VI: The Bunny Suit
There are little fragments of rock cutting into my knees, and the ground itself feels like hot coals burning against my skin but I have to be like this...bowed in front of Axel. It takes me back, all the way to prom night when I was drunk and convinced Hayner that a boy could make him just as happy as a girl, by way of oral sex. Looking back, it was a terrible way of convincing anyone but it worked and he gave me a chance. Do I regret it? Probably a lot more than anyone will ever know.
The air is sweltering, and I feel like I'm cooking from the inside out, it's so damn hot. I look up at Axel, my hands trembling uncontrollably at my sides and he just stares down at me, his eyes darker than the black holes he seems to conjure from nothingness. "Thinking of him, are you?" Axel asks, his voice coming out smoothly around his pointed tongue, the black muscle flicking quickly inside of his mouth. I can't seem to pull my eyes away, and when he slaps me hard across the face, I snap out of my daze, the stinging pain making my face itch. "Answer me," Axel sounds calm, and I realize I haven't heard him be anything but...except when speaking to the demons. His voice, leaves me feeling something I can't explain.
"H-how do you know about him?" It's a stupid question, but it's all I can think about and I try to remember every time I was with Hayner, I try to ever recall feeling something out of the ordinary or sensing the presence of something as diabolic as Axel. To my surprise, there are a few times I can recall weird things happening and it makes a cold shiver run down my back. I remember once, long ago, something Hayner had said to me, about a new employee at the restaurant he worked at. I should have listened and maybe I'd have realized how much the person resembled the 10 year old from the clock tower, and fucking Satan himself standing before me. Of course, I wouldn't have known, but now that I do, it's terrifying. "You were in that kid from the clock tower or something, weren't you?" Axel seems thrown off by the question and he stares at me tiredly, for a second I worry he's going to just topple over. He does look really sick.
"Quite the clever little one," He murmurs before running his fingers through my hair, the gentle action seems to have this almost instant calming effect on me. Until I feel his nails scrape against my scalp, reminding me quickly just who's touching me and I cringe away. He stares down at me, the look on his face resembling the look a pet owner would wear when their little kitten pulls away from their hands, afraid. The smirk however cuts its way in and he's laughing, grabbing a fist full of my hair and shoving my face against his crotch. The heat from his body is intense, and I press my hands against his thighs to try and push him away, to make the suffocating heat just a little more bearable. "If you have to think of him, go ahead..." I'm reminded of just why I'm on my knees and I try to unclench my teeth and open my mouth. My mind has already run over a million things, a million ways I could get away but then I realize that he's the devil and he's going to find me no matter where I go, and this is thinking I can even escape him...he's the demon overlord...I don't stand a chance in hell. Though he does look a little weak, swaying slightly as he towers over me. Maybe there's something I could do.
"What would happen if I say...no?" I say so quietly, I quickly wonder if he even hears me until I feel the hand in my hair clench, tugging my head up to face him and I look into his black eyes, seeing nothing but the two dark circles peering down at me, cold and lifeless. It makes my skin prickle and I want to scream or hide my face, like people usually do when they see a scary part in a movie or something but my arms don't seem to move. Okay, I doubt there's anything I could do in this state...and even weakened, I'm sure the devil is stronger than me.
"I'd have to find someone else and wouldn't be too pleased with you," I can hear the threat so clearly, he could have just said 'I'll torture you' and it would have had the same effect. I bite down on my lip, chewing it in thought but not seeing anyway I could avoid giving the devil a blow job.
"Why though...why do I have to do this?" I ask looking up at him and he smirks at me, rubbing my cheek tenderly with the hand that isn't curled into my hair. "Why are you even so drained from being in heaven?"
"I don't feel like sucking the life out of anyone, also, I'm the fucking devil boy, what do you expect to happen to me?" He stares down at me, waiting for my question flow to end and for me to just go on my merry way and swallow him whole but I'm not really satisfied with the answer. I look at him, or the part of him that is right in my face and it's just as pale as the rest of him, only it's not completely disgusting. I was expecting some maggot infested, puss filled, crooked cock but this is alright. I tentatively grab it, and it burns my palm, making me wince away and Axel chuckles before pushing my face closer
"If I do this...can you answer some questions for me, please?" I look up at him with pleading eyes, literally begging him on my knees and he leans back a little, regarding me with half lidded eyes before smirking suddenly and nodding his head.
"It's a deal," As soon as he says the words, I get this hot pang just beneath my belly button and I realize I actually want to do this. I take the tip of him into my mouth before slowly sliding the rest of the shaft in. It hurts, his skin is burning me so badly, it feels like I'm trying to swallow a red hot metal rod. I can feel the tears gathering in my eyes and the blisters forming at the corners of my lips, but in contrast to that, the aching need in between my legs is there to confuse me. It also reminds me I'm completely naked, my hand seems to slide to my groin on it's on and I groan around Axel, making him growl and push deeper into my mouth.
The only person I've ever given a blow job too was Hayner, I had always found the act degrading in some way and just a little gross...but Hayner loved it. I guess it was the reason I actually tried to do a good job for him but this isn't him and I know it's not. I pull my head away slowly, my hand coming up to hold the part my mouth can't cover. This isn't Hayner but I just feel so turned on right now, I know there's something suspicious. It makes me wonder just what kind of control he has over me.
I hear Axel groan from somewhere above me, and just as I go back, the bedroom doors slam open and I pull away, flinging my body around and spotting Saix standing at the entrance, his eyes running up and down Axel's bare legs then towards me as I lay on the floor. I take this time to tentatively feel around my mouth, and I find there's no bubbling skin or blood, just the soreness. "My lord, everyone is waiting for you," The demon leans against the door frame, and Axel mutters something under his breath before pulling his pants up and looking towards me then back at the thing in the doorway.
"Go, I'll be there when I'm ready," Axel sends the demon away and picks me up, grabbing my arm and flinging me onto the bed. "As tantalizing as you are naked, I think it is in your best interests to be dressed..." Axel opens a hole in the wall and pulls out what I believe to be the clothes he's giving me. He walks over slowly and hands me the small pile of clothes before toppling onto the bed beside me. I look down at him and for a second, I feel bad. He looks really sick and in pain, so I can't help but feel pity. My sister had told me once that I worried too much about everyone else, and maybe she was right. It was that worrying though that had kept me in the closet and had kept my family together. Once I told everyone, it was just a huge mistake. My mother kicked me out of the house and no one ever contacted me again...I swallow thickly, fingering the material in my hands and watching Axel.
Why do I feel bad for him? He's the fucking devil, all he does day in and day out is torture people...so why should it bother me that he's in agony? Maybe it's because I'm an idiot, or maybe it's in hopes that if I'm kind to him, it'll touch his heart (or whatever he has) and he'll spare me some gruesome punishment or something. I mean, I'm bound to be given a punishment to live out for eternity sooner or later, so maybe this could help me in the long run. Or maaaybe, I'm just saying that to cover up the fact that I genuinely feel bad seeing him suffer. I set the clothes aside and roll onto him, pinning his wrists by the side of his head and his eyes snap open. I have to swallow a terrified scream at the sight, and instead lean my head down by his ear. "Explain to me how this...heals you..." I ask pulling away and moving down his body slowly, getting to the edge of the bed before sliding his pants off. It's rather easy, in fact, the fabric seems to slide along his skin like silk, catching at his ankles.
I don't hesitate this time, and prepare myself for the pain but when I get him in my mouth...it's cold. It grosses me out, because right away I think of the dead, icy flesh of Riku and my grandmother. I swallow around him and I feel his body tense under my hands, a low growl coming from his throat. "Anything inappropriate fuels me," he says around a moan as my tongue slides against the underbelly of his cock. I give it a tender kiss before pulling away and giving him a few pumps with my fist. A part of me wants to warm up the skin somehow, the frigidness is giving me the heebie jeebies.
If I would have ever fantasized about doing anything sexual with the devil, I never would have pinned him for someone vocal but then again, I had never met the devil until now and the most I've ever thought about him was while in church, all those years ago. I can hear Axel moaning, sometimes sounding like a cat, other times, a deep low pitched growl from right in his gut escapes and I can hear the demon in him. It frightens me, but at least his dick doesn't feel like a corpse anymore. In fact, it feels almost human, which makes this whole thing a lot easier. I'm really getting tired though, because I've lost track of just how long I've been doing this but I know it's been a while. Axel curls his fingers in my hair, cutting off my thoughts when he starts thrusting a little into my mouth. I can hear his teeth grinding together until suddenly, I feel like my mouth's been filled with a shot of Buckley's cough syrup and Tabasco sauce.
I roll off Axel, sputtering and feeling like I'm going to throw up and he just laughs, before grabbing my face and kissing me deeply, his tongue wiping out the insides of my mouth and taking away his essence. I shiver violently, the vile taste still coating my tongue and I wipe away at my mouth. "I must say, I'm rather impressed," he says as he pulls up his pants before he turns towards me, his eyes now slowly turning green again, and the purple veins aren't pushed up against his skin. I don't see him turn away, so I expect that he's just going to watch me as I get dressed. I stand up slowly, still cringing at the awful, bitter...spicy taste. I quickly wonder about his fluctuating body temperature and I stop before grabbing the clothes.
"Why does your skin always change temperature?" I ask and he just stares at me, blinking like he doesn't understand the question. "I mean...when I first did it...it was...really...hot." He starts to laugh before smirking at me and sending me a wink.
"Well thank you. Get dressed," he walks towards the wall, opening another hole and pulling out a cigarette, this time his quellazaire looks like a black snake, biting the cigarette to hold it in place. I stomp my foot angrily, and glare at him because he should be answering my questions right now.
"What? Answer me! You said you'd answer my questions if I helped you!" I shout and he just rolls his eyes, which are now fully green and his pupils slitted to their thinnest.
"Darling, never make a deal with the devil," He starts laughing and I can't believe I was that stupid. I turn angrily and grab the clothes, noticing that it's a really small pile. The first thing I pick up is a white lace thong complete with fluffy tail, and of course, the head band with rabbit ears is the other item which I had thought was some sort of collar. I turn to stare at Axel and he just stares back, as if nothing is wrong. "I picked that up while on earth," he says proud of himself and I want to just scream so loud it's ridiculous.
"You expect me to wear this shit?" I shout and Axel takes a long drag from his cigarette, letting me seethe and steam by the bed while he mauls this exclamation over in his head.
"You could stay naked and be raped mercilessly by countless demons," He shrugs nonchalantly before turning, as if he's going to leave me all alone in here and when he gets to the doors, I worry he just might.
"Wait!" I shout, sliding on the underwear quickly and cringing at the fabric riding up my ass crack. I slide the rabbit ears on next before racing after Axel and catching him just as he steps out of the room. "Won't this make them want to rape me even more?" I hiss, clutching at his black robe as we walk down the long path, demons crawling out of their holes as if they all have somewhere to go. I then realize it's because they do, Axel walking calmly while they all follow us, hissing and growling just behind me, inches away. I try and meld myself into Axel's side terrified but he just laughs, walking at the slowest pace on earth, or well...in hell. I wonder where everyone is going but I don't know if I should ask. He never answers my damn questions anyway.
"This is what I've called the meeting for, little one," Axel winks down at me, before leading me and the other demons into a large, ballroom like place. At the end of the room, there is a huge throne built into the wall, made of the rock and what appears to be human skulls and remains. At least the cushion is velvet and not human flesh or something. There is a smaller throne next to it, built in the same fashion, only less elegantly carved.
This is when I decide to take a quick look around the vast space and realize it is packed with fucking demons, all of them, watching me.
A/N: Has anyone ever tasted Buckley's? Let me tell you...that shit is repulsive. I mean, I'd rather have a cold than take that vile concoction...I'm serious.
Anyway, I have to thank my lovely wife Tabi for helping me with this story. I swear she gets half ownership just for being awesome (she also encourages me to write).
We hope you guys enjoy this, because lord knows I enjoyed writing it 8D
Oh yeah, I swear I have a plot or something like it for this. What? I'm serious!
This story is going to be about more than just hot n' sexy DevilAxel on DeadRoxas action. Of course there's still plenty of that...hey, hey...shhh.
It's okay.
-lassos an invisible stallion and rides off into the sunset-
*edit: I came back and fixed up the rest of the typos. ehem...carryon.