Author's note: -bows- wow, you guys, please, please, forgive me to updating this story so late! ugh, this was supposed to be an easy finish. and you know what? writing a one shot was easier than this. i'm pretty sure it's the content of the chapter that slowed me down. so many emo emotions to go through and so many...uhm...-holds up a lemon-

so i hope i haven't lost anyone. -crickets- oh no... DX but for those of you that are still here, i hope you enjoy the rest of chapter 3. -goes in a corner- advanced warning, this may be upped to 'M', but i won't tell you where it will happen. ;3

No matter how much it hurt, Axel felt pretty good about what he’d just done...partially good. The rest of him hadn’t yet caught up with the fact that he’d literally captured Roxas: some mad caped newbie to the Organization that swung Keyblades around as if they were sticks. The kid was losing his head.

What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to do?

He narrowed his eyes a bit under the pain of what felt like being shot in the stomach. Axel didn’t bother to stare down at his feet. That would just make the pain worse. With eyes squinted and teeth grinding, he kept his eyes on Roxas’ little face...a pissed off, ‘shot-needle is to skin as Axel is to Keyblade’ little face, as a matter of fact.

What an equation...but, damn, what a face.

He could’ve sworn that Roxas’ eyes were talking all on their own; screaming at him words that the whole city would hear. He mentally slapped himself upside the head. This was exactly why Axel hated rain: it messes with people’s heads; getting them to imagine something as stupid as eyes talking.

Trying to steady his breathing, Axel pressed his hands harder into the wall with the two chakrams. He wasn’t about to let Roxas go...he couldn’t understand it. “Roxas, Roxas, Roxas...” he swiftly whispered to the wet pavement. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” It was right then and there that he shut up again.

“Don’t make me laugh,” Roxas said, harshly, pressing the sharp ends of the Oathkeeper deeper into Axel’s stomach.

Yeah, that’s right. Feel that pain, you lousy teaching bastard.

He kept the Oblivion at rest in his right hand, but even at rest it sent eager signs of movement and pleasure through his body...

Was that even really the Oblivion making those feelings?

Uncomfortably, Roxas attempted to squirm free from Axel’s pin but was instantly backed up further into the wall. Is it even possible to do that? He was sure he’d sent the blade straight through the guy...

“Laugh? Oh, that’s a good one. Don’t you know it yet? We Nobodies don’t feel anything. We don’t know anything about laughing for real.”

Roxas just responded with another defensive push with the Oathkeeper. Axel winced slightly when he suddenly felt as if his insides, bones and all were crushed into dust. Through all that pain, he managed to pull off a plastic smile. Roxas was way too naïve to know it was fake.

“Now get off me so I can finish you,” Roxas warned, twisting the hilt of the Oblivion in his hand.

Axel’s smirk widened. “Were you always this gauche before we met? Honestly, for a Nobody, you sure do show a lot of nerve.”

“Let me go or I’ll force you off!”

At first, Axel thought that maybe the kid was going to try his skinny little arms at pushing him off. Pft, yeah, as if. Just when he got his hopes up for some more entertainment, Roxas stared off behind Axel with a scowl drawn on his face. Just in the way that scowl twisted meant something awful.

There were multiple sounds of darkness through the sound of rain beginning to soften over the city. Darkness had a sound...something only really Nobodies could describe. Hissing, splashing, squeaking...oh, lassies...

Roxas cocked his head a bit which caused the splashing to turn into the sound of cutting air. Axel kept his eyes glued to the ground, still smiling even as two Dusks towered over him on his sides. They stretched their bodies in an X over Axel’s chest and began pulling.

Axel looked back up at Roxas, catching the hint that the Dusks couldn’t even pry him off. Roxas, you dirty little sneak...

“Get offa me,” he smoothly ordered and, as quick as they had come, the Dusks stretched back to normal size and coiled themselves obediently at Axel and Roxas’ feet, gliding along the surface of the rain water.

Frustrated, Roxas unintentionally ground the blade into Axel again. He began grinding his teeth into powder. He wanted to do nothing but stab the thing right through Axel...but pushing it was the best he could do. Why? Why couldn’t he get it over with? Why? Because...because...

Uselessly, hopelessly, Roxas shook his head and tried his hardest not to stare at Axel, just letting the Dusks brush by his legs which made him twitch. What was wrong with him? Why was it that he could actually know that Axel was looking right at him? How was it that he could really know that something was holding him? What a mess...

“Look, Roxas,” Axel started but Roxas seemed to refuse to listen. “Look, Roxas,” he tried again but Roxas wouldn’t. That did it. This kid had to be taught. If he wanted to be taught, then let it be that way.

Forcefully, Axel gripped the handle of his right chakram and closed in on Roxas like he was prey. Using his one free hand, he grasped Roxas’ chin and made him face him. Something was flaming in him...but, man, it was hurting like a bastard.

“I said, look, ok? Look.” What was it about this kid that made him so...so...likeable? Kingdom Hearts really must’ve found something in Roxas; it was shining on him like a spotlight...like he was the only important thing in the world. Ok, so maybe the two of them were close. So what suddenly made Roxas so riled up? He was trying to help Roxas like he was supposed to...like he wanted to, even.

The blonde’s eyes wandered occasionally to Axel’s face then to the endless darkness behind in the streets. He made sure to keep his face straight even though what was happening inside his empty body was telling him to do otherwise. Axel was yelling at him...angry! Ever since he knew the guy, he’d been cocky, sure. But, angry? Not often...he rarely took things seriously.

With the Oathkeeper still in place, Roxas sighed roughly and bit his lower lip. “Fine...I promise no more fighting. Now let me go.” He shook Axel’s hand away from his face and continuously tried ducking under Axel’s arms. Great. And this was too close for comfort...with every passing second, Axel seemed to be getting taller. The guy didn’t even seem to care that some freakishly long metal weapon could be sticking out his other end any second now. Suddenly, in somewhat of a panic, Roxas started raising his voice.

“Let me go...let-me-go! ...I said, let me...!”

Shut up, Roxas...just shut up. We’re friends. Friends...Roxas’ panic suddenly began to falter.

His breathing became dangerously slow and heavy which made his lungs squirm impatiently in his chest. It wasn’t until right now that he realized that the city became extremely quiet. The rain had stopped probably hours ago.

Roxas’ arms felt like they would fall off and shrivel up along with the Keyblades. If that happened, he’d have nothing. No way to escape anymore. But, did he even want to? With eyes still open, he stared at Axel’s face while he was being...kissed. Once, twice...wet little kisses constantly moved over his lips, making noises that eliminated the banging going on in his head.

He left his mouth unmoving and his body completely stupefied against the wall. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to actually respond. Respond? Is that even the right word to use for kissing? He didn’t think Nobodies could even kiss at all. His chest started hurting again and, stubbornly, he shot his head to the side.

Don’t say anything, Roxas...just don’t. Nobodies shouldn’t speak out. That’s not the reason they’re created.

With glossy eyes, Roxas took a second to glance at Kingdom Hearts in the corner of his eye. He could feel the Dusks below his feet suddenly freeze about something. He barely even remembered that the Dusks had even been there.

Roxas stared down a bit, seeing that the two of them weren’t even on the ground anymore but were on each side of him, curiously brushing their heads and arms against his skin. The second Dusk traced the spikes of one of Axel’s chakrams and gradually slithered along Axel’s arm. The first one took close interest in Roxas, curiously nudging his shoulder and gracefully flicking one of its long arms across it.

What was up with them? No, what was up with Roxas and Axel?

“I-It’s not fair...” Roxas whimpered, his head still turned away. He couldn’t believe he was actually still deciding to talk to Axel. Bastard...

Axel almost snapped when he heard Roxas say that. Right...he’d heard something like that before...in a dream? It might have sounded a bit corny to say it, but it was true. Not only that, but there was some kind of...feeling that just wouldn’t register along with that dream.

“Not fair?” he asked quietly. He was sort of out of character. That’s what was freaking him out. He normally wasn’t the one to ask the questions.

Lower lip trembling, Roxas briskly turned his face to Axel again with mixed expressions etched all over his face. He couldn’t decide which emotion to keep as the most dominant. After all, Nobodies weren’t used to emotions...whatever those were.

For a while, Roxas didn’t say anything and kept switching glances between Axel and Kingdom Hearts hovering annoyingly above. He took in a stifled, sharp breath and forced himself to speak up. “Kingdom Hearts...that place is making us wait. It’s not fair.” His voice began shaking under some kind of pressure he couldn’t understand. “Nothing’s ever fair.”

From where Axel was standing, Roxas looked beat. Sure, the rain ended already but Roxas looked like he was still stuck under his own personal rain cloud. There was something about Roxas...something about his face that was confusing beyond reason.

His bright, baby eyes held so much promise; something that no one expected a heartless Nobody to have. Something was begging to push out of Roxas and Axel wasn’t all too sure if Roxas was even aware of it. Whatever it was, he wanted to let it go...

With the two Dusks still at it, snaking across his and Roxas’ bodies, Axel scoffed to the ground. “Things don’t happen right when you want them too, Roxas.” He really had to teach Roxas a lot of things...for starters, how to live life as Nobody. Fighting comes second followed by...what else was there to run through?

Roxas’ head lowered until his chin pressed a little against his chest. Even though Axel couldn’t see his face, he was pretty sure that Roxas was flushing or something like it. He could catch heat that easily. “I guess I’m just...scared.” Roxas muttered that in denial.

Poor kid. One second he’s going off like steam, the next he’s utterly helpless like some broken toy pushed under the bed. The Organization wasn’t doing him much good, was it? Just thinking about it, Axel really wished that he hadn’t joined it in the first place. If all it did was make them hurt, what was the point? The only things that Nobodies knew how to feel were fear and anger. It wasn’t Roxas’ fault that he was scared...hell, no, it wasn’t.

Hesitant with his actions, Axel blinked softly and sighed tiredly. What ever it would take to make sure that Roxas wasn’t so confused, he’d do it. He might not have been perfect with emotions, but he could try just out of memory. Memories were good enough.

“I’m pretty sure that all of us are scared of what’s gonna happen, right?” He tried his best to keep his voice gentle. Roxas, even for a second, seemed to buy it.

The blonde opened his eyes and watched ahead of him as a couple drops of rain slipped from his bangs. It was weird...he’d never wanted to talk to anyone, let alone Axel about what he felt. For once, he was willing to listen.

“Thinking about it, you know, we’ll never know when we’ll be ourselves for once. And you’ve just gotta accept the fact that waiting’s part of the game. I mean, if you skip too far ahead, you’ll miss a lot...you can leave a lot behind.”

Roxas unintentionally began to loosen his grip on the two Keyblades which began feeling lighter in his hands.

“So, I guess all the others feel pretty unsure. You’re not gonna be alone in the waiting stage. Even if they don’t care about what happens to you...I’ll just let you know that...” Axel paused when he felt his stomach twist sharply against him. He let it go anyway. “I’m pretty scared myself.”

Suddenly unable to force anymore words out, Axel choked and ducked his head closer to his body. The pain of the Oathkeeper was beginning to spread and he wasn’t too positive that he would be able to walk anymore. Just when his eyes began twitching lightly, the blade pulled back so suddenly that he fell forward, unintentionally squeezing Roxas’ body against the wall. Not like Roxas minded...

Roxas had never thought of himself as one to forgive. He tended to hold grudges against people and tended to never break even so much as a smile at those that barely even breathed an insult at him. For some reason, Axel was an exception...Axel mattered to him.

To prove it, Roxas lowered both Keyblades to his sides, gently resting his arms against the wall with his back slack. He cleared his heavy mind of fighting and instantly the Keyblades responded by fading into the darkness, away from his grasp. He raised his head and stopped when he felt a bit of Axel’s skin touching him. With a composed face, he shut his eyes and leaned his head further in so he could press his forehead in between Axel’s shoulder blades.

The older Nobody’s body was warm despite the fact that the rain had drenched him. Roxas was sure that the two of them would’ve frozen...then again, Axel was like fire. And, no matter how hard he could’ve tried to listen, Axel didn’t have a pulse.

“So, it’s not stupid to be afraid...at least when someone else is feeling the same way. I...” Roxas paused when he felt Axel’s body cringe against him. He was hurting...not only physically, not possibly mentally as well. He raised his eyebrows apologetically and sighed into Axel’s skin. “I can wait, I guess.”

Feeling the younger Nobody’s hot breath touch him made Axel’s self control run to the edge of snapping. He tilted his head the other direction curiously to see if Roxas would still follow and, sure enough, he did. His gloved fingers convulsed on each side of Roxas’ shoulders while at the same time, the two Dusks pulled away at the trembling against their thin bodies. They watched both of them keenly and swerved as if they were about to melt into the pavement.

Upon entering the third minute of Roxas messing with Axel’s head, several more white Dusks began appearing through corridors of darkness in pairs. Each pair squirmed eagerly toward the Nobodies and watched just as curiously as the first two were. Some even leapt into the air and lingered upside down over Axel and Roxas’ heads.

That was it. Axel released a strangled groan, out of pain, pleasure and annoyance all at once, and reached down to grab Roxas’ left wrist. Roxas gasped and his eyes hadn’t even gotten the time to fully open when his legs began pacing behind Axel in a hurry.

“Axel! What’re you...?!”

“Don’t say anything! They’ll just keep following us.” Axel only glanced over his shoulder for only a mere half second to talk down to his bewildered friend. Behind them, the horde of Dusks trembled in their moment of abandonment and some hesitated to follow when both took to the left and ducked out of sight into a puddle infested alleyway.

xxXXxx

“Damn Dusks don’t know anything about personal space,” Axel hissed, crouching him and Roxas behind a street dumpster in the darkest part of the alley. Beside him, Roxas was in a huff, just barely able to pull the bottom of his dark cloak out of the muddy puddle underneath their feet. The blonde shook his head and sharply turned to the back of Axel’s head. The red head was momentarily peering around the corner of the dumpster as if looking out for a stalker.

“They looked pretty interested in something,” he replied, trying once to pull his hand back. Axel refused without words, tightening his fingers around Roxas’ thin wrist.

Axel almost answered back, but the sound of Roxas’ gasping voice woke him up and made him at a loss for words. He couldn’t explain it. He’d been given the orders to teach Roxas, at least teach him how to calm down, and he’d done that. But something felt strangely incomplete, like he’d left a page half written. Eyes widened, he cautiously turned back around to face the shivering boy in the corner. He couldn’t help but feel sorry.

With time ticking, the Dusks could’ve returned any second, Axel made a split second decision and ended up yanking Roxas’ body into his. Roxas nearly screamed but he tightened his throat to stop. Alright, so it wasn’t the most romantic of places, behind a dumpster, but it was fairly protective from others’ eyes.

“Axel...what’re we doing back here?” Roxas whispered. He blinked in surprise when two gloved fingers were pressed hard over his lips. He stared cross eyed at them before following up Axel’s arm to his calm face. “Mm?”

“Shh!” Axel shushed loudly, ducking his head closer until their foreheads were pressed together.

“I just...”

“Shh!”

“What is your problem?” His face flushing, Roxas batted Axel’s hand away from his face and shot daggers into his companion’s eyes, not like there was a meaning or an effect from it.

“You keep whispering like that the Dusks’ll swarm right back to us, understand?”

“But why?”

Now that, he wasn’t all too sure about...

Axel clicked his tongue impatiently and took both of the kid’s wrists into his hands. Even when Roxas stubbornly tore them away, he moved forward and gave him a hard shake. That time, Roxas shut up and his glazed over, cobalt eyes were gazing eye to eye with Axel obediently. In all honesty, it wasn’t the Dusks that would be affected by Roxas’ quavering voice, it was Axel.

Drearily, Axel took in a deep breath and secretively inched his fingers under Roxas’ right sleeve. For the moment, he could only feel the blonde’s glove in his palm but in a matter of slow seconds, he found his covered fingers stroking the smooth skin further up Roxas’ arm. At the same time, he lowered his body onto one knee and propped it in between Roxas’ legs.

Roxas just stared down with eyes squinted in an unconfident manner. He’d just felt Axel’s glove rubbing his bare skin and as if that wasn’t enough, he was being forced to scoot so far backwards that his legs and back were mere inches from being soaked in the large puddle below. He swallowed and glared upward.

“There’s no point in doing things like this, Axel,” he grated out in a harsh whisper.

Axel scoffed, unbelieving that Roxas still had the stubborn act painted on, and stopped his hand from inching up Roxas’ arm when he had the kid pinned once again, this time in a puddle. He didn’t care that there was a biting bruise at his stomach; it was just the usual pain after all.

“You’re just too blind to see any point,” he whispered back, rather contentedly, and in one swift move, dipped his head and captured Roxas’ cold lips. He really did expect Roxas to move his head away again, but when he felt a slight push against his lips, there was no need for thinking stupid things like rejection. He curled both hands around each of Roxas hands and held them at Roxas’ side against the ground. His legs were bent and were placed on each side of Roxas’ own slightly bent ones.

Axel flicked his tongue in between Roxas’ lips and dove into every corner in the blonde’s mouth. Roxas nervously curled his tongue around the older Nobody’s, even managing to trace its perfectly curved shape. Roxas’ toes curled in his shoes and his fingers were already digging desperately in Axel’s gloves; almost yearning to feel bare flesh touch him.

Axel was the one to cut the kissing short. He pulled out of Roxas’ mouth and let the tips of their tongues tap each other for a quick second. Roxas stiffened and waited watchfully.

“Still can’t see it?” Axel asked, so smoothly that Roxas unconsciously moaned. “What makes you think that there’s no point in what I’m doing for you?” He said that a bit sternly which caught Roxas’ attention from the sudden harshness in his voice.

The Key of Destiny stumbled over the right words to say, only managing useless ‘uhms’ and ‘I’s. He’d forgotten everything.

With his lips a nudge away from Roxas’, Axel spoke up again in sulky yet grated whispers that made his companion’s head constantly roll in different directions. “It’s ‘cause I feel sorry for you. Something’s driving me so insane and it’s making me want to do something to get rid of that straight face of yours. Are you listening?”

Roxas nodded softly. “Mm-hm,” he muttered.

“Ever since we’ve been together in the plans of the Organization, you can’t even so much as change that look on your face. I’ve been trying to let it go; I thought that you’d pull out of it. No. You kept looking off in thin air like there was always something hurting you on the inside.”

Roxas’ throat spasmed. He stretched his neck up for the block in his throat to subside but it refused. Why did Axel...why was he mad? More importantly, why was Roxas making him act that way?

“And all you do is cover over it, constantly telling me ‘it’s nothing’ or ‘why don’t you worry about yourself for once?’ Roxas,” he sighed and moved his hands to cling onto the teen’s upper arms, “I-don’t-have-a-choice. The fact that you can affect me forces me to worry about you. Get it? If something happens to you or is happening to you, I can’t afford to lose what makes me feel.”

Roxas whimpered lightly under Axel’s cursing eyes.

“And what do you do? Fight me! Screw the Superior’s orders, ok?! Just because he can tell you what to do doesn’t mean that you have to follow it! You can’t let the other members’ bullshit control your head.” Using one finger, Axel momentarily tapped Roxas’ temple.

“You gotta listen to what you want. Enough with the damn hiding behind that dull face of yours, ok? Fighting me won’t resolve whatever’s bugging you, whatever the Superior’s been telling you. If you’re so jaded then...then there’s gotta be a way to change it.”

Axel hadn’t really realized how strange Roxas appeared. It wasn’t the fact that he was over the kid that caught his attention, no...it was more that his face kept switching, flipping from one expression to another in a split second. What was this? Was Roxas honestly trying to confuse him? What a joke. Then again...he couldn’t really laugh about it.

After some moment of silence, Roxas’ came to realize the situation he was stuck in and wearily gazed up at Axel’s dark face. This was really happening...he was closer to Axel than he’d ever been for months. Not only that, but was he really understanding him too? Understand? How could a Nobody understand anything? Especially him...lost, confused about his existence. Axel just did the unbelievable to Roxas’ head...

And, knowing that, Roxas felt like flying.

Flying.

At first, the Key of Destiny furrowed his eyebrows, scoffing lightly against his chest, and as he just began feeling the puddle below him seep into his cloak, he twitched his body and sat upright, Axel strangely allowing him to while he held onto his upper arms. Slightly shivering, but doing his best to contain it, Roxas peered through drenched bangs at the older Nobody with nothing but sudden admiration...whatever that was.

“And you’ll help me?” he asked raspily.

Axel raised a short eyebrow as his lips started tingling. What the hell was going through his body right now? “What, with your—?”

“With me. If you’re so confident about changing me, then why not play the part and teach me how? Those’re orders, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but I was ordered to teach you fighting.”

Then, breathing thinly into the cold air, Roxas sighed pathetically and dropped his forehead against Axel’s chest, just keeping it there while listening for something that wasn’t even there. “And here I was thinking you were the rebel out of all of us.”

Even though Roxas’ voice was pretty stiff, Axel knew him better. He knew that Roxas being anal about things meant that he’d done something he liked. Strange? Yes. Hormonal? Very much so. Roxas? The one and only.

Smirking, Axel pushed Roxas’ head away from his body and made their eyes meet; broken glass through the dark, dark shadows. “Rebel, huh?” His smile widened against Roxas’ wet cheek and he let it sit there only before saying, “Ok, I’ll be rebellious. Here’s the one rule that you can break when it comes to changing yourself, Rox.”

Roxas’ eyes lightened with light excitement. He was about to move back to look right at Axel but he was pushed back to once again feel his skin become like a cloud beside Axel’s breathing.

“A Nobody can feel, you know. Wanna know how?”

The blonde would’ve nodded hadn’t he already guessed the answer. With a straight face and calmly shut eyes, he leaned forward and their mouths touched in an instant. He was surprised how much Axel tasted like rain water, seeing as water was death enemy number one to him. Thinking of enemies, he remembered that he’d once had a Keyblade stabbing right at his stomach only a while ago. Geez, he wished that guilt wasn’t an emotion.

As much as he hated it, the feeling went right through his empty chest, making Roxas want to do something to hit it back. He’d just felt Axel glide by his tongue, tracing against it and making his whole body shake with pleasure, something he’d never even said before. He kept his own tongue still, barely letting the tip tease Axel further and deeper into him. With Axel distracted, he slowly inched his fingers down to Axel’s waist where the second zipper was resting in his lap. He swiftly took it between his thin fingers and dragged it up, further up until he could feel the hot skin rubbing against his gloved nails.

Their kissing came to an abrupt stop when Axel realized where Roxas had been the whole time. Smile faded, he pulled out of Roxas and gazed down at himself, only helping the younger Nobody after a laugh played in his throat. Who would’ve even guessed that fighting and a little lecturing would get anywhere near this?

Both their hands stopped pulling the zipper when it’d reached the first one below his collarbone. He’d only looked at Roxas’ face for a second before Roxas’ head ducked and he suddenly felt strange, warm puffs against his exposed stomach and chest. He began smiling wickedly while tilting his head up and resting his hands against the wet pavement at his sides.

“Funny things, Key...blades...” he muttered and his voice rose higher on the last word as Roxas’ thumb pressed against the bruise that had barely formed on his stomach. To make it worse, he pressed down harder and earned a painful groan in response.

“Hey, hey, that hurts...!”

With a simple “Mm”, Roxas lightened the pressure and instead rested a hand on Axel’s chest backing him up into the wall opposite the dumpster. He didn’t want anything getting in the way. And as he’d smacked Axel’s head into the wall, he dove right for the dip in his neck and began planting a hard, strained kiss.

Axel began wondering if he was a masochist for vaguely laughing about the pain. Nah, he liked ‘rebel’ better. It suited him better anyway.

Roxas finally pulled away from Axel’s newly bruised skin after a full minute of moaning and biting nonstop. Though his tongue and lips ached, he knew that he hadn’t changed much since they started. What was going to make him change? What exactly was it that Axel wanted to see in him anyway? He kept guessing, trying to find the answer to all his questions by pleasing the redhead further, first lightly nipping his ear then becoming tongue-tied once again as he massaged around his hip bones.

Feeling that, Axel pushed his hips forward and ground the two together, earning even louder and longer moans from Roxas that just went to show how much Roxas had been hiding under that statue of a face. He pressed harder and moved slower, increasing the seconds of friction between their growing arousals.

By then Roxas really thought he couldn’t make it anymore. Opening his mouth wider, he quickly pushed his head away from Axel and lowered it with eyes nearly squeezed together. He kept a firm grip scratching at Axel’s exposed shoulder, but Axel just let the scratching happen, only wincing when Roxas’ other hand slowly groped at his crotch.

“Roxas?”

“Hm?” the blonde replied, peeking up. He was panting softly.

“Feel any different?” he asked, his voice still with as much normality and slickness as it had before, only now he was breathing faster.

Roxas’ eyes floated up while he almost unsurely shook a ‘no’. He wasn’t sure what different was supposed to feel like. Sure, there were many emotions running through him that it was hard to pick just one to stick with. It was flat out amazing that Axel was doing this for him; bothering to help him earn those sensations he’d literally lost after becoming himself. That’s when he got an idea...

Truthfully, it scared him...but it had to be worth it.

Staring at Axel through heavy eyes, he carefully directed his hands to Axel’s lap and rested them there against the apparent bulge underneath. Wow, this was getting pretty far...he’d never even done this before...so what exactly was far enough?

“Still...I mean—“

“I gotcha,” Axel smoothly interrupted and, before Roxas could ask, he said, “All I can do is offer up ideas, you know.” With a light wink, he kept still, only allowing their breathing to move them.

At first Roxas labeled Axel as nothing but a mad man. What in the heck was he talking about? He was pretty sure it had nothing to do with what he had in mind as he tiptoed two fingers up the black pants and tugged down the unsuspecting zipper away from its spot. Feeling Axel jolt forward at that, he moved quickly with undoing the button and pulling the fabric cleanly away.

He reached for his own zipper and undid himself, lowering his pants to his knees and completely disregarded the cloak, throwing it messily to the side in the dirty puddles beside them. Nearly naked and still panting, he glanced down at Axel who was greedily eying his milky complexion under the faint light of Kingdom Hearts.

Axel hastily followed that greed, slipping his own pants further down until they wrapped loosely around his ankles, fully exposing his harden state to his companion. He had to admit, it hurt like hell, but helping Roxas...that always soothed it down in some ways. He squared his shoulders while the blonde gently grabbed him, teasing the top with his thumb.

He clenched his teeth, hissing to the side, and watched while Roxas began positioning himself over his waist, no sense of a second thought seeming to cross his mind. Then, with tightly shut eyes, Roxas easily lowered his body down and brokenly yelled out when he began to feel Axel entering on every side of him, invading in the least threatening way possible.

Axel arched his back against the wall, not much caring that it hurt to press his head against it too. Feeling Roxas around him just made all bad sensations end and all the non-existent ones flood him. God, that was crazy. He’d had the ability to feel all this time and yet he’d never learned how to find them. How ironic that making love to Roxas, Roxas would be the answer.

After feeling himself tense up even more, he used his free hand, the one that wasn’t gripping the ground, to tentatively tease Roxas’ growing erection. He began at the base, delicately thumbing up to the top that the blonde immediately let out a muffled shout to.

“Axel...” he whined in a low tone, dipping his head over Axel’s waist. He bit down on the sore corner of his lip, forcing himself to push even harder over Axel’s erection inside him. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt...

And he felt it?

That was different.

Axel felt drunk out of his mind, squirming while he knew for a damn fact that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself in any longer. Releasing Roxas from his hold, he leaned back into the wall and braced himself, curving his spine back and pursing his lips to tightly together they became pale. No sooner had he done that did he spill all he’d been holding into his best friend, suddenly silencing the two as it happened.

The silence stayed for the remainder of that time while Roxas pulled himself up and literally flopped in a shivering heap over Axel’s sticky body. The flying sensation had passed over him again, giving him a makeshift hangover that made his head sway. He wondered what that was...

Completely exhausted and aching on every inch of his body, Axel raised a heavy hand to his hair where he ran his fingers through the spikes, just then realizing what’d happened. Strange how that works.

Swallowing hard, he looked down at his chest where Roxas’ tuft of blonde spikes were gently moving along with his breathing.

“Hey, Rox.”

Roxas’ blue eyes, glazed over with some smoke, popped open halfway and continued staring forward down the dark alley to his left. His mind was too shaken to even think of what to say so he didn’t.

“Rox?” Axel repeated, lowering his hand and, with nowhere else to put it, propped it on Roxas’ cold shoulder. Man, he was shaking like crazy. Not much knowing what to do about ‘cheering up’ he bit his lower lip and just buried half his face in Roxas’ light hair. “Come on, Roxas.”

“It...”

“What?” he asked quietly, totally out of his character.

“...hurts.”

“Well...it should, right?”

“It just hurts.”

“Oh, man...listen, Roxas, if that was too far, then—“

“It...it wasn’t bad.”

Axel adjusted his back so he could straighten himself up, still peering down at Roxas’ unmoving head while he did. “Don’t tell me you’re—“

“I’m not saying pain’s always good...just this once, ok?” Roxas nuzzled his head against the skin beside him, still keeping a straight face despite all the emotions that begged to replace it.

In fact, Axel seemed to pinpoint Roxas’ expression even though Roxas couldn’t see it. Sighing, he slumped back and shut his eyes, both hands at Roxas’ smooth back, barely holding him close...but it was still close.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rox. What’s going on?”

Roxas lightly cringed after hearing Axel swear. Sure, he’d heard it done millions of times before...just this time made him feel. He really had changed. Shocked, his eyes widened temporarily before lowering half closed. His empty chest began pulsing against Axel’s breathing, making an unreal heartbeat that maybe, just maybe could’ve existed.

“I guess...I’m still changing. But it’s a start. So...thank you,” he whispered hoarsely.

Axel just smirked and shut his eyes, craning his head up toward the faint glow of Kingdom Hearts. He could sense the Dusks surrounding them, but he’d just have to deal with them later.

“Just following orders.”

And for once, Roxas’ little face pulled into a sincere smile, one that Axel never got the chance to see. He’d just have to wait for their next lesson for that...

-slap for overused ending- and as much as i wanted to steer away from the whole "teacher student" scenario, it happened...axel as my teacher? i wouldn't study. well, i would...his body mostly. behold the power of darkness, indeed. XD i'd be embarrassed to turn in assignments to him for fear of intense critque. (doesn't he seem the type of person that would flame things a lot? no pun intended)

no? well...anyway. XD;;

that was my first triple shot! -confetti- and it's done. and i feel accomplished. and sleepy. -checks clock- whaaa? 1 AM? dude, my sleeping pattern is so off. DX also, that was my first attempt at writing an "explicit" type of lemon between these two. it was short and i had to make sure to be not too out there. i tried, i really did. please comment? danke. X3

when life gives you lemons...make yaoi,
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