So I realized I didn't put any disclaimers up...So obviously in case anyone didn't realize it, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. In regards to Rueki's fighting style and her weapons, they are heaving based off of Rikku from Final Fantasy X (not X-2). Transmute City in general is based off of the Al Bhed, from FFX, but if you're not a Final Fantasy fan and have no idea what the Godhand (or Survivor, another weapon that will be mentioned later) look like, a Google search will help you out. I also feel like I should put a warning on this Chapter? I mean I know I've already put some smut in here but this chapter contains graphic smut. There will be a lot of it in this story, so if you don't wanna read it, I dunno, skim for dialogue? Whatever makes you happy.

Oh and if you like this story, leave some reviews cuz that'll make me happy!

IV.

"I know you." I hear the voice before I can tell who it belongs to. My eyes dart up from the book I am pretending to read because honestly, any time where I'm not being babysat by Demyx and Luxord is appreciated at this point. Even if the books in this library are all boring as hell. How many tomes can one have about the darkness in someone's heart?

This trip to the library was supposed to be a treat, a reward for helping Demyx complete his mission. So far, all it has been is an unsupervised excuse to take a nap, which I guess is still better than a supervised nap.

Axel, the red headed one, is standing in front of the table I'm at, elbows resting against it, close enough where I can feel him breathing.

"Yeah, you're the one that found me. You and Saix, right?" This might be the first time I've ever been alone in a room with him, and I can't tell if he's being weird to me or if he's just a weird dude in general. Regardless of how good he smells—smokey, like a bonfire- I don't need anyone this close to me. And yet, I certainly don't mind.

"Right. But I know you, I'm just trying to figure out where from." He tells me, not moving away. "Have I slept with you?" He asks me and my stomach does a backflip. That's new. I don't think anyone ever has made me this anxious.

"Do you make a habit of sleeping with strange women?" I manage to choke out, and I'm relatively proud of myself for the witty response. I watch his lips curl into a smirk and he goes to tuck my bangs behind my ear when I reach up to grab his wrist. "They're there for a reason."

"Suit yourself." He taps me on the nose and offers me a wink. Definitely being flirty on purpose. Never looking away from me, he uses his leg to yank out the chair across from me and sits down in it.

"I thought I was allowed some freedom from the babysitting, since I've exhibited such good behavior?" I mutter, looking back down at the book, pretending to be engrossed by it.

"I'm not here because of Xemnas." He informs me. I feel his eyes on me and have to fight the shiver that it sends down my spine. He is not going to get me squirming this easily.

"Mmmhmm, cuz you're not all his puppets." Or employees, or minions.

"See, the thing is, Princess, I'm no one's puppet. Got it memorized?" He asks and taps his index finger to my temple. My eyes dart up and I slam my book shut, setting it on the table.

"Do you try to get a reaction out of everyone that wanders into this world?"

"See, the thing is, Rueks—"

"Don't call me that."

"The thing is, you are the only one who has just wandered into our world. This is an in between world, you can't get here unless you're trying, or someone is trying to make you. So who'd you piss off that put a curse on your ship?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow, still staring at me, eyes blazing.

"I already told you all, it's not my ship. Some traveler passing through crashed it." I say, vowing to keep Sora's name out of this. They don't need to hear anything about the Keyblade master's existence, as self proclaimed bad guys, they've lost that right. Especially with the arrival of that Roxas kid leaving me confused and unnerved.

"Mmhmm." He leers. "Just some random traveler?"

"Yup."

"You know, I don't really buy that." He tells me. I shrug.

"Your wise and powerful leader seemed to." I remind him. He snorts.

"You're pretty cute, but you could do without the attitude, Rueks." He leans forward a little and I can feel his knee press between mine. He pushes in hard and my knees buckle leaving just enough room for his leg to rest between my thighs. I feel like I may combust

"Welp, cute has never been my strong suit." I sputter, forcing myself to look away from him.

"I know you." He tells me again. "You can't be from Transmute City."

"I can synthesize a Firestorm for you and then we can debate that, if you'd like." I grumble, still flustered.

"So hostile." With the flick of his wrist, a tiny flames erupt from his fingertips, catching my gaze, soft and controlled before he flicks his wrist again and extinguishes them. "Number Eight, the Flurry of Dancing Flames. You'd have more luck synthesizing a Flash Flood, Rueks."

"Dancing Flames, huh? That's a really cute nickname, you should tell everyone about it." I nod, thankful that I've already seen Demyx's elemental display so Axel's doesn't completely throw me off guard. He's smirking at me, despite my teasing and I shift my weight, uncomfortably. "Well Dancing Flames, I can tell you that I've never met you. Unless you're a really forgettable lay." I look up at him, drumming my fingers on the table.

"Oh, I promise, if I slept with you, you'd remember." There's another backflip, this time it's my poor heart. "Really, your entire life, you lived in Transmute City?"

"As far back as I can remember." He doesn't need to know that there's a bit of a shortage in my childhood memories. Still, I doubt he'd recognize me if he knew me before the age of nine. Axel leans forward a little and starts drawing circles on the back of my hand with his finger.

"Still, you wouldn't have ended up in this world as a trick of fate. You have to be something special to have gotten here." He insists, looking up at me through heavy lashes. I jerk my hand away to rest it under my chin. He smirks immediately. Bastard. I've never felt so hungry for someone in my life. Not Del, definitely not Del.

"I crash landed, you don't get more of a coincidence than that." I breathe, feeling a bit dizzy. I draw my mouth into a straight line, trying to compose myself a little better. This dude is just fucking with me, I cannot let him get to me.

"Oh I don't believe in coincidences. That string of fate ties us together all together a little too tightly." He informs me.

"Well, to that, I would say you're at the very least, a little naïve."

"Well what if I called you a cynic?" He asks and I smile a little.

"I'd call that a compliment. I don't want anyone to accuse me of being dumb enough to have the wool pulled over my eyes." He's making it hard to focus with the way he's shoving his leg further between mine. I feel what must be the sole of his boot slide up my high dangerously high.

"So you'd rather do the wool pulling?" He asks.

"If the options are screw or get screwed, I'd happily do the screwing." I swallow, trying to keep my breath from hitching as I feel his heel press against my—

Fuck.

"Oh, I'm right there with you, Rueks." He leans all the way across the table, close enough that all I have to do is breathe a little too heavy and our lips will touch. The pressure of his heel between my legs makes my limbs tingle. I chomp down on my lower lip as he grasps my chin in his hand. My hand falls down to the table as he tilts my face so that my eyes meet his.

"You really want a reaction out of me, don't you?" I ask. "Or are you always this much of a slut?" He snickers a little but drops his foot back down under the table and I blink, probably comically, tying to clear my head. I feel like I can finally see straight again.

"You wouldn't know, would you? You know, babysitting the new recruits is usually my job. Damn shame we didn't get paired together." He tells me.

"Well, I'm not a new recruit. I'm a prisoner for some reason. Besides, you're busy with Roxas, aren't you?" I ask. He snickers.

"Eh, the kid is barely even coherent yet. Everyone starts off that way here." He says, which makes absolutely zero sense, but I already feel like I am coming off as too interested, he doesn't need to get the wrong idea. "And I've babysat more than one newbie at a time before. So what's so special about you that needs to be kept so far from me?" He asks. I roll my eyes.

"Absolutely nothing. I'm sure it's not a personal attack." What a fucking diva.

"I don't believe in coincidences." He reminds me. I smile but roll my eyes, just so he doesn't pay too much thought to the smile.

"Okay, well this has been fun, but I think my babysitters will miss me too much if I'm gone much longer." I say, pushing my chair away from the table.

"And no kiss goodbye for me?' He teases, smirking at me. I have to bite my lip to stop from smiling, as I stride away but he certainly picks up on my emotions. "Are you enjoying yourself, Rueks?" He raises an eyebrow. I turn pointedly away from him to set my book up on the shelf. I lean up on my toes and before I can push it onto the shelf, he is behind me, sliding the book up for me, hips pressed against my ass.

"I'll never admit it." I tell him. I spin around and am nose to nose with him, our hips still touching.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." He breathes, and I feel his words tingle all he way down to my toes.

"You gonna let me go?" I ask though I'm praying he'll hold me captive. I feel a heat spreading up between my legs and damn no one has made me feel this way before. Axel pushes his hips down further into mine, grinding them—hard. "Oh." I choke out. Gripping the back of the book shelf desperately.

"Do you want me to?" He asks me, raising an eyebrow. He takes my hand from the book shelf, in his, and guides it up to he zipper of his robe. I can't help myself. I tear the zipper as far down his chest as my hands can move without breaking contact and then throw my torso into his. I crush my lips so hard against his that our teeth click. He growls, and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I whine, feeling his tongue slide against my mouth and then back inside. I feel drunk and desperate when Axel pulls away from me, his forehead pressed to mine. "Do you want me to?" He whispers, this time asking a completely different question. But our lips are so close, I'm inhaling his exhale, I don't even know how to respond. But I know what I want, and it's not even a want anymore. I fucking need him.

"Don't stop." I beg. He doesn't. Instead, he grabs the top of my thighs, surprisingly strong for how skinny he is, and picks me up, spinning me around and laying me on the table. It's tiny and the wood is pressing against my lower back in the least comfortable way ever, but I am past the point of caring. I unbutton my pants as Axel yanks the zipper of his coat down and tosses it to the ground. I kick my boots and shots off in one go. His eyes meet mind and my breath hitches.

"Damn." He inhales sharply and dives in on me. His mouth smashes into mine and I wrap my legs around him. He stumbles a bit and I can feel his cock pressing into me, hot and hard with only the thin fabric of my panties between us. My nails bite into his bare back and I feel his muscles moving as he stabilizes himself. He sets one hand on the table and drives one in between us to push my panties aside. An ungloved finger—when did he take those off—slips into me, thick, calloused and so very warm. I grunt as Axel's mouth pulls away from mine, only so that he can be far enough away to watch me. I squirm at the feeling of his eyes on me, I turn my head aside and bite my lip.

"Just fuck me." I whine and he snickers, I feel his thumb press into my clit and my hips buck fiercely, embarrassingly.

"All in good time, Rueks. Got it memorized?" He all but laughs at me, and I decide I like him better when he isn't talking. I wrap my hands around his shoulders, pushing him down so his lips are against mine. His tongue rolls into mine, filling my mouth deliciously, satisfyingly. His fingers slide out of me and, slickened by my wetness, he rubs them in lazy, tantalizing circles around my clit, but never touches it.

I sigh against his mouth as his pace picks up, rubbing me until I am just on the verge, before his fingers dart between the swollen lips of my cunt. He wets his fingers again inside of me and this time, when he darts out, he flicks his fingers over my clit.

"Axel, fucking hell." I pant, unsure of when his mouth left mine, but I'm too far gone to care. He grazes my clit a little more with the delicious, calloused pads of his fingers and I come undone with a cry, my hips jerking into his hand. He keeps his finger pressed to me but doesn't move it as I ride out my orgasm, and slowly, the world begins spinning on it's proper axis once more. Finally meeting his gaze I catch my breath and watch him smirk at me. Fucking smug bastard. I feel so exposed to him and I don't even know this man. How the hell has a complete stranger caused me to come apart so quickly?

He's just hot. He's sexy as fuck and I am coming out of a breakup with someone who bored me to tears. This is normal, totally something to be expected from an eighteen year old.

Teasingly slow, he slides down his pants and boxers, springing free and I take a good long—and thick—look at him. I have to bite my lips to keep from moaning.

"Please." I breathe, hating myself for being such a slave to my hormones, hating myself for being such a slave to him right now. But he obliges, pushing my panties even further aside as he sinks into me. And I don't think anything of the hate.

Because I love this.

Axel's hips still for a second as he takes a harsh, deep breath, rolling his shoulders back. He looks down at me and leans in just long enough to bite lightly on my lower lip, before his hips snap into mine.

I lean up, watching him fuck me, watching his cock disappear into me, our foreheads pressed together. It's only a matter of minutes with this delectable sight in front of me and my recent orgasm, before I become a moaning, spluttering mess. He's groaning and it's a jumbled disarray, but somewhere in it I hear my name and a series of curse words. He thrusts a few more times, grasping my hips with the hand not supporting his weight. I feel a heat, a burning sensation coming from his fingers as his self-control splinters and he comes, with the violent thrust of his hips, inside of me.

He stills in me and drops down to his elbows, feeling like he is about a thousand degrees and I wince a little, the pain in my hip suddenly unbearable. He removes his hand from my skin and I look down to see redness, in the shape of his fingertips, against me.

"What the hell?" I ask. His face twists a bit and all it takes is one look for me to tell he's just as confused as me.

"I don't know that's never happened." He confesses, but I can tell there's something he isn't telling me, which is fair. He met me less than an hour ago and I let him fuck me on the table in the library, he doesn't owe me anything. I push myself up and he slides up and out of me, along with the mess we've made. I quickly pull my underwear and shorts back up, still half lying on the table as he pulls his jeans up. We are silent as we both redress, but my heart is still hammering in my chest. Everything happened so quickly, I can barely wrap my head around it, and while it was admittedly, a very stupid choice to fuck a strange man in a strange new world, I did want it.

I definitely wanted it. And I want it again.

"Demyx is gonna come looking for me if I'm gone too much longer." I say once I am standing and my shoes are back on. Axel snickers a bit.

"Wouldn't want to give our beloved Nocturne a heart attack, catching us in the act, now would we?" He asks.

"Aparently we wouldn't be the first he's caught in here." I shrug. Axel turns to look at me, mouth tilted upward in the slightest of smiles.

"All that funny business that you instigated, aside, I do know you, Rueki." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Of course, that was all me. I'm the mustache twirling villain, stealing your virtue, says the blonde girl to the scary man in black."

"Give it a months time and I'll be able to tell you where I know you from, alright?" He asks, looking at me, deadly serious.

"Sure, I've got it memorized." He doesn't know me from somewhere, but if that's the excuse he wants to use to keep fucking me like that, I won't complain. He chuckles and walks past me, ruffling my hair as he does.

"Good girl." He's out of the room and I have to force myself to stop from staring after him.