OOC; Axel x Roxas
Title: Missed
Author: Lyndsay (dopehatanima)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1, 204
Pairings: Axel/Roxas
Summary: Roxas returns from a mission. Axel missed him a lot. This isn't a real story and doesn't deserve a real summary. XD
Author's Notes: Rated for sexual encounters. I wanted to write some pr0n and this is what came out, so there isn't a developed plot and is pretty much just a one-shot. ♥ Also!!)!@$! This is the first yaoi thing I've ever written. Ever! Take that as you will.
"You're annoying," Roxas says, looking over his shoulder. There's no one there. Just dark, spotless empty streets and stores where neon signs glow from behind their windows. He rolls his eyes and lifts his hood over his head, shielding the town from the merciless bright of his gold hair and alarmingly blue eyes.
"How'd it go?" A smooth voice asks from somewhere out of sight. Roxas keeps walking, determined not to let Axel win at his stupid little games anymore. "Come on, like you didn't know--" Roxas feels the air move and suddenly both keyblades are in hand, outstretched and holding Axel against a wall. That cocky smirk doesn't let up, though, and Roxas pushes against his stomach harder, Axel fully aware that if he wanted to, Roxas could paint the walls red with more than his hair. He can't see Roxas' eyes, but he still shudders noticably at their fearsome gaze from behind the dark.
"All right, all right," he concedes, dragging out the words. "You win. You can stop trying to unlock me now."
"Funny," Roxas responds coldly. He does let go, though, and Axel breathes a sigh of relief. Roxas turns and Axel follows his footsteps as they walk towards the castle, a white blemish against perfectly dark scenery.
"Don't you have someone your own age to play with?" Roxas snaps, getting annoyed at Axel's tendency to keep 'accidentally' stepping on Roxas' cloak every now and then. Axel pauses, still grinning, as Roxas keeps walking towards the Brink of Despair, jaws clenched.
"They don't let me do this," Axel says, and Roxas feels a blow to his stomach and strong hands clenching his shoulders, pinning him to a cold wall with a sharp outcry coming from his throat somewhere. He can't see anything except the silver zipper of Axel's coat, and it's now that he notices how much taller the bastard really is.
"Asshole," he gasps as his back scrapes against the rough cement, tiny pricks of blood precious beads. Axel's knee presses harshly against his lungs, smothering him, and he cries out from the pain again. "Fucker," he gasps again, throaty and strained. Something in the back of his mind wonders if Axel is gonna kill him this time, but then he remembers that his hands are free.
A gutty, "oof" from Axel and Roxas is gone, drowned in a portal of darkness that disappears before Axel can recover from having his unmentionable bits squeezed so mercilessly. Dropping to the ground and curling into a little ball, VIII massages himself, gasping for air. Did he really have to squeeze him just there? "A simple punch would've been enough," he groans, summoning a portal beneath him and melting into the floor.
***
"Good work, XIII. You may leave."
"Sir," Roxas says curtly, striding out of the room with a little bow. I'll never get used to that, he thinks. The long hall stretches out for what seems like miles in front of him as he closes the extra large white door behind him. He knows he could just open a portal to his room, but he figures his lungs could use the extra oxygen after nearly collapsing into nothing earlier. For some reason, the sparkling white of the castle that bounces around the walls is appealing to Roxas tonight -- even the ugly reminder of the emblem engraved into the doors he passes doesn't seem to bother him so much right now.
These walls don't seem to mind his sun soaked hair like the ones outside do.
Maybe it's that glow right after a long mission, of being in someplace familiar again after so many days of seeing nothing but black shadows and yellow eyes.
Roxas walks down the hall, thankful that the distance between the Superior and the members grows as their numbers do. For a little while, at least, he's completely alone, and maybe that's why the vastness of the halls is so beautiful right now. Not bruised with black Organization cloaks, with arrogant snickers from his superiors. And not a strand of flaming red hair in sight.
But then he opens the door to his room and immediately feels fingers grip the leather from his shoulder, throwing him with a crack and a sharp cry as his spine hits the wall over the bed and he sinks down, landing on his knees. His vision is blurred with fire engine red hair and peach coloured skin brushing against his face. "Fucking bastard," but his complaints are muffled.
"Mhm," Axel hums, slipping a tongue in, letting Roxas bite his lower lip until blood drips from it. For compensation.
"Miss me?" Roxas groans as he feels long fingers pull down the hem of his pants and grip his stiffening cock, his scratched back now resting comfortably against a large pillow. The other man chuckles, blood splashing against Roxas' bare neck as Axel lowers his mouth and suckles on his collarbone. A low moan erupts from his throat when Axel pushes a naked finger against that lovely hole, and he jerks his hips forward to escape it.
A deep blue eye peeks open and Axel is staring at him, blood dripping from his lip down his neck, grinning wickedly. He leans in for a kiss, but Axel turns his head and their lips only graze lightly. "Axel..."
"Nope."
"Why fucking not?"
"I feel like... you've damaged my goods." A seductive grin. Roxas would feel furious, if he could feel.
"Flamer," he mutters, pinning Axel beneath him. He knew he could slip away just as easily, but the pervert always liked being on the bottom anyway. "Pervert," he breathes while pulling down Axel's coat zipper and reaching in his pants, wrapping a hand around Axel's hardness.
"Who's wanking who, again?" Axel asks, raspy. Roxas mutters something about not hearing any complaints and strokes Axel roughly, taking extra care of the head like Axel taught him.
"Fuck. You've, uugh, gotten good, mmm, at this..." Axel jerks his hips in time to Roxas, who seems to be grinning pleasantly at his work. Axel's face turns red to match his blood and hair, and Roxas loves watching his eyes open and close slowly with each thrust. "Right there, yeeaahh. God, Roxas, I--UNNGH!" Silky white escapes with a pulsing jerk and Roxas swallows his victim almost at the same time as his back arches to an impossible curve, one final wave of pleasure pulling the redhead under control with one long groan.
Axel opens his eyes to watch his friend open his mouth playfully. Just enough to show Axel the liquidy white that swims behind his teeth. The blonde tilts his head backwards and swallows, blue eyes laughing -- that look is so heavenly, so ironic -- before bending down to lap at the drops that escaped the corners of his mouth.
Fingers dig into Roxas' shoulders again, and he wonders if he'll have permanent bruises there soon too. Axel pulls him weakly closer to him and Roxas complies willingly, nuzzling up against his lover and wrapping an arm around Axel's thin waist. "Give me a minute," Axel says, planting a sloppy kiss on Roxas' forehead. "Your turn is next." Roxas bites into Axel's neck gently in agreement, rock hard and nudging Axel's thigh.
x-posted: underourblanket, khyaoi, axelxroxas, menage_a_treize
Author: Lyndsay (dopehatanima)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1, 204
Pairings: Axel/Roxas
Summary: Roxas returns from a mission. Axel missed him a lot. This isn't a real story and doesn't deserve a real summary. XD
Author's Notes: Rated for sexual encounters. I wanted to write some pr0n and this is what came out, so there isn't a developed plot and is pretty much just a one-shot. ♥ Also!!)!@$! This is the first yaoi thing I've ever written. Ever! Take that as you will.
"You're annoying," Roxas says, looking over his shoulder. There's no one there. Just dark, spotless empty streets and stores where neon signs glow from behind their windows. He rolls his eyes and lifts his hood over his head, shielding the town from the merciless bright of his gold hair and alarmingly blue eyes.
"How'd it go?" A smooth voice asks from somewhere out of sight. Roxas keeps walking, determined not to let Axel win at his stupid little games anymore. "Come on, like you didn't know--" Roxas feels the air move and suddenly both keyblades are in hand, outstretched and holding Axel against a wall. That cocky smirk doesn't let up, though, and Roxas pushes against his stomach harder, Axel fully aware that if he wanted to, Roxas could paint the walls red with more than his hair. He can't see Roxas' eyes, but he still shudders noticably at their fearsome gaze from behind the dark.
"All right, all right," he concedes, dragging out the words. "You win. You can stop trying to unlock me now."
"Funny," Roxas responds coldly. He does let go, though, and Axel breathes a sigh of relief. Roxas turns and Axel follows his footsteps as they walk towards the castle, a white blemish against perfectly dark scenery.
"Don't you have someone your own age to play with?" Roxas snaps, getting annoyed at Axel's tendency to keep 'accidentally' stepping on Roxas' cloak every now and then. Axel pauses, still grinning, as Roxas keeps walking towards the Brink of Despair, jaws clenched.
"They don't let me do this," Axel says, and Roxas feels a blow to his stomach and strong hands clenching his shoulders, pinning him to a cold wall with a sharp outcry coming from his throat somewhere. He can't see anything except the silver zipper of Axel's coat, and it's now that he notices how much taller the bastard really is.
"Asshole," he gasps as his back scrapes against the rough cement, tiny pricks of blood precious beads. Axel's knee presses harshly against his lungs, smothering him, and he cries out from the pain again. "Fucker," he gasps again, throaty and strained. Something in the back of his mind wonders if Axel is gonna kill him this time, but then he remembers that his hands are free.
A gutty, "oof" from Axel and Roxas is gone, drowned in a portal of darkness that disappears before Axel can recover from having his unmentionable bits squeezed so mercilessly. Dropping to the ground and curling into a little ball, VIII massages himself, gasping for air. Did he really have to squeeze him just there? "A simple punch would've been enough," he groans, summoning a portal beneath him and melting into the floor.
***
"Good work, XIII. You may leave."
"Sir," Roxas says curtly, striding out of the room with a little bow. I'll never get used to that, he thinks. The long hall stretches out for what seems like miles in front of him as he closes the extra large white door behind him. He knows he could just open a portal to his room, but he figures his lungs could use the extra oxygen after nearly collapsing into nothing earlier. For some reason, the sparkling white of the castle that bounces around the walls is appealing to Roxas tonight -- even the ugly reminder of the emblem engraved into the doors he passes doesn't seem to bother him so much right now.
These walls don't seem to mind his sun soaked hair like the ones outside do.
Maybe it's that glow right after a long mission, of being in someplace familiar again after so many days of seeing nothing but black shadows and yellow eyes.
Roxas walks down the hall, thankful that the distance between the Superior and the members grows as their numbers do. For a little while, at least, he's completely alone, and maybe that's why the vastness of the halls is so beautiful right now. Not bruised with black Organization cloaks, with arrogant snickers from his superiors. And not a strand of flaming red hair in sight.
But then he opens the door to his room and immediately feels fingers grip the leather from his shoulder, throwing him with a crack and a sharp cry as his spine hits the wall over the bed and he sinks down, landing on his knees. His vision is blurred with fire engine red hair and peach coloured skin brushing against his face. "Fucking bastard," but his complaints are muffled.
"Mhm," Axel hums, slipping a tongue in, letting Roxas bite his lower lip until blood drips from it. For compensation.
"Miss me?" Roxas groans as he feels long fingers pull down the hem of his pants and grip his stiffening cock, his scratched back now resting comfortably against a large pillow. The other man chuckles, blood splashing against Roxas' bare neck as Axel lowers his mouth and suckles on his collarbone. A low moan erupts from his throat when Axel pushes a naked finger against that lovely hole, and he jerks his hips forward to escape it.
A deep blue eye peeks open and Axel is staring at him, blood dripping from his lip down his neck, grinning wickedly. He leans in for a kiss, but Axel turns his head and their lips only graze lightly. "Axel..."
"Nope."
"Why fucking not?"
"I feel like... you've damaged my goods." A seductive grin. Roxas would feel furious, if he could feel.
"Flamer," he mutters, pinning Axel beneath him. He knew he could slip away just as easily, but the pervert always liked being on the bottom anyway. "Pervert," he breathes while pulling down Axel's coat zipper and reaching in his pants, wrapping a hand around Axel's hardness.
"Who's wanking who, again?" Axel asks, raspy. Roxas mutters something about not hearing any complaints and strokes Axel roughly, taking extra care of the head like Axel taught him.
"Fuck. You've, uugh, gotten good, mmm, at this..." Axel jerks his hips in time to Roxas, who seems to be grinning pleasantly at his work. Axel's face turns red to match his blood and hair, and Roxas loves watching his eyes open and close slowly with each thrust. "Right there, yeeaahh. God, Roxas, I--UNNGH!" Silky white escapes with a pulsing jerk and Roxas swallows his victim almost at the same time as his back arches to an impossible curve, one final wave of pleasure pulling the redhead under control with one long groan.
Axel opens his eyes to watch his friend open his mouth playfully. Just enough to show Axel the liquidy white that swims behind his teeth. The blonde tilts his head backwards and swallows, blue eyes laughing -- that look is so heavenly, so ironic -- before bending down to lap at the drops that escaped the corners of his mouth.
Fingers dig into Roxas' shoulders again, and he wonders if he'll have permanent bruises there soon too. Axel pulls him weakly closer to him and Roxas complies willingly, nuzzling up against his lover and wrapping an arm around Axel's thin waist. "Give me a minute," Axel says, planting a sloppy kiss on Roxas' forehead. "Your turn is next." Roxas bites into Axel's neck gently in agreement, rock hard and nudging Axel's thigh.
x-posted: underourblanket, khyaoi, axelxroxas, menage_a_treize