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X and Axl
Oneshot
A/N: Not particularly fond
of this pairing (*hiss*) but my girlfriend asked me to write it so I have no
say XD;;;; In any case, posting it here in all its
random glory lol. It’s not a long fic,
and it’s not meant to be very involving, all it had to do was be romantic (@.o;) and have sex. We all know how much of a romantic I am,
so you can imagine how difficult this was for me XD;;
in the end I went HA! to Grumpy and she is still
writing her fic. o.o
Onto fic
XD;;;
Sex is hardly ever just about sex.
~ Shirley MacLane
X filled out the day’s
paperwork quietly, hunched over his desk so far that at first glance one could
easily mistake him for sleeping. He wasn’t, much to his discontent. They were
still filing reports after the last major maverick attack, and if that weren’t
enough, X found himself in the midst of another staff rollover.
They had lost a lot of
hunters in the last war, and those who hadn’t been killed had drifted up
through the rinks to replace those who had. And that meant a new recruitment
campaign. He found himself buried in more paperwork than he could shake a stick
at, and sleep had become a rare commodity.
Not that that affected Zero
any. He heard a small snort and rolled his eyes, casting a glance in his
partner’s direction. No, Zero had no problem sleeping at all. In fact, he’d
found a way to incorporate his paperwork into his regular sleeping schedule.
“Zero, you’re drooling on
your paperwork.” X sighed, tapping the blonde and receiving nothing but a grunt
in response. He couldn’t really blame the taller man, though. While things had
been easier for Zero on the paper trail of things – his unit was much smaller,
Unit 00 – but Zero had been on field duty every night that week.
X grabbed his coat, smiling
slightly, and covered his friend with it gently. Let him rest, he needed it. He
filed the stack of finished paperwork he’d acquired, and decided to call it a
day himself. On top of the whole slew of work he had to look forward to every
day, he had a situation of his own to deal with. That situation had a name, and
it was probably raiding his friend right about now. A small
situation with two eyes, a big grin, and a large crisscrossed scar over his
nose.
Axl had managed to weasel himself into their lie some
six odd months ago, and as far as X could tell, his stay was going to be
permanent. Not that he minded now. Axl could stay
with the hunters until the sky fell down around them for all he cared.
He would love to say that
he’d liked the redhead right from the start, but that had hardly been the case.
X wasn’t as young anymore, and his patience and tolerance banks had depleted
over the years. Especially taking the fact that Zero was his
best friend and partner into consideration – that would take a hit on anyone’s sanity.
To make a long story short,
X was a creature of habit, and he liked things a certain way – quiet, orderly,
and regimented. Being in any army long term had that affect on someone, Zero
excluded. Axl was loud, hyper, and into everything.
In other words – they didn’t exactly hit it off.
X absolutely abhorred the
younger hunter, who got on his nerves. At least, he did until that day in the
cleanup zone where Red Alert’s headquarters had been located. That day had
changed everything.
The mavericks always fell
into a lull after a war, and this war had been no different. He had been
assigned to cleanup duty, along with most of the hunters, supervising their
progress and pegging off any remaining mavericks in the vicinity. Everything
had seemed fine, they were making a lot of progress as
the stress of the situation was slowly alleviated. Everyone seemed alright – Axl
seemed happy. In fact, he seemed better than alright, he’d managed to convince
them to let him join the hunters. As far as he could tell, everything was
perfect. He couldn’t have been more wrong if he’d tried.
Unbeknownst to any of them,
there were a lot of awful things festering in Axl all
those days as he slowly built up to a meltdown. He hadn’t known who to talk to,
since he hadn’t made very many friends, and his state of mind was as far from
the truth as one could get.
X had been halfway through
his day straight of cleanup duty, and he was starting to get more than a little
irritable. He’d left for a short while to deal with a problem in one of the
sectors he was in charge of – a piece of rubble had collapsed on a handful of reploids dissecting one of the western sections of the
building. When he returned, he was perturbed to find Axl
unaccounted for. He was tired, and dirty, and he wasn’t going to put up with
any slacking on the job. Especially from someone who’d come from Red Alert in
the first place.
He asked a few of the
workers if they’d seen the little red-haired freak, and it didn’t take long to
get pointed in the right direction – Axl stuck out
like a sore thumb. He headed off in that direction, closer to the parts of the
enormous base that were still burning out leaked fuels. He held his hand up to
his eyes, squinting through the veil of smoke and spotting a hazy patch of red.
He’d found him, it seemed.
“Axl!” He
shouted, louder than he’d originally intended, but that didn’t make him any
less annoyed. He stomped in his direction, hopping quickly over wreckage as he
went and fuming at this point.
Axl responded with an odd sounding “O-over here!”
Looking back on things now, he realized that the boy had been close to tears,
but at the time he’d mistaken it for fear at being caught lying down on the
job.
He stormed over to the
smaller robot, shoving a blackened piece of metal plating out of the way, and
set his hands on his hips in an almost maternal fashion. “Honestly! How are you
ever going to become a
hunter if you won’t even do a little clean up work!” He sighed
angrily, grumbling a little under his breath and gesturing around sharply.
“Especially when this is partly your mess to being with!”
Axl looked up at him sulkily, looking rather unhappy at
being chided that way, and said nothing, getting to his feet stiffly.
X continued angrily, no way
was he going to let the little brat off that easily. He’d been waiting for a
good reason to chew him out, and he planned to take full advantage of the
opportunity. He let his voice raise up a notch. “You
were heavily involved in the events of Red Alert, and… and..
Axl?”
The boy was still staring at
him with that sulky, squeezed too hard expression, but now there were tears.
Tears and a slight tremble to accompany them, like a live wire. He knew he
wasn’t that intimidating, so he safely ruled that out, which meant he was
distraught for some other reason. Whatever the reason, Axl
apparently had no intention of telling him.
“I have to go!” The smaller,
more agile robot turned quickly, scrambling to make a rather hasty retreat, but
X had too many years of experience under his belt to let a rookie hunter escape
that easily. “Axl!” he bellowed, more from surprised
than anything. He grabbed for the redhead, leaping forward and tackling him
easily, looping his arms around his waist and jerking him back with a firm tug.
Axl cried out in protest, between hitching, gasping
sobs, then actually bit him. X wasn’t
wearing his armor, but Axl’s teeth really didn’t do
much to dissuade him, and he held on tighter. The smaller hunter struggled
harder and they both went down, Axl trying to wriggle
free on his hands and knees. “Leave me alone!” he screamed unhappily.
X managed to twist Axl’s struggling, writhing form around, gripping onto his
shoulders. He wanted to shake the hysterical reploid,
or slap him until he gained control of himself, but instead he bit his lip and
held him in place, speaking to him soothingly. “Shh… Calm down, Axl. You’re making a
scene…” He made the younger bot look up, holding him with his eyes. “This
really upsets you, doesn’t it?”
Axl heaved barely controlled sobs, gasping for breath
and shaking his head vehemently in denial. “It doesn’t! I’m a hunter! I’m not.. not one of them! I’m not… I
don’t care about him! He abandoned me!”
X found himself taken aback
by how venomous Axl’s response had been. Abandoned…?
He thought quietly, azure blue eyes still boring into Axl’s
wide emerald ones. Finally, the wheels started to turn slowly, and it became so
obvious – so damned obvious that the
brunette couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it sooner. How busy had he been hating Axl?
“Red…” X murmured quietly,
frowning a little. “Was he your creator, Axl?” The
anger fell away in rapid layers, like a veil pulled away from his face. He kept
his grip on the rookie, but it loosened slightly. Axl
wouldn’t try to run anymore, he knew that without even
asking, it was written all over the young robot’s face.
Axl shook his head again, so hard that tears fell away
from his face, too shaken up to bother wiping them away. A faint shudder ran up
his spine as he tried to work a response out of his trembling lips. “No… I
don’t know who my creator is, but I know it wasn’t him. He told me.” He wound
his arms around himself, hugging himself tightly.
“…But he was your father,
wasn’t he?” X did his best to give him a gentle look. He didn’t want to push Axl too far, make him talk about something he couldn’t
handle, but this wound needed to be reopened so it could heal properly.
“…. I used to call him Papa
Red…” Suddenly Axl’s arms were around him, holding
him painfully tight. The boy drew himself to the tips of his toes, burying his
face in the older hunter’s shoulder and sobbing loudly. X brought a hand up
slowly, rubbing his back awkwardly and sighing. The redhead drew himself closer
at that, letting weeks of built up stress and buried emotions best him as he crumpled
against him.
“Axl…”
he murmured comfortingly, truly feeling for the boy for the first time. He knew
better than anyone what betrayal felt like, and could only imagine how long the
boy had been bearing the cross alone. “Sigma will pay for what he did… he’ll pay for everything, I promise. No matter how many times he returns.” He stayed that way for
a long time, just holding him until Axl finally
exhausted himself into shutdown.
Then he’d carried him home. His new home.
He’d had no idea how much
that one simple act of kindness would change their relationship, not that he
would take that back now, even with that knowledge. It had been the beginning.
After that day, Axl followed him around twice as much. At first it had
gotten down to the barest of his nerves – tripping over another body day in and
out can have that effect on a person. But as he spent more time in the boy’s
presence, and more time talking to and getting to know him, he found he didn’t
despise the boy as much as he thought. In fact, he found he began to rather
enjoy the company.
He also learned a lot more
about the redhead. Not just his fighting and DNA cloning capabilities, but him. He hadn’t realized just how much Axl had been through, and wondered how he could remain in
such good spirits while he himself was so clouded over with depression.
Granted, Axl
hadn’t been through nearly as much as X had – things had a habit of going bad
for him and those around him, part of the reason he didn’t go out of his way to
make friends anymore. So far, the only people he was close to with a good track
record were Alia and Zero. Well, Zero had a so-so record, he did
have a nasty habit of dying now and again.
The closer he had gotten to Axl, the more he thought of him as a friend. And then… he
wasn’t sure when or how the line between friendship and more had dissolved, but
it had occurred just the same. It had started with the evolution from hug to
kiss, then kiss to… Deeper things.
He couldn’t explain how or
why it had happened, but although he had no clear memory of the transitional
period itself, he could remember the first time they had actually broken down
the fourth wall of the friendship barrier itself.
Axl had moved into his quarters at some point – there
had been no real decision about it. The boy had just started spending more time
with the older hunter, and more and more of his personal belongings had ended
up in the larger dormitory.
By that point, they were
sharing a bed together, had done everything under the sun but that one act that
changes everything, and Axl’s old room was already
host to a new rookie.
X had been lying in bed,
thinking over a battle plan he and Zero had thrown together for the next day’s
mission, when the smaller man had stepped into the room, not a stitch of
clothing about himself.
X looked up from the roughly
sketched map he had been going over, and his mouth dropped at the sight, face
flushing red with the heat of his blood. He diverted his eyes politely,
although they had been fooling around a lot, it was an unspoken rule that they
didn’t allow themselves to see the other naked. The only person he had ever
gotten a real look at stark naked was Zero. “H-hey, I was looking for you.” He
stammered, staring hard at the map again. “I won’t be around most of tomorrow,
Zero and I…” The words died in his throat as Axl came
around the side of the bed, standing in front of him. “Axl!” He cried, exasperated.
The redhead leaned forward
slightly, resting his hands on the older bot’s shoulders. “It’s
okay!” he piped cheerily. “I… I want you to see.” He stood back suddenly, resting his arms at his sides and giving X the
chance to have a good glimpse at everything he owned.
X stared him over, eyes
tracing up then down his body, feeling a blush rise slowly on his cheeks. “Axl…” He rose a hand up slowly, running it over the smooth
rise and fall of his abdominal muscles as he breathed out silently, then roved
around behind and came to rest on his firm ass. He splayed his fingers gently,
guiding his middle digit down the cleft between his cheeks, past his entrance
and continuing until they reached his sack.
Axl made a small whimper, arching back into the touch
shyly and biting the back of his hand. “I want to see you too.” he murmured
quietly. X had always been the more secretive of the two, and Axl had seen a lot less of X than the older hunter had ever
seen of him.
“…Okay.” He gave him a
small, shy smile and disrobed quietly, leaning back on the bed and letting Axl stare at his nude self. He watched Axl
drink the sight of him in, eyes coming to rest finally on the older reploid’s excitement.
“Is it going to hurt?” he
inquired curiously, doing his best not to look nervous, and settled down next
to the brunette quietly. He leaned against him gently, resting his head on his shoulder
lightly and gazing up at him.
X pushed him back carefully
and rolled onto him quietly, kissing his cheek and reaching down to hold his
hand. He settled his lips on the boy’s sweetly in a mock kiss. Leaning back a
little, he murmured quietly. “It might hurt a little at first, I won’t lie to
you. But it’s going to feel so good… so incredibly nice that you won’t mind,
and the pain goes away.” He reached down, caressing Axl’s
length gently with his right hand and feeling him over. “Are you sure you want
to do… this?” He asked patiently, gesturing idly and giving him the chance to
back out if need be.
The redhead shook his head
slightly, and the taller man fell on him, drawing a deep, dizzying kiss from
his open mouth. He was excited, aroused, and nervous all at the same time. He
knew what this meant, and remembered Zero’s words of
caution when he’d brought the change in the relationship’s metrics up with him.
Unlike humans, reploids generally didn’t stick to just a single partner,
especially ones in the hunters. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for one to be
involved with several different people at the same time. X had always been a
bit of an exception, and this was no different. Other than Zero he had never
really expressed much of an interest in any other reploids,
male or female. He’d had his fair share of others, but he typically turned his
would be suitors down.
Zero had been very surprised
when X had brought it up with him, and while he didn’t seem to mind the idea
very much, he had cautioned X to be very careful about how he went about
things. Axl was still very young, he had warned.
X had taken that into
careful consideration, and even now he had his reservations about things. But Axl seemed more than ready, and he felt himself relax a
little. He slid a hand over the the boy’s thigh
gently, tracing it down to his knee, then used it to part his creamy legs,
exposing what X ultimately wanted to take.
He pressed a finger over Axl’s entrance, not yet penetrating, and earned a faint yet
coherent “please” from the shorter bot. Encouraged by this, he kissed Axl again, this time refusing to free his mouth. Keeping
the redhead distracted, he reached over, sliding his nightstand’s drawer open
quietly and withdrawing
a small, cylindrical bottle of lubrication from it.
He spread the cold gel over
his fingers, running it over Axl’s cleft and pressing
his middle finger into the boy gently. Axl made a
small, discontent noise at the offending cold, and he worked to find his spot,
finding it after a moment and earning a moan from the rookie as he lifted his
hips to greet the enjoyable pressure. X smiled slightly in amusement as Axl’s muscles clenched in an unconscious attempt to expel
X’s invading digit.
The brunette glanced up at
the smaller man and couldn’t help a small chuckle. Axl’s
face was flushed already, and he was staring at X with a bewildered expression,
one of the hunter’s pillows clutched tightly to him in a mock bear-hug. His
chest was rising and falling in rapid succession – he was panting already and
they’d hardly even begun. X cracked a small grin.
It never ceased to amuse and
entertain X how easily excitable he was. “Hang tight, kid. We’re just getting
started.” He reached up, cupping his cheek gently and bringing the younger
hunter out of his daze. He kissed him again, slowly, and resumed moving his
fingers inside him, making smooth scissoring motions to stretch and spread the
tight knot resting between his cheeks.
He pulled his lips away and
kissed the scar marking his nose lightly, earning a small giggle from the
rookie, followed by a sharp intake of breath as X leaned down suddenly, suctioning him up into his mouth. He couldn’t resist a
mental grin at the sound – he loved playing with Axl,
and he was pretty sure the feeling was very, very mutual.
Axl reached down, a small shudder coursing through him
as X swallowed around him, throat flexing and working him in deeper. He gripped
onto X’s unruly brunette mop with a sharp squeal he hadn’t intended to make.
“X… N-no… I’m gonna..!” He released his almost
painful grip on the older man’s hair and pushed on his head firmly.
“T-together…!”
X paused, then slid him back
out quietly, smiling to himself. “Alright… if you want to wait for me, we’ll go
together.” He blushed slightly, easing his fingers out carefully and picking
the lube up again. He applied a generous amount to himself with a sharp intake
of breath at the cold, wet feeling against his stiff heat, then set the bottle
aside and leaned over the shorter boy. “I want to make love to you.” he murmured
gently, pushing Axl’s legs up so they rest on the
taller man’s shoulders.
He pressed in carefully with
a slight shiver, earning a sharp gasp and a small moan from the redhead,
leaning down to kiss him again as he took the younger hunter’s virginity.
The boy kissed him back
almost desperately, hips working against his eagerly
as he squirmed to both stop and deepen the new sensation. He arched up heavily
as X thrust deeper yet, hitting the pinnacle of warm pleasure and causing a
loud squeak from him. He jerked up more, closing and compressing against X’s
length as the sensation increased, leading him to orgasm. He squealed loudly as
he met his peak, legs crossing behind X’s shoulder and pressing him tighter to
him.
With a small whimper he
settled back, panting and breathing hard. “a-ah.. X..” he sighed softly, spent.
X stared at him
incredulously, looking horribly amused and deeply frustrated at that. “H-huh…?
Did you… Already??” He groaned, frustrated with his
own needs, kissing his forehead, then rolled him over and had him again.
X looked up with a mildly
surprised expression, surprised he’d made the trek to his room already. He must
have been seriously lost in his thoughts. A little too seriously, a glance
south showed him. He felt himself blush slightly, embarrassed that Axl still managed to get him so hot.
He let himself into his room
quickly, rolling his eyes as he heard Axl in the
kitchen, doing just what he’d expected of the boy.
The shorter man peeked up
over the door of the fridge, grinning at him impishly. “X! You’re home! Oh
thank god, I’ve been so bored, and I was getting really impatient waiting for
you, do you know how boring it is here and…”
The boy continued to run on
cheerily, brightening up the room somehow and he smiled. Maybe things weren’t
that bad after all.
~End
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