X and Axl Oneshot

A/N: Not particularly fond of this pairing (hiss) but my girlfriend asked me to write it so I have no say XD;;;; In any case, posting it here in all its random glory lol. It's not a long fic, and it's not meant to be very involving, all it had to do was be romantic (.o;) and have sex. We all know how much of a romantic I am, so you can imagine how difficult this was for me XD;; in the end I went HA! to Grumpy and she is still writing her fic. o.o

Onto fic XD;;;

Sex is hardly ever just about sex.

Shirley MacLane

X filled out the day's paperwork quietly, hunched over his desk so far that at first glance one could easily mistake him for sleeping. He wasn't, much to his discontent. They were still filing reports after the last major maverick attack, and if that weren't enough, X found himself in the midst of another staff rollover.

They had lost a lot of hunters in the last war, and those who hadn't been killed had drifted up through the rinks to replace those who had. And that meant a new recruitment campaign. He found himself buried in more paperwork than he could shake a stick at, and sleep had become a rare commodity.

Not that that affected Zero any. He heard a small snort and rolled his eyes, casting a glance in his partner's direction. No, Zero had no problem sleeping at all. In fact, he'd found a way to incorporate his paperwork into his regular sleeping schedule.

"Zero, you're drooling on your paperwork." X sighed, tapping the blonde and receiving nothing but a grunt in response. He couldn't really blame the taller man, though. While things had been easier for Zero on the paper trail of things – his unit was much smaller, Unit 00 – but Zero had been on field duty every night that week.

X grabbed his coat, smiling slightly, and covered his friend with it gently. Let him rest, he needed it. He filed the stack of finished paperwork he'd acquired, and decided to call it a day himself. On top of the whole slew of work he had to look forward to every day, he had a situation of his own to deal with. That situation had a name, and it was probably raiding his friend right about now. A small situation with two eyes, a big grin, and a large crisscrossed scar over his nose.

Axl had managed to weasel himself into their lie some six odd months ago, and as far as X could tell, his stay was going to be permanent. Not that he minded now. Axl could stay with the hunters until the sky fell down around them for all he cared.

He would love to say that he'd liked the redhead right from the start, but that had hardly been the case. X wasn't as young anymore, and his patience and tolerance banks had depleted over the years. Especially taking the fact that Zero was his best friend and partner into consideration – that would take a hit on anyone's sanity.

To make a long story short, X was a creature of habit, and he liked things a certain way – quiet, orderly, and regimented. Being in any army long term had that affect on someone, Zero excluded. Axl was loud, hyper, and into everything. In other words – they didn't exactly hit it off.

X absolutely abhorred the younger hunter, who got on his nerves. At least, he did until that day in the cleanup zone where Red Alert's headquarters had been located. That day had changed everything.

The mavericks always fell into a lull after a war, and this war had been no different. He had been assigned to cleanup duty, along with most of the hunters, supervising their progress and pegging off any remaining mavericks in the vicinity. Everything had seemed fine, they were making a lot of progress as the stress of the situation was slowly alleviated. Everyone seemed alright – Axl seemed happy. In fact, he seemed better than alright, he'd managed to convince them to let him join the hunters. As far as he could tell, everything was perfect. He couldn't have been more wrong if he'd tried.

Unbeknownst to any of them, there were a lot of awful things festering in Axl all those days as he slowly built up to a meltdown. He hadn't known who to talk to, since he hadn't made very many friends, and his state of mind was as far from the truth as one could get.

X had been halfway through his day straight of cleanup duty, and he was starting to get more than a little irritable. He'd left for a short while to deal with a problem in one of the sectors he was in charge of – a piece of rubble had collapsed on a handful of reploids dissecting one of the western sections of the building. When he returned, he was perturbed to find Axl unaccounted for. He was tired, and dirty, and he wasn't going to put up with any slacking on the job. Especially from someone who'd come from Red Alert in the first place.

He asked a few of the workers if they'd seen the little red-haired freak, and it didn't take long to get pointed in the right direction – Axl stuck out like a sore thumb. He headed off in that direction, closer to the parts of the enormous base that were still burning out leaked fuels. He held his hand up to his eyes, squinting through the veil of smoke and spotting a hazy patch of red. He'd found him, it seemed.

"Axl!" He shouted, louder than he'd originally intended, but that didn't make him any less annoyed. He stomped in his direction, hopping quickly over wreckage as he went and fuming at this point.

Axl responded with an odd sounding "O-over here!" Looking back on things now, he realized that the boy had been close to tears, but at the time he'd mistaken it for fear at being caught lying down on the job.

He stormed over to the smaller robot, shoving a blackened piece of metal plating out of the way, and set his hands on his hips in an almost maternal fashion. "Honestly! How are you ever going to become a hunter if you won't even do a little clean up work!" He sighed angrily, grumbling a little under his breath and gesturing around sharply. "Especially when this is partly your mess to being with!"

Axl looked up at him sulkily, looking rather unhappy at being chided that way, and said nothing, getting to his feet stiffly.

X continued angrily, no way was he going to let the little brat off that easily. He'd been waiting for a good reason to chew him out, and he planned to take full advantage of the opportunity. He let his voice raise up a notch. "You were heavily involved in the events of Red Alert, and… and.. Axl?"

The boy was still staring at him with that sulky, squeezed too hard expression, but now there were tears. Tears and a slight tremble to accompany them, like a live wire. He knew he wasn't that intimidating, so he safely ruled that out, which meant he was distraught for some other reason. Whatever the reason, Axl apparently had no intention of telling him.

"I have to go!" The smaller, more agile robot turned quickly, scrambling to make a rather hasty retreat, but X had too many years of experience under his belt to let a rookie hunter escape that easily. "Axl!" he bellowed, more from surprised than anything. He grabbed for the redhead, leaping forward and tackling him easily, looping his arms around his waist and jerking him back with a firm tug.

Axl cried out in protest, between hitching, gasping sobs, then actually bit him. X wasn't wearing his armor, but Axl's teeth really didn't do much to dissuade him, and he held on tighter. The smaller hunter struggled harder and they both went down, Axl trying to wriggle free on his hands and knees. "Leave me alone!" he screamed unhappily.

X managed to twist Axl's struggling, writhing form around, gripping onto his shoulders. He wanted to shake the hysterical reploid, or slap him until he gained control of himself, but instead he bit his lip and held him in place, speaking to him soothingly. "Shh… Calm down, Axl. You're making a scene…" He made the younger bot look up, holding him with his eyes. "This really upsets you, doesn't it?"

Axl heaved barely controlled sobs, gasping for breath and shaking his head vehemently in denial. "It doesn't! I'm a hunter! I'm not.. not one of them! I'm not… I don't care about him! He abandoned me!"

X found himself taken aback by how venomous Axl's response had been. Abandoned…? He thought quietly, azure blue eyes still boring into Axl's wide emerald ones. Finally, the wheels started to turn slowly, and it became so obvious – so damned obvious that the brunette couldn't believe he hadn't seen it sooner. How busy had he been hating Axl?

"Red…" X murmured quietly, frowning a little. "Was he your creator, Axl?" The anger fell away in rapid layers, like a veil pulled away from his face. He kept his grip on the rookie, but it loosened slightly. Axl wouldn't try to run anymore, he knew that without even asking, it was written all over the young robot's face.

Axl shook his head again, so hard that tears fell away from his face, too shaken up to bother wiping them away. A faint shudder ran up his spine as he tried to work a response out of his trembling lips. "No… I don't know who my creator is, but I know it wasn't him. He told me." He wound his arms around himself, hugging himself tightly.

"…But he was your father, wasn't he?" X did his best to give him a gentle look. He didn't want to push Axl too far, make him talk about something he couldn't handle, but this wound needed to be reopened so it could heal properly.

"…. I used to call him Papa Red…" Suddenly Axl's arms were around him, holding him painfully tight. The boy drew himself to the tips of his toes, burying his face in the older hunter's shoulder and sobbing loudly. X brought a hand up slowly, rubbing his back awkwardly and sighing. The redhead drew himself closer at that, letting weeks of built up stress and buried emotions best him as he crumpled against him.

"Axl…" he murmured comfortingly, truly feeling for the boy for the first time. He knew better than anyone what betrayal felt like, and could only imagine how long the boy had been bearing the cross alone. "Sigma will pay for what he did… he'll pay for everything, I promise. No matter how many times he returns." He stayed that way for a long time, just holding him until Axl finally exhausted himself into shutdown.

Then he'd carried him home. His new home.

He'd had no idea how much that one simple act of kindness would change their relationship, not that he would take that back now, even with that knowledge. It had been the beginning.

After that day, Axl followed him around twice as much. At first it had gotten down to the barest of his nerves – tripping over another body day in and out can have that effect on a person. But as he spent more time in the boy's presence, and more time talking to and getting to know him, he found he didn't despise the boy as much as he thought. In fact, he found he began to rather enjoy the company.

He also learned a lot more about the redhead. Not just his fighting and DNA cloning capabilities, but him. He hadn't realized just how much Axl had been through, and wondered how he could remain in such good spirits while he himself was so clouded over with depression.

Granted, Axl hadn't been through nearly as much as X had – things had a habit of going bad for him and those around him, part of the reason he didn't go out of his way to make friends anymore. So far, the only people he was close to with a good track record were Alia and Zero. Well, Zero had a so-so record, he did have a nasty habit of dying now and again.

The closer he had gotten to Axl, the more he thought of him as a friend. And then… he wasn't sure when or how the line between friendship and more had dissolved, but it had occurred just the same. It had started with the evolution from hug to kiss, then kiss to… Deeper things.

He couldn't explain how or why it had happened, but although he had no clear memory of the transitional period itself, he could remember the first time they had actually broken down the fourth wall of the friendship barrier itself.

Axl had moved into his quarters at some point – there had been no real decision about it. The boy had just started spending more time with the older hunter, and more and more of his personal belongings had ended up in the larger dormitory.

By that point, they were sharing a bed together, had done everything under the sun but that one act that changes everything, and Axl's old room was already host to a new rookie.

X had been lying in bed, thinking over a battle plan he and Zero had thrown together for the next day's mission, when the smaller man had stepped into the room, not a stitch of clothing about himself.

X looked up from the roughly sketched map he had been going over, and his mouth dropped at the sight, face flushing red with the heat of his blood. He diverted his eyes politely, although they had been fooling around a lot, it was an unspoken rule that they didn't allow themselves to see the other naked. The only person he had ever gotten a real look at stark naked was Zero. "H-hey, I was looking for you." He stammered, staring hard at the map again. "I won't be around most of tomorrow, Zero and I…" The words died in his throat as Axl came around the side of the bed, standing in front of him. "Axl!" He cried, exasperated.

The redhead leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the older bot's shoulders. "It's okay!" he piped cheerily. "I… I want you to see." He stood back suddenly, resting his arms at his sides and giving X the chance to have a good glimpse at everything he owned.

X stared him over, eyes tracing up then down his body, feeling a blush rise slowly on his cheeks. "Axl…" He rose a hand up slowly, running it over the smooth rise and fall of his abdominal muscles as he breathed out silently, then roved around behind and came to rest on his firm ass. He splayed his fingers gently, guiding his middle digit down the cleft between his cheeks, past his entrance and continuing until they reached his sack.

Axl made a small whimper, arching back into the touch shyly and biting the back of his hand. "I want to see you too." he murmured quietly. X had always been the more secretive of the two, and Axl had seen a lot less of X than the older hunter had ever seen of him.

"…Okay." He gave him a small, shy smile and disrobed quietly, leaning back on the bed and letting Axl stare at his nude self. He watched Axl drink the sight of him in, eyes coming to rest finally on the older reploid's excitement.

"Is it going to hurt?" he inquired curiously, doing his best not to look nervous, and settled down next to the brunette quietly. He leaned against him gently, resting his head on his shoulder lightly and gazing up at him.

X pushed him back carefully and rolled onto him quietly, kissing his cheek and reaching down to hold his hand. He settled his lips on the boy's sweetly in a mock kiss. Leaning back a little, he murmured quietly. "It might hurt a little at first, I won't lie to you. But it's going to feel so good… so incredibly nice that you won't mind, and the pain goes away." He reached down, caressing Axl's length gently with his right hand and feeling him over. "Are you sure you want to do… this?" He asked patiently, gesturing idly and giving him the chance to back out if need be.

The redhead shook his head slightly, and the taller man fell on him, drawing a deep, dizzying kiss from his open mouth. He was excited, aroused, and nervous all at the same time. He knew what this meant, and remembered Zero's words of caution when he'd brought the change in the relationship's metrics up with him.

Unlike humans, reploids generally didn't stick to just a single partner, especially ones in the hunters. It wasn't entirely uncommon for one to be involved with several different people at the same time. X had always been a bit of an exception, and this was no different. Other than Zero he had never really expressed much of an interest in any other reploids, male or female. He'd had his fair share of others, but he typically turned his would be suitors down.

Zero had been very surprised when X had brought it up with him, and while he didn't seem to mind the idea very much, he had cautioned X to be very careful about how he went about things. Axl was still very young, he had warned.

X had taken that into careful consideration, and even now he had his reservations about things. But Axl seemed more than ready, and he felt himself relax a little. He slid a hand over the the boy's thigh gently, tracing it down to his knee, then used it to part his creamy legs, exposing what X ultimately wanted to take.

He pressed a finger over Axl's entrance, not yet penetrating, and earned a faint yet coherent "please" from the shorter bot. Encouraged by this, he kissed Axl again, this time refusing to free his mouth. Keeping the redhead distracted, he reached over, sliding his nightstand's drawer open quietly and withdrawing a small, cylindrical bottle of lubrication from it.

He spread the cold gel over his fingers, running it over Axl's cleft and pressing his middle finger into the boy gently. Axl made a small, discontent noise at the offending cold, and he worked to find his spot, finding it after a moment and earning a moan from the rookie as he lifted his hips to greet the enjoyable pressure. X smiled slightly in amusement as Axl's muscles clenched in an unconscious attempt to expel X's invading digit.

The brunette glanced up at the smaller man and couldn't help a small chuckle. Axl's face was flushed already, and he was staring at X with a bewildered expression, one of the hunter's pillows clutched tightly to him in a mock bear-hug. His chest was rising and falling in rapid succession – he was panting already and they'd hardly even begun. X cracked a small grin.

It never ceased to amuse and entertain X how easily excitable he was. "Hang tight, kid. We're just getting started." He reached up, cupping his cheek gently and bringing the younger hunter out of his daze. He kissed him again, slowly, and resumed moving his fingers inside him, making smooth scissoring motions to stretch and spread the tight knot resting between his cheeks.

He pulled his lips away and kissed the scar marking his nose lightly, earning a small giggle from the rookie, followed by a sharp intake of breath as X leaned down suddenly, suctioning him up into his mouth. He couldn't resist a mental grin at the sound – he loved playing with Axl, and he was pretty sure the feeling was very, very mutual.

Axl reached down, a small shudder coursing through him as X swallowed around him, throat flexing and working him in deeper. He gripped onto X's unruly brunette mop with a sharp squeal he hadn't intended to make. "X… N-no… I'm gonna..!" He released his almost painful grip on the older man's hair and pushed on his head firmly. "T-together…!"

X paused, then slid him back out quietly, smiling to himself. "Alright… if you want to wait for me, we'll go together." He blushed slightly, easing his fingers out carefully and picking the lube up again. He applied a generous amount to himself with a sharp intake of breath at the cold, wet feeling against his stiff heat, then set the bottle aside and leaned over the shorter boy. "I want to make love to you." he murmured gently, pushing Axl's legs up so they rest on the taller man's shoulders.

He pressed in carefully with a slight shiver, earning a sharp gasp and a small moan from the redhead, leaning down to kiss him again as he took the younger hunter's virginity.

The boy kissed him back almost desperately, hips working against his eagerly as he squirmed to both stop and deepen the new sensation. He arched up heavily as X thrust deeper yet, hitting the pinnacle of warm pleasure and causing a loud squeak from him. He jerked up more, closing and compressing against X's length as the sensation increased, leading him to orgasm. He squealed loudly as he met his peak, legs crossing behind X's shoulder and pressing him tighter to him.

With a small whimper he settled back, panting and breathing hard. "a-ah.. X.." he sighed softly, spent.

X stared at him incredulously, looking horribly amused and deeply frustrated at that. "H-huh…? Did you… Already??" He groaned, frustrated with his own needs, kissing his forehead, then rolled him over and had him again.

X looked up with a mildly surprised expression, surprised he'd made the trek to his room already. He must have been seriously lost in his thoughts. A little too seriously, a glance south showed him. He felt himself blush slightly, embarrassed that Axl still managed to get him so hot.

He let himself into his room quickly, rolling his eyes as he heard Axl in the kitchen, doing just what he'd expected of the boy.

The shorter man peeked up over the door of the fridge, grinning at him impishly. "X! You're home! Oh thank god, I've been so bored, and I was getting really impatient waiting for you, do you know how boring it is here and…"

The boy continued to run on cheerily, brightening up the room somehow and he smiled. Maybe things weren't that bad after all.

End