Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Roxas' Boxer Brigade ❯ Roxas' Boxer Brigade ( One-Shot )

Author's Note: I was forced at gunpoint to rewrite part of a friend's very short story for her. I know almost nothing about the game, but after playing it for four hours to get through the intro, I know a little more... not that it counts for anything. If you want to read the original version, please visti :iconlonepichu:'s page and find it in her journal. The basic ideas are hers--I'm just expanding on them and putting them in my own words. Also, she wanted some Roxas x Axel smex because she's an obsessive fangirl who owes me her soul and now I just have one more reason for her to be in my debt. >=3 without further ado, I give you my version of "Roxas's Boxer Brigade."

*Note: This is from my very own personal view point as well, so if they seem a little OOC or if the text is too uh..... 'sarcastic' then... get over it :P

*beware of typos...

 

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"Whatchu gonna do wit' all that junk, all that junk inside yo' trunk," Axel sang, jamming in the shower and running lathered fingers through his hair, styling the mass of red-orange tresses into a giant unicorn-like spike. Some might think Axel was spermophobic, and for those who didn't know him, Axel was the touchy feely kind of guy when it came to Roxas, denying the fact that if Axel was spermophobic, it didn't apply when he was getting dirty with the boy. No, Axel had a thing for showering. And Roxas. And gorging on sea salt ice cream which was pretty good warm too. But mostly Roxas.

 

"I'ma get get get get you drunk," he jammed, dancing and jazzing up his hair as he rinsed it out, finishing the phrase with a crescendo, "getchu love drunk off my humps!" On the other end of the room on the other side of a wall, Roxas was walking into Axel's room with every intention of shoving his keyblade into parts of Axel where the sun don't shine much. Axel's living in darkness aside, the boy had to smirk upon the thought that his sadistic bastard of a friend would enjoy Roxas' torturing him in such ways. Roxas was on a mission to receive a drawer full of missing boxers, which had been incrementally migrating to Axel's room over a period of time. Roxas didn't see how or why Axel could fit his boxers, and he didn't care that much; when the procrastinating bastard was too lazy to even use his own toothbrush, much less his own toothpaste when it was much easier to steal it from Roxas' mouth--needless to say--you sort of got used to the fact that you felt like you were living in a fraternity with a man that was slob enough, and lackadaisy enough, for three or four people. Pretty soon Roxas would have to put his boxers up for rent; he couldn't even get ONE pair to wear after his own shower, now could he?

 

Searching about the room which apparently didn't house the red-maned pyro-maniac, Roxas called, "Aaaaaaaxeeeeeel? Where the hell are you? The Darkness shouldn't be THAT big......" The faintest noise was heard above the constant running of the shower.

 

"My hump, my hump my hump my hump, you love my lady lumps." Despite the embarrassing fact that Axel could have been referring to a number of things, it was quite clear that only The Black Eyed Peas would create a song that could intoxicate the man who not only acted three in an ice cream shop, but was also an assassin. Then again he did tend to pick stupid songs, and he hummed and sang them at the oddest of times. If Roxas heard one more remix of "Chiisaki Mono," while Axel was frying raspberries in the nude at three in the morning, he was going to die.

 

'Fine, if you're going to sing horribly, then I will get you back for it.....' Roxas schemed, a smile creeping into his face as a wonderfully brilliant idea popped into his little sandy-brown skull. Rubbing his hands together like all good evil people do and bearing a grin that would freak even Ansem himself out, Roxas opened the door to darkness and the next thing he knew he was in Vexen's room. The blonde cocked a brow at him, looking up from the magazine he was reading, reclined like a cat stretching out to bask in the sun.

 

"Yes?"

 

"I need a bucket of ice," Roxas said, voice demanding yet monotonous.

 

Number four of the organization allowed large droplets of water to form in his hands, freezing into various sized ice cubes. He conjured a bucket to put them in.

 

"You want ice?" He looked cold and hard at Roxas. Vexen might be able to control the element ice but that didn't mean people had to abuse him for it. "Why?" Roxas huffed and rolled his eyes impatiently.

 

"Because I'm making an ice skating rink. Come on Vexen! I don't just WANT it... I NEED it. Axel's singing again." Vexen visibly cringed.

 

"And what do you plan on doing? Stick ice down his pants?" The elder shrugged and held out the bucket of ice which the boy took gingerly. "Whatever." Vexen couldn't help but suppress a grin, which shone mischievously in his eyes, giving him away. Returning to Axel's room, the bucket in tow, Roxas slipped under the door, nothing but a shadow, before appearing on the other side where Axel was now howling at the top of his lungs.

 

"They treat me really nicely, they buy me all these ices--OH MY GOD THAT'S COLD!" before a deluge of ice so cold that only Shiva herself--or Vexen himself--could possibly render. A girly squeal escaped Axel's lips before he tore the shower curtain back, glaring around for the persecutor. Roxas stood back, smiling devilishly and admiring his handy work.

 

"By the way, Axel," he said smugly, thumb on his chin and forefinger on his cheek, "I didn't buy 'all these ices.'" Axel glowered, frowning.

 

"The hell was that for? I was just getting to the good part!" he snarled.

 

"The good part is when the song ends, and by the sound of it you were on repeat." Roxas laughed to himself.

 

"Why you...!" was all the red headed young man needed before woe-and-behold, he was suddenly entangled in a shower curtain that was desperately fighting for its life, an angry young boy who was giving a shout and then crying out in pain, and his own legs that managed to deceive him by slipping on a stray ice cube.

 

Roxas laughed, having recovered and taken a good look at his companion's shell-shocked, surprised face. Shoving the shower curtain, Axel, and the accompanying ice bucket aside, he couldn't help but comment.

 

"You're almost as graceful as an elephant with two left feet falling from a tree... honestly!"

 

"That....that was cold!" Axel gasped, managing a shout as he pushed himself up from the tiled floor to sitting position, rubbing his wounded shoulder. Unperturbed by the fact that there was a grumpy naked man in front of him, Roxas stood to account for his injuries.

 

"Did you have to take ALL of my boxers? I mean what, are you starting a collection or something?" he inquired, deciding that the brunt of the blow had been out of shock more than hurt. "How am I supposed to get out of a shower and put my boxers on when I don't HAVE any to put on?" Roxas was glaring at Axel, more inquisitive than upset, hands on his hips like a school-girl Kairi before he was down and out for the count for the second time in the past five minutes.

 

"Well if I'm starting a collection," Axel grunted, stripping the agitated boy of his clothes and pulling a pair of Mickey Mouse ear print boxer free from lanky legs, "then I'll need these." Despite the words of confusion and protest, Axel managed to drag a flailing Roxas under the spray of water, which now had range through the entire bathroom, thanks to the absence of the shower curtain. The pyro-maniac was scrubbing Roxas like a mother cat cleaning her kitten before the youngin' even knew what was happening, the ice having melted already.

 

"Ax......what the?" Roxas attempted to form a sentence but was cut off as shower spray hit him full in the face. In record time Roxas was cleaned.

 

'If he can wash ME this quickly, why does HE spend hours in the shower at a time?' he wondered, disgruntled that he had been so roughly handled.

 

"Good, now you've had your shower, and as an added bonus, I'll lend you a pair of my boxers but I expect them back!" Axel said, shoving Roxas out of the shower, locating the Mickey Mouse boxers among Roxas' pile of clothes, and throwing them at the sandy-haired boy who caught them off guard. A cotton towel was thrown at him as well.

 

"Awww.... you can't say you didn't enjoy that now, huh <I>Roxanne</I>?" Axel cooed, knotting a towel around his waist with a laugh, red hair managing to stick out like a soggy porcuipine.

 

The youngest member of the organization grunted and glared upon the mentioning of Axel's nickname for him.

 

"Heehee," Axel grinned wolfishly, green eyes gleaming, Roxas' pants swinging around his hand. "As for the boxers.... yours just feel oh-so-good! How can I resist the baby soft feel of them against my bare flesh.....kinda like you." His voice lowered and he cocked a questioning brow at Roxas, intimating a situation that Roxas hadn't yet decided if he wanted to avoid or not. "Maybe I should blame it on your laundering skills." He stalked closer to where Roxas now sat, having stomped towards the bed and muttering under his breath, "I'll show you Roxanne."

 

"Hmm.... I wonder what kind of fabric softener you use?" Axel had dropped Roxas' pants, climbing lithely on the bed. He was positioned right behind Roxas; his presence this close made the boy shudder. "Well?" the red head couldn't help but slide his hands down the boy's shoulders to rest on his upper arms, a teasing tongue flicking out and gently brushing Roxas' ear. Roxas shivered in the predator's clutches.

 

"You just want to get in my pants! There are easier ways you know!" he breathed, his tone angry but failing miserably as a hand sneaked its way across his belly, his muscle retracting at the touch.

 

"Oh really?" his companion hissed in his ear, his other hand surreptitiously finding a course across Roxas' chest, searching for a perked nipple to play with. Finding his prize, the body beneath him went utterly taut, tense under the sensation of being ravaged.

 

"Care to show me? Or should I find out myself?" The hand that had once been on Roxas' belly was wavering dangerously closer to his waistband. The boy could sense the grin on the old fox's face and it annoyed him that the bastard could try to control him like that.

 

"Get your mind out of the gutter! You're not exactly Setzer!" Roxas cried with renewed vengeance, quickly twisting around and pouncing on the red head, pinning him firmly by the shoulders to the mattress of the bed. Axel's arms were embracing his friend in a superficial hug, unsure of what had just happened.

 

"Besides," Roxas said, lowering his voice, eyes revealing veiled mischief, clouded with.......another emotion, "for an elephant even YOU'RE pretty slow. You disgrace the fact that they can reach speeds of up to twenty miles an hour. Shame!" He smiled, a sincere and pleasant smile before delicately brushing his lips against Axel's. The water was still running, Axel having been too enthralled with Roxas' naked form to remember than Xemnas payed the water bill. Who knew? Maybe Vexen would be hired to supply their ice for bathing, and Axel could heat things up--with Roxas of course. In fact he would right now. With a laugh at the reoccurring song in his head, Axel withheld no restraint, running his hands up Roxas' thighs and groping the young ass under silky boxers, eliciting wide blue eyes.

 

"Whatchu gonna do wit' all that ass, all that ass inside those jeans?" he sang in a low voice, dancing like a pole stripper if ever he was one, wiggling like a little snake under Roxas who merely groaned. Axel had to ruin the moment didn't he? Squeezing the blonde's ass, Axel continued. "I'ma make make make make you scream, make you scream, make you scream!" Axel laughed softly again, hands continuing to caress pale flesh. "Or moan," he added, hugging the boy close and attacking his neck, a strong grip keeping Roxas from refusing him. Ahh he could see it years from now; the title, "Axel the Molestor," or "Axel the Pedophile," hanging over his head, but it was a fair enough nickname in exchange for getting away with calling his beloved 'Roxanne.'

 

The body above him squirmed as Roxas tried to free himself, but to no avail. He was more agile, speedier and thus more evasive than Axel, but the raving pyro was physically stronger than he was. He really wanted to reorganize his boxer drawer, if he could even find all his boxers, but something was telling him there was no way Axel would let him out of the predicament--unless of course the man wished for a bloodied face to match his flaming hair.

 

"What's wrong? Don't like the tiger?" Axel teased, biting the joint between Roxas' neck and shoulder with a growl. Roxas never went down without a fight but that's what Axel enjoyed most. Flipping him over, Axel now sat dominantly on Roxas' stomach, hands keeping fists at bay above sandy colored hair. The boy's expression was screwed up in something of a cross between determination to win, annoyance, and lust. Axel grinned, working the spit in his mouth. Oh yes, he would make this boy scream. Roxas realized what Axel was going to do and watched in horror as a wad of spit dangled perilously close to his precious skin. Sucking his belly in to avoid the disgusting mucus, Roxas wondered how he could ever put up with the jack-ass.

 

"Axel! That's so gross!" he shouted as the man slurped the spit back up with another toothy grin. "And SO not sexy," the boy added in a small voice with a pout.

 

"Aww I love it when you pout," Axel purred, kissing Roxas' cheek and trading one hand to trail back down his adversary's belly, finally able to capture his prize without protest. The blonde's eyes fluttered close, a faint blush gracing his face as he swallowed hard with a groan. Damn Axel for teasing him like this. Damn him even more for making him hard so quickly.

 

The red head snickered, going back to nibbling Roxas' exposed neck, planning to leave the largest hickey he could manage. With teeth and tongue in pace to the hand now stroking the uke's prominate body under the Mickey Mouse boxers, Axel felt smaller fingers twining in his hair. With Roxas' hand freed he could pull at Axel's hair all afternoon long and not worry about the pallor of a red and bruised scalp mismatching flaming red hair. Damn him for taking advantage.... Roxas stuttered a moan, braced against the bed and bucking into Axel's hand, brows furrowed and barely able to manage a groan caught in his throat while the seme fervently began to kiss his way down the boy's chest, pausing long enough to use his tongue and teeth to lavish pink nipples. Axel continued the precarious trek down Roxas' body, noticing with internal self-regard that he could make the boy's stomach dip and contract under mere touch alone.

 

"All right, time to put these back in my collection," Axel remarked, tearing the boxers off with gusto, grinning and bearing down on Roxas with a smile as he kissed the boy, passionately, tongue tasting another mouth, cool and pleasant. With tongue darting in and out, teasing Roxas to come out and play, Axel allowed his hands to travel to slender hips, sure that his prey wouldn't escape, allowing Roxas the freedom of untying the towel between them to let Axel shine in all his naked glory. Hugging his companion closer, Roxas pressed their bodies together, moaning in the red head's mouth. Wantonly, he began to rub against Axel, rolling his hips for just a little bit of friction.

 

Axel grunted, smiling lopsidedly as he pulled away from Roxas whose clouded cerulean eyes were half obscured by thick lashes, lips swollen red and pouting, one skinny arm still arched over his head.

 

"Somehow boy, I don't think you can take me," he smirked, winking but nonetheless corrupting the boy's body with two long, pallid fingers. Roxas' voice caught in his throat before he could respond, eyes widening, then falling closed as a short breathy moan escaped his lips. His young body pressed against Axel's taunt stomach, rubbing their arousals together in attempt to work against the fingers inside his tight ass. The sandy haired boy twitched as Axel rubbed deeper into his body, brushing the sweet spot before pressing firmly and caressing for all he was worth.

 

"Ahh..... Ax....el...." Roxas panted, head rolling from either side, muscles contracting and releasing with every touch, every spasm a wave of pleasure throughout his body. "I want you," he breathed, looking up with lust-laden worrisome eyes once Axel had given him enough time to regain his wits. Screw being dominant; in this situation Roxas was completely helpless. Heheh screw..... Axel watched Roxas' reaction as he prepped the boy. Every time seemed like a first time, even though they didn't really do it that often.

 

"We can make it a habit," Axel murmured quietly to himself as Roxas' eyes closed, groaning as Axel took him, one slow inch at a time. Completely in, his own lust starting to get the better of him, he started a steady rhythmic pace against the boy's body.

 

Roxas panted with every thrust, body moving against the bed sheets, hands clutching for something to grasp. About to go insane with the slow pace, he half sat up, moaning loudly when his sudden action only caused Axel to penetrate him even deeper, and grabbed his companion desperately around the shoulders before falling backwards, panting. Heart beating, he heard a short snicker from the red head who only held the narrow hips in place and continued to work against him.

 

"No good," Axel panted. "I need leverage." With that he sat up with a grunt, draping Roxas' legs over his arms, muscles knotting as he picked up his pace, thrusts cresting a little faster and harder each time. Roxas moaned loudly, writhing beneath the man atop him, tears lining his eyes, partially from pain, partially from pleasure. He bit Axel savagely on the shoulder to keep from crying out. Axel was melting like warm sugar and blearily couldn't help himself. Giving into his lust and completely ignoring Roxas' cries to be a little more gentle, he unleashed his beastial temptations, bruising the boy's hips as he ferverishly worked the boy into a loose, writhing, moaning tangle of arms and legs. Nearing the peak of his climax, the red head was able to half prop Roxas against the headboard without missing a beat, his small groans matching his ruthless rhythm as the uke collapsed into eclipses of moans and pants, wanting so badly to wrap his legs securely around Axel's waist. With a fraction of a second's pause, he managed to disengage his legs from their previous position, bucking forward violently as Axel came with a husky moan. Roxas whined a shamelessly loud moan as well, almost an entire octave higher than Axel's as he rode the man a little deeper, his own release strewn across the red head's belly, legs wrapped around Axel. Roxas sat, half inclined on the heels of his hands as he tried to regain his breath, body sweating and chest heaving, eyes closed as the pleasure washed over him, Axel gently rocking shallowly against him.

 

Finally, the boy sat up in Axel's lap, hugging him and sighing contently, head resting against a bony shoulder. Axel traced patterns along Roxas' back.

 

"Hmmm..... is the water still running?" he asked, aware that the sound of rushing water had never ceased. Roxas laughed uncertainly.

 

"Yeah, sounds like it......" Axel grinned into his companion's neck.

 

"Good, we can clean up and do it all over again," he smirked. Roxas pulled away, rolling his eyes. Pulling out with a slight wince, a blush yet again crossing his countenance, Roxas stood, finding a chest of drawers to support his gelatin-like legs.

 

"Glad to know I can do that to ya," Axel winked, laughing as he watched the moody boy sigh and shake his head, headed for the shower. From within the depths of the bedroom where Axel was residing, Roxas could hear above the gush of water from the shower, a voice that couldn't carry a tune in a bucket if its life depended on it.

 

"They say I'm really sexy, the boys they wanna sex me, they always standing next to me, always dancing next to me...." He needed more ice.

 

~END

 

A/N: Tzy can I have my CD back please? I wanna listen to "My Humps" now XD oh btw I love this quote form ur version: Axel then began to scrub Axel's hair.

Also I have no idea why Roxas is knowledgable about elephants... aww ain't he cute?

*why did this end up more like a song fic?

** Shiva is in reference to the Ice Goddess summon in the Final Fantasy series

*uke is the person on the bottom; seme is the person on the top