Dominion (Axel/Roxas, #7)
Title: Wallsex Dominion
Author: libekory
Claim: Axel/Roxas
Prompt: #17 ["truth"]
Warnings: Graphic making out and almost-sex, with a sharp edge.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts belongs to Square-Enix, Disney, and subsidiaries. No profit, no copyright infringement intended, for entertainment purposes only.
Dominion
When Roxas kisses him, it hurts a little. Like a snakebite, quick and fierce, so fast you might blink and miss it. He feels the round white teeth on his bottom lip, then tastes the copper faintly, then feels the pain. Sometimes he thinks Roxas is violent here because he doesn't know how to be anything else, even when he wants to.
Sometimes he thinks Roxas is violent here because he knows that Axel kind of likes it.
There's pain in the back of his head like a starburst, a flower blooming, a fire flaring to life, and Axel doesn't fight it, sinks against the cool brick wall with his shoulders and his back, lets Roxas step close and kiss him, claim him. Ignores the way the hurt twists in his belly, under his belly, works like Roxas's tongue in his mouth to make him hard. It's a little trickier to ignore the hand that settles at his waist, slides down to his hip, and steals between his legs to feel it.
The smug comes off him in waves. Axel can almost hear the purr in his throat as Roxas lifts his head, lifts his eyes, to study him unblinking with that edge of a smirk. It's the closest he ever comes to a _real_ expression.
"I like kissing you," Roxas told him once, in that idle, falsely-innocent way he had of being utterly, cruelly suggestive. "I think I can taste the lies."
The first half made his hollow chest tighten, and all of it made him laugh. He murmured then, "And what do you think lies taste like?"
Roxas didn't bother answering, just crushed their mouths together and forced his tongue so deep it was hard to breathe. He's small but fierce, fucking predatory when he wants something, and whatever the taste, he clearly enjoyed it. Otherwise, Axel knows he wouldn't keep coming back.
They haven't had sex yet, so they don't here, either, but there is a rough grind of hips, small and sharp, between his legs -- while he tries not to groan through his teeth with the clumsy pleasure of it. Roxas doesn't know what to do next and isn't willing to ask him, isn't interested in being shown how, but he knows this part feels good, and he seems to have figured out that the feel of his hard cock through leather turns Axel on. Seems to like being a horrible fucking tease in the meantime.
It feels good, even while he's scraping his palms up on the rough brick to keep from putting them places that will make Roxas pause and startle and stop.
Distantly he thinks that being bitten and slammed into walls and not allowed to touch really isn't his thing, has never been his thing. For half a second he wonders why the hell he puts up with this shit. But when he opens his mouth to protest, Roxas just fixes those white-hot eyes on him again, slits of ferocious neon blue, and stops him with nothing but a gloved finger pressed softly to his lips and a murmur of, "Shh."
And as his mouth goes dry and his knees go weak, he remembers. He puts up with this shit because Roxas is the sexiest thing he's ever seen in either life.
When he comes like that, minutes later, and Roxas asks him what he was thinking about, he gives the answer in lurid detail -- some nicely filthy fantasy with the blond spread-eagled and red-faced and desperate for fucking. The other Nobody blinks, and scowls, and stares for a few seconds before leaving him there to get himself home.
Really, of course, Axel hadn't thought of anything at all. He didn't need to, not with him so close, that peculiar look of deep concentration on his face as he neared the edge, the scent of him everywhere like dark, like his own cold light, like sex and other kinds of violence. The sexiest thing ever didn't need any augmentation.
But Roxas didn't come to him for truth, and he wasn't very good at it anyway.
Author: libekory
Claim: Axel/Roxas
Prompt: #17 ["truth"]
Warnings: Graphic making out and almost-sex, with a sharp edge.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts belongs to Square-Enix, Disney, and subsidiaries. No profit, no copyright infringement intended, for entertainment purposes only.
Dominion
When Roxas kisses him, it hurts a little. Like a snakebite, quick and fierce, so fast you might blink and miss it. He feels the round white teeth on his bottom lip, then tastes the copper faintly, then feels the pain. Sometimes he thinks Roxas is violent here because he doesn't know how to be anything else, even when he wants to.
Sometimes he thinks Roxas is violent here because he knows that Axel kind of likes it.
There's pain in the back of his head like a starburst, a flower blooming, a fire flaring to life, and Axel doesn't fight it, sinks against the cool brick wall with his shoulders and his back, lets Roxas step close and kiss him, claim him. Ignores the way the hurt twists in his belly, under his belly, works like Roxas's tongue in his mouth to make him hard. It's a little trickier to ignore the hand that settles at his waist, slides down to his hip, and steals between his legs to feel it.
The smug comes off him in waves. Axel can almost hear the purr in his throat as Roxas lifts his head, lifts his eyes, to study him unblinking with that edge of a smirk. It's the closest he ever comes to a _real_ expression.
"I like kissing you," Roxas told him once, in that idle, falsely-innocent way he had of being utterly, cruelly suggestive. "I think I can taste the lies."
The first half made his hollow chest tighten, and all of it made him laugh. He murmured then, "And what do you think lies taste like?"
Roxas didn't bother answering, just crushed their mouths together and forced his tongue so deep it was hard to breathe. He's small but fierce, fucking predatory when he wants something, and whatever the taste, he clearly enjoyed it. Otherwise, Axel knows he wouldn't keep coming back.
They haven't had sex yet, so they don't here, either, but there is a rough grind of hips, small and sharp, between his legs -- while he tries not to groan through his teeth with the clumsy pleasure of it. Roxas doesn't know what to do next and isn't willing to ask him, isn't interested in being shown how, but he knows this part feels good, and he seems to have figured out that the feel of his hard cock through leather turns Axel on. Seems to like being a horrible fucking tease in the meantime.
It feels good, even while he's scraping his palms up on the rough brick to keep from putting them places that will make Roxas pause and startle and stop.
Distantly he thinks that being bitten and slammed into walls and not allowed to touch really isn't his thing, has never been his thing. For half a second he wonders why the hell he puts up with this shit. But when he opens his mouth to protest, Roxas just fixes those white-hot eyes on him again, slits of ferocious neon blue, and stops him with nothing but a gloved finger pressed softly to his lips and a murmur of, "Shh."
And as his mouth goes dry and his knees go weak, he remembers. He puts up with this shit because Roxas is the sexiest thing he's ever seen in either life.
When he comes like that, minutes later, and Roxas asks him what he was thinking about, he gives the answer in lurid detail -- some nicely filthy fantasy with the blond spread-eagled and red-faced and desperate for fucking. The other Nobody blinks, and scowls, and stares for a few seconds before leaving him there to get himself home.
Really, of course, Axel hadn't thought of anything at all. He didn't need to, not with him so close, that peculiar look of deep concentration on his face as he neared the edge, the scent of him everywhere like dark, like his own cold light, like sex and other kinds of violence. The sexiest thing ever didn't need any augmentation.
But Roxas didn't come to him for truth, and he wasn't very good at it anyway.