A drabble :D
Title: Untitled 1
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (II)
Theme: None
Pairing: AkuRoku
Word Count: 311
The Cut:
Roxas isn’t quite sure how they ended up in the bedroom, naked. He’s also not really sure why he agreed to it, and why he’s not pushing Axel away from where the man is kissing his neck. The only thing he manages to say is “I hate you” over and over and over.
Axel’s lips burn his skin; he can feel the fire deep within the redhead or maybe that’s just passion but either way he hisses and arches away from the bed, closer to Axel, closer to those lips that leave marks along his collarbone and neck and shoulders. Or maybe he’s just imagining it.
Even as Axel readies him and he grips tightly to Axel’s neck he still repeats “I hate you” over and over. It’s his mantra, his solace, the only thing that can help him cope with the events. Without it he’d crumble.
It isn’t until moments before Roxas himself comes that Axel finally acknowledges him, smiling sadly and saying a simple “I know” before kissing the life out of him, accepting the cry he makes as he reaches his limit, before following the blond only a moment after.
When Axel pulls away, rolling over, his eyebrows drawn together, Roxas can only stare at the ceiling, confused, but reveling in the post-sex feelings of comfort. It’s a few minutes later that he comes to his senses, and gets dressed quickly, hurrying out of the room, Axel watching him leave but not saying anything.
His eyes speak novels.
Roxas doesn’t understand, as he undresses for a second time, alone now, in his own room, why the sad smile Axel gave him and the simple phrase of “I know” instead of something else (“No you don’t”? “I don’t care”? Something, anything else would have been better) made his stomach do strange things and waves of guilt flow over him.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (II)
Theme: None
Pairing: AkuRoku
Word Count: 311
The Cut:
Roxas isn’t quite sure how they ended up in the bedroom, naked. He’s also not really sure why he agreed to it, and why he’s not pushing Axel away from where the man is kissing his neck. The only thing he manages to say is “I hate you” over and over and over.
Axel’s lips burn his skin; he can feel the fire deep within the redhead or maybe that’s just passion but either way he hisses and arches away from the bed, closer to Axel, closer to those lips that leave marks along his collarbone and neck and shoulders. Or maybe he’s just imagining it.
Even as Axel readies him and he grips tightly to Axel’s neck he still repeats “I hate you” over and over. It’s his mantra, his solace, the only thing that can help him cope with the events. Without it he’d crumble.
It isn’t until moments before Roxas himself comes that Axel finally acknowledges him, smiling sadly and saying a simple “I know” before kissing the life out of him, accepting the cry he makes as he reaches his limit, before following the blond only a moment after.
When Axel pulls away, rolling over, his eyebrows drawn together, Roxas can only stare at the ceiling, confused, but reveling in the post-sex feelings of comfort. It’s a few minutes later that he comes to his senses, and gets dressed quickly, hurrying out of the room, Axel watching him leave but not saying anything.
His eyes speak novels.
Roxas doesn’t understand, as he undresses for a second time, alone now, in his own room, why the sad smile Axel gave him and the simple phrase of “I know” instead of something else (“No you don’t”? “I don’t care”? Something, anything else would have been better) made his stomach do strange things and waves of guilt flow over him.