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Molded Like Clay	By : inhisxeyes Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is a little something written for my dearest friend, Sylvia. She's the only one I'll ever write AkuRoku for; I love her too much to deny her. You'll forgive me if the plot seems a bit silly, but I don't ever write AkuRoku, so I'm not very practiced at coming up with plots that work with their relationship. But this is all for Sylvia, so as long as she likes it, I'm happy with the way it turned out <3

Molded Like Clay

Axel trudged into the pottery class, his hands jammed into the pockets of his shorts. He shouldered the door open and glanced around. There were only a few people here so far, but he didn't think there would be many more. The delinquent count in his backwater town was sadly lacking. With a frown on his handsome face, he took a seat as far away from the front of the room as he could. He propped his feet up onto the table and crossed his arms, hoping to look as unapproachable as possible. He spent the time before the instructor arrived by mulling over all the fun and entertaining things he could be doing if he were not in this place.

He was sure several hours had passed when he was smacked in the back of his head. Swearing loudly, he turned to see his best friend.

"Marluxia! You took your sweet time getting here, didn't you?" he said with a scowl. The pink haired man grinned and sat down next to Axel.

"Got a little tied up," he said in defense, displaying his red wrists to his friend.

"That shrimp keeps you busy, doesn't he?" the red head mused. Marluxia grinned again, looking thoroughly shagged.

"They don't call him Baron Von Nymphenstein for nothing," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

"And you're still sleeping with him, despite the fact that he got us in this situation in the first place?" Axel snapped. Marluxia shrugged.

"Blame my wanting body," he said distractedly.

"You're the worst kind of dumbass there is, yanno that?" Axel grumbled. He could see that Marluxia was about to open his mouth to fire off a witty reply, but the door at the front of the room banged open and a young man strode in. He was younger than both Marluxia and Axel, by maybe a year or two. His spiky blond hair stuck out in every direction, and his blue eyes shone vibrantly even in the artificial lightning of the recreational room. It took Axel a minute to recognize the man, but when he did, he gaped.

"Welcome!" he said, a small smile on his face. "My name is Roxas, and I'll be your instructor for the next few weeks." There was a series of noncommittal grunts from the small group of delinquents. Roxas continued speaking to the group, but Axel remained oblivious to his words - he was still in shocks. He simply could not believe that Roxas was here, now. Marluxia leaned over and lightly socked him in the jaw.

"The fuck, man," he said in a hushed voice. Axel leaned over, but his eyes remained on Roxas.

"That's my ex-boyfriend!" he whispered harshly. Marluxia's eyebrows went up, disappearing beneath pink bangs.

"I thought he moved across the country. What's he doing here?" he asked. Axel furrowed his brow at his friend.

"If I knew that, d'you think I'd be gaping like a fish out of water?" he grumbled.

Only a few years ago, thought it seemed so much longer, Axel and Roxas had been inseparable. Despite their young age, they'd falled in love. Roxas' aunt, whom the blond lived with, disapproved of very strongly of their relationship. Axel had been a problem child even then, but he'd made Roxas happy. But when Axel accidentally burned down their greenhouse, Roxas' aunt had packed up the blond and his cousin and moved the small family to the other side of the country. She had then forbidden Roxas to have any contact at all with Axel, forcing the two to break up.

Now Axel was eighteen, which meant that Roxas was seventeen, which meant that he was supposed to still be living with his aunt. And as long as Axel lived in this town, there was no way that woman was going to move back. And yet here he was, the long lost blond of his dirtiest dreams, preparing to teach him how to use a pottery wheel.

"We'll start with the basics tonight. Don't be afraid if you never make anything museum-worthy pieces," he said, tying a stained apron to his waist. "They're going to be donated to a kindergarten class, so they'll probably get broken anyway." Roxas removed a silver ring from his thumb and sat down at his own pottery wheel, dipping his hands in the slurry. "Well, what are you all waiting for? Grab some clay."

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The next hour was the most tortuous of Axel's life. He was terrible at pottery, he soon discovered, and in conjuction with that, he couldn't think straight to save his life. All he could do was focus on Roxas, who remained seated at the front of the room. The blond had said that they wouldn't get any physical help from him, and that they should let their creative juices flow unhindered. He would occasionally call out tips to help them, but he remained seated, concentrating his own pot.

Axel had tried getting Roxas' attention, even going so far as to flick pieces of clay at the other would-be potters. None of the bits ever hit his true target, the blond, but they did garner the glares of others. It was at the very end of the class when Axel felt something collide with the side of his head, sticking in his long red hair. He whipped around to glare at Marluxia.

"What gives, douche?" he snarled. His best friend looked up at him innocently, wiping his hands off on a towel.

"Erm, pottery wheel malfunction?" he proposed.

"Asshole," Axel grumbled, standing up and walking from the room. He griped and complained the entire way to the bathroom, picking bits of moist clay out of his hair and chucking them onto the tiled floor, not caring about the mess he was making. It would take forever to get all this shit out of his hair.

He finally found the men's room. It was, unsurprisingly, empty. Axel began to pick through his hair very meticulously, grumbling loudly the entire time. Once he'd gotten the chunks out, he tried to rinse the stuck-in slurry out of his hair. he bent awkwardly over the sink, attempting to flush as much water over it as possible. The slurry was tenacious, however, and clung to his bright hair whether he used warm or cool water.

Hissing in frustration, he pumped out some hand soap and scrubbed it into his hair. As he rinsed, the soap was the grayish brown of the clay, and his precious hair was vibrant once more.

He'd spent twenty minutes trying to clean his hair, he realized in horror. The lesson was probably over by now, Roxas long gone. Axel growled. Marluxia was going to hear it later. he dried his hair, though it was a half-assed endeavour. He dashed out of the bathroom and down the hall.

The art room was empty. All signs of a lesson having been taught there this evening were gone, packed away and cleaned up. Only one light was on, a small and dim one at the front, right where Roxas had been. Even Marluxia had deserted him. The bastard had probably gone home to fuck his damn boyfriend. Axel cursed quietly and slammed his fist on a desk. His best friend was an asshat. So much for confronting Roxas after class. With a defeated sigh, he turned to leave. As he walked, his footfalls heavy and morose, he kicked over a few chairs, bumped tables out of the way with his sharp hips.this hair, Fuck this chair, fuck this one too, fuck whoever made that chair, fuck the table, he thought angrily.

"You're thinking loudly." Axel whipped around, startled by the old but familiar voice of Roxas. The blond had entered the room through the door by the chalkboard, and went very unnoticed while Axel was busy wrecking the place.

Axel stared at him, unsure of how he was supposed to react. There were a thousand things he wanted to say and do, but the only thing that came out was a weak, "Hey".

"Hi, Axel," Roxas said. Axel could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up and a chill rush down his spine. Roxas still spoke his name the same way, in that needy, breathy tone.

"Roxas, what are you doing here?" he asked, not wasting any time.

"I ran away," the little blond said with a shrug.

"Ran away? Roxas, your aunt is going to freak out. She'll know exactly where you've gone and she'll have be arrested for kidnapping," Axel said. He hoped that he came across as admonishing, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't happen to see him.

"My aunt doesn't think I've run away. She thinks I got accepted into a college four house away," Roxas said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Axel furrowed his brow and began to take cautious steps toward the blond. "Had a friend I made out there make a few phony phone calls and forge some letters." By now, Axel was standing two feet apart from Roxas, and feeling quite proud and impressed.

"But-" he began.

"If you even try to ask me why, Axel, I'll hit you," Roxas said. He twisted the ring on his thumb. "I couldn't stand being out there, away from you," he said quietly. "I tried dating other people, like you said, but I just couldn't I saw you everywhere." The blond looked up at the red-head, his eyes shining with tears that were almost-but-not-quite-there. This shocked Axel, because if there was one thing Roxas was, it was a master of his emotions. Even when he moved across the country, he didn't show all of the emotion he did now. But now here he was, displaying the widest array of feelings Axel had ever seen on him.

"I couldn't do it, Axel. I missed you too much. If you don't feel the same anymore, that's okay. Just tell me, and I'll go. I just had to see you one last time," he said.

Without thinking or feeling anything but Roxas, Roxas, Roxas, Axel closed the gap between them and pulled the smaller boy against him in a fierce hug. He wrapped his long arms around the blond, burying his face into the spides of his hair, which were softer than they looked. Roxas returned the hug with as much fervour, pressing his face into the side of Axel's neck, breathing in his smoking scent like it was a life giving miasma.

"God, Rox, you're crazy," Axel murmured. He felt Roxas' quiet laugh against him, and he tightened his grip, like if he let go, Roxas would slip away for good.

"Is that my cue to say something tacky like, 'crazy for you, babe'?" Roxas asked. Axel smirked.

"Still a shitty little smartass, I see," he observed.

"You'd be disappointed if I'd changed," the blond said. He was, as per usual, absolutely correct. Roxas pulled back just far enough to look up at Axel. "Can I stay with you? I'm not in collece, like everyone thinks I am." Axel scoffed.

"No, you have to sleep out on the streets," he said caustically. Then, without any preamble, he bent down and kissed Roxas full on the mouth. The blond exhaled in an uncharacteristic whimper and opened his mouth immediately, yielding to the volcanic force of Axel's passion. Axel pushed them back until they hit the conveniently large teacher's desk.

Roxas inched his way up onto the desk, wrapping his legs around Axel's narrow waist and locking his ankles, pulling the red-head flsh against his already swolled crotch. Axel's moan was cut off as Roxas pulled his face in for another fiery kiss. The blond's handsspidered down his lover's body and grasped the hem of his shirt. He tugged on it, and they broke apart just long enough to divest him of it. Not wasting any time, Axel removed Roxas' thin grey shirt. Axel pulled Roxas to the very edge of the desk and mashed their chests together. They groaned out loud, in perfect sync with one another. Axel's big hands roamed all over Roxas' sides and back, all the while kissing his lips and neck and everywhere in between. He was rewarded with a multitude of the sexiest noises he'd ever heard come from Roxas.

Roxas' hands were tangled none-too-gently in Axel's vibrant hair, massaging his scalp with the tips of his fingers. His hips involuntarily began to rock against Axel's, grinding their erections together through their jeans. Axel growled low in his throat and pressed back against him.

"Axel..." the blond whispered harshly. "Axel, please. I need you." His words were throaty and quiet, and desperate. Axel felt the same - they'd have all night at Axel's apartment for romance and gentleness and all things sweet and squishy. Now, here, their nerves were raw and their libidos required carnal satisfaction, and quickly. Axel's hand skittered down Roxas' chest and made short work of his button and zipper. A few awkward, but old and well practiced moves, had Roxas' pants and boxers on the floor. His weeping member was presented to Axel proudly, hard as a rock and standing straight out.

Axel dropped to his knees and began to lavish Roxas' lower body with his attentions. He started at the blond's knees, kissing them gently. As he moved up, he spread his legs wide, nipping and sucking at the tender insides of his thighs. Roxas quivered in delight, his eyes trained on Axel, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

And finally, Axel reached Roxas' cock. It was swolled and almost purple, leaking fiercely with pre-come and bobbing slightly with each beat of his heart. Axel nearly came in his pants, his own member surely weeping with the joy of seeing its long lost partner once more. Forgoing any lengthy preamble, the red-head opened his mouth and took Roxas in, sucking hard on his head.

Roxas cried out and threw his head back, white knuckling the desk. A blow job was one of his favourite things, and Axel was a pro at delivering the goods. Axel hollowed his cheeks and took Roxas' dick fully into his mouth. He relaxed his throat in order to accommodate his lover. When he could feel Roxas beginning to slide down his throat, he swallowed. The muscles of Axel's gullet molded to every inch of Roxas' head, squeezing and hot and wet. The blond bucked his hips, nearly screamed. He clamped his lips shut, opting for moaning instead of screaming - he wasn't sure that the whole recreational building was empty just yet.

Axel flattened his tongue and gave Roxas' cock a long, slow lick. Roxas rolled his hips, unable to control himself, but this didn't bother Axel. he swallowed around Roxas' cock once more, eliciting a gasp from the blond. He pulled back, the sight of Roxas cock causing his own to twitch against the confines of his pants. Roxas whined at the loss of contact, but was effectively silenced when he felt Axel's fingers skirting over his balls and down toward his entrance. Those long, expert fingers trailed down, down, down... And then they stopped. Roxas grinned wide to himself when he heard Axel exhale.

"Rox... did you..?" he breathed. Roxas' grin turned into a smirk.

"Axel, I was expecting this from the minute you walked into the room," Roxas said. "When class ended and you were in the bathroom washing the diversion out of your hair... I helped myself along a little," he admitted.

"Diversion?" Axel spluttered. "That pink dick was in on this?" he demanded.

"Well, duh," Roxas said, deadpan. Axel pouted at him, his lips swollen and his eyes dark with desire. Roxas' cock gave a neglected twitch. "I needed some way to single you out. When I got here, I went to Marluxia right away."

Axel stood to his full height and gripped Roxas by the waist, tugging the stripped blond to the edge of the table. He leaned in, pressing their chests together and holding his face in his hands.

"You reject. Why didn't you just come to me in the first place?" Axel asked. Roxas threaded his fingers through Axel's fiery mane.

"Because this is so much more exciting than bedroom sex," he said cheekily. Axel suppressed a chuckle, not wanting to admit defeat just yet. He buried his face into Roxas' neck, licking and biting at the tender, pale flesh there.

"You're going to pay for that little stunt with a week of boring, twice daily, missionary style bedroom sex," Axel said seriously. His tone was husky and muffled as he spoke into Roxas' neck. The blond smirked and rolled his hips, grinding his still weeping erection into Axel's stomach.

"Then I should make the most out of the sexual freedom I've got now," he whispered thickly. "C'mon, Axel. Fuck me like you mean it."

Axel growled low in his throat. He loved nothing more than dirty, vulgar things to spill forth from Roxas' perfect, sweet little mouth. It got him hot and bothered like little else could. His mind clouded immediately as he thought of Roxas verbalizing every one of his fantasy kinks in a low, sultry voice. So wrapped up in his imagery was he that the only thing that snapped him back to the here and now was the feel of Roxas' hand pulling his aching and swollen cock from his jeans.

Roxas used his calves and feet to push Axel's pants and boxers down to his ankles. The blond lay back on the table, pulling his lover down with him. The red-head gave his member a few strokes, spreading the pre-come along his shaft. Not much slick would be needed; Roxas' hole was still dripping from the pre-treatment he'd given it. He guided his cock to Roxas' entrance, rubbing the tip against the tight, slick ring of muscle. As Axel sunk into the old, familiar heat of Roxas' body, he never broke eye contact with him.

Roxas had his own bottom lip captured between his teeth, his head swimming with the sensation of being filled so completely by the only person alive that he put above the rest of the world. When he felt Axel's hips connect with his, he moaned. Axel leaned down and kissed Roxas passionately. He let his hands trail down the blond's legs, very lightly ghosting over his pale skin. He tucked his long fingers behind his knees and tugged. Roxas knew exactly what to do; time had not erased old habits just yet. He lifted his legs and set them on Axel's shoulders, wriggling his hips slightly as the new position stretched him. Axel, grinning like a madman, turned his head to the side and kissed Roxas' knee. The blond smiled and chuckled.

"See, it's like I never left. Nothing changed," he said encouragingly. "Now fuck me like you're going to lose me." His tone changed, rapidly descending into sultry and sexy.

Kissing his knee one last time, Axel pulled out, then snapped his hips back in. he had no intention of being gentle, and, if the moan that just fell from Roxas' mouth was any indication, his lithe blond lover didn't want it anyway. The red-head picked up his pace and began to fill Roxas with deep, powerful thrusts that set the poor old desk to rocking.

With each thrust, Roxas got louder and louder, his hands scrabbling to clutch at nothing. He let Axel know when he finally hit his prostate - his back arched off the desk and his hand ziplined to his own cock, pumping at it vigourously. Axel reached down and grabbed his wrist.

"Not so fast, blondie. Not till I say so," Axel growled. Roxas whined, but kept his hand away from his prick. He knew Axel, knew that there were good things waiting for him. Axel quickened his pace once more, paying extra mind to abuse Roxas' prostate with each powerful thrust.

The blond keened, pushing back to meet his every thrust. he wanted to reach forward to touch Axel, to kiss him, but their position insured that he remained pressed back on the desk.

As Axel thrusted, he twisted his head to the side and pressed a hot, sloppy kiss to Roxas' knee once more, this time nipping at the flesh there. His thrusts were becoming erratic, losing their consistency.

"Will you come in me? Show me how much you really missed me?" Roxas whispered harshly. Axel moaned; the dirty talk... oh, fuck, the filthy talk. "Fuck me like you own me."

And then a beautiful, mind blowing image popped into Axel's head. Roxas, bound in chains and blindfolded with silk, owned completely by Axel. That image, combined with all of the raunchy things that kept spilling from Roxas' mouth, were enough to send the red-head flying over the precipice. He tried calling Roxas' name out, but only succeeded in gasping out a strangled moan.

His seed splashed deep inside of his lover, and he rode out the waves of his climax on slow, deep thrusts. He pulled out of Roxas' body, watching as the blond bucked his hips and whined for attention. His cock was aching, dripping pools of pre-come onto his stomach.

With a wicked grin, Axel dropped to his knees and shoved two fingers into Roxas, burying them in as far as they would go. He probed and pressed until he found the blond's prostate, which he began to fondle at a constant rate. Roxas began to moan like a whore, bucking his hips and pushing down on Axel's fingers. Just as Axel began to feel his lover quiver, he leaned forward and sucked Roxas' balls into his mouth.

With a strangled cry of 'Fuck!', Roxas came hard, shooting his load onto his stomach, thrusting up uncontrollably. His body twitched in the aftermath of his orgasm, and he wore a wide grin. He combed a hand through his sweat damp hair, and he looked down at Axel, who merely smirked at him.

The red-head stood and dipped a finger into the still-warm come on Roxas; chest. He sucked the digit into his mouth, licked it clean. He then bent low and kissed Roxas hard, pushing his tongue into the blond's mouth. he let Roxas taste himself, relished the feeling of the blond's tongue around his own. Roxas was eager and willing, moaning lazily into his lover's mouth.

Axel pulled away from Roxas' mouth just long enough to heft himself up onto the table, where he lap on his back next to his lover. His left hand crept out until it found Roxas' hand, which he grasped firmly in his own.

"How long do we have until your aunt figures out what's going on?" Axel asked after several moments.

"I could string her along indefinitely if I wanted - she's going to be wiring money into my bank account monthly. As long as I withdraw from an ATM near the college she thinks I'm at, I should be safe." Roxas' face split into a wide grin. "I've got my buddy back east sending her phony letters every once in a while." Axel let out a barking laugh.

"You're a demon, Rox," he said.

"Mmm," Roxas mumbled. He gave Axel's hand a squeeze. He rolled onto his side and pressed up against the red-head. It was uncomfortable to lie like that on the table, the cool wood biting into his lithe hip. He folded his body against Axel's, stretched his arm across his tight, pale stomach. he'd miss the feel of Axel's firm body against his, missed how well they fit together.

"Can we go home now?" Roxas asked, looking up at Axel with wide blue eyes. Axel grinned down at him, all but glowing. It felt good to hear Roxas say those words.

"Sure thing, spitfire. Let's go."
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