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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Axel/Xion
  Character:
      Axel, Xion
  Additional Tags:
      Het, Community:30_lemons, Outdoor_Sex, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-29 Words: 3162
****** In The Jungle ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     "Why the fuck is Xemnas sending a fire elemental to the jungle,
     anyway?" Axel complains about the heat. Xion is at least somewhat
     sympathetic.
The Deep Jungle, Xion has come to realize, is hot. Hot and very, very sticky.
She can feel the sweat running down her back, dripping from between her
shoulders straight down her back, making her shirt stick to her. She can feel
the sweat running down her front, too, between her breasts and down her belly,
as well as down her face. It stings her eyes, and she has to constantly push
her bangs out of her face. She glances up and sees Axel's sweaty face, and
decides that then again, it could be worse….
Axel's face is red, and he is dripping with sweat. His high body temperature,
which is an asset in cold worlds, is a huge handicap in this one. His spiky red
hair is plastered down, and he is panting hard. In between pants, there is
profanity. "Fuckin'… hate this world," he grumbles, glaring around the trees.
The clearing they're standing in, one of many clearings, is filled with hot
mist, and poor Axel seems to be almost melting.
"Maybe… maybe we should rest?" Xion suggests, her voice a bit timid. "I mean,
just until you're less tired, maybe?" She offers him a shy smile, but isn't
surprised when he doesn't return it.
"Only an idiot like Xemnas would send a fuckin' fire elemental to a hot, wet
place," Axel grouses, and sits down with a thump under one tree, leaning back
against it. He's in a ranting mood - even if he doesn't feel anything, he gets
into the swing of pretending to, and sometimes even pretend emotions can gain
momentum. "Especially a fuckin' rainforest. Why not send that fuckin' flower
boy? It'd suit him better, anyway." He begins to unzip his coat, revealing his
sweat soaked black shirt. It's so wet that it's sticking to him, and Xion can
practically count his ribs through it. "And what the fuck is up with these
uniforms?" He pulls the shirt over his head. "The fucker has a leather kink and
has to inflict it on the rest of us."
"A leather kink?" Xion watches him take his gloves off, deciding to follow his
lead. After all, it is hot, and her hands are sweating so much she doesn't
think the gloves would actually do any good. So she peels her gloves off and
puts them into her pockets, looking down at her sweaty, pale, wrinkly fingers.
"What's that mean?" She begins to unzip her coat as well, relishing (well, as
much as a Nobody can) the feel of the new (if still hot and humid) air on her
chest.
"Means he gets off on leather." Axel kicks off his boots and yanks his socks
off, wriggling his pale, wrinkled toes. "Wouldn't be surprised, fucker seems
kinky as all hell." He stretches, leaning against the tree in just his jeans.
"Gets off?" Xion shrugs out of her own coat, wincing at the way the sweaty
leather feels against her skin. The boots and socks follow, and she giggles,
pressing her own big (for her size, at any rate) foot up against his bigger
one. They're sitting across from each other, in the shade of one of the huge,
vine covered trees. Then Xion has a thought. "Hey, Axel?"
"Yeah?" He absently presses against her foot with his own, concentrating more
on the way the sweat is making her shirt cling to her, admiring her small
breasts. Because her shirt is white (and he'll have to ask her why she's
wearing a white shirt instead of the usual black, at some point), it's also
practically transparent, and he can just make out her nipples through the
clinging material.
"What's "getting off" mean?" She brushes the sweaty hair off of her face,
scooting to the side, until she is sitting next to him, just close enough to
touch if she reaches over. With this sticky heat, she doesn't really want to
actually touch. She closes her eyes, resting her head on the tree trunk, not
really thinking about the question, just concentrating on her breathing and the
fact that each breath seems to be like inhaling steam.
"Either jackin' off or fucking," Axel says, and reaches over to tousle her limp
hair with one hand. She does look cute, even as limp as everything is from
sweat.
"And what's "kinky" mean?" Xion shifts away from his hand - it's too damn hot,
although she hasn't ever said "damn" before. Well, now is as good a time as
any, right? Especially when she just wants to climb out of her own skin and
stop being so… yuck.
"Means you like fucking in some not normal way." Axel glances over at her
sideways, his green eyes full of trouble. "Hey, Xion, what say you we go find
somewhere to cool off? I think I smell water a few feet off."
"How can you smell water?" Xion sits up, wiping her forehead with her arm. It
doesn't really fix anything, just spreads the sweat around.
"I just can," Axel says impatiently, and leans down, grabbing all of his
clothes. "Come on. Xemnas can go fuck himself - I ain't trekking through any
more of this heat unless I can wash some of this damn sweat off."
Xion obediently follows him, her own clothing carried over one arm. She does
regret taking her shoes off - she nearly steps in something (or on something)
several times. But it turns out, Axel is right. There's a murky lagoon in front
of them, with a waterfall nearby. There are large animals - hippos, Axel said -
some ways away, but they don't look too dangerous. She glances over at Axel,
who is stripping his pants off and folding them into a pile on a drier piece of
land. "Axel, are you sure we're allowed to…?"
"If I don't cool off, I'm gonna melt." Axel runs his hands through his hair,
which is still more or less flat. He's down to his boxers now, and he glances
at Xion, then stops taking his clothing off. "C'mon, baby girl, live a little."
Then he snorts at the irony of the comment. "The water is cool, it's fuckin'
hot, and what Xemnas don't know can't hurt him, can it?"
Xion worries her lip, thinking. She doesn't want to get in trouble, but the
sticky heat feels like a damp washcloth over her face, making it harder to
breathe, and the water looks awfully inviting…. Xion wriggles out of her pants,
leaving on her panties and her shirt. She watches Axel look at her hopefully,
holding his hand out. "Axel, can I ask a question?" She takes his hand,
squeezing his fingers.
"You just did," Axel says, and lifts her up. Without any ceremony, he throws
her into the lagoon.
Xion shrieks and flails about, trying to keep her head above water because even
if she technically doesn't need to breathe, her body doesn't remember that, and
in situations such as these, the body always wins over the brain. So she yells
at Axel (as much as she can yell, without inhaling too much water) and
thrashes, looking and sounding almost like she has emotions, because even
Nobodies value their un-lives.
Axel rolls his eyes and jumps in next to her. He grabs her under the arm and
hauls her up to his chest, moving his hands from her underarms to her bottom,
squeezing it and supporting her with it. "Why didn't you tell me you can't
swim?" He demands, talking into her hair. The water is not, in fact, that cool,
but it's at least cooler then the air outside of the water, or the water in the
air. He can stand having another body up close to his, submerged as he is.
Although he doesn't want to think about whatever mucky thing it is that
squishes between his toes.
"You didn't ask," Xion mumbles into his neck, her breath hot enough that it
would be uncomfortable, if he felt like moving. Then she hits him on the back
of the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" Axel shifts, rubbing the back of his head with one
hand and supporting Xion with the other. For all that she's a tiny little
thing, the girl can hit hard.
"For throwing me into the water," Xion mumbles into his neck. She stays still
for a minute, her arms wrapped around his middle, then remembers the question
she was going to ask. "Axel, you said kinky means you like… doing that stuff in
a not normal way." She shifts, feeling her wet shirt stick to her like a second
skin. "So if there's a not normal way, what's a normal way?"
"The not normal ways usually involve tying people up or makin' 'em act like
dogs or puttin' 'em in diapers, stuff like that," Axel says, and presses
another kiss to her sweaty forehead. "Although I'm not saying those ways aren't
fun either." He presses her closer to him with one hand. His other hand slides
down into the back of her panties, to stroke along the crack of her ass with
one long finger.
"But what's normal?" Xion squirms, feeling his finger move further in. "Axel,
what're you doing?" She's perfectly fine with his bony fingers in other parts
of her body - heck, she likes them in other parts of her body. But that isn't a
place that she associates with putting things in.
"Well, this is perfectly normal, baby girl," Axel says, and he kisses her
forehead. "Isn't it nice?" His finger is inside of her, only it isn't inside of
her where she… normally associates it. He's careful, moving slowly, until he's
up to the second knuckle and she's shaking as she holds on to him. His cock is
hard and poking through the slot in front of his boxers, brushing against her
thigh. "C'mon, baby girl, don't you want to cool off?"
"Well, won't that make us h-h-hotter?" Xion arches her back, grinding against
him, because she can feel a throb start between her legs that is almost a
parody of a heartbeat. "Moving more, I mean. 'cause doing that stuff always
makes you hotter." She squirms more, rocking cautiously against his hand,
because, well, it does feel good. A bit different, but kind of nice.
"Oh, I always think you're hot, baby girl," Axel murmurs, and he almost winces
inside, because that… that was pretty bad. But he doesn't care right now, not
really, because right now he's going to concentrate on getting her panties off
and get his boxers at least down enough to free his cock, all the while
crooking and flexing his finger inside of her and trying to get her to loosen
her legs enough to get his boxers off and her panties off.
"Axel…." Xion squirms. "I dunno…." She isn't entirely aroused enough for this
to really work, although his hand is sending little tingles down her back.
She's interested, sort of, but she needs more convincing, at least physically.
She also feels some tiny modicum of embarrassment for being in this lagoon, not
wearing anything on the bottom and her white shirt pretty much transparent. She
hasn't seen anyone, but what if they're watching from the bushes? She doesn't
really feel embarrassment, but some little part of her brain says that she
should, and like every other Nobody, she pretends that she feels, and if you
pretend long enough, it's almost real.
Axel rolls his eyes and lets go of her with the hand not attached to the finger
inside of her. He makes her look up at him, putting his hand under her chin,
and kisses her, a proper, soft kiss, a hot, wet kiss that leaves her nerves
singing and her toes curling against his lower back. He can feel her tiny body
shaking like a leaf, clutching her closer to him. He breaks their kiss,
nuzzling her cheek with his cheek. He begins to kiss down, from her mouth to
her jaw to her chin to her neck. Then he needs to do some maneuvering, but
eventually he manages, although he regretfully (as it were) has to withdraw his
finger from her.
Xion squirms, then whimpers, leaning back, her legs still wrapped tightly
around his hips. She lets go of one of his shoulders, covering her eyes with
one hand. She can feel his hot mouth on her nipple through her wet shirt, and
it's a different kind of hot, because this is a hot that makes her whimper and
work as hard as she can not to thrash against him in order to not be dropped.
She whimpers as he sucks on her nipple, hard, then nips it, hard enough to make
her yelp and glare at him through her fingers. "That hurt," she mumbles, but
her accusatory tone is weak, because her hips are rocking and her whole body
feels electrified, like her nerves are made out of Demyx's sitar strings. When
his mouth goes to her other nipple, she whimpers and uncovers her face to tug
on his hair, gently. She's ready, now. She can't argue that she feels wet
between the legs - well, a wet that isn't the murky lagoon water or sweat, and
she can feel the beginning of an ache, the tightening and loosening of the
muscles inside of her.
"You want me, baby girl?" Axel presses his cock against her, just hard enough
to make her feel it, not enough to satisfy anything. He carefully spreads her
thighs open, the water at least partially supporting her. He's mildly surprised
(as surprised as he can be) at the fact that he's barely noticing the heat - he
can feel the sweat dripping down his back, but then again, that might be the
water. He carefully aligns his cock to her, looking down at her hazy blue eyes.
"You want it, right, baby girl?"
Xion squirms and nods, gaping her legs wider. "Please," she mumbles, reaching
down to help guide him in, and he slides into her slowly, pulling her to sit up
straight, so that she's practically impaled on him. She feels his nose pressing
down on top of her head, feels his legs shaking the tiniest bit as she wraps
her legs around his hips, locking her ankles. She feels… full, full from his
cock and full from the thick air she's breathing, which makes it feel like
she's trying to breath in fog. But it feels so good, in an almost larger than
life way, leaving her shaking and holding on tightly with her arms around his
neck, her fingers slipping from the sweat.
Axel growls, shallowly thrusting his hips. The way she's clutching him to her
means that he can't get too far out of her, but he can't complain, because
she's scalding hot and wet, and even if he can feel the sweat dripping off of
him, making his hold on her hips slippery, he doesn't care. Instead, he reaches
back, and once again, slips a finger into her. He twitches the finger inside of
her, searching for a particular… spot, even if it is on the other side. He
knows when he finds it, because she spasms around him and makes a high pitched
squeaking noise, squeezing him so tightly that his eyes nearly cross.
Xion whimpers, holding on to him as tightly as she can. She rocks her hips,
whimpering as she feels his cock move inside of her, feels his fingers move
inside her as well. Everything is so slippery, from her legs, with the heels
digging into his lower back, to her fingers, slip-sliding along his back. She
feels… well, whatever she usually feels when she does things like this, she's
feeling it magnified. Maybe the sticky heat amplifies whatever little feeling
Nobodies have? She's about to ask Axel about it, but he jerks his hips in such
a way as to grind against her clit, and she's lost in a wave of white sparks.
"You gonna come for me, baby girl?" Axel keeps thrusting into her, feeling her
start to twitch around him. "You like my cock and my hands?" His finger presses
down on the spot, right near her g-spot, to make her spasm again. "Gonna come
for Daddy?" He feels his own orgasm approaching, feels the faint pulse in his
cock get stronger. His legs are shaking so much that he is almost surprised
that he hasn't fallen down, except that maybe the muscles in his legs know that
if he does that, his cock will probably slip out of Xion, and he can't be
having with that.
"Y-yeah," Xion mumbles, and turns her face up to his for a kiss. She feels her
orgasm building up in her belly, slipping between her vertebrae and sliding
across her skin, and she doesn't have a chance to kiss Axel before she comes.
She bites his shoulder, feeling her whole body spasm around him, squeezing him
tightly. She shudders and shakes, feeling the icy lightning race through her
body, and then she goes limp, clutching him like a vine.
Axel growls and holds her tighter, leaving bruises in her hips. He hilts
himself inside of her, his cock twitching and spasming. He feels a bit like his
brains are leaking out of his head and into her, and when his orgasm is finally
finished, his legs finally give in. Luckily, he falls down slowly, so the two
of them end up sinking down, but still able to breathe. Their heads are above
water, and both of them are panting. He kisses her sweaty forehead and clutches
her to his chest, his spiky red hair pasted almost flat from the sweat and the
water.
Xion presses her forehead against his, leaning forward and pressing a quiet
kiss to his mouth. That was… that was definitely different. She makes a face as
Axel pulls his finger out of her, but she doesn't complain, because she feels
even hotter then she did before, feels the sweat drip down her face. The water
helps a bit, at least. The bits of her that are covered by the water are cooled
down.
"Aw, fuck…" Axel groans, leaning back and sliding out of her. "It's still too
fuckin' hot," he growls, and shifts his grip on Xion.
"It was your idea, remember?" Xion reminds him, still clutching him because she
doesn't want to fall off of him.
"Shut up," Axel grumbles, leaning back further, until his hair is under the
water. "I don't care how good the fuckin' is. I'm never coming back to this
world."
Xion snorts. "It isn't so bad," she says without much conviction.
"You're a shitty liar, you know that?" Axel hugs her to his chest, ruffling her
hair.
"You just wouldn't know truth if it bit you," Xion mumbles, resting her head on
his shoulder.
Axel snorts, but doesn't bother pushing her away or responding. That would take
energy he doesn't have.
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