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Regrettably, Roxas had only one social plan for Halloween. Ordinarily, he and his friends would hang out together for the night, but this year, they were a part of putting together a haunted attraction, meanwhile he had been unusually busy for the month, so he hadn’t been able to help out at all.
The benefit was that he got to experience the attraction authentically for himself.
He wasn’t about to go out on Halloween night dressed in his regular street clothes, even if he hadn’t had time to pull together a brand new costume. He still had a long cape with a blood-red clasp from some old costume in the back of his closet, so he put it on top of a nice off-shoulder, floor-length dress with lace details that he almost never found the chance to wear as well as some nice black ankle boots, and he was satisfied to look suitably vampiric. The walk to the attraction would be chilly in this costume, but it was worth it for the aesthetic.
He’d managed to pick up a few scraps of previews from his friends, a prop or picture of makeup inspiration, and they had excitedly told him about the unique “trick or treating” presentation of the haunt. The only things he was genuinely nervous about was that Seifer had forced his and his friends’ way in to be involved, to make sure everything was “above board,” of course, whatever that meant, and that there were two complete strangers to him involved. Hell, even Seifer he could manage, he was used to him, but the other two, some acquaintances of Naminé’s from something, that level of unknown was the most nerve-wracking in anticipation.
“Come ‘Trick Or Treat’ if you DARE!” read the sign above the admission prices. Roxas’ friends had snuck him a free ticket, so he took it from his pocket to wave at the person manning the door, and he was pointed through a hall to an open waiting area, some rental hall with temporary walls cutting the space up. He entered just in time to hear a low ringing chime and watch a visibly nervous and excited pair, tightly clutching each other’s arms, being given a tote bag by an actor and being pointed towards a front door which they knocked at and were given entrance to.
This visible section of the room was decorated like the exterior of an ominous house, the dividing wall decorated partially in decrepit wooden siding and the rest with rickety fencing. A fake bare tree stood twisted next to the door, a couple creatures with eyes of blinking lights sitting among the branches. Quiet nighttime ambient noise with animal squeaks and hoots echoed around. One of the actors began to lean against the crooked mailbox before looking around the room and, upon seeing Roxas, got back up with a grin and a wave. “Hey, Roxas!”
“Hey, Pence!” Roxas called back and came over, smiling. “You okay there, bud?” he asked teasingly, pointing at the axe wound on Pence’s head.
Pence laughed and reached up to tenderly pat the axe sticking out of his hair. “Oh, this? I got stuck in the middle of a fight between Hayner and Seifer earlier, don’t worry about it.” They both laughed. Pence was otherwise painted a dead, zombie grey and wearing tattered and dirty clothes, all of him generously sprinkled and dripping with blood. Still standing by the door and ignoring them, Fuu was costumed similarly. Muffled screams began to be audible from beyond the wall.
“Glad you could show up,” Pence said, clearly used to the noise. “We’re gonna have to make some plans for next month to make up for you missing out on all the hanging out!”
Shrugging, Roxas felt himself grimace slightly. “Not your fault I was busy.” He gave a slight wave of his head and smiled again. “Maybe I’ll plan a horror movie night to get back at you guys.”
Pence grinned and nodded. “If you wanna bite the planning bullet, I’d bet we’re all in!” He nodded towards Roxas’ dress “Are you going anywhere else after this?”
Roxas chuckled. “Nah, I’m only here to support you guys. Once I’ve gone through and said hi to everyone, I’m heading home to watch some movies alone and gorge myself on candy.”
Snickering, Pence gestured at him up and down. “So you got dressed up just for this?”
Roxas shrugged and held up his cape dramatically. “Well, I can’t be out in public today wearing the usual!”
Pence laughed again. “Of all people, I’d believe you just casually have a vampire cape and dress to match just laying around. You’ll fit right in with Axel and Saïx’s room!”
“Great.” Roxas let go of his cape and flicked it smooth. “Hopefully that’ll make this weird first meeting less awkward.”
“Aw, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Saïx is pretty intimidating, but Axel’s a chill guy. A bit intense when he gets in character, but who isn’t?”
“Hm, speaking of…” Roxas glanced back when he heard a group of teenagers clustered together behind him, whispering to each other and giggling and looking around.
“Right. You’re next, so, y’know, have fun. You know the rules.” Pence flashed a smile and wink then rolled his shoulders once before letting his arms and neck go slack and shambling towards the group, asking, “Tickets?” in a long, hoarse moan.
Hearing the group give a couple squeaks and squeals of distress, Roxas smiled to himself and stepped closer to the dark hallway of the entrance. Fuu’s expression was as intense and unreadable as Roxas had ever seen, making her highly recognizable even under her makeup. She regarded him coldly, and he imagined that someone who was unfamiliar with her stares would get a shiver up their spine from that alone, then she looked at the spiderweb-coated clock on the wall beside her, and a few seconds later, it gave an ominous, low, hollow ringing and Fuu looked at Roxas again. “Your turn,” she said in a monotone voice that raised the hairs on his arms and held out a rough Jack-o-lantern faced tote bag.
Taking it, Roxas put on a casual smile to try to hide his already amplified nerves and nodded and walked to the door which had a peephole dripping a brownish liquid down over the numbers “666.” Holding his shoulders straight and ignoring his pounding heart, Roxas lifted his hand, knocked at the door, and said, “Trick or treat.”
The door was opened by a girl with dark, hollow black circles around her eyes and over-painted pink cheeks and lips and her hair curled in ringlets. Her eyes lit up in recognition when she looked up at his face. “I have candy inside. Will you play with me?” she asked in an eerie whisper, and, before he could respond, she urgently gripped his arm and pulled him inside, closing the door behind them.
“Uh, hey, Olette,” he greeted with a breathless chuckle, and she gave a grin. It took him a second for his eyes to adjust to the different light and identify the ancient-looking, moldering floral wallpaper and wooden furniture.
“I’ll give you a treat if you play a game with me,” Olette continued, pointing at the back door of the room, almost swallowed by the shadows, beside which was a table holding a flowery bowl full of mini chocolate bars, barely visible. “Want to play hide and seek with me and my dollies?”
Swallowing hard, Roxas looked at the wall behind her and the shelf full of dolls, all artfully worn, from Barbies to hand-made rag dolls to a couple of genuinely frightening, staring porcelain baby dolls. He quickly cleared his throat and looked around at the darkness and barren furniture. “Okay, but where will I hide?”
“If I tell you, it wouldn’t be fair, would it?” Olette giggled in an unnerving way he’d never heard from her before. “I’ll count to ten, and if I find you…” Her eyes went wide, with a convincing mania. “You’ll have to play with me forever. Ten…”
Roxas jumped at the sound of rustling in the dark corner and looked as a table lamp flickered next to a slumped figure.
“Nine…”
His heart pounded as the figure moaned and moved. She was wearing a doll-like wig and doll-like pink makeup like Olette except with blood dripping from her eyes, but he was still able to recognize Xion when she lifted her face.
“Eight…”
“Run…” Xion moaned, lifting her arms. She wore a big, poofy skirt, but there were big, bloody scars around her wrists and elbows and neck, like the joints of a doll.
“Seven! Six!” He glanced at Olette who was grinning wildly.
“Run!” Xion cried, falling forward from her chair and pointing at the back door.
“Five, four, three!”
“Jesus, you guys are terrifying!” Roxas had to admit, a smile of pure fear stuck on his face as he rushed towards the door.
“Two! One!” Olette squealed, as Xion simultaneously wept, “Run!”
The moment he got outside, the door slammed shut behind him and fists pounded against it. “Why won’t you play with me?” Olette wailed behind the door.
Roxas laughed to release the stress before looking around. He was in a room the size of a closet with the door behind him, and another stained door labeled with the number 13 in front of him. A sign next to the door read, “Need more candy? Keep trying!” As he thought about it, he figured he probably could’ve grabbed a chocolate bar on his way out, but it was too late now. Using the energy of adrenaline, Roxas took a deep breath and stepped forward to knock again. “Trick or treat,” he said with all the confidence he could muster.
“You’re just in time,” a voice croaked as the door creaked open.
Roxas couldn’t help but relax with a sigh as he grinned at the sight of Hayner, made up all messy with a rust-stained lab coat. “Oh, good, it’s just you.”
Hayner looked him in the eyes then smirked. “Come in, come in, help me with my experiment, and I’ll give you a sweet reward.”
“Hm, yeah, I bet.” Though he couldn’t entirely stop his heart from racing, someone he could mock relentlessly trying to scare him was comforting in a way.
There wasn’t a single surprise in this room, much better lit than the previous one, all metal and glass and rust, decked out with beakers full of colourful liquid and flickering wires and lights with a wall of rusty-looking tools. There were a couple human-sized cages partially covered in tattered sheets behind which was the sound of rattling chains, and Roxas couldn’t tell who or what was inside. Next to the far door was a shiny bowl with neon green candy wrapped in cellophane.
“My experiment is almost complete,” Hayner continued with a creepy chuckle, hunched over as he walked to the stained wooden table and gestured to Roxas to come towards a large red button.
“Mmh-hm.” Roxas crossed his arms as he looked around as casually as he could manage. “So, Olette and Xion had no mercy in the first room, but are you going to give me the time of day?”
Hayner hesitated just a moment before laughing normally. “C’mon, I’m on the clock!” He gave Roxas’ arm a playful punch. “But I’m glad you could come.” He looked to the back door with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll warn you, Seifer’s a couple rooms down. His room’s cannibal themed, and he’ll start yelling and come at you with a fake machete, so don’t embarrass yourself, alright?”
Roxas grinned and gave a thumbs up. “Thanks for the warning.”
“No problem, if he gets to you, he’s never going to let it go, and I can’t let that happen.”
Above the rattling chain noises, someone cleared their throat from inside one of the cages.
“So, you going somewhere when you’re done here? That’s a nice dress,” Hayner continued, nodding at Roxas’ outfit.
“Nah, I just wanted to dress up. Everyone I know is here, so I’m just gonna go home for movies and candy.”
“Nice, have some extra chocolate for me.”
“Ah- hem!” came the voice inside the cage.
Roxas and Hayner both snickered, and Hayner shrugged when Roxas raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me, gonna have to rush you through to the next room.” Hayner dramatically cleared his throat then hunched over again and gave Roxas a buggy-eyed look and pointed to the button. “I’ll give you the honor! Nay, the privilege!”
“Oh, wow, amazing!” Roxas grinned and held back a snicker as he stepped up to the table and placed his hand above the button.
Hayner hurried around him and flipped a couple levers which turned on more flashing lights and crackling electric noises, and the curtains in the cages began to rustle.
“With a mere press of the button, my creation will be complete, yada yada, push the button, Igor!”
Snickering, Roxas raised the remote. “Yes, Master!” Roxas croaked and gave the button a good slap, at which the curtains of one of the cages dropped, and a hulking figure in a distorted, stitched, and scarred mask lunged at the bars with a roar, and the cage door rattled.
“Ah!” Roxas gave a fake, flat scream and flailed his arms in the air as he walked towards the back door.
“It’s alive!” Hayner looked up and waved his hands at the ceiling. “Begone before he escapes! And take some candy with you! They’re really sour, so I don’t want to eat them!”
“See ya!” Roxas grabbed a handful of the candy and stuffed them in his tote bag as he pushed open the door and stepped into the next dark closet.
Just before the door closed behind him, he heard a deep, muffled voice say, “Dude, really?” and he had to chuckle.
This in-between room made him turn ninety degrees to the next door, giving him an idea of how the rooms must be in a serpentine path to fill the hall efficiently. Feeling refreshed, he stepped up to the next door, this one faded and unnumbered, and knocked. “Trick or treat!”
The door swung open fast enough he jumped in surprise, and the unmistakable pale white figure of Naminé stood on the other side, staring at him, in a long, tattered white dress with her face painted a deathly white. There had to be a fan somewhere inside the way a cold breeze gave Roxas goosebumps and the tatters of Naminé’s dress drifted in the air. “Join me,” she whispered, smiling a bit when she met his eyes.
“Thank you.” Though his heart was speeding up again, Roxas stepped inside, and the door swung shut behind him without Naminé moving a muscle. “Chilly in here,” he remarked, slightly regretting again how his collarbones and arms were exposed in this dress.
“Is it? I don’t feel anything…” Naminé said with a dreamy, absent air. He was unsurprised how well she drifted across the room without a sound, as if she was floating. “Come, have some candy. Stay with me a while.”
The cold breeze was raising the hairs on the back of his neck under his cape, and Roxas wandered over to the bowl of packaged ghost-shaped marshmallows. “Aw, cute,” he remarked as he picked one up and dropped it in his bag.
“You should have something sweet for your last meal…”
Roxas realized suddenly that the noise in the room was more than just the whisper of the wind, there were actual whispering voices coming from all around the room, and he tried to see if he could spot the speakers in the shadows to ignore the crawling shiver down his spine.
The room was pale but made even moreso with the thick layer of dust and cobwebs over everything, giving the effect that nothing had been touched in decades. It made Roxas all the more uncomfortable how well it suited his pale friend.
“It’s so lonely here, will you stay with me? I’ve been so alone for so long… Ever since he left me…”
Gulping, Roxas looked at her again and did his best to smile. “Who hurt you, huh? I’ll kick his ass.”
She clasped her hands in front of her chest with a vacant smile. “Oh, no one’s ever been so kind to me! Please stay with me!”
“Aw, I’d love to, but you know I’ve gotta move on so you can scare the next people.”
Her eyes went round. “No, no, no! You can’t leave! Then I’ll be all alone again…”
Feeling genuinely guilty by how hurt she looked, Roxas grimaced a bit. “Sorry, I’ll text you later, alright?”
Crestfallen, Naminé turned away from him and drifted towards the front door, drawing Roxas’ attention suddenly to the one shock of vibrant colour in the room, a “body” on the floor, partially covered in a bloody sheet, surrounded by a pool of blood, with only the legs poking out wearing the same dress as Naminé. “You can’t leave,” she whispered, and Roxas felt another shiver crawl up his spine. “I’ll make you feel like I felt.” She turned towards him and lifted her hands like claws at him. “Then you can stay with me forever.”
“Is this the part I run?” Roxas chuckled breathlessly.
Naminé’s face flickered with a smile before she gave a long wail. “Stay with me!” she cried and began drifting towards him.
Roxas began backing towards the door. “No thanks! See you later, Naminé!”
“Stay!” she wailed again and began to run at him, so Roxas quickly pivoted to run to the door.
It swung open under his hands then swung shut, and he paused to take another calming breath and regard the next door, this one splattered with red and bearing the number 4. “Alright, Seifer’s gotta be in this one or the next,” Roxas mumbled to himself, tensing slightly to brace himself then knocked. “Trick or treat!”
Sure enough, the scarred and bloody face that opened the door showed a flicker of disdain. “You’re just in time for dinner,” he growled, stepping back and opening the door wider.
“How original,” Roxas remarked, stepping inside without looking at Seifer, analyzing the body parts hanging from hooks chained to the ceiling, low enough to discourage walking through them, creating a bloody corridor through the room. He could see the far door through the various limbs and chains if he wanted to push through them, but decided to play along and follow the path. “You have plenty of finger food, I see.”
“Hilarious,” Seifer mumbled from somewhere behind him, and Roxas glanced over his shoulder to see that Seifer had managed to disappear into the forest of limbs and bloody curtains.
His hair stood on end when he heard the scrape of metal from somewhere else in the room, partially affected by the general atmosphere, partially genuinely a little worried that Seifer would “accidentally” hurt him with whatever prop he had.
He couldn’t help but flinch when he passed a side door, and a light flickered on over a cramped kitchen tableau as he heard a loud moan of pain then a meaty thump, and he looked in time to see a pair of bloody legs jump on the table as if just chopped from their body. There was a selection of bloody cleavers and carving knives on the wall, and the fridge that Roxas would have to say looked more than a little fake was leaking blood. “No stove, I see. Like your meat raw?” he asked, raising his voice slightly but not bothering to look around to try to find Seifer. He’d jump out when he was good and ready to, and Roxas knew he just had to be prepared.
There was no sound but the ambient noises of clinking chains and dripping blood and low moaning, and Roxas had the nagging suspicion that Seifer ordinarily had more lines to menace the guests, but he was staying silent so he could sneak up to really scare Roxas. The noises being played in the room drowned out whatever sounds Seifer’s creeping around could make. When he had a straight run to the door, Roxas paused to look around for a second then look at the steel bowl that seemed to have caramels in it then looked at his bag. Despite himself, he was tense, and he could almost feel the blood pounding in his ears, ready to dodge whatever Seifer threw at him. “So, is this it? Can I leave? How long do I have to wait for you to jump out at me?”
“Now!” came a roar behind him, and he instantly flinched and ducked his head, feeling something graze past his hair. He jumped a step forward for space, but his cape went taut and tight against his throat, yanking him to a stop. With a grunt of surprise and discomfort, he grabbed for the clasp, freeing himself in time to look back and jump away from the swing of Seifer’s plastic machete.
Roxas winced at rubbery limbs slapping against his head and bare arms and scowled at Seifer. “What’s wrong with you?” he snapped.
Seifer smirked and hefted his machete menacingly. “Having you for dinner, blah blah blah. Having fun yet?”
Rolling his eyes, Roxas looked to see that a hole in the hem of his cape had been stuck on a hook. “Not since stepping in this room.” Keeping an eye on Seifer, heart still pounding in anticipation, he crouched to pick up his cape and shake it loose and stepped out of the hanging body parts.
“Well, I’ll have the time of my life chopping you up!” Seifer lunged, and Roxas jumped back again, narrowly dodging another swing.
“I don’t think actually hitting people is part of your job, jackass!”
“I’ll make an exception,” Seifer sneered and ran at Roxas, and Roxas turned and ran to the door, throwing it open then slamming it shut behind him. Immediately, he heard Seifer laughing, not an in-character evil laugh, just a genuine smug laugh.
Huffing, Roxas rolled his eyes and draped his cape over his arm and stepped forward to knock on the next door, eager to get away, heart pounding in his ears. “What an asshole,” he muttered. It took him a second before he collected himself enough to say, “Trick or treat,” at which the door immediately swung open.
“Welcome!”
Roxas inhaled sharply in surprise as he looked up, up the slender, shadowy figure in front of him to the pale white face smiling slyly down at him, framed by flame-like red hair, a glimpse of gleaming long fangs in his mouth.
“What a pretty little lamb to come knocking at my door. Come in, come in! I’m sure I have something to sate your hunger…”
It took Roxas another second to process that this had to be Axel as he gulped and stepped into the room. He kept his eyes on the man, trying to get a good look at him in the dim light. “You must be Axel, right?”
“Huh?” The man faltered, suave character falling away as he frowned slightly and cocked his head. “You… Are you Roxas?”
Roxas felt himself smile a little as he nodded. “Yep.”
Axel’s eyes lit up. “Ah! Your friends told us about you!” His head lolled lazily to the side as he looked Roxas up and down and a smirk came to his lips. “They failed to tell me what a beauty you are.”
Heat flushed Roxas’ face, and his heart seemed to redouble its racing. “Oh, um, thanks. They didn’t tell me you’re a flirt.” He bit his lip as he looked away for a second, hoping his blush wasn’t too visible.
“None of them came unwitting into my lair looking like this.” Axel seemed to half-bow, half-lean in close to Roxas’ face.
Face burning, Roxas shyly looked away again, staring at the dark curtained wall. “Are you supposed to be a scary vampire or a sexy vampire?”
“I like to think I find the balance.” Smiting and biting his lip, Roxas looked at Axel again, and Axel grinned. “So, what brings you here? Just making us break character?”
Clearing his throat, Roxas tried to casually shrug. “I wanted to see for myself what my friends have been up to here. We usually spend Halloween together, but, since they’re busy this year, I came to bug them.”
Axel straightened back up again, staring intensely down at him. “Any other plans tonight?”
Roxas had to chuckle. “Why is everyone asking that? No, I’m going straight home to watch movies all by myself.”
“Well, I wanted to ask to know whether you’re busy or if I can steal you for a bite.” Grin widening, Axel parted his jaws to run his tongue over his long canines.
Biting his lip, Roxas snickered. “Maybe I was wrong and you’re actually a bad joke vampire.”
“What’s the point of being a vampire if you can’t make puns about it?” Axel laughed and swept closer, eyes fixed just below Roxas’ face, making Roxas’ heart pound all the harder as he became aware of his bare neck and shoulders.
Though his breath was caught in his throat, Roxas gulped and squeezed his cape and bag in his hands. “Should I be afraid right now?” he whispered.
Axel grinned and met his eyes again. “Don’t worry, I can be gentle.”
Roxas smirked again. “What, exactly, are you proposing, Mister Vampire?”
Axel lifted a hand, and Roxas stopped breathing again as it came towards him to brush his cheek. Roxas couldn’t help but shiver, staring in awe up into Axel’s eyes at the gentle touch. Is this really happening? he wondered. Here? Really? How?
“Well…” Roxas almost relaxed when Axel spoke again, but the tension refused to leave when he trailed off. Axel licked his lips, still grinning, seeming both aware of and pleased by the effect he was having. “I hope it’s not too forward to say that this room is attached to a storage room, a nice private one, no other entrances, and from what kind things your friends have said about you and what I’ve seen with my own eyes, I’d like to…get to know you better.”
Roxas exhaled heavily, dizzy, mesmerized by Axel’s eyes. He felt his lips moving, but no sound came out for a minute. Axel was so close, Roxas just wanted to draw even closer to feel for Axel’s body in the darkness. “What a temptation,” he managed to mutter, unsure how else he could possibly respond. Did he want to? Yes. Should he? “Aren’t, uh…aren’t you supposed to be working?”
Axel gave a wry sort of smile and rolled his eyes. “Technically. But…” He softly pressed his palm to Roxas’ cheek. “Some things are worth breaking the rules for, don’t you think?”
“Hm.” Shaking softly, Roxas lifted a hand to touch Axel’s chest, feeling a little thrill of excitement. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing, so is this worth breaking that rule for?”
Axel cocked an eyebrow. “I can sell myself, if that’s what you need.” He grinned to show off his fangs once more. “I can promise you the greatest pleasure when I sink into you.” Roxas bit his lip and couldn’t help but giggle. “I can suck you dry.”
Despite himself, Roxas snorted in laughter and shook his head. “Wow. Sexy.” He took a shaky breath as he slid his hand up Axel’s chest. “But you do have me…intrigued.”
“Shall I show you to the storage closet, then?”
Roxas chuckled again, then a door opened behind him, making his gasp and jump, bumping into Axel as he turned to look.
A coffin on the wall had swung open, and a man with wild blue hair and full yellow contacts and monstrous makeup stepped out. “Are you really doing this now?” he asked dryly despite slurring slightly from the oversized sharp teeth filling his mouth, seeming to stare at Axel.
Roxas flushed in embarrassment, then Axel put one arm over his shoulders and chuckled. “If Roxas wants to…” His other hand touched Roxas’ chin, tilting his face up until their eyes met again. “What do you say? Saïx will man the room for me, and we can get to know each other and have some fun.”
This close, he smelled oddly warm, like spice and cinnamon and musk. Roxas didn’t want to pull away. He felt a smile pulling back across his face. “Why not? I have nothing better to do.”
Axel laughed and squeezed his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t regret it…” He let go of Roxas’ chin to gesture towards a curtain on the wall while Saïx came out of the coffin and closed it.
“Get out of sight before someone else shows up,” Saïx grumbled.
“Don’t rush me,” Axel purred, continuing to stare into Roxas’ eyes. “We’ve got time. No one’s gonna see us.”
Roxas couldn’t look directly at Saïx, suddenly conscious that he should be embarrassed in front of this complete stranger, but he stayed under Axel’s arm where he felt somewhat protected from judgement when Axel finally looked away from him to lead the way to the curtain and swept it open, revealing the door behind, and pushed it open. “Blood bags first,” he teased, and Roxas had to laugh as he went inside.
“You really enjoy getting in character, don’t you?”
“Wouldn’t join a haunted attraction if I wasn’t going to have fun with it.” Axel closed the door and leaned back against it when Roxas looked at him again. “There. Just you and me now…”
Roxas bit his lip and looked down, fidgeting with his cape still draped over one arm. He felt silly just standing there but was unsure what he should do, and looked around at the spare decorations and folding furniture sprawled about the room. “So, uh…what did you have in mind? Am I getting a trick or a treat?”
“How about both?” Axel whispered, stepping closer and pulling Roxas’ cape and bag out of his hold and absently tossing them on top of a box, tilting Roxas’ face back up with a palm cupping his cheek, practically snatching Roxas’ breath away. “I’ll take good care of you. I just hope you don’t mind getting a bit of makeup and blood on you.”
“As, uh, as long as you make it worth it,” Roxas whispered, unsure what to do with his hands now, so he tentatively put them on Axel’s waist, surprised how slender he really was beneath his dark cape and suit.
Axel grinned again and stroked Roxas’ cheek with his soft, cool thumb. “Oh, I will.” He leaned down, tilted Roxas’ head back further, then seized his lips with his own.
Roxas’ couldn’t help but give a soft moan, heart pounding in his chest, trembling hands squeezing Axel’s waist to draw himself closer. While one of Axel’s hands stayed on Roxas’ face, holding him in place, the other rested lightly against Roxas’ collarbone. Roxas felt like he was burning up, making him wonder how Axel was so cool and calm and relaxed while teasing and sucking at Roxas’ lips, or if he was really just that hot under Axel’s attention.
Axel’s thumb softly rubbed his cheek as he slipped his tongue into Roxas’ mouth with a moan then pulled away. Roxas felt dizzy for a moment, panting for breath, before he looked up into Axel’s eyes that all but glowed green in the dim light. “Come on, let’s get you comfy,” Axel whispered, rubbing a finger across Roxas’ lips.
“Okay,” Roxas whimpered, too bewildered to say anything else. His eyes fluttered closed again when Axel kissed him again, and his hands gently pushed Roxas and guided him back, and Roxas held on tight to Axel’s waist as he tried not to trip over his own feet as he backed up. He grunted in surprise and broke the kiss to look back when his legs collided with something, and he saw a couch behind him.
Axel put both hands on Roxas’ shoulders and pushed him down, and he was grinning when Roxas looked back up. “Your friends like to eat lunch here,” he murmured, “now I’m going to eat you here.”
Roxas had to chuckle again despite his burning blush as he sat. “Again with the threats to eat me.” He was suddenly agonizingly aware of his cock throbbing with need and gulped and licked his lips. Axel stayed looming above him, regarding him with dangerously lustful eyes, leaving him tempted to swoon onto the couch to try to coax Axel down close to him again.
“Not a threat, a promise,” Axel purred then sank smoothly to his knees, putting his hands on Roxas’ thighs. Realizing exactly what Axel wanted to do, Roxas bit his lip and scooted to the edge of the couch, heart in his throat. “I wanna be all filled up with you.”
Roxas squirmed, shaking in anticipation, and leaned over to grip his dress in his hands, nervously starting to pull it up his legs. “Alright, I hope you’re not all bark and no bite.”
Axel laughed, squeezing Roxas’ thighs before sliding his hands down to pull up Roxas’ skirt. “You’re getting in the spirit!” He leaned in, grinning up into Roxas’ eyes as he pushed the fabric over Roxas’ knees. “You’re not allowed to complain about my puns now.” He opened his mouth and licked his lips, and Roxas suddenly remembered Axel’s fangs, but he realized that they were shorter than he’d thought before. He relaxed, reassured, assuming that they were a pain to take on and off, but as long as they were this length, they didn’t seem dangerous to be so close to his dick. Axel looked down and hummed with pleasure when he pushed Roxas’ dress up over his hips. “For now, just relax and let me take care of you.” He looked up with a cheeky smile then stuck his tongue out and leaned in to lick Roxas over his boxers, making his breath hitch. “And if you wanna grab my hair while I’m working…I’d really like that.”
“Oh…okay,” Roxas whispered, transfixed. He absently, fumbling, tried to get all the fabric and lace folded up across his belly so his view was unobstructed as Axel’s fingers slipped under the elastic of his boxers and eased it down enough to let Roxas’ cock come free, standing up into the cool air, making Roxas shiver again.
With a quiet moan, Axel took Roxas’ shaft in his hand and leaned in to suck the tip against his lips. Breath catching, Roxas tensed up, trying not to twitch and flinch and shake as Axel slowly, savouringly, took Roxas’ cock into his mouth. Pleasure tingled from between his thighs to his spine as he watched Axel’s lips glide down his shaft before moving back to the head before bobbing forward deeper each time. Axel stared up at him, watching his face with open satisfaction. Though he felt his chest tighten, self-conscious of whether his face looked weird, Roxas’ breath hitched in his throat as he watched his cock sink deeper and deeper into the slick warmth of Axel’s mouth until Axel was taking him to the base with each bob of his head. His hands were shaking as Axel’s hands stroked his thighs, then Axel suddenly leaned in, closing his eyes as he hummed with Roxas’ head in his throat, and he let go of Roxas’ thighs to grab both his hands and place them against his own head.
Roxas gulped and bit his lip as he felt Axel’s hair under his fingers, then Axel opened his eyes as he drew back slightly, sucking the tip and giving an encouraging nod as he gently squeezed Roxas’ thighs. Licking his lips before biting the lower again, Roxas took a breath through his nose then slowly pushed his fingers into Axel’s hair, rubbing against his scalp. Axel hummed again and resumed bobbing his head, lightly closing his eyes with pleasure, so Roxas felt a small surge of confidence and lightly pressed his hands against Axel’s head, enjoying feeling his smooth, easy movements with his arms.
“Fuck,” he muttered, becoming light-headed with pleasure and unconsciously tightening his hands in Axel’s hair. Axel hummed and moved his head faster in response, and Roxas trembled, legs tensing. His jaw clenched, trying to convince his body to relax, but as his hands tightened and began to squeeze Axel’s hair, Axel moved faster, harder, rougher, the soft slurping mixing with the sound of Roxas' hard breathing.
Though mesmerized by the sight of Axel’s lips wrapped around his shaft, Roxas’ head rolled back as he groaned softly and closed his eyes, trying to relax but just feeling the waves of pleasure washing through him all the more.
He snapped to attention with a gasp when a muffled shriek came through the wall, and he grasped at Axel’s hair with surprise, only for Axel to swallow him to the base and moan, sending vibrations straight through Roxas.
“Axel!” Roxas gasped, hands clenching, body arching, mind going blank, the distant screams an echo in his mind.
Axel pulled back with a soft gasp then a smirk and leaned his cheek into Roxas’ thigh. “I thought I needed to distract you from the noise outside, but I think you’re gonna cum already if I keep going…”
Roxas gasped for breath, holding desperately to Axel’s head for support, trying to breathe through the tingle of aching neglect. “Fuck…I was…” he muttered then looked back at Axel’s face. His hair was disheveled under Roxas’ hands and his makeup was smeared over Roxas’ thighs, but he still looked so cool and calm, unaffected, smirking. “Do you even have to breathe?” Roxas asked with a chuckle of amazement.
“No,” Axel teased, turning his face to lick then gently nip Roxas’ bare thigh. “Get up for a second, I’m not done with you yet.” He slid his hands off Roxas’ thighs to the floor before pushing himself to his feet, and Roxas let his hands fall to rest on his legs.
Roxas gulped as he stared up at Axel’s face, feeling thrillingly exposed under Axel’s gaze, before reluctantly getting up, nervously grabbing onto his skirt so it only partially fell over his thighs, rubbing over his hard, wet cock. “What, uh, did you have in mind?” he murmured, softly rubbing himself through the fabric.
Axel licked his lips again, staring down at Roxas’ hands. “Can I, uh…”—he lifted one hand, and Roxas looked at it only to be shocked to see ropes wrapped in Axel’s fingers—“show you a little trick?”
Roxas’ heart pounded, and his chest tightened again, but he also felt a tantalizing thrill of excitement. “What for, huh?” he breathed, grinning, pressing his hand over his cock, aching for relief.
Axel chuckled and seemed to relax a little. “Well, it’ll keep your skirt out of the way, stop you from touching yourself, and…” He smirked as he leaned his face close to Roxas’. “It’ll make sure you can’t get away from me.”
Biting his lip, Roxas chuckled, regarding the rope, and found himself nodding. “I’ve… I’ve never done anything like this before…but I’ve never gotten a blowjob from a stranger in a storage closet before either.”
Axel’s eyes seemed to light up, and he flashed a grin. “I’ll be gentle,” he purred, putting his empty hand on Roxas’ shoulder. “Turn around for me, and I’ll talk you through it.”
Almost shaking with thrilled anxiety, Roxas nodded and turned around, unsure what to do with his hands, so he just let go of his dress and let his hands lay at his sides. His eyes closed and his lips opened to breathe hard as Axel’s soft lips brushed his bare shoulder.
“Just relax,” Axel murmured against his skin, slowly hiking Roxas’ skirt back up, rolling it in his hands, and Roxas tried not to shiver as his legs then cock were exposed again. “Hold onto that for me for a sec,” Axel whispered when he got it up to Roxas’ waist, and Roxas, quietly shaking, complied. Axel continued to softly, soothingly kiss along Roxas’ shoulders as he reached in front of Roxas and brought the rope across his body. “First, I’m going to tie your dress up…” He wrapped the rope around Roxas’ waist and held it with one hand at his back then took his skirt and pulled it through in the front then the back, tying a knot to tighten the rope and hold the dress in place. “There, that takes care of your clothes.” Axel kissed Roxas’ shoulder again, then Roxas felt his lips curl into a smile before kissing his neck. “Now for the fun part.”
Axel guided Roxas’ hands behind him, and began to wrap his wrists in rope. Roxas felt his heart beating against his breastbone, feeling so thrillingly exposed and helpless with Axel’s lips at his neck while his hands were trapped increasingly tight against his back. Placing his hands over Roxas’, Axel moaned against his throat. “How do you feel?”
Roxas couldn’t help but moan, experimentally tugging at the ropes and feeling a shiver rush through them when the ropes didn’t give any slack. “G-good,” he stammered, gulping as his cock ached and throbbed with need. “Whatever you’re going to do with me…please hurry up and do it… I’m so fucking hard.”
Axel gave a low, dark chuckle and licked Roxas’ throat. “I can tell.” One of his hands grazed over Roxas’ hip to lightly cup his cock, and Roxas breathlessly moaned as Axel teasingly rubbed his palm over Roxas’ shaft with the lightest touch. “It’s okay, I’ll take good care of you.” Putting one hand on Roxas’ shoulder, Axel got in front of him then grabbed his hips as he heavily sat on the couch, pulling Roxas forward with him. He was grinning, the gleam in his eyes positively devious as he insistently guided Roxas to straddle his lap.
“Let me know if you feel any tingling or numbness, okay? We’ll get those ropes right off,” he murmured, hands going to his pants. In his hazy, lust-fuelled mind, Roxas tried to get a good look at Axel’s teeth in the dim light, trying to dismiss the hallucination that his fangs were longer than Roxas was sure they had been when Axel was between his legs, but then he found his attention drawn magnetically down to the motion of Axel’s hands, easing open his pants, pulling free his hard cock. Unable to reach down and touch it, Roxas clenched his hands into fists and arched his hips to try to rub against him.
“That’s it,” Axel purred, holding Roxas’ hips in both hands to pull him close enough their cocks touched, and Roxas bit his lip in delighted anticipation. Achingly slowly, Axel trailed his hand over Roxas’ paint-smudged thigh, grazed his fingertips along Roxas’ cock, then closed his hands around their dicks to softly squeeze them together with a sigh of pleasure.
Biting harder on his lip, Roxas impatiently arched his hips, rubbing their cocks together, and Axel chuckled and began to slowly stroke them in his hand. Roxas shivered and arched his back in pleasure. “That feels good,” he whispered, arms tense in his restraints. He was pretty sure he could feel every bump and vein on Axel’s cock as he rocked his hips and humped Axel’s lap. When he looked back at Axel’s face, he flushed to see Axel staring at his face, grinning.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Axel whispered, lifting his free hand to grip the ropes at Roxas’ wrists, holding him firstly down. He licked his lips as his eyes drifted down Roxas’ neck, hand gradually moving faster against their cocks, making Roxas breathe harder. It was increasingly hard to think, his hips moving without conscious instruction, but the longer he looked, the more he was sure that Axel’s fangs were longer. He was sure they seemed so short a minute ago, they had to be, he had just been sucking Roxas’ dick, but now they were so much longer, sharper, frightening. Axel just moaned and began to rock his hips under Roxas’. “I could eat you…”—he leaned in and pressed his face into Roxas’ neck—“right…”—he deeply inhaled and dragged his tongue up Roxas’ neck, and Roxas whimpered, confused but unable to form words—“…up!”
There was a sharp, piercing pain, and Roxas’ body went stiff and still with shock as a gasp escaped him. He winced as Axel moaned deeply and held him tighter while lapping at his throat with his tongue. Gasping again, mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words to question, to protest, Roxas tried to squirm, but his hands were utterly immobilized, and moving his hips just made his cock rub against Axel’s hot length and soft hand again. An utter confusion of sensation filled him, and he found that he couldn’t stop moving his hips in time with Axel’s hand. Now and then, he heard the soft sound of Axel gulping between the noise of his own heavy breaths. “Axel!” he managed to cry, half in pleasure, half in distress.
Axel groaned noisily against his skin and thrusted up into his hips, yanking down on the rope. Head rolling back, Roxas gave a broken moan as his body uncontrollably pushed down into Axel, feeling the razor edge of orgasm creeping closer, tension coiling tighter in his muscles. “Fuck!” he moaned, hands clenching into shaking fists, feeling the tightness around his waist as his arms pulled against the restraints. “I’m gonna cum!”
Axel released his throat with a quiet gasp then a moan. “Cum on me,” he breathed before licking at Roxas’ throat again, making him flinch.
“Fuck!” Roxas whimpered, body trembling, bucking helplessly into Axel’s hand, feeling the ridge of Axel’s cock rubbing against him. Breathless curses continued to tumble from Roxas’ lips as his thighs clenched, squeezing around Axel’s hips. Axel’s lips sealed against his neck again, and Roxas’ eyes fluttered shut as one last whimper escaped him before his hips twitched into Axel’s hand once more before his cock throbbed and released over him.
Moaning, Axel continued to stroke him, tongue probing at the wounds in his throat, and Roxas could only gasp for breath as he twitched and trembled, feeling Axel’s cock twitching against him as Roxas’ cum dripped over it. “Axel,” Roxas whispered, light-headedness sweeping through him, feeling like he was melting, struggling not to collapse into Axel’s chest.
“Ah, yeah, that’s good,” Axel murmured, moving his face back from Roxas’ skin to lean back against the couch, looking him up and down.
Struggling to breathe, Roxas watched him through half-lidded eyes, staring at Axel’s bloody teeth and sharp eyes. “Fuck yeah,” Axel groaned, giving the ropes another yank as his hips arched up from the couch and he let go of Roxas’ cock to stroke himself harder. “Look at you…” Roxas watched him lick his long fangs clean then arch his spine, panting, then give a long groan. “Roxas!” Roxas bit his lip again as he watched Axel’s seed spill over his own hand and shirt. “Fuck…”
Roxas suddenly found himself unsteady when Axel’s grip loosened on the rope, and he gasped as he fell forward into Axel’s chest with a grunt. He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath, hands squirming in the ropes. “Axel…what…?”
Gently shushing him, Axel stroked his hair then kissed the side of his head, other arm wrapping lightly around his hips. “It’s okay, Roxas. You’re perfectly safe.”
“You say that…” Roxas mumbled, squirming as much as he could, but tiredness was dragging at his body, too confused to panic even though the logical voice at the back of his head said he should.
“Relax,” Axel soothed with a purr, rubbing the back of Roxas’ neck and kissing his shoulder again. “You’re tired, aren’t you? I’ll take care of you, just let me.”
Whimpering, Roxas gulped then went limp into Axel’s embrace. Axel was right, Roxas wasn’t sure he could stand, much less run away, even if he could obey that logic nagging him through the fog in his mind. Axel’s touch was so gentle now, a part of Roxas wanted to once again convince himself he was hallucinating the fangs and the bite. “Alright,” he relented, eyes drifting shut.
He wasn’t sure how Axel did it, but he felt his hands fall free in a moment and his dress flopping down to his lap. Axel continued softly kissing his throat as he adjusted Roxas’ underwear to tuck his dick back inside. Axel’s hands went firm again, tightly gripping Roxas’ thighs and picking him up and turning him around on the couch. “You just lay down and rest for a few minutes, and I’ll get cleaned up, okay?”
“Okay,” Roxas mumbled as Axel sat him on the couch. He let himself go limp and feel the weight of his own body as Axel tenderly held his head and lowered it to the pillow propped on the arm of the couch then moved away to lift Roxas’ legs onto the cushion. Sighing softly, Roxas curled up, pulling his skirt down his legs to ward off the cool air. Axel soothingly stroked his hair for a while longer before Roxas heard him take a few steps away. It was too much, his body was positively humming with the aftershocks of exhaustingly powerful pleasure as well as something else equally tiring.
He drifted off enough that he eventually heard Axel gently say his name a couple times and stroke his cheek before leaving, but he couldn’t find the energy to even want to get up. There was a lot of silence occasionally punctured by muffled, distant shrieks and screams, at which times he’d grumble and occasionally roll over to try to block out the noise. He just wanted to sleep, but the couch wasn’t comfortable enough, and the noises were too disruptive, so he kept sleepily contemplating the gleaming of Axel’s fangs and his own blood without reaching any conclusion more complex than, That was weird.
After some time, when the screams had ceased for long enough that Roxas thought he might finally be able to sleep, he was disturbed instead by the sound of the door. His eyes fluttered open, but he was facing the back of the couch, so he sighed and closed them again and just listened.
“Jesus, what did you do to him?” After a second, Roxas recognized Saïx’s voice, no longer distorted by fake teeth.
“Nothing! He’s fine, just tired! Have a little faith in me, I’m no murderer!”
“What did you do with him that you had to take off your shirt and he’s this worn out?” Saïx demanded, voice thick with incredulity.
“Just have a little fun, I’m allowed to do that. He’s drop-dead gorgeous and apparently into me, why would I pass that up?”
Saïx sighed heavily. “And what are you going to do with him now?”
Roxas’ heart suddenly sped up with fear when Axel went silent for a minute, but he kept his eyes closed and worn body relaxed. “I mean, I’ll get him home,” Axel muttered.
“And after that? I know you don’t just fuck people you feed from, Axel.” There was an uncomfortably terse moment of quiet again. “Do you want to keep seeing him?”
Axel’s silence must have held meaning, because Saïx groaned, and Axel defensively snapped, “What’s wrong with that?”
“There’s nothing wrong, don’t you just think it’s pretty damn complicated? You know his friends, and now he knows what you are, while all you know about him is that he’s pretty or whatever!”
“Can we argue about this later?” Axel grumbled, lowering his voice. “Do you wanna wake him up by yelling at each other? Cause I don’t.”
“Fine!” Saïx sighed. “I’m getting out of here. You deal with…this.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
The room went quiet for a minute except for some shuffling noises before the door once again opened and closed, and Axel let out a heavy sigh.
Roxas exhaled quietly and relaxed again. He was still so tired and so confused, but he knew he couldn’t just disappear and sleep there all night, and Axel would come to him any minute, so he’d just lay there until Axel did.
It took another long, anxious, quiet minute before he heard Axel approaching. There was another silent pause when Axel was next to him before he felt Axel’s hand brush his hair, and he couldn’t stop himself from flinching.
He heard Axel give a single soft, breathy laugh. “You awake?”
“Mmh,” Roxas moaned an affirmative and slowly opened his eyes and turned his head. More of Axel’s makeup was smudged off, exposing more of the pale skin of his face. Roxas’ eyes flicked down and, as Saïx said, Axel wore his long cloak but no shirt.
Axel sighed softly and stroked Roxas’ forehead. “You heard all of that, didn’t you?”
Roxas flushed guiltily and looked away but had to nod. “Yeah.”
Sighing, Axel trailed his fingers across Roxas’ face then cupped his cheek. “Um… Do you want help getting home? It’s pretty late, and if you’re still tired…”
Roxas looked at the couch for a few seconds before looking up at Axel’s shy, abashed face again. “Yeah, um… That’d be nice. I walked here, so…”
Axel exhaled softly, a faint smile coming to his face as Roxas sat up with a grimace, head spinning. Gritting his teeth, Roxas tried to get to his feet, but he immediately swayed and stumbled, and Axel hastily grabbed his arms to hold him up. With a groan of discomfort, closing his eyes to shut out the spinning room, Roxas leaned into Axel’s chest and gripped his cloak. “This is your fault, so carry me,” he grumbled.
With a soft, warm chuckle, Axel let go of his arms and leaned over, hooking an arm under Roxas’ knees and the other around his waist to scoop him up off the floor. “Sorry. This, uh…this can happen.”
Snorting, Roxas smiled to himself, leaning into Axel’s embrace. “Go figure.” Gulping, he lifted a hand to lay on Axel’s chest. “So, you’re actually, like…a real vampire?”
Axel stiffened and was silent for a moment, turning to the door and pausing to pick up a bag. “Um… Yeah. I-I am.” He was quiet again for a second as he passed into the now still and silent room. “I’ve gotta sneak us out, so I can answer your questions outside, okay?”
Roxas just tiredly nodded, and Axel walked swiftly. Roxas heard doors open and close and Axel’s shuffling footsteps, but he didn’t open his eyes again until he felt the cold air of the autumn night and looked up to see Axel’s disheveled face brilliantly reflecting the pale moonlight. Axel carried him to a car before slowly, carefully setting him down and unlocking and opening the passenger door for him.
Roxas got in with a sigh and clumsily found the seatbelt to secure himself before going limp and closing his eyes again. Axel got in, and Roxas heard the bag get dropped in the back seat. Not even the sound of the car starting roused him this time as his consciousness began slipping away. Distantly, he heard Axel say his name, then his chin sank fully to his chest, and he fell fast into a deep, dark sleep.
The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the smell; warm, comfortable, like spice and musk, and he just wanted to sink deeper into the pillow below his face. The next thing was the unpleasant stickiness of dried sweat all over his body, and the disgust swiftly pulled him out of the comfortable drowsy haze with a quiet grumble, rolling over and squirming to try to get his dress unstuck from his skin.
Before he even opened his eyes, as he noticed the feeling and smell of where he was, his heart started pounding. He had no idea where he was. He unconsciously groaned as he sat up and blinked into the shadowy room, and the first thing his eyes found was Axel sitting in the corner with his phone lighting up his face but staring at Roxas.
Axel smiled softly and seemed to relax as he put his phone down and stood up. “Hey, uh, good morning.” His face was clean, revealing a couple small tattoos on his cheeks, and he was wearing a casual, loose t-shirt and pants. “Um, sorry about…this.” He rubbed the back of his head as he looked around the room. “You fell asleep before I could ask where you live, and I didn’t know what else to do…”
Roxas took a deep, calming breath, as he looked around and stuck his feet out the side of his bed. The curtains were closed, but enough morning light was coming in around them that he could see, in direct view at the end of the bed, his boots and cape sitting together on top of a dresser, which was comforting in case he felt the need to bolt. “Yeah, um… Sorry. Thanks for…” He looked down, considering the alternatives, then chuckled to himself. “For not just abandoning me, I guess.”
Axel chuckled as well. “Least I could do.” He half turned to gesture at the chair he was sitting in. “And I wasn’t, like, watching you sleep to be creepy or whatever, I just didn’t want you to wake up alone not knowing where you were, so I, you know, stayed close.” He seemed to avoid looking at Roxas as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, I know this is all…really weird.”
Chest suddenly tightening, Roxas clasped a hand to his throat, feeling at his skin. Tacky and gross, to be sure, but unblemished. Though there was nothing he wanted more than to have a shower and a big breakfast, he stood up and went to open the curtains with a determined frown. He winced when the light shone in then turned sharply towards Axel, who looked suddenly nervous in the light, and marched towards him. “Show me your teeth,” Roxas demanded, reaching up to grab the neck of Axel’s shirt.
A flush came across Axel’s face, and he froze for a moment before awkwardly laughing and leaning over a bit, opening his mouth and curling back his top lip. His canines were the same as Roxas remembered right before Axel went down on him, a little longer and sharper than average, but nothing alarming. Roxas scowled and gripped Axel’s shirt tighter as he looked up to meet Axel’s eyes. “You know what I meant.”
Axel grimaced and looked away again, closing his mouth and gulping, then taking a deep breath and opening his mouth again. He didn’t even lift his lip, but Roxas saw his canines suddenly jut out from under his lip like opening a switchblade, making Roxas inhale sharply in surprise and flinch, eyes widening as he stared at them.
He saw them start to shrink again before Axel closed his mouth, cleared his throat, and put a hand on Roxas’ wrist as he straightened back up, so Roxas let go of his shirt and let his hand flop back to his side, staring up and waiting for an explanation.
“Yeah, I’m a vampire, and you know it,” Axel muttered, reaching across himself to rub his arm. “They, uh- The bites heal in a couple hours. I’m…” His chin slowly sunk down as his shoulders hunched up, as if he was trying to shrink away. “I’m sorry about…last night. I…wasn’t planning on it going like that.”
Gulping, Roxas took a step back, but he felt himself relaxing despite his racing heart, comforted by Axel’s unexpectedly shy demeanor. “What… What the hell was the plan then? What were you going to do to me?”
Axel sighed. “The usual routine of sweet nothings and a gentle nibble. It was supposed to be like nothing happened, but the way you were flirting and kissing me back, and you’re so gorgeous, I just got really turned on and…I wanted more.” He bit his lip as he finally looked at Roxas again. “Uh… You’re…not going to tell your friends about this, right? I know you don’t know me, so you don’t have any reason to keep my secrets, but…”
Roxas took a deep breath and stared at the wall. All he wanted to do was tell his friends that he was frankly shocked that they downplayed how damned hot Axel was and brag that he and Axel had spent time together. A wry smile twitched at his lips. “On a condition or two…”
“Uh… What?” Axel nervously hit his lip.
Roxas sighed and looked at Axel again with a raised eyebrow. “First, you let me borrow your shower, and maybe some clean walk of shame clothes.” Axel smiled a little with relief. “Second… Well, I’m not usually a one night stand kinda guy, so…I’d like your number.” Roxas looked away again as he blushed and his hand reached back for his throat. “I…didn’t hate last night. So I’d like to get to know you better so we can, I don’t know, do more than a one night stand. If…” He gulped. “I mean, if you’re up for that.”
“Yes!” Axel blurted with surprising enthusiasm, drawing Roxas’ gaze back to him. They both immediately blushed heavily and smiled at each other. “I’d, uh…really enjoy that,” Axel murmured, shyly ducking his head.
Roxas bit his lip for a minute and smiled down at the carpet. “And… I also…missed out on a night of candy and movies thanks to you.” He bit his lip for a moment. “I was thinking about getting my friends together for a movie night, and since you know them and all, maybe you can help me plan it. Just you and me.”
Axel laughed warmly. “That sounds great! I know some good movies.”
Taking a deep breath for courage, Roxas looked up and stepped closer to Axel, lifting his trembling hands up to rest on Axel’s shoulders. “Good, that way you can pay me back for drinking my blood without asking.” Axel nervously averted his eyes again, making Roxas smile more. “And maybe…in the future…” Roxas idly played with the edge of Axel’s shirt, gently brushing his collarbone underneath. “Maybe I’ll say yes if you ask nicely next time…”
Axel looked at him sharply with wide eyes and lips parted. “You’re…okay with that?”
Face burning, Roxas couldn’t keep eye contact as he shrugged. “I-I mean… I don’t know whether it was the biting or the ropes, but I came really hard.”
Embarrassingly, Axel laughed, making Roxas duck his head to his shoulders. “Damn, I can’t believe I found such a masochist!”
“Shut up,” Roxas grumbled.
With a chuckle, Axel touched Roxas’ chin and turned his face back up, smiling into his eyes for a moment before closing his eyes and leaning in, wrapping his other arm around Roxas’ waist and softly kissing him. With a moan of pleasure, Roxas felt his tense muscles relax, melting into Axel’s embrace.
When he pulled away, he lingered silently for a moment, breathing in Axel’s scent, enjoying his closeness. “So, about that shower… And I’d really appreciate a ride home.”
“As you wish,” Axel murmured, but he didn’t let go before stealing one more kiss.