Reunion

[checkeredstory]

Who: Roxas and Axel
What: Having sex on the couch.
When: Slightly before the body switch crack.
Where: Axel's club
Warnings: PORN PORN PORN PORN. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ MANSEX. Okay thank you.
Status: We tried to make them serious, but they gave us 20 pages of porn. 8D


In his room at the new house, Roxas’ belongings were all neatly packed in boxes and ready to be pulled out. The blond didn’t like moving much, and particularly not at that moment. He really didn’t feel like unpacking anything, and rather than opening a box, he opted to sit on it.

The sun was bright in the room through the parted window drapes and Roxas stared blankly outside. Sapphire eyes, usually brillant, were dull with thought and depression. He had only just recovered from nearly freezing to death and the world was already moving on without him.

Not that that’s what was particularly bothering him. There was a certain something on his mind. . . a certain someone. All he wanted to do was forget this person, but that was not going to be an option. Axel. What was Axel doing? Roxas heard about the burning building. Was that enough for the redhead to move on? Had he forgotten Roxas? All Roxas knew was that he couldn’t get the man out of his thoughts.

It was then that Roxas had remembered also hearing that Axel had a club. . . Roxas had never been to it, nor did he know it’s location, but he had a hunch. It wasn’t like the island was that big anyhow, and it wouldn’t be hard to find. He slid from his seat on the box, and grabbed a pair of sunglasses before heading out.

What the hell was he doing? He had no idea. Roxas would much rather just have taken a nap, since sleeping was one of his favorite activities, but with the redhead in his head it would have proven impossible anyway. It wasn’t long before Roxas reached the worn exterior of an old warehouse, obviously converted on the indoors and in use.

Roxas paused a few feet away and stared at the doorway. He silently wondered if Axel was even in there. And if he was, was he alone? Roxas sure hoped so. But standing out here wouldn’t give him any answers, so he stepped forward and pushed himself through the doorway.

Axel hadn’t done much for the past few days. Well, he’d done a lot but none of it was what could be called productive. There had been a lot of pacing, a few random fires; though none were as large as the initial burning building. That had helped at first, but it burned out much to quickly and it wasn’t worth the effort to light one of the other ones on fire.

He was going insane. He was second guessing himself over how he’d handled Roxas and wanted anything to distract him. He’d even tried to pick a fight with Larxene, just so he could fight something that would fight back and maybe even get himself hurt. It would be distracting if nothing else. Why the hell did he tell him to get out? He went out into the snow, probably ended up small, and Axel hadn’t heard anything from him or about him since that happened. He’d looked briefly, but when he hadn’t found him, he gave up and resumed being stubborn.

Even though he was second guessing himself he knew he had to do that. Roxas’s accusations were getting too hard to take. Especially after getting built so high, the fall hit that much harder and he’d snapped. Showed him what he got for getting his hopes up, if he could feel they might call this depression.

He shook his head to clear himself of all of these thoughts. He’d gotten out of his room to avoid how he kept thinking about him every two seconds like he’d done since he’d first left. That’s why he’d come to his club, it was the only place he could go where he wouldn’t be disturbed while it was closed, and the lit fire pit could offer some catharsis.

He was leaning against the bar, head bowed, resting on fisted hands. It had been two seconds he was starting to think about Roxas again. As if summoned, he heard the door open. He scowled still looking down and growled a bit ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off. “We’re cl…” he turned to face the door and trailed off when he saw Roxas standing there. His scowl faded but his face remained neutral, his customary smirk betraying nothing. “Isn’t this a surprise.”

“N-” Roxas began but had to take a second to swallow. “Not really. . .”

The blond had a rather firm pout set across his face, but everything else about him was unreadable. He didn’t really know what to think or feel right now, or say or do. With his left hand, he grabbed his elbow as he stood there, unsure of what else to do. His eyes darted around the club, taking in the new surroundings, lit by nothing other than the burning fire in the middle of the place.

The place was large, yet strangely cozy and intimate at the same time. Roxas was sure this was some sort of popular hangout for a lot of people. It felt strange for him to be in such a place; they usually lock up to minors, since they serve alcohol and somesuch. But who was going to catch him this time? Would Axel kick him out? He doubted it. Not to mention that the place wasn’t even open.

Roxas’ eyes flickered towards Axel for a moment, but he couldn’t stand to look at him for more than a second. It made him feel weird, and slightly uncomfortable. What the fuck was with him lately?

“How long. . . have you had this place?” he asked softly, unsure of what else to say.

Axel crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his back against the counter. He watched Roxas carefully, trying to pick up anything that could give him insight into his friend’s thinking. His face was unreadable, but his stance looked nervous. He studied him intently, eyes staring straight into him to pick up any sign of injury since the last time he saw him.

His only movement during this inspection was the large breath he had to take to reign himself in from moving any closer. He was much too stubborn to do that after their last meeting. He’d told him to get out, he wouldn’t allow himself to show any of his second guessing. That would be a defeat, and he didn’t loose.

He scoffed and smirked to himself, closing his eyes and head facing down when he heard Roxas’s question. So they were acting casual now…fine he could handle that. “For awhile,” he said arms moving with his words. “Beginning of summer…around when you disappeared.” He turned his back to the door and moved further down the bar. “You’ve had a free pass since it opened….Just going to stand there?”

“Oh,” Roxas replied bluntly. A few moments after Axel had turned his back, Roxas’ gaze finally fell upon the redhead and locked there. He couldn’t quite tell what was in the man’s head, and he hardly understood what was in his own.

Reminded of the fact that he ‘disappeared,’ his mind wandered a bit farther to the fact that he hardly knew himself, or who he was. A fact that he has obviously had a hard time accepting. How could his memories be erased and replaced with different ones? It just didn’t make sense to him. He wanted answers, and the closest thing he had to answers. . . was Axel.

Axel knew him before, and Roxas had always felt slightly funny in the presence of the man. So weird, foreign, yet familiar somehow. Perhaps Roxas kept coming to him for this reason. Whatever, reason, there was no helping it.

“I’m sorry,” he said under his breath. Roxas felt almost obligated to say this for Axel. The man put up with him, no matter what he did, and Roxas was thankful for that for an unknown reason.

Stepping closer to the bar and Axel, Roxas sighed. Finally, something had clicked in his head, and at least some things were beginning to make sense. “I guess. . . I just want to know who I was - who I am - and why I can’t remember anything.”

This whole situation felt awkward to Axel. He’d never been good with this time after a fight. If it had been with anyone else but Roxas he would have just left. Although, he was right next to a bar, he considered getting drunk. That could make things easier.

He was moving to around to the other side of the counter to do just that when he heard Rox’s apology. It was low, but it still managed to take him completely by surprise and freeze him in his tracks. Roxas apologizing was about as rare as him apologizing. What had happened to him on his week gone?

“You actually want to know this time?” Axel said, voice unreadable. He didn’t know what to make of this sudden admission. Part of his brain told him to smirk as wide as he could and jump right into an explanation. The other part reminded him what happened the last time he got his hopes up. “Seems to me we’ve been over this a few times already,” he said over his shoulder, fingers toying with the edge of the counter.

“No,” Roxas said, sounding a little annoyed. “I’m sick of people telling me. I don’t want to be told. I want to know. I want proof. At first I didn’t want to believe it, but I can’t ignore the way I feel inside. I need to know.”

His eyes locked with Axel’s as he moved even closer, and sat on a stool at the bar. He stared, unmoving, apathetic, serious. Inside of him, he felt this undying desire to know and a frustration that he didn’t have answers. It burned inside of him, and it almost didn’t feel like himself. “I need to know.”

Sighing, he dropped his gaze to the marble counters in front of him and he leaned on them. Roxas took a moment to think, not all unusual at all for the blond. But the subject on his mind was strange and almost scared him. . .

“When I left. . . that day,” he started, and paused. He chewed his lip for a second, and then continued. “I fell in the snow. I don’t remember anything about it, but I probably would have died. But when I fell unconscious. . . I remembered. I remembered about Sora.”

Axel finally turned to face him fully and locked eyes after his first outburst. He was starting to sound like his Roxas again. Not whatever this place had made him; for better or for worse. He was going to retort with something about how was he supposed to know if he wasn’t told, but was cut off as he continued.

His expression changed completely when Roxas mentioned Sora. He couldn’t hide that his eyes went wide, but he clamped down on any other expression. Shit. Why did he have to remember Sora first? That was what happened the last time and it had ended so well. The part of his brain that had told him not to get his hopes up, was currently rubbing the other parts nose in the fact that it was right.

He moved back around to sit in the stool next to him never loosing their eye contact. He sat facing out towards the club, and fire with his back leaning against the counter. “What did you remember?” he asked.

Well, now he had Axel’s attention. Roxas looked at his hands, fumbling with his fingers. “I. . . didn’t remember a lot. I just remember leaving to go find him, and then. . . being trapped inside him. And I remember that that was not the answer I had been looking for.”

The blond was quiet as he shifted and put his head in his hands as he leaned his elbows on the countertop. He really didn’t know what to think right now; there were so many pieces of him. Sora, the Roxas he remembered from the Organization, the Roxas he remembered from Twilight Town. . . and the one he is now.

So many thoughts were rushing through his head, so many emotions running through his body, and he didn’t know how to contain himself. It was frustrating, to the point that Roxas almost wanted to cry. Before he knew it, a lone tear fell and he hoped that Axel hadn’t noticed - but knowing him, he would have.

“It’s getting hard to remember what’s me and what’s not,” Roxas said, and he felt strange just suddenly speaking his mind like that. “And I have to find the answers I need.”

Axel turned his head to Roxas, fully interested about his last statement about Sora. The hope side of his brain perked up and started jabbing at the cynic side. ‘Not the answers he was looking for’ was the best phrase he’d heard in a long time. One of the reasons he had been so adamant about keeping Roxas away from Sora was the fear that he would want to go back. If he had, there wouldn’t be much Axel could do about it; though he’d never admit it to anyone of course the prospect had scared the crap out of him.

Feeling a little better about the situation, Axel turned toward him completely, hand already outstretched. He froze for the second time that day when he saw the tear. That was even less expected than the apology had been.

“Rox…” he slid off the stool so he could wrap Roxas in a hug. And he thought he’d been getting frustrated by all this crap. At least he still had his sense of self. He had to smirk at his private joke of how Rox always had to one up him. “I’m sorry,” he said, actually meaning it.

Roxas sighed as he wiped the tear from his face. He didn't give a shit what Axel thought anymore. At that moment, he didn't really care about anything. Caring took too much energy out of him these days.

When Axel wrapped his arms around him, the blond leaned against him. He grabbed the redhead's shirt with his fist and pulled him closer. It was as if that shirt and Axel were the only things he really had to hold on to anymore. And, in some ways, that was true.

He wouldn't ever voice it, but a simple 'I'm sorry' would never cut it. in Roxas' opinion, he'd better be sorry. If it weren't for this redheaded asshole, Roxas' life would have probably been normal right now. No Axel, no gay, no Organization, no Nobodies, no Sora, no Others. No nothing out of the ordinary.

Where the hell was he supposed to start anyway? The only leads he had on anything was Sora, and now Sora was nothing but a stray path to Roxas.

"I'm just so tired," Roxas said and dug his face into Axel's chest. And, not to mention, he was also still headache-y.

Axel was at a complete loss for what to do; something that didn’t happen often. He continued to hold Roxas tight since it seemed to be helping him. He ran one of his hands through Rox’s hair and kissed the top of his head. He was trying to be comforting it wasn’t something he had too much practice at. This was nice, but not knowing what to do was awkward, so he fell back on his normal habits.

“Geez Rox,” he said teasingly into his ear. “Always gotta kill the mood.” He moved back, dragging Roxas with since he was still wrapped around him. “I was all set to be mad at you, and stubborn and make you do stupid shit for once…” He trailed off into a soft chuckle that didn’t sound entirely sincere. “Almost thought I got to be justified party for once, but no…you always gotta one up me.”

He paused, to pull back a bit to look the smaller boy in the face. “Drama queen,” he teased with a smirk that didn’t reach his whole face. He kissed his forehead and pulled them closer again.

The blond lifted his head and stared straight into Axel's face. His usual pout was set on his face. Sapphire eyes gave a piercing glare, as if they could injure the redhead.

"I am not a drama queen!" Roxas said loudly and snorted. He resumed being his stubborn self, and shoved Axel away from him. He spun his bar chair around, turning his back towards Axel, and crossed his arms.

His angry pout was still set on his face as he mumbled, "asshole!" and proceeded to ignore Axel.

Axel grabbed the sides of the stool to keep from being pushed off at Roxas’s shove. Well that didn’t go entirely as he expected, but hey Roxas was acting more like his usual self. Axel knew how to deal with a stubborn Roxas better than one having a breakdown.

“Roxas…” he said, sounding more wheedling than anything. He got up and stood right behind Roxas’s chair. He wrapped his arms around him from behind and rested his head on his shoulder. Even on the bar stool, Roxas was so much shorter than him that he had to bend over awkwardly to do so. But it was worth any crick in his back later.

He had rested his head to be towards Roxas’s face. He looked up at him doing his best impression of the sad puppy dog eyes, made more pathetic looking from his lowered position. “You know I was kidding,” he told him. He dropped his sad look and resumed his normal smirk.

He lifted his head and moved the inch to be able to kiss at Roxas’s neck. Just light quick pecks, up to his ear. “It worked a little, didn’t it?” he questioned, it had gotten him to stop crying at least. As usually happened, once he was tasting Roxas’s skin, he just wanted more of it and went back to letting his tongue worshiping his neck.

Ignoring the man wrapping his arms around him, Roxas stared blankly at the wall across from him. His facial expression didn't change in the least, trademark pout written all over it.

It wasn't until Axel poked his head out that Roxas actually moved. Looking down at the redhead, Roxas cocked an eyebrow. He looked ridiculous with that puppy dog look on his face; Roxas had never seen it before, yet it was still so familiar.

Roxas still refused to speak to Axel, and he just snorted and kept his mouth shut as he resumed staring across the room.

However, his whole concentration was broken as Axel's lips met the sensitive skin of his neck. Roxas involuntarily shuddered under the touch and he let out a harsh exhale. Shit. Why did he lose it so easily?

"Yes," Roxas said, nearly moaning under the feel of Axel's wet, warm tongue. In response to what, Axel or his question, it was unclear.

Axel smirked harder against Roxas’s skin when he heard the reply. That was the sound Roxas should be making; not crying. He kept his chuckling to a minimum, for 1, it was hard to laugh when your tongue was currently licking and swirling around every sensitive spot it could find, and 2, he knew Roxas would probably get pissed.

Now that he’d started, he didn’t see a reason to stop until he had to. He didn’t want Roxas to go back to all of that terrible thinking, and distracting him was working just fine in his opinion. He moaned himself and pushed forward, kissing harder and pressing against his back. The arms wrapped around the smaller boy tightened, and hands started running all around his stomach and eventually rested in a grip on his arms.

Roxas could feel Axel's lips against his skin curling in that usual smirk of his. What? He knew he was easy, and he didn't know how to control himself. Why was it so damn easy to send his brain into the gutter?

A hand subconsciously raised itself to the back of Axel's head, tangling fingers in that long, red hair. He pulled slightly before pressing Axel's face closer, silently indicating that he wanted more.

He let out a loud sigh as he tilted his head and gave the redhead better access to his neck. Why it felt so good, he'd never know. But Axel definitely knew all of his sensitive areas, of which he himself didn't even know until Axel pointed them out by example.

With his free hand, Roxas wrapped his fingers around Axel's forearm, squeezing lightly. He let out a small moan and leaned back into Axel, trying to get more contact with the tall redhead.

Roxas was so easy sometimes. It had taken Axel awhile to figure everything about him out, but once he had he usually had success with pushing the right buttons. Axel was loosing himself into what he was doing, especially when the hand started going through his hair.

After all the memory losses and hunting him down, he still always just waiting for Roxas to freak out and push him away again. Every time he moved to consent and get more had suddenly become the sexiest things in the world. He was enjoying himself, even though with Roxas pressing back he had to lean over more and it was starting to actually hurt his back.

His free hand ran up Roxas’s arm and back until it reached the base of his head. He used a combination of light pressure from his hand and some well placed presses of his lips to tilt Roxas’s head back. He broke away from his neck to stare down at him, eyes lidded and much too pleased with himself. “You’re too short,” he informed him casually before leaning back down to kiss him properly.

Very compliant in the state that he was in at that moment, it took almost no effort to get Roxas to move whichever way you wanted him to move. His arm rippled under Axel's touch, and he leaned against his hand slightly. Roxas silently wondered where this was going to end up going, but he really didn't care.

Sapphire eyes slowly opened to look up into Axel's; round, curious and wanting. Roxas blinked up at Axel, wondering why the redhead had stopped. Staring at him definitely couldn't have been more interesting than other things. At least, Roxas didn't think so in the least.

And then he was told that he was short. Not one of his favorite things - it was a fact he knew all too well. Before he could protest, Axel's lips had met his, and he grunted into the redhead's mouth.

"I am not short," Roxas said the very moment their lips broke. He spun the chair around to face Axel, grabbed the man's shirt, and pulled him down closer.

"You are too tall!" he said and jammed their lips together once again, slipping his tongue into the other's mouth.

Axel couldn’t help but chuckle now into the kiss. Roxas was just too cute when he was indignant. He returned the kiss, pushing his tongue against the other and tried to take the battle into the other’s mouth. His hands had lost their position when Roxas had spun around, but they found a new one on his small waist.

Never loosing the lip-lock, he moved to face the counter, turning Roxas and the stool with him. He made a low sound into the kiss and pushed forward, pressing against the smaller boy and pushing him into the counter. His hands moved, rubbing against his back, the movements dragged his shirt up with them.

One hand stayed where it was, while the other inched up to wrap around into blonde spiky hair. He trailed through his hair, re-memorizing the texture, as he kept up the battle in Roxas’s mouth. He let out a moan right before he had to pull back for air. He rested, pressed against him and eyes almost closed and bit at his lips teasingly but nothing else.

Roxas frowned. Why was Axel chuckling? Whatever the reason was, the thought was soon forgotten as a battle of tongue, lips and teeth ensued. Roxas refused to let Axel in, pushing back with his tongue, trying to get into Axel's mouth.

He moaned as Axel began lifting his shirt, and he could feel that hand against the tender skin of his back. The other's hands were warm, Roxas thought as he arched into the man on top of him now.

When Axel broke their lips, Roxas had to pant heavily in order to catch his breath. He took this time to wrap his arms around the other's neck, and he made sure that Axel stayed close. Roxas bit back when Axel teased lips with teeth.

He gave the redhead one more kiss before moving along, kissing at the corner of the redhead's mouth. Roxas trailed down Axel's jawbone, leaving wet kisses until he got to an ear lobe. He breathed hotly over Axel's ear before twisting his tongue around it, breathing hotly over the now saliva-coated skin.

Axel returned the kiss, a little confused when Roxas broke away so (in his opinion) quickly. The confusion instantly changed into a low sound in his throat when Roxas started kissing a line to his ear. He titled his head to give him more room, staring at Roxas as best he could through half closed eyes.

“Ahh,” he exhaled heavily at the tongue and then warm air over his ear. Mmm, that felt good. “Fuck Rox,” he said breathily. He turned his head back to return the action. He licked at Roxas’s earlobe and bit lightly.

The hand still on Rox’s waist started a slow ascent under his shirt, the one that had been in his hair moved to join it. He was still lavishing most of his attention on his ear and the skin around it. “I want you,” he breathed into his ear before licking it again. He pulled back just enough to stare at him again, and pressed his body as completely against him as he could with the bar stool in his way.

He loved the sounds Axel was making at that point, and he closed his eyes as if that would help him hear them better. When he could hear Axel right in his ear, it sent a shiver through Roxas' entire body - one that he wouldn't have been able to stop no matter what he tried. He was losing himself more and more, and was reduced to just breathing hotly in Axel's ear.

Moaning under his breath, Roxas pulled himself closer to Axel. He wanted more contact, more of Axel's touch. . . more of everything. One hand curled around the back of Axel's neck, while the other went for the shirt he was wearing. He shuddered again when he heard the words Axel spoke into his ear.

Roxas gasped as Axel pressed himself closer, and he ground himself into the other. He pulled Axel closer, as much as possible, still unable to get the amount of contact he craved. For a few moments, all he did was breathe into Axel’s ear, pressing himself closer. Finally, he said under his breath, “take me.”

Permission granted, it took Axel seconds to be attached to Roxas’s neck again, movements becoming faster and more frantic. He trailed light pecks over any area he could reach; down his neck, across his face, anything not covered by a shirt. Speaking of

He pushed forward and left a hard kiss on his lips with a groan and then pulled back. He quickly grabbed his shirt and flung it over his head to land somewhere on the floor. He moved quickly and was almost instantly back to slipping his tongue into Roxas’s mouth and grabbing the smaller boys own shirt.

He dragged the shirt up as much as he could, with every intension to continue the liplock until he had to release it for the cloth to be removed. But he could only get it up so far without Roxas moving as well. The kiss grew deeper and Axel leaned hard against Roxas pushing him more into the counter. There were more suitable places for this all over the club (this had occurred to him when designing it) but any place was fine by him, as long as Roxas didn’t mind being ground into the edge of the counter.

"Fuck," Roxas breathed hard into Axel's ear. It felt so good, and made him relax involuntarily; it was even becoming hard to keep his eyes open. At the nape of Axel's neck, Roxas' fingers had subconsciously begun rubbing back and forth, gripping and releasing.

Moaning in protest, he had to let go of Axel as the man leaned back. He didn't want to break contact with the other. But losing shirts? Roxas could most definitely deal with that. He couldn't help himself from reaching out as Axel's body returned, and he ran his hand over the soft skin of the man's abdomen.

It didn't take him long at all to figure out what Axel was trying to do. He sighed into the other's mouth, coating it with as much saliva as possible. Roxas pressed himself flush against Axel, arching his back and helping the redhead get rid of his own shirt. He could feel the counter jabbing harshly into his back, but at that moment that was the least of his concerns.

He lifted his arms above his head, letting Axel lift his shirt off of his shoulders, his chest now bare. Wrapping his arms around Axel again, Roxas pressed himself as hard against the other as he possibly could. For some reason, he just couldn't get as much touch as he really wanted, and so as much as possible would have to do. Axel's skin was warm against his own chest, and his hands wandered around Axel's back as he attempted to memorize every single cuve of the older man's body.

Axel wasted no time in letting his hands explore the newly exposed skin. The last time they’d done this he hadn’t taken the time to remap the body he used to have memorized. He resumed the kiss, pushing his tongue back into the smaller boys mouth and coaxing the other to play. A low groan vibrated against the kiss whenever Roxas found a good spot in his exploration.

He made the discovery that the bar stool was really the perfect height. With Roxas leaning back it like that, it was easy to press their still clothed groins together, but never have to break any other contact. He circled his hips against Roxas’s at the same frenzied pace as everything else.

His hands trailed around the blonde’s torso, brushing lightly against ticklish spots and coming to rest on his hips. He finally broke the kiss and stared at him intently from an inch away. He held his hips in place and rubbed hard against him. He shuddered at the sensation but kept his eyelock with Roxas. Damn, he looked so hot like this.

Roxas couldn't help but smile back against Axel's lips. Whenever the other man would groan, it'd tickle through Roxas' jaw and he just couldn't help it. He never broke their contact, though, and continued to explore Axel's mouth with his tongue, sliding against the redhead's own and along the roof of his mouth.

Axel's touch was like fire against his skin now, burning away the minor freeze burns he'd collected from the week before. The heat was mending what it had originally broken, as Roxas had hoped. He had been so scared that Axel had meant what he'd said, but now it was more than evident that it was all jut a mistake.

"A-ah!" the blond said against their kiss. Axel had begun thrusting against him, and the friction through his jeans was just enough to send him wild. His body began returning that pelvic thrust even before he knew what he was doing - apparently, his hips didn't need permission.

Looking up at Axel, Roxas suddenly became entirely self conscious and aware of what they were doing. He could feel all the blood in him rushing to his face as his face turned a beet red. Roxas wanted to look away, not to show Axel his emotions, his thoughts; but he couldn't. There was just something about the way that the man was looking at him that made him feel something he'd never felt before.

He'd never felt so wanted before, so important to something - or someone. Was this what the remnants of his old self was looking for? Is this what attracted him to Axel? Whatever it was, he knew that he wanted more of it. . . more of Axel. And it was more than evident what Axel wanted.

"H-here?" he asked quietly, slightly confused. He hardly knew what was going to happen, or what they were doing or even anything about what they were doing. Roxas had never done this before. . . or at least, he didn't remember ever doing it before. And if they were going to do it right here on the counter, then Roxas had no idea what to think about that.

Axel watched Roxas’s face change with growing concern. It was hard to miss the blush from how close he was. Part of him smiled at it because it was so cute…not everyone gets to deflower their lover twice. The other part just wanted to make sure that this wouldn’t be a repeat of last time. He wasn’t going to have Roxas regret it and leave again.

He remained pressed against him, but stopped his movements. The only thing that kept moving was one hand trailing up Roxas’s side all the way to his face. He brushed the blonde hair out of the way and closed his eyes to kiss him lightly. “It’s ok,” he said softly and kissed him again. “I could tell you that you liked it before…but I doubt that’ll help.”

He smirked at him and backed up. He reluctantly pulled away completely and told his body to shut up at its protests. “Get up,” he grabbed onto Roxas’s arms and started to move him off the stool. If he was this nervous the least he could do was move Roxas somewhere more comfortable like one of the couches before screwing him into oblivion.

Confused as to why Axel had stopped, Roxas whined. It took a great deal of effort for him to stop himself, it felt so good. The muscles of his sides rippled under Axel's touch. When he felt that soft, warm hand near his face, Roxas pressed his cheek into it and let the redhead brush his hair away.

Roxas sighed again as Axel kissed him once more, trying to relax himself. When he spoke again, he became slightly more tense. It didn't matter what it was like or whatever he thought before. This was now.

Shit, he thought and covered half his face with his palm. Now he KNEW it was too obvious what was going through his head. It was embarrassing that he was nervous. . . Did this happen to everybody? Whatever, there was no way he could contain it.

He whined slightly as he slid from his seat on the bar stool - which was taller than him. Nervousness showed far too much as he began tensing up even more and his grip on Axel's forearm was probably too tight. Roxas really didn't like not knowing what was going to happen next.

Axel held Roxas against him with one arm and reached behind the counter with the other. It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that Axel had anticipated something like this eventually happening in the club and prepared for it. There was a small bowl behind the cashbox with any number of things, Axel felt around for the tube he knew was there and slipped it into his back pocket.

He didn’t want to give Roxas more time to get nervous so he tried to distract him by bending down and pulling him into another kiss. He wrapped his other arm around him and started maneuvering him towards the couches. It was awkward going, with how bent Axel had to be to maintain the kiss, but they reached them quickly and Roxas was pushed against the cushions with Axel laying on top of him.

He kissed him harder, starting to move his hips again like they had been before. His body responded greatly to the renewed sensations and he couldn’t stop the loud groan into the other boy’s mouth. His hands trailed from his back to his front. His fingers danced across Roxas’s abdomen and came to rest on the clasps of his pants. Those were coming completely off this time.

Roxas was unsure as to whatever would be behind the counter. Even less why it would have been so important. Was he planning on getting them drunk? No, he probably would have done that a long time ago if that was the case.

Before Roxas had much time to think about it, though, Axel's lips were back with his again. He'd totally forgotten what he was thinking about as the taste of Axel's tongue dominated everything else. Roxas slid his eyes closed and leaned part of his weight into Axel.

It was really strange trying to move and kiss at the same time, Roxas thought. Difficult, but not impossible. He didn't even bother to open his eyes. Axel would take him somewhere, and wherever that was Roxas didn't really care at that moment.

Once they reached the couch, Roxas laid back and pulled Axel with him. The couches were a lot more comfortable than Roxas had expected them to be. There were lots of cushions around them, too. They provided extra comfort for Roxas when Axel's weight was laid over him.

Roxas didn't have to think at all before getting back into the rhythm that he had going with Axel before, grinding hips together. The blond was so distracted with all these sensations that he hardly even noticed the hand trailing towards his pants.

Axel bit at Roxas’s lips before completely breaking the kiss. He’d never get enough of that taste, but there were other places just as good that were being neglected. He stared at Roxas face for a moment for any sign that he was having second thoughts. Not recognizing any dropped back down to nip at his collar bone.

His tongue slid down his chest, mapping out each depression and rise in the muscle underneath the skin. He had to slide his entire body down to reach, ending the pressure of their hips. However he’d gotten the pants unhooked and as soon as he had to move out of the way a hand slipped under them and took his hips place but applying more direct pleasure.

He’d gotten the pants unhooked, but both of his hands were now busy and they were still in his way. “Rox,” he said into his chest, right before biting a nipple. “Take them off.”

Once their kiss had broken again, Roxas looked up at Axel's face. His eyes were getting slightly hazy, but he could focus if he really tried. Haha, fuck. Axel was analyzing him. Roxas really hated being analyzed.

Tongue slid down his chest and Roxas moaned quietly. It tickled, it felt strange, but it felt so good. He whined slightly when their hips broke contact, but quieted with the pressure was replaced with something else - something better. Roxas could feel himself hard against Axel's hand, and he hissed.

"Aah!" the blond shouted. He wasn't expecting to be bitten, and definitely not in such a sensitive area, and he arched his back into Axel and his hand. He took this moment to slip his own pants off, kicking them to the floor.

The air was cold against his now bare skin, and he felt strange being so. . . naked. It made him feel vulnerable, even if it was only Axel there with him at that moment. Roxas didn't think he'd ever been completely naked in front of anyone before.

Axel licked the nipple he’d bitten in apology, even though he really wasn’t sorry, and backed up a bit to let Roxas get his pants off. Roxas was making so many fun noises, he’d missed those. He snickered to himself as he continued to trail his tongue around Rox’s chest as he made a challenge to see how many other ones he could get.

With one last hard suck and a disappointed moan he pried himself off and sat back. As much as he wanted to admire the view, there were more important things to be done. He reached into his back pocket and took out the small tube, and threw it onto the couch next to Roxas. That taken care of he flipped open his pants and sent them to add to the pile by the couch.

It felt so good to be out of them, but so much better when he resumed his earlier actions without the barrier of clothes. “hmmn” he groaned low into Rox’s shoulder, as he moved against him. He loved how this always felt, he could come just doing this. But Rox had to take him, and fuck that’s what he wanted to do.

Roxas moaned as Axel sucked away the pain he’d caused to his sensitive nipple. His eyes slipped closed for a moment to just feel - feel Axel’s heated tongue against him. In pure lust, Roxas’ mouth slipped open, breathing loud and erratic. He’d never felt anything like this before, and it was slightly embarrassing but all he knew was that he wanted more.

As Axel pulled away, Roxas whined softly. He disliked every time their contact was broken. Slipping from their places on Axel’s body, his hands fell to either side of his face. The blond watched as the lanky one slipped the rest of his clothes off. Fuck, Axel was chiseled and muscular, despite being so thin. And god, he was as hard as he was.

The blond had never imagined that he could find another man so arousing, but he definitely did now. He became more aware of his own erection, his own wants, his own needs. And it wasn’t a long wait - before long, Axel was grinding against him again; naked, hot and hard.

“F-fucck,” Roxas studdered. He gripped the pillows behind him with one hand, the other immediately wrapping itself around Axel. Using the man on top of him as leverage, he pulled himself up and ground himself as hard as he possibly could in his nervous, needy state. Before he knew what he was saying, he pressed his cheek into the side of Axel’s face and said into his ear, “I need you.”

Axel thought about being an ass and telling him not to swear, but stopped when he felt Roxas’s face pressed next to him. He breathed hard against his check and leaned over to lick teasingly at his ear. “Just don’t forget you said that tomorrow,” he said into it and gave his ear one more lick before moving away.

He kissed his way back to Roxas’s lips, any form of finesse gone by this point; teeth bumping in his attempt to claim at much of his mouth as he could. With how Roxas was wrapped around him it was easy to slip his arms around his back and pull completely up. He sat up against the back of the couch and dragged Roxas with him onto his lap.

Both hands slid down his back and gripped the soft flesh of his ass, kneading and pushing him against them. He had to break away from the kiss to catch his breath. He stayed close and stared at Roxas, panting against his face. He loved watching Roxas when he was this far gone.

One hand slipped away to grope for the tube lost somewhere on the couch. He flipped the top off and squeezed, coating his fingers and a large part of the cushion with the slippery substance. His other hand was still kneading and pushing, and was joined again by the slick hand that was slowly making its way to the center.

Why the hell Axel had to mention tomorrow, Roxas didn't know. Shit, tomorrow I'll end up regretting this. Again, he thought silently to himself. Either way, it was too far into it to pull back now. Even if he could pull back, he certainly didn't want to. Besides, it was time he stopped regretting everything and began facing things.

Roxas groaned into Axel's mouth once they had joined again. His breathing was so erratic, it was loud through his nose and he could feel it against his own lips. He moaned as he felt those slender arms wrapped around him, and he didn't even bother looking up when Axel moved the both of them. Roxas didn't care any more. All he cared about was Axel, and the way Axel made him feel.

The blond situated himself so that he was straddling Axel's hips now. He could feel the other's hands on his ass now, groping and kneading. Roxas couldn't even help himself from grinding against Axel once more, sliding his cock against the other's abdomen.

Roxas had no control over himself anymore. He couldn't even think now. Attempting to collect what (little) he could of himself, Roxas fell into somewhat of a slump on top of Axel, resting his head on the man's shoulder. He panted harshly against his collar bone, trying to catch his breath, and he was suddenly all the more aware of what Axel was just about to do. "A-ah!"

Axel let his head fall back at the sensation of Roxas’s weight completely on top of him, and shuddering at each puff of air against his chest. He’d gone as slow as he could for Roxas’s sake, but he couldn’t keep that up anymore.

He circled two fingers around his opening once and pushed both in. Roxas may not have remembered doing this but Axel did, and knew he could take that already. Unless he’d gotten a new body along with the new split…that would be weird. But that train of thought last the half second it took for Roxas to grind against him again and he was gone.

He lost his sense of time, in their rhythm against each other and didn’t know how long he spent preparing the other. Hopefully it was enough because he was already working on preparing himself and rubbing against the cleft of his ass.

Axel had his mouth next to Roxas’s ear. His short breaths only broken by a low moan or a shudder. Fuck. That was prepared enough. He grabbed Roxas’s hips and lifted him as he slid down to a better position. His head fell against the back of the couch again, eyes almost closed “Fuck...”

Roxas gave an unsure moan and shifted as he felt Axel's fingers slip inside of him. It was a strange feeling, and slightly uncomfortable but somehow erotic all the same. At first, he pressed himself against Axel out of discomfort, but he eventually managed to relax into it and began to enjoy it.

Fingers rubbed him all the right ways, scissoring and stretching him out. Roxas' breath became harsher against Axel's skin and he grabbed skin between his teeth lightly. He tried his best not to bite Axel too hard, but he was totally lost and he really didn't know just how hard he was clenching his teeth.

Oh god, and the way he could feel Axel sliding behind him. Roxas continued grinding himself against Axel's abdomen, desperate not to stop. He wanted even more, he needed more - Roxas thought he might explode if he couldn't get it.

Each moan he could hear from Axel, each shudder he felt through the body beneath him sent him wild. Roxas waited for the man to finish repositioning himself; one hand went for the man's arm, the other tangled itself in his hair. Panting and out of breath the blond said, "I. . . want you. . . inside me."

“Working on it,” Axel managed to get out with a smirk. Any laugh he may have tried failed to get out between pants. Roxas biting at his skin felt so good; he’d missed that. He was biting hard, the slight pain making everything feel that much better. He pushed back into the hand in his hair and held onto his hips tightly as he pressed up. “A-ah..fuck..”

He slipped in, it wasn’t as easy as he remembered. He had to slow down for him to adjust before he could slip in fully. “Ah-hh,” he panted onto the other’s face, his expression changing back into something akin to his normal smirk. It didn’t hold the same sarcasm when his chest was heaving as much as it was.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked thrusting up sharply, staring at Roxas’s face for the reaction. It had been so long since he’d done this, it was hard to keep himself from going full throttle right away. He gripped Roxas’s ass again, kneading and helping lift him as he moved.

Roxas had to struggle with himself to remain calm. This was it, and his friend was just about to penetrate him. The blond really had no idea what to expect out of this, or what he was about to feel. The unknown scared him and yet it excited him at the same time.

Oh god, there it was; the moment they'd both been waiting for. The very second Axel slipped in, Roxas tensed up. He could feel the head of Axel's penis inside him - it was hard, hot and uncomfortable. The blond's face was contorted in Axel's shoulder, teeth clenching even harder on his skin totally forgetting that it was even there. Roxas tightened his hands, digging nails into Axel's arms and pulling at his hair.

He moaned as he finally let go of Axel's skin. Roxas needed to breathe; he'd become so tense that it wasn't coming. The next sound he made almost sounded liked a whine as he tried his best to relax. He fell in a slump on top of Axel, leaning all of his weight into the redhead for a moment. When he finally thought he was ready, he leaned back, supporting himself again.

The blond was just about to nod his reply to Axel when the redhead thrust himself deep inside of him. Roxas threw his head back, arching, toes curling and fingernails digging. "A-Ahhh!" he shouted, his breath hitching in his throat and echoing in the empty club.

Axel groaned, head thrown back on the couch at everything. It felt like Roxas was everywhere. Not just the warmth around him, but his teeth and nails. His entire body was moving in waves trying to feel everything at once. The area Roxas had bitten still stung as well as each new scratch. Axel always liked some pain, but when he was in the other boy, Roxas could do whatever he wanted and it would only feel good.

“Ugh-hh,” Axel’s much softer shout accompanied Rox’s. The echoes and fresh groans and curses mingled together until it was impossible to tell which was which, not that it mattered right then. Axel lifted his head up, causing the hand in his hair to pull harder, so he could watch Roxas arch in his lap.

It was too tempting, and with no reason not to Axel reached forward even more to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the captured flesh. He nibbled and sucked at random, getting harder when one of the other sensations became too much.

His hands kept their grip and pace with his hips; lifting and dropping with each thrust upward. He planted his feet on the ground to give more leverage and help his movements; anything that would let him do this forever.

Lifting his head, Roxas tried to regain his composure; or, at least, regain any of his mind. It was proving to be increasingly difficult as the man under him continued thrusting up, creating a rhythm inside of the blond. There was so much to take in, and Roxas' mind was having an incredibly hard time actually organizing it all. Sensation was just surging through him and that's all he knew.

Oh god, Axel was making those noises. The noises that Roxas loved to hear and he wanted more of them. He opened his eyes to see Axel's throat exposed as his head rested on the back of the couch. From this angle, Roxas could see his face; expression totally lost in sensation. It was so hot, and Roxas couldn't help himself. He brought his hand up to the redhead's face and brushed the pads of his fingertips along the slightly wet skin of his cheek.

"G-god," Roxas moaned as he pressed himself harder into Axel's thrust. He could feel the man pushing and dragging, up and down, going wild. Roxas lifted himself up until it was just the head of Axel's member inside of him and then shoved his hips down. He cried out, still thrusting himself into Axel's rhythm. He wanted Axel deeper inside of him, and he couldn't get enough.

Roxas dug both of his hands deep in the redhead's dampening hair as it moved closer to his chest. Damn, that wet tongue on his nipple felt so good - but teeth felt even better. Any pain that he would have normally felt from this, his brain was translating into pleasure, and oh fuck it was good.

At this new angle Axel had created, Roxas could find just the perfect way to move his hips. Oh god, Axel's thrusts had increased in strength and Roxas was only getting harder. He switched the motions of his hips into a circular pattern, up and down on Axel yet he could also thrust forward. Roxas moaned as his hard cock came in contact with Axel's belly, wet with pre-cum.

Axel would have laughed if he had any brain function left for that. Roxas could blush and play virgin all he wanted; no virgin knew how to bounce like that their first time. Best of both worlds, Axel got all the cuteness of him blushing and the experience of what to do; he could live with that.

Axel stopped trying to lead Roxas’s hips with his hands, he was doing a fine job of that himself. He let them move all over his backside, never straying higher than his mid back. He had to let go of his chest when Roxas started moving in a circle. “Fuck Rox…” he breathed out. His fingers gripped harder as he matched his pace.
He felt Roxas pressing against his stomach. Damn that was hot. Silky, and wet, and tickling his skin with each movement. He stared up at Roxas’s face, he felt close and he wanted to watch when it happened.

He smirked at him, and thrust hard a few times teasingly. Even this far gone he could still be an ass, but only for a second. His face resumed it’s look of intense concentration as he resumed his original pace.

Damn, that felt so good. He wrapped his arms around Axel and pulled the man closer, trapping his erect member between them and thrusting his hips hard. His nails dug deep into Axel's back, trying to get him to press himself even closer. Roxas was beginning to get frustrated; it was like he kept wanting more, but he just couldn't get enough.

Roxas was losing it. He was building up and he almost felt like he was going to explode. It felt so wonderful and the anticipation was delightfully harsh. He continued rubbing himself against Axel's stomach, feeling the hard muscle there against his throbbing cock.

His head fell forward, and he rested it on Axel's forehead as best as he could, moving as he were. His breathing was hot and erratic against Axel's face as the redhead thrust harder into him. Roxas moaned again as he picked up his own pace, thrusting his hips with all his strength.

"A-Axel," he moaned. Axel was hitting him in all the right places inside and it was pure bliss. Roxas closed his eyes as his vision became clouded with stars, and for the next few thrusts he didn't do anything but feel. He groaned loudly as he finally got his release. He came all over Axel's stomach and chest, and continued thrusting, coating the redhead with as much of it as he could.

Axel groaned at the feeling of the nails in his back; that was going to show tomorrow. He let the insistent hands pull him forward, pressing himself against him as much as he could. His head was bowed when Roxas fell on his forehead. His eyes flicked up to look at his panting face, it was so hot, especially from this close.

He smirked at him, his pants mingling with his own. He bit at his lips, stopping just short of them but still breathing hotly on his lips. The smirk left his face when Roxas increased his pace. He closed his eyes and gasped, breaths coming short and fast as he focused entirely on the feelings.

He brought his arms up to wrap around Roxas’s back and squeeze them closer together when he came. “Ahh- fuck.. Rox,” he murmured, feeling the sticky liquid shoot up his chest. “You’re so hot,” he groaned into his ear, rubbing his hands down his back.

With his arms holding him in place Axel thrust hard inside him wanting to join Roxas in ecstasy. In what felt like an eternity and no time at all he was throwing his head and tensing before going completely slack. “mmm,” he leaned back, eyes barely open as he stared up at Roxas.

Roxas was rapidly losing his energy, and was slowly becoming more and more aware of his surroundings. He watched Axel as he came inside of him. The redhead looked so smug and content, and Roxas couldn't help himself when he smiled.

A sweat drop fell down the side of his face, and he became aware of the disgusting state he was in. At this moment, though, he was far too tired to care. He shifted slightly and leaned into Axel, letting the redhead support his weight. Roxas panted loudly into Axel's ear as he slowly began to catch his breath. He just felt exhausted, and it surprised him how much this was so.

"'M tired," the blond told Axel. In fact, he could fall asleep right here. Roxas wasn't even sure he'd be able to move if he had to, for whatever reason. All he cared about right now was relaxing, and preferably with Axel nearby - if not even still inside him.

Axel breathed heavily trying to catch his breath again; it was starting to even out again. He smiled back at Roxas, and caught him when he fell forward. He stroked his back lazily, too tired himself to do much more.

“Rox-as,” he crooned teasingly at him. “Did I tire you out that much?” This was the second time he was falling asleep on him right after they did something. He wasn’t sure he wanted to let him. If nothing else they should clean up; Axel had some noticeable white streaks on his chest and with how Roxas was leaning on him he was sure to have some too.

His hands drifted down to a position to lift Roxas just enough for him to slip out. An involuntary noise of protest slipped out at the feel of the much colder outside air. His breathing was almost back to normal, but he a few more pants fell across Roxas’s ear. They were followed by his lips, teasing the earlobe and moving down his chin; just because it was there. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet…”

Roxas didn't answer the first question with words. Instead, he replied with a long, soft sigh which came from deep within his chest. And it really didn't help, with the way Axel was holding him, the way he was touching him and the way he was speaking to him.

Axel wouldn't be the only one who'd make a sound of protest. Roxas groaned, annoyed, when Axel began making efforts to move. He huffed a sigh. He didn't want to move, but oh well.

The blond relaxed when the redhead's tongue found his skin. He returned the favor, planting a long, sloppy kiss filled with tongue on Axel's cheek. He tasted so salty, and Roxas liked the taste. Migrating, he trailed his kisses to Axel's lips, which tasted just as salty as the rest of him.

"Fine," Roxas replied to Axel with a sigh.

Axel returned the kiss, and gave Roxas another small one, and another, and a slightly longer one before pulling back. “Don’t give me that,” he told him in response to the sigh. He wanted to just curl up with Roxas and sleep for awhile…maybe go again when they woke up. But he was too aware of they’re environment; naked, on a couch in an empty club, and dirty.

He pulled Roxas into another kiss; back to the problem of he was there, and he had very little self control. “We should clean up,” he said in between pressing their lips together. It didn’t come out quite as leading as it was supposed to because of that

He made himself pull back and lean against the couch so he could see Roxas’s face. “Feeling better?” he asked, the sincerity of the question hidden behind a smirk.

"What's the fun in cleaning up?" Roxas snorted. He didn't want to move right now, much less clean. Although he knew that he was in a disgusting dirty state, and he knew that he'd care later, he didn't mind right now. Sitting around was his priority. The blond pouted and said, "I'm not moving."

Roxas sighed. Why was Axel so ready to get up anyway? Was he always this active? Personally, Roxas much preferred lazing about and doing nothing; which happened quite often with the blond. And he wasn't about to let the redhead change that.

"Uhm." Axel's question was kind of odd, and Roxas didn't know how to respond. It only made him more aware of the way he was acting, and he couldn't help but blush furiously. ". . . Yeah."

Axel chuckled at Roxas’s whine. Fine, if he didn’t want to get clean right now, Axel could live with that. He had been thinking mostly about him, but the mess wouldn’t be annoying until later. That was later. Now, there was an adorable pouting naked blonde on his lap.

“Fine,” he said, “we won’t do that yet.” Roxas always won when he pouted; it was a well known fact. “But…you are moving.” That was the only warning before he’d flipped them to be lying on the couch; Roxas pressed on the cushions and Axel half on top half to the side. Just because Roxas won didn’t mean Axel still couldn’t be a jerk.

He kissed his forehead and gathered him into his arms, curling up next to him. He could have kept moving if he needed to, but in this position he let himself get drowsy too. He was sure there was going to be all kinds of hell to pay later, for now he might as well enjoy it.

At first, Roxas smiled because he'd won; but then when Axel had said that he was going to be moving, his smile faded just as quickly as it had come. The blond was about to voice his objection, but he had no time. He squeaked slightly as Axel moved him into a different position on the couch.

Oh, Roxas thought as he found himself laying down now, with Axel partially on top of him. That was fine, if that was all the moving there was to be doing.

He sighed contentedly as Axel kissed him on the forehead. It felt a bit strange to be like this; so close to someone, wanting them and being wanted. But it wasn't uncomfortable. The old part of him left him with the feeling like he had missed this, and it made him feel especially warm. He snuggled up to Axel as the man wrapped his arms around him and he dug his face into the crook of the redhead's neck. Now he definitely didn't want to get up.