Ah, Chapter Twelve. We finally have made it this far in our relationship, yes? Been here through some bases. Now time for a little something else. Cough. Anyhoo, I am really joyful right now because not only have I been shopping for the past few hours but I also found out that I'm getting a new laptop, a tablet, and some basic studio programs to behind work on my comics. I'm so happy for this and I've been waiting so freaking long. Story boarding has been a real bitch but I think I'll enjoy it in the end… Even if my art is crap.

Anyways, I would like to thank all of the people who have reviewed to this story thus far, and to all the people who have faved or even put an alert on it. You guys make me happy.

girldemo, your review made me happy. Like seriously happy. I actually dropped the pages of my comic that I was working on to focus on this chapter because of your review. So thanks, haha.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts but if I did then it would have been REALLY entertaining and twisted.

I had been staring at the ceiling for the past I-don't-even-know-how-many goddamned hours and I already felt over worked. It wasn't even a weekend either… Doesn't that really say something about how pitiful my life is? I'm so goddamn lazy but at the same time, I wanted to get up and run around in circles like a kid hyped up on caffeine. Sugar and crack, my friends. Maybe it was because I couldn't sleep. It could have been because my mind was racing around in circles. Who knows? It's a pretty possibility that it's because of my damn horoscope. I don't really know.

I heard the motorcycle pull up around an hour ago and the sound of Axel slamming the door behind him. I didn't go to greet him or anything since he probably figured that I was already asleep. Ha, ha, not so much. A funny thought though. I've been thinking things over ever since he left this morning. A lot of things were going through my mind and most of them were images that I really wanted to live.

I shifted my position on the mattress, feeling the irritation in the front of my jeans. Sighing, I rubbed my temples as I tried to get my thoughts together. Getting them off the red head and how I wanted to feel him against me was not an easy task. Usually that caused me to think of the red head more and thus making the situation worse. It's a never-ending cycle. It's annoying too…

Besides the activities of thinking of the red head and jacking off to the naughty, naughty thoughts, I thought about the consequences of the actions. I could end up without a place to stay if this offends him…

On the other hand, I could end up getting laid…

Without taking another look back, I was already at the door. My body knew that I waited an hour too long and I couldn't hold back any longer. Things were just so damn frustrating! I want some answers… And frankly, I wanted him. I marched down the short hallway, my goal in sight. I, at least, deserved some of the answers to keep myself from going utterly insane…

However, I was frozen right outside his room, completely unsure of what to do.

The door was just right in front of me. Right in front of me! My fingers flexed at my sides, the dark looming around the corridor. Slowly I felt the ceiling tip over, the walls curving in. For some reason I felt very dizzy, claustrophobic, and hot… No, I wasn't nervous. No, I wasn't afraid of what would come next. Not the future. Bring it on! I'll take it on without a second thought!

Think now, act later. Live the life I want to live.

The internal fear I was facing was bullshit anyways. It was like saying, 'I'm not afraid of heights, water, or people.' There is nothing to be afraid of! You see, people misjudge things. When we are scared of something, we always say we're afraid of the cause rather than the effect. It's misleading…

The cold metal touched my fingertips as my outstretched hand was keen on opening the door. My breath was almost nonexistent. A click was heard as the door unlatched and creaked open. My mind registered the action quickly. The door was opening; no going back now. The only option I have is to move forward.

I'm not afraid of heights, water, or people.

The blanket was tangled with long legs, lots of skin was noticeable. The moon shone through the blinds, his skin having a bluish glow. Smooth skin kept my eyes locked onto my goal. I took one step in, making sure not to step on anything on the floor. It wouldn't be a pleasant wakeup call if I tripped over some discarded bundle of clothes, would it? I felt like a mercenary coming in for the kill.

I'm not afraid of heights, water, or people.

My body quickly made the bed shift from the weight at the edge. It didn't seem to matter anyways. Axel didn't stir from his sleep. I was thankful for that. Slowly, I crawled over to the sleeping red head, his face buried into his pillow. At that, I wondered if he could breathe and had to hold back a chuckle. His wild mane distracted me though, my hand instantly reaching out to tuck the pieces back behind his ear. Or at least trying to calm down the fiery mess.

I'm not afraid of heights, water, or people.

Pressure was felt pushing against my hand, his face turning towards me. Bright glossy eyes were looking over me calmly. The Earth stood still as my heart seemed to explode and puncture my lungs.

No, I wasn't afraid of heights, water, or people.

I backed up a little as he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes watching over me.

Only falling, drowning, and rejection.

"Roxas…" he whispered softly, slowly licking his lips and he looked me over. I shuddered at the sight. His lips twitched slightly, the corners twisting upwards in a devious smirk. I didn't know whether that was a green light or red. A 'oh fuck yes' or 'you better watch yourself since I'mma fuck you up.' His gaze was still locked with mine and I found it difficult to advert my eyes. For some reason, I highly doubt he would allow me to anyways.

Quick Rox, think of something witty and charming to say. "It's a sin being so damn sexy all the time. Are you usually such a sinful person?"

Uh… wow… That went better than I thought it would. Maybe I should have more faith in myself…

"I don't know Roxy. Sometimes I can't help to indulge myself." He practically purred as he leaned forward, rising up on his knees a bit to gain an advantage. I let out a slow and steady breath, trying hard not to ruin this little 'moment' by hyperventilating or some stupid shit like that. Axel reached out, his index finger lightly running along my jaw line. "Plus you make it so damn hard for me to control myself. Who's the real devil here?"

"Why stay in control?" I asked quietly, eyeing the red head with wanting eyes.

"Because," he started, gently cupping my cheek before entangling his long finger with locked of my blond hair. With a playful pull, he tugged me closer, where his lips were barely pressed against my ear. A cold shiver ran down my spine as his husky tone filled my head. "I might just end up taking you raw without a second thought." I felt the moist texture of his tongue lightly circling the lobe of my ear, causing my shoulders to become very heavy and cock become attentive. "I'll lick and bite and relentlessly fuck you, making you gasp and moan my name as I cause you to lose yourself again and again. Got it memorized?

I held back from practically throwing myself on top of him, letting him continue to molest my ear and work his way down my jaw line. Finally we were face to face, his eyes filled with lust and utter sin. If I didn't have some control or pride for that matter, I would have just came then and there. My dry lips stuck together as I opened them slightly, "Axel…"

"Hm?"

My eyes slide shut as I let out a groan. Sexual frustration at its best.

A chuckle rang in my ears. It was the last sound I heard before the bed springs creaked and I was flipped over onto my back, my legs spread from the spur of the moment. Axel let out a low husky growl that made a large blush form on my face. I let out a gasp- almost a squeak- as he held my legs open, his thumbs running around the inside of my thighs. "We need to get you out of these useless things." He groaned as he tugged on the fabric. "You got it or do you want me to help?"

I opened my mouth to answer. I'm not incompetent, I'm big enough to undress myself. Or so I thought. Before words could form into carefully formulated answer, he had already taken it upon himself to undo the button and zipper without hesitation. I wasn't complaining, but I kicked myself for thinking Axel actually would take any answer other than 'strip me'. His hands were positioned on the outer sides on my pants. With a forceful pull, the jeans were already over my ass and on their way off. I let him continue undressing me and pulled the shirt over my head, throwing the article of clothing out of sight and out of mind.

As I tossed the shirt to the side, he had already successfully taken off my jeans and boxers, leaving me completely exposed to his hungry eyes. I felt another blush work its way onto my face, "You know," he began, taking off his own shirt now. "I like you like that."

"What? Completely at your will, naked, and completely turned on?" I slapped a hand over my mouth, but I was unable to hold the sarcasm back. Oh shit, what the hell did I just say?

He clicked his tongue, still smirking and now slowly thumbing the top seams of his pants. "No silly." Quickly he bent down, hovering overtop of me. Red hair flopped to one side, the contrast in color making his eyes even more vibrant than at a distance. "I like it when you blush."

I looked away as he chuckled, but inhaled a sharp breath as hands began running over my body, his tongue massaging the skin on my neck. Shutting my eyes, I let the red head go wild, nipping and sucking, touching and massaging. My lower half rocked against his as he continued his antics, causing him to gradually increase in speed and want in his movements. Our breathing was quick and strained; sweat began to form on our skin as we quickened the advancements. His tongue slowly began to move down from my neck, traveling down my chest and stopping at my attentive member. He glanced up at me with a devilish grin.

My eyes rolled back as he began to lightly tease me, his tongue flicking across the tip of my cock. I gasped as he continued to abuse this power. I moaned when I should be cursing. This was utter torture and he knew it. "Please Axel. Stop teasing me."

He stopped as he was told. The good boy act wouldn't last for long though, I knew that much. "Then what do you want me to do? Don't you like the attention I'm giving you?"

"Y-yes but… Don't make me say it."

Another lopsided grin. "Too damn cute."

I felt him move to change positions once again. Hands helped pulled me up, flipping me over so I was now on my stomach. Both hands rested on either side of my ass, cupping it firmly. Apparently he knew what was on my mind- not like it was hard to guess or anything- and understood I would rather get straight down to business. I tried to bury my face in the mattress but he pulled me up off my stomach onto my hands and knees. It was more comfortable, decreasing the odd flutter sensation in my stomach. He lightly smacked my ass playfully, holding it tight.

When he inserted one digit, I let out a small gasp, my fingers clutching the sheets desperately. This was driving me insane but I knew I had to wait only a little while longer as he added one more finger. He kept his distance though; the only contact was one hand readying me and the other flat on my back. I tried to keep myself contained as his fingers brushed up against a spot inside me. Suddenly I arched back, my cock already leaking with precum. "A-Axel! There…"

"You mean right there?" He asked against as he thrust his fingers in and out of me. I gasped, on the verge of going crazy. Pushing against his hand, I turned my head to see a smirk across his lips. "Beg for it Roxas."

"Nnn- Damn it… Axel…" I felt the absence of finger as soon as I moaned his name. My body tensed up as he positioned himself behind me. At the time I couldn't see any lubrication, but I had some faith that Axel understood that I needed it, especially if he didn't want to spilt me open. Then I felt the tip of his cock pushing at my entrance and I unconsciously stopped breathing.

He didn't stop like in the books, asking if I was all right. There wasn't even a little pause in his movements. No encouraging, "You have to relax," or even an, "Are you okay with this?" However Axel took it slow, knowing well not to push my limits. He obviously assumed since I wasn't pulling away that I was ready for this and continued to move inside me. I could not decide on whether I liked the fact he expressed no concern for me. Somehow, I felt that it would seem more intimate that way and we didn't need that, nowwould we? That would just complicate this thing further.

Sadly, I've read enough books in my day to know how to steady my breathing and push past the pain. Most people see them as a literary smut-feast… I see them as survival guides.

He started to pick up the pace after sliding in and out a couple of times. Right as he hit the spot from before, I arched back, making a startled moan. My voice didn't sound like mine anymore. I was too caught up in the moment, consumed with pain and pleasure to even think straight. All I could register was heavy panting and the impact of his thrusts. The moan seemed to satisfy him as he began moving faster. The heat of our bodies was becoming unbearable and I was finding that pleasure had quickly overcome the pain; the hand that had reached around to grasp my neglected member distracted me greatly.

I let out a cry of pleasure as his hand pumped my cock in time with his thrusts. My elbows wobbled from the intensity and I found myself breaking down sooner than expected. However, right as my forehead touched the mattress, I felt the hand on my hip leave and fingers lace through my blond spikes appear. Before I had time to react, he violently pulled me up so I was now on my knees, his thrusts continuing even faster now. A small choked moan escaped as he held me up against his rock hard body, one hand rapidly jacking me off while the other clutched onto my chest for dear life. I leaned back into this tight hold, my neck craned at an angle to catch his gaze. His hair was utterly wild, sweat dripped from his brow as he stared down at me with sinful glossy eyes.

"Axel I'm gonna-"

My eyes shot open, my body coated in a thin layer of sweat. Frantically I stood up, scanning the room to find myself alone. In my room. Shit, you gotta be kidding me. I let out a shaky, startled breath, trying to regain focus on what's real and what's fantasy. My hands clutched at the sheets, throwing them to the floor in a heap. With a curse, I noticed that my dreams were taunting me… And that my pants were sticking to my skin now. I frowned, slowly rising from the bed, sluggishly changing and cleaning up my mess before I was given the chance to damage my pride any further.

Then again, the complete change of clothes didn't help much since I was still fucking hard. Somehow that seemed impossible… I've had other sex dreams before. Granted, none of them were with Axel and none of them had me begging like a bitch but it's not like I'm a virgin to sex-filled dreams. Why is my body burning up so badly? Was I really this frustrated?

The image of Olette pinching my cheeks and saying, "Aw, poor little Roxas' uke side is out and about," made me want to slap myself in the face repeatedly. With a dildo nonetheless.

However the images of the dream continued to haunt me, no matter how hard I tried to brush it off my shoulder. The look of pure vigor as Axel pinned me down to the bed and ravished my body. His tongue trailing all over my skin until it was almost unbearable. Our movements frantic and needy, the feeling of him moving in and out of me drove me completely insane even if it was only part of my imagination. I want it. I want it bad.

I took a step outside the room, venturing into the corridor. I was looking around, searching for any sign or A- I froze. "No Roxas, don't think about him." I firmly said to myself as I walked into the bathroom, shaking my head. Quickly I turned on the facet and splash my face with cold water. After that, I took a good look at myself in the mirror. "You don't even know if he'll have sex with you so stop having thoughts about it!"

You can obviously tell that my rational side-aka the angel on my shoulder- tried to step in. Shall we even attempt to look into what the devil Roxas has to say about this?

'Y U NO HAV SEX? GET AXEL 2 GIV U MOAR'

Frowning, I held back from slapping myself again. Not only was devil Roxas more of a horny bastard than I am… But he can't even speak correctly when my body is this turned on.

My eyes gazed at my reflection, slowly moving to looking over my shoulder. The thought of a nice cold shower passed my mind, but then again the thoughts would just keep coming after the shower. There would be no stopping them because-hell, that was the most erotic dream of my short life. I sighed, scolded myself for thinking about it again, and staggered out into the empty living room.

I looked at the clock out of curiosity and almost fainted. It was three minutes till ten and my heart nearly exploded from my chest when I heard the roar of a very familiar death machine in the distance. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Pretend I'm asleep so I don't have to see him? Maybe food will help my problem. If I think about food then the thought of sex would be out of the question… Especially since I'm completely against using any kind of food in the bedroom… No exceptions.

Then the thought came to mind, bring along many new images of a lustful Axel licking chocolate off me. Whipped cream and Axel. A true banana split sundae that I would take any day. Better yet, him with sea salt ice cream dribbled all over his torso, the drips slowly making their way down to his- my cock twitched in excitement. Damn it, maybe I can make an exception to some of my rules because it's him.

Obviously food won't help. Maybe slamming my head with the refrigerator door will?

I ran for it when the engine cut off and dove for the kitchen. Without really thinking, I violently facepalmed, repeating, "Stop thinking. Stop thinking. Stop thinking," over and over again.

After my small mental breakdown, I heard him fiddle with the lock before pushing the door open. Playfully he called out a loud, "Honey I'm home!" I muffled a bitter laugh as I started to causally search the cupboard for something- anything to take my mind off my dream. Obviously my plan was not working so well, especially with him here. "Roxas?"

Shit. "I'm in the kitchen."

Quickly I turned my back towards the door, making sure I couldn't see him. I heard his footsteps against the title, stopping somewhere near the table. He let out a faint chuckle. "Where you should be. And here I thought I would have to teach you your place in the world…"

How would he teach me? Because if it was anything like the dream… I'll jump that ship any damn day. Damn it Roxas, stop thinking about the stupid fantasy!

Wow… I think this is the first time that I actually wanted to control myself around the red head. Maybe that's because I don't want to admit that he has some kind of hold over me.

A- um… Casual hold. Yes…

"Uh…" When I didn't react, he took it as a different kind of sign. "It was a joke, Rox."

I gave a short nod, closing the cabinet I was just searching through and placing my palms on the counter. Refusing to look him in the face, I focused on the strange design on the wallpaper. I continued my staring contest with the inanimate object, waiting for Axel to just give up and leave me the hell alone. However, as usual, things didn't work out that way.

Gradually, he started moving closer, "Hey Rox. Something wrong?"

He's coming closer while I'm bending over like this! Taking a chance, I turned around, my back now against the counter. Still yet, I refused to even glance at him. Instead, I carefully looked over my nails. Man, I'm losing Man Points by the second. I shook my head though, making sure to answer his question. "Nothing."

He stopped again, only this time a foot or so away from me. "You bored? I'm thinking we should go out for some take out. Chinese maybe?"

Don't you even dare think about bribing me. I continued to inspect my nails, trying to hold myself back from making eye contact. Nonchalantly, I shrugged at his question, flexing my fingers idly. "Chinese sounds good… But I actually had something else in mind." I paused, placing my hand behind my back to rest on the counter. "If you're up for it."

"And what would that be?"

I finally looked up, seeing the amused look on his face. "Fuck me."

The room stood still and I was pretty sure he heard my heart hammering in my chest. It wasn't from anxiety, it was sheer panic. His expression was unreadable but I wasn't willing to look away. I just needed some kind of sign to show what fucking path we're on.

After what seemed like forever, his eyebrows quirked up and he pursed his lips in thought. He glanced to the side briefly before looking back and giving me that lopsided grin of his. "Okay."

-End of Chapter 12- That was so fucking fun to write. When Axel gets home, Axel acts like me to my fiancé… Because he is totally the woman. He makes me smandmichs… I thoroughly believe that Roxas, when he is very agitated and on the brink of sexual frustration… loses all tact and subtly. ?

My head hurts to freaking bad but I wanted to have this posted sometime soon and I looked over it but then again I have the worst headache in the world so I probably fucked everything up and oh my frickin gawd my head. So please tell me if I made a mistake because… I'll fix it. My head hurts so bad…

By the way, want to know something odd. Horny is not in my spellcheck. Horny is not in my spellcheck. Horny is not in my spellcheck. My jeeze.

Review if you wish, tell me what you think, tell me that I should actually work on this story more.

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