Daughter Of The Revolution: SORRY for the late update. I meant to update a long LONG time ago, but life got in the way. Well, I hope you enjoy some AkuRoku-ness 'cause it's in here and there will definately be more to come. Enjoy! ;)
Roxas let out a sigh as he took a much-needed sit on a fallen log; cutting away the ferns so he wouldn't be covered in them when he sat. His crew had been up since before dawn and had been walking all day without stop. It was nearing noon and Roxas had to shed his cloak to get a breather. The humidity was killing him.
"Damn insects!" Xigbar's curse was heard as everyone watched in humor as the one-eyed gunner swatted at the gnats all swarming over his sweat-soaked skin. "Gah! I hate this place!"
"You're not the only one," Marluxia let out a groan as he took a seat next to Larxene who was currently pouring water over her head and face.
Roxas' blue eyes scanned his crew, but they rested on the Merman who sat near their Boatswain, the blue-haired man keeping a good hold on his shackle. Roxas frowned at the way the cuffs dug into Axel's thin pale wrists. The blood that came out of him was as red as theirs and it coated and caked in the hot air just like theirs. Why did Saïx have to be so inconsiderate?
But, then again, why should Roxas care right now? He had lost his right to watch over Axel, didn't he? Xemnas had handed him over to Saïx and Xaldin without so much as a word but with a hated glare in the blonde's direction and Roxas hated how he had failed the Merman.
He felt it was his entire fault, but Axel had asked for it by trying to seduce him with sweet words and erotic movement. Such memories of how he moved against the blond made Roxas shiver like it was still fresh in his mind—and it was. Sometimes, it was hard to look at Axel. Still, didn't the siren deserve this treatment for what he did to Roxas? For trying to trick him into letting him go and disappointing his crew? Didn't he?
Roxas couldn't help but feel the answer to that was "no". He couldn't help but feel guilty for the Merman's predicament. It could be because Roxas' eyes were boring into the bandages wrapped around Axel's left shoulder and how the Merman cradled his left arm close to his chest to keep from moving it around too much. That had been Roxas' entire fault and he knew it.
He was the one who got the Merman shot. He was the one the creature was protecting when he didn't need to. It would have been better if Roxas had been shot instead of Axel. Besides . . . he felt . . .
No one would miss him.
With another sigh, Roxas bowed his head in guilt. He was drained, physically and emotionally and he just wanted to rest.
"Roxas?"
Roxas looked up to see the worried eyes of his closest friend, Xion. She held a cup of water before him and extended her arms.
"You'll need this," she said. "Please, drink something. You haven't had anything all day. If you keep going like this, you could—"
"I'm fine, Xion," Roxas said, swatting her hand away and looking away from her.
"Don't do this, Roxas," Xion said, sitting down next to her friend and placing a hand on his shoulder. "You can't blame yourself for losing custody over the Merman."
"The Captain himself had given me a simple job and I blew it, Xion," Roxas muttered, letting out a defeated sigh. "I'm useless. Always have been—always will."
"Don't say that," Xion spoke up again. "I'm more so than you, how do you think that makes me feel?"
"You don't have to feel anything, Xion," Roxas said, looking back at her with dark eyes. "It's still not your fault."
Roxas stood up and left his friend. He walked over towards a palm tree and leant against the bark. Crossing his arms he closed his eyes and mind to his crew and just wished to fade away. He felt that bad.
Roxas let out a shiver and opened his eyes, turning back to see a green gaze peering into his very soul. Roxas shivered once more before turning away from the Merman, scooting his body behind the tree so it could shield him from those supernatural eyes. It worked, if only for a little while.
Something, inside Roxas' chest, hurt him. Something pulled at his very heart, nearly forcing his body back around the tree and his eyes to stare back at the Merman, but Roxas refused the feeling of any movement. He was the master over his own body—not anyone else, especially not Axel.
Why? Why do I feel like this? Roxas questioned himself as he leant his head against the trunk of the tree and looked up through the forest leaves and branches to see clear blue sky ahead. What has he done to me?
Suddenly, those eyes erupted behind his eyelids. Those toxic green eyes as bright as emeralds and yet as dark as moss. Roxas' own mind betrayed him with those orbs dancing in his head. With his mind lost, his body was soon to follow with skin prickling and shivering from thoughts of webbed hands running down sides and caressing ribs, with warm—too warm—breath ghosting over Roxas' suddenly too dry lips.
He licked his lips, but it did not satisfy them, not with the lingering feel of Axel's very breath brushing and coaxing them to follow so they could meet his own in a sealing and binding ki—
"Damn it, STOP!" Roxas actually shouted loud enough to where he had frightened a few parakeets in the branches above, the sound of their wings flapping echoed his yell and it wasn't long until his crew's attention turned to him.
"Roxas?" Xemnas questioned, squinting his eyes to see part of the boy's white shirt from behind a palm tree. "What are you doing over there? Get back over here and pack your things up!"
Roxas let out a shuddering gasp before bravely forcing his body around to where many gazes slammed into his body at once. Roxas kept his eyes down, towards his feet as he trudged over towards where he had left Xion—and where she still remained.
"Roxas?" She asked in concern, her head lowering to look at his downcast face. "Are you alright? You don't look well."
"I—I don't know if-if I am," Roxas whispered out before raising his gaze to look at the other glances from his crewmates before his gaze landed on the Merman and suddenly he was engulfed in a green fire that made the world spin before everything wasn't the way it should be . . .
The sky was the ground, the ground the sky, and the trees were clouds floating around him. In his ears he heard nothing but muffled sounds that almost sounded like shouting, but he couldn't determine if it was or wasn't because he didn't know where he was—or who he was in that moment.
So, Roxas surrendered himself to darkness and knew no more. It was better that way. It made his soul feel like it had been set free.
"Roxas!"
"Roxas!"
"What's wrong?"
"With him?"
"Damn it!"
"Why?"
"What now?"
"I can't tell."
"The heat?"
"Could be."
"Water?"
"He won't."
"Drink it."
"Set him in the shade."
"Yes."
"Captain."
Xemnas let out a growl of frustration. Again, again Roxas was causing their crew trouble. He didn't know why they even bothered on keeping him around. The boy had always been seemingly useless, along with his friend, Xion. They did nothing, NOTHING, to show their worth expect survive the journey in searching for the Fountain of Youth. That was it!
And still, still, their Captain had continuously let them slip up; let them ruin their chances at getting to the Fountain sooner. What if there were others in search of it? What if? Did his Captain seem concerned with that? No, no he didn't! Instead, he ordered them to place the fainted blond in the shade where that damned tearless Merman sat. Xion was close to him now, spraying their precious water all over the boy; Saïx seemed to have noticed this and was quick to pull on the Merman's cuff, making sure he was nowhere near the water.
A harsh glare was all the blue-haired Boatswain had to deal with as he dragged the Merman away a few more feet from Xion and Roxas and out into the sun.
"Careful with him, Saïx," Captain Xehanort spoke up as he walked towards Roxas and Xion. "He needs his shade as well. I don't want him to shrivel up just yet."
Saïx only nodded and loosened his hold only a little, letting the Merman scoot back into the shade of the tree where Xion and Roxas were, but he made sure to stay his distance. His eyes were on the fainted boy and Xehanort could see it, his smile never wavered as he turned to look up at the sky and see how beautifully the sun was setting.
"We are losing time because of HIM!" Xemnas pointed towards Roxas with a snarl. "Night falls and so we shall have to wait yet another day to reach the Fountain!"
"At peace, Xemnas," Xehanort spoke up, turning his eyes to glance at him once before turning back towards his Merman. "The Fountain is not going anywhere and we are still but a day and a half away. We can wait if it means I get my tear."
With that the Captain turned on his heel and left a confused first mate who only glared at the wretched Merman and then towards Roxas and Xion, cursing them to the deepest circle of hell as he too left.
Xion had caught the looks the two had given, but that didn't stop her from continually wetting Roxas with water warmed by the sun with a cloth.
"I know it's not the coldest, Roxas, but please, be well," she whispered as she wiped his brow and then opened his mouth, trying to get him to swallow the water. "I had warned you, didn't I? That you needed to drink. You didn't listen . . . why?"
Xion closed her eyes and let a few tears slip. She was unaware of the Merman watching on as she let three tears slip from her eyes. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes before pulling out a hopeful smile.
"It's alright," she said with a nod. "Tonight will be a little cooler. You'll like that, won't you, Roxas?"
The night brought some relief to the hot day, but the humidity still made the crew sweat and their skin stick to their clothes horribly. The mosquitoes would not let up either, attacking when they could on the poor victims who tried to get some sleep so that they may have rest for the morning's journey.
But it was hard, many barely slept because of the conditions the night brought, but still, it was far better than the day. Xehanort knew this and so made sure to check on his crew. He needed them all for the last trip to the Fountain, but more importantly—he needed Roxas.
Sure, at first he had overlooked the young boy, but he had surprised him with surviving the challenges he had put his crew through. He had honestly thought the boy wouldn't have made it through all the raids and the cannon fights against the Navy, but he did and now . . . he was proving his most usefulness to him.
Xehanort had been lurking a little ways away, hidden behind some ferns, silently watching his Merman. The redheaded creature had been awake all night, though it was not because of the annoyance of insects. No, Xehanort knew he had something else in mind as to why he was staying up so late.
In fact, Xehanort knew the Merman hadn't slept these passed days. He hadn't seen him sleep once, though he knew the Merman could fake it, and fake it he was well at. Xehanort didn't hide his grin as he watched the Merman slowly pull on the chain connected to his cuffed right arm, making sure to not rouse Saïx. Once he had enough room, Xehanort watched as the Merman scooted over towards the bucket of water Xion had left, the girl herself lay sleeping with her back against Roxas' form.
Reaching out with lengthy arms, the Merman took up the scoop up and drank. He drank so much that Xehanort wondered if the bucket was never ending. Then, the Captain watched the creature take up the wooden bucket and pour the remaining liquid over his form, making sure that the sound was quiet and the water didn't drip on anything else but his body.
Then, Xehanort watched as the Merman shifted before his eyes. An amazing sight that he still couldn't get over. It was beautiful really, so very beautiful, but he knew he could not touch. He hadn't caught the Merman for that purpose.
With a curious blink, Xehanort watched through golden eyes as the Merman inhaled, shaking his hair that now shifted into the likes of scales before rolling his injured shoulder. He rolled it enough to where the wrappings loosened and he pulled them off, showing to the night how quickly his wound was healing, all thanks to a little water he inhaled.
It was very interesting to the Captain, but the wound wasn't completely healed. Xehanort could tell the Merman was still having trouble applying pressure to it, but he managed as he dragged his body back over towards where Xion and Roxas lay. Once again, Axel reached out with his scaled arms and took the boy in his embrace.
Xehanort smiled. He had a feeling the Merman might attempt to heal him of his sickness and now, all he had to do was watch and behold a bond thought hidden to the rest of the crew unfold.
"Roxas," the Mer-Creature whispered as he cradled the boy close to his bare chest.
Xehanort watched a show of affection occur from the Merman. He had lifted his webbed hand and slowly rubbed Roxas' wet bangs out of his face. It looked to Xehanort to be some kind of a caress and so the elderly man wondered if it was even possible for a Merman to even care for a human—at least in such affectionate ways.
It seemed that this Axel, as Roxas, Xion, and Vexen had come to call him, harbored some care for the boy and it was becoming more clear to Xehanort of how strong that care was as he watched the emotions flow through the Merman's very eyes. Care was most certainly in it and something else that brought the creature closer towards Roxas.
Then, the Merman leaned down and sealed his lips with Roxas'. Xehanort blinked in surprise, but smiled as he leant back against a tree's trunk.
Well now, that is interesting.
Xehanort continued to watch as the Merman pulled Roxas' chin down only a little before pushing something inside the boy that was unseen to Xehanort. For only a moment the boy lay unmoving until Xehanort caught movement from the blonde's fingertips and then his arms began to move, slowly at first, but they soon laid themselves gently down on the Merman's bare shoulders, feeling gently the rough textures of the creature's scales.
A deep inhale caught in Xehanort's ears and he focused in on Roxas. The boy's eyes were fluttering, but not opening and his lips were quick to move against the Merman's, as if he were drinking his very soul. That may well be it, but Xehanort heard a cough escape Roxas and, with that, water escaped the sides of the boy's lips.
Oh, so the Merman is making him drink the water he swallowed, Xehanort observed.
Another cough from Roxas and the Merman pulled back, water still dripping from his lips as he watched Roxas cough once more, nearly choking on the water he was receiving. Xehanort caught slight scanning from the creature's eyes before he delved his lips down again, sealing them again to Roxas' and once again made him drink.
Roxas seemed to be calming down this time, but after a short while the boy turned his head and coughed out a good amount of water, inhaling some much needed air afterwards. Xehanort took note on how Roxas' eyes opened and sparkled in the moon's light. He was awake now and so Xehanort waited to see how this would unfold, now that Roxas was conscious.
With another cough, Roxas shook his head, trying to ease his spinning head, but Xehanort watched as the Merman gave him no chance to regain his standings, reaching out and grasping the boy by the chin and turning his face almost painfully back so that his lips would seal the boy's once more. Xehanort heard a groan escape Roxas, but it was shortlived once the other's mouth connected with his own again.
This time, when Roxas' eyes fluttered, they closed themselves. His fingers dug into scales and one hand came up to grasp the red scales made up to be the Merman's hair. Xehanort could clearly see his subordinate pushing back against the Merman above him, holding him tightly against him.
It seemed even Roxas had wanted the Merman to be close. There was no more pushing away, not when both believed themselves to be alone amongst sleeping crewmates and the night.
But they were not alone, most certainly not. Xehanort now knew about their little secret and because of this . . . it might be the death of them both.
Roxas had woken from his heated haze from something cool passing his lips and running down his throat. It was so cool that he fell into it and drank it deep. He's never tasted anything this cool before and it refreshed him. He wanted to open his eyes, but felt he didn't need to, not when he was so cool, almost afraid this was all a dream.
His body released a cough and then another and another and soon, Roxas reluctantly let go. He turned on his side and hacked before catching his breath and opening his eyes. It was night and he was at camp. That much he recognized, well, before a hand pulled harshly on his chin and turned his body around so that his lips may be pressed against another's.
Against Axel's.
Roxas' eyes widened. The Merman pressed tightly against him, holding him close as best he could with his cuffed hand. There was no cool water this time, no, only warm rough, yet soft, lips against his own.
Another haze befell the poor boy and Roxas' eyes fluttered closed before he wrapped his arms around the lengthy Merman and pulled him close. The rest of the world be damned, he needed the Merman caressing him, kissing him, holding him.
A moan escaped his lips and with that something hot and wet pressed passed his parted lips and again Roxas was met with cool water. He drank deep and licked the object inside his mouth before it retreated, coaxing his tongue out and into another's mouth. Another moan vibrated through the blond human as sharp teeth caught his muscle, pricking it in all the right places and then firm lips wrapped around it, sucking sensually before opening again and pressing down on his swollen lips.
Roxas' hands now seemed to have a mind of their own as they caressed the form above him, through scale laden red hair and then down what was thought to be a spine and towards a fishy tale. Once his fingers touched the hardest of scales, Roxas' eyes snapped open and he jumped out of the other's embrace.
"A-Axel!" Roxas gasped, his face lit red and his eyes wide, while his swollen lips shivered.
Roxas only stared down at the Merman in his true form, laying on his side leisurely on the sand below, his tail gently swaying back and forth, moving the lighter sand into piles while his right shackled hand came up and fingers brushed his lips, a smile that made Roxas hot in all the wrong places planted there.
"You're better, that's good," was all the Merman had to say for himself as he laid himself out in the night, staring up at Roxas with controlling emerald eyes.
"W-What did you do? !" Roxas demanded to know.
"I just gave you the water from my body," Axel said simply. "The water they were giving you was warm and infested, mine was cool and refreshing. Wasn't it, Roxas?"
Roxas shivered once more and his face heated—amongst other places. Swallowing hard, Roxas turned to see Xion sleeping peacefully not too far off. What if they had woken her up, what if—? !
"She won't wake, I promise," Axel finished Roxas' very thoughts, his eyes turning a darker green as his smile slowly faded.
Reaching out, Axel motioned Roxas closer.
"Return to me," he said, motioning the human closer with his fingers. "Lay back under me, I know you want to."
Another violent shiver left Roxas's body in tingles and he felt too hot. His blood was pumping so fast and it was making him so hard. Just at the sight of the siren below him who continually motioned him closer, and Roxas' body was listening.
When Roxas scooted close enough, Axel reached out and took a hold of his shirt, Roxas heard the too-loud ripping sound of fabric, but that was the least of his worries when his back hit hard sand and Axel leaned back over him, his face too close to Roxas'.
"Don't go dying on me, you hear?" Axel whispered as he leaned down, his lips brushing Roxas' cheek, brow, and neck. "That wouldn't make me very happy at all . . . I just might shed a tear."
Roxas gasped when he felt Axel's lips take up the skin of his neck and suck, not hard, but not too soft either. His hands quickly flew to Axel's neck and jaw, pressing lightly against them, still not too used to the rough feel of Axel's scales for skin.
But Roxas didn't stop him. His words were caught in his throat, the Merman sucking them right out of him, and his body laid submissively under the Merman, taking every kiss, every lick, and caress with want for more.
"W-Why?"
The stuttering whisper caught the Merman's attention and he lifted his lips away from Roxas' jaw so he could look at the shivering boy in the eyes.
"Why would you do this?" Roxas managed to speak his barely audible whisper as his eyes teared up and he looked at the creature above him. "To me?"
Now the tears were rolling down Roxas' cheeks and for a moment . . . Axel didn't know what to think of them. He blinked slowly before Roxas' trembling lips once again let out words that were too hard to understand in the loudness of the night.
"What have I done?"
A smile curled onto the Merman's lips as he bent his head down and pushed the ripped fabric of Roxas' shirt apart so he could taste the boy's chest.
"If you answer my questions, I'll answer yours, fair?"
Roxas let out a gasp as sharp teeth lightly skimmed across his ribs. He closed his eyes tightly and nodded his head in agreement.
"Ever since I was shot, you've not so much as spoke to me, come near me, or looked at me, why?"
Roxas' throat clenched and he gasped once more as Axel's teeth lightly bit down on his side ribs and then licked at the red irritated skin.
"Well?" Axel eyes shot up towards Roxas' face that almost looked as if it were trying to concentrate.
But Roxas was still so silent and so Axel's hands on Roxas' hips tightened, they tightened to where Roxas opened his eyes and pleaded how he hurt through those blue orbs.
"You thought I deserved it, didn't you? You thought I'm just some damned creature from Hell trying to use you, as a means to escape back to my sisters—don't you? !"
Axel shook Roxas' body and frightened him, the Merman was inhumanly strong and Roxas knew that if he wanted him dead, then all he had to do was reach over and snap his neck. But, still, Roxas could see the hurt in Axel's eyes as he gazed at him. He could see how his muscles tensed in anticipation for Roxas' answer.
"I . . . I . . . I don't know," Roxas answered truthfully. He flinched as Axel's hand came towards his face, but no hit was struck, no, it was a caress and Roxas looked towards Axel only to see the Merman full of soft affection.
"What can I do . . . for you to trust me, Roxas?" Axel asked, shaking his head.
Roxas raised his hand to hold Axel's to his own and he rubbed against the hand, though scalely and rough it was, it was the most gentle touch Roxas had ever received in his life. Taking that hand up slowly Roxas brought it to his mouth where he showered it with kisses and light suckling.
The hand was pulled away only after a moment so Axel could use both hands to press against the ground and drag his heavy frame back up Roxas and kiss him once more. This time, Roxas willingly opened his mouth and drank in what was Axel. Pressing his lips and tongue against the Merman's, Roxas felt something . . .
What was it?
Perhaps . . .
Adoration?
Care?
Affection?
He didn't know and didn't want to dwell so long on meaningless thought when he wrapped his arms and legs around the Merman and took him in. Once again, the redheaded Merman began moving his tail back and forth, rubbing against Roxas' groin; stirring out moans and groans that Roxas tried so hard to keep silent.
"I'm not using you," Axel suddenly whispered as he pulled his lips away from Roxas' to speak against in hot breath. "Nor am I wishing you dead." Axel then moved down to suckle Roxas' jaw, scrapping it gently with his sharp teeth, causing small red scratches to appear all over the blond human's skin. "I'm doing this . . ." Axel now moved down to Roxas' neck, blowing hot breath on the wet skin before traveling down further. "Because I want to save us both." A kiss to Roxas' chest and then a hot breath. "Especially you."
There was a freeze and Roxas looked down to see that Axel had stopped his ministrations for a second, his eyes seeming to scan what he was to say next.
"You're . . . special to me," Axel admitted, turning his eyes upwards to Roxas who stared right back at him before bowing his head and taking a nipple in his mouth.
Roxas threw his head back, his breath hitching and catching in his throat. It was pain mixed with pleasure and now Roxas' hips began to grind back against the tail that rubbed him. Roxas could have sworn he felt a smirk form on Axel's lips and when the Merman let go he looked at Roxas with soft eyes and smiled.
"I want you to live with me, Roxas, honestly," Axel spoke, caressing his cheek once more with his knuckles. "You're the only human I like, remember that."
Axel smiled in happiness when he managed a smile from the blond and it was a sincere and true smile at that, not a forced one. It was the smile he was hoping for. The boy might just trust him now and in that smile he knew he cared.
With a kiss to his neck Axel smiled apologetically before the hand that caressed Roxas' face clamped his mouth shut. Roxas gasped, his eyes going wide in fear, but they were quick to close when he felt Axel's other hand move down his pants and rub his manhood. Roxas's cries were muffled under Axel's webbed hand and it wasn't long until the boy arched, his hands digging into sand and grass as he climaxed, his eyes rolling into his head.
Once he calmed, Axel retracted his hand to hear the sounds of Roxas' heavy breathing. Kissing those heaving lips once more Axel pulled the boy close and just held him there. Letting the boy shiver against him until his breathing regulated and his body eased all tension. Once Roxas' weary eyes drooped, Axel combed the boy's blond hair with fond affection.
"You mean too much to me, human."
Bowing his head, Axel rubbed his face into the boy's soft locks and closed his eyes to the night, but kept awake to that around him. Though, in his confession, he had not caught sight or sound of the Captain he knew was more dangerous than the rest of the crew combined.