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Love:: Misunderstanding
By : hachi-miitsu
Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe
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Shu shu shu~ I feel like a veggie today. You know, I always said save the cows, eat the vegetarians but lately... meh. Nevermind xD No songs were used in the chapter and uh...Fuck! Just read already x33

Chapter Ten: The Morning After
Roxas cleared his throat awkwardly as Axel took a seat on the bed. It dipped under his weight, but didn't groan and creak and…sing like it had the last time both males had occupied its cushy surface. And the time before that. And the time before that….
They were both in varying degrees of clothing now, having decided it was ample time for a break. Axel chose to just laze about in pajama bottoms that rode up to his shins while Roxas opted on a more sedate t-shirt and flannel pant ensemble.
The blonde avoided his lover's eyes. It was a pride thing. Who was that before? That wasn't him. It couldn't have been him. Roxas was calm and composed. He wasn't that writhing, moaning, slutty mess that Axel reduced him to. That was someone else.
"Rox?"
How were two people…two friends supposed to act after the passion died? After the sex, the embarrassment, after the delirium and haze that came when one lost themselves in their dirtiest, most hedonistic desires. How were they supposed to act when there was no need to touch, when there was now a chance to talk. What was there to talk about?
Certainly not parents, or lack thereof on both sides. Roxas didn't need to worry about keeping Axel from home. School? No…there wasn't much there they could discuss either. It was too soon to think about daily activities like that. Too soon for normal.
"Rox? Hey, are you okay?"
They couldn't go back. How many days had they spent in here? How many times had they…?
Axel didn't look as stiff as the smaller boy. No, he looked like the perfect portrait of nonchalance like they'd done this…
Of course it was natural now. Roxas had been molded, trained by muscle memory, by those large hands.
Axel scratched his scalp and scowled at the plethora of emotions flitting across Roxas's face. There was something wrong. He'd managed to break down that wall, to help his frie—his lover escape the pain he was feeling but it seemed some of that was coming back now. With a vengeance.
He tried to soothe the overt tension by sliding a hand over to cup Roxas's thigh. There were no coiled muscles like he expected…no reaction at all actually. Green eyes narrowed as his face crinkled with a deeper frown.
"What was I thinking", Roxas groaned, his exterior finally crumbling as he dropped his face into his palms. After the couch, they'd proceeded to christen every square inch of carpet, the shower, and only half the kitchen counters. He must've looked like such pathetic moron, carrying on like that. Even now his body throbbed eagerly at the memories of their not so distant past.
It wasn't just his body that had been stripped bare by their…activities though. No, Axel was now privy to a part of him that Roxas himself chose not to acknowledge most of the time.
Unbeknownst to the distraught teen, the redhead flinched and made to scoot away for coming to a conclusion of a much different sort.
It had been a mistake. All of it.
"Axel I'm—"
He should've never given in. He should've tried harder to fight the blonde off.
"—so sorry. I—"
It was his fault. Now they couldn't even be friends. Now Roxas was going to push him out of his life forever.
"—don't know how to say this but…"
I hate you. Get out. Go away. Here it comes…
"Axel…was it good for you?"
Hold up.
The redhead opened his eyes from where he'd scrunched them closed in an effort to barricade himself somewhat from the coming assault…that apparently wasn't coming. Axel blinked.
"Huh?"
"Was it…I mean… were you…did I…" Roxas trailed off, frustrated as he rolled one of his shoulders and poked out his lip. Rethinking that gesture, he drew it back in and teethed the soft flesh anxiously, not noticing the sharp gasp that simple action elicited from the other male. "I didn't disappoint you did I", he mumbled, mussing the pressed gold he had yet to gel in place.
Axel blinked again. "Roxas?"
The blonde glared at the far wall in pointed refusal to meet his gaze so Axel reached out and cupped his chin, steering his face around. "Roxas", he husked, a rakish grin spreading on his lips. "Hell, lemme give you the rundown."
Roxas flinched but didn't pull away as Axel scooted closer and gathered the smaller boy into his lap, tucking the blonde's head under his chin as he started rocking back and forth.
"Hot guy plus bruised body minus the absence of seething fury for a certain father figure (damn my devious lips anyways)", Roxas cringed as the equation became exponentially more absurd, "divided by the square root of pulsing lust equalssss … hot Roxas buttsex on many odd surfaces. Hot. Roxas. Butt. Sex."
The blonde squawked and tried to squirm out of Axel's lap but the older boy was having none of it. "Oh no. There'll be no insecurities in this bed, Meguriaukagi."
"D-Don't say it out loud you idiot", the smaller boy hissed. "D-d…gah!" Roxas gave up and curled himself into a ball, burying his face in Axel's shoulder as he shivered from the illicit touches that ghosted over his sides.
All joking pretenses erased from Axel's tone as he laid their foreheads together and gazed into searing blue with sincerity. "I, for one, thought it was great. There's nothing you need to be ashamed of. You don't need to hide from me."
"I'm not hiding", Roxas muttered.
He felt the taller boy's chest rumble with a chuckle. "Of course, it wasn't the best I've had. But nobody is ever perfect their first time. And you've…gotten better", he murmured slyly as he dragged appreciative eyes over the marks he'd scattered on the juncture of Roxas's throat, down past the line of the t-shirt where he knew the path continued.
Sensing the scrutiny wasn't just physical, Roxas blew a petulant raspberry as he was finally relinquished from the tender hold. "So, what? Practice makes perfect or something?"
Axel leaned back on the bed and grinned, propping his chin up with one arm. "Or something", he drawled as his eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
The blonde shot to his feet. "I…Uh…tea. Tea sounds good." He turned on his heel and hustled out the open door as Axel was left to sprawl on the mussed sheets.
"You want any", he heard the distant holler echo down the hall.
"I'm good", he shouted back.
Axel buried his face in the fabric bunched around him like he'd wanted to back then as he whispered, "So good." When a few minutes passed and the happy tones of the microwave droning to life reached his ears, the tall boy busied himself with a casual observation of the new layout in Roxas's room.
He'd seen the old place and felt disturbed by the blatant lack of personal touches before but this room…it was…almost empty. Axel hadn't had time to look around him when they were doing the deed, his whole focus being on Roxas and their finis. Now, he wished the shorter boy would come back and distract him from this impersonal place that could have been a room anywhere. It was Spartan.
And not the muscle bound Hollywood warriors in leather undies and sweeping capes type.
There was nothing hanging on the white walls; no posters for favorite bands, no pictures, or even a generic painting. Only a minimal furniture accommodation; a computer desk against the far wall with a medium sized window looming above, the simplistic bed that he was lazing on; both were littered strategically throughout the small space to give an illusion that it was bigger. A small beside table resided to his right, the clock he'd walked in on Roxas bawling over resting there like some sort of softly ticking witness.
No T.V. No stereo. Just marginal everything because it was like the kid was afraid to express himself, like Roxas wanted a place where he could pack up in a couple of hours and be gone if the need arose.
Even the clothes...Roxas had trashed nearly everything from his old room.
"Wait, Roxas stop. What are you do—"
The hand Axel placed on Roxas's tan shoulder quivered from the boy's silent sobs as he buried his face in a shirt that had been folded neatly not seconds before.
"I…c-can't do this. I can't stand the thought of pulling on a shirt and smelling the soap she used…"
Lips drew into a tight line as Axel threw an arm over his eyes. It did nothing to block the memory of that soul-deep anguish that was completely foreign to him.
"H…her fing-ers…they used to do this stupid thing after she folded and ironed. She'd run her hand", he stretched the shirt taught until tiny ripping sounds could be heard, "down it. Then she'd pat the stupid pile….fuck!"
Axel snatched the boy to his chest and held him there as sobs ripped from the deepest recesses of his grief. Such little things like a mother's touch on clothes; Roxas knew that now and, Axel thought bitterly, wished he didn't.
So following his instinct, Axel closed off his heart so the shriveled thing wouldn't tear open. The second verse, curses carving ears and the smoky, scratchy melody of Roxas's cries lingered.
The redhead sat up and glared at the open door as he got to his feet. What was taking him so long? It was just tea for chrissakes.
Scratching his chin, Axel ambled forward but his heart clenched as his eyes paused on something small, rectangular, and unobtrusive resting on Roxas's desk. The iPod… the tiny music player that had been the catalyst for them getting closer. The thing that spoke volumes for who Roxas really was better than poetry…words could ever hope to express.
He reached out to touch it.
"Hey."
Green eyes snapped towards the doorway as he retracted his hand and strode forward to help with the heavy tray in Roxas's arms.
"Wow", was all Axel could manage.
The blonde blushed. "W…well…neither of us has really eaten anything and sandwiches are quick! Don't give me that look."
"What look, my happy little home maker?"
"Shut up! Fine, I'm taking these back. I'll eat them myself."
Axel grinned as he held the tray out of his short lover's reach. "Me thinks not, love."
He turned, burden in hand, and set the thing down on the bed before facing Roxas again. "Thank you." Large hands cupped the blonde's nape as he pressed a tender kiss into Roxas's hair.
The shorter boy coughed and patted Axel's head before stepping around him and sitting carefully on the bed, taking his own cup of tea and one of the sandwiches off the platter.
"Sho", Axel mumbled around a mouthful of his own meat and cheese stacked snack, "I guesh thish meansh", he swallowed the bite with a healthy swig of tea. "I can say—"
"Don't you dare fucking say it."
"Cool story babe. Now go make me a sandwich?"
Roxas growled but downed the rest of his food and drink without comment. When Axel had done the same, the blonde herded their dishes into a pile and lugged the tray back to the kitchen before he made his return.
Axel grinned up at his reentry. God, he looked so…
Roxas swallowed and glanced away. "What are you staring at?" A hot fever crept over his tanned skin as he shifted his weight, pajama clad legs rustling softly with the movement.
"You."
Blue eyes flicked over at the handsome redhead sprawled on his bed then away again as Roxas swallowed thickly. "S-stop it."
"You don't want me to stop though."
A shiver zipped up his spine at the difference in the redhead's tone; it was low now, sultry and smoky. In his peripherals, Roxas saw Axel beckon him with one finger.
"Come here." Axel's thoughts were taking on a naughty vibe as he noticed his small lover shudder. A grin cracked his lips. "Come here Roxas."
The blonde squared his shoulders. "I don't want to. We need to rest."
"You need to rest is more like it. I won't do anything, just come lay beside me." To punctuate his point Axel rolled onto his side and opened his arms, patting lightly at the space next to him.
Roxas's feet obeyed the gentle command before he could really grasp that he was shuffling across the carpet. "Promise you won't do anything?" Before he could receive an answer, Roxas flumped heavily into the mattress and turned where his back was facing the redhead.
Axel hummed with contentment as he spooned behind the smaller boy. "I won't, I promise. Just relax love."
Roxas stiffened when he felt contrary fingers spider up the hem of his shirt. "Axel", he growled.
"Shh. Let me do this at least."
After a few moments the blonde's body sagged with a low moan as the heat of Axel's palm rubbed smooth, soothing circles on his belly.
"Everything's gonna be okay baby." The words were a low whisper, heavy with exhaustion. Roxas blinked at the tenderness of this moment, as if just now realizing what they were doing. Baby…it was a word they'd used to call for each other during sex. But there was no sex now, just comfortable companionship. Laying here like this was somehow far more intimate than any of the racy activities they'd partaken in previously.
What were they now? Were they a thing? Were they d-dating? Or was this all just some grand distraction that—
Axel's hands went still as the damp breath against the back of Roxas's neck lulled to a slow rise and fall. Pink lips quirked into a smile. The redhead was more exhausted than he was, no doubt. Roxas struggled against the urge to stretch, marveling at the natural way they were just…being. It left him feeling giddy, like a bottle of soda had been shaken up then popped open inside his body. His skin was humming and fizzling.
A soft gasp escaped him when Axel's thigh nudged between his legs and pulled him closer with a sleepy rumble.
He glanced at the clock ticking on his bedside table. "Is it okay mom? Can I do this", he whispered.
It kept ticking, a silent observer that neither knew of the human struggles Roxas was now facing…nor caring.
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Blue eyes fluttered open with a stuttering pant as warm kisses pressed against his clothed shoulder. "Axe…" The blonde groaned as the wet heat of the taller boy's mouth suctioned over his shirt and tugged at it a little.
"Hello to you too."
Axel coaxed the boy around until Roxas was lying on his back. The blonde spread his thighs and Axel slid between them, littering more kisses up the column of Roxas's throat before coming to rest at the lips that were quickly becoming his new religion. "Mm", he droned when Roxas's hands rose to coast along to contours of his naked chest, thumbs grazing against his dusky nipples. "Hey now", he purred. Roxas grinned up at him as Axel dipped his head down.
Their exchange was slow, but no less heated as tongues flicked and lips massaged lazily against each other. A throaty groan bubbled from deep within the redhead as he pulled back and slid his mouth up to caress Roxas's temple with reverence.
The smaller boy whined breathily and closed his eyes. One thing was for sure, he could get used to waking up like this. The shadows of evening stretched into the small room as both males rose from their comfortable position with respective yawns. Roxas snaked a hand under his shirt and ran his fingers absently over his stomach as he blinked what little grogginess there was away.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?"
His Adam's-apple bobbed as Roxas swallowed. "As ready as I'll ever be." A smoky laugh forced its way out of his mouth, sounding every bit as fake as it felt.
"It'll be okay. You've still got a day or two before school and Cid's good people. He'll take care of you."
Cid, from what Roxas had been told, was a long standing friend of Axel's. He was the boss of the service station Axel'd pulled strings to get him hired at. Blue eyes met green and a smile curved Roxas's lips in spite of himself. When Axel looked at him like that he could almost believe it. When Axel surrounded him with his legs, his arms, his presence…he could almost believe.
"It's going to be tough."
Axel brooked no argument. It was going to be tough, but at least he was still a minor. The government would help until he was eighteen but after that; in only a few short months Roxas was going to have to shoulder the rent for this place, living expenses, and anything else that happened to arise. Axel cocked his head. At least Roxas's douchebag of a father paid the funeral expenses. There was one thing off the boy's plate at least.
But living was far more expensive than paying for the restful dead. Roxas was going to have to juggle that, a part time job, school….The redhead made a mental note to bring over more coffee next time he visited.
Both boys shook their heads simultaneously, having wandered into the same line of thinking. Axel grinned but Roxas didn't return the gesture, instead opting for a silent study of the male in front of him.
After a moment a raspy chuckle trickled from the boy's lips and he grabbed his head, expression incredulous as his body started shaking. Concerned, Axel took Roxas's hand into his own and gave a reassuring squeeze. When their gazes locked this time, there were no words spoken. The volts of carnal electricity zipping through their bodies, evidence of what they'd done, already spoke volumes.
Roxas cared for Axel, and the redhead felt the same.
"What a jip…"
"Hm?"
Roxas scoffed, disgusted with his sudden, disturbingly female mentality. No, Axel didn't make him feel elated. Axel didn't make him feel stronger. Every time Roxas caught the green of those cat-like eyes he was left feeling like he'd just been slugged in the solar plexus. Yeah, just because he'd taken it up the ass, Roxas wouldn't let himself be the weak one here. He couldn't be anymore. He'd have to take care of himself from now on. He'd have to…
The blonde yelped as Axel snatched him into a fierce embrace. A snarl fell sharp from his lips as he stroked a hand through Roxas's hair, letting the agonized groans dribble from the trembling boy.
"It's okay to hurt. It's okay. You're not weak for not wanting to be alone. I'm here." Axel rocked from side to side again, an action which he'd found catered to the smaller boy and helped him feel safe. "I'm here", he breathed against the shell of Roxas's ear. "You're not alone."
Roxas's heartbeat was wild as his sobs came out grudging and strangled, he loathed every one. "Wh-when will it stop", he moaned, molten tears chasing down his fevered face. "I don't want to be this way."
"Probably never. But it'll hurt less. Give it time." Axel gathered his charge closer, not bothered by the dampness on his shoulder as Roxas burrowed there. The taller boy contented himself with running his thumb over the smooth curve of one cheek. After a few minutes of hissed curses and gulps for air Roxas finally calmed down again, allowing his heart and breathing to synchronize with the one holding him.
With a grunt, Roxas clambered out of the taller boy's lap and rose on shaky legs. "'m go take a shower", he mumbled, mussing his hair with one hand.
Axel propped himself on his back with his elbows as he eyed the blonde. "Wanna take one together?"
Roxas halted his movements. "What did you say?"
Axel blinked as if the smaller boy had just swallowed something hazardous. "Shower. Take together. Want me to scrubbus your gluteus?"
Roxas rolled his eyes. "Last time you did that, I didn't get clean."
Axel stuck his tongue out and the blonde, riding a sudden impish impulse, leaned down and bit it. Hard. He tensed and groaned, tugging Roxas back down straddle his hips. Tan hands raked through his spikey, fiery locks and pulled his head back.
"Mm…see?" Roxas licked up his neckline and stopped to nibble at his chin, loving the way the taller boy's breath quickened. "We're not even there and you're still distracting me." Axel's hands flexed around and clutched the small hips in his grasp, holding them in place as he dry humped against the swelling bulge between Roxas's legs with a low moan. The friction was a sweet distraction for a time, but not sweet enough.
Roxas pulled back and propped his elbows on Axel's shoulders so that he couldn't lean forward and bite the lip the blonde was teething.
"You, my little knight in shining whatever, are going to stay right here."
Axel raised a brow and a rakish grin painted across his face as he pulled the blonde back down so their bodies were flush against one another once more. Roxas gasped.
"And if I don't", he husked, dragging his tongue across the jerking pulse hungrily.
"Nn..mm!"
"What's wrong? Axe got your tongue?"
Roxas moaned into the kiss that Axel coaxed him into.
All thoughts scattered as he cradled one hand behind the blonde's neck and pulled him forward, massaging and raking blunt nails over the soft nape. Teeth grazed, tongues skimmed and twined, caged between wet lips. Chills rose.
Sounds ripped from Roxas's throat, startling in their foreign need. The blonde clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle them. Irritated, Axel nibbled on those blocking fingers and pulled the hand away slowly with his teeth.
"Don't. I want to hear your voice."
Before Roxas knew it Axel flipped them over. His mouth drew searing patterns over sun-kissed skin, laving greedily at the salty dampness that pooled with rising anticipation; delving, searching, teasing, pleasing. The blonde writhed, unable to get enough as primal fire licked through him. With a gasp and a shudder, Roxas sagged into the mattress barely registering the shucking of his clothes. That is, until the cold of the room invaded and overrode his desire.
"Fuck! Axel!"
The redhead hovered over his squirming lover, humming. "What?" Green eyes batted innocently down at Roxas as a sharp slap stung his naked stomach.
"Look what you did! Look! My shit shrunk! I look like a toddler."
Axel leaned to the side and chuckled, much to the blonde's chagrin.
"Excuse me, this isn't funny! Fix it!"
His eyes glinted like muted jewels as he turned back and rubbed himself against the expanse of naked flesh beneath him.
"I'll fix you alright." He descended back on Roxas's body like a ravenous predator as he distributed his weight deliciously. Roxas walked his fingers down the taller boy's spine and felt him shudder, lips quirking in smug satisfaction.
"Like that do you?"
Axel bucked his hips cruelly and nibbled the fleshy lobe or Roxas's ear, pulling it between his sharp teeth and rolling it, sucking it.
"Wai… ah… n-not there! No, Axel hang o…ahnn!"
"Like that do you?"
Roxas could only choke out a gritty moan so the redhead kissed the tip of the blonde's nose and smiled devilishly. There was another rush of air which wasn't quite so unpleasant as he flipped the smaller boy onto his stomach. Fear suddenly curled in the pit of Roxas's stomach as he craned his neck to glance over his shoulder. Axel rose above him, bracing one arm so that he could keep balanced while he fumbled with his pajamas and boxers.
"What are you—"
"Shh. There's still one more surface we have to break in."
He pressed himself into the dip of Roxas's soft ass and swiveled his clothed hips just so, drawing a stuttering gasp from the blonde.
"Hnn!"
Roxas trembled at the heat of Axel's sex, hard and straining through the fabric as it throbbed with a life of it's own.
No further protests were offered as they rushed to the bathroom, easing themselves into the hot water and groping each other like they'd gone without a taste for years. Axel gripped Roxas's thighs and guided them around his waist as he spread soap on his erection. He used one hand to guide himself against Roxas's pucker, allowing his weight and the smaller boy's legs to do most of the supporting.
Roxas arched against the tile, trying to guide his lover. "Axe...l. Don't t-tease. Need you."
"Where?"
"I...n. Inside, mm."
"Open your eyes."
When Roxas complied Axel watched as the smaller boy's face twisted and flushed at the invasion of his ass, still swollen from prior romps.
"Oh...nn. D-deeper. Baby, deeper", Roxas whimpered.
With a single, gut-wrenching slam Axel set their pace; hard, fast, unforgiving. The blonde cried out and locked his ankles around Axel, keeping him as close as their slippery bodies would allow. Axel cupped the soft curve of Roxas's ass in both hands, using the momentum to their advantage as he pressed his mouth against Roxas's dewey shoulder to muffle the sounds he was making. A husky moan escaped however, when blunt nails scoured his tender back.
"Hm! Just like this Rox. Just...like this." His hips jerked in a savage thrust, drawing a whine from the smaller boy. "God...so good. So good. Uhn..."
The slaps of their bodies meeting echoed in the small space and richochetted back, but the sound was lost as each male drowned in the searing, mind-numbing pleasure.
When they were both spent Axel eased the blonde down and dutifully scrubbed Roxas clean, savoring the way the smaller boy slumped, fit perfectly against him. A blind hand reached for the knob and squeaked it off when he felt the water run cold.
The redhead wrapped his bundle in soft terry-cloth before draping a towel over his own hips and gathering Roxas into his arms once more. He carried the boy back into his bedroom, rubbing his scalp dry and helping him into fresh pajamas before tucking him in bed.
Still dripping himself, Axel crawled over the blanket and rubbed Roxas's back until his breathing slowed with slumber. He waited a few minutes until he was absolutely sure the smaller boy wouldn't wake up before rising and drying himself completely. Axel cast around for his clothes and pulled them on, despising the icy feel as they slid over his skin.
He wanted nothing more than to crawl into that bed and curl against Roxas; warm, sleeping, peaceful Roxas. But he'd been here too many days already. He had things to do.
Like a shadow, the redhead slipped from the room and out the door. When he reached into the mailbox outside, Axel curled his lip despite knowing what he'd find there. It had been happening for a couple of days now. Somehow they'd gotten ahold of Roxas's number too but as soon as Axel picked up on it, he'd shut the damn thing off and refocused all his efforts into distracting Roxas with his body. But that could only go on for so long before threats weren't enough anymore. Axel tore the hateful message in half and stuffed it in his pocket before stalking down the staircase and into the night.
Roxas, ignorant to it all, frowned and hugged the pillow that smelt like his lover close with a sleepy murmur.
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The alarm screamed shrilly in Roxas's ear as a blind hand groped around the nightstand until finding the infernal contraption. With a swift and surprisingly precise blow for so early in the morning, Roxas smacked the snooze button. He laid there a moment, face first against the soft warmth of his pillow.
He'd dreamt of her again. The images were hazy, the touches and sounds like a silent movie. Roxas rose and blinked at the canvas of white hovering an inch below his nose. Nope. They were gone now. He scowled and sat up with a yawn, scratching at his head as he looked around.
It took him a second to realize he was alone. A second more to realize…he didn't like it.
"Axel?" The blonde swung his legs over the side of the bed, despising the part of himself that was starting to panic. "Axel", he called again, louder this time. Roxas shuffled down the hall, not hearing the shower running so thinking that he might be in the kitchen. He was wrong.
"A...Axe…l…" The small boy hugged himself as his eyes started to prickle. "F…fucker. No. Stop. You're fine. So what if he l-left…So what." Roxas shook himself and smacked both his cheeks with a dark scowl before padding into the kitchen. He glanced at the clock. His first shift started at five. It was only about eleven now but he'd need the ample amount of time it took to get his affairs sorted.
The coffee pot gurgled to life as Roxas stepped around to haul open his fridge. His hand stopped short however when he noticed the note.
Hey you!
If you're reading this you've undoubtedly avoided a minor breakdown in between cursing my sorry ass six ways to Sunday. Oh well. It's cool. Good luck on your first day. I told Cid to be nice but his bark is far worse than his bite. Trust me.
I don't know how long I'll be out but I can promise I'll be back before the hickey on your ass fades. Heh. Remember that one?
Anywho, don't do nothin' I wouldn't do!
-Axel
Roxas snorted as he crumbled the note in his fist until it trembled. His jaw ached as he clacked his teeth together. Food. He needed food. If Axel wanted to disappear that was his business. Roxas sure as hell wasn't going to push him into doing any more than he was already doing for him. His pride wouldn't allow it.
Even as he turned with his cup of coffee in hand though and dragged his eyes around the apartment that suddenly seemed much larger than it really was, Roxas couldn't squelch the hope that Axel would be back sooner rather than later.
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"You're a fuckin' animal, you know that?"
Axel chuckled as he shifted the cigarette to the middle of his lips and thumbed the flint. He cupped the small flame and took a deep drag around the glowing end as it crackled to life. Axel held the smoke in his lungs for a second before releasing it with a grateful sigh.
Cid quirked a flaxen brow and poked one of the visible bite marks that were scattered over the pale expanse of the kid's skin. "Found yourself another one by the looks of it. And you were doin' so damn well in school. When are you goin' back?"
Again, Axel didn't respond as he reclined back against the frigid brick. "Thanks for the cig."
Cid grunted around his own as he plucked it from his mouth and flicked some ash into the cylindrical bin by his side. "Are fuckin' you sure you don't want me to tell him you've been by?"
Axel glared off down the road, at lawns frosted by the morning's chill and the occasional car that drove by. They were in front of the service station, the sky just starting to paint itself over with oranges and pinks as the sun poked over the horizon.
"I'm sure. And if I don't come back—"
"Don't fuckin' talk like that to me", the older man growled. "You're not like your dad boy. You're not that stupid."
Axel's chest rose and fell in an indulgent chuckle. "Sometimes I wonder…"
"If you don't come back, I'll fuckin' send Vincent in after your ass. Don't make me do that."
"I'm not askin' you to save me Cid. I'm just a nobody, okay? All I'm askin' is that you to take in another misfit, one who deserves the care you give."
"Can't fuckin' say no to you brats. You know, my life would be so damn easy if I wasn't keepin' a constant eye out for you stupid punks."
Axel squared his shoulders and nibbled the butt of his cigarette as he pushed off of the wall. "I know. And this stupid punk is…well…" The redhead cleared his throat. "Thanks…"
At the uncharacteristic gratitude Cid's eyes narrowed. "Axel", he warned.
But the redhead was already off, strolling down the cracked sidewalk with his leather jacket wrapped tight around him and a dangerous glint in his eye. The streets…they seasoned these kids and jaded them until they were bitter, more than their seventeen, eighteen, nineteen years.
Cid palmed his face, feeling every one of his own as age settled heavily around his eyes. There was only so much he could do. The waiting, the watching was all he seemed capable of most of the time though.
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"S-stop! I swear I don't know anything!"
Cold steel flashed in the early shadows of evening as Axel pressed his knife against the other boy's jugular. "Don't fuck with me. I know you know where he's hiding and I'd really appreciate your cooperation." It had taken him all day to find this fucker. "My patience is running thin, you know?"
The peroxide-blonde cried out as he was slammed harder against the wall and felt the first warm trickle of blood as Axel's dagger coaxed his answer.
"I…r-really…He'll kill me if I—"
"You're a gamblin' man", Axel drawled in his ear. "So let me present you with something you can't refuse."
Luxord Toki choked and gasped as the pressure was finally released. His relief was short lived however when Axel spun him around and herded him back. "Either you tell me, or I paint the walls of this putrid fuckin' alley with your life. Die now, or die later", Axel shrugged. "The choice is yours."
The taller boy picked at one of his nails with the tip that, moments before, poised to do the promised deed.
"Sh-Shibuya."
"Where?"
"Down on C-center Gai. I don't know why but the boss seems to have a lot of interest there lately."
Axel examined the end of one finger before pricking it and dragging the bead of crimson across Luxord's trembling cheek. "I'm going to let you walk now because I know you're going to go scampering back to your boss", he spat out the last word like it was something foul. "I'll give you an hour to tell him I'm coming."
The peroxide-blonde gave him a look close to awe. "You're one crazy son of a bitch."
"Move."
Without another word the other boy shoved past him and scrambled out of the alley. Axel watched him go with a grin. Yeah. He was crazy, he was an animal. He was many things.
But at the end of the day only one of those things burned hotter than the rest. He was a fighter, plain and simple.
They were going to settle this, mano y mano. Before the sky darkened, one of them would breathe their last.
Axel threw back his head and laughed as a faint siren screamed to life in the distance.
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Vincent snapped his phone shut with a heavy sigh as he browsed the shops with a neutral eye. His intel told him that it was somewhere around here.
"Don't let me down Vinnie. That boy doesn't fuckin' deserve all the shit he gets dragged through but there's nothing we can do if he dips his hands in death. There's no goin' back from that."
Vincent scratched his chin with a scowl as he slipped the phone back into his pocket. He knew Axel in passing, but Cid had a soft spot for the brat. Always had. And the retired pilot rarely asked for anything, much less with that tone in his voice. Hence why Vincent—who hated cold weather like the plague—was currently wading his ass through the thronging crowd, trying to spot those familiar fiery spikes.
A crash sounded to his left and Vincent almost gave himself whiplash as he spun to take a look. It was only a drunken pair of bozos with ties around their heads as they stumbled and hollered down the road.
Vincent rubbed his mouth and cocked his hip as he glared at all the people. How the hell was he—
A shock of red and black, distinct from the glaring neon above dodged through the crowd with a methodical lope. Vincent exhaled with relief. "Thank God."
He hustled after the teen, Axel ignorant to his new follower as his eyes trained ahead; sharp, focused, and glittering with every bit of insanity that warped his mind like armor.
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Xigbar's head lolled back as he grinned drunkenly at a group of girls passing by. The others gathered around him leered and slurred his silent appreciation. They quickened their pace.
Luxor fidgeted in his seat as he glanced around. "Uh…boss?"
"For the last time", the scarred boy groused. "He's too much of a pussy to take us on with an audience. The fucker's flashy but he's not stupid." Xigbar gestured to the milling crowd around him. "You said an hour? How long has it been already? Axel wouldn't dare—"
"Boss, you didn't see him. I—"
Xigbar slammed his fist on the plastic table. "I, what?"
The gambler tensed visibly, as did the rest of the group as they all sized up something behind Xigbar. The fine hair on the back of his neck rose as the leader slowly turned as well.
Axel stood with his arms crossed, a shit-eatin' grin tugging his lips and looking for all the world like a demented joker indulging in some private joke at everyone else's expense. "Guess who Xiggy-boy."
Plastic chairs made ugly sounds against the dirty pavement when the gathering rose to their feet as one. Xigbar made an irritable sound and waved a hand. Some relaxed, but still stood with their eyes weary. "Tonight isn't a night for fighting", Xigbar started. "It's for celebrating. That's what your little Roxas would say right?"
At the mention of Roxas's name, Axel chucked his knife so fast that it was momentarily lost. The scarred boy made a show of parting his legs a little, swallowing hard as the cold steel vibrated, embedded not an inch from his crotch.
With fury dictating now, Xigbar got up. "I'm trying to let you off here. Take my kindness for what it's worth and—"
Axel jumped on him as people around them start to scream.
"Police, police!"
A scuffle. Grunts. Shadows and solid forms rushed Axel as he tore into them with every bit of anger and chaos inside him. "He has nothing to do with me you fucks. Leave. Him. Alone!"
The redhead snatched two mid-tackle and slammed their heads together with a sickening crunch. They slumped to the ground as he stepped over them and stalked forward. "Come for me. Fine. I'm here."
He clothes-lined another and locked his body as they caught on and closed in, using that circle method they were so fond of.
Axel tucked his chin against his chest and focused. "Come on", he snarled.
The tang of blood invaded his senses. Dimly, he realized it was his as they tackled him to the ground with kicks and punches. "Fucking cowards", he hollered. "Grk!"
The leather binding came out of nowhere as it looped around Axel's throat and yanked upward. Axel wheezed, using his precious air supply and the rest of his fading strength to slam his captor against the wall. The noose constricted tighter.
"Xaldin, hold him."
Xigbar jerked the knife from his chair and strode forward, relishing the screams from their audience as one or two onlookers who tried to help the redhead were beaten back. He eyed his nemesis with a curled lip and fingered the cold steel of the blade as his missing eye throbbed with phantom sensation.
"You talk big Red, about keeping scores even and shit." A gloved hand rose as it grazed over his eye patch and the scarred boy licked his top lip. "What's say we follow your rules for once."
Axel was driven to his knees with a strangled gasp, clawing desperately at the binding as his face reddened and his strength dwindled to nothing. Luxord came forward to hold him in place as well even though Xaldin's vice hadn't loosened in the slightest. His face melted with obvious relief as he fisted a hand in Axel's spikes and yanked back to expose the ivory column of his neck.
"Payback", the peroxide-blonde sneered.
Axel spit in his face, receiving a kick to the stomach and a harsher wrench to his hair for his efforts. Xigbar angled the knife at the redhead's throat, then slowly, slowly trailed the razor tip up the line of his jaw.
"Of course, I'm a business man too. And a firm believer in interest." Xigbar motioned to Xaldin who loosened the leather enough for Axel to speak, but still kept him in place. Axel didn't fight it as his chest heaved with burning pants.
The blade nicked the middle of Axel's bottom lip and coaxed a bead of crimson from the small cut. The redhead—much to Xigbar's chagrin—only smiled, forcing the cold steel a little deeper, the cut growing.
Xigbar pulled back, irritated beyond belief as Axel's tongue shot out and lapped up the coppery taste of his life.
"Really Xig. You're so overdone it's ridiculous. If you're going to do something shut your mouth and do it."
"I warned you", the scarred boy spat. "Me and my boys wanted to give you a little more time to enjoy your honeymoon." Xigbar sneered at the last word. "Oh well."
At that moment a blur of black and red busted through the circle at Xigbar's back and pushed through, driving his attackers to stumble away with well-aimed blows. The figure scissor-kicked another that rushed him and tackled Xigbar to the ground. Quicker than a blink, he was back on his feet and wrestling Axel from the grip of the bozos restraining him.
"Fuckin' candy ass motherfuckers. Get. Off!"
Luxord was bodily lifted and went flying with an indignant howl, crashing into Xaldin as both tumbled to the dirty pavement. Axel blinked as Vincent brushed daintily at a few specks of dirt that had landed on his red duster with a scowl that promised ultimate beat-down.
"What the hell are you doing here", Axel gaped.
"Shut the fuck up little boy. This is your fault."
Vincent Valentine was a man in his late twenties, and stood at a daunting six feet tall. His crimson eyes sparkled with hellfire as his long, ink-black hair was nudged by the biting evening breeze. Fringe emerged over the blood band around his head. The red duster, his most telling feature, billowed out around him as palpable tension descended on the otherwise frigid delinquent.
"Son of a bitch", someone in the crowd cursed.
"It's him."
"The Galian beast…does that mean Regenesis is alive again?"
Regenesis was the name of the crowd that Vincent ran with and a smile quirked his lips as a sizeable portion of the onlookers scurried away. They were pack of animals notorious for brutality that was on par with some of the nastier Yakuza hailing from Shinjuku's underbelly.
Rumor had it that he'd mellowed out though because he'd almost been snuffed by one of his own. Axel knew that to be halfway true since Cid had taken the guy in for a bit and nursed him back to health.
Apparently a little down time wasn't enough to keep the edge dull though, as Vincent confirmed with the neutral glare he swept over the damage he was razing.
More shrieks rang out as the raven tugged a gun from it's holster around his thigh. No, not just any gun…the Quicksilver. Vincent's chaos form roared loud and clear for all to see as he leveled the pistol's muzzle at the one rushing him.
"Come to papa." Center of the skull. Axel swallowed as Vincent's bloody eyes flickered then dulled as he jerked his arm down and peppered a shot in the guy's ankle instead. Tendon and bone went flying from the disturbingly accurate bullets as Vincent crouched and stood back to back with Axel.
"Jesus Christ Vince."
"Isn't this what you wanted boy?"
More shots sliced through the air, ugly and frightening as they spilled blood. Axel shivered as the fading dirge echoed against his back. He felt it, felt Vincent's body jerk every time the trigger was pulled and the gun thundered to life as it scattered their attackers.
He blinked and came back to himself when he felt a hand constrict around his arm. One side of Vincent's cheek was smudged with blood and Axel's eyes widened as the older man tugged them into motion. "Come on. We gotta get going."
It was only then that Axel registered the woman's scream…the siren's scream that sounded far too close for comfort. The police car skidded around the corner in the next instant as Axel spun around and out of Vincent's hold. The crowd around them flowed forward like a living entity, forcing everyone to come along or get trampled.
"Not yet", he hissed desperately.
"That wasn't a request shithead." Vincent pistol-whipped him so hard that everything became blurry as he was pulled forward. Their feet pumped and slapped at the cold pavement as they weaved through the bustling confusion. Vincent pulled up short, licking his lips and tucking Quicksilver out of view as he steered them to a brisk walk.
His crimson eyes darted around as the police clustered and filtered through the jostling panic and towards the remnants of Xigbar's gang. Vincent wrapped a strong arm around Axel and pulled the shell-shocked teen close to him.
"Wait—"
"Shut up."
"I can't go yet!"
Everything was spinning so fast now that the bright fluorescent above and in the shop windows left trails as they passed by Axel's vision, still fuzzy and jilted where Vincent had brained him. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see—with a modicum of relief—Xigbar getting slammed to the ground and cuffed.
Faster they walked now, never stopping as the people around them thinned and the pace resumed to normal as people stood in whispering groups and craned their necks to see what was happening. Axel's heart thudded as he sucked the nick that was still oozing to ground himself. His attempt was cut short as Vincent delivered yet another reality check, slamming him back into the jagged wall of a nearby building.
Before he could stop it, a derisive chuckle bubbled from his numb lips. His chest tightened and the sweat beading on his skin stung as Vincent snatched some of his spikes and used the momentum to bash his head in.
"What's so fuckin' funny, huh? You think this is a game?"
Lightheaded, Axel could only continue laughing softly as he spit out some blood. "It's just that you're always so cold", Axel slurred through lidded eyes as the pain from old wounds opened to lace with the steady throb of this new pain. "I thought you didn't care."
"Cold? I fucking hate the cold. And I don't care about you, little prick."
"I didn't ask you to come."
"Fuckin brat", Vincent spat again, grinding Axel's face into the rough surface he was pinned against. "Of course you didn't. I wouldn't be out here freezing my balls off if you did."
Axel hummed, feeling his teeth buzz as he grinned again. Pain was nothing new to him and Vincent knew it. For not spending a lot of time together the two delinquents were forging an understanding.
"He's really softened you up hasn't he?" Because from what he'd heard, Vincent was a psycho with a trigger itch. The beast that loomed in the rumors wouldn't have hesitated to take that center shot, but he had, aiming for the foot instead.
Vincent snarled but didn't deny the fact as he finally released Axel and stepped back.
"I could say the same for you." Vincent allowed his face to smooth over into an impassive expression as he regarded the teen who, for all his wizened knowledge, was still wet behind the ears…in many ways. "The Katoku I know would've carved smiles into those fugly mugs back there, not get himself pinned like some pussy. Why did you let them?"
The redhead grimaced and spit out another mouthful of blood. "I had to do something", Axel growled. "It needed to stop somewhere. I dragged someone into this whether I want to admit it or not. And if I let Xigbar win then...This was the only way—"
"Use your head Joker. This was the worst way to go. What would the one you're trying to protect do if you got yourself incapacitated, huh? How would you protect that person then?" Vincent shoved him hard. "Fucking think for a minute you brat. The way we protect what's ours is by sticking close; by watching, keeping a cool head, and only striking when it's absolutely necessary." The fury cooled a little as Vincent cocked his hip and scratched his head, shifting his head band a little with a heavy sigh. "Look, go back. Go let him know you're okay."
Axel bristled. "How do you know it's a 'him'?"
For the first time that evening, Vincent smiled; a slow, soft pull of the lips as his shoulders rolled and memories of his own reason for being here soothed his anger. "I know", he murmured. "Because we have more in common than you think kid."
Axel looked away, more disturbed by this peace from a reputed monster than he was by the earlier hard-ass. "I can't yet."
"The hell you can't", Vincent snapped then bit his tongue as he raked fingers through his hair. "I've done my part. It's up to you now. Just don't make Cid suffer for your stupidity any more than you already have."
With that, Vincent's duster fanned out behind him as he stalked away, grumbling about freezing weather and bratty dipshits. The evening obliged him as it swallowed the hellion and muffled his fading footsteps.
Axel sagged down until his ass hit the freezing ground, pulling his legs to his chest as he took inventory of himself. His breath came out in steamy puffs as trembling fingers fumbled in his pocket. Numb, every bit of him was numb and he needed to stay this way just a bit longer.
After being cold for so long, being wrapped in warmth almost hurt more. Being reminded of...feeling that weak...it was cruel. His clothes were sticky and gross. Numb, focus on the numb.
His hand finally extracted what it'd been searching for as Axel placed the cigarette to his lips. The lighter was halfway to his mouth before he realized the white stick had snapped in half.
The redhead titled his gaze up to the grey and purple expanse of sky, edged by the hazy, blinking lights of the city that choked the stars from view. He scowled at the shivers that suddenly wracked his body and the broken cigarette tumbled from his lips.
Go back.
He wheezed out a laugh.
*shuffles* So yeah…I have absolutely no idea where this came from but umh…I know exactly where it fits xDD And I figured now was as good a cut-off point as any, LOL damn me and my long-windedness anyways _ No, really. My fingers hurt.
Vincent and Cid have always been one of my favorite pairings, so I had to squeeze them in somewhere. FYI I know Vinnie doesn't cuss that much but he's been chillin' in Cid's bed for too long xD
I was NOT expecting the good second half of this though. I almost panicked when I typed Axel heading out after he scrubbed his poopsie clean. Stubborn-ass, fuckin…heh. Well I guess Axel wanted some screen time too so here it is :3 Steadily cranking out the next part nao~
I hope this was worth the wait, sorry for OOC-ness and typos and uhm, thanks for reading xD
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Love:: Misunderstanding