Summary: "Can't you just be there for the family for once?" Alternative Universe, College setting. Oh, and it's slash. Don't like? I suggest you don't read it. Kthx.
Pairing: AkuRoku, because that's what was wished for!
Warning: If you're easily offended by guys flirting and kissing each other and such, this would be the right time to turn around, never to return. Oh, wait. The last chapter would have been the right one to do that, actually. And since you're still here and reading, I guess you don't mind.
Disclaimer: Don't I wish I owned them all. I mean, Disney makes an awful lot of money outta them... and the games are pretty old already. But well. Nope. I don't own the characters. I don't make money out of this. And I will never make money out of anything I write, simply because I will never ever actually publish something. That thought is just ridiculous.
Dedication: For my lovely muse, kotilo – This was supposed to be a birthday present, but of course it wasn't even nearly finished for her birthday. Knowing me, it might not even be finished until the next one… I hope you still enjoy it, love!
He didn't even know why he cried, and yet the tears didn't stop flowing until blissful darkness engulfed his thoughts.
Family Bonds – Chapter 4
Surprisingly enough, Axel was able to drag himself to college the next morning. He even followed the lesson about Greek Architecture quite well; he had been to Olympus Coliseum twice, so he could picture what the young professor told them about easily.
When he first heard someone talk about Ariel's concert last weekend he simply ignored them. He started to scribble in his notebook instead, quickly sketching something that vaguely reminded him of one of the fairies in his painting. Next to the sketch soon followed a poem… or rather, a stream of angry words that didn't make any sense. At least not now, and not to him. And yet he continued to add more words; it was as if his hand was moving on its own, and not out of his will. And the longer he listened to those people talking about Ariel, the longer the poem became, and the more detailed the drawing next to it became, until the fairy acquired a face. A horrible, deformed smile under demon-like black eyes.
He forgot about it as soon as he put the notebook away. He didn't have any problems at work; no, he felt relaxed like he hadn't done in weeks it seemed. He was polite and charming, until even his boss noticed his unusual behavior. Axel just shrugged it off.
He only remembered the poem when he pulled out his notebook later in the café. He stared at the demonic fairy, absently ordering a coffee when Kairi approached his table.
"Looks scary," she said, looking over his shoulder. "I never liked fairies." Axel nodded, crossed one word out and scribbled another one next to it.
Well, now the whole thing made even less sense. And his eyes started to sting. He glanced around, then sighed deeply, pulling his glasses from a pocket.
"You know, you look pretty smart with those," Kairi giggled, but quickly shook her head when Axel glared at her over the rim of his glasses. "Not to mention cute." She flicked her hair back over her shoulder, and then it was her turn to glare at Axel. Axel blinked at the sudden change in her expression. "But speaking of cute… What did you do to Roxas?"
"I don't know what you mean," Axel growled, shoving his glasses up his nose and tapping his pencil against the notebook.
"Why was my favorite little blond even sulkier than usual the whole weekend?" Kairi raised a finger threateningly. "I know he was with you Friday evening."
"Oh, you mean Friday, when he tried to rape me at his doorstep?" Axel asked coldly, slamming the notebook shut. Then he glared up at Kairi, who stared at him wide-eyed… and noticed the waitress' favorite blond right behind her, whose blue eyes were just as wide and whose cheeks darkened rather quickly.
Oh, God dammit! he groaned inwardly, gritting his teeth in frustration. Damn his short temper and his loose mouth, and damn Kairi for bothering him today of all days, and damn that blond brat over there for trying to make a dramatic exit by fleeing the café with tears in his big blue eyes…
"Roxas!" he roared, causing quite a few guests to jump and turn around. "Stop. Right. There!"
And Roxas did; he froze, nervously glancing around and blushing even more deeply than before when he realized almost every occupant of the room was staring at him. His hand slowly slid from the handle of the door, and he quickly averted his eyes to stare at the floor.
"Come back here," Axel hissed, and then he ripped his glasses from his face to glare at the other guests. "And you! Mind your own business!" Most of the heads whipped around again, avoiding his angry stare, but some still stared at him dumbfounded. They quickly looked away as well when he spat an angry "Stop staring, you morons!" at them.
The whole room was silent when Roxas trotted back to Axel's table, still staring at the ground in front of him. The smaller man gasped, surprised, when Axel grabbed his shoulder and forced him down onto one of the seats, almost toppling over his chair when he violently flinched away from Axel's rough touch. He was ghastly pale when he finally looked up to Axel, who turned to glare at Kairi instead. The red-headed waitress instinctively stepped back when she met his furious gaze.
"Hot chocolate for him, another coffee for me, and this time he is paying," he snarled, pointing at Roxas, who cringed at the sound of his voice again. Kairi ran away without a word, and Axel flopped down onto his own chair, putting his glasses back on as if nothing had happened. He ignored Roxas, who still glanced at him fearfully every now and then. Instead he picked up his notebook again. Only when Kairi placed his ordered coffee in front of him, he smiled up at her. She blinked and returned the smile confused, exchanging a look with Roxas, who seemed to feel quite cold. At least he kept rubbing his arms, and his hands were trembling…
"Are you cold?" Axel asked, frowning when Roxas jumped and stared at him again. For a moment Roxas seemed unable to answer, then he shook his head fiercely. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; blushing profusely he looked away again, snapping his mouth shut. Axel thought he could see his eyes glistening wetly, but Roxas was quick to move his head so his hair covered his eyes.
"Are you okay?" Axel asked, a bit worried, raising his brows when Roxas suddenly looked up, obviously unable to decide whether to be confused, scared, or angry at Axel. He frowned darkly, then folded his arms on the table and stared down at the tabletop.
"Why do you care?" he muttered, absently reaching up to play with his earrings. Axel had watched him do that a few times already. It seemed to be a nervous habit.
"Aren't we charming today?" Axel replied, acting miffed, and picked up his notebook again. But he looked at Roxas over the rim of his glasses when the blond looked up so quickly his blond spikes bobbed around his head.
"Aren't we bipolar today?" Roxas hissed, glaring at Axel acidly. "Stop that!"
"Stop what?" Red eyebrows were raised again, and Axel was glad the notebook he still held was covering his amused smirk. Roxas was so much more entertaining when he lost his composure. The little guy could be quite feisty…
"You… But… What…" Roxas spluttered, then he slammed both hands flat onto the dark surface of the table. The coffee mugs on it rattled loudly, and again people threw glances in their direction. Some even grabbed their stuff and fled the café, but most of them stayed. And tried to eavesdrop on them, Axel mused.
"Go on, yell at me! That's what you called me back for, isn't it?" Roxas yelled angrily. "Get over with it already! You are mad at me because I tried to…" He suddenly fell silent and paled visibly, obviously realizing only now that they weren't alone. He cleared his throat and looked away again. When he spoke up again, his voice was quiet, so quiet even Axel had a hard time catching what he said.
"I… I came here to apologize," Roxas whispered meekly, fidgeting with his hands. "I shouldn't have tried to…" He looked up again, and Axel almost had to look away, seeing the overwhelming sadness in those clear, blue eyes. "Was it really that bad? Did you really have the feeling I tried to… rape you at my doorstep? I thought… I thought you enjoyed it…"
Axel didn't reply to that, but he lowered the notebook and took his glasses off, and he turned around to look at Roxas properly. He watched the blond closely, absently chewing on the sidepiece of his glasses.
"I guess you didn't," Roxas muttered after a while, hanging his head dejectedly. "I'm very sorry. That's all I wanted to say. I won't bother you any further…" And he got ready to rise from his seat and walk away… but a gentle hand grasped his arm and prevented him from doing so. Roxas glanced down at Axel's hand, surprised, then dared to look at the redhead shyly. A slight blush darkened his cheeks again, and Axel smiled.
"Drink your chocolate, kid," he said, grinning wider when Roxas frowned. "I'm not mad anymore." He pulled back and put his glasses back on, inspecting the grinning fairy on the open page again. "You just surprised me, and I had a shitty weekend, that's all. And the shitty part of that weekend didn't have to do with you at all. I didn't mean to take it out on you before."
For a moment Roxas didn't seem to know how to reply, then a small smile briefly lit up his features before he grabbed his mug and took a sip from the hot chocolate. They both stayed silent for a while, then Roxas surprised Axel by ripping the notebook from his hands. He studied the drawing, then the poem next to it, and he shook his head confused.
"That doesn't make any sense," he declared and also took the pencil from Axel's hand. Axel could only stare at him astounded. "And if you wanted to make that thing next to it scary…" He leaned back and started to… do something. Axel believed the blond was drawing, and he seemed to erase something with the small rubber attached to the pencil, but…
"Here," Roxas announced and turned the notebook around, and Axel flinched back involuntarily. The fairy… was different. It didn't have pinned-up hair, like Axel had drawn it with, but long, flowing tresses down to its waist. One hand, which had seemed to be greeting the viewer before, was now turned so it hid the demonic smile partly from view. Black eyes weren't purely black anymore, but sported a sparkle that seemed playful and malicious at the same time. Butterfly wings were streaked with lines that looked like thin… veins?
But the most amazing thing was… Axel couldn't see any difference to his own style in Roxas' additions. The parts where he had erased something were barely distinguishable. The width of the pencil lines was the same, the shading was done the same way Axel always did it; most of the shadings ran from top left to bottom right, which was unusual for right-handers; medium to very little pressure to shade different hues of gray.
"You are good," he exclaimed, astonished, taking the notebook from Roxas and examining it closer. Yes, up close he could see where Roxas had changed something, but from afar it looked as if it had never been changed at all.
"Of course I am," Roxas replied smugly, twirling the pencil between his fingers. "But the stuff you wrote still makes no sense at all."
"I know," Axel answered and smiled distractedly, still staring at the drawing. "Doesn't matter."
"Does this have to do with your shitty weekend?" Roxas asked gently and smiled when Axel threw him a cool glance. "I sometimes draw the strangest things myself when I'm angry about something."
"Is that so?" Axel replied, smiling as well. "I thought you only studied Art History? Didn't know you were an artist as well…"
"I have a few artistic classes as well, but I don't know yet if I'm good enough to actually be an artist later," Roxas answered and shrugged. "I want at least be able to work at a gallery or a museum if I'm not able to sell any of my stuff. Thus, Art History."
"But if you don't take enough artistic classes your wonderful talent may not be nurtured as it should," Axel said and put the notebook away. He smiled when Roxas blushed at the compliment. "Really, I'd hate to see you wasting your talent."
"I'm not wasting it, I just… don't want to be dependent on it alone," Roxas disagreed. He seemed to have forgotten about his initial question at all, just as Axel had wanted. He didn't want to talk about Reno, about his sister, about the weekend; and even though they talked for hours, he managed to avoid any question about his weekend.
They met every day after Axel's work shift again, and the incident the weekend before seemed forgotten. They didn't talk about it, even though Axel thought about it more than once; one time he caught himself staring at Roxas' mouth when the blond talked about his class, and he unconsciously tried to remember how those lips had felt… But then he put on a smile again, nodded, laughed and tried to ban the thought from his head. He was still all too confused. Everything had happened too fast, but now he found himself thinking about what Roxas had offered.
Do you want to try? Do you want to… have me?
Did he? He had never tried kissing a guy before; even during his 'wild years' in Radiant Garden it had always been girls who had kept him company at night. But Roxas was rather… pretty, for a guy at least. Axel doubted Roxas would appreciate being called 'pretty', but the word fit the man so well. He was too… gentle to be called 'handsome', too grown-up to be 'cute', even though he sometimes acted too cute for his age…
Roxas had the most beautiful blue eyes Axel had ever seen. They were bright, and yet held such a deep, rich shade of blue. They were a tad too big for a guy, but that just added to Roxas' youthful charm. And his smile… Whether it was a cheerful smile or a shy smile, a happy or a sad one, a smug smirk or a boyish grin, it always made Axel feel… strange.
Roxas was slightly tanned, a bit on the short side and slender, but stronger than he seemed. His face was flawless, and even though Axel teased him because of his 'babyface' sometimes, he had to admit Roxas' delicate features were a sight he couldn't get enough of. Especially when the younger man smiled. And his hair was naturally blond, as he told Axel once. Of course Axel had joked about not believing that until he had checked it personally, which had obviously confused Roxas.
Axel was confused as well. He didn't know for sure, but sometimes he thought he… flirted with Roxas. Which of course complicated their relationship immensely. Roxas never knew if Axel meant what he said, so he always grew quiet and serious when Axel complimented him about something, or when their hands touched, or when Axel smiled at him the wrong way…
And yet they both enjoyed their daily coffee together, and Axel looked forward to it every day. Even when they just ended up sitting together and didn't talk, but worked for college instead. Even when they started to argue about the strangest things. Even then it was the highlight of Axel's day.
But Roxas didn't seem too comfortable when Axel suggested they go to the same bar as the week before on Friday. But Axel insisted, and Roxas finally gave in.
A few hours later, Axel stared into his drink and couldn't remember why he had wanted to come here in the first place. Or why he had ordered the whiskey in his hand; or why it hurt so much to watch Roxas, who seemed to have a great time.
They had met some old friends of Roxas' in the bar. They knew each other from high school, Roxas explained briefly; Hayner was now working in his father's company and was taking evening classes in business and management next to work, because his father wanted him to take over the company one day. Olette was studying to become a teacher in primary school, and Pence was training to become a… chef? Well, it fit the kid, Axel thought, and then had to remind himself that the 'kid' was as old as Roxas. Twenty. Hardly younger than Axel.
They had talked a lot about people Axel didn't know, about things that had happened during their high school years, about their perfect little lives in this perfect little town. Axel had never felt this left out in his life. Oh, they were all nice; Olette and Pence even attempted to talk to him once or twice, but he refused to reveal anything about himself to a person other than Roxas. Not even Roxas knew much about him, and he preferred it this way.
And now Roxas was trying to escape from Hayner, who tried to convince him into doing karaoke, and Pence and Olette were talking. Which left Axel alone with his drink. And why the hell had he ordered something alcoholic again?
He grabbed his glass and rose from his seat without bothering to excuse himself. Olette and Pence just looked at him, surprised. He ignored them and walked over to the bar, shoving the whiskey over to the bartender.
"Something wrong with it?" the bartender asked him grinning, wiping a glass as a good bartender seemed to do all the time.
"Has alcohol in it," Axel replied darkly. "Ice tea?"
"Sure thing, my friend," the bartender agreed, dumping the rejected glass of whiskey in the sink. "Are you the driver or something?"
Axel blinked at him surprised for a moment, then shook his head. "I live just a few blocks away."
"Any other reason why you don't want to drink alcohol even though you're in a bar?" the bartender insisted. What a nosy guy…
"I'm sober," Axel said. Not quite the truth, but close enough. He had never been an alcoholic, but he had always done stupid things while drunk, so he had decided to stop drinking. "Have been for the last two years."
"A good choice," the bartender said and nodded, but didn't pry any further. Axel got his drink, and no one bothered him afterwards.
All around him loud voices mingled with even louder music, and the air was stuffy and too hot. It reminded him so much of Radiant Garden, he could almost taste alcohol and cigarettes and women on his lips…
"What are you doing here?" an all too familiar voice spoke up right next to him. He glanced at Roxas from the corner of his eye, sipping on his ice tea. Roxas seemed out of breath, his face was flushed, his spiky hair even more ruffled than usual. His eyes seemed glassy, and his smile was too wide; Axel guessed it was because of the drinks the blond had already had.
"Good question," he replied coldly, then pulled a few coins out of his pocket. He threw the munny onto the bar and left his only halfway emptied drink, shoving past Roxas roughly. He could hear the younger man call out his name, confused, but didn't allow himself to be bothered by it. Roxas didn't need him here, he had his friends, right? It had been a stupid idea to come here anyway. Had he really thought he could keep Roxas all to himself all week? Especially after what had happened the week before…
He glanced back, and he felt hot anger bubble up inside him when his eyes fell onto Roxas… who was already talking to his friends again, just about to sit down it seemed.
Screw it. It had been a ridiculous idea.
Axel weaved his way through the crowd as quickly as he could, and he ignored angry threats in his direction from a few guys he shoved out of his way. He heaved a sigh of relief when he stepped outside, inhaling the sweet night air. It was so quiet and peaceful outside…
With another sigh he started to make his way down the street, into the direction of his apartment, still sulking over the fact that… Well, what was he sulking about? That Roxas had friends other than him? That was ridiculous…
"Hey," someone called out to him, and that someone grabbed the sleeve of his thin jacket. Axel jumped and ripped his arm away, whirling around… and staring at Roxas, who grinned at his bewildered expression.
"Where are you going?" Roxas chuckled, amused, and again his smile lit up his eyes in that unique way that made Axel's stomach flutter so strangely. "My apartment is that way."
"What are you doing here?" Axel yelled, way more harshly than he had intended. But Roxas didn't seem to mind. No, he just smiled wider.
"Goin' home," he laughed and pointed down the street again. "I'm tired anyway, and Hayner is getting annoying with his karaoke. And since you have to bring me home…"
"What about your friends in there?" Axel snarled, and again he regretted his harsh words almost immediately.
"I'll grab some sea salt ice cream with them tomorrow, like in old times," Roxas answered cheerfully. "But now I'm tired. And besides, I want you to bring me home."
Axel tried to protest, but he was just pulled with the smaller man without a chance to say anything. He quickly gave up resisting against Roxas' tight grip on his hand… partly because it felt really nice…
He stared at Roxas' and his intertwined hands for a moment while trotting after Roxas obediently, then he shook his head to clear his thoughts. What the fuck? Hadn't he been angry at Roxas just moments before?
"Wait a sec," he said and pulled his hand back, thoroughly shocked at Roxas' bold move.
"Hey, you wanted to go already," Roxas replied still grinning.
"You can walk on your own," Axel growled under his breath. Roxas smirked, then suddenly fluttered his lashes and laid one hand on his forehead, feigning a dramatic swoon… and falling right into Axel's quickly outstretched arms.
"But Axeeeeeeeeel," he pleaded, suppressed laughter apparent in his voice. "M'not feeeelin' so goood…"
Axel froze, feeling Roxas' arms sneaking around his neck while he still held Roxas upright. Roxas' small body was pressed against his, and he could smell the subtle scent of his hair, mixed with sweat from the stifling heat inside. He forced himself to stare right ahead, over Roxas' head, and not to give in and lean down and… Was… was his heart beating faster?
He shoved Roxas back stiffly, and he was sure he was blushing now. He heard Roxas giggle cheerily, and he knew that Roxas had seen the blush, even though he had turned around as quick as he could.
"You dragged me into the bar," Roxas reminded him, still chuckling every now and then. Axel asked himself what was so funny, but didn't dare to turn around yet. His face still felt too hot. "It's your fault I drank too much beer, and now you are responsible for getting me home safely…"
"You're not that drunk," Axel replied darkly, but didn't resist when Roxas linked their arms and dragged him along once again. He just glanced down at the happily smiling blond next to him. No, Roxas didn't seem drunk at all. A bit tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. He could still walk, and he didn't even talk funny or anything…
"Still," Roxas insisted, and that was it. Axel gave up.
They stayed silent for the rest of the five-minute walk to Roxas' apartment. Roxas opened the door, much like the week before. Then he turned around again, smiling sadly.
"I'm sorry you didn't enjoy yourself," he said softly, averting his eyes to the ground. "I shouldn't have left you alone there."
Axel was at a loss for words. What could he reply to that? 'Damn right you should have stayed with me!' would make him sound desperate, but 'No, it's alright, I didn't mind at all!' didn't sound right as well. Especially after his dramatic exit earlier.
"I'm sorry too," he finally replied, and now it was his turn to look away when Roxas glanced at him questioningly. "I spoiled your evening with your friends. I'm sorry." He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. "I'm a bit difficult sometimes."
"Oh, reeeeeeally," Roxas said slowly, chuckling merrily when Axel pouted, offended. "You didn't spoil my evening. I needed a reason to get away from the karaoke machine anyway."
Axel grinned, confused, rubbing his arm nervously. He wanted to reach out and simply hug Roxas, who looked so adorable with his still slightly reddened cheeks and his shining eyes and his mussed-up hair… but he couldn't…
"Do you want to come in?" Roxas asked out of the blue, and Axel jumped; he hadn't expected that, not after what had happened the week before.
"I…" he started, but stopped himself, confused. He didn't know! Did he want to?
"Just for a drink, before you go home," Roxas added calmingly. He smiled. "I won't try anything this time, promise."
"You won't?" Axel heard himself answer before he could stop himself, and he could not explain why his voice had sounded so disappointed.
"N-No," Roxas answered, tilting his head to the side and looking at Axel confused. He grinned nervously. "Not if you don't want me to try anything, that is."
"I don't know if I… if I…" Axel whispered, then he fell silent. He laid a hand over his traitorous mouth and looked down. His heart was beating so fast he feared it would explode every moment, and he felt hot and uncomfortable and ashamed and…
"Axel?" Roxas' voice came from far, far away, barely distinguishable over the loud pounding of his own heart. Axel didn't move when Roxas laid a tentative hand on his arm and squeezed gently. No, he enjoyed the small touch, so much he had to close his eyes and a small sigh escaped his suddenly dry lips. "Are you alright?"
"No!" Axel replied fiercely, and immediately afterwards added, "Yes!" He stared at Roxas, who still held onto his arm, desperately trying to grasp what he was feeling at the moment. "I… I don't know," he whispered, trying not to drown in clear, blue eyes. He silently begged Roxas to help him; to decide for him what he wanted, to sort out his confused feelings, to… to do something, anything. Help! he pleaded without words, grasping Roxas' hand.
And Roxas seemed to understand. He nodded, and this time he didn't smile. He was serious when he stepped closer and wrapped his free arm around Axel's neck, his other hand still holding Axel's. He was still serious when he pulled Axel down a bit, and when he pressed his lips against Axel's in a chaste, gentle kiss.
Axel closed his eyes and got lost in the sensation. He had tried to remember how Roxas' lips had felt all week, but the real thing was so much better than any memory.
This time it didn't take him long to overcome his surprise and respond to the kiss, and soon he found himself wrapping his arms around Roxas' smaller frame, holding the younger man close. Oh yes, he wanted to come in now; he hadn't realized how much he had craved this all week, how good it felt, how much he needed…
"Do you want to come in?" Roxas asked after breaking the kiss; Axel couldn't answer, just nodded and leaned forward to kiss Roxas again. But he was stopped by two fingers over his mouth, and looked at Roxas questioningly. Roxas smiled and leaned forward, his cheek brushing against Axel's.
"This is just about sex," Roxas whispered, and Axel felt a lustful shiver run up and down his spine at hearing his breathy voice so close to his ear. "No commitments. I don't want to change anything. We'll still meet every day in the café and talk, and whenever you feel like it, we can repeat what we'll do now… If you don't want to, we'll never talk about it again. I just want you to… have a chance… to 'try guys'." He kissed Axel's ear, both his hands moving up to run through Axel's bright, spiky hair. "If you want to, we can be… friends with benefits," Roxas added quietly, smiling against Axel's flushed cheek. "Is that okay?"
"Yes," Axel answered breathlessly, feeling annoyed at himself for acting so immature. Hell, he hadn't been so nervous back when he had experienced his first time with a girl. And he had been fucking fifteen years old back then…
But this was different in so many ways. It wasn't only that Roxas was a guy. No, rather it was the fact that Axel really thought he could develop a liking for Roxas, a feeling completely different from all his previous affairs. He had never before had a relationship with someone who could stimulate him like Roxas did. All his affairs had wanted to be with him because they had known his family; his wealthy, noble, hated family. They had wanted to please him, even when he had treated them like dirt.
Roxas didn't know about his family, and yet came to sit with him every day. He managed to make Axel laugh, but he didn't take shit from him. If Axel said something Roxas didn't approve of, Roxas was sure to make that clear. He was witty, intelligent, talented and funny, and… Axel really thought he could grow to like the small blond.
But what if having sex with him ruined everything? What if they realized it didn't work, what if they wouldn't be able to look at each other afterwards, what if…
"No… wait," he gasped and held Roxas back. "I… can't…"
"You don't have to be scared," Roxas whispered and opened the door, gently taking Axel's hand in his.
"You're drunk," Axel protested feebly, feeling panic gnawing at his insides when Roxas led him to the stairs. But he followed him anyway, too entranced by his smile and his shining eyes to struggle.
"I'm not," Roxas disagreed. "I only had two beers, I'm fine. I know what I'm doing."
They reached the second floor, and Axel helplessly watched Roxas open the door. He wanted to stop Roxas, but he couldn't; he tried to tell himself he didn't want this, but knew it was a lie. He wanted this. He wanted Roxas, with every fiber of his being. His hand was cold, but Roxas' was warm, so warm…
Roxas opened the door and stepped inside, never letting go of Axel's cold hand. Axel stumbled after him gracelessly, still stunned by how well the younger man seemed to handle the whole situation despite himself acting like a complete idiot. Roxas turned around and closed the door behind them… and immediately shoved Axel against the door, swallowing every surprised sound by kissing him.
"So… do you want a drink before we…" Roxas said while slowly sliding his hands under Axel's jacket. Axel closed his eyes for a moment, simply enjoying how the gentle touch made his body tingle. But then he grabbed Roxas and switched their positions, grinning at the surprised sound escaping the younger male. He pressed his hand flat against Roxas' chest to hold him in place, unconsciously licking his lips as he studied every detail of Roxas' flushed face. His blue eyes were wide, but quickly took on a mischievous glitter, and his pouty lips formed a sly smile.
"No drink," Axel whispered huskily, curling his fingers around the fabric of Roxas' shirt. Roxas didn't resist, but still smiled when Axel pulled him forward until their lips were almost touching. "I want you."
"So? What are you waiting for?" was Roxas' reply, and Axel couldn't help a violent shudder when Roxas' soft lips brushed against his own briefly. "Take me."
And who was Axel to refuse such an order?
Quick Note: And to all of you who expected a sex scene after that: Sorry to disappoint, but I'll let them some privacy here. Maybe there will be more... detailed scenes later, who knows?
... Well, I know, obviously. And my dear beta Salem (whom I must thank very much again!). She's the only one who had the privilege to read the next few chapters already. I just hope she didn't lie when she said they didn't suck as much as I thought they did.
Ah, well. I would love to update more frequently (More specific, I would love to be able to update Perfect Match again.), but I just lack the motivation to write anything lately. I'm sorry about it. I'm also sorry about all the reviews I didn't get to reply to. I hope you can understand that being just a few months away from earning my bachelor's degree does keep me busy and is not really inspiring me to write romantic fanfiction.
Well then. At least there are still a few chapters of this story that are already finished and just need to be beta's before I can post them. Until then!