Friday
23.
Axel walked up the brick-lined path of the Strife household. He and the youngest of the estate had talked late last night, discussing what to do with their day of freedom. A PA day on a Friday was definitely a good opportunity. (As usual, it was the end of the week, but everything was open without those weird store hours.) They both agreed that starting the day off early was the way to do the day right.
Dusting himself off on the porch, he checked his watch. 7:28. Not bad. A little early, but nonetheless, he rang the doorbell. As footsteps approached, he inadvertently sucked in a breath. The door opened… and a tall brown-haired man stared him down.
The birds chirped in their silence.
Who was he? Roxas and Sora's dad was blond from what he remembered last Saturday. "Umm, hi."
"Hello…" Leon said tentatively and guardedly. This was the same boy from last week; the one messing around with Roxas. His eye nearly twitched at that. His paternal instincts were flaring.
"My name's Axel. I'm here for Roxas." This man was looking at him with authority. Therefore, the polite, charming card was best played.
"I see." Perfect. A name to match the potential carcass. "Please," he stepped aside, "come inside."
Axel gulped, much like when Sora and Roxas had done the same, but kept face. "Thank you, sir."
They stood in the foyer, Axel shifting nervously under Leon's calculating stare. WHAT IS UP WITH THIS HOUSE? Does it like, induce awkward moments that make everything little thing you do under a friggin magnifying glass? Honestly! This never happens when I pick someone else up! Usually the friend crashing on their couch and I make conversation while my date's getting ready. Sometimes I play around with whatever pet is biting my ankles. Even if their parents are home, they're too drunk or stoned to acknowledge my existence. And then this guy… he's just scary.
"So, Axel," He jumped at the sound of his name. "Do you go to school with Sora and Roxas?"
"Yes, sir. I'm one year ahead of them." Leon seemed to react at that. Whaaat? I'm not that old! Leon's flicker of… whatever it was, made Axel just keep what he said at a bare minimum. He was getting frustrated. As aforementioned, the redhead and silence do not go together. To that, he'd like to add: teeth-rotting politeness, discomfort-provoked humility, and possibly tall, brooding men with stormy blue-grey eyes that turn your soul into a sheet of ice, and wait for it to shatter completely.
"I see," came the plain acknowledgement. "By the way, you can call me 'Leon.'"
"Oh, okay. Leon." Oh God, even his own tongue was foreign to him now.
"Axel?"
He looked up to where the little and familiar voice came from. And there, leaning over the banister on the second floor, was the bright angel sent from 'above' to rescue him for the frigid wasteland of small talk. His heart glowed at the sight of the blond boy. "Roxy!" he said, perhaps a little too relieved.
The blond smiled convivially then turned to his father. "Dad, what are you doing?" Dad? Axel looked at Leon with subtle confusion.
"Nothing," he said almost purely innocently, "just getting to know your friend here. Speaking of which, what are you doing him?" Long bangs hid the brown eyebrow that quirked in interest.
"Axel's kidnapping me for the day," he smiled brightly. Axel felt his blood turn cold under the father's gaze. Way to make me sound like a criminal, Rox. "Hey Ax, why don't you come here? You know, before my dad kills you." He leaned off the banister and turned towards his room. "Or worse! Get's into the 'what are your intentions with my daughter' talk." Axel followed obediently, sparing one last nervous smile at the boy's father.
When the senior entered the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was that Roxas was wearing Donald Duck booty shorts. (Followed closely by the fact that his walls were pink, but still –booty shorts!) The blond didn't notice, however, since he was deciding what to wear. (Hence why he was only clad in a loose t-shirt and really short shorts.
"Hey, Axel, what am I dressing for? You were so cryptic on the phone." Roxas held up a shirt to his chest. "Like indoor, outdoor, place with lotsa air conditioning, place with no air conditioning at all…" He tiptoed to reach something in the shelf of his closet, not noticing the way his shirt rode up along with him to reveal the sexiest hips Axel might had ever seen sporting shorts.
"And what style am I going for? Punk, preppy, emo, cutesy –I can do it all. Hell, I'd even go drag if it fit the décor." A chill ran down Roxas' spine. I'm such a girl, he groaned. "I like being prepared." Roxas amended, bending down to retrieve a sweater that had fallen off its hanger.
Axel lost it.
Strong hands appeared around Roxas' waist and threw him onto the bed. The redhead climbed between his bare legs and towered over the flustered boy. Roxas' slightly clenched hands were up near his head in shock, his t-shirt slipping up and giving Axel full access to his body. But Axel barely noticed. Instead, he snaked his upper body along the boy's to reach his lips, taking them hard and full.
Roxas' eyes went wide, his heart pounding in his chest. This was the first Axel had initiated. This was probably what he might have felt like when Roxas kissed him in the car. Their closeness made the rest of him numb; like all he could feel was Axel; Axel's presence, Axel's arms on the bed, closing him in, Axel's chest pinning him down. Roxas was petrified.
And when they finally broke apart, he let out a breath he unknowingly held for the whole time and stared into hypnotic pools of green. "Good morning." Axel said, the smirk on his face still present as he panted.
"Morning," Roxas said, astonished at such a greeting. His mouth even felt numb. Axel didn't break their gaze. He just looked as if he was swimming deeper and deeper into the window of the boy's soul. Roxas felt mildly exposed.
"And you'll look sexy no matter what you wear." Roxas blushed a crimson shade when the senior leaned in, agonizingly slow.
"Roxas, I'm leaving. Don't forget to-…" Leon stared. Out of instinct, Axel jumped back. Or he would have if he hadn't tripped over a hanger and fallen flat on his ass. "Do I need to have a talk with you two?"
Roxas pulled his shirt down and sat up modestly. "Hi dad," he grinned guiltily. "Axel was just helping me with my clothes."
"Off?"
"No!"
"Mhm. Well, I'm going to work now." Leon turned halfway into the hall, squinting, as if he didn't want to know what obscenities he might have seen if he'd arrived a little later. "Tell Sora that if he does decide to go to work, that he should call me about a ride home. Speaking of which," yeah right "when are you coming home?"
"Umm, what time can I be home…?" Leon shifted his eyes to make it look like he was being thoughtful.
"One,"
Roxas beamed. "REALLY?"
"PM."
"Daaad!" Axel had to suppress his snickers.
The brunet sighed. "Before midnight. And if for any reason (which I do not want to know about), you're sleeping somewhere else, you let me know and make sure Cloud doesn't find out." He turned away with finality like he wanted nothing more to do with the conversation.
Roxas squealed and ran over to his father to hug him. When he got into the hall, he saw Sora; hair mussed, boxers askew, eyes narrowed, mouth open and finger pointed straight at Leon. "That's not fair!" He whined and reminded Roxas of a 'D-is-less-than.' "Why does Roxas get to stay out 'til midnight? Or not even come home?"
Leon pinched the bridge of his nose. Because like in simplifying equations, 'what you do to one side, you have to do to the other.' And this result was not simple at all. "Are you going out?"
Sora put his hands on his hips. "MAAAYBE."
"Hold up, you were listening?" Roxas snarled, but Sora just raised his eyebrows at him.
"I wonder why I'm even up at all! Perhaps a large commotion on the other side of my wall? HMMM?" Roxas broke into a smirk, looking at Axel behind him; scratching the back of his head and conveniently taking an interest in Roxas' Hello Kitty calendar. Like he was gonna say something 'Axel' with the scary parental figure in front of them.
"Anyway," Leon said in his tired voice. "Sora, even if you weren't going to come home, I'm sure your dad wouldn't mind you staying next door anyways. Just tell me before 12 o'clock." He looked at his watch. "Okay, gotta go."
The three watched him go down the stairs. "I swear Roxas, if you decide to do something illegal and get caught," he paused for even more emphasis "I only found out when Cloud finds out." Sora snickered. "Sora, you too!"
"Bye!"
"Have fun at work!"
They heard him mutter a 'kids' under his breath before the front door closed. Axel finally chose to speak up. "Should I be offended that he immediately associated me with staying out late, fornication and incriminating behaviour?"
Poor Axel, can't catch a break x]
OOOH he 'met the parent!' ;D
This story is very close to be rated M.
Please recommend this fic when it does!
It won't show up on the search unless people are looking for M fics. ;-;
I don't think I'll post the lemon unless I have a couple more new readers, actually…
Just a heads up :D
Thank you for reading ~!
YHS
xDelfin
