Let's go home and get stoned.
Happy hump day everyone. It's porn time.
WARNINGS:
Yaoi. RoxasAxel. Yes, Roxas is the seme. Blood. Violence. Slapping. Unprotected sex. Lack of lube. ... Let's just say that it's kind of... out there.
They always had fights. It was always about the usual. Axel was sleeping around because he felt that Roxas was ignoring him and Roxas was ignoring Axel because he was sleeping around. Neither ever learned, but somehow they remained a “pair.” On the outside, they looked like the perfect couple to most, they never really fought in public, but there always seemed to be an air of tension about them.
Their fights always ended up the same. They’d scream at each other from behind closed doors and then they’d hug. The hugs would become kisses, the kisses would lead to sex, and they’d fuck until morning and promise for this to never happen again.
It was a vicious cycle and neither really desired to break it. Deep down, they liked it. Deep down, they never wanted it to end… it was a strange fetish.
It was the same this time. Axel had gone out a few nights ago without Roxas knowing. But this morning a panicked girl called the apartment they shared and was crying about a missed period while Axel tried to console her. He didn’t hear that the other phone had been picked up because of her hysterics. He didn’t know that Roxas heard the whole thing.
“C’mon baby… You can’t be pregnant…”
“B-but I’m late!” she sobbed. “My period’s been late for a week!”
“W-well… if y’are I’ll pay for the abortion…” Axel said in a soothing voice.
“HOW CAN YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!” she shrieked into the phone, causing the redhead to wince. Roxas stifled a cough (that, admittedly, would have been more of a laugh).
“Well, what am I supposed to say? I don’t want kids…”
“Me neither but I can’t have an abortion! It’s against my ideals!” she cried and Axel sighed exasperatedly.
“That’s a first-a whore with ideals.” He mumbled. “Look, baby. If you’re pregnant, fine. Have the baby. But I’ll tell you something. I’m not going to stick around to be its daddy or nothin’. That shit just ain’t for me.” He deadpanned. “I can’t make you do anything.”
Roxas had to put his phone on mute so he could growl. Axel was such an asshole… why did he love this bastard?! He didn’t know, he doubted he ever would. Probably because the sex is so goddamn incredible. He thought bitterly to himself.
After a bit more coaxing and smooth-talking on Axel’s behalf he finally calmed the girl down and managed to convince her that it would have been in the child’s best interest not to be born and she agreed to call back if any tests came back positive so that they could schedule an appointment at a clinic to take care of this ‘little problem.’
Roxas clicked the phone off and walked resolutely to Axel’s room, leaning on the doorframe, features set in a stern look. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the redhead to sense his presence. It didn’t take long. Axel looked up from a copy of some dirty magazine, yawning and stretching languidly before greeting the blond.
“Hey Roxas.” He said and returned his attention to a picture of some girl’s genitals. He assumed a bored expression and Roxas walked over to his bed peering over his shoulder at the images.
“Oh, Miss February’s showing off her goods?” he said nonchalantly. Axel made a non-committal sound. Roxas sighed. “I overheard your phone conversation.” He admitted. Axel looked up at him, an unreadable expression crossing his features.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Livid.”
“Mn.” Axel rolled over, threading his hands through scarlet locks. “I’m a bit pissed. I’ve got the right to privacy, you know.”
“And what about me? I think, that as your BOYFRIEND, I have a right to know who’s cunt your thrusting your dick into!” Roxas said, his voice rising in volume slightly. Axel grinned at the blond’s choice of words and looked at his fingernails.
“Mmm yeah I guess…” he said. He loved goading his lover on like that. It provided some weird sort of satisfaction-seeing him so angry. It was also a turn-on. Roxas’ face flushed and he lowered his voice to that dangerous whisper he used when he was especially peeved.
“Axel, you are such a fucking whore. Why can’t you be faithful to me?! Why do you always sleep around with girls?! Am I not good enough?! I hate you so much.”
Axel laughed, then. “You hate me? You hate me?! Fine! Why don’t you get the fuck out?!” he asked. Oh, this was going perfectly. He was already getting aroused from the anger in the boy’s eyes. He stared at Roxas dangerously, a smirk turning the corners of his lips up.
“Maybe I will!” Roxas ground out. He moved closer to Axel and slapped him hard across the face. That felt nice. Axel smiled defiantly. He did it again.
“Oh yeah, hit me baby… one more time…” Axel grinned toothily. Roxas let out a short bark of rage and slapped the redhead again, even harder, causing Axel to bite the inside of his lip. A thin line of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t patronize me.” Roxas spat. Axel’s tongue peeked out of his lips to clean up a little of the blood.
“But it’s so much fun.” He said playfully. Roxas lost control and hit him again. It felt so good to lose it. It felt so good to hit Axel. It felt so good… it felt so refreshing… it made him hard. And he knew Axel knew it. He vaguely hated himself for it-despised himself. This was a disease… society said it was. But… could society be wrong? He snapped out of his musings after having hit Axel a few more times. Hard slaps across the face, leaving angry red handprints on his cheeks and more blood trailing from his mouth. He couldn’t help himself.
He didn’t want to.
He forcefully straddled the taller man and pushed him down onto the very magazine he’d been looking at uninterestedly. Axel’s breath hitched and he grunted when Roxas put his whole weight on his thin frame. He stared up at the blond, fiery intensity burning in his eyes. He dared the boy wordlessly do it-anything to him. And Roxas complied with fervor.
Roxas crushed their lips together with more force that you’d expect from someone as small as him. Their hips met in a crash of feeling and he ground them together with bruising force. Something about the roughness of angry sex was so arousing that they just couldn’t get enough of it. He moaned into the redhead’s sultry mouth, thrusting his tongue in. His hands pressed along Axel’s sides pinching and twisting the skin painfully on the way. Axel let out delicious sounds of pain and pleasure alike, drowning the silence with his cries of ecstasy.
Roxas pulled Axel up into a sitting position by the collar of his shirt and bit his lip hard enough to reopen the wound from earlier. The coppery tang of Axel’s blood in his mouth drove him wild and he lapped it up thirstily. Axel groaned helplessly to the boy’s ministrations and tried to lean back but found he couldn’t. Roxas pulled back, and pushed him against the wall that his bed was pushed up to. He kissed the redhead again, hungry and raw, pulled back and practically tore his t-shirt off, throwing it across the room. He twisted Axel’s nipples painfully, nipping and biting at his neck as his hands continued downwards to undo both their pants.
Axel was being dominated and he loved it. He sighed into the abuse, and wiggled his hips in response. “Mnn I’ve been a bad boy…” he whispered seductively. Roxas chuckled and unzipped the redhead’s pants, questing fingers diving inside to cup his arousal. He bit Axel’s nipple, eliciting a yelp from the man and pulled his cock from the confines of his jeans. Axel whimpered when the blond squeezed it painfully, even going so far as to rake his short nails over the sensitive skin. He relished Axel’s tortured bliss.
“Yes, you have…” Roxas replied. “I don’t think you really deserve even this…” he teased, letting go of Axel’s erection momentarily as he undid his own pants.
“But you have to punish me…” Axel said quietly, hoping that Roxas wasn’t being serious. Roxas laughed again, a maniacal sound, and fixed Axel with a lethal stare.
“Right you are.” He grinned and ripped Axel’s pants off. “Your punishment today… will be well suited…” he mused, draping the taller man’s legs over his shoulders. Axel bit his lip, helping Roxas line his entrance up with his cock and waited to be impaled. Roxas didn’t disappoint and pushed his cock into the tight opening without preparation. Axel screeched at the pain, feeling his asshole tear slightly as it was viciousy invaded by Roxas. He thrusted in repeatedly, letting his lust get the better of him. He'd never tell Axel, but he was sure the redhead had figured out that he liked it on some carnal level when he had to teach the older man a lesson. There was something so... twisted about the younger being the dominant that Roxas just adored with that most primal part of his mind. It was like a drug, and no matter how much you got all you could do was wait for another excuse to get a fix.
Axel's tight asshole enveloped his cock, gripping him in such a way that he was moaning liberally now as he pumped his need into the willing body beneath him. Axel squirmed as he felt himself trying to accomodate Roxas' thickness so suddenly. He felt something that was probably blood dripping down to his bed. Well, at least that would serve as a bit of lubrication… He threw his head back, knocking it against the wall, eyes rolling back from the intricate mixture of pain and pleasure. The force behind Roxas' thrusts was such that Axel felt himself being slammed over and over against the back wall, air forced from his lungs. His back started to go numb and he smiled faintly, the room around him blurring slightly from sensory overload. Adrenaline pumping began to take his body into a state of pure euphoria, everything registering as pleasure or dull pain.
Roxas saw Axel sagging slightly and changed his angle, hitting his prostate. The redhead, caught off guard, stiffened as a strangled moan escaped his gaping mouth. He tried to grip the bed, the wall-anything at all-hanging on for dear life. Each time Roxas hit that spot within him, his body arched and completion came one step closer. When he finally came, it was like a wave of pure pleasure-pain washing over him. He screamed Roxas' name hoarsely, tears squeezing from his clenched-shut eyes as orgasm spattered over his torso and a few drops even landed on his chin. Roxas came soon after, his seed shooting deep into Axel's body as he collapsed bonelessly on top of Axel.
They were covered in sweat, breathing raggedly. Roxas pulled out of Axel, who was still bleeding slightly, and rolled over so that he was no longer on top of the redhead. Axel looked at Roxas sleepily and smiled in what could only be described as a drunken fashion, "Sorry."
"Don't do it again." Roxas mumbled in reply. Axel shook his head.
I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again. he thought before falling asleep.
WARNINGS:
Yaoi. RoxasAxel. Yes, Roxas is the seme. Blood. Violence. Slapping. Unprotected sex. Lack of lube. ... Let's just say that it's kind of... out there.
They always had fights. It was always about the usual. Axel was sleeping around because he felt that Roxas was ignoring him and Roxas was ignoring Axel because he was sleeping around. Neither ever learned, but somehow they remained a “pair.” On the outside, they looked like the perfect couple to most, they never really fought in public, but there always seemed to be an air of tension about them.
Their fights always ended up the same. They’d scream at each other from behind closed doors and then they’d hug. The hugs would become kisses, the kisses would lead to sex, and they’d fuck until morning and promise for this to never happen again.
It was a vicious cycle and neither really desired to break it. Deep down, they liked it. Deep down, they never wanted it to end… it was a strange fetish.
It was the same this time. Axel had gone out a few nights ago without Roxas knowing. But this morning a panicked girl called the apartment they shared and was crying about a missed period while Axel tried to console her. He didn’t hear that the other phone had been picked up because of her hysterics. He didn’t know that Roxas heard the whole thing.
“C’mon baby… You can’t be pregnant…”
“B-but I’m late!” she sobbed. “My period’s been late for a week!”
“W-well… if y’are I’ll pay for the abortion…” Axel said in a soothing voice.
“HOW CAN YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!” she shrieked into the phone, causing the redhead to wince. Roxas stifled a cough (that, admittedly, would have been more of a laugh).
“Well, what am I supposed to say? I don’t want kids…”
“Me neither but I can’t have an abortion! It’s against my ideals!” she cried and Axel sighed exasperatedly.
“That’s a first-a whore with ideals.” He mumbled. “Look, baby. If you’re pregnant, fine. Have the baby. But I’ll tell you something. I’m not going to stick around to be its daddy or nothin’. That shit just ain’t for me.” He deadpanned. “I can’t make you do anything.”
Roxas had to put his phone on mute so he could growl. Axel was such an asshole… why did he love this bastard?! He didn’t know, he doubted he ever would. Probably because the sex is so goddamn incredible. He thought bitterly to himself.
After a bit more coaxing and smooth-talking on Axel’s behalf he finally calmed the girl down and managed to convince her that it would have been in the child’s best interest not to be born and she agreed to call back if any tests came back positive so that they could schedule an appointment at a clinic to take care of this ‘little problem.’
Roxas clicked the phone off and walked resolutely to Axel’s room, leaning on the doorframe, features set in a stern look. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the redhead to sense his presence. It didn’t take long. Axel looked up from a copy of some dirty magazine, yawning and stretching languidly before greeting the blond.
“Hey Roxas.” He said and returned his attention to a picture of some girl’s genitals. He assumed a bored expression and Roxas walked over to his bed peering over his shoulder at the images.
“Oh, Miss February’s showing off her goods?” he said nonchalantly. Axel made a non-committal sound. Roxas sighed. “I overheard your phone conversation.” He admitted. Axel looked up at him, an unreadable expression crossing his features.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Livid.”
“Mn.” Axel rolled over, threading his hands through scarlet locks. “I’m a bit pissed. I’ve got the right to privacy, you know.”
“And what about me? I think, that as your BOYFRIEND, I have a right to know who’s cunt your thrusting your dick into!” Roxas said, his voice rising in volume slightly. Axel grinned at the blond’s choice of words and looked at his fingernails.
“Mmm yeah I guess…” he said. He loved goading his lover on like that. It provided some weird sort of satisfaction-seeing him so angry. It was also a turn-on. Roxas’ face flushed and he lowered his voice to that dangerous whisper he used when he was especially peeved.
“Axel, you are such a fucking whore. Why can’t you be faithful to me?! Why do you always sleep around with girls?! Am I not good enough?! I hate you so much.”
Axel laughed, then. “You hate me? You hate me?! Fine! Why don’t you get the fuck out?!” he asked. Oh, this was going perfectly. He was already getting aroused from the anger in the boy’s eyes. He stared at Roxas dangerously, a smirk turning the corners of his lips up.
“Maybe I will!” Roxas ground out. He moved closer to Axel and slapped him hard across the face. That felt nice. Axel smiled defiantly. He did it again.
“Oh yeah, hit me baby… one more time…” Axel grinned toothily. Roxas let out a short bark of rage and slapped the redhead again, even harder, causing Axel to bite the inside of his lip. A thin line of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t patronize me.” Roxas spat. Axel’s tongue peeked out of his lips to clean up a little of the blood.
“But it’s so much fun.” He said playfully. Roxas lost control and hit him again. It felt so good to lose it. It felt so good to hit Axel. It felt so good… it felt so refreshing… it made him hard. And he knew Axel knew it. He vaguely hated himself for it-despised himself. This was a disease… society said it was. But… could society be wrong? He snapped out of his musings after having hit Axel a few more times. Hard slaps across the face, leaving angry red handprints on his cheeks and more blood trailing from his mouth. He couldn’t help himself.
He didn’t want to.
He forcefully straddled the taller man and pushed him down onto the very magazine he’d been looking at uninterestedly. Axel’s breath hitched and he grunted when Roxas put his whole weight on his thin frame. He stared up at the blond, fiery intensity burning in his eyes. He dared the boy wordlessly do it-anything to him. And Roxas complied with fervor.
Roxas crushed their lips together with more force that you’d expect from someone as small as him. Their hips met in a crash of feeling and he ground them together with bruising force. Something about the roughness of angry sex was so arousing that they just couldn’t get enough of it. He moaned into the redhead’s sultry mouth, thrusting his tongue in. His hands pressed along Axel’s sides pinching and twisting the skin painfully on the way. Axel let out delicious sounds of pain and pleasure alike, drowning the silence with his cries of ecstasy.
Roxas pulled Axel up into a sitting position by the collar of his shirt and bit his lip hard enough to reopen the wound from earlier. The coppery tang of Axel’s blood in his mouth drove him wild and he lapped it up thirstily. Axel groaned helplessly to the boy’s ministrations and tried to lean back but found he couldn’t. Roxas pulled back, and pushed him against the wall that his bed was pushed up to. He kissed the redhead again, hungry and raw, pulled back and practically tore his t-shirt off, throwing it across the room. He twisted Axel’s nipples painfully, nipping and biting at his neck as his hands continued downwards to undo both their pants.
Axel was being dominated and he loved it. He sighed into the abuse, and wiggled his hips in response. “Mnn I’ve been a bad boy…” he whispered seductively. Roxas chuckled and unzipped the redhead’s pants, questing fingers diving inside to cup his arousal. He bit Axel’s nipple, eliciting a yelp from the man and pulled his cock from the confines of his jeans. Axel whimpered when the blond squeezed it painfully, even going so far as to rake his short nails over the sensitive skin. He relished Axel’s tortured bliss.
“Yes, you have…” Roxas replied. “I don’t think you really deserve even this…” he teased, letting go of Axel’s erection momentarily as he undid his own pants.
“But you have to punish me…” Axel said quietly, hoping that Roxas wasn’t being serious. Roxas laughed again, a maniacal sound, and fixed Axel with a lethal stare.
“Right you are.” He grinned and ripped Axel’s pants off. “Your punishment today… will be well suited…” he mused, draping the taller man’s legs over his shoulders. Axel bit his lip, helping Roxas line his entrance up with his cock and waited to be impaled. Roxas didn’t disappoint and pushed his cock into the tight opening without preparation. Axel screeched at the pain, feeling his asshole tear slightly as it was viciousy invaded by Roxas. He thrusted in repeatedly, letting his lust get the better of him. He'd never tell Axel, but he was sure the redhead had figured out that he liked it on some carnal level when he had to teach the older man a lesson. There was something so... twisted about the younger being the dominant that Roxas just adored with that most primal part of his mind. It was like a drug, and no matter how much you got all you could do was wait for another excuse to get a fix.
Axel's tight asshole enveloped his cock, gripping him in such a way that he was moaning liberally now as he pumped his need into the willing body beneath him. Axel squirmed as he felt himself trying to accomodate Roxas' thickness so suddenly. He felt something that was probably blood dripping down to his bed. Well, at least that would serve as a bit of lubrication… He threw his head back, knocking it against the wall, eyes rolling back from the intricate mixture of pain and pleasure. The force behind Roxas' thrusts was such that Axel felt himself being slammed over and over against the back wall, air forced from his lungs. His back started to go numb and he smiled faintly, the room around him blurring slightly from sensory overload. Adrenaline pumping began to take his body into a state of pure euphoria, everything registering as pleasure or dull pain.
Roxas saw Axel sagging slightly and changed his angle, hitting his prostate. The redhead, caught off guard, stiffened as a strangled moan escaped his gaping mouth. He tried to grip the bed, the wall-anything at all-hanging on for dear life. Each time Roxas hit that spot within him, his body arched and completion came one step closer. When he finally came, it was like a wave of pure pleasure-pain washing over him. He screamed Roxas' name hoarsely, tears squeezing from his clenched-shut eyes as orgasm spattered over his torso and a few drops even landed on his chin. Roxas came soon after, his seed shooting deep into Axel's body as he collapsed bonelessly on top of Axel.
They were covered in sweat, breathing raggedly. Roxas pulled out of Axel, who was still bleeding slightly, and rolled over so that he was no longer on top of the redhead. Axel looked at Roxas sleepily and smiled in what could only be described as a drunken fashion, "Sorry."
"Don't do it again." Roxas mumbled in reply. Axel shook his head.
I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again. he thought before falling asleep.