[KH2] - BLOW: Turnabout Is Fair Play (Xigbar/Axel/Roxas)
Title: BLOW: Turnabout Is Fair Play
Author: Xanthos Samurai
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing/Characters: Xigbar/Axel/Roxas.
Rating: NC-17.
Length: 2,147 Words
Warnings: AU, yaoi, explicit gunkink, foul language, disturbing themes (especially disturbing sexual themes), violence, kink.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own anything but the arrangement of the words on the page.
Notes: Oh gunkink, how I love thee. I love writing it, but it's something I don't let myself indulge in much. Inspired by the wonderful, the incomparable, the brilliant lostscore . I hope everyone enjoys.
Loosely connected to BLOW, but you don't need to read one to enjoy the other.
Axel’s fingers shook slightly as he brought the cigarette up to his lips, but not out of any sort of fear or sense of nervousness. It was pure stimulation that made his fingers tremble. He inhaled, feeling the calming, toxic rush of nicotine surge into his lungs and into his blood. It made him feel alive.
“I’m running out of patience, Rox.”
The words came from around the cigarette still in his lips. Axel lifted it away from his mouth with two fingers, feeling the familiar weight of a heavy handgun in his other hand. He stood in a peculiar way, almost listing to the right. He did it on purpose, to avoid putting weight on his left leg. It had been fucked up ever since he’d shot Braig in the leg and that bastard had returned the favor by practically shooting off Axel’s kneecap. To say that it had left him with a limp would have been something of an understatement.
The blonde in the chair glared at him. Axel had stuffed a ball gag in his mouth to keep him from making too much noise and he looked a little ridiculous trying to glare from around it, but Roxas had a very impressive glare. He still made noise too, but there wasn’t much Axel could do about that. Roxas always had tended to be a screamer.
The bondage schtick didn’t usually do a lot for Axel personally, but there was something awfully appealing about a cute blonde tied to a chair, especially when they made it so obvious that they hated it. Axel’s cruel streak was thin, but it ran down to the bone.
“I’m about to get really frustrated with you and I don’t think you want that. So let me lay this out for you, simple and clean. There are two options here. You’re either going to do what I want you to do, or I’m going to remove you of two or three of your five senses.” Axel ran the barrel of the gun along Roxas’ profile. It was so delicate, so refined… it would look so interesting if he were lacking a nose and a jaw, maybe an eye. Axel had heard wonderful things about skullfucking and had always kind of wanted to try it.
Axel took the gag out of Roxas mouth and shoved his gun in before the kid could start protesting again. He tilted his head to one side and forced the gun so far down Roxas’ throat that he choked and his eyes fluttered.
“Blow me, you little bitch,” he muttered through the smoke of his cigarette. “Before I blow you.”
“You’re stealin’ my materiel, Red.”
That voice. That drawling, maddeningly-nonchalant voice that never failed to slide under Axel’s skin like a poisoned razorblade. Axel would have preferred to hear any other voice in the whole fucking world at that moment.
“I oughta sue for copyright infringement.”
“You don’t own the line, Braig.”
Axel looked over his shoulder and out of the corner of his eye at the man who had just strolled so casually into his lair. His eyes went immediately to Braig’s hands, then his belt. The fucker was never without a weapon of some sort.
“Maybe not, but I have every right to laugh at you for stealing it from me. I had you give me a nice little blowjob about a year ago and now here you are using my line on this cute little morsel. What’s wrong, Red? Couldn’t think of your own shit?”
How the hell did Braig do it? Axel curled a lip, despising the man more with every word. He hadn’t even thought it possible to hate Braig more than he already did. He remained motionless even as Braig ambled slowly towards him. If he moved, he’d have to pull the gun from Roxas’ mouth and the kid would make a fucking racket and then all the fun would be over. Fortunately, he still had one hand free and he didn’t think Braig knew about the other gun he had tucked in his belt under his shirt.
Braig circled the gunman and the boy in the chair slowly, grinning like a jackal that knows it’s going to be eating well soon. He ended up standing directly behind Axel.
“So… you don’t seem very happy to see me, Red. What’s the deal? You not like me anymore?” Braig leaned forward and licked the back of Axel’s neck.
The contact of the warm, wet tongue against such a sensitive and oft-neglected area nearly made Axel shudder. And when the tongue disappeared suddenly and cold air rushed to take its place, Axel felt his skin goosebump. Out of sheer agitation he tightened his grip on the gun and heard the barrel rattle around Roxas teeth. The kid was still blowing him.
“Last time we met,” he growled at Braig. “You shot me in the fucking kneecap. That put something of a damper on our relationship.”
“It was only after you shot me, Red. Turnabout’s fair play, yanno.”
“Turnabout would have been shooting me in the leg. You shattered my knee.”
“Technically that is shooting you in the leg. And actually, I didn’t even do that. I just shot close enough to your knee that the shock wave shattered it. Ain’t physics great?” Braig grinned at him, showing off his slightly pinkish teeth. “If I’d actually hit you, you’d be ruined forever and I didn’t want that. You’re too much fun.”
“How lucky of me,” came the snarl. “So I get it, Braig. You’re here. You’re probably here to fuck me up. Who sent you and what do you want?”
“Do I have to be on a job to come see you? I just like checking up on you. Good thing, too, if you’re stealing all my lines to use on cute little blonde kids.” Braig pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and put it between his lips. Holding it in place between two spidery fingers, he leaned forward and pressed it against the tip of the one in Axel’s mouth. Axel stood stiffly motionless, painfully aware of everything around him - how Braig’s disgusting face with its missing eye and all the scars was only a few inches away, the muffled sounds of Roxas’ mouth around the barrel of his gun, his own left arm hanging dead and twitching at his side, itching to pull the other gun out of his belt, press it to Braig’s stomach and give the bastard’s guts some fresh air. Braig inhaled and pulled away as the cigarette ignited. He exhaled through his teeth, grinning at Axel through the haze of smoke.
“No, I just wanted to drop by and check up on you. But now that I’m here, I think I’d like to join in the fun.” Braig walked around behind Axel again and Axel tried to twist his neck so he could follow him with his eyes.
“There is no fucking way I’m-“ Axel cut himself off abruptly as Braig pressed the barrel of a gun to the back of his neck, to the exact spot where he had licked.
“There’s no fucking way you’re what? Going to do exactly what I tell you to? I beg to differ. No, you’re gonna do whatever I tell you to do or else I’m gonna shoot you in such a way that you will be paralyzed from the neck down. Forever. You know what happens when you’re paralyzed from the neck down? You’re like a big, warm, squishy fucktoy for whoever wants to play with you. Completely aware, completely able to protest, but unable to do anything. I’ve seen people do it before, Red. There’s a whole market for cute quadriplegics. And a mug like yours would fetch a premium, so you’d better be a good boy and behave.”
Axel saw Roxas’ eyes widen and he knew what the kid was thinking. If this one-eyed fuck drops Axel, what would happen to him? Axel wondered if the kid had any conception of how much better off he would be if Axel shot him through the head as he dropped rather than let him fall into Braig’s hands. At least a bullet to the brain was a quick death.
But it wasn’t over yet. Braig hadn’t done anything about Axel’s still-free left hand and Axel guessed that if Braig knew about the other gun, he’d have taken it. There was still a chance.
“I liked what you were doing with the kid earlier, so do continue.” Braig leaned forward, draping his elbows on Axel’s shoulders while keeping a gun pressed to his neck. “Make it convincing. Pretend I’m not even here. Really.” He licked Axel’s ear.
Axel actually felt his eye twitch. He looked down at Roxas and saw the kid move his head, maybe a nod. So. Roxas thought he should comply, eh? The little shit just wanted to save his own skin. In that case…
He shoved the gun so far down into Roxas’ throat that the kid gagged.
“Fucking blow me,” he growled. “As hard as you can. Or I really will shoot your fucking jaw off.”
“Oooh, so forceful.” Braig wrapped an arm around Axel’s waist and dug his fingertips into Axel’s skin. “You enjoyed it so much the last time I made you blow me. Maybe I should make you do it again. Get a little chain going here.”
“That’s really not necessary.” Axel made his move, reaching for the gun in his belt with his left hand, hoping that he could reach it quick enough to get the drop on Braig. He ripped the gun in his right hand out of Roxas’ mouth and whirled to aim and fire both at his hated target.
But Axel should have known better. He’d never been as fast as Braig was.
The two gunmen stood at odds, Axel with a gun in each hand, both trained on Braig. A thin rope of Roxas’ saliva dangled from one, silver in the dim light. Axel tried to ignore it and concentrate on the fact that Braig was holding his gun against Axel’s crotch. Axel was still hard from his and Roxas’ little foreplay earlier and the fact that Braig was stroking his gun up and down Axel’s cock was not helping improve his concentration.
“You’ve gotten quicker, Red.”
“Not quick enough, clearly.”
“No, but nobody’s perfect.” Braig took another drag from his cigarette. “So how’s this gonna work? You shoot and kill me dead-bang, but you know you’ll be useless for the rest of your life if you do that.” He slapped his gun against Axel’s thigh. “Quite the conundrum.”
“You could back down and I could back down and we could end this without splattering the vital parts of anyone’s anatomy.”
“Yes, we could, but that would require an uncharacteristic amount of trust on both our parts, wouldn’t you say?” Braig looked at Axel, but he didn’t answer. “Although, really, I didn’t come in here with the intent in my mind to remove you of any other motor skills. You started it.”
“I started it?” Axel snarled. The string of spit finally dangled too far and dropped to the floor.
“Mmhmm. All I wanted was to get a few kicks. You’re the one who brought violence into the sex, Red. You have no sense of fun. But from the looks of the kid’s little hard-on, I’d say he does.”
Axel turned his head ever so slightly to the side (looking entirely away from Braig would be a colossal mistake) so that he could see Roxas. Lo and behold, Braig was right. Axel curled a lip at him, absolutely disgusted.
“You little fucker. You’ve been sitting there the whole time, enjoying all of this? That’s sick.”
“That’s right. You tell ‘im, Red.” Braig dropped his arm when Axel turned away to face Roxas fully. This was turning out to be even more fun that he’d expected. “So what are you gonna do?”
“...I’m gonna make good on a little promise I made earlier. I’m gonna remove him of two or three of his senses and then put him out of his misery.” Axel pointed both his guns point-blank at the kid’s face.
“Don’t kill him. There’s a lot of fun to be had with cute, mutilated blonde kids with a gun fetish.” Braig nibbled a nail thoughtfully as he looked Roxas over.
“I hate to admit it, but you’re right. Do you have anything in mind?”
Roxas stared up at the both of them, watching wide-eyed and unable to speak because the gun had rubbed his throat raw. He pulled at the ropes tying him to his chair, but no avail. He was stuck. He pulled so hard that the chair’s legs rattled against the floor.
“Yanno… I think he’d make a cute quadriplegic.”
Author: Xanthos Samurai
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing/Characters: Xigbar/Axel/Roxas.
Rating: NC-17.
Length: 2,147 Words
Warnings: AU, yaoi, explicit gunkink, foul language, disturbing themes (especially disturbing sexual themes), violence, kink.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own anything but the arrangement of the words on the page.
Notes: Oh gunkink, how I love thee. I love writing it, but it's something I don't let myself indulge in much. Inspired by the wonderful, the incomparable, the brilliant lostscore . I hope everyone enjoys.
Loosely connected to BLOW, but you don't need to read one to enjoy the other.
Axel’s fingers shook slightly as he brought the cigarette up to his lips, but not out of any sort of fear or sense of nervousness. It was pure stimulation that made his fingers tremble. He inhaled, feeling the calming, toxic rush of nicotine surge into his lungs and into his blood. It made him feel alive.
“I’m running out of patience, Rox.”
The words came from around the cigarette still in his lips. Axel lifted it away from his mouth with two fingers, feeling the familiar weight of a heavy handgun in his other hand. He stood in a peculiar way, almost listing to the right. He did it on purpose, to avoid putting weight on his left leg. It had been fucked up ever since he’d shot Braig in the leg and that bastard had returned the favor by practically shooting off Axel’s kneecap. To say that it had left him with a limp would have been something of an understatement.
The blonde in the chair glared at him. Axel had stuffed a ball gag in his mouth to keep him from making too much noise and he looked a little ridiculous trying to glare from around it, but Roxas had a very impressive glare. He still made noise too, but there wasn’t much Axel could do about that. Roxas always had tended to be a screamer.
The bondage schtick didn’t usually do a lot for Axel personally, but there was something awfully appealing about a cute blonde tied to a chair, especially when they made it so obvious that they hated it. Axel’s cruel streak was thin, but it ran down to the bone.
“I’m about to get really frustrated with you and I don’t think you want that. So let me lay this out for you, simple and clean. There are two options here. You’re either going to do what I want you to do, or I’m going to remove you of two or three of your five senses.” Axel ran the barrel of the gun along Roxas’ profile. It was so delicate, so refined… it would look so interesting if he were lacking a nose and a jaw, maybe an eye. Axel had heard wonderful things about skullfucking and had always kind of wanted to try it.
Axel took the gag out of Roxas mouth and shoved his gun in before the kid could start protesting again. He tilted his head to one side and forced the gun so far down Roxas’ throat that he choked and his eyes fluttered.
“Blow me, you little bitch,” he muttered through the smoke of his cigarette. “Before I blow you.”
“You’re stealin’ my materiel, Red.”
That voice. That drawling, maddeningly-nonchalant voice that never failed to slide under Axel’s skin like a poisoned razorblade. Axel would have preferred to hear any other voice in the whole fucking world at that moment.
“I oughta sue for copyright infringement.”
“You don’t own the line, Braig.”
Axel looked over his shoulder and out of the corner of his eye at the man who had just strolled so casually into his lair. His eyes went immediately to Braig’s hands, then his belt. The fucker was never without a weapon of some sort.
“Maybe not, but I have every right to laugh at you for stealing it from me. I had you give me a nice little blowjob about a year ago and now here you are using my line on this cute little morsel. What’s wrong, Red? Couldn’t think of your own shit?”
How the hell did Braig do it? Axel curled a lip, despising the man more with every word. He hadn’t even thought it possible to hate Braig more than he already did. He remained motionless even as Braig ambled slowly towards him. If he moved, he’d have to pull the gun from Roxas’ mouth and the kid would make a fucking racket and then all the fun would be over. Fortunately, he still had one hand free and he didn’t think Braig knew about the other gun he had tucked in his belt under his shirt.
Braig circled the gunman and the boy in the chair slowly, grinning like a jackal that knows it’s going to be eating well soon. He ended up standing directly behind Axel.
“So… you don’t seem very happy to see me, Red. What’s the deal? You not like me anymore?” Braig leaned forward and licked the back of Axel’s neck.
The contact of the warm, wet tongue against such a sensitive and oft-neglected area nearly made Axel shudder. And when the tongue disappeared suddenly and cold air rushed to take its place, Axel felt his skin goosebump. Out of sheer agitation he tightened his grip on the gun and heard the barrel rattle around Roxas teeth. The kid was still blowing him.
“Last time we met,” he growled at Braig. “You shot me in the fucking kneecap. That put something of a damper on our relationship.”
“It was only after you shot me, Red. Turnabout’s fair play, yanno.”
“Turnabout would have been shooting me in the leg. You shattered my knee.”
“Technically that is shooting you in the leg. And actually, I didn’t even do that. I just shot close enough to your knee that the shock wave shattered it. Ain’t physics great?” Braig grinned at him, showing off his slightly pinkish teeth. “If I’d actually hit you, you’d be ruined forever and I didn’t want that. You’re too much fun.”
“How lucky of me,” came the snarl. “So I get it, Braig. You’re here. You’re probably here to fuck me up. Who sent you and what do you want?”
“Do I have to be on a job to come see you? I just like checking up on you. Good thing, too, if you’re stealing all my lines to use on cute little blonde kids.” Braig pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and put it between his lips. Holding it in place between two spidery fingers, he leaned forward and pressed it against the tip of the one in Axel’s mouth. Axel stood stiffly motionless, painfully aware of everything around him - how Braig’s disgusting face with its missing eye and all the scars was only a few inches away, the muffled sounds of Roxas’ mouth around the barrel of his gun, his own left arm hanging dead and twitching at his side, itching to pull the other gun out of his belt, press it to Braig’s stomach and give the bastard’s guts some fresh air. Braig inhaled and pulled away as the cigarette ignited. He exhaled through his teeth, grinning at Axel through the haze of smoke.
“No, I just wanted to drop by and check up on you. But now that I’m here, I think I’d like to join in the fun.” Braig walked around behind Axel again and Axel tried to twist his neck so he could follow him with his eyes.
“There is no fucking way I’m-“ Axel cut himself off abruptly as Braig pressed the barrel of a gun to the back of his neck, to the exact spot where he had licked.
“There’s no fucking way you’re what? Going to do exactly what I tell you to? I beg to differ. No, you’re gonna do whatever I tell you to do or else I’m gonna shoot you in such a way that you will be paralyzed from the neck down. Forever. You know what happens when you’re paralyzed from the neck down? You’re like a big, warm, squishy fucktoy for whoever wants to play with you. Completely aware, completely able to protest, but unable to do anything. I’ve seen people do it before, Red. There’s a whole market for cute quadriplegics. And a mug like yours would fetch a premium, so you’d better be a good boy and behave.”
Axel saw Roxas’ eyes widen and he knew what the kid was thinking. If this one-eyed fuck drops Axel, what would happen to him? Axel wondered if the kid had any conception of how much better off he would be if Axel shot him through the head as he dropped rather than let him fall into Braig’s hands. At least a bullet to the brain was a quick death.
But it wasn’t over yet. Braig hadn’t done anything about Axel’s still-free left hand and Axel guessed that if Braig knew about the other gun, he’d have taken it. There was still a chance.
“I liked what you were doing with the kid earlier, so do continue.” Braig leaned forward, draping his elbows on Axel’s shoulders while keeping a gun pressed to his neck. “Make it convincing. Pretend I’m not even here. Really.” He licked Axel’s ear.
Axel actually felt his eye twitch. He looked down at Roxas and saw the kid move his head, maybe a nod. So. Roxas thought he should comply, eh? The little shit just wanted to save his own skin. In that case…
He shoved the gun so far down into Roxas’ throat that the kid gagged.
“Fucking blow me,” he growled. “As hard as you can. Or I really will shoot your fucking jaw off.”
“Oooh, so forceful.” Braig wrapped an arm around Axel’s waist and dug his fingertips into Axel’s skin. “You enjoyed it so much the last time I made you blow me. Maybe I should make you do it again. Get a little chain going here.”
“That’s really not necessary.” Axel made his move, reaching for the gun in his belt with his left hand, hoping that he could reach it quick enough to get the drop on Braig. He ripped the gun in his right hand out of Roxas’ mouth and whirled to aim and fire both at his hated target.
But Axel should have known better. He’d never been as fast as Braig was.
The two gunmen stood at odds, Axel with a gun in each hand, both trained on Braig. A thin rope of Roxas’ saliva dangled from one, silver in the dim light. Axel tried to ignore it and concentrate on the fact that Braig was holding his gun against Axel’s crotch. Axel was still hard from his and Roxas’ little foreplay earlier and the fact that Braig was stroking his gun up and down Axel’s cock was not helping improve his concentration.
“You’ve gotten quicker, Red.”
“Not quick enough, clearly.”
“No, but nobody’s perfect.” Braig took another drag from his cigarette. “So how’s this gonna work? You shoot and kill me dead-bang, but you know you’ll be useless for the rest of your life if you do that.” He slapped his gun against Axel’s thigh. “Quite the conundrum.”
“You could back down and I could back down and we could end this without splattering the vital parts of anyone’s anatomy.”
“Yes, we could, but that would require an uncharacteristic amount of trust on both our parts, wouldn’t you say?” Braig looked at Axel, but he didn’t answer. “Although, really, I didn’t come in here with the intent in my mind to remove you of any other motor skills. You started it.”
“I started it?” Axel snarled. The string of spit finally dangled too far and dropped to the floor.
“Mmhmm. All I wanted was to get a few kicks. You’re the one who brought violence into the sex, Red. You have no sense of fun. But from the looks of the kid’s little hard-on, I’d say he does.”
Axel turned his head ever so slightly to the side (looking entirely away from Braig would be a colossal mistake) so that he could see Roxas. Lo and behold, Braig was right. Axel curled a lip at him, absolutely disgusted.
“You little fucker. You’ve been sitting there the whole time, enjoying all of this? That’s sick.”
“That’s right. You tell ‘im, Red.” Braig dropped his arm when Axel turned away to face Roxas fully. This was turning out to be even more fun that he’d expected. “So what are you gonna do?”
“...I’m gonna make good on a little promise I made earlier. I’m gonna remove him of two or three of his senses and then put him out of his misery.” Axel pointed both his guns point-blank at the kid’s face.
“Don’t kill him. There’s a lot of fun to be had with cute, mutilated blonde kids with a gun fetish.” Braig nibbled a nail thoughtfully as he looked Roxas over.
“I hate to admit it, but you’re right. Do you have anything in mind?”
Roxas stared up at the both of them, watching wide-eyed and unable to speak because the gun had rubbed his throat raw. He pulled at the ropes tying him to his chair, but no avail. He was stuck. He pulled so hard that the chair’s legs rattled against the floor.
“Yanno… I think he’d make a cute quadriplegic.”