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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Axel/Xion
  Character:
      Axel, Xion, Kairi, Sora
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Underage_Sex, Het, Community:
      30_lemons, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-29 Words: 3930
****** Denial, Revisited ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Xion does NOT have a crush on Axel!
Xion is rather scandalized when she comes to realization that she has a crush
on… Axel. Because he's… well, Axel. He's her brother's girlfriend's big brother
(and try saying that ten times fast), and he's everything that she's not
supposed to like. He's old, he's, well, Kairi's big brother, he's not good
looking the way Tidus and Zidane and Seifer are, he smokes, he drinks, he
sleeps around with anything that'll let him, and he listens to country music.
The loud stuff, that makes Xion want to stick a fork in her ear. But she does
have a crush on him. But if she ignores it, it'll go away, right?
Wrong. Whenever Xion goes to hang out at Kairi's house (after all, she's pretty
cool, even if she is Sora's girlfriend), she runs into Axel. Sometimes he's
getting out of the shower, or lounging around in the living room without a
shirt on or playing basketball with Demyx in the driveway. All of them seem to
involve him not wearing a shirt, and Xion can't help but notice, as she inches
by him in the hallway or walks past him to go upstairs to Kairi's room or
passes the basketball game to walk inside, that Axel's muscles look very nice,
the way they flex under his skin. He's got hair under his arms, and it's as red
as the hair on his head. When she catches him coming out of the shower, she
sees more red hair, under his navel, trailing… down… into… his… towel. That
time, she ignores his look of confusion and flushes dark red, hurrying off to
Kairi's room, where she sits on her bed, panting like a bellows and trying not
to think about what Axel would look like without pants. Because she doesn't
think about those things.
Kairi notices, though. Kairi is smart in that way, much smarter then she should
be. Kairi finds Xion sitting on her bed with a dazed expression, red faced and
panting after running into Axel getting out of the shower, and she starts to
grin.
"So… you have a crush on my brother." Kairi flops on the bed next to Xion, idly
reaching for her magazine.
"What? No!" Xion flushes pinker and smoothes her skirt over her knees, reaching
over for another magazine. She is acutely aware of the way her face is so pink,
of the way her nipples are hard and poking through the thin cotton of her shirt
and the wetness between her legs. But Kairi can't know about any of that,
right? 'cause Kairi wouldn't be staring at her chest, and it isn't like Xion is
so wet that she's leaving a spot on her skirt, right? Xion shifts a bit, just
to make sure, but she has nothing to worry about.
"You do!" Kairi crows, and she's laughing. "Is it his cigarette breath or his
smelly socks or…"
"I don't have a crush on Axel!" Xion yowls, her fingers in her ears.
"You do!" Kairi is laughing so hard that she's practically fallen off of the
bed.
"I do not," Xion says. "Axel is stupid and ugly and smelly….."
"I don't smell that bad," Axel says, poking his head into Kairi's bedroom.
Xion flushes a dark red and goes quiet, examining her knees.
"Ever heard of knocking, asshole?" Kairi glares at him. The two share a nice
relationship of mutual hatred.
"Door's open." Axel leans against the doorframe, and Xion can't help but look
at him. Even with a shirt on, she can still see the strong muscles of his
stomach, and she blushes harder.
"Fuck off, asshole." Kairi rolls her eyes.
"That's not very nice." Sora's voice is vaguely accusatory, but he sounds like
he's laughing as well, like he always does. He walks around Axel and he's
giving Kairi goo-goo eyes. It takes all of Xion's patience to not roll her
eyes, because… ew.
"I'll just be heading home," she says, walking glancing over at where Sora and
Kairi are smiling dopily at each other.
"You do that," Sora says, and Xion has to leave before she pukes.
Xion is acutely aware of Axel's big, warm body as she walks past him, but she
figures she'll just head home and work on her homework or something. An image
of the way Axel looks without his shirt on flashes through her head, and she
shivers. Yeah. Something.
"Hey, squirt." Axel stands up straight, and now he's almost a foot taller then
she is. "Somethin' wrong?"
"N-no," Xion stammers, examining her feet. She wishes she was taller and had
bigger boobs, wishes she could smile and laugh and flirt like Kairi and Namine
and all of the other girls. But she's just Xion, Sora's little sister and
Roxas' twin. Boys don't notice Xion, except when they want someone to help them
with their homework or coach them on how to ask out a girl. Axel would never
like Xion - she's not the kind of girl that he likes. She's seen the kind of
girls he likes, all soft curves and long hair. Xion is gonna grow her hair out
long, she promises, then blushes harder, because she does not want Axel to
notice her, and it's just a stupid passing crush.
"You sure?" Axel's hand is suddenly under her chin, forcing her to look up into
his eyes. His tattoos really stand out, some part of Xion's brain gibbers,
while the rest of her concentrates on the fact that he's touching her, with his
bare hand on her bare skin. "You're all red." He moves his hand up, feeling her
forehead and brushing her bangs out of her face.
"I'm f-fine," Xion stutters, and she feels like sweetness is rushing through
her veins in every place that his body is touching hers, making her curl her
toes in her sneakers and feeling all the little hairs on her body stand on end.
"I'll just be… going home." She'll treasure this memory. Because Axel is
touching her, and even if it's just a temporary little crush, she can daydream,
right?
"You might have a fever." Axel keeps his hand on her forehead. He's never shown
this much interest in her before, and it's making her shake. He moves his hand
to her shoulder and stars walking, almost casually guiding her towards his
bedroom, which is up in the attic.
"No, I'm fine, really, I'm fine," Xion babbles, but she lets him lead her.
Because Axel is touching her, and she's going into his room, which is full of
all of his… Axel stuff.
"Well, you can keep me company while our siblings are fucking." Axel grins
toothily at the way Xion blushes and pushes the door open, pushing Xion into a
chair with a leather jacket flung over the back and closes the door with his
foot in one graceful motion, then sitting on the bed across from her, resting
his elbows on his knees and leaning forward in such a way that his spiky hair
almost tickles her forehead.
"Um…" Xion stutters. She can't think of anything, and it's making her feel like
an idiot, because she probably looks like an idiot, and she doesn't want to
look like an idiot, especially in front of Axel. "Okay." But what does she do
now? Does she start a conversation or does she do something physical or what?
But what kind of physical?
"So what's that Kairi said about you having a crush on me?" Axel puts his hand
on her knee. His hands are dry and warm, and Xion can feel it through the
fabric of her skirt, and she shivers, feeling the prickles that spread out from
her knee. "Is it true?"
"What? Of course not." Xion squirms a bit, but she notices belatedly that her
knees are spread out, and that he can probably see her panties. She'd snap her
legs shut, but both of Axel's hands are on her knees, keeping them open. She
hopes he can't see them - she's got little kitties on her panties, and she
might just die of embarrassment right there.
"So you don't have any reaction if I do… this," Axel says, and he casually
draws his hand along the top of her thigh, until it reaches the spot where her
thighs meets her torso.
"N-none whatsoever," Xion stammers, feeling the sweetness flood her belly.
"None whatsoever," Axel echoes, his bony fingers moving up along her sides,
almost tickling her ribs through the fabric of her top. "You don't feel
anything when I touch you?" His hand moves from her ribs to the space just
under one of her small breasts. His touch is light enough that Xion could push
it off, should she wish to.
"N-n-not a thing," Xion gabbles, curling her toes in her socks and biting her
lip. She can feel herself start to blush, her whole face turning a dark red.
"Not a thing," Axel echoes, and his other hand goes back to her leg, resting on
her inner thigh. "No tingles or twitches or anything?" His hand goes to her
breast, holding it gently, not pinching or kneading or tugging or pulling, just
holding it. "'cause that goes right past no crush and into nerve damage
territory." He squeezes, gently, and presses down on the nipple with his thumb.
"W-what? What are you doing? What are you talking about?" Xion squirms, but she
doesn't push his hand away. She does have to remind herself to breathe, though,
because his hand is right over her heart, which is beating like a bird's.
"Proving that you have a crush on me." Axel grins at her, his eyes sparkling
through his eyelashes. "'cause if you didn't, then you'd be yelling at me to
get off and possibly would have kicked me in the balls by now." His tone is
teasing and his smile is a bit nerve wracking, although Xion doesn't know why,
exactly. It's his usual smile.
"M-maybe I don't feel anything," Xion says, and she looks him in the eye
defiantly. She's being stupid - he's showing interest in her, after all, and
shouldn't she be showing it right back? But this is Axel, and you can't trust
Axel, and she knows this even through her love (lust?) addled haze. "Maybe it's
so… unimportant that it doesn't even register."
"Oh really?" Axel's voice is laughing as he tugs on her nipple, gently, through
the soft material of her t-shirt. "I'm that unimportant, am I? So it wouldn't
matter if I did anything?" The hand not holding her breast goes to the hem of
her skirt, petting the top of her knee gently.
"Well, not… anything," Xion says unsteadily, staring at his green eyes and
trying to see if he's laughing at her or not. "But almost anything." She has a
feeling she knows what this implies - she's seen her brothers' pornos, read the
odd bad romance novel for the sex scenes. She's felt the familiar tightening
below the belt, even ridden out small, delicate orgasms brought on by her own
hand or her pillow. She doesn't know if she wants to do… it just yet, but there
are things before that, right? Anyway, the part that matters, that's really
important, is the kiss, right? So if he kissed her, he'd prove that he liked
her back, right? Until then, she'd keep pretending, if only for the look of the
thing.
"I see." Axel leans forward, and Xion does as well, expecting a kiss. But he
bypasses her mouth and takes her ear into his mouth, sucking on the lobe with
his hot, wet mouth. "So…" He whispers, and licks it, gently, "this has no
effect?"
"N-n-none whatsoever," Xion whimpers, biting her lip and digging her
fingernails into her palms. She keeps her eyes open, even though she's got a
faceful of red spikes, and marvels at the scent of his shampoo, still strong
since he just showered. It smells like fake raspberries, but there's an
undercurrent that reminds Xion a little of her brothers, but only the same way
a kitten reminds one of a tiger. Axel smells like Man, with a big "m", and like
cigarettes and shampoo and skin, with something else that can only be "Axel",
although Xion doesn't know how to describe it. She wants to bottle that smell
and inhale it late at night, when she's all alone in her room and she can
dream.
"You don't feel anything at all," Axel whispers, and he lets go of her breast,
at least for the moment. Xion is about to protest (and drop the charade) when
Axel's hand slips under her shirt and against her belly. His hands are cool,
despite his recent shower. "You don't feel anything when I do this?" His
fingers grasp her nipple and pull on it, a sharp jerk that makes Xion stifle a
whimper.
Xion can't say anything, because then she'll make some undignified noise and
she'll have lost the game, although she doesn't know what the game is or why
she wants to win it. She just shakes her head, feeling the tingles go up and
down her spine and curling her toes in her patchworked socks. She almost -
almost - gasps when Axel's hand moves to her inner thigh, stroking the soft,
white skin with his fingertips. She squeezes her eyes shut, then opens them,
seeing Axel staring up at her. Up. When did he move down?
Axel smirks up at her, because somewhere along the line he managed to get his
head under her chin to her neck, and he's kissing and licking it, steadily
going down. His hand is moving inwards, until he's stroking the front of her
panties with one bony fingertip. "You sure you don't feel anything?" He
carefully slides one tricky finger into her panties via the leg and strokes
her… down there.
"Sure," Xion mumbles, staring down at him. He got out of his chair at some
point, and he's crouching in front of her, his head level with her chin, more
or less. "Not a thing." She's biting her lower lip, hard enough to leave
indentations, and she's still curling her hands into fists, resting against her
own hips. She feels ticklish icy nice things radiating outwards from where his
finger is, making her whole body feel electrified and twitchy, and she wants
him to kiss her, already, so that she can hold him and kiss him and tell him
that she loves him, because she can't do that until he kisses her. True love's
kiss, right? Alright, so he isn't her true love (well, she doesn't know if he
is or not, but she doesn't thing he his), but close enough. A small part of her
mind thinks that maybe she's grasping at straws, but it's pretty overpowered by
the icy sweet pleasure that trickles from down there to her knees to her elbows
to her breasts to her scalp.
"You're awfully wet, for someone who isn't feeling anything," Axel says, and he
slides his fingers between the lips she has down there. "I think you're lying."
"'m not lying," Xion gasps, her toes curling. "I don't feel anything." She
stares down at him, and her eyes are pleading. Why won't he hurry up and kiss
her? But instead of kissing her, he reaches his finger up to diddle her… clit,
that's what it's called, she remembers that from the romance novels she hides
under her pillow, and her hips jerk forward, pressing his hand closer. She
whimpers, an undignified noise, and bites her lip hard enough to taste blood.
She can feel herself blushing hotly, and it seems like she gets even wetter
down there, as if that were possible.
"And that was…?" Axel smirks, pressing down on her clit again. He leans his
body forward and presses a kiss to her breast, licking the nipple through the
fabric of her dress. The finger inside of her panties collects the wetness
gathering and rubs it against her clit, making her squirm. "For someone who
isn't feeling anything, you sure are reacting a lot." He smirks and takes her
nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, and Xion shudders.
"M-m-muscle spasm," Xion mumbles, bringing her hands forward and resting them
on his head. "Anyway, w-what would you say if I was feeling something?"
Cautiously, she pets his hair. She can hint at him, maybe?
"Weeellll…." Axel draws the word out, keeping the pressure on her clit as long
as he keeps the syllable going, "maybe I'd say you were a bad girl for lying to
me and not let you come." He slides his slick finger into her. "Or maybe I'd
make you come and then make sure you… return the favor." He is smirking at her,
as his finger curls inside of her and his thumb rotates her clit.
"Would you kiss me?" Xion blurts out, squeezing down on the new intrusion.
She's never had anything inside of her before, and it feels alien and huge. She
can feel how wet she is, feel the familiar tightening down there, and she knows
she's going to come soon. She wants a kiss, before it happens. To make it real.
Axel raises an eyebrow and grins craftily. "Do you want me to?" He crooks his
finger, pressing against something inside of her that makes her see stars.
Xion squeaks and nods, not trusting herself to say anything.
"What'll you do for me if I kiss you?" Axel diddles her clit and presses down
on that spot again.
Unfortunately, this is what sends Xion over the edge, and she squeaks again and
goes rigid, then sags against Axel, panting hard. Her nerves burst into flame,
for a moment, and her brain melts down and out of her fingertips and her toes.
That was… different. She'd never felt anything like that before. Is it because
of what Axel did, or is it because it was Axel doing it? Xion isn't sure she
cares, but she stares down at him dozily.
Axel slowly pulls his finger out of her and licks it, leering up at Xion all
the while. "Well," he says, and his voice is silky, "it seems you owe me a
favor."
"I d-do?" Xion flushes, feeling the stickiness between her legs and on her
thighs. All over her thighs. Wow, she must have really…. Xion flushes harder.
"I made you come." Axel sits back in his chair. He takes Xion's hand in his own
and presses it to his lap, where a lump is readily apparent. "Aren't you going
to return the favor?"
"Um…." Xion looks down at the lump under her hand, then up at his face. "Can I
get my kiss now?" She'll feel better for that. She's sure of it. A kiss would
make it real.
"Nope. Not until you admit you lied when you said you didn't feel anything."
Axel presses down on Xion's hand, making her squeeze the lump.
"I… lied," Xion says, and squeezes it of her own volition. "When I said I
didn't feel anything." She feels slightly dizzy. She's got Axel's… thing, under
her hand, and he just had his hand up her skirt and now he's going to kiss her.
This morning, she just thought that she'd maybe get a "hello" from him, never
something like this.
Axel smirks and leans forward. He presses a kiss to her forehead, a dry lipped
kiss.
"That wasn't what I meant," Xion mumbles, and squeezes him again, feeling it
swell under her hand.
"Then what did you mean?" Axel hisses through his teeth when she squeezes him.
"A…proper kiss. On the lips." Xion is blushing when she says this.
Axel rolls his eyes, then grins again. "Not until we're even."
"But I thought…."
Axel puts a silencing finger over her lips, and she notes absently that it
smells like her. "If you want me to kiss you, we have to be on equal terms
first. Since I made you come, you gotta make me come."
"And then you'll kiss me?"
"And then I'll kiss you."
"Well… alright." Xion squeezes him again, then blushes. "Can I… can I see?" She
wants to see if his red hair is red… all the way down. As it were.
"Sure." Axel leans back and undoes his belt buckle, then unzips his pants. He
pulls his pants and his underwear down to his thighs, then glances up at Xion.
"Well?"
"Well what?" Xion stares at it. It looks a bit like her brother's (they're
twins - they bathed together for years, and before puberty she knew his body as
well as she knew his), but at the same time, it isn't. It's bigger, for one.
The last time she saw Roxas naked, they were both seven and taking a bath
together, and she is done thinking about Roxas' penis 'cause… ew. Axel's is
big, and it's red and it's hard, pointing up at his chin. She sees more of the
red hair, including the trail that is under his navel, and she shivers again.
"How're you gonna do it?" Axel takes her hand again, pressing it against the
shaft. "Your hands? Your mouth? Your pussy?" He seems to like the way Xion
blushes at the vulgarity.
"My… hands," Xion mumbles, and she squeezes him, gently, to feel him swell
under his fingers.
"Don't squeeze, rub," Axel says, and covers her hand with his own, guiding it,
and Xion feels the wetness at the tip (like the wetness between her legs?)
spread along the shaft, making it slippery under her fingers.
Xion begins to rub the way he showed her, holding him in her fist and moving
her hand up and down along it. She likes the way he gasps, likes the way he
squirms, just a bit. His hips are rocking up just the slightest, the same way
hers did, and she likes that, too.
Axel's hand falls away from hers, and he lets his head fall back and groan.
True, it isn't wonderful, but it's stimulation, and she can get better. Will
get better. He's hard as a rock anyway, and Xion blushes at the idea that she's
the reason he's so hard, but it's proof that he likes her, right? So she
squeezes and rubs and pumps her fist, feeling it swell under her hand, relishes
the way his hips lift to meet her.
Xion squeaks when Axel's cock seems to rear back and spit on her wrist, and she
glances upwards, seeing Axel's head tilted back and his mouth open, his
breathing coming in deep, gusty pants.
Axel takes a deep breath and smiles at her. It's a nicer smile than the ones
before, and Xion tentatively smiles back. "Alright."
"Alright?" Xion is still holding him in her fist. It hasn't occurred to her to
let him go.
Axel leans forward presses his lips against hers, in a chaste, dry kiss.
Xion kisses him back, the hand not holding his cock going to his knee to keep
her balance.
When the door opens, Xion is still kissing Axel, her sticky hand pressed
against his chest. It's a proper kiss, this time, with tongue and lips and
teeth, and Axel is so wrapped up in it that he doesn't notice that the door has
been opened until he hears the yelling. He looks up to see Kairi glaring down
at him furiously and attempts to smile, while a humiliated Xion presses her
face into his neck. "Uh… it's not what it looks like?"
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