Rated M for leMon. :)

Disclaimer: Roxas and Axel belong to Squeenix. Lucky bitches…

Lame-ish oneshot belongs to Xana and Jemmi…unfortunately, so does the even lamer title. You know how that is…forgive us…

XXX Sick of White XXX

"Roxas."

The blonde did not look up from his drink, and the room was small enough that he surely heard, and he was usually fairly attentive on top of that. The fact that he was so absorbed by his thoughts that he wouldn't have noticed if Axel lit his nose hairs on fire (not that he ever would) was deeply troubling.

"Hey, Roxas!"

Roxas jolted out of his stupor to finally look up at Axel. "What's up?" he asked quietly.

Axel crossed his arms over the tabletop and frowned. "You've been stirring that cocoa for so long I'm surprised it hasn't evaporated. What's wrong?"

Roxas glanced up at the endlessly tall white walls, the white ceiling and furniture and floor. He sighed, but couldn't help smiling a little when he looked up again and saw his lover's shockingly red hair, as deep a contrast as you could get in this place. It quickly faded though, and was replaced by the same glum expression he had been wearing for the last couple hours. He tilted his head down again and watched the little whirlpool created when he lazily circled the spoon around the edge of the mug.

"I dunno, I just kind of feel like a change of scenery. The only time we ever leave the castle is when we have missions, and I can't really relax there," Roxas mumbled wistfully. “I guess I’m a little depressed.”

Axel only took seven seconds to make a decision, and then stood up so suddenly that his chair screeched away from him and clattered to the floor. He ignored it though, and covered the distanced between himself and the blonde in two long strides.

Roxas's sorrows were rammed out of the way by shock as Axel's long fingers curled around his thin wrist, pulling him from his seat and dragging him across the room.

"Axel, what are you—ah!" He stumbled when Axel practically threw him into his own closet. He only managed to find his way out from the bundles of clothes he never bothered to put away as Axel had reached the door.

"Get changed, I'll meet you here in five minutes," the quirky redhead ordered vaguely.

"Five minutes?!" Roxas yelped. "What are w—"

"Okay fine, you girl, I'll give you ten. Just make sure you're ready."

"What are we doing?!" he yelled after the other, hoping the echoes would carry and the ridiculous man would come back and explain something.

No such luck. Roxas sighed and pulled whatever item of clothing was on his head off and tossed it somewhere into the deeper confines of his closet. Might as well see what he was up to.

XXX

Fifteen minutes later, Roxas was out in the hallway, leaning against his door in his jeans, navy blue t-shirt, and plain white jacket. He glanced at his watch to verify that Axel was indeed late. His gaze wandered to the left of his wrist, and he grimaced involuntarily as his arm blended perfectly with the castle's theme.

He was just about to go inside to grab another jacket when he heard frantic footsteps. Axel dashed out from around the corner and towards Roxas, bending over and placing his hands on his black-denim clad knees to pant heavily. The blonde briefly wondered how the man could stand to wear a long-sleeved turtleneck and jeans and run around the giant castle like a crazy bastard.

"Sorry…I'm late…Had to ask…Xaladin…something…" he wheezed.

Roxas blinked, frozen in mid-flinch, as he had been afraid of being a victim of Axel's momentum. "It's okay, I was actually gonna get a different jacket…I'm sick of white…"

Axel caught his wrist again, having recovered miraculously fast from his asthma-like attack. His green eyes sparkled mischievously. "Don't worry about it. You look great. And I'm gonna make sure you won't be thinking about the white anymore today."

"Can you at least tell me what we're doing?" Roxas whined as he trotted to keep up with Axel's fast and eager pace.

Axel glanced over his shoulder briefly. "We're just getting a change of scene, like you wanted."

XXX

"Two?" the hostess smiled as they entered the small Italian restaurant. She led them to a table when Axel nodded, following one of the strings of bulbous lights hanging from the ceiling that gave the interior that warm honey glow. She gestured to a small table with two chairs that was right next to the window, offering them a gorgeous view of the dark, but starry night sky.

They took their seats as she returned to her post at the door. Axel had a smug little smile on his face as he watched his cute little lover gaze happily outside before turning his attention on the redhead. He was pleased it had been so easy to cheer Roxas up, 'cause God knew it broke him to see him sad.

"How'd you know about this place?" Roxas asked, taking in the surroundings like a happy cat playing with a toy. It was much like any other restaurant. The cherry walls were a little lighter than the dining furniture, but both matched nicely with the wine colored-carpet. Half-walls popped up here and there, dividing sections and giving diners a bit more privacy. Boxes of ivy matching the color of Axel's shirt almost perfectly were built into the tops of them, dangling over and down the sides just enough to look natural, but not overgrown. There was a moderate chatter, since it was only a little later than the time most people went out for dinner, but it contributed to the comfortable aura of the place as it blended with the soft but cheerful Italian music.

Axel was not interested as much in the atmosphere of the restaurant. He flicked his eyes here and there, getting a decent look of it and appreciating that it was nice, but he kept his face forward so he could easily look back to his companion. "Oh, uh…that was what I asked Xaladin. I thought it would be better than if I picked a place," he responded casually.

The waitress appeared briefly to take their drink orders and give them their menus. When she had left, Roxas gave a little shrug. "I dunno, anywhere would have been fine. I'm just glad to be out." He stiffened a little, drawing little random swirls in the condensation on his complimentary water glass. "You didn't have to do this, you know."

"Nah, I was going a little stir crazy too," Axel assured him. "You can pay me back by cheering up, got it memorized?"

Roxas couldn't help but laugh at how silly Axel looked when he said that, nearly stabbing himself in the head with the spoon he had been using to stir sugar into his own water. Axel grinned back, taking a swig of the water as he did so. Immediately his bravado was erased by a coughing fit. He picked up the packet he had emptied and looked at it, tossing it to the side and pushing the glass away from himself as he did so.

"Yuck…Splenda…tastes like chalk." He chewed his tongue as he tried to rid his mouth of the unpleasant taste.

"That's why you read it instead of randomly picking one," Roxas teased, raising an eyebrow skeptically from behind his menu.

"Mmmm…" he hummed impartially. “I know something that would get the taste out. Although it's actually a someone…"

Roxas ignored the comment, since they were in a public place after all. But he automatically looked up when he felt Axel's foot hook behind his own heel, bunching the hem of his jeans as he slowly rubbed up his calf.

Both boys jumped when the waitress reappeared with their drinks, though it seemed she hadn't noticed anything. She set them down and tucked the tray under her arm, pulling out her notepad and pen. "Are you two ready to order?" she asked cheerfully.

Roxas cleared his throat and looked down back down at the menu to hide the bit of color that had risen in his cheeks. Hopefully the dim light would disguise it, though he damned whoever had made this table so small; his and Axel's knees were only a foot or so apart, making it terribly easy for him to be indiscreet.

Axel turned to the menu too, but apparently found something that struck his fancy immediately. "We'll have the spaghetti and meatballs, please," he said.

The waitress looked a little surprised. "That one is actually a family dish," she informed them a little uneasily.

The redhead drew his brows together. "Does that mean we can't order it?"

"Oh no, by no means! I'm just warning you that it's a lot of food."

Axel glanced at Roxas, who was regarding him quizzically, but said nothing. "We have big appetites," he assured her.

The waitress scribbled the order on her notepad with a smile, collected their menus, and then went off to place their order.

"You've been spending too much time in that world with all the weird talking dogs." It was a statement, not a question.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the pyro insisted airily. "Personally, I was in the mood for spaghetti."

"What if I wasn't?" the blonde offered coyly.

Axel gave him an expression of chastising disbelief. "Are you kidding me? Every time Xaladin makes it you wolf it down in three minutes. If I didn't know better, I would have thought you just got lost in the castle all the time for months on end until the smell of spaghetti guided you to the kitchen."

Roxas stuck his tongue out, but dropped his side of the argument, letting Axel think he'd won. Though he'd never admit it, he had been going to order the spaghetti himself.

Axel shrugged, swirling his Splenda-free drink carefully with one hand. "I can't really blame you. The man can cook like Zexion can be a little wad of emo. That's why I asked him where to go." Axel took a sip and frowned pensively. "He was pretty enthusiastic about it…"

Roxas laughed again, playfully kicking the other man's foot with his own. Axel pounced on the chance now that his target was in range and pinned the blonde by the toe. Roxas mirrored the action with their two immobile limbs, so they were tied one-to-one.

This went on for a while, with one of them freeing a foot, only to have it pinned by the other, leaving that foot free to launch a counter attack. They tried to keep down their snickers, but were only somewhat successful. The extreme game of footsie only stopped when they accidently knocked into the supporting leg of the table, causing the glasses on the tabletop to rattle dangerously. The both ceased, grinning and blushing like little kids, and took up light banter instead. Although Axel resurrected the game after ten or so minutes of behaving himself, it was a little less rough this time.

Ironically, they were interrupted by the waitress again in almost the same position. Though this time Roxas had trapped Axel's pesky right leg between his own, and had almost managed to back his right heel over the unsuspecting left toe when she came over hoisting the black tray over her head cheerily. Roxas quickly pulled his legs back to his own side, though he had to squish them against each other to try to replicate the warmth left by the other's toasty body.

It took a lot of restraint for Roxas to wait for the waitress to put the plate down and leave before stuffing his face. He managed…but only barely…

"Oy, save some for me," Axel chuckled, sticking his fork a fair way into the mound, and twisting it so that when he pulled it up it was as big as his palm. He wiggled an eyebrow at Roxas, who had slowed his pace in awe of the small planet of noodles his friend had speared. "Dare me to?"

"Do NOT put that thing in your mouth," Roxas pleaded in all seriousness.

"I'll take that as a challenge."

Roxas could only watch with fascinated horror as Axel somehow maneuvered that death-gob of spaghetti into his mouth. He continued to gape as Axel tried to look smug, but sort of failed since his mouth was so full.

"You…are…insane…" Roxas stated the obvious.

Axel nodded and Roxas shook his head, returning to the meal himself and taking even smaller portions than even he was used to.

He noticed after a couple of his own mouse-bites that Axel was staring at the salt and pepper shakers, the top half of his face, being the only part that could move, arranging itself to portray frustration. Roxas let his fork dangle from the ends of his fingers, realization suddenly hitting him. "You can't chew, can you?"

Axel shifted his eyes toward the ceiling and nodded.

"Just spit it out, you tool…"

The spikier-haired man's eyebrows drew down and he shook his head viciously. He concentrated once again on the salt and peppershakers, random muscles in his cheeks twitching ferociously.

"You know what would suck for you right now? Like, a lot? If you had a stuffy nose. You'd be choking and no one would be able to do anything about it, 'cause by now I bet that spaghetti monster is wedged so tightly in your mouth that the only way we could get it out would be to cut off your nose or something…"

Axel ignored him and poked his knuckle into his cheek in an attempt to push some of the matter between his teeth.

"I heard that if you have your nose cut off and you stick a piece of cartilage back in it, you'll grow a new nose. Freaky, huh?"

But Axel had finally made that crucial breakthrough, and now he could easily chew up the rest of the monstrous wad, if only given enough time. Roxas was amazed that he had managed it at all, and watched until he finally finished.

"Ha!" he exhaled with a slightly raspy voice, throwing his arms up in triumph and then letting his head fall over the back of his chair. "I win."

"I guess so," Roxas admitted. "What do you win?"

Axel managed to lift his neck for a brief moment, and then he rubbed it, groaning. "CPR…"

The blonde snorted. "Sorry, you already passed up the chance to choke. Although if it had gotten past your mouth in that state, I think it would have just popped your head off…How about you win the right to keep your nose, and we'll leave it at that."

"Hmm." He smiled again and groggily righted himself. "Guh…I think that counted as a whole meal." Looking at the plate, he laughed again. "Not that it matters anyway. You said you didn't want spaghetti?"

"That was hypothetical, if you remember correctly," Roxas pointed out, letting a grin spread to his own face. "And I wasn't gonna let it go waste if you bit the dust of your own stupidity."

Axel wasn't really listening. He had his chin resting on one hand while the other was dancing a sort of drunken waltz over to Roxas's, jumping in between his splayed fingers like ladder rungs before lightly tracing a nonexistent pattern over the back of his palm. Roxas watched lazily, savoring the feather-light tickle his lover's slender finger skillfully weaved over his skin.

XXX

The meal had left them feeling bloated and lazy, but the crisp night air combined with their matching snail's paces made them keen to take a walk and burn some of it off. They followed the road that led out of the restaurant, sucking absently on the small lollipops the hostess had offered them when they left. The chatter and lights of civilization soon died off as they made their way into the more wooded area of a park. Orange streetlamps lighted their way, hovering on either side of the wide cobblestone path in front of the seemingly endless rows of trees behind them.

They walked in the middle where the dull beams didn't quite reach, staring in silence up at the starry night sky. Axel had his hands in the pockets of his black jeans, and was softly humming some unfamiliar tune. Roxas let the long sleeves of his jacket (tinted a much more pleasant blue by the light of the moon) hang down over his hands, swinging them slightly more than just the natural motion of walking provided. The two occasionally bumped together, but they said nothing when they did, or any time else. They were both simply enjoying the quiet night.

Neither of them knew or cared how long they had been walking when the straight walkway opened up into a huge cobblestone circle. The fountain in the middle bubbled and gurgled, jets shooting up way up into the air, and then coming down. The spray shimmered silver in the air, caught by the moonlight.

Roxas stopped to breathe in the cool, fresh air, and turned around to look at the moon, a full orb in the sky. Then the moon was gone, and Axel was there, though the light shined past him and illuminated him in a ghostly, breathtaking way. He took Roxas's head in his hands and bent his neck a little to press their foreheads together lightly. "Thought you weren't going to think about white anymore," he whispered.

Roxas closed his eyes, heart thumping for no reason. Axel's hands were making him woozy because they were so warm and comfortable. But his lips were even warmer as they pressed tenderly but deeply into his own, and he had to take a staggering step forward and lock his arms around the other's waist, pressing their bodies closer together. He moaned as Axel's tongue played around his, savoring the sweet aftertaste of the candy they had eaten, and wanted to hurt him when he moved to break the kiss, but couldn't possibly find any strength to do so.

A puff of steam swirled and dissipated into the air when they pulled apart, a product of the pyro's element, no doubt, since it was chilly, but not nearly cold enough for them to see their breath. "You taste so much better than Splenda," he said quietly into the blonde's ear.

Roxas breathed a little laugh. "Thanks, I think," he said back, mimicking the hushed, intimate tone of his partner.

Axel moved his hands down to Roxas's hips, nuzzling them closer to his own. The action gave him a rush, and Roxas rolled up on his toes and curled his left hand around Axel's neck, into the wispy strands of his brilliantly red hair, pulling him down gently as he did so. Axel obliged and the blonde burrowed into the soft flesh between his jaw and his neck, licking it lightly and kissing it, traveling up the line to his partner's ear.

The older male inhaled deeply with pleasure, slipping his thumbs inside the waistband of Roxas's jeans tucking his middle and ring finger through his belt loops. He tugged downward very slightly, suggestively, running his thumbs over the edges of Roxas's hipbones.

"Haa…" Roxas bent into Axel's collarbone for a second, then lifted his craned his neck back. He drew the other's chin towards his own, hungrily stealing him into another kiss before moving his arm back to where the other one still hugged at the redhead's waist, giving him a squeeze of approval. Then he loosened his arms a bit and Axel slipped his other fingers into the waistband, sliding around until they met at the button, which he proceeded to undo.

Suddenly Roxas remembered that they hadn't left the park. "Wait," he said, voice cracking a bit, his throat having been dry with anticipation. He caught Axel's hands with his own before they went any further. "Not here."

Axel smiled at his little lover's naïveté, kissing the top of his spiky hair. "Why?"

"We're out in public you—ah…hah…" He panted as Axel interrupted his sentence, not moving his hands from where Roxas's weakly held them, by reaching out with one index finger and stroking a line down from just below his navel. He summoned all his will power and clenched the devious man's hands tighter, halting their movement.

The taller man was on a rampage now though, and wasn't going to let that stop him. He nudged the other nobody's head back with his own and took his ear in his teeth, pulling lightly. "There's no one around…And at least I didn't attack you in the restaurant, though it sure as hell was difficult to not pin you down against the table."

"Mmph…As fun as that would have been…that's not—ah…the point…" Despite his protests, he leaned his head back to allow Axel better access to his neck.

"Then what is the point, Roxy?" he murmured into soft moonlit flesh.

Roxas let go of Axel's hands and locked his arms roughly around his neck, kissing him again passionately. The redhead didn't try anything, though he left his fingers hooked loosely in the waistband of Roxas's jeans. Their tongues curled around each other wetly, as it turned into the most heated kiss yet. Roxas knew that if he let this go on much longer, he wouldn't be able to resist. He grudgingly pulled away, training his vivid blue eyes deeply on the electric green ones in front of him. "Please," he said, knowing this was all it would take.

"Hm," Axel chuckled shortly. He redid the button and pulled his hands away, pecking the blonde on the lips teasingly. He dropped his hands to his sides and watched with amusement as his partner tried to take deep, calming breaths. His own passion was hard enough to subdue, but watching Roxas try to quell it was just too adorable. "Can you last that long?”

XXX

The second the door to Axel’s was closed, he grabbed Roxas and pushed them to the wall immediately to the left of it. He placed one hand to the left of his head, against the crook of his neck, and the other hand to the right of his stomach, trapping him. His knee bent forward, gently putting pressure on the blonde’s crotch. A smirk lit up his face as he felt it start to grow.

Roxas tried to ignore it for now, and brought his long fingers down to grasp the hem of Axel’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head, but letting it hang on his arms. The pyro removed his hands from the wall for a quick second to get the shirt the rest of the way off. But due to the little game they played, he wasn’t quick enough returning to his position to regain control. Whoever trapped the other was the one who called the shots; no exceptions unless you wanted to be punished. As soon as Roxas wasn’t technically ‘trapped’, he glued his body against Axel’s, pressing their lips together hungrily. The redhead responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around the blonde’s waist, but letting one hand trail down and playfully pinch his ass.

The feel of his tongue was velvety, warm and rough, but seductive and sensual, as if he was promising to make everything as wonderful as this kiss. Their tongues pet each other and Axel’s seemed to be hell bent on exploring from every angle. Small trickles of saliva were escaping from the crevices of their mouths, and a small moan escaped from one of them as their crotches grinded against each other lusciously.

Roxas felt a small nip on his lower lip, and it sent electrocuting shivers down his spine. Axel smirked, nibbling again before letting his mouth trail away and across his face towards his left ear. “Roxas…” The sound of his voice was arousing, beautiful. He tried to move his face to nuzzle their cheeks together, but the pyro would have none of it. He drew away, smirking, but his eyes didn’t hold any sadistic warning in them. They were pools of lust and anticipation.

“I’m in charge tonight.” Axel let his hands trail down Roxas’s sides and hips, gliding the back of his nails down his arms and grabbing his wrists, flipping them up and pinning them together and atop his head. The position made him arch his back, and for a moment nothing happened. Then one hand released its grip, and slowly made its way to the zipper of his hoodie, tugging it down until it fell open. Roxas’s shirt was made of rather cheap and flimsy material, and the redhead bent his head so it could reach the collar of it, grazing his teeth against the blonde’s skin before taking the cloth in his mouth and slowly drawing away. A ripping sound soon joined the sounds of quickening breathing and Roxas’s chest was exposed.

In both of the nobodies, the pulses of their blood had rushed down to their groins, and a heated throbbing had taken residence, setting an unconsciously followed beat for the torture.

A blush lit up Roxas’s cheeks as he felt a hot cavern descend on his right nipple, and then something pliant and wet ran over it again and again.

“A-ah…” he didn’t bother trying to hide the wanton noises, or stop his face from scrunching up in pleasure. He knew they turned Axel on. Teeth grazed it lightly, catching momentarily in a small notch at the base of it, and then flicking over it again and again. He started suckling on it, softly biting the skin around it as he made his way over to the left nipple, repeating the ministrations.

As the blonde was distracted in his rapture, a hand crept down beneath his jeans, squeezing his hardening shaft. Roxas bit his lip, and when Axel un-buttoned and unzipped his jeans, slipping his fingers into his boxers and around his flesh, he moaned “Ax…Axel…”

“What is it? What do you want me to do?” He began slowly pumping, green eyes look intensely into blue ones.

How could he sound so completely composed? It wasn’t fair at all. Suddenly Roxas felt a bit too…uke-ish. If his partner wanted to punish him, then he should just go ahead. He knew that even if he gave him free reign he would be in for a ride, but even then he was hardly one sat idly by. Since when had he ever listened to his partner when he claimed absolute seme for the night anyway? He trusted Axel’s strength enough to know that he could be held up by his one hand, so he quickly threw his legs up, wrapped them around the redhead’s waist, and pulled him forward, trapping his hand and bringing their bodies closer together. Eyes were foggy with lust, and he could feel pre-cum beginning to gather at his tip.

As he had predicted, the shock loosened his grip on Roxas’s wrists, and he was able to tear them free, wrapping them instead around his lover’s head and twining his fingers through spikes. “I wanted you to let go of my hands…because I was getting spoiled.”

“Heh. Stop lying. You just don’t like feeling helpless.” Axel loved it when he fought for dominance. It never failed to arouse him even further. He crashed his lips onto the blonde’s, not gently at all this time, nipping and sucking. His other hand went to crawl around his waist, just resting there as a comfort and support, but not actively doing anything.

Roxas pulled away from the kiss, pulled away from him, and allowed himself to be pushed up against the wall once again, curves melting together like warm sugar, and just as sweet. Axel started pumping again, and his partner’s mouth found its way to his neck, biting down on the skin just below his ear.

“G-gh…Rox…” His face twisted in pleasure, and his fingers quickened their pace along the erect manhood.

“Ng…Faster…Harder, Axel. I want more…”

More? He could give him more. He pulled away completely then, getting down on his knees and pulling the sagging pants and boxers the rest of the way to the floor. The blonde stepped out of them just as quickly. He was protruding, dripping, and cold. The warmth of his hand gone, all the cold air from the drafty castle seemed to attract itself to the moisture on him.

But then it was hot again, hot and wet, as a mouth encompassed as much as it could fit. His tongue ran up and down it, swirling around the tip before he started slowly sucking. More liquid dripped from the corner of his orifice, and Roxas’s panting had raised a notch, his head thrown back. “Axel, a—nng…I’m—I’m coming.”

“Hmmm,” the redhead hummed, and the vibrations sent him writhing over the edge. He released his seed into the still attached mouth, and Axel swallowed it all in large gulps, the thick warmth salty and so distinctly Roxas in a way that simply couldn’t be explained. When the nobody collapsed, Axel caught him, standing back up and delicately kissing him. It was as chaste as a kiss could get, and they stayed like that until strength had returned to his body.

Roxas let Axel know that by bringing his hands down and un-fastening his pants. There were no protests, and soon they joined the shirts across the room. His proudly erect length was quickly grasped and groped, but the one doing it lost some of his equanimity when a single digit slid its way into Roxas’s entrance. There was no slow journey in; Axel thrust up violently and pleasurably and never looked back. He drew out his finger again, and when he came back in, there were two. Then there was three.

He plunged them in again and again, purposefully skirting around his prostate even though he had it memorized. And with every entry, Roxas’s shaft grew more and more, until once more it stood completely erect. And with it, the pleasure grew. It swelled up like a balloon, impregnating his nerves and once again fogging up his mind. “You’re so tight,” he heard Axel hiss.

Then they stopped. The blonde had closed his eyes, but now he opened them…just in time to see his partner aligning himself with his entrance, and begin to slowly inch in. His face was concentrated and determined, and Roxas knew that Axel wanted to go in hard, rough, and fast again and again just as much as he did, but the longer the wait the sweeter the reward.

When he was half of the way in, he stopped. After a few seconds, Roxas asked, “What… are you waiting for?”

He smirked, breathing heavily, and pushed himself in completely, rolling his hips deliciously and capturing another kiss while capturing Roxas’s shaft between their stomachs. Roxas felt tears of pleasure gather in his eyes, and he threw his arms around Axel’s back, clutching the skin tightly and leaving large red trails behind him. His head dug down into the crook of his lover’s shoulder, and he shakily licked there, tasting salty sweat before he imbedded his teeth into the soft flesh. He felt a guttural groan from the chest he rested against, and he sucked gently on the moon-shaped mark he had made.

Green eyes fogged over, he drew out until he was barely in at all, and then shoved forward again, hitting the prostate and receiving more gashes on his back, as well as another moan. Small electrocutions seemed to be running through him, and he threw his hips forward to meet the fingers. “A…ax…don’t stop.”

Axel thrust again, hitting the same spot before repeating it. Again and again he drew out painfully before filling him completely, and there was no other world. There was no wall, no organization, no mission, no worries. Only them, only pleasure, and only one thing that mattered. Tension filled the air, and the scent of masculinity was strong in the air. Axel was ready, but wanted to make Roxas come once more first. He just didn’t know if he could wait.

His speed increased, and with it the volume of the gasps and moans excreting from their locked lips. He gripped his younger lover’s lower lip, sucking on it and taking it between his teeth.

Roxas could see the beginning of stars behind the black of his lids, could taste sex on his tongue. Could feel his orgasm on the brink.

“Are…are you close?” his lover asked.

He nodded, holding himself tightly to the toned chest of the one he cared for more than anything, feeling happier than he was able to feel at any other time. All of the emotions seemed to feed him, chase pleasure around in his veins, and escalate his senses. It felt dense, confined, like there were chains around it and they were being strained, were cracking, breaking under the pressure.

There were no thoughts, no sound or sight or smell as he came. He released all over the flat panels of their abs, and seconds later felt a wet, thick heat come inside him. Both of their legs collapsed under them, so they curled up next to each other on the floor, fitting into each other like a perfect mold.

Axel wrapped his arms around the younger boy’s torso, drawing him closer as he weakly kissed the top of his head.

“Axel?” Roxas whispered softly, after their breathing had nearly steadied again.

“Yeah?”

The blonde smiled, pressing his forehead into the other’s comfortably warm flesh. “Thanks for cheering me up.”

XXX End XXX

Author’s Nonsense:

Xana: I don’t like the lemon I wrote. It started out decently but somehow it got retarded. If it isn’t as good as you would have liked, please forgive me…it’s the first real one I’ve written and I had to re-work it about three times to get it to even this level of decency. On another note, this was originally made to be an AkuRoku day tribute, but we didn’t know it was AkuRoku day until around eight pm, and even though we started working on it right then, we weren’t able to get it finished till past midnight the next day. So please forgive our lateness, and happy belated AkuRoku day! :D

Jemmi: The relationship between Axel and Roxas is like a Yogo! Creamy on the outside, and chewy on the inside! And by chewy I do mean sexy. Bow chika wow wow! XD

And this story is like the depths of Hell! The further you get into it, the hotter it gets! :D

Okay I’ll stop with the metaphors. I’m just kinda nervous cuz this is the first yaoi thing I’ve written (even though I didn’t even write the hard part DX) and…yeah. And my part sucked cuz it was gushy and romantic and I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE IT SO LAME AND STUFF IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. But I thought it would be nice to write something for AkuRoku day (I did remember when it was btw, I just didn’t know that two days ago it was the thirteenth. Thought it was the eleventh. I fail) and Xana wanted to do something, so I figured if we worked together it would be better. :) And I’m so happy that she did help cuz I would be too chicken to write a lemon by myself. Go Xana.

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