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Midori Sour, Please	By : Azurela Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Midori Sour, Please
Chapter 3
The blond awaked with arms wrapped around him. His head was pounding and he glanced at his hotel room's clock, realizing that he was horribly late for his meeting. Roxas frowned as he sat up, blond hair mused, and glanced back at the red-head from last night as he cursed internally.
This was all that damn drink's fault he thought, frowning deeply. He couldn't help but smile a little though as he looked down at that pretty face, wondering all the while if it'd been worth it. He closed his eyes after a moment, exhaling heavily then slipped out of the red-head's grasp, going to make himself look presentable.
Once he'd gotten dressed, and was satisfied with the way he looked, he gathered his belongings, packing up the small suitcase he'd brought along, intending on going to the front desk and requesting a different room before meeting with the other representative. If he could help it, he never wanted to run into the red-head again. He didn't want or need a relationship, nor did he need problems, so avoiding Axel would eliminate complications.
Roxas walked up to the sleeping male, closing his eyes and remembering the moment, engraving it in his mind. The red-head had actually been memorable—special in a way. "Goodbye, Axel actually," he whispered, picking up his bag and exiting the room.
Roxas walked to the restaurant inside the hotel, the same one he'd been in last night, easily spotting the representative, since that was where he was supposed to meet Reno. He, like Axel, had fiery red hair and he was checking his watch, nervously. The blond went to the table he was sitting at and the red-head looked up. Shades of blue locked and Roxas scratched the back of his head, seemingly nervously.
"Reno Turk..?"
"Yes?"
"Hi, I'm Roxas Hikari, the representative from Twilight Town. I'm so sorry I'm late, there was a mishap with my hotel room and I had to be transferred to another. Is it too late to meet?"
"Ah, Roxas!" He said, shaking the blond's hand, "I was just about to call you actually and see if we could reschedule."
"Well, I'm here, so we don't have to, do we?"
"I'm afraid so…" he said. Roxas blinked, confused when the red-head glanced at his watch again. "You see, my boss came with me to negotiate, but he hasn't shown up yet."
"Boss?"
"Yeah, he decided to come along this time for some reason or another. Quite brilliant he is—Mr. Homura is a prodigy, actually." Roxas blinked. He'd heard from his father that the owner of the company was brilliant, remembering his achievements well, the most impressive being: opening new doors in the field of medicine at an early age. Being that his family had been the progenitor in the field, this was impressive to Roxas. He couldn't believe that he'd actually get to meet the man, wondering briefly, what he was like. Something was bothering him though.
"…is?"
"Yeah," Reno replied distractedly, failing to realize that he was supposed to elaborate as he bit his lower lip. "I'm so sorry… I hope something didn't happen… he's usually very punctual and isn't- oh there he is!" The red-head replied, looking relieved. Roxas turned, following Reno's gaze, nearly falling over when he did. No, no, no, no way, he found himself thinking, heart accelerating to an alarming rate as a beautiful pair of emerald eyes locked with his cerulean.
Roxas fought the urge to run as the person in the doorway approached them casually but knew better. Had he been there for his own personal reasons, he would have. The blond swallowed involuntarily, petrified as he got closer and closer and closer and suddenly they were face to face. The older male smiled pleasantly. "Good morning, Reno, I'm sorry for being late," he said silkily.
"Good afternoon, Axel," the red-head corrected, making a playful grin tug at the others' lips, his eyes never leaving Roxas'. "And you should apologize to him, not me. Roxas, this is my boss, Axel Homura. Axel, this is Roxas Hikari, the representative from Twilight Town Apothecary." The red-head grasped Roxas' hand, shaking it.
"Roxas, it's a pleasure, being introduced to you formally. You have my deepest apologies for making you wait." He said in that same tone before stepping closer and Roxas took a step back, backing into a chair as the red-head leant closer.
"You forgot these," he whispered so that only the blond could hear, pressing something against his palm. Roxas glanced down, eyes widening slightly when he saw that his shirt buttons that had flown everywhere last night, had been pressed into his hand, "you'll need them to fix your shirt," he whispered, softer yet. The blond blushed then forcibly pulled away. Axel watched, amused, as he hurriedly left the room.
"What's wrong with him?" Reno asked confusedly. Axel shrugged.
"Maybe I upset him. Don't worry about trying to reschedule." Reno blinked.
"You don't want to hear the proposal? That's crazy, Axel! You could learn so much from them!" Axel shook his head, smirking as he did.
"No- I want to re-extend the offer, personally."
Roxas paced inside his new hotel room, wanting to rip his hair out.
Really, what were the odds?! Fucking the, ridiculously hot, prodigy that had graduated from college, revolutionized medicine, and created a booming business by the age of seventeen! Add the fact that he's in charge of the company Roxas' family wanted to merge with and that the blond had tried to leave him hours before having to meet with him to discuss a proposal for a merger.
The blond banged his head against the wall. When he'd learned about 'Mr. Homura' from his father, he'd respected the man, but he'd also expected him, based on his achievements, to be old, not some mid-twenties-knockout. He supposed it was his own fault for not doing more research- his father hadn't elaborated because he hadn't thought they'd be meeting. Roxas took a deep breath, looking down at the buttons that were still in his left hand.
Why had the red-head bothered collecting all of the buttons from his favorite shirt? Did it mean that Roxas was special to him? Or was he just fucking with him by giving them back? There was no way he could've been serious about fixing his shirt. It'd gotten ripped as well. Roxas banged his head against the wall again before putting them in his pocket. He needed to forget about this… he needed a drink…
The blond grabbed his wallet and room key then headed for the door.
Roxas glanced over his shoulder, nervously, periodically, as he sat in the hotel's bar. He wasn't even sure of why he'd bothered staying at the hotel—an off-premises bar probably would have probably been safer and he wouldn't be so paranoid and could order a drink.
As if commanded by how badly Roxas wanted one, Luxord set one down in front of him. Roxas' eyebrow rose.
"Did you just buy me a drink..?" The older blond smirked.
"No, unfortunately." Roxas blinked.
"Then who would ha-" He began to ask glancing down and stopping mid word. It was a Midori Sour.
Roxas turned, looking around frantically. He'd been certain he hadn't been followed and only one person would have ordered him that, besides the bartender. Roxas turned back around when he didn't see that shock of bright red hair and gripped his drink, his hand shaking.
The blond downed the drink quickly, not wanting to look at it and hoping that it'd calm his nerves. He took a deep breath before giving the room another quick glance and heading for the restroom, ignoring the curious look Luxord gave him. He'd decided he'd wait in there for a while to think and to make sure he wouldn't be followed to his new room. He also wanted to get out of sight as quickly as possible.
As casually as possible, he walked to the room, slipping inside and locking the door behind him. He let out a, shaky, sigh of relief, feeling safer.
"You shouldn't drink alcohol so quickly, Roxas, it'll go straight to your head," he heard, jumping and backing into the door. Axel smirked. He'd known the blond would come here to avoid him. All he was wondering was why. "I've always been curious," he breathed, approaching the blond slowly.
"A-about?" Roxas asked. Whether he liked it or not, he still had to be nice to the red-head. He was to make the final decision about whether or not to merge the companies.
"Does a Midori Sour taste good?" he whispered, stopping in front of the blond. Roxas didn't move, he couldn't- there was nowhere to go- so he looked away instead, shrugging. He tried to resist when the red-head grasped and raised his chin, making him look at him, but failed miserably. Roxas gasped when the taller boy raised his chin higher, overextending his head and forcing his neck back, to a painful degree. "I suppose I'll have to find out for myself then."
Roxas looked at the red-head questioningly, his lush lips parted slightly because of the way his chin was being grasped. Before he had time to react, the red-head's lips pressed to his. The blond pressed against him, trying to shove him away. Axel slipped his tongue into the smaller boy's mouth in response and Roxas froze as they brushed. The red-head used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, delving in deeper as he tasted the blond, his tongue brushing against Roxas' slowly. The blond shuddered, feeling that hand travelling down to his neck, finally resting on his shoulder before he pulled back.
"Not bad," he whispered as Roxas tried to catch his breath, "Sour but sweet and a little… salty," he continued, brushing his lips against Roxas' as he spoke before licking them and making the blond shudder again. Roxas closed his eyes. His heart was pounding. Not good—he still wanted the red-head. Badly. And the calculating bastard was asking for it. Roxas' left eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
"God fucking damn it," he murmured against the red-head's lips, grasping that fiery hair and pulling hard, making Axel hiss in pain just before the blond forcefully returned his kiss. Their tongues clashed over and over, battling, and the red-head allowed himself to be lead backward until he nearly tripped on the toilet and was forced to sit on it. He broke the kiss as the blond straddled him, grasping his hips.
"Something else has me curious," he whispered, their eyes locking. Roxas stared into those beautiful green eyes, mesmerized. The red-head was just like a drug- addicting- and the blond wanted more.
"Yes?" he whispered.
"Why did you try to leave…? Why did you try to disappear completely, even going as far as transferring rooms?" The blond closed his eyes, wondering how much the red-head knew.
"If you must know, I didn't know you, we were drunk and we fucked. I didn't want to deal with you possibly wanting a relationship or, on the other end of the spectrum, being pissed as hell that we'd had sex and I'd taken your virginity." The blond reopened his eyes and then glanced away, going silent for a moment or two. "You want the former, I suppose, don't you?"
"What I wanted, tonight, was to find out why you were acting coldly and avoiding me, as well as to re-extend the offer to hear your proposal. I bought you that drink earlier because I could tell that I was stressing you out and you looked like you needed to relax… as well as to lure you in here." Roxas blinked, looking surprised, almost forgetting that he was still straddling the red-head. Almost. "What I've gained is insight as to who you are," he continued. "Now that I've seen a glimpse, I want more."
"Why? Want to be more than just another good fuck?" The blond asked mockingly. Axel smirked.
"Because, I liked what I saw," he whispered. Roxas' eyes narrowed.
"I doubt that's all you want." The red-head's smirk widened.
"You're right," he whispered back, sliding his hands into Roxas' back pockets before grasping him and pulling him closer, making the smaller boy gasp. "That's not all I want. I want to drive you wild with lust, push you to the brink of insanity, and to be all you'll ever want, all you'll ever need."
"So I was right." Axel smirked, amused once more.
"I never denied it, did I?" he whispered back. Roxas frowned, eyes narrowing.
"I'm not submitting to you, ever." The red-head chuckled.
"I never said you had to," he replied, bending down until he was barely an inch away and managing to make the blond blink in surprise for a second time. "By all means, my ass is yours, if you want it, so long as I'm the only one that gets to drive you mad." Roxas smirked, reviewing what the red-head had said in his mind.
"I like your proposition, Axel, actually," he whispered, smirk widening before he locked his lips with the red-head's. Axel allowed the blond to kiss him, kissing back lazily until Roxas pulled back. "Two more conditions though."
"Yes?"
"One: you still owe me a shirt. Giving the buttons back doesn't count." Axel snorted in amusement.
"Okay."
"Two: I'm not yours unless you specifically ask me to be and I agree." The red-head smiled slightly.
"Fair enough," he whispered back. The blond smiled as well.
"Alright then, let's get better acquainted."
-TBC-
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