WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I WROTE SOMETHING, SERIOUSLY
Christi: I'm thinking of getting my writing skills back on. And Axel/Raph fic seems appropriate.
Zazzle: UWAH :D
Zazzle: WHAT KIND
Christi: NOT SURE
Christi: but, this is me we are talking about
Christi: so probably porn
Zazzle: I was thinking of a magical story
Christi: Oh?
Zazzle: Where Axel shows up in heaven
Zazzle: And is like
Zazzle: Sup |Db
Christi: XDDDD
Zazzle: uhu
Zazzle: And walks in on Raph fucking somebody
Zazzle: And is like
Zazzle: Don't mind me
Zazzle: Just finish up |D
Christi: PFFFFFFT
Zazzle: And Raph's like
Zazzle: aslghnnnnghhg
Christi: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Christi: [o-opens notepad]
When it happens, Raphael's first thought is, 'I need better security.' Admittedly, it came after 'Oh fuck what the fuck' and 'Stop looking at me like that' but Raphael can't bring himself to react more than emitting a, "Haaangh?" and stare like he's hallucinated the red-haired Nobody leaning against the wall of his bedroom.
The woman underneath him -- he'd forgotten her name already. Ariel? No, Ariel was last week.-- on the other hand, felt it necessary to dig her scarlet-tinted nails into the flesh of his upper arm, and he hissed and jerked his head down to look at her. "What is it, doctor?" (She remembered to use the nickname; he'd logged that for later) Her chest was heaving and she looked almost as irate as he did at being interrupted -- although likely without the underlying arousal. He wasn't moving anymore, and despite the sharp pricks in his arm, he was finding it difficult to move at all. He glanced up -- Axel was still there, dressed in an amused smirk. He waved one gloved hand idly and tilted his head, as if allowing the proceedings to continue.
Certainly, that was cue enough for Raphael. He still wasn't sure if what he was seeing was an illusion or not, but it barely mattered. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to the woman's neck and moved quickly. He closed his eyes; he couldn't keep them open or else he'd see Axel and everything would be over much too quickly. The woman tugged at his open shirt, seemingly oblivious to the other presence in the room, and Raphael preferred it that way. If she had known he was there, she might have clued in on the speed of Raphael's thrusts and how they were growing erratic and how his skin was tingling and how the words he was mouthing into her throat were definitely not her name.
She leaves not long after. Perhaps she could sense that something was bothering Raphael; regardless, his kiss leaves her with a sense of discontentment.
He doesn't bother to dress himself more than he already was; the woman preferred the feeling of cloth against her skin, so he left most of it on. He walks into the next room over, a small library with a large desk and a drawer full of condoms. Axel's sitting in the swivel chair, legs resting on the smooth finish. Raphael closes his eyes briefly, shutting away the grateful look in his eyes until he can mask it.
"What are you doing here?"
Axel shuts the book he was pretending to read. "Stalking you, clearly."
"Why didn't you say anything before?" He can't help but smile, just barely. Axel cracks a grin, showing teeth.
"'Cause you were busy. And I figured you wanted to finish up, got it memorized?"
"Sure."
Raphael walks over to his desk and sits on it, lifting one leg to rest on the arm of his chair. His feet are bare, and his pants are barely hanging onto his hips. The belt was left in the bedroom. He wants to ask if Axel has seen Mika yet, if anyone has seen him, what he had to do to get here, what happened to him when they were all forced back home, if he has his heart yet --
"I missed you."
And then Raphael doesn't wait for Axel to react. He reaches for the zippers hanging in the middle of his chest and holds them tightly, trying not to show how much Axel's presence means to him and simultaneously wanting him to know all about it. He wants Axel to know what he was thinking of, fucking that woman. He wants Axel to know that he's someone important to Raphael. He wants Axel to see how raw he feels right now. So when he kisses him, it's almost painful with how much pent-up tension comes out. Raphael knows he must taste like nicotine and wax and women's perfume, and Axel tastes like the antithesis of everything he is and at the same time everything he wants.
When their lips part, Raphael lets his mask shatter in an instant, a small sound of relief escaping his throat. The ensuing smirk on Axel's face is almost comforting, and his eyes flash as he takes in the sight of the completely vulnerable angel.
"I can tell."
Raphael thinks that having a lax security system is definitely not as bad as he once thought it was.
Zazzle: UWAH :D
Zazzle: WHAT KIND
Christi: NOT SURE
Christi: but, this is me we are talking about
Christi: so probably porn
Zazzle: I was thinking of a magical story
Christi: Oh?
Zazzle: Where Axel shows up in heaven
Zazzle: And is like
Zazzle: Sup |Db
Christi: XDDDD
Zazzle: uhu
Zazzle: And walks in on Raph fucking somebody
Zazzle: And is like
Zazzle: Don't mind me
Zazzle: Just finish up |D
Christi: PFFFFFFT
Zazzle: And Raph's like
Zazzle: aslghnnnnghhg
Christi: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Christi: [o-opens notepad]
When it happens, Raphael's first thought is, 'I need better security.' Admittedly, it came after 'Oh fuck what the fuck' and 'Stop looking at me like that' but Raphael can't bring himself to react more than emitting a, "Haaangh?" and stare like he's hallucinated the red-haired Nobody leaning against the wall of his bedroom.
The woman underneath him -- he'd forgotten her name already. Ariel? No, Ariel was last week.-- on the other hand, felt it necessary to dig her scarlet-tinted nails into the flesh of his upper arm, and he hissed and jerked his head down to look at her. "What is it, doctor?" (She remembered to use the nickname; he'd logged that for later) Her chest was heaving and she looked almost as irate as he did at being interrupted -- although likely without the underlying arousal. He wasn't moving anymore, and despite the sharp pricks in his arm, he was finding it difficult to move at all. He glanced up -- Axel was still there, dressed in an amused smirk. He waved one gloved hand idly and tilted his head, as if allowing the proceedings to continue.
Certainly, that was cue enough for Raphael. He still wasn't sure if what he was seeing was an illusion or not, but it barely mattered. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to the woman's neck and moved quickly. He closed his eyes; he couldn't keep them open or else he'd see Axel and everything would be over much too quickly. The woman tugged at his open shirt, seemingly oblivious to the other presence in the room, and Raphael preferred it that way. If she had known he was there, she might have clued in on the speed of Raphael's thrusts and how they were growing erratic and how his skin was tingling and how the words he was mouthing into her throat were definitely not her name.
She leaves not long after. Perhaps she could sense that something was bothering Raphael; regardless, his kiss leaves her with a sense of discontentment.
He doesn't bother to dress himself more than he already was; the woman preferred the feeling of cloth against her skin, so he left most of it on. He walks into the next room over, a small library with a large desk and a drawer full of condoms. Axel's sitting in the swivel chair, legs resting on the smooth finish. Raphael closes his eyes briefly, shutting away the grateful look in his eyes until he can mask it.
"What are you doing here?"
Axel shuts the book he was pretending to read. "Stalking you, clearly."
"Why didn't you say anything before?" He can't help but smile, just barely. Axel cracks a grin, showing teeth.
"'Cause you were busy. And I figured you wanted to finish up, got it memorized?"
"Sure."
Raphael walks over to his desk and sits on it, lifting one leg to rest on the arm of his chair. His feet are bare, and his pants are barely hanging onto his hips. The belt was left in the bedroom. He wants to ask if Axel has seen Mika yet, if anyone has seen him, what he had to do to get here, what happened to him when they were all forced back home, if he has his heart yet --
"I missed you."
And then Raphael doesn't wait for Axel to react. He reaches for the zippers hanging in the middle of his chest and holds them tightly, trying not to show how much Axel's presence means to him and simultaneously wanting him to know all about it. He wants Axel to know what he was thinking of, fucking that woman. He wants Axel to know that he's someone important to Raphael. He wants Axel to see how raw he feels right now. So when he kisses him, it's almost painful with how much pent-up tension comes out. Raphael knows he must taste like nicotine and wax and women's perfume, and Axel tastes like the antithesis of everything he is and at the same time everything he wants.
When their lips part, Raphael lets his mask shatter in an instant, a small sound of relief escaping his throat. The ensuing smirk on Axel's face is almost comforting, and his eyes flash as he takes in the sight of the completely vulnerable angel.
"I can tell."
Raphael thinks that having a lax security system is definitely not as bad as he once thought it was.