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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Roxas/Axel
  Character:
      Roxas, Axel_(Kingdom_Hearts)
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-11-18 Words: 1036
****** Be Somebody ******
by Laylah
Summary
     They're lying on their backs afterward, staring up at the ceiling,
     still breathing hard -- Axel can never seem to remember to pay enough
     attention to know if they need to breathe, when they're not speaking
     -- when Roxas decides to be difficult.
They're lying on their backs afterward, staring up at the ceiling, still
breathing hard -- Axel can never seem to remember to pay enough attention to
know if they need to breathe, when they're not speaking -- when Roxas decides
to be difficult.
"What are you in this for, anyway?" he asks.
"This?" Axel says, gesturing lazily to indicate the bed. "You, of course." He
props himself up on one elbow, looking for something that's not one of their
robes that he can use to wipe the come off his stomach, the oil from between
his thighs.
"Not this room," Roxas says, in that irritated tone that makes him sound
younger. "The Organization."
"Ah, that." Axel can't remember where the t-shirt on the floor came from, which
is a pretty good sign that it's not important, so he uses it to wipe up before
he turns back and gives Roxas his most charming smile. "You, of course."
Roxas sighs in annoyance, rolling his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, Axel."
"Then don't ask silly questions," Axel says, the bed creaking under him as he
rolls over and pulls Roxas closer. "When we have achieved our goal," he goes
on, parroting the Superior's speechmaking tone, "we will be complete again."
"I know that," Roxas says, burrowing into the hollow of Axel's shoulder. "What
do you miss, though? I mean...I don't want to feel cold anymore. What about
you?"
"Is that why you're my friend, then?" Axel teases, running his hands down
Roxas's back, over the hard ridges of shoulderblades and the even little knobs
of spine. "Because I'm fiery?"
Roxas snickers. "Because you're flaming, you mean?"
Axel smacks his ass, and Roxas retaliates by biting, teeth sharp on either side
of the tendon in Axel's neck. Axel tightens his grip, growling, and they
struggle for a minute, rolling each other over and squirming. Roxas fights well
for a kid his size, all lean muscle tight over his bones, but Axel's still
bigger and stronger, and eventually they wind up right where he wants them:
with him on his back, and Roxas splayed on top of him.
"What, again?" Roxas says, squirming in Axel's arms the way that means he has
no intention of actually getting loose.
"Other way this time?" Axel asks -- which technically speaking it isn't quite,
because Roxas is still on top, but whatever. Roxas likes having Axel under him
when they fuck, and Axel thinks it's cute, so why not?
"You're such a pervert," Roxas says, but he leans over Axel to reach the oil,
tossed aside earlier when he got impatient for the first round.
Axel grins, taking the bottle from Roxas's hand. "Ah, you don't mean that."
Sometimes people in the worlds they visit figure out just how close they are,
what they mean by friendship. Axel's never been good at keeping his hands to
himself. The people who get it are usually disgusted, usually act like Axel is
somehow taking advantage of his friend, which he figures just means they
haven't been paying any goddamn attention at all: Roxas likes what they do
together. Hell, he usually starts it.
And he wouldn't feel like this, wouldn't open up smooth and soft and hot around
Axel's fingers, if he didn't want it. Axel pushes deeper, ignoring the ache in
his wrist from the bad angle, because Roxas is squirming and whimpering on top
of him, fingers digging into his shoulders, and that's worth a little
discomfort. "Like that?"
Roxas nips at his collarbone. "Trying to get me to talk dirty to you?" He rocks
his hips a few times, giving Axel a rhythm to work with. "You're just never
satisfied." His tone is almost flat, deadpan, but Axel is fairly certain he's
just teasing.
"Well, you know, can you blame me?" Axel says, nuzzling at Roxas's hair. "I
mean, do you know how good you feel?" He tightens his other arm around Roxas's
waist.
"Go on," Roxas says. "I'm ready." He rocks forward, his weight on Axel's
shoulders, his hips raised so Axel can line up, and then pushes himself back
down. He makes the most amazing face as Axel's cock fills him, like he's really
feeling something for once, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth slack like
it's too much for him to bear.
"Yes," Axel whispers, "yes yes yes," holding on tight as Roxas settles into his
lap to ride his cock.
Roxas gives him a crooked little smile, like a real boy with a heart, and rocks
down hard. "You're so, mm, easy to please."
Axel smiles back -- he can't feel the warmth he should at that look on Roxas's
face, but he can remember what it was like, and for now that'll have to be
enough. "You're just talented that way," he says. Roxas never takes him
seriously anyway. "Don't know what it is about you."
"Flatterer," Roxas says, moving Axel's hand to his cock. "I bet you say that to
all the boys."
"What makes you think," Axel asks, running his thumb over the ridge on the
underside of Roxas's cock, "that there are other boys?"
Roxas laughs. "If you had a heart," he says, "I'd accuse you of trying to, ah,
be romantic right then." His cheeks are flushed, which can't be anything but
the pure physical response to Axel's hand sliding on his cock and Axel's cock
thrusting in his ass, but it still looks good.
Axel grins, and pulls Roxas down to kiss him, because the first thing he can
think to say is If I had a heart, you could be right, and he's pretty sure that
even if Roxas had a heart, it would be a bad move. That's the last thing you
want when you're fifteen, right? To have your best friend start coming on to
you?
So he just sticks his tongue in Roxas's mouth instead, and Roxas moans, rocking
on top of him, and Axel hopes they can let it go for now. When the Organization
gets its act together, he'll be able to be somebody again, and there'll be
plenty of time to say stupid mushy things to Roxas after that.
Once he knows what it's like to really feel.
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