In Caelum Fero

A couple of short stories centering on Roxas, Sora, and Cloud. In Caelum Fero means, in Latin, "raise to the skies." Other than that, I really can't guarantee my Latin grammar. I'm actually not taking it until next year, hahaha.

It's only slash for now, but I might write Roxas x Namine later on… definitely not Sora x Kairi, because (unfortunately) I don't like her at all… Namine did, somehow, become one of my favorite characters. Nyuu.

I don't usually do things like this, but I thought it best to consolidate these.

Of course, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, Kairi would probably be non-existent, dead, or a matchmaker-type with Selphie, and the rating would go WAY up for lots of slash luuuuuff. Okay, going now.

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Moth and Flame
Axel x Roxas
PWP / Romance / R (Mature)

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love (n.)

A deep, tender feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.

A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.

Sexual passion.

Sexual intercourse.

A love affair.

An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.

A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.

We cannot feel. We are not people. We are nobody.

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Although they seemed to eternally dance around it, it was inevitable that they would be pulled together sometime, (Sway, allemande, allemande.) alone on the night train.

Empty, empty. Empty and nobody. Neither of them was supposed to feel, and yet, there was some sort of synthetic feeling between them. Ethereal, floating towards the sky and ineffably there, although not. But it just had to be.

Hot hot hot sweat sweet wet wet wet red heat

Axel was more like the fire he wielded than it was. Hot as an inferno, but with a passion more searing than it ever could be. Roxas was experiencing this firsthand, (this he thought with a split-second wry smile) crying out as his proverbial gossamer moth wings were drawn to and touched the flame.

Close. Enchanting. Don't go.

Please Don't Stop Please Stop Stop Stop Don't Please Please Please Please

Subterranean azure eyes that quenched his self, quartz on sapphire on emerald on ruby, bare skin pressed together needily. Hungrily. The scarlet-haired sub-being took his partner easily, lithe boy that he was, pushing deep into the smaller with a burning lust to end all lust.

Thin pale fingers, gliding across moist skin like dragonflies over a pond at night, celestial reflection mirror.

Sticky lick trickle tickle steamy creamy stroking soaking

He could feel Axel going down his throat. Salt-cream-passion-sweet-crimson-white-hot. Smile, breathe, watch, gaze. Lightning, stars, flashed behind his clenched-closed eyelids, gold and burgundy mingling together in unending darkness.

Twilight falling, all passengers aboard…

Touch taste deep dark kiss beg slap fear thick

Roxas' hair always looked like spun cinnamon sugar, sometimes smelled like it, was now drenched with hot sweat. The red-haired Organization member took a lock into his mouth experimentally. Not sweet, but silky. Smooth. He tugged on it lightly with his teeth, eliciting a tiny, indignant mewl from the smaller boy before drawing back and raining kisses onto the pale breastbone beneath his abdomen.

Soft, light. Cry out. Ah, don't stop, don't.

Red, red, red, red, red, red, please harder faster wetter bastard You whore, you cannibal, more, you animal

Deeper, deeper. Incoherent words flew from parted lips fleetingly, being cut off rhythmically with rough kisses and painfully gentle thrusts. Chaste touches, tense muscles. Breath hitched in throat, oh no, it doesn't hurt, don't stop. Fingers entwined, eyes meeting, close-open-close-open-gasp—touch me, yes…

Fluid no fluid no contact yes no contact

Blazes, meet ocean. Vague smile, vague words. Trust me, trust me. Feel, goddammit. Shut up and feel, yes, God. Faintly, lubrication between both desperately clinging un-organisms.

Shining. Ocean, metaphysic, calm, powerful.

Fire fire fire burn, yes

Passionate combustion, incinerating, rose to meet damp bodies. Steam, hot water, cold fire… Burn, burn, feel. Hot, pain, pleasure. Dance to the stars, to the night train, ride on the night train, night train to Hell…

No latex, rubber, rubber, fire, latex, rubber, latex, bummer lover latex

You make me feel like I have a heart.

Ah, supposed to be oblivion. Void, forget, don't forget, nothing, nothing.

Take me, take me, I "love" you.

Love, love, love – pounded into the floor, the wall, whatever the hell Roxas was pinned against in a decidedly familiar cadence, like a pulse. He didn't care.

By God, he didn't.

His nails dug deeply into the smooth skin of the taller's back, hot and wet and soft. Inhale, exhale. Movement. But no matter how hard the brunette pressed into his chest, there would never be a heartbeat there. Never.

It's over.

It wasn't supposed to exist, this feeling.