"Well, what are you waiting for cutie?"

Shit…

"For you to shut your mouth and to stop calling me cute, in case you haven't realized by now I have a penis."

Roxas was standing, in front of an almost complete stranger, buck ass naked. And it was a because of the goddamned frickin' full moon. If Roxas had the capabilities to grab it from the dark sky and rip it to shreds with his teeth he would. Obviously, he did not have that option.

Fucking hell.

His partner snorted, "Well I dunno Roxy-poo what I'm seeing may just be a mirage. This heat is so blazing my vision is getting a little hazy."

The man fanned himself for emphasis as Roxas continued to glower at him from across the room. His blazing green eyes roamed down Roxas' body, coming to a stop right at the junction between his thighs.

"I'm going to need feel it with my own two hands and maybe even my mouth if you're lucky enough, to confirm that it's really real and not just a figment of my very talented imagination." His eyes came back up to Roxas' face, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

God this guy was a prick.

"Call me Roxy-poo again and I'll rip your dick off and put it in your mouth to taste instead." Roxas said as sweetly as he could manage.

His partner pretended to be wounded, clutching the spot over his chest where his heart was.

"Ouch, tear my heart out why don't ya? Your viscous kid."

"The first complement of the day." Roxas replied dryly.

Roxas crossed his arms and locked his knees. He would hold out for as long as it was possible to. His partner had mentioned the heat though, and god Roxas was feeling it now. If he looked down between his legs he knew he would see an erection. In fact, nix looking he felt the damn thing. An annoying weight between his legs, with every bet of his heart the thing pounded and twitched.

It was almost as if the thing was mad at him and trying to urge him on and get what needed to be done, done. It was impatient. And that wasn't the only thing his body was experiencing;his skin was flushed, mouth dry, and his breathing was already beginning to speed up despite his valiant attempts to keep it steady.

The man across from him wasn't fairing much better. It was apparent that he wasn't used to this delay with other partners. Too bad for him, if he was regretting his decision it was already too late to go find another partner. Nope, that option left him when he picked Roxas out from the crowd and took him to this extravagantly decorated room designed to kick up the romance between moon partners.

Poor bastard.

To distract himself further Roxas let him eyes roam around the room. For one it was fucking huge, Roxas didn't really know how big, but it made penthouse suites in high end luxury hotels look like crappy one bedroom motel sixes. For one, a whole entire wall was a single pane of tinted black one way glass overlooking all the high rises and twinkling lights of downtown.

Behind Roxas, was a fully functional deluxe kitchen space and off the side of that a huge curved couch that could seat at least twenty people comfortably. The couch was shaped like a giant 'C', in front of it sat a long coffee table facing a wall that held one of the biggest flat screen TV's Roxas had even laid eyes on. But that wasn't what Roxas eyes where focused on now. It was the centerpiece of the room.

The bed.

Roxas tried to glaze over it, instead trying to gaze around the massive piece to the bathroom beyond but the time for delay had come to an end. His partner was done waiting. Once lying covered from the waist down in violet silk sheets on an extravagant king sized bed, his partner had stood up. The bedding falling away in waves from his long body, revealing tantalizing amounts of Ivory colored skin. When every bit of him was on full viewing display, Roxas had to stop his eyes from widening and force himself to swallow his sudden mouthful of saliva.

His partner made no move towards him, but the sudden increase in temperature was enough to make it seem like the man was pressing his body right up again Roxas' own. Roxas couldn't help the audible sound of his intake of breath.

The male's body was gorgeous, that Roxas couldn't deny. He was tall, lean muscled, very little body hair covered his ivory skin, and his left nipple was pierced. Roxas eyed it from his spot across the room, wondering how it would feel to have the decoration in his mouth to play with.

A shiver went through him, speaking of things to play with.

Following a trail of fine red hair down the man's abdomen, Roxas' eyes were drawn to that spot between the man's legs. Roxas was ashamed to admit that it had his mouth watering again in anticipation to have that between his lips.

The perfect balance of thickness and length, the man's arousal was at full mast and ready to take him. If Roxas eyed it carefully, he could see it twitch in anticipation. But he didn't. Not really.

A low growl emitted from the man, and Roxas realized with stunning clarity just how dangerous this coupling could become. If Roxas didn't start the show soon, this man would make him.

And didn't that thought just get him off a tiny bit?

Stupid fucking moon heat.

Fantasy was about to become reality as the tall man approached him, step by agonizing step. Each gap of space closed between them seemed to kick up the temperature up another few degrees or so. By the time the man was less than an inch away; both Roxas and the man were breathless.

But still no skin touched. It was agony.

"How's the heat treating ya cutie?" The man panted.

Roxas watched the man's chest pump up and down. He was short enough to be eye level to his nipples, and the one with the piercing was glaring at him. If he tilted his head in the slightest and leaned forward, it would be in his mouth. Roxas lips opened and he let his eyes finally rise up to look at the man's face.

His eyes were emerald green, his cheek bones sharp and his jaw strong. That flaring heat between them seemed to take form in the color of his hair, fiery red and sticking out at all angles. Dark black tattoo's under his eyes in the shape of inverted tear drops were a stark contrast the ivory color of his cheeks. Roxas wanted to run his finger tips over them and maybe through that wild hair of his too. His palms were itching at just the thought.

Roxas truly felt as if he had heat stroke. No cooling ice baths or gulps of water would bring down his temperature though. No, his only cure was that beautiful male standing right in front of him. The male he barely knew but was required to screw anyway due to the law of the moon. God it was so fucking unfair, as his eyes drifted along the contours of the man's body, the line: Baby if it's wrong then I don't wanna be right. Ran threw his sizzling brain. Jeez he really was losing it.

Roxas' brain was feeling more and more like someone had stuffed it full of raw cotton, he realized he had forgotten to make his comeback to the 'cute' comment as he was admiring the tall red head. It may have been too late, but Roxas licked his lips and prepared to say something anyway. A movement closely tracked by the sharp green eyes of his partner.

"I thought…I said…Not t-"

Roxas was slammed back against a wall hard enough to crack his skull. The air flew out of his lungs and was replaced by lips and tongue invading his mouth and ravishing him to the point of senselessness. Skin was rubbing hard against each other's, Roxas' hands shot out to bury themselves the man's hair but they were caught by his partner's own and pinned to the wall. Roxas' groaned in frustration and battled the man with his tongue, attempting to control the kiss as his lips and teeth captured his partner's lower lip and held him.

Roxas opened his eyes and the world spun, he couldn't decide if the lack of oxygen or power of the man's kiss was responsible for the world suddenly deciding to become a tilt-o-whirl.

If the crash of their bodies coming together had been fast, the sudden dissapearance of the male was even quicker. Roxas suddenly found himself without all that delicious skin pressed to him, which in a way was even more dizzying then when they had been going at it like ravenous animals. His wrists were now free, lips were disengaged, but he still wasn't completely set loose. The hands that held his wrists were now planted on either side of Roxas' head caging him in between the wall and his partner's body. His partner's hung his head low, and his was shaking it back and forth, seemingly trying to clear it so he could think.

Roxas couldn't stand it, their bodies so close. He moaned, loud and embarrassingly but he couldn't stop it. Both their cocks were twitching, searching for the place they both wanted to be. It made them both shiver in delight.

With his partner now the one on pause, Roxas bucked his hips, rubbing their straining arousals together. The friction was delicious and Roxas moaned once more, licking his lips as he kicked his head back.

God damn it why wasn't he moving? The sooner they fucked the sooner sanity returned. And Roxas so wanted his sanity back.

"Roxas…" The man croaked above him.

With the moon rising to its high point in the sky, Roxas had lost all his will. This said a lot for the strength of the male in front of him, if he was just now putting on the brakes.

Letting out a menacing growl of his own, Roxas reached up with both hands and grabbed fistfuls of the man's long red hair, using it to pull his face down to Roxas' own.

"Shut up, and fuck me." Roxas all but hissed as he crashed their two opened mouths together.

That seemed to do the trick. Roxas' partner was back in full force, and Roxas' body was pleased. Tongues were battling against each other once more as bodies were all but dry humping one another into oblivion. The red head's strong arms locked around Roxas' small waist as his hands grabbed and massaged at Roxas' rump.

It felt good, so Roxas arched his back into the touch, pressing every inch of skin from chest to throbbing cock together.

Roxas' partner separated their lips yet again, tilting his head to the ceiling and muttering something along the lines of "God damn."

Hungering for the taste of new skin Roxas zeroed in on the pale column of neck now readily available to him. He latched on first with his teeth, then with his lips and tongue as he trailed hot and sultry nips and kisses down his partner's neck.

"Fucking he-"

Roxas was finally at that nipple with the piercing, and it was just as fun to lick and suck in reality as it was in his imagination. Especially when it made his partner moan and groan like he was.

Getting high of the heat and the moon Roxas followed his instincts to his knees, crouching before his partner and getting up close and personal with his heavy arousal.

This is what Roxas really wanted his mouth around, and even with a fried brain one could predict what was going to happen next.

Eyes half closed and lusty, the man above him planted one hand in Roxas hair and the other for stability on the wall. Roxas wasted no time; he opened his mouth wide to accommodate his partner's size and took him in all the way to the hilt.

"Jesus…" The man breathed.

Roxas moaned, the vibrations carrying up though his partners cock and making his hips jump. His arousal kicked in Roxas' mouth and as Roxas began to bob his head, that hand tangled in his hair pulled tighter. His paced quickened as the tension started to rise in them both, and Roxas felt that his partners end was close. He raised a hand and cupped the man's balls, kneading and playing with them lightly in time with his movements.

The hand that held Roxas' head in place gripped tighter, and the man's movements from his hips began to take over the pace. All Roxas could do was hang on as the man rode out his nearing orgasm, his beautiful body pumping wildly, muscles tightening and skin stretching as his rapid breaths got shorter and his mouth opened to let out a long and satisfied moan.

The man's last thrust slammed into Roxas, his cock going to the very back of Roxas' throat and releasing. Roxas took all of the man's orgasm, swallowing every drop he had to give him.

When Roxas released his hold on his partner's cock he noticed the heat hadn't lessened but instead gotten worse. If he thought it was unbearable before it was excruciating now. Before just humidity within the room, now the heat was under their skin. Trapped.

"Oh God…" Roxas swooned, falling back on his heels as a heat waved hit him full force.

He couldn't help notice the man's penis was already fully erect once more, but with the heat burning them both up it wasn't really surprising.

His own cock was straining, the heat pounding through it and making his balls tighten. He needed release and soon, or a bad case of blue balls was going to be the least of his problems. Roxas grabbed a hold of his own arousal, whimpering as another blast of heat scorched him. The heat was battering, stealing his strength and preventing him from moving. If that prick above him didn't take action they were both doomed. If the heat didn't escape them soon it would claim their lives, this was the risk you ran by holding out for so long.

"Rox…" the man said, his voice barely a whisper.

A hand appeared in front of Roxas' flushed face, and he desperately grabbed at it. They were running out of time, and movements were now frantic.

He was hoisted up and captured in strong arms, as mouths were sealed and lust was built up again. It didn't last long, both men were at their limit and no time could be wasted. Roxas was spun around and pressed front first again the wall. He supposed it was cooler than everything else around him but he couldn't tell. A mouth at his neck had him moaning and writhing as hands slid down his back and fondled his ass once more.

As one hand continued to knead and massage his back end, another slid around to his front, gliding down his abdomen until it touched the sensitive head of Roxas' penis. The sensation jolted Roxas' backwards, his partner taking the opportunity to slip his fingers into the sight fissure between his cheeks and spread them apart.

"Ahh-hhaa…"

A strong grip enclosed around his cock, pumping him as the long fingers at his rump worked his tight ring of muscle loose. Teeth sunk into neck, capturing him and hold him still as his partner worked him from all angles.

With no lube close enough at hand to use and no time left to move, this coupling was going to be dry. If any of Roxas' saliva was left on his mates cock it wasn't going to be enough to lessen the friction created between their two bodies. Roxas couldn't care less his mind was so lost to the heat it was as if he didn't even exist anymore.

The fingers now inside him were stretching, the one's around his cock alternating the pressure of their grip to keep Roxas just on the edge of release. It was maddening.

"For Christ sakes hurry it the fuck up." Roxas groaned.

The moon was in position, and every second not spent fucking was a second closer to heat stroke. If his partner did not get inside him-

Lips were by his ear, panted breaths carrying words that Roxas' couldn't discern. Their mouths were now too dry to form words. Why wasn't he moving?

"Please…inside…" Roxas face fell against the wall, he was now too exhausted to hold it up himself.

Roxas wasn't sure if his desperate words were heard, but whether they were or not his partner seemed to sense that he was failing. He gave up on whatever it was he was trying to tell Roxas and after placing an oddly soft kiss behind the shell of his ear Roxas' partner finally pulled back, positioned himself at Roxas' entrance and pushed.

Sorry…

A silent moan escaped Roxas' lips as his body relented to the force of his partner's length. The heat between them was at its peak, the two of them no longer thinking beings but ones made of pure instinct and sensuality. His partner was fully sheathed inside Roxas in just one thrust, the spasms of his muscles clenching around the intrusion sending little electrical pulses up Roxas' arched spine. The first two thrusts were slow, experimental, but they didn't have time for caution.

The walls shook as their two bodies collided again and again. Their movements becoming more and more frantic as the seconds wound down. Roxas twisted his face around as much as he could, searching for the taste of his partner's mouth. He found him, their lips meeting in a soft embrace that clashed with the rapid movements of their bodies below.

When his partner found that one spot inside Roxas and didn't stop his assault Roxas felt his time nearing. He would be letting out a string of curses if only his throat would make the words. The grip on his own cock switched, his arm pumping faster as Roxas was worked from both ends.

It was too much and not enough.

Gripping his partners forearm with both hands, Roxas began to move his hips back against the ones thrusting into him. The sounds of slapping flesh echoing across the room.

When everything was about to break lips were one more disengaged, both men desperately trying to drag in the heated air into their searing lungs. With their faces still turned towards one another, Roxas looked up into his partner's eyes. He had been staring at Roxas the whole time, those gorgeous emerald eyes.

Three powerful thrusts straight to Roxas prostate, and a skillful hand, and the heat was finally released from both of them. Roxas saw stars as his orgasm exploded out of him and when the red head's orgasm also hit it sent Roxas reeling a second time. Roxas and his partner didn't stop moving as the waves of pleasure washed over them again and again, riding out their ecstasy until the heat finally ebbed.

With the heat finally gone exhaustion set in, neither one of the pair's bodies could support the other. Containing all the grace of a newborn giraffe, the couple collapsed on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Nothing but the sound of labored breathing gracing the space around them. Immediately all the pain and fatigue battered Roxas' body, but the relief of the fading heat was freeing.

With his energy fading fast, Roxas flopped his head over in the direction of his partner. His chest was still heaving but he still seemed to be in one piece. Mating were usually less frantic than theirs had been, but maybe this would make Roxas think about it more seriously next time the moon rose.

No one could avoid it, and those who didn't take that rising orb in the sky seriously died. Roxas just hated being a slave to it all, maybe that's why he waited until the last second. To prove he could resist, at least up until a point. It was irresponsible of him, but he was too selfish to care. The anonymity of it all probably pissed Roxas off all the more. Before this coupling his partner had asked his name, Roxas gave it, but didn't ask for his partner's title in turn. He didn't care, what was the point? After the heat died within them both they would part ways. It was rare for any real feelings to grow between couples when their mating was just a biological response to the moon.

His partner's face turned to stare at Roxas, and the pair looked at each other.

"You never asked my name." His partner stated clearly.

Roxas' bet he still would really like a cold glass of water, but with the heat gone their voices had returned.

"It's not something I need to know." Roxas replied.

His partner seemed to think about that for a moment, before a wicked grin spread across his face.

"You'll need to know it so I can make you scream it later."

"Later?" Roxas asked with a raised brow.

This was strange for Roxas. Usually, when the heat had evaporated he disengaged from his partner. Dressing in the clothes he came in and leaving without a second glance at the person he would leave behind him. It didn't matter, he didn't care.

"Don't you ever have a later with the people you bed?"

"No" Roxas said bluntly.

"Well that must not be too much fun."

"It doesn't matter." Roxas replied, turning his face away from the man next to him.

He didn't yet have the strength to move his entire body, so he hoped the guy would take the hint and close the conversation. Yeah, Roxas wasn't that lucky.

Instead his partner dragged his body over Roxas, throwing his arm across Roxas small chest and leaning his face close to Roxas' ear.

"Roxas, ask my name."

The sound of his name leaving that man's lips was sin. It made Roxas' whole body break out in goose bumps, was that what it felt like to call someone's name?

Roxas bit his lip, and he felt more than saw the grin break out on his partner's face.

"Roxas…"

Lazy fingers played over the exposed skin of Roxas chest, pinching nipples and tip toeing their way down his abdomen. They ran over the light hair of his happy trail and down to the bits below. Roxas was shocked to discover he was aroused. He had never had the urge to mate after the heat had passed.

"Roxas…"

His name leaving that man's lips seriously had him wanting to call out a name of his own. But did he really want to throw everything he believed in just to know a moon partner's name?

His partner's hand gripped his member once more, but it was different than that of the frantic hold he had when the moon was high. He traveled up and down Roxas' length almost leisurely; it had Roxas squirming in minutes.

The heat pooling in Roxas' belly was heat he never felt before. It wasn't all consuming and demanding like the heat thrown off by the moon, but was more like a steady incline of warm that was soon spreading to the rest of his body.

Roxas began to get frustrated with the never changing speed of his partner's attentions. Pressure building Roxas' feebly swatted at his partner's hands, attempting to dislodge them so his own could take their place and get himself where he wanted to be.

His partner still had more stamina than him however, and used his strength to keep Roxas' own hands at bay while he kept up his slow torture.

"If you want release, you know what you have to do." The red head whispered into the shell of Roxas' ear.

Roxas' arched his back and moaned softly. His hips began to move weekly trying anything he could to quicken the pace.

"Roxas…"

That man's lips began to work his neck, kissing and sucking until Roxas was praying for the energy solely just so he could sock the asshole in the face.

When he felt that mouth start to move downwards, he was really praying to the divine gods for a killer right hook. It never came, which was maybe a gift in and of itself because then Roxas would have never gotten to experience what came next.

Those lips were wrapped around Roxas' cock and began to work him faster than Roxas' exhausted mind could follow. It felt amazing, and the heat in Roxas' groin got more intense and his partner sucked and bobbed his head. He even trailed his tongue slowly up the underside of his dick, the very edges of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and making Roxas' hips buck involuntarily.

"Oh god what are you waiting for?" Roxas asked.

His entire body was vibrating with the need of release, but his partner was keeping it away from him.

"ASK." His partner demanded, adding a stronger hand to combine with his mouth's motions, bring Roxas' closer to the release he craved but still not close enough to the edge.

"I-I- Ahh"

His partner's tongue ran over Roxas' slit, momentarily cutting off all thoughts and rendering Roxas' a writhing mess. How many times was this man going to embarrass him?

"What's- what's-"

Roxas couldn't believe the words that were falling out of his mouth; this man had driven him mad.

"You can do it…" he encouraged, his lips leaving Roxas cock so he could rise more fully above him. His eyes were glued to Roxas' face, his fist pumping harder and harder up and down Roxas' shaft.

"Your name! Ahh! Give me your- Nnng- name!" Roxas moaned.

"Its Axel, say it Roxas, say my name, say Axel."

Roxas closed his eyes; he could feel his release coming, shooting up his shaft and out of his silken head.

"A-Ax-AXEL!"

Roxas release came hard and fast, his seed spilling out and landing across the expanse of his stomach. Axel waited for his body's jerky movements to subside before moving in and claiming Roxas' lips. Roxas could feel himself fading away to the land of unconsciousness. Frankly, he couldn't care less a mating partner had finally gotten him to ask their name.

All he craved was sleep, when he awoke next he would seek answers but until then…

"Goodnight Roxas, sweet dreams."

"Axel…"

Heavy lids fluttered closed, and his voice fell away but the smile on Roxas' lips lasted through his sleep.