Yes, summary was changed. I'm picky, sorry for any confusion. Won't be changed again.
Chapter Eleven: Of Just Damn's and Fuck's. Not Literally.
Roxas stared at himself in the mirror, feeling jumpy and agitated. He had done his best to dress down, he didn't want Axel to think he was going to actually think of it as a date date and dress up for him. But he didn't want him to think that he was a slob either. So he had painstakingly chosen his favorite red sweatshirt with yellow detailing of his favorite band, The Nobodies, along with a white shirt under it, his checkered wristbands poking up from under the sleeves. 'Maybe I should change…' he fretted, plucking at the hole in the knee of his dark jeans. 'Do I look to over dressed? Maybe I'm too under? Fuck, Axel's gonna think I don't know how to dress! I need to get this sweatshirt off, it's not even cold outside!'
He quickly rid himself of the item, frantically pawing through his clothes for something more suitable to wear. Why were clothes suddenly so important? He had never once thought about what he was going to wear so meticulously before.
Then there it was.
Knock. Knock. Knock knock knockity knock.
"Axel," he breathed, staring out of his door down the stairs, a shirt in one hand.
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'Freaking Smirnoff…raising its damn price! Now I don't have my favorite body wash or my deodorant!' Axel complained to himself mentally as he rubbed Old Spice under his arms. He had despaired when he found out that he was out of alcohol, but even more so when he discovered he had no grooming products save for his expensive cologne. He had grabbed what money he could and raced off to the store so he would have time to take a shower and have a glass. Unfortunately the vodka was suddenly more expensive than he remembered, so instead of his usual scent, he had to grab the cheapest one, which luckily had a combo pack.
He took a tentative sniff at his under arm, uncertain of the effect it would have. It wasn't bad or anything, it just wasn't his usual. He glanced at his dark bottle of cologne and sighed, leaving it on the shelf. Mixing an unfamiliar scent could be disastrous, and he didn't want to smell like a disaster on his first date with Roxas.
He ran his hands through his hair with a sigh, staring at his closet. This was the hard part. Finding something to wear. Unfortunately, only a horrible Christmas sweater someone had left was left hanging, everything else in a nice, smelly big pile. He shifted through it, creating two piles: smells clean and how-long-has-it-been-since-I-did-laundry-again?
The smells clean pile was significantly smaller than the other, with only two shirts and one pair of pants. They were old pants too, pants he hadn't worn since his 'fuck the world' phase. He frowned, holding them up. Well they weren't bad he thought, fingering one of the patches that dotted the jeans. And he wasn't going to smell like decaying clothes, so there really was no choice. Praying Roxas would like them, he flung them on the bed and eyed the shirts.
Black tank with red splatters, once again from his old phase, or a white shirt with some neat stitching. Upon closer inspection, the blank tank had a hole on the side, but in the end, it won, for the white shirt had a stain that looked suspiciously like throw up.
A quick glass later of vodka later, his fist was pounding on the blond's door. 'Shit… He better not have dressed too sexy, I'll end up raping him…' was his first thought, listening to the muffled footsteps scrambling inside the house. 'Crap Axel, how'd you think this was going to go? You've never had a real boyfriend! Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-'
The door opened, and Roxas appeared, breaking his thoughts. Seeing the blond reminded him that Roxas was human, so Axel broke into his usual, confident grin, eyeing up the roman numerals that splayed across the blond's small chest in green letters, contrasting on the white background the t-shirt offered.
"Oh, so you're a fan of The Nobodies too huh?"
"What do you mean, too?" Roxas squeaked. The blond blinked, fighting a blush. His voice appeared to be gone, his eyes glued to the redhead before him. True, it was disturbing to see that the pants were held by only bone and studded belt, and it was kinda tacky to dress in all black, but damn.
"I mean, I also like them. See?" the redhead turned around, showing the patch that was conveniently placed on his perfectly sculpted left butt cheek.
"Oh…" Roxas swallowed, averting his eyes quickly.
Axel couldn't help but raise a slender fire brow, not one to miss details. "Sooo, if you're done checking me out... I mean, unless you want to continue on, I'll gladly stand here, hell I'll even pose if you want me to, but we could start the date now."
"Yeah," the blond offered weakly. Speech always had the nasty habit of eluding the people that actually were in dire need of it, choosing instead to skirt away, laughing at the helplessness of its users.
"Well if we'll just get into my car then…" The redhead led him back to his house, opening Roxas' car door then sliding into his own seat. He gunned the motor, then stepped on the gas.
Nothing happened.
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"Are you sure it was okay to leave Roxas like that?" Sora fretted.
"Relax," Riku purred into his ear, kissing the shell of skin. "He'll be fine. I know Axel."
"So do I…" the brunet mumbled, subdued. "That's what scares me."
Riku shrugged, kicking off the ground a little. They were on the swings in the playground. He watched the ground move under him, mesmerized. He felt like a child again, those lonely years when he'd watch other kids play in the sandbox or tag or something equally engaging, leaving him alone. He'd sit there, swinging, wishing he could go higher and higher so his troubles could be gone. Other times he'd barely move, not wanting to, rather to be dead than with himself, only his imagination to keep him company. Funny thing was, it wasn't the other kids fault that he was so alone. He just…didn't know what was wrong. He couldn't be with them, couldn't stand it, but couldn't stand his loneliness either. Then Sora came along and…
"Sora…" he said quietly, breaking himself from his train of thought to look at his boyfriend.
"Hm?" Sora turned his gaze to meet the teal orbs. "What's wrong?" he asked immediately, seeing the troubles that seemed to cloud the color, making them dull. The brunet hated it when they looked like that, he loved them when they were clear and bright, like when Riku finished a particularly hard math problem and he praised him for it, or that one time when they were making cookies and got into a flour fight.
"Why are you with me?"
The usual happy and bright face of Sora darkened, a serious frown crossing over his features. "What's really wrong?"
Riku shrugged again, but Sora would have none of it. He tackled the silver-haired man off the swings, landing with a soft 'oof!' "Tell me! We're not going anywhere until you do, even if that means the ice cream parlor will close first!"
Riku gave him an befuddled look from the ground, staring at the small boy above him. "I could easily over power you."
"You wouldn't dare hurt me," Sora said confidently, crossing his arms on Riku's chest. "Now spit it out!"
"There's…nothing wrong," Riku began.
"C'mon, you know I won't buy that, Ku."
"I hate that nickname," Riku grumbled, looking away from his lover's face to the stars. "And I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted, that nothing is wrong, per se, but I just was remembering the days before you were my friend. And now we're more than friends. It's just…" he struggled, speech dancing away, just out of his reach. "I don't know. It's surreal sometimes. But other times I wonder why the hell you're with me at all."
"Because you make me happy," Sora said simply, leaning to kiss him.
Riku turned his face away, wanting to get his feelings completely out before they started to become lovey-dovey. "Sora, you're a nice guy. I'm not. We don't match, we're not opposites in everything, but emotionally… we're completely different. You're someone who brings sunshine into a room while I bring in the rain. It's…not fair to you. I don't want you to be pressured into staying with me. I-"
"I said I'm happy," Sora said more forcefully, capturing his prize effectively this time. "So stop being emo! I'm happy, really happy when I'm with you!"
"Sora-"
"Nope, Riku, enough! You're just being a depresso! C'mon, let's get ice cream! You need some chocolate to make you feel better!" Sora said with zeal, getting off of him and dragging him upright.
Riku studied him for a second, then allowed his usual ghost of a smile to show. "Okay…"
"You're paying."
"I know."
"Race you!"
"What!? Sora, get back here, you cheater!"
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Axel frowned, stepping harder. "What the hell," he cursed as Roxas watched the scene curiously from the passenger seat, giving no assistance. He was just about to blow a fuse after the fifth attempt when he realized that the gas meter was pointing at the great big E.
He blinked a few times, processing what he had discovered. "Um….I'm out of gas."
Roxas stared at him blankly.
"We're going to have to walk."
Roxas continued to stare at him blankly.
"Right then…let's get out…" he awkwardly pocketed his keys, opening his door.
Finally speech decided to swoop down and dive down the blond's throat to make a nest. "You forgot to fill the gas?"
"I thought we established that…"
"Idiot," he muttered as he slammed the car door.
"Yeah well, I forgot okay, so sue me. C'mon, the Italian place isn't too far anyway."
"Italian?"
"Is there something wrong with Italian?"
"No, I just thought…" he shrugged, dropping the sentence.
"Thought what?"
"Dunno, I forgot where I was going with it."
"C'mon, tell me what you were going to say!"
"I…" Roxas floundered for words again. Stupid speech and its habits! "I thought… I dunno, that you would take us to some kind of fast-food place."
"You think I'm cheap," Axel echoed the blond's true thoughts.
"Well… yeah."
"You also think that I'm a sexaholic who will woo you away for one night, a romantic rendezvous that will end up with you devirginized and then I'll dump you the next day."
That somehow struck irritated chords in Roxas' brain. "Well you've done nothing to merit otherwise," he said coolly.
"True…" the redhead shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets, "but I've never done anything to make you think that I would do all that either."
"Yes you have!" the blond declared defensively. "What about all that you've done to me before? That night you seduced me at your house, you were trying to get into my pants quicker than red ants if I stepped in an ant hill!"
Silence passed between them. Roxas thought that he had pissed off Axel beyond words, until he heard a low snicker. It developed into a series of laughter and guffaws as the redhead tried desperately to pull himself together. "Fuck man….hehe… that was...haha!… the weirdest analogy I've ever… bwa ha ha ha!… heard!"
Argumentive genes sparked again. "Are you calling me stupid?"
"Nope!" Axel grinned, finally able to contain himself. "I was calling you cute."
Roxas deflated, staring at the redhead in wonder. "I'm not cute…" he grumbled, mainly to himself.
Axel chuckled one last time, ruffling the blond hair as he led them in the correct direction. "So are you a hardcore fan of The Nobodies or what?"
"I've liked them since last year," Roxas mumbled, putting his hair back into place. "My brother was all into pop and crap like that so I veered in the opposite direction. I've been into rock ever since."
"The rebel are we?"
"Shut up," he snarled, turning to scowl at the redhead. It faded when he saw the other boy's face in such a broad, joyous grin. 'I'm really defensive I guess,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe I take teasing too seriously.'
"You know the lead singer's gay right?"
"What?" Roxas visibly started, pausing in mid step. "Seriously?"
"Uh huh," Axel shrugged it off with a less than dazzling smile.
"Damn…" Roxas started walking again as his mind recovered from its numb state. "I didn't…wow… Vincent never seemed….just damn…"
"It shouldn't be that big of a surprise," the redhead continued mildly. "He does wear tight leather pants."
The blond shot the other teen a look of repulsion. "Ugh, just the thought of you checking him out.."
"Igh, whoever said I was?" Axel made a face. "I have better people to agonize over."
"I might regret this, but who?"
Axel in turn gave him a wry smirk. "I wonder who indeed," he said in a mock thoughtful tone of voice. "Oh look, we're already here!"
Roxas frowned at him as they entered the restaurant, mind spinning. He had thought that Axel was lying about the gas not being in the car, but instead of trying to pounce as he had figured, he ended up getting to know Roxas better and he showed that they had same interests. So exactly what was it the redhead wanted from him? He had already declared Roxas a friend, just like the others on that faithful day. Then all of a sudden he was seducing him…
"You know, frowning will give you wrinkles. It'd be such a waste."
The blond made a face, sticking out his tongue. "You're corny."
"May I be of service?" a waiter politely interrupted, bowing to them.
It was a quick order, both had a favorite and the waiter was timid, looking as if he'd bolt at any moment. Axel settled down in his seat, glad he had requested a secluded booth. "So….that dance is the day after tomorrow."
"Yeah, and we got to finish the decorations tomorrow," Roxas said, failing to keep his tone from sounding cross.
"It won't take that long," the redhead said, watching the condensation on the complimentary water slowly slide down the glass. "I guess…"
"Would you go to the dance with me?"
"Uh…"
"Sorry, too early right?" Axel looked up, grinning. "But you have to tell me by the end of the date."
Roxas said nothing, eyes flickering around the place. They were in the back, obscured from most of the restaurant. It made him nervous, for this meant Axel could do just about anything and he'd only know, unless he screamed rape or something.
This mindset didn't last for long however.
Axel ended up wowing him by stories about his crazy childhood that actually seemed plausible, he ate like any guy would so Roxas didn't feel uncomfortable, and overall, he was starting to have good feelings.
When dessert came around, the blond was happily digging into a brownie ala mode while Axel spooned around his sundae. It wasn't as good as he had thought, and Roxas' brownie was extremely tempting. But he knew better, from the last time he had stolen a treat from the blond had resulted in almost death.
"So that's why I was mentally scarred by grape juice," he finished, struggling to keep his eyes from the chocolate delight. And the whipped cream that graced the blond's lips. That was hot too.
Roxas was one to notice when someone was eyeing up his dessert. Immediately he grew possessive, tensing his muscles in case he had to fight off wandering hands. "Sora had the same experience, though it was with fruit punch."
"Oh?" Axel smiled amiably. "Guess I'm not alone in being crazy. Then again I was four…"
"Four?" Roxas echoed. "I thought that happened recently."
"Nah…" Axel trailed off, licking the ice cream off his spoon, gazing off into the distance as he thought. He was trying his best to be a gentleman. Truly he was. But dammit, he wanted some brownie. And Roxas. A light bulb flashed before his eyes. Put brownie and Roxas together, you'd have the ultimate dessert! Yet, he restrained himself. Roxas wouldn't be won over by tonsil hockey with brownie in the middle. He'd consider it a waste.
Roxas watched the redhead with suspicious eyes. Yes, there was no doubt now. He definitely wanted some. And by the ways his eyes seemed to daze towards him after the chocolate delight, he wanted both. In pry some unseemly way too. He raised the baked good with a spoon, lavishing it with whipped cream and a dab of vanilla, slowly parting his lips. It was wrong to tease, sure, but he wanted to test this new manner of Axel. He spread some onto his tongue, closing his eyes in obvious pleasure, although cracking them to see the redhead's reaction.
It had the desired effect.
Axel squirmed, torn between the need to act on instinct, or the want to be Roxas' boyfriend. Both were hard decisions.
'Fuck it…I'm not this kind of guy anyway…' he thought, leaning forward. Sadly, he fought his impulses, instead capturing the spoon into his mouth, wiping it clean.
"Mmm….I should've had that instead."
"Hey that's mine! Give it back!" Roxas pouted, scooting his plate closer and hopefully out of reach, spooning more into his mouth. But then he caught a whiff of Axel and froze. He smelled… well… it was hard to describe, but all he knew, it was sexy. Roxas, the homophobe, was suddenly lusting over the redhead. Whatever it was, he wanted more of this spicy, rugged, musky scent.
Knowing the best tactic to get what he wanted, he licked the spoon clean. Oh yes, he was being a downright minx.
"I can't very well give it back… but…" Axel paused. Yes, he wasn't going to fight his impulses any longer. He captured the blond's lips, parting them and licking away all forms of chocolaty goodness.
There seemed to be no objection on Roxas' part, for the record. After all, one who could smell good and listen to good music couldn't be a bad guy.
On the way home, he turned to Axel, hands in pockets, a sheepish smirk on his face. "I'll go with you."
When the redhead enveloped him with his arms, he received the kiss before burying his face into the pale neck, taking a deep whiff of ode de Axel.
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Axel was ecstatic the next day. Hell, he was damn right cheerful.
"Hey there!" he said energetically to the blond that sat next to him. Usually he ignored him, he seemed a little weird, and his hair was funny-looking, but today, he was too happy to be prejudiced.
"H-hi," the blond responded, clearly startled by the salutation.
"Demyx right?" Axel continued, beaming his dazzling smile.
"Yeah. Demyx. Um…"
"Axel," he supplied, tilting his head in greeting.
"Oh, hello," he said, feeling stupid. He was just a real conversation starter, wasn't he?
"Guess why I'm so happy today?" Axel prompted, ignoring the obvious discomfort.
"Uh…why?"
"I finally got a hot date with a blond," the redhead winked.
"Wha-"
"Not you," he said, waving his hand in dismissal. "But another guy. You know, the cute one with beautiful blue eyes and blond hair… um… yeah okay sounds like you. But he has uh… shorter hair. And he's well…short."
"I think I've seen him in the halls," the blond tried weakly. He wanted this conversation to work, he had yet to make friends.
"Have you?" Axel grinned. "He's a real cutie huh? What about you, you going to the dance?"
"Well….kinda…" he couldn't help his eyes that wandered over to the teacher, who was typing on his laptop busily. Then suddenly their eyes caught and he quickly looked away, flushing a little.
Axel wasn't known as Cupid for nothing. "We like mature men, do we?" he asked in low overtones, his entire demeanor changing. This was something he knew. He slid down into his chair, his poise graceful and catlike.
"What do you mean?" Demyx asked carefully, red blossoming from the roots of the first blush.
"Have you two screwed yet?" The emerald eyes gleamed with interest and curiosity. "I'm guessing no, by the way he's still a tight-ass."
The blond bit his lip, eyes darting from the now smug redhead to Zexion. It appeared the slate-haired man wasn't listening. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but this guy…well, how bad could he be? He talked to him after all.
"No…not yet. It's confusing… he makes the moves, but I feel like…" he turned redder, if possible, dropping it.
"You're the one on top?" he inquired, raising his brows suggestively.
"Y-yeah. You're really good at this…"
"Experience," was the dismissive reply. "Listen…" he beckoned the blond forward, an evil smile upon his face. Oh, he did love sex. There were so many things possible with it. And he was very, very willing to share tips, especially when he was in such a good mood.
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Zexion watched the students file out of his rooms. Always a rough morning it seemed, especially with that irritating redhead. Then again, he knew he was more irritated because said redhead had started talking to his blond, making him tense and nervous by the way Demyx laughed or smiled.
'Jealousy isn't becoming,' he thought with a frown.
He leaned back into his chair, closing his eyes to relax. Recently he had learned the wonders of meditation, and his headaches seemed infrequent compared to before.
"Sensei…" Demyx whispered into his ear, startling him from the stark white nirvana he had achieved. His eyes flew open. At first he thought he was going blind, but then he realized that the lights had been turned off.
"Demyx…" he said quietly, his head turning ever so slightly to look at the blond. "Is there something you need?"
Instead of answering, Demyx swiveled the chair so that Zexion in his entirety faced him, leaning forward and bracing his hands on the side of the desk. "I was given some pointers today…" he whispered, his eyes shy and unwilling to meet the deep blue hue of Zexion's orbs.
"I see…" the teacher responded, calculating the best course of action. His mind was telling him quite calmly that he had to be rid of the situation as soon as possible, he could be caught. But his hormones… oh no, they wanted Demyx to pounce and….other unmentionable things.
So it would seem that Demyx was more interested in his hormones than his mind, for he did exactly what the slate-haired man's had wanted. He pounced.
Zexion tensed as he felt the blond's lips leave his for the tender flesh at his throat. His fingers dug into the armrests when his boyfriend's tongue darted out, hardly able to stand the tentative licks. Just as he had gotten used to it, Demyx grew confident, his wet muscle digging into his skin roughly and quickly. Before, he would've never thought the act to be erotic, more or less gross. Now, it was the most sexiest thing in the world, the pressure mounting in his pants. Then the blond moved to his ear, and the world no longer mattered. His poise diminished with his half-lidded eyes, a low groan passing through his lips.
He tilted his head a little so that the process could continue. He wanted desperately to take care of the discomfort but in his mind that sort of thing was uncouth, so instead he wandered a hand up his lover's shirt, rubbing his thumb around the smooth chest muscle.
Demyx responded with a frequency that left him clutching the blond for dear life, unable to keep the hot moans from escaping. The blond's hand was sliding down his stomach -how did his shirt get up there?- it was past his belly button, following the soft trail of hair. Oh, it was sliding into his pants. 'Get on with it…' he thought crossly as it rested at the base of his pubic hair. He felt a little self conscious, he didn't have wiry hair like others, it was like the silky (fluffy) downy feathers of a baby chick. But then, there it was… the index finger was touching him, finally and-
Dun na na na nuh!
It was the stupid bell.
He could hear students shuffling down the halls. His door was being fiddled with; that meant kids were outside his room, while he was here in a frenzy of hormones, both partners frozen at the noise.
"You need to get to class," he said quietly into Demyx's ear, using light, but firm movements to remove the blond from him. He gave him a soft kiss, reminding himself that being cold and stoic all the time wasn't a good thing.
"I'm sorry…" the blond responded weakly, looking for all the world shy and meek. "I just acted… I shouldn't-"
"Shh," a little smile flitted over Zexion's face. "We're just going to have to learn our timing right. Now, if you please… I don't want to get fired. So if you'd turn the lights on when you leave?"
Demyx nodded, relieved that he hadn't angered his teacher. And damn, that was the first time he had ever seen that man smile! It was really hot! When he left however, he realized that a certain member was still very visible. Praying that the kids that had been standing outside of the psychology room hadn't seen, he made his way to the bathroom, listening to the bell ring a second time. If you could call it a ring. It sounded more like the starting notes of some musical.
Zexion on the other hand wasn't able to go to the bathroom to relieve pressure. No, he was stuck teaching a class. When he couldn't even stand up, he was so painfully hard. "Take down the notes on the board," he barked. It didn't matter that they were Advanced notes. Or that they had nothing to do with the lesson he had been teaching them, nor was it in the regular text book.
There were protests of confusion, of course.
But, no one ever dared question his teaching again however, and when the class left, for once, they had learned nothing from him, except, perhaps, he was a very bitter man that sometimes, was very, very sadistic in ways to torture with words.
Author: uwah…the dance was supposed to end…and it hasn't even started yet! And I always end with Zemyx! (cries) but…but… I'm a terrible authoress! Less Akuroku, more Soriku and Zemyx next time... I'll try harder for a quicker update… (I hope my beta doesn't mind o.o) Don't lose interest guys, I swear to you, I will be on time!
Which brings up another thing. I have (I won't say the number) people with this on their favorites, yet roughly a sixth of that reviews. (pouts cutely) Would you give this wittle authoress a review? I give cookies… and chibis… with bondage! I feel so used if not… :'(
On another note...GOING TO KAWAIIKON!!! YAAAAY! Just 5 more days o.o
Edit: I can't update friday seeing as the convention is using up my time. I'm even skipping school for it (with permission) lol! so maybe an update on tues then friday?
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