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Love:: Misunderstanding
By : hachi-miitsu
Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe
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Chapter List
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*walks like an Egyptian*
Booooo! I’m so tired x3 Here, here~ I haz something for yew.
No oen. No sue. No munnie. Nothin. Bah. I'll get the typos out later.

Chapter Eight: Over and Under and Through the Wood…
The paramedics Axel took the liberty to call were efficient, unsympathetic. People died every day and this was just a job to them. Feelings played no role when carting off another body.
They would never know her quiet strength or her kind smile and gentle hugs.
Axel buried Roxas's face in his shoulder as they came in to zip up the black bag, disturbing in its uniformity. It could have been anyone in there. But it wasn’t. It was his mother, his precious dead mother.
Roxas insisted on staying. The blonde watched them take his mother with empty eyes.
The police came, questioning, a little more sympathetic. They were worse than the paramedics because with those feelings, Roxas knew that a living person was no longer living. They were gentle and careful when he didn't want them to be because it made it…real. The cold of her corpse was like plastic, surreal. The humanity was gone. But when the police came with their cruel, pitying words and scribbling pens…
The woman in the siren wasn't screaming anymore but the lights still blinded, amplified by the stale tears that scraped at the corners of the boy's eyes.
The police eventually left.
Roxas didn't.
Axel called the school to leave a message but in the end, he left too. He still kept to the never-stay-over rule. That was fine. That was usual. Roxas needed usual. If he had decided to stay, it would've just made everything harder.
And so, Roxas was left with nothing but his thoughts.
It wasn't like she was too old to give birth to her son and raise him right. It wasn't like she would know the years she had were numbered, that she wouldn't even last long enough to see her son graduate from high school. It wasn't like…
It never stopped hurting.
Because there were times when Roxas would feel nothing at all. Of course, those blissful times were only moments. Moments of waking up and padding to her room with a cup of tea to wake her up, only to realize she wasn't in her bed. Moments of turning to tell her something he was thinking only to realize that she wasn't there beside him and she couldn't hear his words anymore. Moments. Just moments.
Then it would rip through his soul again. The house being empty, he could scream and so he did to his heart's discontent. While he stared bitterly down at a plate of food. While he packed boxes and prepared to move since the meager checks he got from the government weren't enough to cover the rent for the place. Those would only last so long since he was seventeen. They'd stop in a few months. He was moving due to ethics and law.
It was normal wasn't it, for a child to bury the parent? Yes, ethics and law. People said that it was far sadder to watch a mother bury her son, but those people were just sympathetic onlookers that kept ugly thoughts in the back of their minds as they watched on the sidelines with pitying glances and whispers behind hands that were loud enough to hear.
Just people who secretly gloated or sighed with relief. Better you than me.
Roxas couldn't say that, could he? Why hadn't he been taken instead? Why was he left behind?
He was just like them; though the words weren't the same, the sentiment was still ugly and wrong. He was still here.
She'd gone where he couldn't follow.
At first, he'd blamed her. He blamed her for running away, for not telling him what was wrong, for not letting him protect her even though nothing could've been done. He blamed his mother for hurting both of them, for letting him think that they would always be there for each other. He blamed her for leaving.
But that didn't last long. He couldn't blame his mother, not when she had suffered the most, not when Roxas still loved her so deeply—not when she was gone, no longer there to blame.
So Roxas turned his anger on the closest and farthest from his heart: his father and Axel. Axel had occupied his attention with giddy distractions, had broken him out of the shell he'd lived in comfortably for his whole life. Had taken time he could have spent with his mother before her final moments, especially...
And Roxas's father…oh, that bastard.
They'd been forced to leave him, his fists that left scars only they would see, invisible to all others. His father had been the catalyst that forced his mother to push herself to the breaking point and beyond. The vile, faceless man had hurt them so badly for so many years even after he was gone. Had stolen their freedom and chained his mother down with debts that couldn't be paid with his absence.
The hatred grew inside of Roxas until he thought he could hate no one more than he did those two men—until he realized whose fault everything truly was.
He could hold onto the secret hatred for his father as he'd always done, but not Axel. Not the boy who helped him so much, in so many ways.
No, Axel was arguably the only thing keeping him afloat. He would be absent at times but that was usual. When he'd come back bruises would be blooming like ugly flowers on his face, his arms, and undoubtedly other places out of sight. Roxas didn't ask where they were from. One time he'd even stumbled in with blood coating his front, but Roxas couldn't say he was truly mortified anymore.
Because he'd made a realization.
With that realization all of his blame, anger, and hatred turned inward like the festering virus that had taken his mother. It was his fault. In the end, it had been his duty to protect her and he had failed. She was dead because of him.
No, it never stopped hurting really.
The pain and anger and denial warred within him until he was exhausted and obsessed. A week.
They'd given him a week off from school to get his business squared away. To m-mourn. Seven whole days, a sleepless limbo; seven eternities.
Axel went to class in Roxas's place and picked up the lecture notes and homework. He spent as much time as he could, tutoring Roxas on things he didn't understand nor did he care about, cooking for him, holding his hand. Axel even went around to the closest businesses and picked up job applications. Roxas was hired almost immediately at the service station nearby. Everything seemed to be falling into place. And yet…
And yet he felt resigned.
Roxas spent his eternities packing, moving, screaming. He'd sit in his mother's room for hours at a time, staring ahead listless. He could still hear her. See her. He drifted from wall to wall then sat on her bed and stared. Just stared.
But then the time came to pack up her stuff as well…that had been the worst.
Axel protested with a fervor that would have surprised Roxas, but then he was untouchable by anything but his own desolation. The stuff would have to be gotten rid of. He had no room for it and if he wanted to get by then…sacrifices would have to be made. The apartment wasn't big enough to store her things. It was barely large enough for what meager belongings Roxas needed to keep.
It was like he was losing her all over again. With every article of clothing, piece of jewelry… the pictures. The memories.
She was gone.
One of those particular days (Tuesday?) before the funeral was to be held (Thursday?…eternity), Roxas was sifting through her closet with numb fingers. He frowned and paused when something caught the off light. Bending, Roxas dug until he could wrap hands around the cool surface and pull whatever it was free.
He sorely wished he hadn't. It was the clock. The clock she'd hidden…
Roxas choked and bowed into himself, hugging the sharp old corners to him. With every tick, it vibrated against his chest like it was alive. It was alive and his mother was dead. The blonde shuddered, having lost his voice a while ago to the drilling weight that insisted on squeezing his heart until it shattered. But the tears came, replenished into a molten ache that carved down his face as he trembled.
He didn't hear Axel come in. He didn't feel Axel's arms as they encircled him and gently pulled him back into reality. He just pressed closer, the edges digging, digging, digging.
Stabbing.
Laughing.
Tick, tick, tick...tock.
Clockwork.
Thursday. His stuff was all moved. He was situated in the new place. His mother's possessions had been boxed away and donated. The clock ticked by his bedside, the only piece of her he allowed himself to keep.
Dark. It was dark outside when Axel knocked on his door. Dark like the suit he wore, sedate and severe like the ponytail he'd gathered his spikes into. Axel nudged his way inside to set about making breakfast without a word while Roxas turned to get dressed. When he came back clad in his own suit toast, eggs, and bacon were waiting for him.
Roxas gulped and pulled on his jacket. Axel remained silent as the blonde walked past him and toed on his shoes at the door. The redhead looked back at the breakfast and then at Roxas again, knowing it wasn't going to be touched.
Roxas was ever a creature of habit, after all.
They marched in the chilly, glaring overcast that had replaced the dark for a long time with a little distance between them but it wasn't angry or sad. It was that natural distance that hurt without hurting.
The two figures trudged through the gates of the cemetery. It had been his mother's last wish; a quirky part of herself that wanted to be close to the plants. This was usually reserved for those with a substantial amount of money because there was just no room in Japan but some exception had been made for Roxas. A letter. A check from some mysterious benefactor that was just enough to cover the funeral, the grave marker, and nothing else. A pre-absolved decision between the same mysterious benefactor and the cemetery curators.
After checking in they found the allotted spot tucked against a sloping hill that was slippery from morning dew. A mound of fresh soil was piled to one side, ugly as a pimple on the flat ground. It was a damp and somber sight. And the gaping maw it stood next to was scary.
Six feet down, a perfectly square hole in the earth. In his world. Cold tears from the sky plunked against his hair and Roxas squinted up into the light downpour. The heavens were weeping for her too. Cold, dead tears because live ones were hot and salty and burned more than acid. This was soothing, freezing, numbing.
Roxas grit his teeth and forced himself to stare back down into that empty space, forced himself to remember that this is where she would be from now on. He stood there for a long while, forgetting Axel, not noticing when the other mourners showed up; her coworkers. A man with long ash bronze hair and green eyes. Her boss? No, he'd met his mother's boss before and that man certainly wasn't it.
Some darkly humorous part of himself fancied that Roxas was a ghost, an invisible drifter who was watching these people cry and grieve for his mother from far away. No more words were said and Roxas stood with his head bent, watching them pitter away out of the corner of his eye.
When everyone left, Roxas found himself facing the modest grave marker with a sense of guilt and anguish. It was like it demanded an explanation. He sat down and stared at it for a long while, so many words and apologies rushing through his mind that had come too late. Finally, he managed a weak, "I should've known…" his breath caught, and the rest of his words were strangled into silence.
Roxas brooded, resenting himself more as every second ticked away. The more he mulled the past over in his mind, the more he realized what he should have done differently. He could have been more caring, more careful, more sensitive. Looking back, he would have changed everything...and nothing. He treasured the time he had had with her, but he wished selfishly that it could have lasted forever. Or, at the very least, that his mom had been spared.
Roxas would have done anything to give his mother a chance at happiness, even if that meant sacrificing his own.
The loathing didn't last for long as a movement in front of him forced his sight into focus. All mental facilities screeched to halt. Where once static and clamor warred inside his mind, there was now only perfect silence. The blood rushed out of his face like a torrential flood as he shot to his feet.
The faceless man suddenly had a face. And he stood there on the other side of the lowering casket staring at the boy, his hand clasped into the man's that had torn Roxas's family apart.
There it was; why he loathed his sprouting feelings for Axel, why he despised the idea that he could become something like his father, why... he secretly hated himself for not putting more of an effort into fight it. Roxas's father had left his mom for another man. A gay man had turned his life upside down.
Axel was different though…or so Roxas desperately tried to convince himself.
The guy in question had his hand on Roxas's shoulder, sensing tenseness where there had only been resignation before. Roxas's fists clenched so tightly that blood was beginning to drip from them, mixing with the falling rain like an obscene parody. The fury rose as the sea of blood sloshed from the foreign heat that erupted in his body.
He'd been cold before. Too cold, he realized now as his stomach turned. The fires of unspeakable, disgusted rage blasted through his core.
The bastard had the balls to break eye contact with his son as he bent his head in mourning.
Roxas waited until the drone from the lowering device ceased. He waited until mounds of earth were heaved onto the polished wood of her casket with wet slaps that echoed finality until it was no longer visible. He didn't want her to hear.
Roxas stormed over to his father who had turned to leave and grabbed his arm before he could walk any further.
"What the hell are you doing here", he demanded hotly. And then it all clicked. "You", Roxas stumbled back, horrified.
His drawn expression grew even more lined as he tried to meet his son's eyes and failed. "I loved your mother Roxas. It was only right that I come—"
"No”, the boy roared, “You have no right! You don't do anything while she's alive but you'll bury your wife, my mother, in luxury? Is that it? How fucking sick are you?"
"Don't you dare speak to me like that, young man. I'm still your father."
Since boyhood, he'd been paralyzed by helplessness. But with death came release, and something snapped in Roxas's chest at that moment. That something was change. He wasn't the same sniveling brat his father used to backhand. He wasn't…because he couldn't afford to be. Life flooded into his limbs and sharpened their surroundings into painful clarity.
It was this man's fault his mom had to get that job at the company that forced her to transfer so much. It was this man's fault his mom, his beautiful, precious, ragged mom had turned herself from doting housewife to breadwinner overnight.
It was his fault that Roxas hadn't been able to make any friends. All of the blame, the loathing, the suffering; it shifted with that change and Roxas stood a little straighter. It was all this man's fault.
He and his mother had stuck together, with no help from him. Roxas shook as that shift swirled into a black hatred that festered in his heart and in his eyes. Color drained from everything around them, leaving Roxas hypersensitive to his father and himself in that grey space. "Look at me", he spat. "Look at me, damn you! You can't can you?"
The man flinched and kept his eyes trained on something past Roxas's head. Face convulsing, Roxas smiled without mirth.
"You can't because you crushed us when you left to be with that…that faggot! Because you know I'm right!"
Roxas was dimly aware that he was yelling now. His voice cracked and other mourners, some of them stragglers from his mother's ceremony, some not, started looking back to see what was going on.
Axel stood behind Roxas but had removed his hand from the quaking boy's shoulder. His anger was so potent and stunning, touching him at that moment would have been sacrilege. His body tensed however, in case Roxas needed his help.
"Lower your voice", the man pleaded quietly. "Please, people are starting to stare."
“Let them look. Let the whole world hear! You. Are. A. Scumbag—"
The blow came out of nowhere. Roxas flew back as a solid punch from the man connected with a sharp crack against his cheek. The boy hit the ground as black sparks exploded across his vision. He lay there for a moment as the cold, wet grass stabbed through the suit jacket. The rain fell heavier now, egging on their confrontation. Trying to sit up, Roxas groaned as his body spasmed. His head spun and all the air was stolen from his burning lungs.
Dazed, Roxas blinked as arms picked him up. A voice was blustering over him.
"I didn't mean…he was just so…Oh Roxas, I'm sorry…"
Axel shoved the man's partner off of him before tearing Roxas out of his father's arms with a feral snarl.
"Wait, please I…it wasn't supposed to be like thi—"
The redhead rounded on him as he clutched Roxas to his chest. "Back the fuck off. Now."
Roxas's father backpedaled without thinking, forgetting the fact that a teenager was bossing him around. The age gap didn't matter. He held no qualms in believing that this boy could rip out his throat if he so chose and the man feared those flashing green eyes that weren't quite sane. "If you ever raise a hand to him again I'll…"
He said no more but he didn't need to as he whirled around and began to carry his precious burden away.
Roxas squirmed after a few moments, realizing what was happening. "No. No Axel, put me down." His words were slurred and he winced at the electric throb in his cheek.
"The hell I will! If that son of a bitch touches you again... No Roxas. There's no way I'm letting go."
The blonde let a warm tingle wash over him at Axel's fierce protectiveness. It dulled some of his own rage and for that, he owed Axel. But this was important. His voice softened as he wrapped his arms around Axel's neck and brought his mouth level with the redhead's ear. "Then take me over to him. I have to do this."
Axel shivered and closed his eyes as he halted his steps. Roxas had just made it clear exactly where Axel stood in his eyes and yet the redhead couldn't find the strength to deny the arousal that bubbled at his crotch from the closeness. He bit his lip as the boy shifted in his arms. Roxas felt so good there.
"Please Axel."
He stood motionless for a minute before nodding, a muscle working furiously in his jaw. He eased the blonde to stand as he slung one of Roxas's arms over his shoulder. Bending to accommodate the height difference, Axel helped his charge stumble over on shaky legs.
Roxas faced the man who still called himself a father as he shook in his partner's arms, the other man trying to console him with quiet murmurs. The blonde motioned for Axel to help him step closer and Axel refused at first, but in the end he relented. The man looked ill as he reached out and cupped where he had struck when Roxas got close enough.
"You have your mother's eyes", he whispered as tears swam around his. "Roxas, I'm so sorry. For everything. I've changed…really, I have." The wound against his palm pulsed viciously, as if arguing of its own accord. "Please let me make this righ—"
There, in front of God and everybody, Roxas spit in his father's face. The man's eyes snapped closed in shock and he flinched but didn't wipe the spittle off. Instead, he opened his eyes again and stared for a long, sad moment at his boy before his partner's handkerchief came up to gently swab the hateful evidence away.
Roxas allowed himself to be swept up into Axel's arms once more without protest. It was done.
As they walked, the world drowned quietly around them.
The rain was a dull roar now; every drop like jagged glass that scratched against his face, arms, body. It cooled the fire inside and soothed the welt that was rising on Roxas's cheek.
They made their way slowly back to the apartment and stumbled inside. Roxas was soaked to the bone and his teeth chattered, but his eyes were bone dry even as the painful blow scraped at his mind. Axel pulled the ice tray from the freezer, dropping some frozen cubes into a rag. Roxas lost his feet and plopped on the couch, grimacing when Axel placed a cold weight on his face.
He then chose to take a seat across from the blonde as they both contemplated each other in silence. After a stretch and with the heavens lulled, Axel's voice broke the hush. It was filled with hesitant pain.
"You…you really hate us don't you?"
Roxas made a face. "Us?" It took him a moment to piece things together but when he did Roxas shot up in his seat. Faggots.
Axel was…
"No. God, no… what I said back there... It was aimed at him and that asshole. I wasn't talking about you. You're my friend, aren't you? I don't give a rip about your sexuality. In fact…" Roxas's words hitched as a lump in his throat. Why did he always have to fucking shoot his mouth off without thinking?
Sensing his regret, Axel silently forgave the blonde as he came and sat next to him, readjusting the makeshift cold pack that Roxas had let it slip while trying to explain….what? His feelings towards…for another guy? For the one who was different?
No. That sounded too cliché. But as Axel's fingers grazed the blonde's face, he couldn't seem to work up the energy to care.
He hurt. And Axel was there to soothe him.
He was alone. So Axel stayed beside him.
Axel like guys...but maybe Roxas could give him a chance despite his own issues. Different sex. Same sex. Wasn't the result the same if both parties were earnest enough? There was no betrayal here, no previous commitments to hold either of them back. They were free to choose.
The walls constricted in on themselves like they were eager to press Axel and Roxas closer together as this thought flitted through his fogged mind. Fog. Heavy breaths, like mist were exchanged between the two boys. It swirled around them and hazed their minds as if to say: nobody is watching, it's safe.
When Roxas leaned in closer, a slow careful movement, Axel mirrored the motion without thinking. His mouth went suddenly dry, forcing him to swallow, pulse quickening as they both acknowledged what they'd been dancing around this whole time.
The blonde submerged himself in the heady details of Axel's body, memorizing, worshiping with his eyes. From his red hair so like muted fire, to the damp droplets that clung to his suit jacket rolled up at the elbows. Even the way his neck and shoulder met in a creamy juncture. His skin was cold but still pulsed with an undercurrent of life that thrilled down Roxas's spine.
His cheek throbbed, accusing him of soiling this relationship that they had with his dirty, unnatural thoughts. Roxas pushed them away. He wasn't his father and he damn sure wasn't being selfish. Axel was soothing and he wanted that comfort at the moment.
A new side of Roxas sparked into being, fueled by the way he'd stood against the monster that had haunted his entire life. He'd take what he wanted because now…there was nothing to hold him back.
I'm sorry mom, I can't.
Axel was close enough for him to touch, his head titled to one side as he was drawn in by the force of their proximity. Acting on instinct, Roxas reached up and pulled the band from his hair, allowing those wild locks to spill free as they teased his palm like fine silk.
The redhead flinched but never let his eyes tear away from the blue shards of heated ice that carved a lasting mark on his soul. He leaned into the gentle caress and nuzzled Roxas's warm wrist. When he turned back, Roxas's eyes had darkened a shade or two. Axel sucked a sharp breathe between his teeth, wanting to taste the blushing pout that parted in wonderment as it breathed moist puffs against his face.
So caught up was he in wanting taking those lips again, Axel's mind didn't fully register when they pressed themselves of their own accord against the corner of his mouth. Stunned, he sat there for a second, blinking. When Roxas's softness kneaded against him he began to tremble. The blonde's eyes were closed as he titled his head to meld their mouths together fully.
Axel dipped his head and made a small noise of surprise when he felt the other boy's tongue dart out. Grabbing the blonde's shoulders, he separated them with a gasp. "Woah…Roxas, woah."
Roxas's eyes fluttered open again, glazed as his chest heaved. His lips once again parted, were all the more enticing now from the puffiness and the blush that dusted through the rest of his tan skin. The redhead swallowed a groan at the sight.
"Don't", Roxas murmured. "Don't pull away." He leaned in again but Axel stopped him.
"Roxas, hold on. This isn't fair. Please don't tease me like this when you know how I feel."
The blonde didn't need any convincing this time as he leaned back and cut Axel with an incredulous glare. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
Axel shook his head, not trusting himself to speak.
Roxas's face flickered from astonished, to embarrassed, to mortified in dizzying succession.
"Oh my God. So you just let me throw myself—" The words squeezed out in a rushed, whispered squeak. "I thought I did know...how you feel. Oh God—"
The blonde bolted to his feet to make his escape, cold compress forgotten. He only made it so far because a large hand snagged his wrist.
"Wait. Roxas, wait."
"No", the blonde cried out, trying to tug away from Axel's hold. His humiliation amplified tenfold for having misread the signals. For having wanted it himself. He'd been so wrong. So wrong and stupid for even thinking…
"It is." Axel's low timbre cut into his castigation.
Roxas looked up and blinked. "Huh?"
"It is what I wanted…want. I do." Axel forced himself to keep eye contact despite the pink that was creeping across his nose. He raked his free hand through his hair as frustration tinged his voice. "Just not like... this."
Roxas paused from his escape attempts that were weakening by the second as he waited for the other boy to elaborate.
"I just…I want you to want it too. Try to understand, I don't want to you to feel like you're being forced into anything. I won't use you like that." His expression was sincere and his eyes lightened to jade as the muscles in his body coiled, willing Roxas to understand. His hand tightened around the boy's wrist involuntarily, throat drawing tight with choked emotion. "You're so…so beautiful. And strong. God Roxas, if you only knew…but I won't allow our selfishness and desire before to override the consequences after. And I sure as hell won't allow anything to hurt you. I can't let you do this knowing you would hate yourself later."
Roxas stumbled back onto the couch, dumbstruck. Axel's thumb had taken to rubbing small circles against the underside of his wrist, unknowingly shooting goose bumps up his entire arm.
"That's exactly it", the blonde sighed sadly.
Axel's face pulled tight, having anticipated that once reason reared its ugly head Roxas would pull back. But anticipating it happen still didn't stop the hurt, the disappointment. He should have just kept his mouth shut but in his heart, no matter how much he craved the blonde, he knew it was impossible to do any harm to him.
Roxas was rigid in his fragility, so taut that with the slightest bit of added pressure he'd shatter. Roxas had already lost so much, the redhead couldn't take his pride from him too. Axel's head bowed as his mouth twisted like something sour was swimming on his tongue.
Roxas's heart clenched as he brought up his other hand to cup the back of Axel's neck and guide him closer. At first the other boy protested but Roxas somehow managed to coax him forward until their lips whispered against each other.
Axel's eyes closed and his brows pulled together in a frown as the other boy smiled against their connected mouths. He couldn't help it really. Roxas broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Axel's own as their breathing mingled in breathless pants. Axel's eyes were still closed and he frowned harder than ever.
"That's exactly it", he repeated. "That right there is why I want to do this. I know you'd never hurt me. Not with everything you've done already. Even at your worst", Axel flinched and tried to pull away but Roxas dislodged his hand that Axel still held to cup his chin. His nails at the back of Axel's neck dragged across the pale flesh, making the redhead's eyes snap shut again as a pleasured shudder chased through his body. The distraction allowed Roxas to guide his face forward again. "Even at your worst you didn't strike out, and that's given me all the proof I need. Please, Axel. I need you right now."
When Axel's eyes fluttered open his gaze was filled with a blue so deep he fancied that he could dive right in and drown happily there. "Are you sure?"
Roxas snickered at the redhead's expression and Axel craned his neck back a little to stare down his nose at the shorter boy.
"This isn't funny Roxas."
"No", he teased. "It's actually quite serious."
Axel's jaw dropped at the turn of phrase. "Why you little", he growled snaking both of his hands behind Roxas's neck and pulling their lips together once again. They bumped clumsily like two moths to an enticing flame, nothing smooth about the way their tongues, teeth, and lips clashed.
"Hmm..mm!" Roxas squeaked when the redhead sucked his bottom lip between sharp teeth and rolled it in a way that sent pleasant sparks to his twitching crotch. The blonde gasped when Axel released him in favor of pushing his tongue between quivering lips, swiping and lashing at the soft wet heat.
Their mouths kneaded together, fighting off the niggling urge to gasp for breath while their tongues slid and flicked against one another. Roxas jumped, a tiny moan vibrating from his throat as Axel licked the roof of his mouth.
When it became too much, both heads snapped apart to take greedy gulps of air before the boys clung to each other for a second round that was just as dizzying as the first. Roxas made more small noises that spurned both of them on and before he even knew what he was doing, the blonde was clambering into Axel's lap to press their bodies closer together.
The heat, the numb fire…it was intoxicating. Roxas's eyes squeezed shut as he allowed Axel to plunder his mouth and devour his fleeting sanity.
"God", the redhead growled when he needed to take another breath. He ran his hands down Roxas's back as he brushed his mouth over the forgotten wound on the boy's cheek. "You." Kiss. "Taste." Lick. "So good." He coaxed Roxas's tongue into his mouth and twirled his own wet organ around it as he sucked greedily like Roxas was all the sustenance he'd ever need again.
The blonde pulled back at the suction, embarrassed at his blatant erection forming a heavy aching weight between his thighs. Even the blood that pulsed on his face seemed to have ulterior motives as it rushed down to join the rest at his center. He bit his lip while Axel littered his chin and neck with short kisses.
"I don't know how to do any of thi—ah!"
He clung to Axel's shoulders as the redhead's thigh nudged between his legs and pressed against Roxas's core with sinuous intent. Axel's arms came up and wrapped around his waist to grind him deeper onto the circular motion.
"Don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of you."
Roxas had no time to contemplate what that 'care' entailed because as soon as the words were said, Axel sucked sharply at the hollow of Roxas's throat. The blonde's eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his hips bucking and grinding on their own against Axel's never-ceasing rhythm. The redhead jerked off Roxas's jacket and threw it across the room, leaving him in only a semi-transparent white dress shirt and steadily constricting slacks.
Hoarse cries were evicted from his lips as Axel's mouth returned to trace up and down the perfect bronze pillar with unrestrained rapture. His arms tightened around Roxas as he slid down and replaced his thigh with the rolling insanity of his hips. He wanted to mark this boy, mix him up, let the whole world know.
Roxas Meguriaukagi belonged to him now. He wanted to shout out his victory, to make the other boy scream his name until his voice broke but the stream of quiet moans and praises would have to suffice… for now. Axel's fingers stole under sodden fabric and Roxas shuddered as they raked lightly against his heated flesh.
"Uhh…uhn!...ah", the blonde sobbed brokenly as his nails bit into Axel's shoulder.
It was too hot even with his jacket off and the breeze from the open window brushing against him like another pair of hands. Way too hot even though he couldn't stop shivering. Roxas's mind floated in the aroused ether as he gave over to the base desires he'd been quelling.
It felt too right to be wrong.
The taller boy smirked, abruptly ceasing the friction between Roxas's legs. The blonde whined and rubbed himself against Axel, needing more.
"D-don't…" It came out as a strangled whimper. Roxas should have been mortified but they were far past the point of shame now. All that mattered was the fire that roared in his body and coiled like scalding chains around his penis.
"Don't what", the taller boy purred against Roxas's fevered, love-kissed throat.
"Don't s-stop…uhm…please…"
Axel obliged as he stood up. Roxas's eyes snapped open as harsh pants were torn from his lungs while Axel's mouth resumed its lascivious menstruations. The taller boy's hands coasted down his sides in a lingering way that made a blaze sing through his blood as his legs came up to wrap around that lean waist in abandon. Axel cupped his ass and guided him until they were fitted against one another like puzzle pieces. With gritted teeth, Axel controlled a lazy piston that had Roxas's eyes rolling back again.
His limit approaching, Axel made hasty calculations then hefted the squirming bundle in his arms. He glanced down at the flushed blonde and bent to nuzzle and nip at his shoulder through the dress shirt before drawing back with it caught between his teeth. He shook his head like the ravenous hound he was before releasing it and appraising the breathless boy with equal hunger reflected in his eyes.
"I think you're a tad overdressed for the occasion, Rox" he husked against sweat and rain dampened flesh.
Roxas groaned and squeezed Axel's neck as he allowed himself to be swept off towards the bedroom.

*gets beaten by hordes of angry fangirls* xDDDD I couldn't help it~! No songs were used in the creation of this chapter. Just…lots of…uhm… >////> yeah. It WILL BE CONTINUED in the next chapter. *coughs* there will be so much butt sex =w= because it's the best way to ease the real pain. Ha. >///< Gosh, where does this all come from anyways? I'm sorry if my choppy lango throws you off >___< it's just my style and the more emotional I get when writing a scene the more halt-ish the words become. I hope you liked it regardless though :3 Thanks for reading~
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Love:: Misunderstanding	By : hachi-miitsu Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Love:: Misunderstanding