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Sixteen

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"So Roxas... do you know the reason we hold a flower festival?" Axel asked me. It was starting to get dark out, and we had moved to lay down in the grassy meadow just north of the town square and watch the sun set.

"No... I thought it was just to appreciate nature," I shrugged, smiling over at him.

He blushed softly, "It's mostly that... but it's also an opportunity to show somebody that you care about them by giving them a special flower."

"Oh..." my cheeks flushed red as well and I turned my gaze back up to the night sky, "That's interesting..."

Suddenly my vision was obscured by a gorgeous blue flower. I had no idea what it was, but it was so pretty. "So this Is for you..."

I turned onto my side and took it from him, marveling at it's beauty for a moment, "Axel..."

"It's called a blue magic flower. They only grow around here, and they're the only flower I'm not terribly allergic to."

"Thank you, Axel. I love it," I told him, setting it carefully to the side and snuggling up against him. I could feel him tense up as I laid my head on his chest, but he didn't seem to mind. "And thank you for holding my hand earlier..."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest, "I could see how jealous you were of Xigbar and Demyx."

"I had a feeling," I laughed nervously, "But I don't want to push it. I know we're still just friends."

"Roxas," his voice was stern and it caused me to look up into his eyes. "I don't want to just be friends with you. I never wanted to just be friends."

I stammered a little, "But... but I thought..."

"You seemed really freaked out at the idea of being more than friends, so I never brought it up. I figured I'd just wait till you came around to the idea... But then earlier you about jumped down Xigbar's throat when he asked if we were together, so..."

"Axel, how long have you actually liked me?" I honestly wondered, because it seemed like I hadn't gotten the full story before.

He looked away from me, chewing on his lower lip in a nervous tick, "Since your first night here, after I broke your rib..."

"I don't get it... So why were you such a jerk to me?"

"Would you believe that it's my defense mechanism?" he offered, giving me a sheepish look.

I couldn't help but smile, "Axel... That's so silly. If you'd been yourself around me from the start, maybe we'd have been dating by now."

"Okay, so one more thing..." he chewed at his lip again, "After that first time that Charlie broke into your house... I might have been letting him in after that so that I'd have an excuse to talk to you."

"Axel!" I exclaimed, unable to stop myself from laughing, "That is absolutely ridiculous! Why didn't you just... talk to me?"

He groaned in embarrassment, "Because you were with Luxord and I just... I didn't know how to approach it..."

"That's kind of adorable..." I had to admit, finding it really flattering that he felt so strongly about me for so long.

"Anyways, I totally understand that you just want to be friends. I guess I just wanted you to know where I stand on things."

I thought for a long moment before promptly moving on top of him to straddle his lap.

"What're you doing, Roxas?" I could feel his breath hitch as he stared up at me nervously.

"I want to be with you, Axel. I've been falling for you ever since you first kissed me," I told him, leaning down so that my lips were nearly touching his.

I wondered for a moment if I broke him, because he looked like he wanted to say something, but nothing would come out.

So I took the opportunity to press my lips against his, assuming that the shocked silence was a good thing. The kiss must have pulled him back out of his daze because he immediately wrapped his arms around me and deepened the kiss.

"Roxas... I have one more confession..." he pulled back slightly, his chest rising and falling heavily.

"What is it...?" I asked, wishing that he would shut up so I could kiss him more.

He exhaled deeply, "I really, really want to fuck you..."

My heart might have stopped beating for a moment, and I know I was pretty much immediately aroused by that statement. I hopped up onto my feet and held my hand out for him, "C'mon."

"What? Where are we going?" he asked as I helped him up, seeming confused.

"My house, you dork. I'd sleep with you right here, but it's not exactly a private area."

He followed behind me as I all but sprinted home, allowing me to drag him by his wrist while I clutched the blue flower in my other hand, "You mean...?"

"Damn straight," I told him, walking with a certain determination.

"Are you sure you're-"

"I'm sure," I cut him off, pulling him down the path home quickly. "I've never been more sure about something."

He smirked a little, "Been awhile?"

"Probably not as long as you," I reminded him, glancing at him over my shoulder.

"Well fuck, way to make me nervous," he grumbled as we finally reached my house.

I looked over my shoulder at him, "Don't be nervous. There's no reason to be nervous."

"Right... 'cause gay sex is totally the most natural thing ever..." he muttered sarcastically as I hopped up the steps to my bedroom.

"Okay, so maybe the semantics are a bit more difficult, but it's not like it's going to be terrible. You've done it before, right?"

He paused, "It's been a long time. And you'd better not expect me to bottom. ...Ever."

"Good, 'cause you better not expect me to top," I chuckled, flopping down on my bed and reaching out for him, "See? We're already compatible."

As he crawled over me, he still had a look of worry on his face, "But what if it is horrible? What if it's so bad that you never want to talk to me again?"

"Axel... shut the fuck up and kiss me," I demanded, completely ready for him to stop talking.

He gladly obliged, satiating my need for a nice, passionate kiss while at the same time reaching over to flip off the bedside lamp and leave us in the dark.

"Y'know, Axel, I wouldn't mind actually looking at you while we have sex..." I mentioned, wondering why he felt the need to turn off the light.

"N...Not yet. I'm still too nervous," he told me, catching me in another kiss before I had a chance to object again.

After a few minutes it became apparent to me that he was stuck in the kissing phase and didn't know how to move on. "Axe... take my shirt off," I smiled a little, panting softly from the intensity of our kissing.

I could faintly see him nod in the glow of the moonlight as his fingers began to fumble with the buttons of my black plaid flannel. "I... I'm sorry, I can't..."

I tried not to squeal at how fucking cute he was, reaching up to replace his hands with mine as I quickly unbuttoned the shirt, wondering how we just happened to do this on the one day I wasn't wearing a simple t-shirt. "Breathe, Axel... you don't need to be so nervous with me, okay?"

He sighed, pulling his own shirt over his head as I scooted mine out from under myself, "Sorry..."

"And stop apologizing," I added, letting my hands roam over his bare skin. When I felt a rough texture on his chest, I paused, "Axel...?"

"It's nothing... just a scar," he quickly recoiled, "I have a few of them..."

I frowned slightly, "Is that why you turned the lights off?"

"They're not exactly attractive..." he mumbled, sitting back on his knees as he waited for me to give up my fascination with them.

"I wanna see," I told him, reaching for the lamp.

He smacked at my hand, "No!"

I fought with him until I eventually was able to hit the light switch, stupidly blinding myself for a moment from staring directly into the lightbulb before I turned my attention up to Axel, who was attempting to cover himself with no avail.

"Roxas, turn the light off... You don't need to see this."

My eyes trailed over his body, which was as muscular and toned as I'd suspected, but to my dismay his body was littered with scars. Some were a deep, dark pink and some were lighter and barely visible. Some even looked vaguely fresh. "Axel, where did these come from...?"

I knew that I'd ruined the sexual mood when I could see him fighting back the urge to cry, but I needed to know if they were what I thought they were. "Before you freak out, I haven't done it in a long time."

"Axel..." I could almost feel my heart break as he confirmed my suspicions, "Why?"

"They all hate me, Roxas," his voice cracked as he moved to lay on his side next to me. "And after I lost my brother... Reno was the only family I had left and then suddenly I was alone..."

I turned to look him straight in the eye, "The last time was the last time. If I catch you doing this again we're going to have a serious problem."

"You're allowed to hate me for it, Roxas... They're ugly and stupid and... I don't blame you if you never want to touch me again."

I definitely didn't like what he'd been doing to himself, but for some reason the scars were kind of... endearing to me? "Stop... I don't hate you," I told him, forcing him to look me in the eyes.

"But you don't want to touch me... I get it. You don't have to feel bad."

His breath hitched as I reached over and ran my fingers over one of the worse scars, tracing the line of it and wondering how he'd even survived such a deep cut. Each scar had it's own story... it's own reason. I didn't like it, but I understood it.

"Roxas!" he exclaimed breathily as I suddenly shifted my weight onto my knees so that I could hover over him, pressing small kisses against each of his scars as my fingers continued to trace them. I wasn't sure how he would percieve it, but judging by his small moans he found it just as strangely erotic as I did.

My heart raced as I found my lips traveling downward on his body. It had been probably years since I'd given a blowjob, but it seemed to be the next place I would naturally go. I didn't even have to wonder if he would enjoy it. He was a man; he'd love it.

The only thing I was worried about was whether my technique absolutely sucked or not. I vaguely recalled the last blowjob I gave being rather ...messy. Granted, some people liked that, but I didn't want to disgust him on our first night together either. Goal number one: keep your spit in your mouth. I really needed to remember not to drool on him.

My fingers at least remembered how to deftly unbutton a pair of jeans, so much so that he didn't even realize that I'd done it until I had them pulled halfway down his hips. Once he understood what was happening he shrugged them the rest of the way off, a deep blush traveling over his cheeks as his rather impressive erection sprung up at me.

"God damn..." I muttered, thoroughly pleased with his particular size and girth, and suddenly feeling a bit nervous about my own.

"What...? What's wrong?" he panicked a little, looking down at me while I admired him.

I smirked, "Absolutely nothing, Axel. You're perfect."

"N-"

I didn't even let him finish the word before I gripped his cock in my hand, starting to stroke him curiously, feeling out his sweet spots and what he particularly liked.

"Fuck, Roxas... Fuck," he grit through clenched teeth, gripping at the sheets as I moved my hand over him.

It was now or never... I knew that if I hesitated now, I'd never build up the courage to do it. So I took in a deep breath and slipped my lips down over the head of his cock, eliciting a rather loud groan from his throat as I ran my tongue over the smooth surface. The taste was surprisingly sweet, which was definitely a relief to me. I'd sucked some nasty dick before, and let me just say; the experience was not pleasant.

It was actually amazing how much muscle memory I'd retained, because my brain sort of just shut down and let my mouth take over. I could tell Axel was enjoying it by the way he couldn't keep his hips on the bed, or his own mouth shut.

"Fuck... Roxas, hang on..." he literally had to grab me by the hair to stop me, "I appreciate the thought, but if we're going to actually be having sex tonight, you need to stop."

I felt my brain click back on and looked down at him, inwardly facepalming as I noticed how wet his abdomen was. Apparently I couldn't give head without drooling fucking everywhere.

Axel glanced down, likely curious what I was staring at, and chuckled, "Well shit... we probably won't even need lube."

"Shut up! I can't help it!" I laughed, wiping my mouth off as I sat up to take off my jeans, "Fuck it, I forgot how uncomfortable denim could be..."

His spirits seemed to have risen intensely since we got through the emotions of his scars, because the moment I had my pants off he legit tackled me back onto the bed with a newfound fire in his eyes. "You know I don't expect you to do stuff like that, right?"

"Is this your way of telling me that you don't do blowjobs?" I saw right through him, smirking a little.

"Is that a deal breaker?" he gave me a sheepish look.

I chuckled, "Not at all. Like you said, it's not expected or necessary."

"Good... 'cause I really wanna fuck you. Like now," he added the urgency, leaning down to kiss my neck.

"Well then you better get on it!" I teased, shifting beneath him to be more comfortable.

He stroked at himself to get a feel for how wet I'd really left him, cocking an eyebrow at the incredible slickness left behind, "Christ, Rox... No wonder your pillowcase is always caked in drool."

I blushed fiercly, "Are you gonna fuck me or not?!"

"As you wish," he chuckled, positioning himself between my legs. He rubbed the tip against me a few times to spread some of the saliva around, then slowly pushed foward with his hips.

"Ow.. ow!" I gasped, trying to remember the last time I'd even taken a dick.

He immediately stopped, looking down at me with wide eyes, "Are you okay? Should I stop?"

"N...no, just do it. It'll hurt for a minute and then it'll stop. It's like ripping off a bandaid," I told him, recalling that he'd never been on the bottom before and likely never been fucked in the ass.

With a little more hesitation, he slowly worked his length into me until he was a good deal of the way inside. "Is that okay...?"

"Mhmm... Just gimme a minute..." I nodded, trying not to contract my muscles too much as I got used to his size. When I finally felt like I was ready, I made eye contact with him, "Okay... but go slow at first."

As he started to move back and forth, all of these wonderful sensations started to hit me at once. I'd forgotten how good it could feel once you got past the pain. "Damn, Roxas... you're tight."

"Well you're huge," I countered, groaning softly as he started to speed up a little.

"Touche," he smiled, rocking his hips with a certain rythm that drove me a bit insane.

My own cock twitched in irritation at the fact that he hadn't yet touched it, aching to feel his hand around me. I wasn't quite as big as him... but I still wasn't below average either! "Touch me, Axel... please," I begged, though I didn't need to ask him twice.

Unfortunately, I didn't realize that a single touch from Axel would make me cum immediately. I also didn't predict that said cum would shoot up with so much force that I would end up with a mouthful (and eyeful) of it.

He stopped moving his hips for a moment and tried so hard to contain his laughter as I sputtered and choked on my own cum. "I'm sorry... but that was fucking hilarious..."

I wiped the cum out of my eye and glared at him, "Like I said, it's been awhile."

"Well same here, but I practice a lot on my own," he laughed, starting to pump in and out of me again.

"Why does that not surprise me?" I rolled my eyes, smiling up at him as he started to build up his speed a little more. I could tell he was close, and I knew just what would send him over the edge. I grabbed him by the sides of his face and yanked him down into a deep kiss, one that even sent a shock through my body.

He let out a low moan and came instantly, thankfully not pulling out and adding to the mess I'd already made on myself. Of course, that'd be fun for me to clean later, but we weren't concerned with that at the moment.

"Fuck..." he groaned, pulling out of me and collapsing next to me on the bed.

"Yeah..." I agreed, trying not to move and shift any of the cum that was starting to dry on my chest.

He glanced over at me and snorted, "Oh my God, you look like you just filmed a porno."

"I think I need to take a shower..." I laughed, feeling absolutely disgusting. "Can you hand me the box of tissues over there? If I move I'm gonna ruin the sheets."

Much to my surprise, he actually took some tissues and started wiping my cum off me. In hindsight, he could probably see it a lot better than I could but for some reason I still hadn't expected him to do that.

"So was it... okay?" his eyes gazed into mine hopefully.

"Besides drooling all over you and cumming in my own eye, it was wonderful," I reassured him, kissing him softly.

He grimaced, "Ew, you taste like cum..."

"Yeah, yeah... I'll go clean up," I laughed, wishing that I could just stay in bed with him.

By the time I came back from my shower, Axel was fast asleep and snoring like a Mack truck. As much as snoring irritated me, it was absolutely adorable when he did it. I crawled into bed next to him, trying to maneuver myself under his long limbs until I found a comfortable position beside him. Not much later, I fell fast asleep myself.

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A/N: All right, guys... So that was the first lemon I've written in a long time. I hope you all liked it! I tried to keep it a little more realistic. Seriously guys, keeping it real. My fiance accidentally came in my eye once... it was nottt fun.

So let me know what you guys thought of the first AkuRoku lemon of the story! (Yes, there will be more.) Remember to leave that review down below!

Also, I want you all to know that I stayed up soooo super late writing this lemon for you guys because I thought you deserved a treat! ;P (Also, I made it super long too! You lucky duckies!)

Simply Rexene