so (-': hello lovelies. its me yet again. claiming to be back to edit and complete this fic once and for all. to my dearest readers from 2017 and especially to those from 2011-2014, hello. hi. im sorry. welcome back. if youre new here and just discovering this story, welcome and im sorry in advance. please bear with me; some chapters were edited heavily and some not so much and some are completely gone and some are brand new! to new readers, thank you for stopping by! most of the chapters are completed so updates should come quickly. i really do expect to finish this time. i have been working on editing the old chapters for a few weeks now so i really wont leave you hanging this time (-': i hope you enjoy reading!
"You know you're not allowed to smoke on campus."
With an unlit cigarette resting between his lips and a lighter in his right hand, Roxas looked up irately at the person who was speaking to him. His English teacher loomed over him, arms crossed. Roxas closed his eyes, and lit his cigarette. He took a long drag and used his index and middle finger to pull the cigarette from his mouth. Counting to ten, he let the toxic air fill him, mixing into his lungs and washing over him like a calming wave. He exhaled watching the smoke linger for a second before dissipating into the air, "I know." The blonde stuck the cigarette back in his mouth and held it between his teeth as he spoke, "So what?"
"So you could get in a lot of trouble," his teacher snatched the cigarette from his student's mouth.
"Hey! Don't be a dick! That shit costs money!" Roxas stood immediately, reaching for the cigarette.
The man slipped the cigarette between his lips and inhaled hard. He let out a large puff of smoke, "You took that pack from me. You shouldn't be smoking anyway, little one."
Roxas's middle finger shot up, flipping the redhead off, "Fuck you. Don't call me that." The blonde pulled a new cigarette from the pack he kept in his back pocket, placing it into his mouth.
"I'll take those from you all day."
The blonde groaned, sliding down against the wall to sit back on the ground, "What do you want, Axel?"
"I told you before, little one, it's Mr. Lea. You don't call me 'Axel'."
Roxas clicked his tongue at his teacher's emphasis on the nickname and lit his second cigarette, "Can you stop pretending that you actually care about that and just leave me alone."
Axel sat beside his blonde student, taking his cigarette once again. He ground the first cigarette into the cement before it had even burned down halfway, "And what's today's reason for skipping your classes? You just that eager to see me?"
"Fuck! Will you cut that out?! I just don't wanna go, okay?! I don't need a reason," Roxas shifted his weight and reached for his back pocket for the third time. "And don't think for a second that I wanted to see- HEY!"
Flicking the second cigarette into the grass, Axel reached over and snatched the pack out of his student's hand.
"Come on! Give it back!" Roxas crawled over his teacher, straddling the man and reaching for the cigarettes, but his teacher laughed and grabbed him by the wrist to hold him down and held the pack just out of his reach. Roxas stopped struggling suddenly and just glared at his teacher. He dropped the arm that was reaching for the pack and his gaze calmed. A moment passed and then Roxas had his lips over Axel's. His tongue slid with ease through the redhead's lips. Roxas's tongue ran over Axel's teeth and lips, taking in the taste of bitter tobacco and menthol and Axel released the kid's hand to tangle his fingers into the kid's soft locks. The blonde's small hands worked up and down the older man's body, sneaking up the white button down shirt that Axel never seemed to close completely. His other hand made its way to the redhead's crotch. Roxas rubbed his teacher's jeans passionately, moaning into their kiss. Axel ran his hand down the boy's back from his neck to his hips, fingernails lightly raking the skin through his shirt.
The moment Axel pulled Roxas around the waist, his student pulled away, breaking their kiss, "You fag." Roxas pulled a new cigarette from the box with dramatic motions as to show off his victory before holding it between lightly clenched teeth, "You're just so easy, it's not even fun anymore."
Axel's expression hardened, his tone shifting from playful and casual to one that was more stern and almost disappointed, "Ah, but that is where you're wrong."
Roxas's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, the cigarette falling between the two of them as he examined what his teacher held before his eyes. A small, see-through baggy containing three pills was now in his teacher's possession. The teen fumbled for his pockets, patting them and wiggling his fingers into them, "Why- when did you?"
Axel frowned, "I'm always one step ahead of you, dear." He closed his fist around the bag and brushed Roxas's golden fringe away from his forehead with his knuckles and Roxas flinched and clenched his eyes shut, but Axel just kissed it gently. "Don't worry; I'm not going to tell on you."
The blonde pulled back and looked away, wiping his head with the back of his hand, "Give those back. They're… not mine."
"Right, right. Of course, they're not," Axel rolled his eyes and put the bag into his own pocket and Roxas stared at it contemplating if he should reach in and take them back, but Axel took his attention away from them, taking Roxas's hand gently. The blonde's eyes shot back up to his teacher's, who's expression had now softened, "You know…" his free hand moved to Roxas's wrist and he pushed the boy's sleeve up, "You're going to seriously hurt yourself."
Roxas avoided making eye contact with the man, eyes shifting to and from the needle scars on his arms. He clenched his eyes shut, disgusted with himself silently wishing the moment would end sooner. His teacher was probably right; he was a ticking time bomb -a tragedy waiting to happen. Roxas pulled his lips into a tight line, "I know."
"Roxas, this is serious. You need help."
The blonde finally looked up at Axel, "No. I don't. I could stop if I wanted."
"I'm not talking about the drugs; I'm talking about you wanting to throw your life away. I know that's why you do it and I know you could quit if you really wanted to. I've seen you do it. So why don't you stop this already?"
"I only did that because it was for him," the blonde mumbled.
Axel winced at the last statement. He knew exactly who Roxas was referring to.
Reno was Axel's older twin brother, but he was his polar opposite. He was self-centered, cruel, and uncaring, but he masked it so well behind a soft and compassionate facade that you'd think Axel was the bad twin. Three years prior, when Roxas was only a freshman, Reno came home with the boy from some party. Axel had already known Roxas from school, but never did he expect to see him with his brother.
At first, the two were quite casual; Roxas had a girlfriend at the time and Reno had never been big on dating, but still being friends with each other came with… benefits. Everything was fine until Roxas started developing feelings for Reno. And Reno, being the manipulative bastard he was, played with the boy's heart, pretending their love was mutual.
The man was a medical student, studying to become a doctor, so he'd say he hated Roxas putting anything bad into his body. The reality, however, was that he wanted to be the boy's sole source of escape and happiness. He wanted Roxas to feel like he needed him. He wanted to be Roxas's drug. And so just like that, the boy immediately quit everything. Without a second thought he just stopped because, suddenly, he thought had something worth living for.
Roxas laughed, "Yeah and in the end, all he did was give me an even another reason to fucking hate my life."
Axel looked at the boy with concern, "Roxas, you shouldn't take your life so casually."
"Or maybe you shouldn't take my life so seriously. Face it. No one would miss me, Axel. Who would honestly care?" he scoffed and plucked the forgotten cigarette off the ground and slid it into his mouth. He lit the end and took a short drag, "You know, Mr. Lea, if I wanted a lecture, I'd be in class right now. Please don't give me this shit. Otherwise, I'll find somewhere else to smoke," Roxas placed the cigarette between his teacher's lips and stared into his eyes for just a second before sighing. He shifted his weight, sliding off his teacher's lap to sit next to him instead.
The redhead sighed before closing his lips around the cigarette and inhaling. He breathed out, smoke escaping through both his nose and lips at once, "Fine. Let's just drop it." Axel passed the cigarette back and stood. He stuck his hand into his back pocket and handed Roxas a folded piece of paper.
The blonde first eyed the paper, then his teacher, "I already have your number."
"Ha-ha," Axel faked a laugh. "You're so funny sometimes. Here," he pushed the paper even closer to the boy, "You got detention. No wait… it's even better than that, you got Saturday detention."
"What the fuck, Axel?!" the blonde snatched the paper from the man's hand, scanning it many times as if it would change if he stared at it long enough.
"Hey, don't look at me. It's from the office." He shrugged, "I'm just passing it along."
"FORTY SEVEN ABSENCES? I don't have forty seven absences!" Roxas protested.
"You're right! Something must be wrong. I mean clearly someone like you must have at least fifty seven," Axel said, laughing at his own joke.
"Shut up," the blonde stood, taking a long drag from the cigarette in his hand. "Who's in charge this weekend?"
Axel smiled, "Oh you are just gonna love this one; it's me."
"Oh fuck me," Roxas groaned, dropping his cigarette before grinding it on the ground with the sole of his shoe.
"How hard, baby?"
"However you like it if it means not coming on Saturday," Roxas grumbled, still staring at his detention slip.
The redhead smirked. He leaned down to Roxas's height, curling a slender finger around the belt loop on his student's jeans, "Oh you'll be coming alright."
"Really?" Roxas batted his eyelashes and gave a small, sweet smile, "'Cause I really just can't wait." The blonde wrapped his arms around his teacher's neck. He stood on his toes and pressed his lips over the man's.
Axel pulled the boy closer around his waist, sliding his hands down to Roxas's ass. The blonde moaned into their kiss and shivered under Axel's touch. He twisted his fingers into his teacher's hair.
"Not gonna work, babe," Axel whispered, smiling against Roxas's lips. He squeezed the boy's butt before pulling away.
"Asshole."
Axel laughed. He turned his back on the blonde, opening the backdoor of his classroom, "See you tomorrow, cutie. Maybe if you suck on something besides those cigarettes I'll turn my back when you ditch detention."
even though theyre a few years old now and they might not see this, i wanted to reply to some reviews that i didnt get to respond to
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