Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
and on delicious here
Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
"If by dinner, you mean drugs, and by movie, you mean foreplay, I have both prepared and ready to go," said Roxas' amorous acquaintance. (He was determined to make up creative names for said man until he had a name...which on that point, he didn't even know this guy's name or if he was infested with crabs or something equally odious.) But he smiled, and smiled so kindly that Roxas' didn't think that he was wholly into this just for a wham, bam, thank you man.
And to what do I owe this honor?" he asked. For some reason, it seemed important, and he hoped he'd be able to hear it over the dj. "Surely it's not my obliging nature and desire to please."
"You're not having a good time," said the man, rolling a bony shoulder awkwardly. "And considering what a pain in the ass it is to get here and pay for all this dusty finery, it doesn't seem right. You shouldn't come out here pissed off by the drive and then go home tired and unhappy."
They stared at each other for a moment, the bass throbbing behind them, deafening and strong enough to be able to ignore the rest of the crowd around them. Maybe it was the lights, maybe it was the manipulation of sound, or maybe it was just 3 in the morning encroaching on Roxas' good sense, but Roxas actually considered it.
If he were honest, he wasn't having a good time. He came here to work off stress, which worked really weel with spasmodic gyrating and arm waving to help him tire out. But in truth, it was all lights and magic and very little enjoyment for him to ferry people out here and then to a diner.
It was sad when he was more excited about blueberry syrup than the awesome set and crowd he was supposed to be going in to. (But it was good syrup, at least that much had to be said.)
"Prove it," he said, suddenly ruffled. His inner bookfag senses informed him he had just crossed into emofag territory and never would the two meet comfortably. He was a man, he could totally take this without waxing My Chemical Romance on everyone. "Prove to me that I'll enjoy this," he said, adjusting cheap bracelets. (And it said a lot about the quality of them that three of them were already dimming from obnoxious green and pink to a sad pastel variant.)
The thin man before him only smiled kindly and turned him around.
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Whoever the crazy man he had agreed to have amourous relations with was, he certainly was not an invisible bike, and appeared to be quite skilled in making Roxas reconsider the whole idea of dancing socially.
"So it's like this," said the skinny-man-of dubious-origin, one thin hip pushing against Roxas' backside, sliding, "you tell me if you want it after this, or I'll go back to rubbing myself up against a turntable like an idiot. I'm gentleman enough for that."
Said gentleman took a tug and a long lick over the top of Roxas' ear, one hand on his hip and the other in his hair, and Roxas thought it a wonder that he didn't come all over himself right then and there.
It said something for nameless suitor behind him that he was so good at this whole primal dance thing. Roxas rolled his body and felt the lights instead of saw them, so great was his pleasure when thin arms wrapped around him (octopus ancestry, he thought, suddenly fond of the aquatic terror) and ground the enjoyment out of him with almost no effort. But rather than the hand that menaced his hip, it was the arm that wrapped around his shoulders and chest that he felt best, his heartbeat frantic and strong against it. It was almost embarassing how strong it was beneath his skin.
"Close your eyes," a voice said into his ear, and Roxas managed to forget about his inhuman terror of roofies and physical contact with cuddle puddle minions. He shut his eyes and almost felt himself take off from the ground. He had never noticed just how tall his partner was until he was forced to turn and hide his face against the cigarette scented and threadbare coat that was there.
The rocking perhaps embarassed him at first, because he could count on fingers and toes how many times people had walked in on him doing the selfsame act by himself, and faced with his sister Namine's incredibly wide eyes and horrified expression, it was hard for him to ever enjoy himself anymore. But his face was hiding now, and even if he did smell like menthol lights and cold winter air, Roxas didn't mid so much that someone was hiding him from his embarrassment.
It wasn't so bad to just rock there, hands gliding along his back. He was more than happy to have someone of octopus ancestry around for the moment.
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Which was what said ass pirate had been aiming for in the beginning. He had made as much clear, but Roxas had partially forgot that words were spoken. Or were capable of being said.
It was with a surreal sense that Roxas allowed himself to be hauled against the plastic of one of the speakers, still wrapped around his dance partner as though not moved at all, and allowed further still for said partner to sneak his hand from his hip and into his pants with little to no navigational issues, like protesting sweet faced Roxas.
Roxas would not lie. He could not tell a lie, or rather, his current state of being would not allow him to lie in the face of observation. He was hard as a rock. He was so hard he thought that The Thing from the Fanatastic Four, even with all his genetic mutation and scaly hide, could not compare with his own state of arousal. Roxas mostly could not lie for the sheer reason that the questing hand from his hip had a rather firm grip on the evidence of this.
Fortunately, he was far gone enough to realize that this was happening, and not care all the same. It was like that exam in American History, only this looked like it might end with a rosy afterglow and pancakes at IHOP instead of a nervous breakdown and ultimate acceptance of complete failure.
His breathing rasped, his hips were viciously pushed against his partner's own, and he could only just reach around those thin shoulders and grab a handful and mint-scented hair. He buried his head between that hair and a soft neck, biting his lip so hard he felt it split.
He had clever hands, this man, and Roxas was hardly one to say no to such satisfaction. "What a pretty face you have when you're like this," said the man, and smiled again. "Not at all as grouchy as when you came in here."
"Shut up, asshole." Roxas gasped, trembling.
Gasping almost as much as Roxas, the man said, "Close but not quite. Axel. My name is Axel. Remember to say it for me." Another jerk of those soft hands. "Say my name when you come," he said, lips againt Roxas' cheek. Roxas could hardly say no to such persuasion.
His heaving chest matched the one he was held against, and between the pain of the bloodied lip, the hand that was making good work of his desire, and the smell of sweet mint, he arched and gasped his completion so strongly that he had to wrap his legs around Axel's hips like a vice. That name burst from his mouth so suddenly and harshly that he was afraid he had been heard by the whole entirety of the rave.It was possibly the only thing that would have embarrassed Roxas more than his little sister coming in on his bathroom ritual.
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Well then, score one for Roxas' sexual prowess with vocal chords and hips alone. He would have strutted were he not so indisposed at the moment.
It was fortunate that despite the loudness of the bass and the general unhospitality of the greater hardcore house and trance floor that cuddle puddles seemed to form all the same. Even if there weren't, there would have to be an unofficial one now. Roxas had come so hard that there was no way he could have stood, much less unwrapped his legs from around Axel. Axel himself, in all his bony glory, had slowly but surely started slumping toward the ground.
It was after release that Roxas was suddenly able to focus more clearly on his unintended lover of the night. He was thin, yes, very fragile looking, but sturdy like wire and just as long and straight when standing. Red, his hair would be red in the sunlight. A strobe light passed through the shadow of it, turning it white and orange and vermillion. His eyes were closed, but Roxas, in a romantic fit that he thought he only experienced after a second reading of Catcher in the Rye, thought that surely his eyes would be green.
...
And obnoxious. Obnoxious like the Austenite that bought that monstrosity of a fanfiction that dared call itself literature. Obnoxious because said Austenite had been a tall redhead with green eyes that smiled entirely too much and came in just to irritate him. He was sure of it. Obnoxious like obnoxious Austenite becuase this -was- the obnoxious Austenite.
"Holy shit," Roxas said, with as much post release feeling he could muster. "I mean, HOLY SHIT." He could feel the smirk rather than see it. That bastard had known from the start. "Do you understand the level of HOLY SHIT that this stands on? And before you get clever and ask me if you're really that good, it has nothing to do with that and more to do with a 20 percent off coupon that was expired and you insisted wasn't."
"Do be quiet, Miss Bennet," said Axel "Try being content for a moment."
Once Roxas recovered from being called Miss Bennet, he demanded pancakes. He would need blueberry syrup and greasy bacon to make sense of this. And regain his honor. Being called a name from a book he reviled was more than he could handle.
Angry seizure dancing was emminent. Once he could walk without shaking at the knees.
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I would love to take glowsticks to one of my film seminars XD The lights would go down for yet another clip from Metropolis or whatever and there'd be me, glowing neon in the back row and thoroughly distracting everyone. That'd be awesome XD
Everyone keeps acting like I'm some sort of (not)saint for hosting this thing. I'm having just as much fun as everyone else! And I'm so totally glad that I had the idea before someone else snaffled it up XD
Yet again, thank you for writing raver!Axel&Roxas. We're trying to spread it on to as many people as possible (as it's obviously the best AU idea yet XD ), and it's awesome to see such amazingly good writing coming out from it :D ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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BB, why you had to go and mention the Febreeze? I really would, you know, my pixie cut would be awesome and fragrant. Also, I did not know there was dirt in Arizona. God, and I am kind of worried about you now, please to not get amorous with strange... males (XD) at raves, or if you do at least let him buy you dinner first. SCORE ONE FOR ME AND MY PERSUASIVE WILES, NAO U WRITE MOAR M'KAY?
"Hey, have you got any E?" --> asklf;skakfjakf. Didn't copy and paste that keyboard mash, I swear.
Oh, by the way, I figured out why people can't cliff-dive on the East Coast. My geo prof gave me this bemused look and said, "We're not in a very techtonically active region, any outcrop of that sort has already been mostly weathered away, and anyway, you want to jump off something that rises straight up and not something like this," and made a slanted hand thing + sad face. LOL fanfic research.
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The story is so exactly everything I hoped it would be, plus three thousand metric tons of pure awesome. Moses on a stripper pole -- bookfaggotry. I just, I'm, I can't even. Hand gestures. I got nothing. Nothing. My words are lying dead in the Arizona dust. IN A CUDDLE PUDDLE, DAMNIT.
(The sex was scorching hot. And Twilight Trio were unexpectedly awesome. I want to see Pence daaance. Octopus heritage and IHOP blueberry syrup and I just -- verdammt, too bloody good. Also, Roxas the emobookfag and Axel the Austentine? FOR SO MUCH ABSOLUT CANON WIN.)
Plz to be revealing thyself so I can shower thee with love and glow-bracelets!
CRAZY RAVER LOVE,
miarr
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LET THE ARM FLAILING COMMENCE.
♥ ♥
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<3's galore!
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if i'd know any keyboard-smashers inside out the next tenthousand lines would be filled with them so i'll just say i want to keyboard-smash but don't know how and anyway just freaking-fucking-hot and not just HOT but the story itself was just omg. o m g. i love you. so hard.
and this axel. and this roxas. bathroom, here be female at 4 am, please have new panties on stock cause if i'm gonna be finished i won't be able to walk anymore due to the 'shaking at the knees' like roxas. seriously holy fucking crappy SHIT.
who wrote this? i want to stalk this someone and read other fictions too. i'm an addict to this writing style.
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also, i hope you don't mind me asking but you're not german by chance? you've got some german quotes and other stuff on your lj profile/journal and i'm german myself so i wondered. well yeah. sorry to be stalking you :D?
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