Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Akuroku: melty Frosty ❯ melty Frosty ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

“Are you still mad?” Roxas asked Axel. He was lying across the couch, his head on the redhead's lap.

 

“You torment me on purpose,” Axel sulked. “I hardly think hot chocolate makes up for it.” His hand lay lightly across Roxas' stomach, his gaze on the snow falling beyond the window. It had gotten darker and colder already since they'd come inside.

 

“It wasn't so bad,” Roxas prodded him.

 

“Ha! See if you get me outside again,” he muttered. He hated the cold, hated the snow, and had suffered it only since Roxas had begged him for assistance with building his version of `Frosty the Snowman'. He should've known something was up when the rapidly deforming `Frosty' coincided not with anger or disappointment in Roxas' blue eyes, but rapidly increasing amusement.

 

“Aw, c'mon, Axel,” He said silkily as he looked up into the fire-handler's aqua eyes. His fingers ran light circles and soothing strokes over the hand resting on his stomach. “Let me make it up to you.”

 

Roxas wound his fingers around Axel's wrist, pulling it out and away, bringing the mildly protesting redhead's lips within reach. Axel's mouth was hot and sweet, sliding over his. The hot chocolate they'd shared lingered deliciously between them.

 

Roxas released Axel's wrist. He ran his hand up a smooth arm, as it wrapped around him, across his shoulder and into the crimson tresses. He tipped his head back and let the redhead ravish his mouth wantonly.

 

It was probably bad of him to enjoy teasing Axel so much, but the way he pouted angrily as he apologized for melting stuff was adorable. It was like a running gag by now, but Roxas still hadn't tired of it. Axel followed him into these setups so blindly, never suspecting his `innocent' blonde companion, despite his track record. He always got so flustered when he realized he might have been duped again, but he was never 100% sure if that was the case, so he'd start dispelling blame for whatever had happened instead of getting angry.

 

Afterwards, Roxas would do little things to win back the redhead's affections, secretly loving the slightly vulnerable way Axel regarded him until he was forgiven. It was a side of him no one else really got to see. The redhead usually exuded capability, wry sarcasm, and confidence as easily as breathing.

 

“Mmmm,” he heard himself moan against soft lips. Things were rapidly heating up; Axel's hands had found their way under his shirt, warming his slightly cool skin with possessive surety.

 

“You drive me crazy,” Axel murmured, breathing in the scent of him.

 

Roxas' stomach did a little flip at the sexily husky voice.

 

He always tread a thin line with Axel; if he teased too much, the redhead would lose that gentile quality, shedding it for smoldering intensity, quickly overwhelming him with this desire that sparked between them.

 

As wonderful as that could be, it wasn't what he had in mind this time.

 

“Does that mean you're forgiving me?” he asked impishly.

 

“Hardly.”

 

“Well, then. If that's the case…” Roxas replied slyly, disentangling himself and getting up off the couch. It was extremely hard to do, especially when Axel was looking at him like that. His aqua eyes were burning with lust.

 

“Where are you going?” Uncertainty crept back into his gaze as Roxas went towards the other room.

 

Roxas paused at the doorway to the cabin's bedroom, throwing a fair attempt at an impassive look over his shoulder. “You coming?”

 

 

 

Axel slowly unfolded himself off the couch, and slunk after him warily.

 

He peered into the darkening gloom of the bedroom, taking a few steps in. The blonde was nowhere in sight. “Roxas?”

 

He heard the door swing closed, and soon felt hands sliding down his back and over his hips.

 

“Don't move,” came the whispered reply.

 

Axel shivered. Fingers tangled into his hair. Lips ghosted across his shoulder, and up the side of his neck where the hair had been brushed aside. The other hand trailed low across his stomach, teasingly slipping under the waistband of his pants.

 

Every once in a while Roxas turned the tables on him, making him relinquish control. It was always such exquisite torture…. impatiently fighting the impulses that raged through his being, while Roxas was so near.

 

It was so very difficult to stand there wanting, feeling the blonde's hands on him, and not being able to turn and pull his body crushingly close. To be denied full access to such inviting lips. To have to wait upon the blonde's whim.

 

Those hands smoothed up his sides, the shirt catching on them as they moved ever so slowly upward. They reached his ribs, and he raised his arms, allowing the unhindered removal of the garment.

 

Roxas' bare chest pressed warmly to his back, as arms circled him once more, deft hands working the clasp on his pants. Teasing caresses followed each newly exposed inch of skin as the pants were slid down incrementally. Roxas' mouth trailed down his back and side, matching the cloth's descent. Bolder caresses skirted aching flesh. Axel felt like he was on fire.

 

“Roooxas,” he groaned, “I…” He bit down on his lip to stop the words. I can't hold back much longer, you little tease. You're driving mecrazy.

 

“Lie on the bed,” the tease commanded softly, nudging him forward.

 

Axel did as he was bidden, reclining back on the mattress, pleased that the blonde was no longer hidden from his eyes. He was beautiful in the half-light, removing his own pants with tantalizingly slow deliberateness, blue eyes hooded.

 

Roxas sauntered over to him then, making every move count, and Axel thought he would expire at the sight. His eyes raked over long legs, and slim hips, and kissable lips curved into a maddeningly sexy smile.

 

The blonde crawled onto the bed slinkily, straddling Axel's hips, and forcing him back in one fluid motion.

 

“Make love to me,” he whispered huskily in the redhead's ear.

 

 

 

Axel ran his hands over Roxas' gently rounded back and the curve of his buttocks, causing the blonde to arch sinuously into the touch. He reached for the small tube of lubricant Roxas had dropped onto the comforter moments before.

 

Roxas lay down on top of him, catching him in a fierce kiss as he rolled his hips against Axel, making him drop the tube. It fell from his grip, temporarily forgotten, his hand clenching emptily. “Mnnnn… ahh,” the redhead moaned, as white-hot aching flared and pooled in his groin.

 

Roxas was really testing his control, now. He could hardly form a coherent thought. He was reduced to remembered images of Roxas thrashing beneath him, a hot flush to his cheeks. The tightly shut eyes, the gasping mouth. The feel of him, the sounds of pleasure he made in the throes of passion.

 

Axel's hand shook as he located the tube once more and squeezed out some of the liquidy gel.

 

He stretched his lover without further incident, the blonde's face tucked into the crook of his neck the entire time. He regained a small fragment of composure in the process, holding the boy's body protectively to his as he touched him, stroking his wild blonde hair.

 

 

Roxas felt the fingers leave him. He lifted his head, kissing Axel lingeringly before sliding down the redhead's body to tease a nipple with a swirl and flick of his tongue. The response was immediate. Axel's body coiled and bucked against his, his breathing now escaping in light pants.

 

He pulled the bud into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and grazing it with his teeth. Axel was holding back admirably. His whole body was shaking with fine tremors from the effort.

 

It was moving to know that Axel would do what he asked, even if he didn't understand

why it was being asked. Even if Roxas didn't understand why he asked this of him. It was an implicitly trusting and intimate gesture, and it made Roxas love him all the more for it.

 

He rose to his knees and hovered above Axel, widely straddling him, feeling hands rise up to rest on his hips. He allowed those beloved hands to guide him gently down. Into the tension and pressure of entry, and through. He was sinking down until he was tightly filled with all the passion of his lover. Roxas gasped, his head falling forward as he adjusted to the pulsing inside of him, to the completeness he always felt at their joining.

 

Axel stroked his leg reassuringly, eyes meeting his hazily. “I love you,” he said with a haphazard smile.

 

“I love you, too…” Roxas rocked his body forward, wanting to feel his lover move within him, making them both gasp. “…Axel,” he breathed.

 

Axel couldn't take it anymore, the motion sent shockwaves down his length, and hearing his name so airily on his lover's lips...

 

He gripped Roxas' hips and thrust up into him, drawing them into a ragged pace of give-and-take.

 

“Uhnnn. God…. Aaaaxel.” So much for control, Roxas thought. He was giving it all back. He couldn't compete with the rocking, rolling push of his lover. So, he gave up and let Axel pull him through it, guiding his body's every movement.

 

It was with dizzying momentum that Roxas climaxed, and only Axel's hands upon him held him upright.

 

Axel's fingers spasmed and clenched upon Roxas' hips as the blonde clamped down hotly around him. It was almost painful, but that just spiked the pleasure of it all, until he couldn't hold off any longer. His back arched as his hips drove upwards one final time, a shattered moan escaping his lips.

 

He fell limply back onto the bed and pulled Roxas to him, kissing him with all the love he felt for the other boy.

 

 

 

Roxas propped himself up on an elbow. “Forgiven?” he inquired, smiling sleepily at him.

 

Axel eyed him, quirking a brow. “You know I can't stay mad at you.”

 

“That's because my apologies are so convincing,” he said smugly.

 

“Mmm,” Axel nuzzled the blonde's neck, tickling him. “That's one way of putting it.”

 

Roxas laughed. “So you'll go outside with me again tomorrow?”

 

“Not a chance.”