Answer to poll: (I loved the results! Even if All wasn't an option, hehe)
19 votes all together.
Zemyx- 12 votes 63 percent
Soriku- 2 votes 11 percent
Akuroku- 3 votes 15 percent
All three- 2 votes 11 percent
Chapter Eight: Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight!
Zexion sighed as he reached his decision. He leaned towards Demyx, shifting his lithe frame away from the steering wheel. "Tonight…is not a good night for that," he said softly. "But don't think I don't want it."
Demyx averted his gaze, a blush on his cheeks. His heart was thudding painfully in his chest. He had said something wrong, hadn't he? That was the reason why he was being denied! He bit his lip, nodding. He was sensitive, so he had to work to keep it all in.
Lips brushed over his hungrily, reigniting his passion. His hand dug into the foreign leather seat as leverage, pulling his teacher on him. He wanted more. But he had been told he wasn't going to be allowed more right away. However, a devious plot wormed into his thoughts. If he could turn Zexion on enough, perhaps both would get what they so obviously needed.
Now that they were lying down, Zexion felt an ache in his groin. He desperately wanted this man, screwing or being screwed, but his psychologist instincts told him no. If they had sex on the first date, that meant things would be boring quickly. Almost like a one night stand.
They slid in the leather seat so that larger, blond frame was over his frail body. Their hands were awkwardly placed around each other in the confined space of the two front seat. Only then did Zexion realize how uncomfortable seat belts were when the mechanisms were poking you in the back.
Yet, on the other hand, he wasn't sexually latent. His libido flourished viciously as he allowed the blond to enter his mouth, although he didn't give up the fight, giving his partner a struggle every step of the way.
The rough fingers dug into his pale skin painfully, yet he held no protest. One could say he was accustomed to pain. Others might just say he was a sadist. Either way, he arched into body above him, raking his nails across his lover's back through his leather gloves.
Why did he want this boy so madly? Why did his body scream for sexual release, why his mind calmly stepped back and told him that it wasn't time yet?
"Enough…" he said suddenly, jerking his head away from his pupil, barely able to talk from lack of breath. "I'm sorry…but I can't. Not tonight…" He struggled to get out from under him, and finally sat up, clutching the steering wheel as he found his breath. "Not tonight," he repeated, firmly, more towards himself.
Demyx nodded, unable to say much without air in his lungs and embarrassment laying over him like a thick blanket.
Zexion started the car, brushing his hair back from its messy array with one hand, the other gripping the steering wheel securely.
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People had stared at him. Roxas put a hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth emit from it viciously. Stupid Axel! Stupid stupid stupid fucking Axel. All of this was his fault! The worst part was, people were claiming they knew he was gay all along. They laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, as if the world was suddenly best pals with him. His tough image had melted away in one kiss.
"I fucking hate you!" he growled at his yellow wall, staring angrily at the poster of Hyde that gazed back at him with an equal loathing in the photographed eyes. The guitar he held was being thrust against the ground, flames licking his heels as if sparked from impact, the beginnings of a ring of fire, as Hyde's body twisted so that his face was fixated in a position that seemed to follow you no matter where you were.
Sora found it creepy. Roxas found it interesting.
But now he hated it. The flames reminded him of Axel's red hair.
He let out a feral growl, turning away from the haunting poster, crossing his arms defiantly. He wasn't going to school tomorrow! No way in freaking hell was he going to survive that torment! And where the hell was his brother?
Muttering angrily under his breath he scoped out the house. It was empty. His mother was still at work, she had left a note proclaiming so, even though it was nearly 9:30 p.m. So where in all of the seven hells, was his twin? He needed someone to talk to.
He perked as he heard footsteps. He tiptoed to the window, pulling back the curtains only to let them go immediately, eyes wide. His brother and Riku were together. Not in the normal fashion either. They were kissing. And both were enjoying it.
"Oh no…" he moaned tragically under his breath. "Everyone's turning gay on me. It's karma! Fucking bloody karma!"
Sora opened the door, going rigid when his brother came into sight. "Roxas…uh…"
Identical blue eyes bore into his own, hatred sprouting forth. "I suppose since you heard about me you chose to do some experimenting?" he said venomously.
Sora shook his head, his heart thudding painfully in his chest. He just knew nothing he would say could calm his brother down. "Roxas… I…I like him…"
"No, what about what I saw between you and Kairi?"
"She was proving to me I was gay," he muttered, ears pink.
"What makes you think like this?!" Roxas snarled suddenly, a low buzz in his ears. He was just so maddeningly angry. His whole world was shattered, the shards out of sight, no hope of ever putting it back together. He just wanted to freaking kill someone!
"What do you mean?" Sora asked, bewildered.
"This whole fucking gay shit! It's just Axel! All of it is fucking Axel! I knew he'd be a bad influence on you! And now that he's kissed me you-"
"Shut up!" Sora suddenly flared, his eyes narrowing darkly. "You don't anything about this! You're too busy freaking out to even realize what's going on!"
"Why don't you shut up Sora! You're too fucking innocent to understand! What about mom? Huh? What will she think? And Riku nonetheless...! How could you go with him. You know his girlfriends only last two weeks! You're a guy Sora, you'll last only a week. You're just hurting yourself!"
Red flashed before Sora's eyes. "Take that back!" He growled.
"NO!" Roxas snarled, his eyes wild and feral as his voice rose into a staggering volume. "YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND! YOU'LL NEVER BE HAPPY WITH A GUY, YOU CAN'T EVEN HAVE SEX WITHOUT HURTING! YOU'RE JUST BEING A FUCKING-"
WHAM!
Roxas took a step back, rubbing his cheek. He didn't know Sora knew how to punch. But he did know like hell he'd take it. He swung, knocking his brother off his feet. Then it just exploded. They attacked each other, not even feeling the bruises that welt. Slaps and punches rang through the air with furious howls, until they came at a standstill, Roxas in a headlock and Sora pinned against the floor with his twin's knees.
They panted heavily through their nostrils, the numbness wearing off so that each pain they felt increased by a tenfold. Sora let Roxas go and they rolled away from each other, refusing to look.
"I'm leaving," Roxas announced, slamming the front door.
Sora said nothing, going up the stairs, stretching out on his bed, wincing. He had never been in a fight in his life.
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Axel's heart deadened when he saw Roxas leaving his house. He had a black eye, a split lip and a scowl that could wilt plants. The blond passed him with a growl, as if to say 'back off!' Naturally, he didn't. "So you and a cat get into a fight?" he grinned.
Roxas' turned his gaze on him, nearly stopping his life. "It's all your fault," he said coldly.
"I don't see how, I didn't punch you. I don't bite…usually. "
"Shut up!" the blond exploded, "just shut fucking up!"
"Jeez, aren't we testy? Need a little lovin'?"
"Get away." Roxas said quietly when he approached. "Leave me alone."
Axel felt impatience tug at his heart strings. Why the hell was this guy so resistant? No one resisted him for this long. "You know, you don't have many friends. Is it because you always treat them this friendly?"
"You're not my friend."
"You're right, I like the term lover instead."
"We're not in a relationship either!"
"You're already using we, I'm finally getting somewhere."
"Do you ever just GO AWAY?"
"Nope," he said with an easy grin. "So stop resisting. I know how to make people feel better."
"No," Roxas said flatly, wincing as he sat down on the customary wall.
"I do have something for those bruises," Axel said gently. "If you want."
"I don't need your help."
"I know, but it'll be easier than moping and in pain."
Roxas sighed, knowing he was getting nowhere. Indulging the redhead wouldn't be too bad. It was just some ointment or something, right? "Fine."
"Come to my house then," Axel said, pulling him off the wall. "I'm not going to try to jump you."
Roxas gave him a look that clearly said otherwise. "Axel…" he said warningly.
"I promise?"
"Fine…" Roxas agreed wearily. He was feeling drained from the fight with his twin.
They walked silently in the moonlight, Roxas wincing the entire way there, even if it was a few houses down. He made a mental note that he had to find out who had been teaching Sora to fight. They had been abnormally evenly matched.
Axel opened the large wooden door, reaching in and turning on the lights before allowing Roxas in first all in a sweeping motion. "It's not all that clean, but what can I say, I'm a guy."
"Won't your parents get mad?" He asked, eyeing the floor. It wasn't too bad. An entertainment center rose against the innermost wall, with couches surrounding it. A few left over cans and bottles littered the area, but it wasn't anything major.
"My parents are home only twice a year," Axel said with a shrug, although his tone suggested that they better leave the subject alone.
Roxas suddenly gave out a startled gasp, something darting past him and brushing against the redhead's legs.
"Ginn…" Axel cooed, picking up the leggy teen-calico. "I was wondering where you went." The little ball of fur mewed discontentedly, eyes indignant. This earned a chuckle. He turned towards the blond, holding out the fluffy mass. "Roxas, this is Ginn. She's…special. Her mom died in a car accident recently. She was… like a friend."
Something in the green eyes struck Roxas in a place he didn't know his heart had. It dawned on him exactly how lonely his classmate really was. Was the kitty, now gone, one of the only friends that had stayed by the redhead? It struck him that Riku and Sora were the only ones Axel talked to that didn't want something from him. Popularity didn't necessarily mean lots of close friends, Roxas realized.
"Hello, Ginn," he said awkwardly, reaching an unsteady hand towards her.
Her eyes closed contently as she purred, nudging his hand with her head to show her pleasure.
"She likes you. Not that it's saying much, she likes everyone," Axel interrupted with a smile, but it wasn't a happy one. He set her down, facing the blond once more. "Well I didn't bring you in here to chat about my pets, c'mon."
With that, Roxas found himself sitting on a toilet seat, groaning between clenched teeth as Axel gingerly rubbed his bruises with a strange-smelling oil. "Ouch!" he growled when an extremely sensitive spot was reached.
Axel gave him a sly glance, which caused him to swallow in response. He didn't know why, but for some reason, it gave him chills. He wasn't sure if they were bad or not.
"I could be making you feel better while doing this," he said lightly, rubbing the area again. It appeared extra tender, which meant it was a spot susceptible of being teased. In a very, very sexual way, with the way he was thinking.
Roxas only responded with a growl, so Axel didn't pursue the subject. In a sense, he felt a rather odd feeling of being wanted. For the first time, he had offered his 'services' and they had been denied. That, to him, was love in itself.
When Roxas inhaled sharply for the fiftieth time however, he found himself impatient with the whole matter. He leaned up, brushing his lips over the spot tentatively before poking his tongue out, wholly licking the area. This time, the sharp inhale wasn't from pain, it was from surprised pleasure.
"Axel…." Roxas half-moaned, half-growled as his muscles tensed.
"I love it when people yell my name," the redhead replied huskily, moving to the next sensitive area, rubbing the ointment where his tongue had just barely left.
He continued to climb, although now the ointment was forgotten, and it seemed Roxas himself had failed to remember he hated this sort of thing and blamed Axel for it all, arching against the marble water tank. "Damn…" the blond breathed when white hot pleasure surged to his groin as the soft oral organ dipped against his naval into his belly button. A shaky breath later and he could barely remember his own name.
The redhead, aware of the arousal forming in the blonde's eyes, into the teen's very being, skipped along the chest, immediately attacking the soft pink nipple he found. A cry, and he was done with the second, moving to capture the lips that had been pleading him to stop.
Impressively, when he darted his experienced tongue out, Roxas accepted him. Heartened, he slid against the blond so that he straddled him and the toilet. Even more interesting, the blond tilted his head so that even more of his wet muscle could penetrate his lips, and when he pulled away, sitting up a little straighter, he could feel the hard-on from the other teen.
"I want you…" Axel whispered, cupping the pale cheek tenderly.
Roxas stared into his eyes, slowly returning to earth. Damn it all, why did he keep doing this? How did he always end up with an erection a mile long and even wanting this homosexual interaction?
He almost didn't care. He just didn't want to care. His world was already gone. His brother was gay. People thought he was gay. And with hell as his witness, he was freaking turned on.
"What are you going to do about it?" Roxas taunted.
Rising to the challenge, Axel attacked him again, this time so that they were on the smooth tile, feverishly lifting off the blonde's jacket and then his shirt, wanting to ravish the boy. Roxas tore at his clothes with his teeth, so that he was forced to pull them off as well, leaving both naked from the waist up.
Taking the initiative, Axel unzipped the other teen's pants carefully.
Then Roxas snapped.
"Stop!" he yelled without warning, struggling away from him. "Get away! Get away!"
Axel thought he wasn't being serious, until he saw the tears. They glistened over the pale cheeks like dew from a morning rain, and even as he thought this his heart wrenched. What had he done wrong?
"Why?" he asked softly, his vicious carnality abated, for the moment. "You acted like you wanted it."
"I don't….I….I don't…" Roxas cried, closing his eyes tightly. "Don't rape me…please."
This tore at Axel. He crawled over the towels that separated them, holding the boy. "How could you think so low of me?" It angered him that Roxas would think him to be so criminal, but at the same time he felt depressed from the reaction. "I'm not that kind of person."
"Please…" Roxas said in the same, helpless, pleading tone.
"I said I won't," Axel retorted, taking on a firmer perspective. "What happened that you're so afraid?"
"Nothing…" Roxas mumbled, slowly calming down.
"Liar."
"I…I just am afraid of gays. I-I had a friend. He was raped by someone he trusted."
Axel let that settle over him for a second before saying, "so that automatically means whenever you become close to a gay person they just want you for sex?"
Roxas didn't answer, his eyes on the wall.
After the long silence, Axel just didn't want to deal with this anymore. His feelings were trampled on, and he just knew that they weren't going to get anywhere, especially if one of them was refusing to talk. "I'll take you home," Axel said in a defeated tone, picking the boy up easily.
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Riku ran his fingers through his boyfriend's cinnamon locks tenderly, although his body was shaking with anger. "How could that bastard…" he said in a deathly tone. "He's your own brother!"
"I bruised him too…" Sora reminded him, rubbing the split in his lip. It hurt like mad when he licked it, so he kept himself from doing so, as hard as it was.
"So? He started the whole fight!" Riku grumbled, pulling Sora into an embrace. "I should've been there so you wouldn't have gotten hurt."
"Riku… please, I'm okay," Sora pouted, struggling to get from his vice-like grip.
"If you say so," Riku said, sounding as disbelieving as he felt. "But Sora, you should have bothered so much on my account for your brother. You wouldn't have wound up with a clipped chin."
Sora shook his head, crossing his arms defiantly. "I had to. I'm sick of walking in my twin's shadow. He dictates me, I want to be free."
"Big words from such a little person," Riku teased good-naturedly, earning a playful swipe. They were on their way back to Aerith. And he had something he wanted to discuss with his significant other.
Author: and cut! It's early early morning… gah. I need sleep. I hope you all enjoyed it!
p.s. anyone interested in being my beta reader?
Warning: Sex is being considered for the next chapter. Refrain from high-pitched sounds that would wake dogs, authoress would like sleep.
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