HEY IT'S AN ACTUAL FIC FROM ME
Title: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG-16
Series: Kingdom Hearts AU
Notes: An AU that daiyaonna and I came up with. Kind of based off something we were playing, but still set in the same alternate universe. Why am I suddenly getting back into this fandom. )8 Axel/Roxas pairinggg. And mentions of a blowjob.
"Feeling a little illegal tonight?"
The question was loaded, its answer more than obvious: yes, yes, always a resounding yes when Axel asked him to do just about anything.
At three in the morning, when he should be asleep, knowing that Seifer’s room is just down the hall and how much he’d like to ruin his life just a little bit more, and there’s a tap at the window: “Hey Roxas, let’s get the fuck outta here.” Doesn’t matter where; maybe it’s the train station, where they talk about hopping the next train and getting out of Twilight Town for good. Maybe it’s a hill far outside the city limits, staring at the city’s twinkling lights and the stars that seem to record their every moment. Never moving, always moving, silent moments spent staring out into nothing and everything. Just a fairy godmother’s spell, though, and by the time the sun shows its face, he’s back in his room and listening to his asshole of an adoptive brother lumber through the halls.
Or in the middle of class when he should be paying attention, something about a War of a Thousand Blades and the three heroes who saved everyone from darkness, a text message: “Dare you to touch yourself, Roxy-boy.” Imagining lithe fingers curled around his cock and lips curled in a leering grin as one of the heroes fell to the Dark, a hiss and swift kick to the back of his chair when Hayner catches on to what he’s doing. There are a couple of discreet giggles around him, and Roxas can’t help the furious blush across his cheeks, resolving to turn off his phone, keep his hands on top of his desk while the teacher, oblivious, drones on and on.
On a free day, when neither of them are feeling particularly inspired to do anything at all, just laying against each other, both mouths sticky smears of light blue and sweet salt: “Hey Roxas, wanna make out?” And suddenly that saltiness is amplified, lips crashing together and teeth clacking painfully, but it’s wonderful and delicious and addicting and all things good in his life. The only thing good in his life, after losing his brother to people in the next town over and having to live with a dick like Seifer. Tangled limbs, bruised lips, warm afternoons and trading more spit than he’d ever thought possible, up until one of the other guys from the Organization crashes into the room to give Axel his new orders. The asshole. He never heard their whispers, how Roxas is stealing one of their best guys and maybe they should’ve just left him to get kidnapped by some pervert with a taste for young flesh instead of picking him up one rainy night. He never sees the black eyes Axel deals out on hearing things like that, wondering why Marluxia turns up his nose and storms away when he comes near. But that doesn’t matter.
It’s always yes, could never be anything but yes. And if someone had told him six months ago that he’d be sucking face with the asshole who almost busted them in Jafar’s store while Seifer was shoving skin mags down his pants, he would have laughed in their face, shoved them into a ditch or something. But here he was, here they were, and hey, the club was owned by Xemnas, right? Axel was an Organization member, it’s not like Xemnas couldn’t just wave his hand at the police if they got arrested. It'd be a little harder to explain to Roxas’ adoptive parents why he was in jail, but it was more than worth it for fiery kisses and passing touches that never really got much further than teasing jerks and jacking off into a tissue later in bed. It was worth it for the teasing, the afternoons filled with light, the days that had started to mean something a little more than just surviving. It was worth it to just be around Axel.
So it was another yes when Axel asked him that question, pressed together in a dark corner of one of Xemnas’ clubs, Demyx’s band going at it onstage and lights turned down just low enough for them to be almost inconspicuous. If no one looked too close, if no one paid too much attention to the couple making out in the shadows. Besides, what about this wasn’t illegal?
A half-empty bottle of beer entirely forgotten, the taste of it still somewhat faint on the back of his tongue.
An age difference of five years as bony fingers gripped sixteen-year-old ass. Underage ass.
Was he even allowed to be in this club?
So who really cared about things like indecent exposure? Especially when fingers ghosted along his cock, their positions suddenly changed. Tugged his pants down, a hot mouth and probing fingers, and holy shit it wouldn’t matter if Seifer took a giant steaming dump on what he called a life, it wouldn’t matter if his parents grounded him until he was thirty, it wouldn’t matter if the world collapsed so long as Axel never stopped doing that. So good, too good, gods but it felt like he would melt, and Roxas came with a dying angel’s moan as fingers wriggled inside him, a talented tongue and the bass line thumping in his chest.
What happened next was something like a blur, bright lights right fucking there in his eyes and loud voices, and the next thing he knew, he and Axel were seated on opposite sides of bars as a police officer walked away. To call responsible parties, get their paperwork, fuck his wife into the ground, Roxas didn’t know or care. He just wormed his fingers through the bars, tangled them with Axel’s. The older man just grinned, looking at him over his shoulder. Quiet as he murmured to him, so those fucking cops couldn’t hear him.
“Keep your window open tonight, Roxas. Got it?”
A slow, secretive grin.
Yes.
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG-16
Series: Kingdom Hearts AU
Notes: An AU that daiyaonna and I came up with. Kind of based off something we were playing, but still set in the same alternate universe. Why am I suddenly getting back into this fandom. )8 Axel/Roxas pairinggg. And mentions of a blowjob.
"Feeling a little illegal tonight?"
The question was loaded, its answer more than obvious: yes, yes, always a resounding yes when Axel asked him to do just about anything.
At three in the morning, when he should be asleep, knowing that Seifer’s room is just down the hall and how much he’d like to ruin his life just a little bit more, and there’s a tap at the window: “Hey Roxas, let’s get the fuck outta here.” Doesn’t matter where; maybe it’s the train station, where they talk about hopping the next train and getting out of Twilight Town for good. Maybe it’s a hill far outside the city limits, staring at the city’s twinkling lights and the stars that seem to record their every moment. Never moving, always moving, silent moments spent staring out into nothing and everything. Just a fairy godmother’s spell, though, and by the time the sun shows its face, he’s back in his room and listening to his asshole of an adoptive brother lumber through the halls.
Or in the middle of class when he should be paying attention, something about a War of a Thousand Blades and the three heroes who saved everyone from darkness, a text message: “Dare you to touch yourself, Roxy-boy.” Imagining lithe fingers curled around his cock and lips curled in a leering grin as one of the heroes fell to the Dark, a hiss and swift kick to the back of his chair when Hayner catches on to what he’s doing. There are a couple of discreet giggles around him, and Roxas can’t help the furious blush across his cheeks, resolving to turn off his phone, keep his hands on top of his desk while the teacher, oblivious, drones on and on.
On a free day, when neither of them are feeling particularly inspired to do anything at all, just laying against each other, both mouths sticky smears of light blue and sweet salt: “Hey Roxas, wanna make out?” And suddenly that saltiness is amplified, lips crashing together and teeth clacking painfully, but it’s wonderful and delicious and addicting and all things good in his life. The only thing good in his life, after losing his brother to people in the next town over and having to live with a dick like Seifer. Tangled limbs, bruised lips, warm afternoons and trading more spit than he’d ever thought possible, up until one of the other guys from the Organization crashes into the room to give Axel his new orders. The asshole. He never heard their whispers, how Roxas is stealing one of their best guys and maybe they should’ve just left him to get kidnapped by some pervert with a taste for young flesh instead of picking him up one rainy night. He never sees the black eyes Axel deals out on hearing things like that, wondering why Marluxia turns up his nose and storms away when he comes near. But that doesn’t matter.
It’s always yes, could never be anything but yes. And if someone had told him six months ago that he’d be sucking face with the asshole who almost busted them in Jafar’s store while Seifer was shoving skin mags down his pants, he would have laughed in their face, shoved them into a ditch or something. But here he was, here they were, and hey, the club was owned by Xemnas, right? Axel was an Organization member, it’s not like Xemnas couldn’t just wave his hand at the police if they got arrested. It'd be a little harder to explain to Roxas’ adoptive parents why he was in jail, but it was more than worth it for fiery kisses and passing touches that never really got much further than teasing jerks and jacking off into a tissue later in bed. It was worth it for the teasing, the afternoons filled with light, the days that had started to mean something a little more than just surviving. It was worth it to just be around Axel.
So it was another yes when Axel asked him that question, pressed together in a dark corner of one of Xemnas’ clubs, Demyx’s band going at it onstage and lights turned down just low enough for them to be almost inconspicuous. If no one looked too close, if no one paid too much attention to the couple making out in the shadows. Besides, what about this wasn’t illegal?
A half-empty bottle of beer entirely forgotten, the taste of it still somewhat faint on the back of his tongue.
An age difference of five years as bony fingers gripped sixteen-year-old ass. Underage ass.
Was he even allowed to be in this club?
So who really cared about things like indecent exposure? Especially when fingers ghosted along his cock, their positions suddenly changed. Tugged his pants down, a hot mouth and probing fingers, and holy shit it wouldn’t matter if Seifer took a giant steaming dump on what he called a life, it wouldn’t matter if his parents grounded him until he was thirty, it wouldn’t matter if the world collapsed so long as Axel never stopped doing that. So good, too good, gods but it felt like he would melt, and Roxas came with a dying angel’s moan as fingers wriggled inside him, a talented tongue and the bass line thumping in his chest.
What happened next was something like a blur, bright lights right fucking there in his eyes and loud voices, and the next thing he knew, he and Axel were seated on opposite sides of bars as a police officer walked away. To call responsible parties, get their paperwork, fuck his wife into the ground, Roxas didn’t know or care. He just wormed his fingers through the bars, tangled them with Axel’s. The older man just grinned, looking at him over his shoulder. Quiet as he murmured to him, so those fucking cops couldn’t hear him.
“Keep your window open tonight, Roxas. Got it?”
A slow, secretive grin.
Yes.