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Sighing, Roxas lowers his keyblades, shaking his head at Axel. “This isn’t gonna work.”
“Huh? Why not? I thought you liked fighting me.”
“Yeah, when we’re just doing it for fun.”
“And?”
“This isn’t for fun.” Roxas sighs. “It just feels like I’m trying to beat you up or something.”
Axel slumps his shoulders exaggeratedly like Roxas is being silly, but lowers his keyblade too. “You’re not. You’re just blowing off a little steam.”
“It feels wrong.” Roxas insists.
“Alright, alright, fine. Still.” Furrowing his brows as he thoughtfully scratches his head, Axel murmurs, “There’s gotta be something else I can do.”
Flumping down on the couch with a dejected groan, Roxas vanishes his keyblades and slings an arm over his face. The frustration is still buzzing through his body, making him feel pent up and irritable.
“Hey, I know.”
Axel sounds so abruptly cheerful that Roxas moves his arm to look up at him in interest. Axel’s looking at him too, eyes practically glued to the way Roxas’ careless sprawl leaves his legs wide open, one knee bent and the other half falling off the couch.
“I could just fuck the frustration outta you.” Axel suggests, completely serious, but sporting a lopsided, lascivious grin.
Cheeks coloring, Roxas self-consciously pulls himself up on his elbows, shifting his posture so that it looks a little less like he’s presenting his crotch to the world. Not that he minds Axel looking at him like that, he’s just not usually crude.
Roxas mulls it over. This is the best suggestion Axel’s come up with so far, but as Roxas considers it, he shakes his head. “I don’t think that’ll work. I don’t wanna be thinking about Ansem the Jerk while we do it.”
A surprised snort turns into a loud laugh, Axel clearly finding the way Roxas said that amusing. Despite the very unappealing idea and his foul mood, seeing Axel laugh like that manages to get a small smile out of Roxas.
“Would that really be so bad?” Axel asks once he gets a grip, a few stray snickers escaping his lips despite his efforts.
“I don’t wanna get the urge to hit something while we’re being… y'know.” Roxas casts about for a word. “…Nice to each other.”
One of his favorite things about kissing and touching and otherwise with Axel was how his heart would beat so fast and fill up so full with love that he thought it would explode. It felt amazing. The only way he wants Axel to rile him up in bed is by teasing him, so that Roxas can tease him back, and they can tussle and roll around and grab at each other until Axel ends up on top, grinding his hips down against Roxas’ and pinning him with his full weight.
“You can channel that urge, ya know. Just redirect the energy from your fists to your hips. You can have a turn being the top, if you wanna try.”
“No thanks.” Roxas doesn’t even have to think about that one. He’s tried topping enough to know that while definitely not bad, he vastly prefers being on the receiving end. The way Axel buries himself inside Roxas’ body with reckless abandon, stuffing him to the brim with his dick and hitting all the right places, filling him up inside until he no longer feels like an empty shell of Somebody else…
Just thinking about it makes Roxas’ boxers tight.
“You sure? It doesn’t have to be penetration, you know. You could blow off steam while blowing me.” Axel’s green eyes sparkle as he fixes Roxas with a toothy smile, clearly impressed with himself at the witty remark.
“Pfft. C’mon Axel, be serious.”
“I am serious.”
“You don’t want your dick in my mouth when I’m feeling that angry.”
“Nah, I wouldn’t mind. So long as your lips are around my dick, you can be as mean to me as you want.”
Roxas lifts a skeptical brow, trying to ignore the way his stomach flips at the thought of himself, flushed with frustration on his knees with Axel’s dick in his mouth, furiously stroking himself and refusing all of Axel’s instructions of faster or deeper. Of the long slender fingers that usually stroke his hair so playfully and affectionately going hard and insistent and pulling him forward until his nose touched Axel’s stomach.
“You’re weird.” Roxas croaks dryly, internally grimacing at how obviously into it he sounds.
Axel notices, a familiar darkness forming behind his absinthe green gaze. “That’s not a no I’m hearing.”
“What if I get too carried away with being mean and turn you off?” He knows Axel likes to be in control when they do this stuff. And though usually more than happy to let Roxas make demands and follow through on granting them, there’s a difference between playfully indulging Roxas’ requests whenever he feels like— which is usually after denying him a couple times just to watch him beg— and actually being obedient.
Axel was the furthest thing from obedient Roxas could imagine. It was part of why they got along so well, why even when working for the Organization they’d been able to forge such a strong bond so fast. Rules were not something Axel respected, and he’d sooner laugh in someone’s face than allow someone to tell him what to do. Even Saïx’s attempts to boss Axel around had usually been met with laughter and the sauntering figure of Axel’s back as he walked away from whatever task the other Nobody had tried to assign him.
As much as Axel clearly has a soft spot for Roxas, he doesn’t think that fact is enough to change Axel’s nature.
“I don’t think you need to be worried about that. Go ahead and be as mean as you feel like being. I’ve got a few ideas about how to soothe your temper.”
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That was how Roxas ended up naked from the waist down with a plug up his ass, on his knees in front of the same couch with an equally half-naked Axel sitting on the edge, two slender fingers playing with his mouth and stirring up dormant desire in his stomach. The erotic situation is at odds with the furious mental tirade at Ansem still playing in his mind though, leaving Roxas half soft despite how hot it is to be plugged and prostrate between Axel’s legs, getting his mouth finger-fucked. He’s trying to focus, he really is, but he can’t get Ansem the Wise’s infuriating comments and superior attitude out of his head, a mental play-by-play of what Roxas wishes he’d said to him and to Isa about how bullshit their reasons were to exclude Roxas from the Subject X project repeating over and over.
Axel pokes the inside of his cheek, taps too far back on Roxas’ soft palate, making him gag. Roxas rakes his fingernails down Axel’s bare thighs, hard enough to make red lines but not break the skin.
Axel hisses, then chuckles low and sinful. “You angry, baby?”
Roxas snarls around his fingers, annoyed at the obvious answer. This is a stupid idea and he should really go back to hitting something, venting all this angry energy on something he doesn’t care about rather than the one person he cares about most.
“Gonna do something about it?”
Roxas shakes his head.
“Bottling it up isn’t healthy, ya know~,” Axel goads, “You gotta let it out.”
Roxas glares, rapidly losing his patience with this dumb idea. He doesn’t wanna be mean to Axel, doesn’t really feel like topping or domming or hitting him or whatever. He just wants—
“Do it, Rox. Aren’t you angry?” Axel presses down hard on his tongue, going too far back on purpose again to incite him. “C’mon. Fucking bite me.”
Roxas bites down, growling in irritation. Axel doesn’t even wince, grinning feral and wide instead. And despite his previous denial that this would work, Roxas has to admit it feels good to bite something. He’s still torn on whether he wants to vent these harsh, ugly feelings on Axel, though.
As if sensing his consternation, Axel pries his jaw open, removes his fingers— now sporting blunt red teeth marks like a ring, and pulls Roxas’ head forward until he can slide his dick into the same place his fingers just were. He doesn’t put it in very far, just the head, waiting for Roxas to close his lips around it before smirking and saying, “Go ahead.”
Biting Axel’s fingers was one thing, but his dick? No way. Roxas shakes his head. He’ll never hurt Axel like that.
Axel’s fingers card gently through his hair. “Don’t wanna? That's fine— there’s more than one way to use a pacifier.” The light scrape of Axel’s nails on his scalp is soothing in an almost raw way, taking the edge off Roxas’ irritation.
He starts doing what he usually does when Axel’s dick is in his mouth, lapping at the underside with his tongue and sliding down and up, but Axel’s fingers tighten in his hair, holding him still. Irritation flares up again, and he growls in annoyance, but Axel just chuckles and shakes his head. “Just suck this time.”
A weird request but one Roxas complies with, letting Axel’s dick rest heavy on his tongue as he does as instructed, just sealing his lips around it and sucking.
Gazing down at him, Axel watches the small twitches of his lips every time he sucks. “There we go.” He purrs. “So cute. Good boy.”
Roxas doesn’t know what happens. The moment the words leave Axel’s mouth, the hard, angry ball inside of him melts like goo, his furrowed brows going soft and rising high. His harsh, angry grunts soften and quiet, his breathing slowing down, forgetting the next words to his mental tirade.
Axel’s eyes gleam darkly, stroking his hair now instead of gripping it. “Good boy, Roxas.” He says again, husking deeper, and Roxas is moaning before he can even think about it. Thoughtlessly, he takes more of Axel’s dick in his mouth until he’s pleasantly full and resumes his gentle, constant suck, not going any further or doing anything uncomfortable. Lazily sucking, periodically swallowing, like on a lollipop.
Leaving one hand atop his head to stroke his hair, Axel palms Roxas’ cheek with the other, thumbing over the spot beneath his eyes and over his cheekbone in broad strokes that make Roxas’ eyes flutter and droop, moaning again, longer this time.
“Touch yourself.” Axel says, sending an urgent throbbing ache through Roxas’ abdomen that has him hastily moving to do as Axel suggested, groaning around the mouthful of cock in relief as he takes himself in hand. He’s still too angry to be gentle with himself, too impatient to go slow, but Axel doesn’t admonish him for the greedy pace Roxas sets, just watches and continues stroking his head and face, biting his lip at the sounds Roxas is making.
“You making yourself feel good, babe?”
Roxas nods, a small and muffled ‘mm-hmm’ all he can manage without removing Axel’s dick from his mouth, which is suddenly an unfathomable idea. Not when it belongs there, comfy and filling and perfectly in place, just like the plug in his ass. Not when its warmth and weight and faint musk fill his head with Axel’s essence, calming him down and pooling lurid heat in his core. He takes deep breaths of it until his head gets heavy, leaning the cheek Axel isn’t stroking against the other man’s thigh.
“Shit, Rox...” The light taste of salt blooms on his tongue. “You’re so perfect. Wanna see you cum for me, okay? Keep sucking, just like this, go as hard as you want. Vent it all out on me.”
With nowhere else for all his energy to go, Roxas jerks himself faster, harsher, and sucks hard, indulgently hollowing out his cheeks and relishes the plush velvety texture against his tongue, making Axel’s thighs go rigid for a moment before he chokes out a rough moan.
“Fuck… that’s it. Just like that.”
Heat and pressure builds rapidly in his stomach, feeling full and dumb and happy, head empty of thoughts and just feeling the haze, the desire. It’s right, being filled with nothing but Axel. His essence the only thing that should fill Roxas up, the only thing that should consume his being.
He’s gonna come, on Axel’s dick, in Axel’s hands, at Axel’s feet. With his taste in his mouth and his scent in his nose, voice in his ears and absolutely fucking nothing in his head.
“Throat it when you’re cumming, okay?” He hears Axel say, opening eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed to see Axel watching Roxas’ expression, obviously aware of how close he is.
The knot of heat and pressure inside him flares and surges up rapidly, and Roxas obediently slides Axel in all the way. He’s nowhere near as good as Axel is at this, but able to withstand holding him there in his throat for the few moments he’ll need, wanting Axel to be slotted deeply in place for this more than Axel does. Warmth rushes up to Roxas’ ears and his breathing goes quiet, orgasm washing over him excruciatingly sweet.
“That’s fucking it. Good boy, Rox. Let it all out.” Axel’s voice, crooning rough approval, makes Roxas cum harder, squeezing tightly around the plug in his ass and cumming messily all over his hand.
He chokes on the soft tip too far down his throat, pulls back and out to cough and pant, laying his head fully against Axel’s thigh. He’s sweating, he realizes, has been this whole time, cheeks hotter than the skin his face rests on for once, moaning weakly as sweet release finally washes over him. Axel pets his head the whole way through it. When Roxas’ orgasm fades, the last of the anger fades with it too, leaving him relaxed and calm, pliantly letting Axel tilt his head up and press his dick against softly closed lips, a warm kind of kiss to his tip that ends in a sticky spurt of warmth, the light pressure and sensation being all Axel needed to reach his own release. It drips down Roxas’ lips, warm rivets against his jaw, some of it landing on his shirt collar but most coating the sides of his neck.
It kind of startles him, blinking rapidly as he suddenly finds himself clear of some strange haze, Axel’s cum slowly cooling on his lips. He thought only a moment had passed looking down at himself and becoming aware of the carpet beneath his knees again, but Axel is suddenly gone, no, approaching from a different direction with a towel that he hands to Roxas, already cleaned up himself. He flops back down on the couch with one of his usual played-up sighs of appreciation, copping a languid pose.
When confusion makes Roxas slow to use the towel, trying and failing to play mental catch-up with the last few minutes, Axel notices his hesitation and sits up with a lifted brow.
“You okay?”
Roxas hastily wipes himself clean. “Uhhhh… yeah.”
Axel tilts his head, looking at him for a moment. Then bends over, reaching down to lift Roxas up off his knees by his armpits, pulling him to standing and then forward into Axel’s lap on the couch.
Roxas goes willingly, distantly noting how nice it is for his legs to be off the rough carpet. Axel tilts his chin down, watching him oddly as Roxas rests his head against Axel’s shoulder.
“What?”
“You’re oddly quiet.”
“Am I?” Roxas shrugs, not really seeing what the issue is. He feels so much better now, relaxed and… damn, pretty sleepy all of a sudden. He slumps a little more against Axel, comfortably snuggling in. Axel is so warm.
“Definitely. But so long as you’re okay, that’s fine.” Axel comments, appearing to let it go too, shifting Roxas’ weight on his lap and getting comfortable.
He’s more than okay. No more furious mental arguments— all he can think about is how much he loves Axel.
He thinks he hears Axel chuckle and say something about a pacifier, or a drop, or… something ‘working a little too well’. He doesn’t remember. But he does remember lips pressing gently on his head, and a familiar voice saying, “Love you too, Rox.”