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It's been nearly a week since Roxas came home. After thanking Riku for taking such good care of him, I grabbed what few things he had taken and brought him home. He was much too tired for talking, so he went straight to bed. And in the morning…well, he acted like nothing had happened. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and ate breakfast like normal. I didn't press the issue because I didn't want him mad at me. What was really strange, though, is that he didn't try to advance on me like he did before. I'd think after what I promised he would be all over me, but he seemed…distant almost. Though I'd catch him sneaking looks at me often. I guess he was waiting for me to make the first move.
Speaking of that promise…well, I haven't really had a chance to fulfill it yet. Something always seemed to get in the way. It's not that I was avoiding it, that wasn't it at all, but with making up in work and paying bills and eating and such I really haven't had a free moment.
But today, I asked off early because I was feeling "sick." They completely bought it, telling me to go home and get some rest. But I didn't go home right away. No, first was a quick stop at the pharmacy. When I got home, I hid my purchase in the drawer next to my bed and sat down at the table, waiting for Roxas to get home.
It was an hour before he opened the door and stared at me incredulously. I couldn't blame him, I wasn't really supposed to be home for another few hours. I grinned over at him. "Hey, welcome home."
He blinked. "Hey…what are you doing back so early?"
I shrugged. "The restaurant decided to let me off early." Hey, it was kind of the truth. I just didn't tell him that I gave them a reason to let me off early. I grinned at him again. "Isn't that great?"
He shrugged one shoulder casually, but I couldn't help but notice the jerkiness of the movement. "I guess," he said quietly, avoiding eye contact.
I smirked. "So, what do you want for dinner tonight?"
"It doesn't matter, whatever you want."
"No, come on. Anything you want, I'll make it."
"Well…fine, how about steak, mashed potatoes, and broccoli?"
I grinned. "No problem, Roxy. I'll start now."
It took about 3 hours. With the peeling and cutting and washing and boiling of the potatoes, that took about 2 hours in itself. I'm a really slow peeler or else it would have been done much earlier. And then I realized I'd forgotten to thaw the steak while I was peeling so I had to stick it in the microwave before cooking.
Anyway, I finally finished. To top everything off, I fished some candles out of the drawer and set them in holders on the now clothed table. Yeah, I can be romantic when I want to be.
I stuck my head into the living room. "Oh, Roxy," I sang out cheerfully, "Dinner is ready."
He raised an eyebrow at my tone, but I pretended not to notice as I went back into the kitchen to take my place.
Stunned would be a good word for the look on his face when he came into the kitchen. I couldn't blame him; I had never done anything like this before. And I had to say, it looked a lot different with the glow of candlelight instead of the light from the fluorescents. I grinned. "You like?"
"Yeah…" he said quietly, "It's really nice. Why did you…?"
"What, I can't have a nice dinner with my boyfriend without there being a reason?" I rolled my eyes in mock anguish. "I guess I'm going to have to blow out these candles and have a regular old dinner. Oh, woe is me." I laughed at the glare Roxas sent my way as he sat down.
"It's nice," he said as he ate. "Is there a reason, though?"
"Not particularly," I said, shrugging, "I didn't feel like going out, that's all. Think of it as a date."
"Hmm," Roxas said in amusement, eating quickly. Almost too quickly, I noticed. He didn't even seem to realize what he was eating, he just ate. If I hadn't taken them away, I'm sure he would have eaten the silverware too.
"Looks like we finished a little early," Roxas said nervously, trying hard not to look at me, it seemed. I smirked.
"Looks like it," I said, putting the dishes in the sink and leaning against the counter. "What ever will we do now?"
Roxas glared at me impatiently, but I just kept staring at him with that same smirk planted on my face. I knew what was going to happen. And I knew he knew what was going to happen. Now the only thing left was for one of us to make the first move. Here's a hint: It wasn't going to be me.
I think we literally stood there staring at each other for more than five minutes before he finally stood up. But instead of walking over to me, like I expected, he went back into the living room.
I was stunned. No more than a few months ago, he would have jumped at this chance and now he was going to ignore it? Well, Axel Nageshi isn't ignored that easily. Pushing myself away from the counter, I pushed the swinging door open.
He wasn't in there. The little brat. I looked in his room and he wasn't there either. That only left two rooms. Laughing quietly to myself, I went into my own room.
My suspicions proved to be correct. Roxas was laying on my bed in just his jeans. Where his shirt went, I really can't say. He was laying on his back, knees in the air, hands behind his head. He was staring at me with practically glowing eyes, just waiting. Damn, this kid could be a tease if he wanted to.
I gulped to regain control and closed the gap between me and the bed. I set a knee on the bed to keep my balance. Through all of this, only his eyes moved. I had to wonder if the blonde had done this before, but I didn't like the thought of anyone else touching him, so I dismissed that.
I leant down slowly, teasingly. And I couldn't help but think how strange it was that we were both so reluctant to make the first move. Maybe it was because we knew that after this there was no denying it anymore. If we did this, it would confirm everything. And a part of us was scared of that happening. Scared that taking this step would change us, in a way.
I stopped just before we made contact. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" I whispered against his lips. I sensed the slightest hesitation before he wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me.
And maybe it wasn't so bad. I had always tried to avoid this simply because it scared me to do this with someone I wasn't sure I completely loved. I was scared to do this because I didn't want to hurt him and get his hopes up. But I now know that I do love him. I can't imagine my life without him, even thought we've only known each other 6 short months. But in those months I've learned a lot about what it is to be human. This small, beautiful creature under me has been through so much, too much. He's been broken too many times. But just by doing one thing, just by saving him and refusing to give up on him like so many others have, he's starting to mend. Slowly but surely, he's healing.
Roxas broke the kiss and stared at me. I couldn't help but look right back, into his deep blue eyes. I could sense the trust in those Cerulean pools. He knew I would never hurt him.
Slowly, I leaned forward and started kissing and sucking at his neck. Every once in a while, I'd bite down gently, leaving a faint mark in my wake. The silence was punctured with small moans and gasps from the blonde teen under me.
I sat up to remove my own shirt and climbed onto the bed more for a better angle. I swung a leg over the blonde's skinny form so that I was straddling him, but I made sure not to crush him. In this angle, however, both our erections were touching, causing a gasp from both of us.
Almost desperately, Roxas started to undo my pants. We were done, it seemed, with the slow thing. Things were quickly heating up and, before I knew it, the blonde had his hand wrapped around my member tightly.
I couldn't help but let out a choked gasp followed by a low moan as he started to pump up and down. If I hadn't been so distracted, I would have again wondered if he had done this before.
He continued, alternating between hard and soft strokes. He was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the heat coiling in my lower belly and I knew what was coming.
"Roxas…gonna…"
He quickly pulled his hand away. At my questioning glance, he smirked and sat up to whisper in my ear, "I want you to save your cum for when you fuck me."
I shuddered at that, and especially at the husky way he said it. Slow and sweet was long gone and forgotten as I pushed him back roughly and started kissing him again just as roughly. Without looking, I undid his pants and yanked them down. With some careful maneuvering, they were off and I threw them in a random direction. Imagine my delight when I reached back down for the boxers…and found that Roxy had gone commando. My, that was interesting.
I pulled away from the kiss again and sat back so I could admire his body. It was so small and skinny. He wasn't muscular at all. He seemed almost like he would break at the slightest touch. How had I never noticed before just how fragile he was? Quickly I discarded my pants and boxers and reached into the drawer of my bedside table. I pulled out the tube of lubricant I had bought that afternoon at the pharmacy. I squeezed out a small amount onto my palm, all the while aware that Roxas' eyes were on me, and rubbed my hands together. I stuck my hand in between his legs and slowly pushed a finger into his entrance.
Instantly, his face screwed up in pain. My heart leapt sickeningly, because I knew that I had caused that pain. But, I knew just as well that if I didn't do this it would hurt even more.
I rubbed his leg soothingly as I inserted another finger and scissored. His cry of pain cut right through me and I was tempted to stop, but he just groaned, "Keep…going…"
I tried to do it as quickly as possible, while simultaneously trying to make it hurt as little as possible. But, there was no getting around the fact that it did hurt. Eventually, though, he got used to it enough and relaxed. When it seemed like he was stretched enough, I removed my fingers and reached for the lube again. This time, I coated my erection with a thin layer of the slimy substance and positioned myself at his entrance. I leaned down and whispered, "Relax," in his ear before kissing him and thrusting at the same time.
I didn't thrust too hard, just enough to get inside, but I knew it had to hurt because he tensed up almost instantly and clung to my shoulders like a lifeline. I broke the kiss.
"You have to relax," I whispered, "Or it's gonna hurt more."
Tears at the corners of his eyes, he nodded. Slowly, he relaxed enough for me to slide in all the way, up to the hilt. I kissed his eyelids each in turn and waited for his okay before I would move.
After a few minutes, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and nodded, urging me to go on. I started at a steady slow pace. I wanted to go fast, really wanted to feel Roxas, but I refused to hurt him. That didn't seem to be a problem, however. After a while, he cried out again. But instead of it being a cry of pain, it was a cry of pleasure.
"Th-there," he said breathlessly, "Hit it…again."
It took a couple tries for me to find the specific spot, but once I had found it I didn't lose it again. I kept hitting it over and over again and each time was rewarded with a cry or moan right in my ear.
It didn't take long at all for Roxas to come right between our stomachs, practically screaming my name. It took a few more thrusts as he clenched around me, before I moaned his name into his ear and came inside of him.
In the dizziness that followed, I was careful to fall to the side and not straight down, so I wouldn't crush him. In doing so, I ended up pulling out of him. Roxas was panting and covered in sweat. His cheeks were bright red and his eyes were glazed over. I had never seen him look more beautiful than at that moment.
I reached over and pulled him to me. He buried his face into my chest and I could feel his breath on my skin. Cleaning up crossed my mind, but both of us were too tired to really do anything at the moment. So we just laid there, basking in the afterglow.
Just as I felt myself begin to drift off, I kissed the top of Roxas' blonde head. "I love you, Roxas," I mumbled, stroking his hair gently. I felt the slightest movement from the blonde and forced my eyes open to find blue eyes staring at me.
"I love you, too, Axel," he said, placing a kiss on my lips. I smiled and allowed my eyes to slide shut, finally.
When Roxas woke up, the first thing he could think of was feeling sore. The events of the previous night came rushing back to him, causing him to smile. When he moved to find Axel on the bed, all that happened was that he winced slightly from the pain and that his hand fell on a piece of paper. His eyes flew open to find no Axel in sight, much to his disappointment.
He brought the paper in his hand closer to his eyes. On it, scribbled hurriedly in Axel's handwriting, were the words,
On the roof.
Roxas frowned. Why the hell was the redhead on the roof? He sat up and stretched, wincing again as a few bones popped. Nevertheless, it did make him feel better. Glancing at the digital clock, he was surprised to find it read 3:24 AM. The blonde rolled his eyes. He'd never get to sleep again without Axel here, so he might as well go join the older boy.
He collected his jeans and slid them on. He didn't bother with finding his shirt again. He couldn't remember where he had thrown the thing and besides, it was warm outside. It may have been nearly December, but it never got cold around here.
It took the blonde a minute to get up the elevator and onto the roof. Luckily, it didn't take much searching to find the redhead. He was sitting on the far end with his legs dangling off the edge, staring out at the town. He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear Roxas as he made his way towards him. It was only when Roxas was right behind him that he noticed the small plume of smoke.
"Since when do you smoke?" He said right into Axel's ear, causing the redhead to jump and look around.
"Roxas!" He said, grinning, taking the cigarette from his mouth. "I was hoping you would wake up and come up here with me."
"You shouldn't have left in the first place," the blonde said, rolling his eyes and sitting next to Axel. "And I repeat: Since when do you smoke?"
"Oh." Axel laughed sheepishly. "I used to, a long time ago. But I quit. Now I only have one on special occasions."
"Hmmm…special, huh?" Roxas plucked the cigarette from his hand and put it out on the concrete next to him. "These things are bad for you. I never want to see you with one again, understood?"
"Yes, mother," Axel said, rolling his eyes light-heartedly. He wrapped his arm around Roxas waist and pulled him close. Roxas, in turn, laid his head on the redhead's shoulder, staring out at the town that he could see for miles.
"Wow," the blonde whispered, "What a beautiful view."
Axel, who was looking at Roxas, kissed the top of his head lightly. "I completely agree."
Sora, unable to be seen by the two, looked on with a serene smile. He had been worried that his brother wouldn't be able to make it, what with the suicide attempts. And there had been a few times that he was actually scared for Roxas' safety. But he was glad it had worked out so well in the end. He was sure that Axel would take care of him.
And now, there was only one thing left to do. The transparent brunette stepped off the edge of the building. But instead of falling, he was suddenly in a lighted kitchen. There was a table in the middle of the room. A platinum-haired youth was slumped over, his head in his hands, asleep. A photograph of him and a young spiky-haired brunette peeked out from under one arm.
Sora smiled sadly. He had been worried for Riku too. But now, it seemed, he would be alright. He had friends who could help him, and someday he would find someone to love just as much as he had loved Sora. Leaning down, the brunette whispered into Riku's ear, "I will always love you, Riku," before disappearing completely.
The platinum-haired boy started awake. He knew he had heard Sora's voice, telling him he loved him. But that wasn't possible.
"Must have been a dream," he muttered miserably, unsticking the picture from his arm and looking at it. His eyes widened as he found test written there, in bright red letters:
Let's meet again, in the next life.
Riku's eyes welled up with tears and he held the picture to his heart, smiling. "Yeah," he said, choking up, "I'll be waiting."
FIN