Urghh.. I'm soooo sorry I took so incredibly long to update! I've been so busy with copious amounts of work and cosplay, please forgive me!
Anywho, the AkuxRoku in this chapter will hopefully make up for it! ohh and also there's a DemxAx scene..hope no one hates me for that but the story line called for it, and no there's nothing going on between them that's anything more than friends with benefits. hehe.
Enjoy!
Lemon scenes and language, so yeah, not for kiddies!
Disclaimer; Characters? Nooope, don't own em.
Chapter Four; The Beginning of Something Big.
One week later; 5:47p.m
Destiny Island Video Store.
" Axel."
"..."
" Yo...Axel.."
"...Nghh..."
" Axel get up."
"... "
"Axel you lazy ass wake the fuck up! "
Slap
" Alright! I'm up I'm up asshole! The redhead grunted as he lifted his slender frame from the sticky counter, rubbing his messy spikes and blinking the haze out of his blurry green orbs.
Apparently he had yet again.. fallen asleep on the job.
Job you say? Why yes, surprisingly enough- Axel worked, at the local video store. ( Keep in mind that it wasn't exactly often and done with a half-assed attitude.)
Well he had to get the money for his board somehow. One can only mooch of other's for so long.
Meanwhile, the store manager Luxord; a bulky guy with bleach blonde hair, a beard and ears lined with piercings; perched on a stool further down the counter, shuffling through a pack of cards. With a bored sigh Axel reclined back in his own seat and picked at his nails. Green orbs eyed the empty video store around him, the video store being his metaphorical jail cell until the end of his shift.
" Joy."
The teen moved to lay back down on the bench in front of him, all the while loathing the way his blue polyester work shirt itched at his skin. Polyester ain't so comfortable to wear in Summer, especially in a humid video store, currently being cooled by a couple of cheapo fans placed on the top shelves around the store, all of which missing Axel's spot behind the counter.
" Seeing as though it's just that busy.." He mumbled sarcastically before laying his spiky head in his arms.
The heat always made Axel somewhat sleepy and sleeping seemed like a rather pleasant way to pass the rest of said shift, it's not like he hadn't done it before.
" Get up." Luxord grunted unamused, not one to let his employee's slack off during payed hours, even considering the lack of customers.
Axel responded to his superior with an equally frustrated grunt, not even bothering to move. It's not like he respected the guy, more like loathed him, in all of his buff W.W.E glory.
Not ten seconds later the lazy teen copped another blow to the head, this time something thrown by the older man. The annoying man then pulled out a large blue box of returned dvd's and games and placed it on the counter next to Axel with a heavy "clunk" sound.
" Go put those away." He ordered.
Axel cocked a slender brow at the request; tilting his head slightly to eye his boss.
" And why the hell can't you? "
" 'Cause I'm the boss and you're a lowly worker. Now get to it or I'll fire you're skinny ass."
" Urgh, fiiiine."
With a stretch Axel reluctantly got up from his seat, heaven forbid he actually exert effort at work. Grabbing the heavy box he flashed Luxord a frighteningly sunny grin on his way past.
" You wouldn't fire me."
" Don't push it.."
With a strangely bubbly spring in his step Axel set about putting the cases back on the shelves in their rightful places; although said bubblyness wore off after about two minutes and the teen went about in his usual manner, shoving the disc's in any old spot regardless of the alphabetical system and taking his sweet-assed time. Screw Luxord if he thought he was going to get any more help out of him.
Thirty-something minutes later and an one empty box saw Axel cram the last of the cases into the shelf, something beginning with A into the E section. With a triumphant grin he stalked off, pushing past a group of annoyingly preppy girls emitting a high pitched mindless chatter and rounding the corner. Only to bump right into a familiar face; none other than Pence, who was currently browsing through the rather large games section.
The chubby boy smiled up at Axel, Pence being a friend of Roxie's from school.
" Hey Axel."
The red head plonked the empty box down and folded his arms casually. " Sup."
Pence glanced over the selection before him, singling out a game he slipped it out of the shelf.
" Nothin' much, just grabbing some games for tonight. Hayner's sleeping over."
Axel nodded in understanding; Hayner was also a good friend of Roxie's, the three were all a year younger. Well technically two- Roxas being in grade eleven and Axel repeating grade twelve. It's not that Ax wasn't smart, just lazy- you know, the type that disrupt everyone else and usually end up falling asleep in class, that is when they actually show up.
" Don't drop the soap."
Pence quirked an eyebrow at the statement. " You're sick, you know that?"
The older simply grinned. " In every way."
The chubby teen (under Axel's scrutiny) picked out a few combat games and the two made their way back to the counter where Pence forked out a $20 note and placed a few candy bars on the counter next to his selection of games. Axel went about scanning the items onto the teens account and doing all that stuff those people do.
" Hey Pence."
" Yeah?"
" Know if Roxas is home tonight?"
" Oh, um, probably. Well he's not coming over mine and Olette's gone away with her family so.."
A smirk came to rest on Axel's lips as he put the goods into a plastic bag with the video stores cheesy emblem and slogan across it, handing it over the counter to Pence.
" Sweet."
Pence just chuckled at the older teens antics. " You scare me sometimes.."
" You love it." Axel teased back.
Seeing the chubby teen off with a mock salute, Ax slipped his phone out of his back pocket and flipped it open- 6:15 p.m Fifteen minutes until freedom.
Figuring said fifteen minutes was far too long to wait, Ax stalked out to the back room/office thing where employee's had their lunch breaks and generally procrastinated. Shutting the blue door behind him he slipped off his irritating work shirt and pulled on his usual black and red tank; stuffing the disposed shirt into his bag he slung it over his shoulder and left the room. And instead of actually explaining his sudden urge to leave, he flipped Luxord the bird on his way past and sauntered out of the shop; A model employee, no?
Axel was rather relieved to be out of the stuffy little shop, the air was a heck of a lot cooler and the end of a perfect sunset left the sky lilac and dotted with little white stars; much like last Saturday when he had last seen Roxas and it had not exactly turned out like he wanted. Roxas could be such a stubborn ass sometimes.
It was now Thursday, five days since he had seen the blonde. And he was thinking that maybe he'd go over and annoy him, see if he'd come to his senses about the whole thing. Or just screw him into the bedsprings.
Axel rounded a corner of buildings and headed to where his old wagon sat parked in all it's rustic glory. Opening the creaking door and slipping down onto the ripped seat he threw his bag in the back and with a jingle of his keys the thrashed engine jumped to life.
Slender fingers wondered across to the tape deck and fiddled with the buttons; some metal song laced with a heavy beat pounded from the speakers and the redhead pulled out of the car park and tore off, thoroughly abusing the acceleration peddle.
Sure the old wagon wasn't much to look at, but her speed made up for it.
Twenty minutes later and a take-away chocolate thick shake saw Axel come to a crooked park out the front of his house. With one last sip the teen threw the empty container in the back before getting out of the wagon, the heavy door slamming shut with it's usual creak he strode up to the front door.
A loud bass was thumping through the house accompanied by grungy guitar. Demyx must be home.
Slipping in and shutting the door behind him Axel was hit with the all too familiar smell of dope and alcohol, the light in his bedroom was on and the loud music resonated from his stereo.
He padded into the dimly lit lounge and was greeted with the sight of Demyx seated on the old couch, hunched over his guitar and picking intricate chords off the strings like he was born to do so. It just came so naturally to him, it was a surprise he hadn't been picked up by any local bands yet, he was damn well good enough.
Axel rested against the wall and ran a hand through his fiery red spikes, a lingering feeling catching him up. It had been a while since he had gotten any, and it was starting to get to him, Axel being one that thoroughly enjoyed any kind of sex.
One's hand can only do so much.
Folding his slender arms across his chest he let out a long impressed whistle at the musical notes. Demyx who hadn't noticed his friend until now and broke from his concentration and glanced to the entrance of the room where the redhead stood, his slender eyebrows slightly furrowed in a frustrated manner.
The strawberry blonde let out a chuckle at his friend and placed the guitar down to rest against the couch. Clad in a pair of black and white tartan shorts and a blue band shirt he pushed himself off the couch and strode over to Axel, coming to stand close to him in his usual manner. He went to pull out a cigarette and light up.
" Something the matter babe? "
Axel scoffed at this, a smirk coming to grace his features. " You could say that."
" Like...? " Demyx cooed, placing a cigarette on his thin lips.
" Well... I'd kill for a fuck."
The blonde halted his actions at the statement and made some sort of excited noise in the back of his throat; slipping the cigarette back into it's small cardboard box. Dem stepped in closer to the taller teen, snaking a slender hand up his chest and toying with the neckline of his shirt.
" You know I'm up for it." Demyx muttered, his warm breath dancing over Axel's already warm skin in a suggestive way.
" You're always up for it Dem." Axel scoffed.
Demyx let out a giggle and began to place teasing kisses along Axel's exposed collar bone. Sure he and Demyx had fucked before, many a time. It was almost a daily thing when they were younger.
You see Ax and Demyx were certainly no newcomer's to the world of sexual pleasure, the redhead had lost count of just how many guys he'd screwed, nothing like commitment, a fuck and nothing more. Axel had never had what you would call a 'proper' relationship, the closest to it would be with Demyx, but even so it was just a tight friendship with benefits, and it had been like that for years.
Axel didn't even know if he wanted a proper relationship, but his feelings for a certain blonde told him otherwise.
Roxas.
Roxas Roxas Roxas.
Well screw Roxas.
Giving into need Axel extended a slender arm, fisting a hand in the blonde's hair and crushing their lips together. The other hand coming to rest on Demyx's hip he swiftly repositioned them and pushed him up against the wall. Demyx let out a muffled giggle and Axel took advantage, slipping his hungry tongue inside and exploring that familiar wet cavern, the blonde melting into the intoxicating kiss.
The kiss became more fervent as Axel rocked his hips, rubbing his growing arousal against the blonde's. Two needy hands came to entangle in Axel's red spikes, his own raced down the chest before him and slipped under the garment, cool digits running over heated skin.
Axel's hungry mouth nipped and sucked down Dem's jawline and neck, his expert digits coming to rub at his nipples, hardened with the pleasure. The blonde let out a throaty moan, making the redhead's erection painfully hard.
One of Axel's hands left the blonde's chest and came to cup his ass, gripping hard as he rocked into him again.
" Nn..fuck ..Ax..."
The two were separated as the redhead ripped off the other's shirt, exposing the whole of his slim chest. He once again tied their tongues in a messy kiss, his hands stopping at the hem of Demyx's pants and teasing the sensitive skin just above it. With an agreeable moan Demyx grabbed the redhead and pulled him towards his bedroom.
A loud bass and grungy guitar pumping from the stereo speakers signaled the start of a new song.
Demyx stumbled back onto the unmade bed with a giggle and proceeded to remove his shorts and boxers, Axel sauntering after him- a smirk on his face as he removed his clothes painfully slow and put on a show for the blonde- first slipping off his tank top to reveal an unmarred alabaster torso.
Yeah, Tell me what you want me to be
What you want me to be
What you want me to be, oooohhh
Axel paused a few steps from the bed, smirking wider, he rested his index finger against his bottom lip before sucking on it suggestively, loving how Demyx practically moaned at the sight. Removing the digit a moment later, he trailed it down his chest, encircling his left nipple for a moment and gasping before continuing downwards.
Unbuttoning his fly, he unzipped his jeans even slower, inching the tight article of clothing off his hips and kicking them off, his hands came to toy with the hem of his black boxer shorts, slipping them off.
I am tight, yeahh
Fuckin' right, oooohhhh
The blonde whined from the bed; much to Axel's amusement.
" Hurry up baaaabe!"
Axel joined the other teen a moment later, parting his legs he lay between them, rolling his hips and rocking his hardened member against the blondes, both letting out a moan at the heated skin on skin contact.
" Nnnnn.. hah.. I've missed this.."
Axel released Demyx's bottom lips from his teeth and settled for sucking on the exposed neck before him as he tilted his head back; snaking out his tongue and running it down the curve of his throat, over his collar bone and down to one of his pert nipples, loving the way the indents of Demyx's nails stung his sweat slicked skin as he gripped his back.
With a smirk Ax gave the hardened nub a languid lick before continuing his path, tracing his tongue down the blonde's chest and keeping eye contact the whole time.
I could be the one turned on
All you fuckers in the back come and jack me off
Yeah, So I could be the one that you want, that you want
I could be the one that you want
So what the fuck y'all
Get down
Dipping the wet muscle in and out of Dem's naval he continued downwards, toying with the sensitive skin above his arousal, one of his slender hands came to rub the blonde's thigh needily, only increasing the pleasure. Axel lowered himself more so, tracing his tongue from the inside of the blonde's knee up to his inner thigh and causing him to buck his hips wantonly.
Figuring he'd tortured the teen enough Axel positioned himself face to face with his hardened member, hooking his arms around his smooth thighs for a better grip.
With a smirk at he placed a languid lick up the underside of his shaft, causing Demyx to outright moan. Axel repeated the motion a few times, locking his gaze with the blonde's lust clouded blue orbs, he paused.
" Watch me."
The blonde simply whined at the request, oh how he loved it when Axel ordered him about.
Ax dragged the wet muscle over the sensitive tip before closing his mouth over it and sliding the heated skin into his mouth as far as it would go without him choking. He began bobbing up and down, increasing his speed and pressure with each stroke.
Axel glanced up to the blonde who had lost himself in the pleasure and had his head tilted back against the pillows, his mouth open, hands fisted in the bedsheets, panting and emitting delicious sounds.
Oh how he wished he was Roxas, but a fuck was a fuck right? And it was always good with Demyx.
I am tight, yeah
Fuckin' right, oooh
Axel shifted a bit, moving slightly forward whilst still bobbing up and down, he slid a slender hand up the bare torso before him to Demyx's open mouth, resting two fingers on his bottom lip. The blonde caught on soon enough and eagerly took the two digits into his mouth, coating them with saliva.
(Talk about multitasking- If there's one thing Axel's good at, it's definitely sex.)
Satisfied the digits were coated enough Axel removed them from his mouth and removed himself from the member below him, much to Dem's dislike. But the best was still to come.
Getting up on his knees Axel forcefully but gently rolled the blonde over onto his stomach, positioning himself on the back of his thighs. Demyx whined a little into the pillows as a familiar and wet digit was pressed against his entrance, pushing slowly past the tight ring of muscle.
Finding his own neglected member painfully hard, Axel sped up, pushing his probing digit all the way in and sliding it out, and back in, and out, and in, adding a second finger and stretching him.
Now I could be the one in time
And the one who isn't really there
I am the light, discord and rhyme
I am the one who isn't anywhere
I am tight, yeah
fuckin' right, ohhhhh
" Nnn.. ahh.. f. fuck me Ax.. "
With that request Axel slipped his two digits from the teen, positioning himself he placed his painfully hard member in their wake, pressing against that tight entrance. Demyx lifted his hips a little from the bed in need before the redhead thrust in to the hilt, wrenching a pained cry from him and a grunt from himself at the familiar tight heat surrounding his shaft.
After a moment of adjusting, Axel lent down to the blonde's ear, licking the outer shell and whispering a sultry. " Still as tight as ever huh Dem."
" Nnn.."
Pulling out halfway he rocked back in, balancing himself with one arm on the bed next to Demyx, and the other gripping his hip, he picked up a rhythm.
In, moan, out, gasp, in, out, moan, in, moaaann.
Axel's eyes slipped shut as he lost himself in the pleasure, hearing only delicious sounds and the thud of his heartbeat pulsing through his ears.
He shifted atop of Demyx's body, pulling himself onto his knees and the blonde onto all fours. Lost in a trance and the beat of the heavy bass reverberating through the room, the memory of Roxas flashed before him, that night on this same bed.
" Ahhhh.."
Placing his hands on the blonde's hips he rocked in hard, groaning and hitting that spot they both loved so much.
Demyx's hands fisted the sheets harder and a hot moan escaped his lips.
" Uunnnnn.. harder.."
A smirk came to tug at Axel's own at the blonde's pleas and he thrust in harder, hitting his sweet spot head on and causing them to both rock forward.
" Harder? " He teased, pulling out and thrusting back in; nearly slipping on the sweat slicked skin.
The blonde merely groaned a reply.
Tell me what you want me to be
What you want me to be
What you want me to be
ooohhhhhhhhh
Axel bent over- snaking out his tongue and running it up the curve of Demyx's back. He moved one hand from it's hold on the blonde's hip to slide around and gasp his throbbing member, pumping along in time with his thrusting and the heavy beat.
Axel's thrusts became more frantic and messy as he felt himself nearing climax. Demyx's shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto his stomach on the bedsheets, resting his head in his arms.
" Uhnnn.. fu..ck-ahhh."
With a few more thrusts Demyx came with a load moan, spilling his seed all over the redhead's hand- the tight contractions causing Ax to come soon after; collapsing on top of him.
Both teens basked in the haze for a moment, slicked with sweat and panting, Axel still buried to the hilt within the other boy.
Pulling out of Demyx with a wet sound, Ax flopped down onto the cool sheets beside him, his emerald orbs flickering to rest on the numbingly white ceiling above them as his pulse thudded loudly in his ears. He suddenly felt incredibly hot and hadn't really noticed until now just how humid the room was, well we was kinda preoccupied.
A soft chuckle from his friend next to him brought his attention back.
" Fuck Ax, I swear you get better every time we do it."
With a snicker, Ax stretched out a slender arm pulled the exhausted teen closer, despite the humidity being so thick in the room you could cut the air with a knife.
Demyx settled for resting his head under the redhead's chin, flopping a tired arm over his chest.
" I'm a wanton sex god, got it memorized? " Axel joked back, softly kissing the damp hair sticking to the blonde's forehead.
Emerald orbs fell back to the white ceiling and he felt himself dozing off.
Well at least he had released some of that pesky sexual tension, even though the whole time all he could think about was a certain other blonde.
Cloud sighed into the crisp evening air as he waited for the glowing red light to flicker to green, the hum of his heavy motorbike filling his ears. The blonde was currently out running a few errand's and the next stop was the shops; he needed to pick up some supplies for dinner and the rest of the week, he wouldn't need to buy all that much, seeing as though most of the time it was dinner for one.
A moment later and a light change saw Cloud speed off in the direction of the local shopping center, situated about two blocks away and in the heart of Destiny Island.
The air was crisp an biting against his exposed skin but Cloud didn't mind, he'd always kind of enjoyed it, after all it came with riding a bike, and that he loved to no extent. What better rush could you get?
Not fifteen minutes later the blonde had finally found a park out the front of the large store, Thursday night being late night shopping and the town was still lively and buzzing. So yeah, finding a park was never an easy thing.
Striding through the large automatic doors the blonde beelined for the food store, also seemingly packed.
He grabbed a shopping trolley from the pile and headed into the shop, turns out he grabbed one of those extremely dodgerific ones with the wheels that lead you off in the wrong direction, but it's not that he really cared, he kinda just wanted to get the shopping done and get out, something about hoards of people, fluorescent lights and crying babies just wasn't all that appealing.
Cloud started on his usual route that was to weave though each isle and grab the canned and packaged goods and then make a loop around the outside for the fruit and veg and lastly the cold stuff like ice-cream and milk, less time for them to go off or melt. Cloud liked his schedule and he liked to be organized.
Halfway through the middle isle he had already stocked the trolley nicely with the essential packaged goods, though he couldn't exactly buy too much considering he did get here by bike remember.
Skillfully dodging a kid who had pulled out the entire stock of those unfrozen icy-pole things onto the floor, he headed to the next isle- which was kind of insanely packed.With a sigh Cloud decided it was probably best to just park his trolley where it was and go and get the goods rather then trying to push it through all of those people.
He grabbed a few packets of his favourite instant Shoyu flavoured Ramen and some Miso from the busy isle. Striding back to his cart Cloud was too busy dodging the coloured icy-poles spread all over the floor to notice the body in front of him, and before he new it he was on his butt on the cold, hard floor with an ungraceful 'thud'- Ramen and Miso scattering around him.
" Shit..I'm so sorry, are you ok.?"
The deep voice brought Cloud out of his mild shock, how could he have been so damn clumsy?
" Cloud..?."
Cerulean eyes wondered up to the familiar man standing in front of him, and immediately his heart sped up.
" L..Leon.."
The tall brunette man chuckled down at him, extending out a gloved hand. Cloud immediately took it and was easily pulled up by the strong male, trying hard to stifle his embarrassment at the situation.
Gaining back some composure the blonde gathered up the packets from the floor and plopped them into his cart next to Leon, who by the way was looking on through sparkling gray eyes, slightly amused.
" Fancy meeting you here." He spoke in that rich voice, his strong arms folded over his chest where a pale t-shirt was covered by a black jacket with fluffy white trim.
Cloud turned back to him and brushed the little dirt of himself, his backside was now stinging from hitting the hard floor. He chastised himself inwardly for being so darn stupid.
" Yeah, sorry about that, wasn't watching where I was going.."
The brunette man simply smirked back. ' You don't say..' Subtly looking the blonde in front of him up and down.
" You look good Cloud."
Cloud felt his face heat up a little at the statement, what was it with this guy?
" You too." He grunted back, slightly unsure if any innuendo was in intended.
The brunette man stepped in a little closer, causing Cloud to freeze up and fold his own arms to cover his anxiousness. Amused steely gray eyes bore into cerulean orbs before his gaze fell to Cloud's unmarred alabaster cheek, he raised a gloved hand and bushed it over the soft skin.
Cloud glanced away in embarrassment but didn't move, Leon's sweet scent was kind of intoxicating. Without the smells of the club were they had first met he now realized it to be something rather like coffee and hazelnuts, sweet and rich.
" That bruise of yours healed up nicely." The brunette spoke, his voice laced with something Cloud couldn't quite recognize.
The soft gloved hand fell from his cheek and Leon took a step back, taking up his usual stance; Arms folded and a smirk tugging at his lips, his stormy gray eyes darted from Cloud to the trolley behind him.
" Shopping are we." He said matter-of-factly to the slightly shocked blonde in front of him. Cloud shook himself from his mental trance and grabbed his trolley, pushing it slowly down the isle, Leon beside him.
" How'd you guess?" Cloud joked.
" So, how have you been?"
The two men settled into a slightly awkward chit chat as they made their way around the store, Leon grabbed a basket and began picking some stuff off the shelves for himself and about half an hour later they both arrived in front of the slightly less frantic checkouts.
" Oh, I almost forgot.."
The brunette man put his basket on the floor and dug a hand into his back pocket, a moment later slipping out a silver phone and flipping it open.
" What's your number? "
The blonde pulled out his own phone and handed it to Leon who exchanged their numbers. Flipping Cloud's phone shut he handed it back with a slight smile before grabbing his basket and headed towards an empty-ish looking checkout, calling over his shoulder.
" See ya' round Cloud, and don't be a stranger."
Cloud just stood there fore a moment in his wake, still slightly numbed from both the whole meeting and the fluorescent lights above him; Shaking it off he pushed the cart to a checkout and began loading the items onto the conveyor belt were a tired looking girl checked them off. The girl was halfway though the pile and Cloud was packing the goods into his bags when Leon walked past, waving casually.
The blonde nodded back, his tired gaze inadvertently falling to Leon's ass, hugged by tight black pants.
'Nice ass...'
" Sora you lazy ass get here and help me. "
Said cinnamon haired teen let out a half hearted growl at the request before lifting himself from the leather couch where he was seated- half watching a re-run of some sitcom on Riku's flashy big screen TV. A moment later Sora padded into the large kitchen, his bare feet slapping on the cool marble tiles. Riku was rummaging through the fridge and looking for more ingredients to join those already on the bench; flour, milk, eggs and cheese, along with some utensils and a large metallic bowl.
The younger teen took up a seat on one of the stools lining the kitchen counter, with stretch his two hands came to lace behind his head and his cerulean blue eyes fell to the silver-haired teen now looking through a cabinet.
" What'cya makin' Ri? "
Riku let out an amused snicker.
" You mean what are we making.. and that would be Omelette.. I guess...that is f I can remember how to make it."
Sora giggled softly, his mind wondering a little.
" What you thinking So?"
Sora snapped from his light daze, his hand coming to fidget with the hem of pants front pocket, his phone tucked away in the light material.
" Oh, just wondering if Rox is ok.."
Riku continued readying the ingredients, cracking an egg into the large metallic bowl.
Sora continued. " Maybe I should give him a ca..."
" I'm sure he's fine Sora." The silver-haired teen cut in, his pretty aqua eyes meeting with Sora's own cerulean orbs, reassuring him somewhat.
Riku cracked another egg into the bowl, this time the yellow yolk broke and mixed around with the other egg.
Sora couldn't help but worry about his twin, since the episode with Axel last week he had been downright angsty, well, a lot more than usual. Sora had hardly seen his twin since then, and his distance was starting to worry him as they had always been fairly close, twins usually are.
Riku's deep voice once again cut through his thoughts. " He's probably just hanging out at home."
Sora let out a faint sigh, residing himself to the fact that Riku was probably right, though the sinking feeling in his gut wasn't really helping." Yeah..probably."
Axel woke from his light sleep with only one thought on his mind. The room around him was now silent signaling the end of the c.d and thankfully a heck of a lot cooler. Demyx still lay next to him, his hair mussed and deep in sleep, his arm still slung over Axel's chest but they had since shifted a little further from each other.
Gently moving the blonde Axel slipped out from the soft sheets, grabbing some clothes he padded out of his surprisingly clean room and into the bathroom. Flicking on the dim light the redhead made his way to the sink where he turned on the tap and let the cool water run for a second before splashing some over his face. Drying off a bit he slipped on a fresh pair of three-quater length shorts, black ofcourse. His usual tank and a thin black hoodie.
After freshening up a bit he padded out to the kitchen, his emerald orbs darting to the wall clock that hung above the fridge- 7:42pm
A moment later he grabbed his keys off the bench and headed out to the old car. He needed to see Roxas.
Dull cerulean eyes belonging to a certain Roxas flickered open and around his dimly lit room, the pale yellow walls littered with various band posters and pictures of sports stars- mainly soccer, which had always been an interest of his.
The house was uncomfortably silent; Sora had gone to sleep over at Riku's yet again and their parents were on a three day vacation in Traverse Town. They had left Sora and Roxas at home after their whining to stay and Sora's vow that they could look after themselves. Well it had worked, but now Roxas was alone, and without something to distract him he was plagued with thoughts of a certain redhead.
Not that he hadn't been all freaking week, he felt so utterly torn about the whole situation. That is, confused and angry about his feelings but pissed at himself for not being able to express them and nervous about other peoples thoughts on the whole issue- societies views on gays aren't the best.
To be honest, Roxas hated the word gay, and just that word placed on himself made him feel so utterly uncomfortable.
All week he had tried his hardest to distract himself with other things, especially with Namine, but it didn't work. As much as he tried Axel still plagued his every thought and memory and it hurt like hell.
His feelings were lodged in his throat and all in all it made Roxas come across as a stubborn ass and reduced him to a frustrated mess. Why was life so fucking hard.
Cerulean eyes fell to an old photograph on his bedside table of none other then Axel; he had been meaning to put it away but just couldn't bring himself to do it. The last time he had seen Axel had hurt so much, so many things were said and they were all so fucking true.
He let out a frustrated sigh and flopped down further on the soft chalky blue sheets covering his bed. A painful lump was beginning to form in his throat, the type you get before you start to cry, and he felt a few tears burning behind his eyes. You could say he was at a point where he was so frustrated he just wanted to cry. (a.n oohh the angst.)
Roxas choked back the tears that threatened to fall with an angry growl and pushed himself up against the headboard, fiddling with the fabric of the black and white checkered band that encircled his wrist.
Cerulean eyes fell to the soft material band, which seemed to stand out somehow in the dim lighting and pale moonlight streaming through his open window. He traced a finger over the soft fabric, turning his arm slightly to reveal the lighter skin on the underside of his arm. He slid a finger over the visible veins and down the baby-soft skin.
' Do it Rox, you're a fuckup anyway.' A voice chimed amidst the swirling thoughts in his mind.
' It'll take the pain away.'
Fighting internally for a moment Roxas lifted himself up from the bed and strode over to his desk where he proceeded to rummage urgently through a box filled with bits and pieces; eventually coming across what he intended on finding, a small ruby red pocket knife given to him by his dad on his thirteenth birthday.
Padding back to the bed he flopped onto the sheets and rested against the headboard. That lump in his throat becoming painful and eyes stinging, he flicked the blade open- it was clean and sharp, a brilliant silver- basically unused.
" What the hell am I doing.." Roxas muttered to himself.
' Nobody wants you..you're all alone. Give it up already.'
Unwanted sobs began to wrack his thin frame as salty tears stained his cheeks, hesitating for a moment he held the blade in his right hand, turning his left to reveal the unmarred and smooth underside of his arm.
' You're a fuckup and you always will be.'
Roxas lowered the blade, letting it hover over the tendons running down his wrist.
' Do it.'
He pushed the cool blade to lightly touch is skin.
' Do it.'
His body shaking with sobs, he paused as and image of Axel flashed before his eyes.
Instead, he moved the blade about two inches up his arm and touched it to the pale skin, pressing down he squeezed his cerulean orbs shut and sliced a clean cut. The sharp blade meant the pain was minimal and obviously he hadn't hit anything vital but the cut was quite deep; thick blood began to ooze out of the wound and stain his pale skin.
A feeling of nausea flooded over Roxas and his head began to throb.
Suddenly a familiar sound was heard; a rumbling engine coming to a halt in the driveway, followed by a creaking door and footsteps.
Roxas immediately froze.
Axel.
A loud knock on the wooden door echoed through the house.
" Yo, Roxas, I know you're home, let me in."
Roxas stayed silent, slowly calming his sobs. If he didn't move then Axel would go away, right?
Wrong.
Another louder knock was heard before more footsteps and rummaging; Then eventually the sound of a key being placed in the lock on the front door.
" Fuck.."
Axel was on a mission and knew off by heart where the spare front door key was held, in the side garden bed under a creepy looking gnome.
Roxas sprung up, throwing the blade to the other side of the room and grabbing a pale gray sweatshirt from his floor and pulling it over his head, wincing as the rough material came into contact with his sensitive cut. He whiped at his cerulean orbs urgently before Axel appeared at the door frame.
" Hey Rox.."
Axel immediately halted upon seeing the blonde's state, his eyes were shining and cheeks stained, meaning he'd quite obviously been crying.
" Go away." Roxas muttered angrily, his voice slightly croaky as his cerulean orbs bore into the cream coloured carpet.
The redhead simply folded his slender arms and lent against the door frame.
" No."
" Get out." The blonde spat back, angry and embarrassed at being caught in this state, especially by Axel.
But Axel was determined. " Nope."
" Go away!"
The redhead didn't budge, and that's when Roxas cracked, storming over to the annoying teen by the door. Anger welling in his shining blue orbs he seethed beneath him.
" Get the fuck out! I don't want to talk to you!"
Axel egged him on further with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk, receiving an intensified glare, the blonde made to give him a sharp push in the chest; only to have one of said arms grabbed by a clamp like fist.
Too bad he grabbed the wrong arm.
Roxas immediately hissed at the pressure on his fresh wound, pain written all over his face. The older teen raised an eyebrow and loosened his grip, the blonde pulling away and cradling his arm. And that's when Axel began to panic, fuck he he never meant to hurt him.
" Rox? Rox.. I didn't mea.." Emerald eyes flickered to the source of Roxas's pain, noticing the blood seeping through the underside of his sleeve, he took a step closer.
" Don't.."
Angry cerulean orbs met concerned emerald as Axel took the blonde's arm.
" Please..."
He rolled back the material, gently turning his arm to reveal the oozing cut.
At first Axel was confused but it took a split second to put the pieces together, and the fact that Roxas couldn't meet his gaze was a dead give away.
Without a word the Axel encircled Rox's slender wrist and tugged him behind into the smallish lounge room, pulling a little harder than he should of and sitting him down on the old couch in front of the coffee table.
Dissapearing out of the room he returned with a medical kit, he perched on the coffee table in front of Roxas and opened the small white box, rummaging through and pulling out a small bottle of disinfectant and a cotton ball. Not bothering to look at the blonde he took his arm, first cleaning off the smeared blood and then dabbing the brownish looking liquid over the cut with the cotton ball.
Roxas winced a little at the stinging sensation. Fuck, of all the times for Axel to come around.
He glanced up to the redhead who was quite obviously pissed off, his silence was the biggest give away.
Axel again rummaged through the box, a pair of cerulean eyes now watching him he pulled out a smallish square of gauze; enough to cover the cut, and a strip of medical tape. Placing the gauze over the cut he secured it with the tape, lightly pressing the sticky material to Roxas's skin.
Satisfied he was finished, he rolled Rox's stained sleeve up further, running his fingers over the unmarred skin. Roxas suddenly felt himself a little lightheaded as those soft fingers tingled his skin, his touch feather soft.
Dissapointed emerald orbs met confused cerulean as those fingers traveled up to his tear stained cheek, lingering for a moment before dropping. And all too soon Axel left the room, taking with him the medical box and leaving Roxas confused to no end.
The redhead reappeared a moment later and flopped down into the armchair across the room from where the blonde was still seated. He picked at his nails; eyebrows furrowed and his eyes sharp, Axel could be quite cold when pissed off, but it wasn't without reason. Since when did Roxas hurt himself like that..?
An awkward silence ensued and that was enough for the older teen, with a frustrated sigh the lifted himself up from the chair and proceeded to the door.
" Ax.. wait. I.." Roxas croaked out, his voice small.
The redhead stopped in his tracks and turned, a smirk tugging at his lips and voice laced with sarcasm. " You what... slipped? "
" No.."
" Then what."
The blonde stammered. " I...I.."
" Hmm?"
" I'm sorry."
Axel was a little taken back by this, so Roxas could swallow his pride after all. But sorry for what.
" It's alright blondie, you don't have to like me."
Axel turned and headed for the door, leaving Roxas on the couch with his feelings lodged in his throat. Stepping out into the cool night air he slammed the door behind himself and stalked over to his old wagon, his gut twisting with rejection and hurt and wondering why the hell he cared so much.
Unlocking the car he paused as the front door opened, soft footsteps following.
" Wait.. Axel..please.."
Axel turned to face the distraught looking blonde.
" Wait for what... huh Rox?"
Roxas glanced up at him through thick lashes, heavy with moisture. He looked as though he was fighting to say something.
" I.."
" Spit it out already."
" You don't get it.."
" I don't get what?!"
" I like you, alright! I do! "
Axel folded his arms in anger. " Then what's the fucking problem?!"
Roxas froze, biting his words.
" What, are you afraid to be gay? freaked of what people will think? what? " Axel scoffed, his words harsh and cold.
The blonde fought with his feelings before for blurting out.
" How do I know you're not just going to fuck me and then ditch me!"
Axel's eyebrows shot right up and he let out an amused chuckle.
" Is that seriously all you think of me Rox?"
He shifted from foot to foot, emitting a sigh.
" Roxas, how long have we been friends? "
" ... "
The older teen closed the distance between them, two slender fingers traveling up to the blonde's jaw as he tilted his chin to meet his gaze. Roxas shivered involuntary at the contact, feeling emotionally exhausted. His other hand came to rest protectively in the soft blonde hair at the nape of his neck.
Axel eyed the teen, with his cheeks dusted pink, shining cerulean eyes half lidded with thick eyelashes. And he thought to himself for a moment just how fucking beautiful he was, and how he was all he wanted.
If commitment was what it took to be with this boy, then commitment he would give.
Axel lowered his voice, speaking with sincerity. " Roxas, if you were to be with me I promise to you, on pain of death, that would never happen."
" ...Do you have any idea of just how much I care about you? "
Both teens were a little shocked at those words, at the seriousness Axel didn't think he had. The older teen loosened his grip a little and let his hands fall to his sides, it was his turn to feel embarrassed.
" Oh god that was cheesy wasn't it.." He chuckled, pleased at the small smile that graced the blonde's perfect lips.
The two teens stood in the crisp night air for a moment as Roxas mulled over those words in his head, weighing up the positives and the negatives. Sure it wouldn't be easy at times, and he wasn't sure how people would take it, but now he was certain of his feelings for Axel and they were out there in the open.
With a thoughtful sigh Roxas wrapped his arms around Axel's slim hips and pulled him into a soft hug. A little surprised at the gesture, the older gladly wrapped his long arms around the small frame clinging to his chest, breathing in his scent. Oh how nice it felt, it felt so.. right.
Roxas rested his cheek against the warm fabric covering Axel's chest, slowly rising and falling with his shallow breathing. They stood together just holding each other for a little while, finally coming to an understanding.
Toying with the soft material of the redhead's shirt, the blonde finally spoke; swallowing his fear to express what he now felt and hoped was best.
" Axel..? "
Ax made some sort of agreeable humming noise in the back of his throat.
" Will you.."
"...Will you be my boyfriend..?"
The redhead swore he nearly choked on these words, pulling back slightly he eyed the blonde in his arms, who was now holding his bottom lip in his teeth in anticipation.
Leaning in closer he let his warm breath wash over Roxas's lips. " Rox, I would give anything."
With that he closed the gap between them, pressing his mouth lightly to the younger teen's sweet lips, and for the short moment it lasted the kiss was utterly intoxicating.
Axel pulled back a moment later, smiling down at the flustered looking blonde, the blonde who was finally his. He moved to deepen the kiss but stopped as Rox pulled away slightly.
" Ax, I want to take this slow ok, you have to promise me."
Axel simply smiled, that warm reassuring smile of his, and instead pressed his lips lightly to the blonde's forehead, whispering against his skin.
" I promise."
YAY! their finally together! hehe, Roxas's angstyness kinda climaxed in this chapter, turns out he's full of insecurities, let's hope Axel can fix them.
Ne, not much Sora x Riku sorry! there will be soon!
And I hope that lemon scene was ok... dunno if I'm any good at writing them...I'm guessing not. Oh and during that scene, if you didn't notice the bold words were the lyrics to a song.
Sorry for any mistakes! Please R&R, and tell me if you liked it, no flames.
Till next time, Ja ne!
xx Hoshi-chan