Author's Notes: I… am so sorry. This was caused by the severe lack of AxelRiku stories.

Anyway… a (long) drabble to attempt to write something remotely sexy. I don't do lemons. But I had to get this out. Cough… AxelRiku! Yay! Uh… AU? I guess?

Yeah.

"anything more"

by: Rosalyn Angel

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Sometimes at night, when Riku is weary, he takes comfort in Axel's waiting arms. Axel is too bony and thin—it hurts to lie against him—but his breath against Riku's cheek is soft and warm. He whispers things into Riku's ear that both of them know to be untrue, but Riku relishes in the thought anyway.

Axel takes comfort in the feel of Riku's body. Riku's too muscular and tall, his hair is too smooth and silky, but Axel loves the little moans and pants from the body underneath him. He loves it when the distant exterior shatters, regressed to mewls and pleas because god, Axel, you're such a tease…

Neither of them has what they, deep in their mind, really want. They never will.

They take comfort in knowing they're the same, and there's an underlying agreement that this will never amount to anything more.

Today, Riku watched the one he wanted most be with someone else. He watched the smile and laughter and love, and doesn't have the heart (maybe at all) to do anything about it.

Axel doesn't have a chance to say a word after Riku barges in and gives a sheering kiss that makes their heads spin. It knocks Axel back against the wall and Riku's hands are all over, gripping, desperate because it was a bad day; and Axel understands totally. He doesn't decline the breathy, soft cry of fuck me, please against his mouth, because Riku's eyes are cloudy and delirious and so damned green that Axel wants to tear through their clothes and take him right then and there.

If only to comfort, and hide those eyes from Axel's view.

The sex is fast and sloppy; Riku claws at his back for more, you idiot, and Axel hastily complies. He collapses afterward in a sweaty haze, and feels as Riku breathes shallowly beneath him. Riku's fingers are still twitching against his spine, but his eyes slide close into blissful, ignorant slumber.

Axel sits up and stares down numbly.

For the first time, with the sweat and cum glistening, he finds Riku beautiful.

It always hurts to move after he goes to Axel, but he does it anyway, time and again. Soon enough, he doesn't need to have a bad day to search Axel out; Riku just goes because it's familiar and warm and feels good.

Axel's breath turns raspy when he has to work so hard because Riku is a demanding little bitch, and Riku feels the jagged air in his mouth as Axel devours it like a hungry animal. Then there's the bruising kisses all over his neck and jaw when Axel gets really worked up because Riku pushes him so far. There's teeth and biting, and if Riku swears enough at him, maybe blood. Axel laps it up with long strokes of his tongue, as catty as his eyes, which never leave Riku's face. They stay there even when that tongue is fucking into Riku's navel, and Riku has to arch and plead, for him to just do it already.

It's always rough at the first entry, because Riku wraps his legs around Axel's bony hips and urges him on. Axel's self-control is low, and soon enough, he's ramming into that pale body, hard enough to hear the sickening slap of skin on skin; and in all honesty, it's unpleasant to see and hear but right then, in that moment, they don't see or hear. They simply feel.

It ends in a white haze. They suddenly hear each other's heavy breath, like usual, but they're now also tuned to another sound.

Their heartbeats are pounding wildly in each other's ears.

They lie in the after glow, Axel sprawled across Riku's form. Axel's eyes are focused on something far away, and his lover's are no different.

They're still convincing themselves that this hasn't amounted to anything.

-fin