his cock still delightfully pulsing inside Roxas' tight heat. For a moment he never wants to leave, and he wonders if the sunshine's brightness and heat really are as bad as he remembers, or if memory is playing tricks on him.

"I must have powers. I made you cum." Roxas smiles at him sweetly, and maybe a little bit proud.

"No, you're just so incredible," Axel repeats. Surely it's not anything else than that.

Roxas' eyebrow cocks with skepticism. "Why's it so hard for you to believe?"

Axel doesn't want to cause a scene. He just wants to be happy for a while and leave Roxas feeling happy too. "I thought we were pretending to be normal."

Roxas' eyes slip half-shut and he trails a wet open-mouthed kiss up Axel's neck to his ear, where he pulls at Axel's earlobe with his teeth and mutters, "I'm fucking a sex demon who can't get enough of me. That will never be normal." A small chuckle fills Axel's ear.

Axel adds his own rumbling laugh to the chorus. "Well, in that case—" Axel cranes his head a little, pulls Roxas down a bit and then, with his nose in blond hair, begins sucking hard on one of Roxas' little horns.

Roxas gives a loud gasp and almost instantly melts into Axel's touch. He nuzzles against Axel's neck and whimpers. "I'm gonna miss this so much," he muffles, with a tense and brittle edge to his voice, which feels like a punch to Axel's gut.

He sucks harder, rolls Roxas over, and tops the little devilish human. He is determined to make the next three hours before sun up as spectacular and memorable for Roxas as possible. From kissing and licking him everywhere, inside and out, lavishing him with compliments on his features, his voice, his personality, all the way to making sure Roxas cums as much as possible while Axel holds him close.

It is a true marathon session, one where Axel also blows his load every time Roxas asks for it, which he does—a lot. Axel has never been so spent—so full—blissed out—completely satiated.

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It has been a while now since they had shared their last orgasms with each other. Everything is quiet and pleasant. Sleep took Roxas but not Axel. He lies awake, head nestled against the one pillow that's left on the bed. Roxas is snuggled into his side, with limbs draped over him, and soft breath warming his side. Axel's heart still pounds with some strength. Roxas' distinct taste remains in his body and mouth. He never wants to forget the taste and smell of this small human. The more time he spends with Roxas the more he wants to stay, or take him with him. But those things aren't an option. He needs to go. He can see the dark of the room lighten over time. The yellow of the lamplight isn't so illuminating anymore. The deep shadows hiding between furniture and in corners isn't as pitch dark anymore. A heat wells inside his body, which isn't pleasant even in the slightest.

His time spent awake is divided between staring enraptured at Roxas and wrestling with his need to survive and flee. But lying with Roxas curled up next to him is the best place in all the worlds and realms for Axel, so he stays, thinking one more minute won't hurt.

He runs his fingers down the planes of Roxas' naked body. He nuzzles into the silken strands of Roxas' hair and leaves the gentlest of kisses on the tips of small horns. They somehow look bigger and longer to Axel now. He's probably just imagining it though.

Axel remains still for a while longer. He listens to the quiet, rhythmic thumping of Roxas' heart—his even, shallow breaths, and Axel inhales as much of Roxas' scent as possible. He will miss this. He will miss Roxas. He doesn't want to leave. But a bird starts chirping somewhere outside. Daybreak is upon him and he has to leave before the sun is properly up. He can tell this realm he has landed in is one rather close to the light. The sun will burn even hotter here.

He gently shifts, pulling himself out from under Roxas, gently lowering Roxas' head and arm and leg down as he gets out from under each of these. He finds the blanket on the floor and drapes it over Roxas. Axel then stands there and stares down; his feet rooted in place. Roxas is so beautiful, so alluring, so special.

The air feels warmer. The sun is coming. Axel needs to leave. He sighs, hoping it will syphon out the dense heaviness in his chest. It doesn't. He arches his back and changes back to his demon form. It makes him feel a little more like himself...it allows him to get his legs moving. He makes for the window at the head of the bed. He quietly pushes the window open, stopping every time he hears Roxas' breath changing or when the window sounds too loud for his ears. He gets it all the way up. Cold air blows in, diluting the delicious scent clinging to everything in the room. The fresh air helps Axel to detach himself a little. He cannot stay.

His hands go to the windowsill, his foot finds perch on the bed's wooden frame and he makes to climb out. Axel feels it though: his tail squirming across and making its way under the blanket. Axel grumbles in his head and mentally tugs at his disobedient tail. It takes him tugging and recoiling it three times and under his breath growling, "Pretzel," before it behaves and leaves Roxas' body alone. Axel makes to climb out the window again but he stops, frozen in his tracks.

"Don't go, don't go, don't go," Roxas whispers.

Axel's chest tightens. The weight of all the worlds dump on him. "Roxas stop, please stop."

"No." Roxas sits up, the blanket pooling around his waist. "Please stay! Please take me with you. Please! Just...anything! Anything but you leaving me."

"Roxas, please don't make this harder than it already is." Axel keeps looking out the window. If he turns back Roxas might just convince him.

He can hear the soft sob and the hitch in Roxas' voice as he says, "I just found you—I finally feel normal—I don't want to be alone anymore."

The words crush Axel. He's never felt something like this before. Hearing Roxas like this...knowing what pain it's causing him...He can't breathe and there is a strange lump sitting in his throat which he tries to swallow down. He can't stand the thought of leaving Roxas like this—but what choice does he have?

An uncomfortable thought suddenly accosts him. Slowly, and stiffly, he says, "You said before that you wished we never met."

"I didn't—"

"If you could forget that this ever happened," Axel snaps, looking over his shoulder, "if you could forget we ever met—would you want to?"

Shock widens Roxas' mouth and eyes. "What're you talking about? How could I ever forget you?"

Axel turns around, facing Roxas. He's feeling hotter with the rising sun. He feels torn inside between his desires, and sickened with the choice he offers, "I can make you forget."

"Make me forget?" Roxas' eyes widen even further.

"It's called a Goodnight's Kiss. You'll feel really drowsy, wake up, and won't remember a thing." Axel grimaces, hurt and disgusted at the option. The very idea of Roxas not remembering him makes him sick. But given the choice of Roxas suffering, or him forgetting they ever met, Axel knows what he would choose for Roxas.

Roxas visibly shrinks back and grabs his upper arm as if wounded. "Forget you? I never want to forget you, Axel. Yeah, it's gonna hurt without you, but...I'm so glad I met you. I don't want to ever forget what we've done together. I don't want to never have felt normal."

Axel's heart warms from Roxas' response, but he feels deeply upset about it still. He must be giving off a very sorrowful vibe because Roxas frowns. "I'm sorry, Axel. I know I'm being difficult. I know we have no option. I just...this sucks."

"Yeah."

"I don't want this to be goodbye. I want you to try and come back to me."

"I want to, too. I will try." That is the closest he can get to promising Roxas.

It makes the small human smile weakly. "I...please don't forget me."

"Never."

The smile strengthens a little. "I want to give you something to remember me by." Roxas looks around himself, spots something, and scrambles for it.

Axel knows he could never forget Roxas, but he'll accept a memento...if Roxas can hurry up and find it.

Roxas throws pillows back on the bed and keeps searching around for something.

"I need to go, Roxas. The sun is getting brighter and hotter." Axel feels the beginning of anxious stress tightening and twisting his insides.

"Okay, okay, just...gimme a sec." Roxas bends down at the far side of the bed. Axel can hardly see him as he's scrambling about beneath the bed. He waits, agitation twitching his tail. He doesn't know how long he can hold out for. If he were to stay long after the portal closes...he might be okay? He is stronger now than he was about a millenia ago. Maybe he could stand the burn. Maybe Roxas' amazing feeds might help him somehow. He can't believe he's seriously considering it. Well...he can sort of believe it. Axel's discovered a new joy in his life...but that also means he isn't ready to let himself turn to dust yet either. No. There is more chance of him finding something to help him be with Roxas if he lives and goes back home.

"Ah! Found it!" Roxas jumps up and holds something red aloft and bounds up onto the mattress and comes to a standstill before Axel. He drops down to his knees.

Roxas holds out the red thing which Axel recognizes as being Roxas' bandana. He gives Roxas a questioning look.

"Here. Take it. I know it's not much but…" Roxas gives Axel a big-yet-watery smile.

Axel's heart cracks. He takes the offering. It is drenched in both their cum. Axel licks it and tries to stay upbeat. "Thank you, Roxas. I have nothing to give you."

"I have your clothes."

Somehow, despite the sadness, Axel snorts with a laugh. "What's good about my clothes?"

"They smell like you. And same as my bandana; I know your pants have cum on them. I'll sniff them and be reminded of you. That should keep me going until you come back." Roxas smiles in a very strained and painful looking way.

"You'll believe that I'll come back?"

"I have to. I don't know how I can go on without believing it."

"Roxas—" A deep pain wells inside. "I'll come back for you." Axel tries to find it inside himself to give Roxas a positive smile. It feels weak, but he holds it in place as best he can. "I'll never forget you either. I'll come back to see you. I swear I will. I'll do everything in my power to try." It stings that he can't be specific about when that might be or how long it will take.

It is a sore point for both of them. Hurt sits in Roxas' eyes, in the twitch from his lips, and in his stiff movements.

Axel hates that look in Roxas' eyes. He hates the hurt he is causing him. He hates that he can't give concrete answers or anything more certain than the vaguest of promises. He really wishes he could take all of Roxas' sorrows away. But he can't. He has to hurry—time is running out. Clutching the red gift, he finally makes for the window again. It is already much lighter and more birds are chirping. If he delays any more he will be majorly screwed. He grips the windowsill and climbs up, turning around to get his legs and wings through first. As he turns around though Roxas is right there in his face.

"Axel," Roxas' voice drags with a heavy burden.

The allure of Roxas' lips is too powerful. Axel kisses Roxas to try and break the discomfort of what he is about to do. He kisses him once, twice, thrice. By the tenth time he's hanging out of Roxas' window, feet perched on the smallest footholds he can find, between the wooden slats of the house's exterior veneer. He digs his fingernails into the windowsill, keeping him from falling. He feels no more ready or willing to leave than he was at the very start of their night in this small room. A demon's lifetime isn't adequately long enough to get his fill of Roxas.

"We'll see each other again," Axel says and hopes that he will be able to keep the promise.

"I miss you so much," is all that Roxas says and tears trickle out.

The pain in Axel's chest is immense. He's not sure what is wrong with him. He just wants to see Roxas happy—wants to know that Roxas will forever be happy. He hates that he might not see Roxas again; he can hardly bear it. That is when he decides that he can't go through with it: can't leave Roxas in perpetual pain. With sickness almost choking him, he knows what must be done. He knows what is for the best—for the both of them—mainly for Roxas. They share one final languid and deeply intense farewell kiss. Axel sucks on Roxas' tongue. The magic tingles, numbing his lips. He puts his everything into that kiss and fights against the tears. It hurts in Axel's chest and he doesn't know why it should affect him so much, but it does.

Finally, they break apart. Tears trickle from Roxas, and Axel can still feel his own tears welling in his eyes. "Catch ya later." Axel takes a deep breath and mentally screams at himself to let go—to leave. Roxas gives him a smile and drowsy blink. He yawns. Axel's heart is crushed. He releases his grip on the window and pushes off the wall. He twists in mid-air while he plummets to the ground. His wings catch the updraft and he flies off, giving a final look behind himself. He sees Roxas hanging out the window waving at him, with more yawns following. He waves back before he is too far away for Roxas to recognize the gesture, but is relieved that Roxas cannot see the ache as it streams down his face in red hot sputters.

He clears his head and focuses ahead of himself, doubling his speed with powerful flaps of his wings across the brightening sky. He can barely feel it anymore—the presence of the portal—but he makes for where his senses guide him.

The morning chorus of birds rises. Little meatsacks stir and move amongst the streets below, and a lone car zooms down the road. He shouldn't have stayed so long. He forces his wings to flap faster, pushing more air past himself. He climbs and plunges, to help speed his momentum up further. All the while he clutches the bandana that Roxas has given him and ignores how tears keep replacing the ones that the wind is drying. He ignores the deep longing that expands inside himself the further he flies from Roxas. He focuses instead on flying as fast as he can, racing against the rising of the sun. He needs to get back to his home. For himself. For Roxas.

The closer he gets to the portal the stronger the familiar feeling grows. He can sense it, feel it, even smell it. The smell of home, wafting through the air and then he can see it, a dark patch in the light sky. It's so small; far smaller than the one he squeezed through to get here. He takes a deep breath, summons his strength, stretches his arm out. He rams into the portal with his outstretched pinkie, threading himself through, squeezing his body into the dimensional rift.

It hurts, but Axel makes it through. He falls into the dark realm between worlds. There is a deep disorientation that grips him. Writhing, every which way, his wings fail at any sort of cohesion. He strains and tries to align his body while he sucks in rancid air, inflating his lungs and himself. A few more dizzying moments and his head stops spinning. Regaining control over himself, he manages to get his wings to cooperate enough to let him glide through the deathly quiet and empty void. Everyone's already come back and is gone now, not to return for another year. Not even legions stand guard, having deemed the portal too vanished for any soulless creature to pass through it.

Axel flaps around a little, wheeling and trying to get his thoughts in order before he returns to his noisy and predatorial home. There will be demons lurking and ready to pounce and feast on the bounty of others; demons that get rich and fat off others' hard work; demons who couldn't get enough; who want more...always want more; Axel, for once, isn't one of those left wanting more. He is full. He is stuffed. He feels he will be stuffed for a very long time after everyone else begins showing signs of gauntness. That makes him even more of a target. He might just stay at home in his lofty abode and away from the large lairs and dens, and certainly the cities...but...Axel worries at his lip and drops to the solid surface of the void below. His legs buckle a little, feeling like he's been out at sea. He collapses, but it isn't because of the disorientation from the portal.

His trembling fingers trace his lips and bitter tears fall out. He can't forget why he is so completely full and satiated. Why had he done that? Why had he given Roxas the Goodnight's Kiss? He regrets it—he regrets it so much—now that he's in the dark, away from the imminent danger of getting stranded in an environment incompatible with his life, the fog of panic and dread lifts. He tries to remember what was going through his mind when he made that snap decision to give Roxas what he didn't want, but what Axel thought he needed. It had seemed like the right thing to do. Axel couldn't...still can't bear to leave Roxas in so much pain and sadness. He should never have promised Roxas that he would be back; never have given him a fool's hope. He should have been hard and cold, but...everything about Roxas makes him soft and watery.

Axel knows his world. He knows the reality and rules of demons' existence. He can't come back, not by sheer will, not when it's most convenient for the both of them. Axel is at the mercy of his realms laws and rules. He can't change that, no matter how intoxicating Roxas' wistful hope had been on him, out there, in that other world. And ultimately, Roxas saw through Axel's lies. Maybe that's what Axel wants Roxas to forget the most; what a liar he is. Giving Roxas that kiss was—is—for the best. This is the right choice. Now, if only he could find something for himself to let him forget. It hurts him. The idea of not seeing Roxas again forces his head down to the inky black ground.

His nails dig into the palms of his hands and his fist tightens around the bandana he still grips with all his strength. He brings it to his face and smells it. Roxas' scent clings to it and Axel breathes it in deeply. More tears fall out.

He keeps telling himself that it's better this way; meatsacks don't belong in the demon world. There is no guarantee that Axel can make it back to see Roxas before he is old or dead. He doesn't want to have Roxas be in pain because of him. He doesn't know if he can keep the promises he made to Roxas. The Goodnight's Kiss was the safest bet. It protects Roxas and gives Axel an out in case he can't find solutions.

His tail smacks him across his face. Axel whines and grabs angrily at himself. "It's for the best. You want him pining after us for all his days? It's better to never feel normal then to experience it for one day and to have that be ripped away from you," he snarls.

His tail goes limp in his hands. Axel tells himself again that he has done the right thing—the best thing—the only thing that was an actual option. He will do his best, he will try to find answers but...if he can't...Axel deflates a little, his shoulders slouch and his wings droop. He will carry Roxas in his mind. He will not forget the small meatsack. This, he promises to himself and it is the least he can do. But right now, he is tired and done. The night's feeding catches up with him. Exhaustion like he's never felt before washes over him. He slowly sinks and melds into the dark to go home and see if he won't feel better after a long hibernation.