Chapter Two: Monster Hickey
Sitting at a clean, fresh smelling lunch table is an indescribable feeling. Maybe you're thinking 'It's no big deal…' but listen, try sitting by the freaking garbage bin since freshman year. You'd appreciate the novelty that is a clean table by the window too. Demyx is humming happily as he eats his sandwich, that's stuffed with god knows what minus lunch meat. He's all vegetarian-save-the-world. I don't really understand, I gave up on the world.
But that might be because I'm just a sour puss.
Naminé looks a little frightened, sitting here out in the open and she clutches her sketchpad tightly against her chest, eyes wide while she looks around. The table we used to sit by had a pillar beside it which she used to hide behind, now she's in clear view of everyone. I feel kind of bad for her, but at least she has a view of outside so that in the summer and autumn months she'll be able to sketch out some really nice scenery.
I pull out my chocolate milk and stab my straw into it angrily, I don't know why I'm in such a bad mood…actually I do.
Rewind to this morning in P.E:
I'm walking around the track, because that's what the coach makes me do. He says he doesn't want girls on his field or something like that. I shrug it off because as long as I'm passing and getting the stupid fucking credit I don't care. I should have done P.E in grade nine because now I'm stuck with all these meat-head jocks who really want to hurt me. At least in grade nine they didn't hate me as much, or anything. I mean by the end of the semester they'd hate me, but the beginning would have been easy.
I hate hearing the jeers every time I walk by them. It's so annoying and they are so loud I can hear them over my music. I throw my head back and groan, really loud. The coach looks at me and I stare right back.
"Is there a problem Martinez?" he asks and I only know this because I'm pretty decent at reading lips, and he's also shouting over my music. I pull my ear buds out and glare at him.
What is it with sporting types and only using people's last names? I mean, my name isn't Martinez it's fucking Axel. A-x-e-l, four letters two syllables, it's not that hard to remember. Even a gold fish could commit it to memory.
"My name's not Martinez," I shout back and the coach looks at me like I'm some disgusting scum and he wants to punch me square in the face.
"Oh, would you care to tell me what it is?" he asks, and I know they all want me to repeat what I said all those years ago in grade nine, the whole 'got it memorized?' thing but really, I'm not going to stoop to their level and actually say it. It's not like it would make me cool or something.
"It's fucking Axel, A-X-E-L! How many mother fucking times do I have to tell you? Or can't you read the attendance list!" I yell and his eyes bug out of his head, he's stomping over to me and I don't shrink back. This fucker is asking for it!
"Repeat yourself…Martinez," He hisses and I glare right back at him, my hands forming tight fists at my sides.
I stay silent and his face is slowly turning red, it reminds me of the mercury rising inside of a thermometer or something like that. It's slowly turning a deep cherry colour, even brighter then my hair. I hope he drops dead from an aneurysm right here, in front of me so I can kick him right in the freaking head.
"That's it!" he screams and points at the track angrily, I look down at it and raise an eyebrow, just to tick him off even more I cock my hip out and put my hand on it.
"Hey Coach," and the voice that interrupts the coach is none other then Roxas fucking Anderson. Oh for fuck sakes. I didn't even know he was in my class…Okay, that's a tiny lie. I find it hard to ignore him in the change rooms cause mmm damn!
He walks over to us and it would appear as if he wasn't just playing tackle football aside from the bruise slowly forming on his shin. The coach has him on some freaky pedestal, claiming he was going to take the sporting world by storm with his amazing-ness or whatever gay shit the coach said. Then he had the nerve to insult my masculinity? It's okay to be sensitive about sports and shit but nothing else? Ridiculous.
"I can teach Martinez here a few things if you want, you got the rest of those goons to teach," Roxas says with a shrug of his shoulders as if he's some nonchalant genius. The coach looks about ready to drop to his knees and suck him off right then and there.
I scowl as the coach thanks Roxas, shooting me a glare and leaving to go and take care of those 'goons'. I prefer the term gorillas, or savages, or Neanderthals though. Being a goon involves some mental capacity.
"Well come on," Roxas says and grabs my wrist roughly, tugging me into the weight lifting room. I scramble behind him and when the door closes he slams me against it hard enough to knock the breath right out of my lungs.
"Ugh w-what the f-fuck!" I hiss my chest heaving as he grips my shirt collar and pulls me down, crashing his lips against mine and he's fucking rough.
He bites my bottom lip when I don't respond and I gasp as a reflex, I swear! His tongue takes this as a fucking free-for-all because I can feel the muscle pushing and sliding against mine. As much as I want to resist, I can't and I find myself kissing him back, fighting his tongue and trying to get it the fuck out of my mouth and back into his. I succeed and soon my tongue tastes every inch of his mouth and he's panting heavily out of his nose, but he isn't pulling away and he's kept his harsh grip on me the entire time. I try to wiggle out of his grip but it's just as solid as it was when he first grabbed me. I open one eye and look down at his arms, I can see the skin pulling tight over the muscle and he's holding he fucking tight. I groan into his mouth and he smirks. He wasn't going to get tired anytime soon.
"You're so fucking weak," he says a little breathless and I stare down at him, left brow raised high on my forehead. I see a flicker of disgust in his eyes but soon enough it's gone.
"Want me to demonstrate?" he says and I don't do anything, I just stare. I find myself flying through the air and hitting the floor with a harsh thump, again struggling to breathe as the air is knocked clean out of my lungs. I gasp on the floor like a fish, my back aching with the impact and the bastard looks smug.
"How much do you weigh anyways? 100 pounds tops," he says and crosses his arms over his chest, looking at me just like everyone else. I sit up, my breath coming back but I'm still gasping and I clutch my chest.
"How…how…does that…show I'm weak?" I pant and he smirks and walks over to me, pushing me onto my back with his foot and keeping it on my chest with a crushing force.
I try and fight the whimper of pain that's itching to escape and I grip his ankle, ripping it away from my body and tugging. He falls to the floor but he's on top of me in ten seconds flat, gripping my thin wrists and slamming my hands over my head. He's not even sweating and I'm panting, already a little worn out from struggling.
"Take me off you," he whispers in my ear, his hot breath fanning over me and I try to stop the butterflies that are going berserk in my stomach at the seductive tone in his voice. I snap my head away, turning it as far as being human will allow but that only seems to amuse him and he chuckles.
I feel a hot tongue slide along my pulse and I tense, his lips following the trail his tongue left and his teeth are grazing the skin lightly.
"Mmmph," I breathe and push up against his hold but my wrists don't even budge.
He bites down right in the muddle of my neck and sucks, hard. I arch off the floor and a soft moan escapes my lips, making me turn a bright red because for fuck sakes, I did not just moan for him like a little bitch.
He keeps sucking harshly on the same spot, pulling the skin into his mouth through his teeth and it stings, but the pain shoots a jolt right to my crotch and I'm wiggling uncomfortably. He pulls away and licks the, no doubt, killer hickey he left on my fucking neck. He smirks against my moist skin as I struggle harder. I roll my hips up and he hisses, his fingers digging into my skin and that fucking whimper slips past my lips. It fucking hurt, okay!
"You don't want to walk out of here with a boner, do you Martinez?" He breathes into my ear and I shiver as he blows cool air at the hickey. I tug harder against his hold, and I'm grunting like an old man trying to take a shit.
"Get the hell off me, you're a horrible boyfriend," I hiss through clenched teeth, he's nipping along my jaw line and back down my neck, trailing soft kisses that almost make me melt.
"This doesn't seem to think so," he whispers, moving my wrists so that he's holding them both above my head with one hand. I swallow thickly because his free hand is now wandering down my heaving chest, over my belly button, and it's still fucking going.
My chest starts heaving even more, and I try and move my hips away but his hand is already moving over the top of the fucking starting-tent in my shorts.
"That means nothing…" I spit and he looks at me with icy eyes and a cocky smirk.
"Whatever you say, Axel," and the way he purrs my name is enough to make me jizz in my fucking pants. I clench my eyes shut tight and he pokes the hickey one more time before getting off me in one smooth movement. I rise and hold myself up with my elbows shakily and he walks away chuckling.
"I want to see that, and everyone else has to see it too," he says and walks out of the exercise room while I'm left sitting there thinking of the coach giving me a lap dance in a crotch less leotard.
Back to the lunch room, and the present:
I take an angry sip from my milk and glare daggers at the laughing head of Roxas. A few of his friends look at me and smirk, something not quite right with the way they look at me. It makes my skin crawl slightly, and my heart falls right into my stomach acid when I see some of them getting up. One whispers something into Roxas' ear and the boy looks over at me; he smirks cruelly and nods his head. I take a longer swallow of my chocolate milk. The tips of my fingers itching in anticipation of a fight, even if the jocks will murder me, I don't care.
"Axel…those guys are coming over here," Demyx says softly and I try to shrug but my body is close to convulsing. I don't know why I'm so worked up about it.
The one that whispered something in Roxas' ear comes and stands right at end of the table to my left, I keep my hood on which gives me a good excuse. I mean, this thing completely blocks out my peripheral vision so it's not my fault. Again, the cafeteria goes completely silent and the boy grips my hood tugging it off my head harshly.
"Hey!" Demyx shouts and I shoot up out of my seat, looking like I want to kill him and he seems to believe it for a second before a smirk slides onto his face.
"Nice one Roxas! I'll bet it wasn't too hard though!" he calls and I blink a few times, then my hickey seems to start burning. My eye decides to develop a twitch and the sound of my fist cracking against his jaw bounces off the walls of the quiet cafeteria. A few girls gasp and some boys hoot, ready for a fight.
I straddle his lap and grip his shirt, a ferial growl ripping through my throat because, who the fuck is he to call me easy or not?
"Why the anger Martinez? Did that one sting?" he drawls and soon I find myself on my back with him on top of me.
He cocks his fist back and smiles brightly as he brings it down onto my face, I taste the blood as it starts to pool in my mouth and slides down my throat. I wonder how long it would take to drown in it. My head hit the floor pretty hard and stars with black little splotches appear behind my vision, I open my eyes after having clenched them shut and I see Roxas there tugging the silver haired bastard off of me.
"Riku, why are you hitting my boyfriend?" Roxas says smoothly and bends down, gripping my bicep and tugging me up much too easily. I try to fight the sway in my stance as the room swirls like the teacup ride at the amusement park. Roxas wraps an arm around my waist and I can feel the jealous glares on the back of my aching head.
Riku starts laughing, and I notice the slight bruise forming on his jaw, I smirk around the pain in mine. It's gonna be a big one, good.
"Because he got out of line, you should keep him on a shorter leash Roxy," He says and I launch myself forward only to be tugged backwards by Roxas.
"Now baby, calm down," Roxas says sweetly and I watch all the girls in the caff wet themselves.
"Let me go, baby," I hiss and Roxas smiles, in this sweet I'm-so-perfect-everyone-loves-me candy coated kind of way and shoots Riku a look.
"You already saw it Riku, go see if you can give Sora a better one," Roxas says challengingly and the silver haired douche bag laughs again, smacking Roxas on the shoulder and going back to his table, the other two males I didn't notice follow him back.
"Let me go now, Roxas" I say and tug myself free taking my seat again, its kind of pathetic that I can only do that when he isn't even trying.
"Move over," he says and I look up from sipping on my chocolate milk. I cock an eyebrow
"I'm sitting here," he says and my eyes widen and milk flies out of my nose again. He jumps back and Demyx is too busy staring at the monster on my neck and looking worried, Naminé slides away and Zexion just looks to make sure it isn't near him.
"That's fucking sick!" he says and I cover my nose with my sleeve, I don't know why I blush but I do and Naminé is looking at me curiously. Something in her eyes makes me uneasy.
"Ax, are you okay? He hit you kind of hard," Demyx says and I turn my attention to him as Roxas stares at the milk like he's about to puke.
"I've gotten worse," I say and smile at him from behind my sleeve, Demyx rolls his eyes and gives me a look. Roxas is watching us, I can tell so I turn and glare at him.
"Why are you still here?" I hiss and he laughs, his eyes occasionally sliding towards the milk. Naminé puts her sketch pad down and grabs a few napkins from her bag, silently dropping them on the nose milk and wiping it away.
"There," she says quietly and I don't miss the bite in her voice, my eyes widen and Roxas just raises an eyebrow.
"Huh, so the school mute does talk," he says and she simply ignores him. He seems to get annoyed with waiting to me to give him a spot so he lifts me up and slips under me, dropping me onto his lap and I turn and look at him.
"What the fuck!" I say and the entire cafeteria is quiet again. That is starting to piss me off.
His response is to wrap his arms around my thin waist; he squeezes and gives me an innocent smile. I feel my cheeks flushing over again and I shift a bit, so that I'm resting most of my weight on one of his legs. He starts bouncing it slightly and the sight is actually disgustingly sweet at first glance to anyone who isn't a homophobe and has no clue who we are or the nature of our relationship. The butterflies have also decided to make my digestive system their home.
Naminé starts drawing furiously and Zexion is looking at me from over his book. It's so hard to keep the blush off my cheeks as Roxas' hands start to wander down, the pads of his fingers pressing into my inner thighs. I clear my throat and slide my hands under the table to stop him. He simply grabs my hands and moves them with his. His thumb is dangerously close to my no-no place and he seems highly aware of that, the whole cafeteria is watching and I feel like a caged animal.
I shift my eyes slightly and catch everyone at Roxas' table watching us closely, the silver haired guy is busy groping a tiny brunette, but the rest are all watching with these sick smirks on their faces. Their looks don't sit too well with me.
I snap my eyes down to my lap, Roxas' hands are now massaging my thighs and I'm so tense I think I'm going to break out in a sweat. Wait, I already have. Naminé glances up and you would have to know her really well to realize she's angry. Her eyes are darker and she looks at Roxas quickly before looking at me.
"Axel, are you alright?" she asks softly. I blush deeper and swallow thickly.
"I'm good," I say and pick up my milk to busy myself with drinking only to find that it's empty. I scowl.
Today has been a horrible day, but how come I can't wait for tomorrow?
Oh, for fuck sakes.
A/N: Alright, chapter two of Nose Milk is here!
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