Author's Note: .-. upside down...yet again.
i had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and that's one of the reasons why it took such a long while to update! i worked hard on it, and while i wrote it, i had a lot of emotions running 28438743811818393939 MPH in my blood stream... XD. yeah. that's...where the emotions run wild, i swear. but seriously, that's my reason this time. at least i'm not...dead? hooray? ...i really did miss you all!
i've recently returned from a school retreat, and now that i'm back to write, i feel rejuvenated and totally ready to attack any writer's block thrown at me. COME ON, HIT ME! ...don't hit it, please. xO well, what are you waiting for? axel's been waiting much too long for this chapter. i'm pretty sure that roxas is in for some nice-- -TV STATIC-
Chapter 13: Wishing Star
"Hey. If you don't get your ass off the ground, we'll never get off this damn island. Hey, are you listening? Hey!"
"Mmm...You're so loud," Axel grumbled, bringing a limp hand to his forehead. His skin felt warm and wet with sweat, and judging by the warmth of the sand under him, the sun was out and the time was around noon. Pirate instinct. With a loud whine, he cracked open his eyes and peeked through the gaps in his fingers at the blue, cloudless sky overhead. Sure, the sight was a beauty, but the heat and the sound of Roxas nagging like a bitch at him eliminated the sensation all together.
"Oh, shut up will you, kid?" he grumbled again toward the sky. He heard a loud "hmph" from behind him and didn't get the chance to reply since he felt a wad of sand land smack dap in the middle of his face. "HEY!" Immediately he forced his spine to straighten and once he was sitting properly on the shore he brought both hands to his face where he began to brush off the mess. Something wasn't quite right with Roxas today.
Roxas wasn't in the mood for slacking. As he crossed his arms over his bandages, he glared sharply at the captain's back and impatiently tapped his foot on the sand. He didn't particularly like waiting, or procrastinating for that matter. When people didn't get work done, he wanted nothing more than to see them suffer for their mistake. Hm. And Axel said that they'd need to work diligently...
"You're oversleeping," he hissed, turning his head away. "We can't waste time lounging around. Do you want your ship back, or not?"
"Obviously I...do..."
"Then put your ass in gear and help me!"
"Oy, calm your waters, Roxas. You won't get anywhere with that temper. Stresses people out, you know."
The blonde scoffed and went back to dragging a piece of driftwood he'd picked up earlier that morning to a little pile he'd created under the shade of two large palm trees. Axel scratched the back of his head and he had to admit that he was impressed by the kid's productivity. While the pile was small, Axel judged that it contained enough large pieces of wood to build up half of a raft, if not the mast at best. He chuckled in spite of himself and eventually got up on his feet, sweat dripping from his brows from the sweltering rays of the sun.
"If there's one thing I hate about islands it's the exposure to sunlight. Xigbar's a cruel one to have left us by this tiny island with little shade. Don't you think so?" he asked Roxas, though he didn't turn toward him when he did. Roxas merely ignored the question and once he'd reached the wood pile, tossed the piece right on top of the others with a strong heave. Despite his wounds, he carried on his work.
Well, he had to. For the sake of survival and all. To think, some months ago he was just a simple blacksmith amateur with nothing to look forward to in his day but hours sitting on a rickety fence and nights where he didn't have to stand guard over the shop. Now he was here: stranded in the middle of god-knows-where with his life in total jeopardy. Really, while it was frightening, it was also an amazing thrill.
Under the shade of the palm trees, Roxas wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and stared down at the pile, totaling up the pieces of wood he'd collected. About eight large pieces so far. Three of them were flat pieces of driftwood and the remaining five were old partial trunks of trees which had fallen over before. His head started to throb when he began to map out the design of this raft...
"Ugh..."
Axel's eyebrows rose at the boy's sudden groan. "Hm? Overworked yourself, have you?"
Roxas shook his head vigorously. "Never mind me. Look, when you want to find yourself useful, fashion some rope or topple some trees down."
Clearly Roxas had really forgotten about authority to be addressing Axel in such a crude way. "And what do you know about raft building?" Axel asked curiously to which Roxas exhaled loudly to release his frustration. What was with all the questions lately?
"It doesn't matter how I know or what I know. All that matters right now is leaving. That should be enough for you." And with that, Roxas pulled wet strands of hair out of his face and trudged off to his left in search of more supplies. You would've thought him to be a gopher of some sort the way he was acting. Roxas's actions...one thing that kept Axel completely thoroughly entertained. For some reason, it was always a beauty to see Blondie walk off with his back turned—occasionally he had a fist clenched or a cuss escaped his lips.
As he watched Roxas' feet sink into the hot sand, Axel ran a hand through his hair and with the other reached down for a side pocket on his left pant leg. He slowly unfastened a button from the pocket and slipped his long fingers inside to retrieve a small, square green bottle. Turning his ear toward the object, he brought it to his cheek and shook it to listen to the contents swashing around inside.
What a beautiful sound—the sound of a little yet perfectly full bottle of rum. Upon hearing it, a thin smirk appeared on the captain's face. He quickly lifted the bottle up so that it was covering Roxas's tiny figure in the distance and gestured toward it as if giving a toast.
"Now it's enough for me."
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Lucky for Roxas there was a small jungle on the island with just enough dangling vines to use as rope. As he began to yank them down from the branches, he grumbled out loud to himself, picturing Axel doing nothing but staring out at the ocean waiting for things to get done on their own. Ugh. What a spoiled brat. A sharp, cold wind slapped at Roxas's back when he thought it and his whole body shivered with fear. But what did he have to be so afraid of?
Maybe...he didn't want to get off this place so soon. If Axel really was planning on finding his crew at once, then the odds of Roxas surviving on that ship seemed pretty slim. He was worried that the sight of his face would make Xigbar go berserk. Or worse, what if by the time the two of them found the crew they were off tormenting another town? What if it was a town he knew? What if it was his town? Would there be a point in leaving this place just to end up back in hell?
The blonde's eyes turned down for a second while he was in the middle of wrapping a third vine around his hands, and suddenly, despite the heat and despite his totally anger and frustration, he was lost. What the hell was he doing here? If he wanted, he could've found his own way out of this place; could've sailed on without Axel there to bombard him with meaningless questions. No, no, focus, Roxas.
If he really had to, he'd go back on that ship. And if he really, really had to, there he'd stay.
Where was he going to spend the rest of his life now? This island? Axel's ship? Home?
Another harsh wind whipped at Roxas's back and immediately he snapped back into reality to realize that his eyes were starting to weigh down with tears. No matter what he tried, no matter how many times his body begged him to cry even for a second, Roxas just felt like he didn't have the capacity to show weakness.
Because his heart hurt so much, the rest of his body fell numb. He couldn't feel his legs, he couldn't feel his arms and soon gravity took over. He collapsed in a messy heap in the sand, and absently stared down at his open palms—they were scratched and his wrists were still bruised from the multiple times he'd had them bound together in tight chains or rope. It seemed that no matter where he went, he was still a bird in a cage. His sparkling blue eyes suddenly became very empty and he narrowed them as his thoughts began to cloud his mind.
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See that one star? The one over there?
Hm? Oh yeah, I saw it. It was falling right outta the sky.
Yeah...they say that once you see one, you have to stop what ever you're doing and make a wish. A good one, too. And you can't tell anyone 'bout it otherwise it'll never come true.
How many times have you wished, Sora?
...Mm. I've lost count.
Did all of 'em come true?
Well...no. I made a crazy one when we were smaller...and I wished for mom and dad to come back.
O-oh.
...I guess there are some wishes that'll come true, and others that won't. I always thought that maybe I wasn't wishing hard enough.
Hm. So what'll you wish for this time?
You know I can't tell ya that. Not unless it came true first. Do you believe in falling star wishes, Rox?
I...guess.
Then go 'head and make a wish! You wait too long and the star won't hear it!
Yeah. Ok.
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It'd been six years since Roxas saw a falling star. And even at that time, the wish he'd made never came true. In his lifetime, he'd only see two falling stars, and wished on one. Maybe it was stupid of him to waste a wish on the second by asking that he get to see another one soon. But he was a kid at the time, so he didn't know how to think his wishes through. Boy, he could really use a wishing star right about now.
Thinking about it, Roxas briefly peered up at the sky, now pitch black and speckled with yellow and white diamonds. He'd never seen a sky as clear as this one, and already his body felt like melting when he set his eyes on it. Yeah...it was pretty, but just as he expected there were no falling stars to be seen. Somehow, that sight just made the pretty sky seem so empty. With a sigh, he plopped his head back down atop his folded arms and stared out at the dark horizon on the sea.
The air was thick with the smell of salt, hot sand and palm trees and the temperature had dramatically plunged. Still, Roxas could tolerate the cold, even by himself. He'd been virtually alone on Blue for three days, hadn't he? Then he was perfectly capable of surviving tonight...But he even doubted that statement. What, was he now becoming depressed?
"Ugh, Roxas, what's gotten into you?" he asked himself, burying his lips into his arms as he did. A nice warm breeze passed through and paid him a little visit, gently touching his cold face and wounded body as if to reassure him that there was goodness up ahead. He welcomed the feeling for a while...and waited, waited for the night to end. Then he'd be able to see the horizon, and maybe a bit of land. Like the old stories...
Funny. Suddenly he believed fairly tale stories that he used to hate.
He scoffed harshly into his skin and nibbled impatiently on his lower lip. Maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to stay up and watch that sunrise again...Stay up all night and wait for something good to come.
"Eerie, isn't it?"
"Hm?" Roxas hardly addressed the voice and only moved his head a little to the left to see Axel walking up to him from the side. His eyes remained still as the redhead clumsily folded his legs into crisscross position and landed on his butt with a loud thump. Roxas felt the sand shift when Axel tried to get more comfortable, and he once again scoffed, thinking that it was a stupid thing to think that one could get cozy in the sand.
"What a night," Axel said, his voice a tad husky and the slightest bit slurred.
"Mm," was all Roxas could reply to that. In reality he meant: "Yes, it's gorgeous, and where the hell have you been? I've been waiting for you to come along." He never said it, though. He never said it...
Axel pulled a leg up to his chest and hugged it to his body while supporting the weight on his right hand. Chuckling to himself, he swirled the contents of his bottle around and around, flicking his wrist this way and that happily as he listened to the sloshing. Mm, even half empty it still made a beautiful sound. And even half empty and after being dumped in the ocean, the stuff tasted bloody good. With one last twirl of his wrist, Axel brought the small bottle to his pink lips and swallowed down half of the half. Roxas became distracted by the noise and with lightly furrowed eyebrows he eyed his companion.
"So you've gone and gotten yourself drunk, huh?"
"Hmhm, oh no, Roxas. It'll take much more than two bottles of this...tiny, tiny bottle of rum to get me drunk. But I can feel her fire workin', trust me on that." Axel winked at the boy and began tracing the opening of the bottle with the tip of his tongue, lapping up stray droplets of his precious booze that might have escaped his lips.
The boy turned away from the sight in disgust and once again hid his lips in his arms. "What is it with pirates and drinking?"
"More like mankind," Axel shot back defiantly. "We merely drink to express our happiness...and most other times our sadness so we can go back to expressing our happiness. Hmph. It's a little pick-me-up on a dark and gloomy day." He turned his head to face Roxas and suddenly his eyes lowered when he saw how—oh, what was the word—broken he appeared. Yes, that was it. Roxas looked broken. Like a little child, Axel leaned his face in closer to Roxas's and eyed the dark look in his eyes.
Carefully, Axel used his free hand to brush the bangs out of Roxas's eyes so that he could better see them. Roxas protested by shrugging his shoulders and instantly he turned his head so that his left cheek was resting atop his knees and he was no longer able to see Axel's face.
"What're you thinking?" the redhead asked as if Roxas were still facing him.
"...It was a perfect day today," the boy replied, apathetically, lifelessly.
"That's what you're thinking about?"
"Why would you need a pick-me-up if the day wasn't even remotely gloomy?"
"Oh, it wasn't the weather. Simply felt in need of a drink, that's all."
Roxas scoffed to the darkness and shut his eyes. Suddenly they felt very dry and tired. He wanted to sleep, but at the same time he didn't feel tired. Maybe it was anxiety. Maybe it was depression. He had thoughts about death and betrayal, thoughts about love and embracing circling in his little mind. Growing up hurts. Sora was right.
Sora. Sora, Sora, Sora.
"You look like you could use some yourself," Axel suddenly whispered, raising the bottle to eye level so that it came in front of the moon. He peered at the rum inside with keen interest, angling his head so that the light of the moon appeared to stain the precious liquid with silver, transforming it into some sort of magic elixir. He'd grown to love this stuff over the course of the five years he'd been a pirate, mostly because of how it changed him. It was like...cold, freezing power rushed through his veins each time he took a sip. His body would loosen, his eyes would feel heavy, and all the burdens of the world would lighten. Axel always felt like he could control anything, everything, anyone and everyone. But even after the little vixen inside him would tease and pleasure him, make him feel like he could accomplish anything, he'd never felt truly pleased with himself. If anything, he felt a bit shameful.
Frowning a bit, he lowered the bottle back to his lap and looked back to Roxas, only to realize that the boy...was looking right at him—the reflection of the moon over the water casting a wonderfully bright spark in his eyes. He wasn't blinking and one might've thought he'd been frozen in place like an angelic statue, the kind he'd grown accustomed to seeing by all the useless churches and fountains...
Or maybe he was like a porcelain doll—the kind with the gleaming glass eyes and tiny black eyelashes so apparent against its pale white skin. He stole these dolls from the girls when they weren't looking, and broke them because they were such fragile, useless things. Was Roxas just as fragile a doll? Was he just as useless?
"...Hello," the redhead chirruped thoughtfully to which Roxas sighed.
"Drink," Roxas started quietly, "I don't mind it."
There was a long pause after that. Axel continued to stare at Roxas at the corner of his eye, not sure if Roxas was really looking at him or somewhere out there in the abyss of things. He soon shrugged to himself and in one swift move drained what remained of the rum inside the bottle. Well, if Roxas didn't mind it...
The blonde's eyes wandered as the captain first looked over the bottle in his hand and then tossed it out to the water before shoving his hand in his other side pocket. Roxas noticed the captain's face cringe when his wounded wrist brushed against the material of his clothes. He seemed to endure, and no matter what pain he'd just gone through, Axel went on drinking another bottle of rum he'd pulled out of his pocket.
"Mm...look up there."
Roxas turned to his companion when he heard him mumble something and saw that Axel was pointing the tip of the bottle up toward the sky. He followed the direction it was pointing in with his eyes, hoping to see something spectacular, but all he saw were the same stars that had been here each night.
He shrugged. "Stars."
Nothing special ever happened with stars anymore.
"Stars..." he repeated sadly to which Axel put his drink down. But he didn't speak. He merely stared more into the boy's face, and Roxas tried so very hard to ignore him. His cheeks began to tingle once he finally gathered up his courage and locked eyes with Axel at an extremely slow pace.
"...What about the stars?"
Axel leaned back onto his arms and didn't break the gaze he and Roxas held when he replied. "They're all the same, but you never see the same ones every night. One might be dead tomorrow, two, three...a couple new ones might show up, but you'll never know. We're all too small to know big answers like that."
"Hmph. How quaint."
"Isn't it?" The captain narrowed his eyes until he looked about ready to fall asleep.
Roxas grunted a bit in disbelief. "This coming from you, the all powerful Axel, hm? Am I hearing that right? Are you actually admitting that you're small?" The ghost of a smirk etched his face when he asked the questions.
Axel caught that tiny smile and half chuckled to himself. The way Roxas's face would just...glow when he'd smile, even in the most devious of ways, made him charming. Why, why, why could he feel affected by that sight? Why did he always feel so loose and fine when he was around Roxas?
"Roxas," Axel said quietly, barely moving. Roxas blinked and waited.
"Yeah?"
"...I'm going to kiss you."
...What?
"What?" the blonde repeated what his brain nearly shouted, but even though he was utterly shocked and almost taken aback by the statement, his body was slow to react and simply remained calm and composed. He brought his head up from his knees and, still staring at the redhead, parted his lips in question. His toes curled in his shoes and his fingers unconsciously gripped onto his elbows.
All these Axel saw and liked. Very much.
Without responding to Roxas's question, he shifted his position on the sand so that his right hip was pressed into the ground and he was leaning in toward the boy's body, invading his space. Roxas slowly moved his head back when Axel's came closer to him and his breathing suddenly became very shallow. He threw his arms out behind him to support his weight and stared almost cross eyed at Axel's face in bewilderment.
But that surprise hadn't lasted long. No. Suddenly Roxas found that his eyes narrowed and softened, his fingers relaxed and his lips began to quiver anxiously. All these...Axel saw. And liked. Very much.
"I thought you liked the element of surprise."
Axel hadn't smiled or even laughed at that, mostly because he wanted to keep his concentration. While Roxas's eyes wandered from Axel's face to his neck to where ever else, Axel's kept glued to the boy's eyes—his porcelain, angel-like eyes. Now his face had drawn closer and closer to the point where Roxas couldn't lean any farther backward. Any more and he'd be either against a tree trunk or on the ground.
"...I-I..."
"Why do I do this?" Axel asked as if repeating a stammered question Roxas had just asked. "I told you...I want to know what you want."
"But...why? You already know what I want. I want to go back...to Sora."
"Hm. That's simple, really. You remember the man you met, the one that came in the fog, yes?"
Roxas nodded once, steadying his breath.
"He gave me two things before he abandoned me."
"...I'd been meaning t' ask what happened to them."
"Ah," the redhead drawled which sent shivers up Roxas' arms. "So you know about them. Then, what were they?"
"T-The...key. Your sword."
With those words spoken, Axel smiled for a second and pressed his lips against Roxas's left earlobe. "Good boy. That key you saw..." Using one hand, Axel took one of Roxas's into his own and guided his fingertips up to his collarbone. "The one that sat right here...She gave me the ability to find those desires within people. You see, he's testing me now; trying to make me find out your desires without that key."
Roxas listened with undivided attention to Axel's strangely sultry voice. He swallowed and twitched his fingers as they remained on the captain's collarbone. Why hadn't he taken his hand back?
"Secretly, he's afraid of you, Roxas. Because he knows that you can free me. But he'll do anything to make it that much harder. I can see around that trick."
It seemed that Axel was about to kiss the boy before Roxas hurriedly asked another question. "And the sword, what about that one?" He felt a chuckle vibrate in Axel's chest since his fingers had still been there and, startled, he withdrew his hand, leaving his fingertips feeling cold.
"...He's prevented me from killing you."
"O-oh." What a pleasant thought. Well, Roxas really did feel a tad taken aback by that statement—Axel had said it so lucidly that the word "kill" didn't seem like such a bad one. He thought back to the time when he and Axel were stuck together, prisoners together in a stone cold and dark jail cell. He thought about the tension that rose in the air and how desperately he'd wanted to break it. And even when he found himself pinned like a butterfly by Axel's hand, waiting for death and loss of air, Roxas never died. In the fire, before that man in the fog, Axel had kept Roxas away...from death.
His thoughts were abruptly yanked out of his head, like fabric yanked out from underneath his feet, and with bated breath he gasped with his head tilted up to the star speckled sky. Something had touched him. Something had touched him there. It was oh-so slow, and very gentle, and yet there was just enough pressure in the touch that caused Roxas to make such a vulnerable sound. Axel, as soon as Roxas lowered his head back down, pressed his forehead against his companions and proceeded to massage his fingers against the stiffening muscles of Roxas's lower stomach.
"You said you were gonna ki—"
The redhead cut the boy off immediately, earning a surprised gasp in response, and didn't hesitate to slip his tongue into Roxas's mouth and taste him. Hm. Surprise. Was that the surprise you'd been waiting for, longing for? With each deep kiss, Axel kept his fingers at work, first above the waist then slowly, ever-slowly down until he could feel the cold metal of a button on his fingertips. Both of their bodies shook—though Roxas's shook tremendously—and Axel only took that reaction as a sign to move on, move on, go.
"A-Ah..." Roxas puffed, trying his best to close up his throat and make those retched sounds go away. He wanted to shut up. He wanted to slap this man and make him bleed...
But then the touching became harder, and the movements of Axel's fingers moved like waves on Roxas's muscles. He pushed into the boy's skin, making the muscles loosen and shake with each passing second. The blonde, desperate for either contact or distraction, took his right hand and gripped onto the wrist of the hand which Axel was using to grope him. But he was the one who was utterly distracted, not Axel. Roxas couldn't multitask very well, and here he was kissing and trying to hold the captain back at the same time.
Both felt so...good.
He let another tiny sound escape against Axel's wet tongue and soon he was panting and cringing from the pain or pleasure erupting inside his stomach. He could feel Axel's hip grinding against his and pretty soon he could feel Axel rubbing his cock against his leg in time with his strokes against Roxas's. Suddenly, the blonde's body was flooded with emotions.
No, no, don't say a word, Roxas. Don't make a sound, don't even think to breathe. Just hold your breath and ignore the feeling...
But how could he? The heat was unsurpassable, the sounds that their tongues and lips made against each other was thrilling, and worst of all, the flame that once tickled his insides when he'd laid eyes on Axel was starting to burn him and set his whole body...aflame. Roxas's fingers coiled desperately around Axel's wrist, but rather than pushing them away as he originally intended, he slowly controlled the rhythm which the redhead followed and forced his hand to add pressure when he wanted. Soon his hips bucked, his legs twitched and he found himself in total synch with this pirate...
Roxas, however, didn't want to admit that he was enjoying the foreplay, and remained as quiet as he could, only keeping his tongue in Axel's mouth to keep himself from yelling out something disgusting. But, as if to read the boy's mind, Axel's tongue froze and he momentarily tapped the tips of their tongues together before completely slipping out of Roxas's mouth. He smiled devilishly when he saw the boy open his eyes in shock and his tongue twitch slightly as if he were missing the sensation of a kiss. Hm. Kissing. Amazing what a kiss can do.
Chuckling, he tested these newfound sensations running through his body and proceeded to rub Roxas in the best way he could. Strangely enough, as the seconds ticked by, he hadn't received a response. Ch, what a stubborn little kid. Lowering his eyes, Axel gradually travelled his fingers upward and away from Roxas's groin just to make him assume that he was stopping, but once he passed the boy's button he slyly slipped his long, slender fingers down his pants and went on to fondle around between the mess of fabrics. Roxas...then let out another sound.
"Ah..!" He exhaled on that one so roughly that when his breath brushed against Axel's skin, goosebumps formed. The little exclamation was high pitched yet quiet and sultry. He grinned and worked his fingers in the fabric...until he slipped under that and finally touched Roxas's cock as he wanted. After Roxas violently twitched and sharply scratched Axel's wrist, Axel leaned in close and tried his best to whisper words with a collective voice, just as he had done before to get Roxas to calm down.
"...Is that what you want?"
Roxas had his eyes shut and his mouth partially open to the touch, so he was clearly too lost in these waves of pleasure to realize that Axel had spoken. Still, the captain teased him gently.
"Like this?" As he asked it, he gently dragged the very tip of his fingernail along the underside of Roxas's shaft, earning whiny trills and a rapid heart rate against his chest. Hm, was that what Roxas wanted? He decided to experiment. All his fingers copied the example of the first, never adding full pressure to Roxas, simply teasing the sensitive, pulsing skin so as to force the boy to beg. When no sound escaped his wet lips, Axel took his thumb and rubbed the head in very slow strokes.
"And that?" No response. But Roxas's body was already on edge. Axel knew this. He knew that his little Roxas was going to break in two if he didn't succumb to these touches. Soon, a heated debate and argument grew between the two of them—without words, without punches or insults. No, no, Axel always won at this sort of game. Roxas had to fall this time. Call it payback for what happened last time...
Roxas managed to turn his head to the side and open his eyes a crack so as to avoid looking at what Axel was doing to his body. But not looking wouldn't make the sensation go away, nor would it make Axel stop, only persist. He bit his lower lip and with tears clouding his eyes he shamefully moved with Axel's thumb by raising his hips. He felt Axel press hard against the slit and his fingers clawed at the captain's collarbone for support. Roxas hadn't realized that he had leaned in so close to Axel and was now holding onto his body for dear life.
"Mm..." he muttered, biting his lip harder to stop the moan traveling up his throat. This foreplay was so exhilarating yet tiresome and confusing at the same time. Roxas's mind was either in utter bliss or complete torture, but whenever he would try to focus on one sensation, Axel would move in such a way so that the blonde's thoughts escaped him and he was forced to become like a puppet, nearly melting in Axel's hands. He stopped biting his lip and ducked his head until his chin was resting on Axel's shoulder.
As the redhead continued to stroke him, Roxas felt gravity take control on his body and with one tiny push he fell into the sand...and his world turned—it spun, it twirled and flipped upside down. He could feel the light touch of Axel's lips on his neck and felt it travel downward toward his chest. Roxas squirmed in secret delight—his legs bending and his arms reaching for his companion's back—but no matter what Axel did, Roxas wouldn't make a sound.
He tried again, this time releasing his hold from Roxas's cock and using that hand to grab Roxas's chest. Axel looked up from kissing the boy's chest to see the reaction in those beautiful glass eyes—they were narrowed, teary, but more than anything extremely lost in the moment. He smirked at that sight and with a light chuckle he dipped his head and playfully bit at the bandages.
Roxas's feet kicked at that and at first he seemed to protest, clawing violently at Axel's back. "Quit that...!"
"Don't think I will," Axel replied, already starting to peel away part of the bandage with two fingers. When Roxas protested still, he got up onto his knees—one leg on either side of Roxas—and slowly slipped his black vest off. As he dropped it off his shoulders and onto the sand, he didn't notice that Roxas's kicking had since halted and that the blonde was more preoccupied in watching his skin so bright against the fair moonlight. A few dark clouds had rolled over the moon and left the two to kiss and touch in near complete darkness. Suddenly, Roxas felt a bit more comfortable without the spotlight...
And his body loosened even more.
His hips and legs wriggled in the sand but Axel made sure to keep them in place by straddling the boy. He hadn't returned to touching ang kissing right away, but instead stared down at that face...so innocent and cute. Hm. He could see drops of sweat rolling down the blonde's flushed cheeks and he only then realized that he, too, was starting to feel a little hot. Oh, but what did it matter? With a smirk pulled onto his lips, Axel once again lowered his body until his and Roxas's noses touched and hovered over Roxas's lips for at least a few minutes, keeping his companion eagerly waiting in a cold sweat.
"What?" Roxas asked breathlessly, arching his back. "Ah..." He slid his right arm to the side and there Axel caught his wrist and lifted it over his head where he later held it in place. "You should...stop." His hips rose and unintentionally he rubbed the two of them together.
"...I'm waiting on your call, mate," Axel whispered over Roxas's lips, his eyes shut and his breathing extremely shallow. "You say the word, I'll follow."
"Say..."
"Just say it. Tell me."
Roxas soon had the tip of his tongue dancing wildly behind his teeth, tasting the bit of rum that Axel had left behind, but he wasn't so sure why he was doing that. Was it Axel's voice, his bewildered mind or what...? What? And what did he have to tell Axel? What did he have to say? A simple sound? A word...? Quickly, he shut his eyes, parted his lips and with bated breath replied:
"Dammit...just fuck me, will you?" He nearly regretted that he'd said that, and in such a silly, rough way, too, but after a few passing seconds Roxas sighed and realized that he truly meant what he said, so there was no reason to act so embarrassed about it.
"Anything for you...sir." He felt a strange quiver on Axel's skin that made him gasp and, without words, the redhead picked Roxas up on that command and their lips crashed together instantly, Axel not hesitating to plunge deep into Roxas's mouth and overtake him without mercy. Roxas's bandages, which had earlier been loosened a bit by Axel, were suddenly starting to tear at his stomach by the friction between the two of them. He didn't mind it. Axel didn't mind it. The pain had already become nonexistent because Roxas's body had literally numbed itself.
Roxas slowly grew accustomed to the pressure on his body and despite the soreness in his back and stomach, he moved in perfect rhythm with Axel, making sure to multitask as best he could. He still didn't know, as he wrapped his arms around the redhead's neck, if whenever they kissed and whenever they made contact, it was out of love. He didn't know if he loved Axel, he'd never said it. Neither of them had. But the feelings he'd get from all this heat were too good to be true. Maybe the reason was in those feelings, and maybe the only reason they met...was because there a part of each other that they had to fix.
The blonde whimpered on that thought and held his breath for a short second when Axel's tongue left him and immediately slithered down to his neck. He felt thin fingers gently pulling away the bandages that concealed his naked skin and allowed them to touch him, allowed them to pull and push and, oh, all those exhilarating things he'd never felt before in his life. Soon, Roxas's eyes dilated and when he let his breath go, he nearly screamed into the darkness.
"Ah, god...!"
"...So where's your god now, Roxas?"
He could tell that Axel wasn't one to follow the Bible.
"He's letting you commit a terrible sin here..." With those words, Axel bit punishingly at Roxas's pink and sore skin and at last managed to rip off what was left of the tight cloth on his boy's body. Longingly, he eyed the pale and wounded skin and without a second thought he trailed his kisses down, down until he tasted blood and salt on his lips.
Roxas hissed and began to scoot his body upward so that Axel's tongue traveled lower on his abdomen. "There..." His fingers tangled up into Axel's hair and guided his head towards his crotch. He wanted him there. That's what he wanted.
"Roxas..."
"Nmm..."
The captain started to pant against Roxas's concealed self and after some agonizing minutes passed, he delicately pulled and pulled until Roxas's legs were exposed to the faint moonlight seeping through the clouds. He bit his lip to try and control himself, but the more he waited, the more tempting Roxas appeared to be. He dove for the boy again, this time pinning his back to a nearby trunk of a palm tree as he groaned in some new wave of desire. He could see Roxas in a new light all of a sudden, and strangely, all his past grudges on the boy had dissipated...
He just loved this feeling.
"Yes..." Roxas hissed beside the captain's ear while he felt his body being pulled up from the ground. Axel dragged his body against Roxas in a slow, painfully slow motion and stopped once Roxas was once again sitting in his arms just like the first time they'd kissed back on Blue. He teased Roxas's skin, dragging the tips of his fingers along the inside of his pale white thighs and licking away the drips of sweat on the underside of his neck. As Roxas's legs moved on either side of Axel, the redhead grunted and pressed his thumbs against the very inner side of his thighs, earning deep trills and a very high pitched moan.
That was perfect.
"Ah!"
He pressed his crotch against Roxas this time. "Ngh..." Ouch. It did hurt a bit...
No time for that. He was so close to his climax by now, and the world was running so fast in his mind. Quickly, Axel slid a hand down to his pants and unbuttoned himself, lowering them only a bit for his member to slide out. He moaned when he touched himself and Roxas barely did the same since he felt the tip rubbing against his own. His cobalt eyes abruptly opened and peered down at Axel. How different he looked...
He looked so comfortable, even while carrying Roxas and pinning him to this tree to the best of his ability. Carefully, he brought both of his hands down to Axel's height and took both sides of his head so that he could turn it upward. Axel seemed shocked by this move and his eyes flashed up at Roxas, for a moment appearing taken aback or disturbed. But when Roxas's softened stare locked onto him, his eyes narrowed and he gently pressed his forehead against Roxas's chest as if he really did appreciate that look.
And he did. He really did.
They hadn't stayed in that position for long. In one slow shift, Axel picked Roxas up only a bit and parted his legs further away from each other as he carefully set him back down on his cock. Surprisingly, Roxas's body didn't react negatively to the incursion and rather he moaned and pulled Axel's head closer to his body so he could feel him breathing alongside his racing heartbeat.
"Nn...nn..." he muttered with each deep push inside of him. Soon, the thrusting grew faster and stronger and Roxas sensed his entire body turning into jelly. He parted his wet lips and clawed Axel's back, begging for more without words. Axel found himself scratching at Roxas as well...because he didn't want to lose him, because he didn't want him to leave. As far as he was concerned, at this very moment, Roxas couldn't abandon him. Without Roxas...he'd be nothing. Nothing.
"Nn...almost...Roxas." Axel whispered, turning his face to look up at the blonde who had his eyes shut and his head turned down. Roxas opened his eyes after a short while and nodded vigorously, letting droplets of sweat and tears fly in ever which way. "Just...please say it."
"...What?"
"Ah...anything."
"A-A..."
"Louder...say it louder..."
"A..."
Then, right as Roxas opened his mouth to say it, Axel pushed once more—slowly and as deeply as he could—and finally came inside him.
"A-Axel..." And then Roxas released.
"...you..."
Roxas blinked and as his chest heaved terribly he looked down with drooping eyes at Axel's face, a question barely escaping his lips. "You—you're what?"
What the captain had muttered next...might have been the last time anyone would hear it, at least in that way—it was said so sincerely, so compassionately, that Roxas was sure that Axel would never reiterate it even for his life. He shook and gasped when Axel began to hold Roxas's body so close to him and nudge his chest with his cheek.
"You...I love you. God, I love you, Roxas, I love you."
...Should he...believe that?
As he thought about it and listened to Axel repeat those words over and over and over again, the blonde lightly shook his head and felt his eyes sting with tears...no.
"No..." he whispered to the dark, a hand covering his eyes. "You don't. And you can't, Axel."
There was silence...sweet silence...
The sound of the waves returned; the crickets and the lone humming of insects in the hot forest behind him returned...but the darkness and the eerie sound it had...also remained. But no matter how Roxas tried to contort the feelings and ignore the passion and heat, Axel would always come back. He would always be there to push and push...until finally Roxas would give in.
The redhead lifted his gaze from the ground, turned his eyes upward and once he penetrated those blue eyes, his lips turned up into a smile and he shook his head as he answered:
"Fine. You can despise me, you can tear me apart, and you can call me a wretched, cursed pirate all the days of your life...And you don't need to love me back...never. I'll never ask you to. But don't deny me...the honor of loving you, Roxas. We pirates do lie, but even in the toughest of situations...we speak the truth...And I have."
From there, Roxas watched as Axel's nearly closed eyes sparked with the reflection of the sky, and a rare flying star...
...he tiredly drifted off into sleep.
"...Sleep tight...Roxas."
oy, my hands hurt. and that's not only from typing so much! it's also from the endless hours of guitar heroooooo (and some yoga classes). xD HELL YES. i got the game for christmas and i've been practicing like a mother for the past few months. I CAN FINALLY PLAY EXPERT MODE, HOLY SHITAKE MUSHROOMS ON A STICK. XD hooray for long fingers!
ah. it's a really addicting game, i'm not even kidding. like, if i could melt that guitar and the CD, i'm pretty sure that it would turn into some form of a liquid drug. OH, SNAP. but i'm not ashamed! I'M TOTALLY HOOKED ON IT. xD;
anyways! hi, guys! i'm back, and i'm really sorry that this is the only story that i've been so active on recently. i'll be getting to the others shortly, i promise you that. -less that 3- i'm pretty much ALL OVER THE PLACE at school, so right now i'm just waiting on my mid winter break in the next, oh, two weeks, and then i'll be on my merry way. it's about time these two had a serious one on one, hah? i was beginning to think that roxas was playing some sort of EXTREME hard to get game.
well, that's all i can think of to say. it's too damn early in the morning for me to think coherently. DX other than: "i hope you enjoyed this chapter!111111," i really have nothing else to comment on, your honor.
oh, besides this: i ship axel and xion. DO MY SPIDEY SENSES DETECT A FANFIC ARISING?? AH.
SEX. now that i have your attention: eat at subway,
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