b:
Axel is trailing the furious sweep of Roxas' coat. He thinks he said something to put the other off, and he's pretty sure that Nobodies can't feel, so Roxas shouldn't be mad, but, from what Axel has heard of emotions, Roxas sure looks like he might be angry, and that confuses him.
A lot.
But not enough to keep him quiet.
"C'mon! Just tell me what's up," the redhead whines as Roxas quickens his already brisk pace, "Roxy!"
Roxas kicks himself into a trot.
"Roxas!"
Axel is panting and sprinting and trying the catch the figure that just disappeared around the corner.
"Roxas!"
"You know what?" Axel trips on his frustrated feet, trying not to knock into the trembling body standing stock-still before him. The glare on Roxas' face is deeper than usual. "Suck my cock."
"That's what I wanna do, baby, but you—"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Roxas roars into his clenched palms.
Axel has little time to blink before he is slammed against the wall behind him. The two Nobodies are precariously smashed; body-to-body, hip-to-hip, and Axel almost cums then and there as a hand shifts its way below his low-slung waistband.
Practiced fingers fondle him roughly; enchanting, marine-blue eyes sparkle with something—
Suddenly, the fist from his pants isn't where it should be, but smashing Axel across the mouth. He can taste his own pre-cum.
"Get over me. Now."
revised: 8.8.2006