woooo. chapter three. fail.
ohhh, btw. more drug usage and axel/riku sexy time. so uhm. close your eyes.
and before this gets started. i'm saying materia here is like some hardcore drug in this au. i dunno. attach your own drug of choice to it i guess.
and yes, lean is good. very good for unintended sex and bad memory. so things go from like point a to point g. kahahaha. :D
disclaimer: i own nothing besides my sick sense of story telling and personal experience. lmao.
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I frowned as I pulled up to the small condo, sniffling with annoyance.
Yevon. How I hate that rental care smell.
With an angry groan I glared at the little white building. With it's weepy tree and inane gnomes and mushroom city spread out underneath. Without much joy I picked one in particular with a stupid look on his face and a size to big green shirt to try and blow up with my mind.
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That wasn't going to work.
I swallowed thickly, reaching for the bigred I'd had the insight to bring. I always got that horrible cottonmouth feeling. Taking a huge gulp, a relished in the pure simplicity of it for a few moments before closing it tightly and tossing it back into the cup holder.
"Why. Why, why, why? Yevon Sora, couldn't someone else go and pick up your package. There is noway I can face him right now." I mumbled, letting my mind languish in blankness before with a sudden bright idea I rummaged around in the back, forgetting for a moment that this wasn't my car. And that I wouldn't have a bottle of vodka waiting for me.
"Dammit!" I snarled, slamming my forehead down on the steering wheel, giving a slight yelp as the horn went off.
I had no choice.
With a sigh of resignation I pulled the keys out of the car, shoving them into my pocket as I stumbled out of the car, reaching for my can of axe and spraying myself. There was noway I was letting that asshole figure out I was in anyway on something, even though it was such a simple and slow high.
Slamming the door, I leaned against it for a few moments, returning my attentions to the small, doofy gnome.
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Nope. Still wouldn't submit to my mind and shatter into a tiny little pieces. Bastard.
I walked up slowly, tempted to scratch the side of his black truck with my key, but resisting. I did not need more of a reason to associate myself with this bigot.
At the front door I hesitated, my hand half raised to knock. Just a simple pull of muscles and I could get out of here soon.
My poised hand though refused to listen to me. It had a mind of it's own. One that seemed content with simply levitating there.
I hissed and with my other hand grabbed onto my own wrist and slammed the fist down on the door a few times before dropping both. I laughed to myself at the sheer stupidity of having to do that before stopping myself. I was not allowed to laugh while here. Nor let him see how sad I was really over us breaking up.
The door opened partly a rasped voice asking me 'Yes?'
"I need to pick up that package Sora needs." I answered plain enough, praying that my voice betrayed nothing.
The door closed and I could hear rattling before he opened it again, a half naked and overly happy Axel standing before me arms out wide.
And he definitely didn't need to know I still wanted to have him fuck me senseless.
"Well, if it isn't the fuckin' Princess himself!" He yelled out, green eyes squinting slightly at the brightness of the actual sun. I flinched slightly at the pet name.
We both stood there for a few moments me glaring hopelessly, him with bright expectancy before he dropped his arms down dejectedly, a small pout lining his features.
"What, I don't get a hug or anything?" He asked, staring at me intently.
I ignored that and asked him did he have the package or could I just go home.
"Yeah, yeah," He mutted, sliding over so that his thin frame only took up half of the doorway. "Come in though Princess, it'll take me a little while to get it together since I haven't been up that long."
I walked in through the door, arm brushing past his chest. Yevon. My body tingled. Axel always could make me shiver no matter what. Just his hand touching my arm would send tingles down my spine. He closed the door behind him, the sudden and only real source of light disappearing from the household and me pausing, my eyes not quite adjusted to the darkness. I could feel him come up behind me, body heat like a furnace to my mind. Sweat poured down my body.
"Goodness boy. You smell good." He murmured as he leaned down and sniffed me along the back of my neck voice husky now, my body freezing up and loving the touch. Ignoring the moan that I wanted to emit I tried to shuffle away from his touch, glad when he didn't follow me.
"I would prefer it if you didn't touch me. " I practically squeaked, disgusted with my own voice. By now my eyes could pick out the distinct shapes of his house and his facial features. He had a rather predatory grin upon his jowls, giving his catlike appearance a more sinister look then normal.
"Very well then, if you are sure."
Dear Yevon I wasn't sure. I wanted him above me, pounding into me, a collar choking my neck and cuffs tying me up to the bedpost so all I could do was make a keening sound as each thrust hit my backside like we used to. Swallowing thickly once more I beat a hasty retreat into his living room. I noticed Yuffie, a friend of ours, passed out on a nearby chair. A needle sat innocent upon the arm of said chair. Poor girl. She'd never have a chance. Maybe before when she had just smoked the damn shit or taken it as a pill. Shooting up was a whole nother level to me. She was a goner.
In my mind I thought up a brief speech to would say at her funeral if her parents decided to take her back after she was gone.
'This bitch was crazy. She never said no to anything or anyone. She lived her life to the true philosophy. That once you are born, you start dying. So why the fuck aren't I out there having a good time?! May she rest in piece, in a heaven filled with lots of materia and razorblades.'
My mind went through other random thoughts before I noticed Axel's pipe fully loaded and a red plastic cup sitting on the small mahogany coffee table before me. Looking around to make sure he was still in his room I reached out for the pipe, admiring it's odd shape. Whoever could manage the thing to look like a fucking key was beyond myself. It was rather amazing. Snatching the lighter absently off the table I repeated the same process as this morning and as I had been doing before I came over.
A sudden wave of dizziness hit me, and as I exhaled a small coughing fit hit me. The world decided to take a very wrong angle and I leaned against the couch. This wasn't anything normal. As soon as the dizzy spell passed I stared at the contents. It didn't look like it had anything in there and I poked around the bowl with the lighter. Satisfied that there was nothing I raised it to my lips and took another hit. The headrush hit me again but not as strong, and I continued. It wasn't until I heard Axel tell me that he was almost done fixing the box up or something that I realized I had smoked more then half of it.
"Oh, shit..." I struggled to say as I laid the pipe back down on the tale as carefully as I could. Wow. The world was defiantly not looking right at the moment. I tried to swallow but found my throat was to dry. Awh, fuck. My eyes drifted towards the cup on the table. But I didn't want to ask what was in it. Bad enough I had just came to my ex's house and smoked his shit. I was in noway going to drink his soda or water or whatever it was. Moments passed. But my resolve was strong.
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"Hey Axel, what's in this cup?" I asked, my thirst getting the better of me. Taking his stuff be damned by the gods. I could care less at this point.
"Oh, just some sprite..." He trailed off, and I took that as a hint to not care and drink it. Reaching out with one shaking pale hand I picked up the cup, the weight of it seemingly to much. How silly. As I was drinking the thought stuck me as horribly hilarious. Yevon! I couldn't lift a small plastic cup filled with soda when I know I can lift 50 pounds with no problem.
With a gasp, I yanked the cup away from my lips, body breaking out in peals of laughter. I tried stopping myself but it was to no avail. With a quickness I hadn't known I possessed at this point I all but tossed the cup on to the table, a small bit falling upon the wooden thing.
I never noticed as Axel walked into the room until strong hands wrapped around my middle section from behind the couch. My laughter instantly died in my throat, and the body I had been given found it rather hard to breathe. I realized with some shame that I had moaned lightly.
"Now, now. I never said you could have some of my drink. You know nothing I have is safe unless it's still sealed." He leaned down close to my neck, nuzzling aside my silvery strands of hair and placing his mouth blow my ear. He breathed in sharp causing me to gasp, then he let it out with his mouth. A slow, sure, warmth spreading across my neck, raising goosebumps as it went. The groan that I had wanted to give earlier near the door came out eagerly, my mind a whirlwind of haze and lust. I could only focus on his fucking mouth and nose, breathing in then letting it snake out slow from his lips. I never noticed as his hands slide down along my waist line, his thin fingers playing with the edge of my pants. I entered a whole new room of my mind as he gently nibbled upon my ear, my thoughts not in anyway connected with my body.
"Oh Yevon..." I faintly whispered out as the taller male continued his ministrations upon my ear. That was all I could think. All I could feel. All I knew at that moment was there, in his shit hole of a living room, him playing with my resistance on not doing anything with him.
His teeth sank in lightly on the outside edge and I gasped. My heart was beating to quick I faintly thought and my breath came in short shallow gasps. A fire had been set in my stomach and laid angry hot in waiting upon my groin.
I could almost hear his grin as he pulled away, chuckling. Fucking asshole. He waited a few moments for me to recollect my wits before I angrily shoved him away, a scowl darkening my features. Turning my head I stared at him. His green eyes swirling with that want. With everything he wanted to do to me right now. Ad I would have done it without a second thought if I didn't still have pride.
"Oh, is Princess angry now? I've gotten him all hot and bothered." He leered at me.
"Fuck off!" I snared angrily as with a final glare I shot up off the couch, attempting to stand. Which did not sit well with what my body wanted to do which was just lay there. The world began to spin and I tried quickly to walk to the front door but instead the world went upside down and I found myself leaning against the wall nearby the couch, Axel's eyes staring at me and laughing.
"Now now, baby? Had a bit to much," He glanced over t the table and seemed to notice for the first time that his pipe was almost empty. "Hm, and here I was wondering where that delicious smell was coming from. Decided to dip into my little stash, huh?" He questioned and swaggered up to me, his body jumping back and forth sharply as my eyes tried to focus on him. I found myself yanked up sharply from my slumped position against the wall, my hands pinned above me and the fiery man in my face.
"I'll have you know Princess that just because I can get a good deal, doesn't mean I was willing to share it with you. I mean, what? With the five-ohs really cracking down I don't want to be bothered with getting lean. Yuffie over there was nice enough to give it to me in exchange to feed her little hobby." He gave a throaty chuckle at that, leaning into my neck and breathing my scent in sharp. He tightened his grip on my wrists and I moaned shallowly, trying to muffle it.
"So brat, how are you ever going to pay me back, hmmmm?" He drawled out the last part, letting it reverberate through his chest upon me. He slide upwards, lips ghosting over mine. My body was shivering already. I could feel him hard against me. And I was sure he could feel my own through his pants. He paused, lips just a millimeter of a way from my own. He let them hang there. I knew he was waiting, baiting me to make the first move.
I already knew I was fucked. I had known it from my first step into this little home.
I leaned forward sharply, my patience worn away. Our lips sealed and opened, tongues tangling clumsily.
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Him above me on the bed, darkened room, sweat coursed down both of our bodies as he hungrily shoved into me then out again, frantic rhythm in sicking tandem as I met him each time. Guttural moans found there way to my lips and I gave a sharp ah each time he pushed inside of me. My muscles clenched hard as he hit that sweet spot inside of me, me moaning out my ecstasy.
"Hah, Axel....!" I murmured out frantically, my free hand twining itself into his wild hair, the other strapped to his bed post. I could feel the leather biting into my flesh, rubbing it raw, the pain a welcome intruder to this.
I ground my teeth as he angled upwards to hit my spot again, slowing down slightly before picking up his pace again. White invaded my mind each time he hit.
This is what I was made for. The pain, the pleasure that sang it's way throughout my body. I loved every moment of this. He leaned over me, and his sharp smell of cinnamon and cigarette wafted into me, how that scent was so glorious. His mouth upon my neck, biting hard, eliciting another groan from me, my body taken to writhing slightly at that point.
Him. Axel, just moving in and out. In and Out. In and Out.
Sweet friction in movements, tension burning in our thighs.
I couldn't hold it. As he bite me again, I could feel myself needing release. And I did.
He groaned out himself seconds later, eyes fluttering, a small gasp escaping his mouth as I tightened around him and he didn't bother holding it anymore. I could feel the slightly unpleasant sensation of red hot exploding into my body through my beaten ass. We both stayed in that position, him buried tightly inside of me, just panting.
With a final sneer he yanked out sharply, the movement causing unpleasant ripples in my afterglow.
"Asshole..." I incoherently said as I felt him lay down next to me and pull me close to his body, heat radiating from both of us but it didn't bother me. He shoved his face into the crook of my neck and sucked gently, pulling a little bit harder with each moment passing by. Pulling away he kissed it lightly, then angled my face upwards to look at him.
"Nobody is allowed to touch you. You're mine alone. So don't think of fucking anyone else even though we aren't together anymore. You know I still own you."
I wanted to argue with him on this, but knew at the moment what I said wouldn't make any sense. And I didn't want to be anyone else's, just his. A nagging voice in the back of my head told me that even if I belonged to him, he belonged to nobody. No matter what. But I banished that though, and looked up to the cat eyes above me, nodding in compliance to his words before tucking my head into his chest. He began petting my hair softly, absently tugging on a strand time to time. I could feel my body moving down a spiral, closer to gentle sleep. Then I hit that wall of cold black, where nothing from the living could penetrate me.
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review if you actually bothered to read this. it won't motivate me but it'll make me want to be less of a flake and work more. wait. that's motivation, eh?? who woulda thought! :D
ciao.