Author's Note: wow, it's been quite a while since i've been online. i've lost track of the days...the only reason that i know that today is the 9th (at least in asia XO) is that there was a concert on the 6th...there were millions of advertisements plastered throughout the streets and i was like...AH! FINALLY I HAVE A DATE! XDD -delirious-
i've discovered TONS of new anime shows to watch over here! that includes naruto...strangley. it's the first time that i've bothered to pay attention to the ninja in the orange outfit...bless his soul. XP
enough of that, now! keys and coconuts...there's a method behind the madness. -shot for using over used saying- remember pirate booty? i'm not talking about the white cheddar flavored cheese puffs...i'm talking about something...far away from junk food. it's still yummy though! ...i hope. XDDD;; enjoy...me harties? -not a pirate-
Chapter 6: Keys and Coconuts
Roxas' little world instantly fell right on top of him, sending a strange pressure on his spine that nearly paralyzed him. That was just it: he couldn't move, and it was killing him. Below him, Axel hadn't caught onto the bad thing in the situation. Why was Roxas acting like he'd just tripped on a corpse?
Not wasting anymore time, Roxas swung his legs back to one side until he was lying flat on his back. He shifted like a crab in the sand and sat up, kicking his feet away from him to move a few feet away from Axel's slowly awakening body. Head pulsing, he swallowed and stood with a swerving effort. His whole face had to be dripping in sweat.
"I didn't..."
"It's definitely too late for you to be touring the island," Axel interrupted in a rather collected voice.
Roxas was panting as he watched Axel stretch his legs out and sit below him, head turned toward the dark sea. Didn't he just see what happened?
"I was just..."
"I mean, over the course of these, what, three days, I assumed that you would've gotten the time to cover at least half of the land."
"But..."
"And look where you've ended up, right on my favorite patch of sand. Hoping to find yourself a reasonable pillow, Roxy?"
"Oy!" With that remark, Roxas forcefully grazed the tip of his boot against the sand and sent a cloud of it flying toward Axel's back. Why? For one thing, for getting caught, for another, Axel was interrupting like a stupid bastard, and lastly, for being called a poofy nickname like "Roxy". He hit on target, but his target happened to just sit there.
"You know, I really don't get you!" He glared daggers at the back of Axel's head with the heat of his hangover rushing over his face. Or, maybe it wasn't the rum that was making him blush so much. "Picking me! Only me to join your pathetic excuse for a crew! Making me do work that belongs to cabin boys! So, so, dragging...dragging me onto this island of yours and unchaining me must be a way to prove you're "sentimental"," he held up his hands and twitched his fingers in invisible quotation marks. "Who're you trying to pull?!"
Axel remained sitting, unresponsive.
"I bet you'll end up killing me, is that it? What kind of captain acts "nice" to those that're meant to suffer? What exactly is it that you want from me? Wha..."
Axel quietly scoffed after bringing his head up to face the sky. Shaking his head, he leaned further back until he was staring at Roxas upside down. "Or rather, what is it you want from me?"
Roxas' mind did a double take. "Huh?" he asked out loud. His muscles loosened and his fists unexpectedly dropped.
"I have to say...I'm having one helluva hard time pinpointing what you want. With that Leon character of yours, reading him was easier than reading fine print. Now with this Roxas I have..." Axel pushed up onto his hands and did a swift back flip, standing extremely tall over Roxas afterward. Roxas continued to stare at Axel's back, his head spinning.
His Roxas?
"I just don't know. So, why don't you just tell me? Saves me all the interrogating." Axel turned halfway around and stared at Roxas' feet, his eyes half closed and his lips half smiling. The darkness failed to strip him of that extra spark in his eyes, the spark that Roxas always lost to. It was hard to believe that he was feeling so romantic toward something he was so confused by.
"I don't understand you...I probably never will," Roxas muttered lamely, shaking his head and taking a step away.
"Listen, kid, there's really nothing to not get. I'm not here to kill you, you know. There's no sense in being so scared."
Roxas shivered. He quickly brought a hand to his other arm and gave himself a strong rub. That was the first time he was referred to, by Axel, as something other than "Roxas". Not only that, but he wasn't sure what to believe. Was Axel really meaning to help him? At first, Axel's qualified voice made it believable. He didn't want to feel anything toward the captain...it felt wrong.
Unsure of what to say next, Roxas tried to remember the harm that Axel had caused him, and spun around toward the darkness, breaking into a run.
He was too slurred to hear an echo of steps behind him.
Groaning in anger, Roxas brought his run to a slow jog by the time he heard the breeze through the palm leaves above him. At least he was in a closed off space. He didn't want to see Axel. Didn't want to talk to him, think about him...but it was harder than he thought. When he had stopped running completely, he pushed an arm against the nearest tree and held his head against it tiredly.
"I don't...mn..." he let out a sob and held his throat closed. Crying wouldn't solve anything. That was it...he'd lost everything. He didn't he know who he was anymore; therefore, he didn't have himself to hold. "S-sora," he whispered in a quivering voice. Suddenly, the island was freezing. Nothing was holding him.
At least, for a while, anyway.
When he nearly collapsed into sleep, Roxas felt his head being moved away from the tree and his body being supported by something warm. Abruptly, he moved his arms away from his body and reacted by clutching onto that thing desperately. While his body just began getting comfortable, his head, now facing forward, had already been pushed to the limit. He sighed brokenly just before he was pulled toward his source of warmth.
He was actually touching lips with Axel. They weren't near each other, they weren't grazing; they were really touching. Kissing.
Axel made the first move, pushing Roxas' head against the tree while flicking his tongue between Roxas' lips. He managed to lick them apart from each other and even coaxed Roxas out to meet him halfway. They brushed by each other only for a second before Axel dove right in, teasing Roxas by tracing the roof of his mouth.
Roxas' body twitched against Axel almost uncomfortably. In between shakes, he tightened his grip on both of Axel's shoulders. He was unsure of whether it would be out of his character to try being in control. Instead, he kept limp under Axel's unusual and random pin, whimpering only a bit after certain kisses that happened to be just as perfectly random.
Axel could taste booze everywhere in Roxas. Something about it roused him and even pushed him to slip his arms under Roxas' arms and lock them at his back. He pushed his chest against the boy to balance him until he was carrying Roxas' body beside him. He brought his arms down and held the bottom of Roxas' legs for support. Roxas didn't realize that he had stretched his own legs out and had suddenly grown in height with Axel actually under him.
He was sitting in Axel's arms.
With eyes peeking down at the two's change of position, Roxas slowed his tongue down only to have Axel playfully wrap his around it to speed up again. He groaned softly and squinted his eyes as if he was hurt. Axel's hands softly gripped onto the bottom of Roxas' thighs, groping him with withdrawn whimpers in return.
What was he...doing?
Roxas opened his mouth wider, letting out a loud, unplanned and pleasurable groan first before elbowing the tree trunk behind him. The leaves above gave a violent shake and dropped a dark, hard object. Axel immediately took notice and stopped, his lips pausing against Roxas' already stunned ones.
Ouch.
Roxas pulled his legs back to him and dropped his body back down to the earth. Axel just stood, motionless with his eyes still following Roxas' every move. The lone coconut that had fallen from the tree had bonked him square on the head...
...just like Roxas planned.
Smirking, out of all things to do during pain, Axel took amusement in Roxas near unconsciousness below him, his back slack against the tree for stability. The boy was panting so hard he feared he'd cough his lungs out.
"Pirate," he murmured in a velvety voice before completely blacking out. His body fell forward, nearly suffocating a helpless Roxas underneath. But Roxas was quick to notice and slipped away, ducking close to the ground. Still breathing at a painful rate, he took backwards steps while staring at Axel's unconscious body leaning against the tree trunk. Though his plan pulled through, he wasn't feeling all too proud in himself.
Unable to hold a heavy head any longer, Roxas stumbled backwards into another tree, slamming his back against it under the dizzying influence of alcohol and sudden-death-kissing. He groaned and let his legs give out on him, later dragging his back against the tree's surface just before falling unconscious himself.
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It took a simple hangover for Roxas to come to the realization of what he'd become last night. The instant the horrible headache hit him in the morning all these incredible sensations struck him hard in the chest. They hit so hard that he had to roll over on his side to get them to stop, but even then they persisted to bother him.
Roxas kept his eyes halfway open and tucked his hands under his head as a pillow against the rough tree base. He refused to look anywhere else, seeing as Axel was right ahead of him. He wasn't sure what he felt. Was he humiliated? Scared? Possibly dying for more? It was all very confusing.
He knew one thing, he'd been tricked. The rum had turned him into some crazed boy begging to find a stray bit of happiness out of his short term depression. Axel must've taken advantage of his drunken state to overtake him.
But...in all honesty...it had felt amazingly good.
Forcing himself on his back, Roxas began imagining in detail what it had been to lock lips with Axel. He'd never been kissed like that, let alone kissed at all. He never thought that having a warm tongue slide right beside his would be able to make his whole body tingle. Axel was even skilled at doing it. He had to move at double speed just to catch up to the captain's pace.
And what was with carrying him? Groping him, even? That was the reason why he'd stopped him. He feared that he'd reach far past a climax. Roxas fully admitted to liking Axel's vibe just a bit when he first saw him, but he never imagined that he'd actually get to crash with it.
"Disgusting," he grumbled to himself in utter denial. Taking those "disgusting" thoughts with him, he staggered to his feet and, trying his best to ignore Axel, who was asleep at the bottom of another tree, made way toward the sun drenched beach.
But, just as he stepped foot in the burning sunlight, Roxas got a thought, a stupid thought, but an amusing thought. Thinking that it would help ease his hangover, he spun back around, spotted the biggest coconut in the ground and took it in his hands. He cradled it close to him then pulled it back, taking quick aim at the spikes of red crouching in the dirt. Impressively, his aim was right on track and the coconut went flying, making a nice landing pad atop Axel's head.
"Ah!" Axel complained and instantly brought a hand on his head. Roxas crossed his arms and watched, uncaring, while Axel checked his fingers for blood and flopped over on his back, staring up at the leaves in the tree. "Damn tropics," he cursed.
"HEEEYYY!" Roxas called out.
Axel caught onto Roxas' voice and lost all interest in blaming Mother Nature. Instead, he sat up, hugged one of his legs close and squinted off in the bright sun at the blonde kid fuming in the sand. A smile crept up his lips when his eyes wandered along Roxas' body.
"Morning," he chirruped smugly, giving his head a light bounce.
Roxas snorted, grinding his boots in the ground. "You deserved it." Hoping that he'd ended the conversation, and all of their future ones, Roxas stamped his feet firmly apart and spun around toward the shore.
Bonk
"Ow!" Roxas' legs faltered, swinging him forward and back at the sudden impact below his neck. When he turned back around, his eyes wandered to the same coconut he'd thrown at Axel earlier. Though it hurt to do it, he glared up at where Axel had been only to see that there was no one there. "What the heck?" he asked blankly.
He shook his head, giving up on it, and decided on finding more useful things to do...like finding a way to escape from isolation. Trudging along the sand, he heard more footsteps padding along behind him. He froze, drew in a deep breath and slumped forward despairingly. The steps behind him went on, only stopping when they had reached his distance.
"You'll stay right there."
Roxas sighed and went along with it, holding his right arm weakly. He flicked his eyes to the left where they fell upon Axel yet again. He was standing, facing the ocean with a tranquil face on. Under his right arm he was cradling that coconut.
"I'm not about to let a member of my crew slip away from me, understood?" He raised a thin eyebrow and momentarily looked at Roxas unsympathetically.
Roxas nodded. He suddenly felt awful that Axel looked like he hadn't recalled anything. Could he have been drunk last night too?
Axel looked back to the sea and took the coconut in both of his hands, tossing it up once before holding onto it again. "I know how desperate you are for answers. If you weren't, you wouldn't have woken me up this morning, you know that?"
Confused, Roxas stared up at Axel with softening eyes.
"Of course you wouldn't have. There's no reason for you to want to capture my attention so much. Blocking a bullet back at your home, kicking sand at me and now tossing this bastard at my head must mean that you really beg for words. Unless..." Axel tossed the coconut back up, this time letting it land in front of him so he could prop a foot atop it. "Unless you just wanted to see me...That's all."
Roxas felt his ears burn up. He tried searching for the right thing to reply, but couldn't pop more out than a groan.
Axel went on, rolling the coconut in the sand. "There's a very good reason why I took you onto Blue a couple days ago; so good a reason that you should be grateful for it."
Roxas found himself turned fully toward Axel. For once, he was willing to listen.
"As to why we've been here for the past three days, it's because I've just been waiting for you."
"Why wait for me?"
Axel cupped his chin in thought and smiled finely as if deciding what was right to tell Roxas. He really couldn't spill too much. "Haven't you been paying attention? I'm not one who takes interest in torture. I brought you here as your place of freedom, whatever you wanna call it. And, by doing that, it wouldn't make sense to limit your free time to a day. So, you take all the days you want and we'll stay ashore until you decide to come back to sea."
"A catch?" Roxas asked skeptically.
"Catch?" Axel replied harmlessly. "No catch, Roxas. Well...with the exception of that you won't be able to return to land after this. That's why I give you all the time in the world to stay here."
"Why wouldn't I be able to come back? How can you prevent that?" Roxas' voice calmly shook and his head suddenly pulsed painfully.
"Tsk, tsk...I wish I could say, really. Maybe not here...perhaps another time, back at sea. You'll be sober then."
"What?" Roxas' face broke into several shades of red again, starting from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his neck. When did he find out that he'd been drunk? "I-I don't..."
"Now, since you know that much, you can also know that by staying here all you want, it'll take more than a sad face to get me to pin you like that again."
The simple "WHAT?" that slithered from Roxas' mouth was a good enough answer for Axel. What he'd mentioned was true, though. He was serious about falling head over heels for that broken face of Roxas' last night. And, right when he'd tasted the rum, he'd gotten so riled up that he could barely contain himself. He figured that it would take more for Roxas to push him further. He could get used to living on Blue.
That was...unless...
"I can't stay here."
...Unless Roxas preferred doing "run downs" on the ship.
"Hm?" Axel looked up from his feet and saw Roxas staring with a dejected face at the sand below.
"Even if you say it's free for me to be here, I'm still your property; I'm still under your watch. I don't want to be here."
Axel hm'd inquisitively. For once, Roxas had said something very smart.
"I want to go home. But I can't even do that. So it would be better for me to do what I was brought to do," the young teen paused shortly, biting down on his tongue nervously. "Just take me back," he mumbled and looked away regretfully.
As if it was part of his instinct, Roxas slowly lifted his wrists and held them in front of his chest. He awaited Axel to bind him with something. If they would be his uncomfortable cuffs, it wouldn't matter. He'd suffered enough.
Seeing that, Axel laughed halfheartedly. Using the tip of his boot, he kicked up behind the coconut and let it fly up toward his waiting hand. He gripped onto it and shook his head at the boy. "You won't need 'em. Just pick up your feet and hurry off to the ship."
Roxas had to admit, he was both excited and grateful that he was leaving. He wanted to thank Axel, but after last night, he couldn't even look at him straight. How did he expect to talk to him straight?
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Getting back to the ship was the easiest part of Roxas' whole time with the pirate crew, the reason being that he didn't have to be chained up on the way from the small row boats to the deck. It was Axel that ordered, seriously ordered all the members on the island to keep their hands off of Roxas. Luxord was to toss the old handcuffs on the beach and wasn't allowed to kick or threaten the boy.
Axel said that he'd take care of the "threatening".
"Get all the men to their stations and don't let me catch them slacking off, you hear me?"
"Yessir." After lightly bowing his head in Axel's direction, Luxord stormed off down the deck, shouting and barking at the crew members who nearly fell off the ship hearing him. Roxas peeked at it around Axel body with slight amusement, but later shot his head away when he noticed Axel looking down at him.
Axel cleared his throat and placed a single hand on his hip. For some crazy reason, he was still clinging onto that coconut that they'd been battling with. Roxas tried to ignore it. "You about ready to leave?"
Roxas kept his head down and his voice locked away. He still couldn't find it in him to talk to Axel anymore.
"That's the spirit!" Axel cheered, raising the coconut over Roxas' head and bonking him atop the head with it. Smirking at the twitch and growl from the boy, Axel gripped onto Roxas' shoulder and spun both of them around toward the stairs that led to the brig. Roxas' eyes stared in displeasure at them. Axel compared the look on his face with that of a puppy whimpering and tiptoeing away from a fire. Too cute.
"Take a good look at Blue, Roxas."
Roxas only peered at the large island for a second, not wanting much of a memory out of it. He wished that Axel didn't have to touch him so much...it was really making him shudder and complain.
But...last night...he wasn't really complaining. He wasn't all too positive about why he had to stop Axel in the first place. His body wasn't uncomfortable. His throbbing head, for once that night, ceased to hurt. He actually had Axel to thank for...
The sound of thudding footsteps down the stairs and the sudden adjustment of light make Roxas slip back to his current situation. He gasped and stared down the dark space, trying to catch any light at all. Axel saw that Roxas was getting iffy about heading back to a cage so he wrapped a skinny arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer to his waist. At once, to Roxas' own surprise, he felt secure.
Their footsteps stopped when they turned to the left and stopped before the same tight, rusty old jail cell that Roxas had to call home. Face rather straight, Axel opened the squeaky door and carefully pushed Roxas inside. Roxas didn't put up a fight, but his mind was telling him to. In all honesty, he didn't want to hurt Axel at all. He ventured to the darkest corner in the cell and pressed his back against it, just waiting to hear Axel lock him up good and tight for all eternity...
...but it never happened.
"I'll call you when I need you, yeah?" Axel simply said while shutting the door behind him. Just before he did, he reached his arm back and tossed the heavy coconut into the cell with Roxas. "Thought you'd need some company," he chuckled and slipped back into the dark.
Utterly confused, Roxas stared at the thing on the floor and shook his head. "You're crazy." He crossed his arms and shut his eyes. The hangover wasn't planning to leave, along with the constant thoughts of kissing Axel. He'd really done that...what would Sora think?
"I kissed him, kissed...ah..." Groaning, he uselessly slid onto the floor and buried his head in his knees. What was he thinking? Pirates-can't-love. No one can truly love a pirate. It's not how nature works...
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Hey, Roxas.
Hm?
Take a look at that girl over there. She's been ogling you forever!
What? Where?
There! The one with the really blonde hair!
Yeah? Well, what about that girl next to her? She looks obsessed with you...
What? No she doesn't!
Get over yourself. She likes you.
You know, there's no sense in denying that we've both got people infatuated with us.
Maybe you should go talk to her, if you think she's so infatuated with you.
I'm not going over there by myself...you've gotta tell your girl too!
My girl? You're crazy.
Know what? This'll never work...love obviously stinks with us. It's better to stay away from 'em.
Ok...but you'll never know what she's thinking about you.
But, I...
Just talk to her. It's not that hard.
Fine...
And, just like that, Roxas lost Sora all over again. Over the past days he'd been a pirate, dreams were becoming more and more irritating to have. He wished that they could've been drowned at sea, abandoned on that island. When he began stirring, he started wishing that he had rum to help him forget all the pain in dreaming.
Sighing weakly against his skin, Roxas peered up from his knees and blinked around at the darkness hugging around him. The only light in the room came from a dim candle hanging on the wall beside his cell. All around him the wooden walls were moaning and creaking as the ship swayed and tipped over the waves. At least his hangover had subsided or he'd be really sick.
Just before hiding his face again, Roxas' eyes locked onto something rolling around ahead of him, left and right then back again. He felt adrenaline pulsing under his skin and kicked his body away.
"Rat, rat, rat," he repeated over and over, just staring with horror at the shadow of the object. But, when it rolled close enough to the candlelight by the cell door, he let out a puff of relief at the ferocious coconut entertaining itself on the floor.
He rolled his eyes and shook his bangs from his cobalt eyes. "Silly thing," he mumbled as he watched it follow the rhythm of the ship. Nearly a minute into watching it, the ship suddenly gave a lurch forward which sent Roxas and the coconut rolling in the same direction. Roxas pushed up from his stomach and rubbed the back of his neck. When he heard the coconut shell rolling across the floor at a fast pace he looked up at just the right time to see it bang hard against the cell door, sending it flying open.
That's right...Axel hadn't locked it.
Hesitantly, he gazed out the door, wondering if maybe he'd been having another dream. If he'd really been dreaming, then he took back all he said about them being irritating. At first, he didn't want anything to do with the sudden window of freedom. What would he do once he got out? Patch the holes in the masts like he was supposed to?
Still...it was a golden opportunity.
With that thought to stick with, Roxas got to his feet, swayed with the ship and broke into a quick sprint to and out the door. To avoid suspicion, he shut it behind him before turning right toward the stairs. He shot up the stairs like a bullet, leaving his savior coconut to roll away in the shadows.
Now...to find the stock of rum.
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After several failed attempts at finding a secret door, Roxas near gave up on finding his precious booze. Of course, he thought it was stupid to be scowering for something he didn't really need.
He paused in the middle of the deck under the bright watch of the moon over his head. With both arms crossed over his chest, he tapped his foot a little against the floor and thought good and hard.
"If I were rum..." he trailed off and sighed deeply. "I shouldn't be doing this." He took a slow step back toward the brig stairs then immediately took it back. He was enjoying being the only one on deck...on a very quiet deck that appeared clean for once under the silver moonlight. He'd enjoy it more if he had rum...
"Oh, enough with the rum," he hissed to himself, feeling like someone was pinning unwanted thoughts on him; writing his life story. But, even as he was desperate to not want it anymore, Roxas still wanted to take one last shot. It would be risky...dangerous...he knew this for sure.
Eyes gazing around him, he stopped toward the front of the ship, in the middle where a large door sat, almost begging him to open it. He knew that that wasn't the rum door, but he knew where it led instead. Being so desperate, he cleared his throat, straightened up his figure and walked over to the door.
Out of all the people on board, the captain would certainly know where the rum would be.
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It took grueling hours for Roxas to build up enough confidence and courage to even lay a hand on the dusty and scratched hanging doorknob ahead of him. It took even longer for him to push on it and open it enough without letting too much creaking escape from the doors hinges. If he woke up the captain, he was sure that he'd get in trouble for sneaking around...then what was he doing waking him up to ask where the rum was?
Feeling stupid, Roxas held the door open and, biting his lip, slipped a foot inside the dim room. With that leg in, he sucked his breath in and inched the other inside over the course of at least five whole minutes. When he was sure that all of him was inside, he laid a hand softly on the door and shut it with ease.
It was amazingly cold in the room with the smell of mothballs hovering through the air. Roxas wondered if it was possible that he could lose himself in the darkness he was in. For all he knew, Axel could have been wide awake; waiting to tackle him the minute he stepped further into the room.
Pushing the thought to the back of his head, Roxas concentrated on the task at hand and began shuffling his feet forward in between stifled breaths. Every second he looked around him for a body coming his way. He kept his lips parted and face drawn to the floor ahead of him in complete concentration. The whole way, he tried picturing the layout of the room around him, trying to remember exactly where Axel's bed was placed.
Then it hit him...he was looking for Axel's bed.
Feeling even stupider, Roxas paused what he was doing just before he made a turn to the left. He touched the top of his forehead with two fingers and unbelievingly shook his head.
"This is pathetic," he breathed. Right when he said it, he bit down on his tongue until he felt it go numb. Stay quiet. Stay still.
He let paranoia pass him by only once after that incident. How could Axel have heard him when he used a mouse voice? He took in another breath and continued inching further and further into the unfamiliar space. His feet tapped at the floor nervously, thinking that he'd...
Found it.
Before stumbling over himself, Roxas raised his feet and swiftly climbed up the couple of short stairs ahead of him. He'd tripped on the first one but managed to regain himself with only a bit of noise. This was it, he'd found the bed. Now all that was left to do was...actually wake up Axel...
...this would take ages.
How? Shake his shoulders? Talk to him? He'd wished he'd brought the coconut to try whacking him instead.
Without thinking, Roxas lightly grazed his fingers against the bedding, feeling gentle curves in it that followed the perfect curves of a body. His eyes lowered and his breathing immediately calmed. He pressed down a bit harder until he could even feel the body underneath. It was warm, smooth and it was moving slowly as it breathed. Roxas felt he'd connected with that body already.
Bringing his hand back, he moved to the middle of the bed and sat, hearing the cushions creak when he weighed down on it. But even as he kept perfectly still, he noticed that it continued to move and push down...he couldn't figure out if this was bad or not.
"Uhm..." he ineffectually whispered along with a gasp as the sheets shifted below him. Suddenly, his body moved back when the bed rocked toward him in a violent manner. All at once, something lunged at him, sitting up to meet with him halfway across the bed. He could feel the heat being exchanged between the two after each extended breath. Oddly, he found it comforting and it even doubled the rush of excitement that had been pressed on his chest.
A hand had been pressed against the side of his neck in a defensive position and another had smacked against the wall to keep balance. Looking up through shaking eyes, Roxas caught onto the sharp green piercing right in his face. Just like that, he lost his ability to talk again.
Feeling that familiar breathing against his hot skin, Axel knew right away who had cut him short of sleep. He completely forgot he was attacking anyone and, teasingly, he gradually lowered himself back against the bed. Just as he expected, Roxas followed him down like he was being hypnotized. Smiling cunningly, Axel kept himself up on both elbows and stared forward at where he knew Roxas' face was only a nudge away from his.
"I thought I told you I'd call you when I'd need you," he whispered charmingly. Both of their mouths were half way open beside the other. Their eyes were staring at the other's face, literally devouring it.
"To be honest, I was just gonna ask where the rum was," Roxas whispered back, haughtily, though there was no meaning behind it. He had no idea how close he was.
"Honesty," Axel hissed seductively, "don't hear that very often..." He carefully flicked his tongue out, touching Roxas' upper lip as a snake would to a mouse.
Roxas' head shook and his eyes dilated so widely that he instantly gained his night vision. "I don't think that...answered my question at all," he said in slight shock.
"Just like you won't hear much of this either, ey?" Axel lowered his voice, clearly ignoring Roxas' words, and drearily whispered something extremely secretively.
"Parley..."
...that had to be the most perfect thing that Roxas heard in all his life...
And that was being honest.
haha, i tried envisioning my favorite pyromaniac playing with a coconut...-dances- omg, it's so awesome!
i love having random fantasy images float through my head. the next chapter's images...just might give me a concussion. a happy concussion! -faints of bloodloss-
i wish that i could squeeze in time to draw fanart for my writing. -whines- i mean, my deviantart gallery is currently a dark hole...without axel and roxas being trapped in it. XO i've been doodling lots, sure! and even been completing new work! but...me scanner is MILES away from me...i suddenly want to hide in a plane and have it drop me home. XDD better than disneyland rides, for sure. whee!
what else...oh, yes. please forgive my axel and roxas in this story. gah, roxas is being a little poof and axel...please don't think he's a sex pistol. it scares me!
i hope that i won't be stripped of the internet for long...if i am, let the countdown of 2 weeks until i go home begin. -sits in corner-
did i spell "parley" right? XO
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