Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Those Who Pretend ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Note: Well, this one took me a long time to write between writer's block and looking for a job. My readers at ff.net waited two and a half months for this chapter. -nervous laugh- Yeah. You lucky people get all three chapters at once. Aren't you special?

Warnings: Lemon. And really, that's a promise, not a warning, but I put it in there because, well, you know. Anyways. Yeah. Lemon. Oh, and the beginning of this chapter starts off after the whole “I froze time thing” outside of the Usual Spot on the sixth day. Just so you know.

Disclaimer: Need I remind you about the island of cannibalistic lesbians where I reign supreme as the vegetarian queen? Well, apparently, I needed a reminder, because Nomura shipped me back.

 

Chapter Three

Damn it.

Whoever brought Roxas here has really pissed me off for the last time. The Roxas I knew is long gone and the only one to blame is the one who did this to him. Then again, am I also at fault? If I hadn't let Roxas leave, if I could have somehow convinced him to stay, would he be like this? No, he would have been safe with me, in my arms.

I've made up my mind. No matter what, I had to bring Roxas home, to the World that Never Was. The man who created this town would not be able to stop me this time. The mansion. That's where I'd make my move and bring Roxas back with me.

*****

I beat Roxas to the mansion and hid in one of the rooms under the main floor. I knew he'd find his way down here, and then he'd run into a handful of Dusks and a couple of my Assassins. Once those wore him down, even in the slightest, I would step in and defeat him. Take him home. Such a simple plan, right? It was perfect.

I knew this was my last chance. If I couldn't bring Roxas back with me, he would awaken and I'd never see Roxas again. I couldn't let that happen. I don't know what I'd do if I were to lose every chance I had to have Roxas in my arms again.

Roxas entered the room and I summoned the nobodies to attack him. He had no trouble fighting off the Dusks, but my Assassins were stronger and much more difficult to defeat. Their ability to melt into the floor made it harder for Roxas to fight them. As long as they weakened him for the fight against me; that's all I needed them to do. It didn't matter if he actually defeated them, the fight with them would wear him down.

When the last of my Assassins were destroyed, I entered the room. Time to make my move. I had to either convince him to come home with me or take him back by force. There was no way I was going to let Roxas walk away this time. I was still upset from back in the alley; he had remembered that we were friends, which was close enough for me. But the fact that he couldn't remember anything else upset me. I was going to use this against him. The only way I knew I'd be able to fight Roxas and win without having regrets would be to act as though I was angry with him.

“Simply amazing, Roxas,” I said, commenting on his fighting.

“Axel…”

I loved it when he said my name; even if he didn't remember about us. But I had to push away my feelings for him and fight. “You really do remember me this time. I'm so flattered!”

I shouted the last word angrily, summoning a circle of fire to surround us. Roxas jumped and summoned the Keyblade—wait, there were two of them. That surprised me, that he would remember how to bring both of them out. I brought my Chakrams out from the darkness where I usually kept them when I wasn't using them.

I was using every trick I had up my sleeves to win against Roxas. I created a magma cover for the floor of the room. It would help weaken Roxas to my advantage. I would need all my strength to fight him; I could not afford to lose. I attacked him relentlessly with my Chakrams and flames. Every time he hit me with those Keyblades, I hit him with my weapons and let my fires lick at him.

Minutes passed as we fought. Somehow or other, he managed a couple times to break my concentration on the floor and the magma that covered it disappeared for a while until I recreated it. It was a hard battle and it wore me out. Not to mention, I had to repress all feelings I had for him every time I attacked. Real or not, these feelings could have easily killed my chances of winning this fight.

I could see that Roxas was beginning to tire. He was moving slower and his reactions were starting to falter. He managed once more to break my concentration on the floor and the magma that covered it disappeared. It was then that he collapsed, dropping one of the Keyblades and using the other to support himself. He was out of breath and out of energy. I smirked to myself; I had won. Roxas lifted his head and looked at me.

"We…were friends…" he began, panting as he fought to catch his breath.

With that, Roxas slumped over, unconscious. I released my Chakrams, storing them in the darkness, and walked cautiously over to Roxas. I picked him up, looking into his face. I smiled, kissed his forehead, and opened a portal back to the World that Never Was.

*****

I thought about taking Roxas straight to the Castle, but decided that it would be better to take him back to my apartment in the Dark City. I've already betrayed the Order and was sure the remaining members wouldn't be too happy to see me. So, yeah; apartment it was.

Demyx once asked why I had an apartment outside the Castle. I had told him, simply, that there were times that I preferred the seclusion of an apartment to being in the same Castle as the rest of the Order. Plus, in my apartment, Roxas and I could be as loud as we wanted. That was always a good thing, right? In the Castle, we'd have people knocking at the door, telling us to quiet it down. No problem with that at my apartment; no neighbors, you know.

I took Roxas to my bedroom and laid him down on the bed. My bet is that he'd be out for a while. So, why not whip up something to eat for when he wakes up? I'm a decent cook, if I do say so myself. Granted, I boil water like the best of them and ramen is my specialty. That and I love to make chocolate sauce; for purposes no fangirl shouldn't know. But now I'm off-topic.

I kicked my boots off and threw them into a corner. I sauntered into the kitchen; I grabbed a pot, filled it with water, put it on the stove and lit the burner. For the hell of it, I grabbed a cigarette and lit it with a flame from my finger. I don't smoke often, but this was a time when I felt like I needed a cigarette. I take a drag as I wait for the water to boil and start going through my cabinets for a package of ramen. Look at me; Axel the four-star chef.

My ass.

Anyways. Five to seven minutes later, the ramen was done and I headed back into my room with a couple bowls. To my amazement, Roxas was already awake and looking around. He was obviously confused, so I stepped towards him. He turned to me.

“Where am I?” he asked.

“My room,” I told him. “This is my apartment in the Dark City. Don't you remember?”

He blinked. “No…”

“Do you remember anything about the World that Never Was? About the people here?” Silently, I added, “About us?”

Roxas looked down at his hands for a moment, thinking. When he looked back up, he gave a weak smile. “A little.”

I set the bowls of ramen down on the bedside table and sat on the bed next to him. I pulled him towards me. He stiffened slightly. I don't really blame him; I did attack him, after all. I looked into his blue eyes and brushed those too-long blond bangs of his.

“Do you remember this?” I asked.

Gently, I kissed him, pressing my lips to his. A small noise escaped him. I brushed my gloved fingers against his cheek softly, working my tongue through his lips. He shivered and closed his eyes, melting into the kiss. I wrapped my arm around Roxas' waist, pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss. We stayed like that for a few moments, seemingly content. When we broke apart for air, I noticed a light blush over Roxas' cheeks.

“I…” he said. “I don't think I ever really forgot that…”

I smiled. “I've missed you, Roxas.”

Roxas snuggled closer to me. “Axel…we weren't best friends, were we?”

“No,” I told him. “Best friends with benefits or, should you venture at us actually having hearts and feelings, lovers would be the correct term.”

“We don't have hearts?” Roxas asked. “We don't have feelings?”

I lay down on the bed, pulling Roxas down next to me, and gave a sigh. “We're Nobodies, Roxas. We are born when our Others lose their hearts and become one of the Heartless. Like what happened with me and Ael. Then, there's you and Sora.”

“Sora…” Roxas mumbled. “That's why I kept dreaming about him? Because he was my Other?”

“Exactly.”

Roxas went quiet for a moment, just lying in my arms. After a couple moments, he closed his eyes.

“I hate him.”

I looked at him. “Why?”

“He's the reason I'm like this, isn't he?”

I chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Roxas, if Sora hadn't become a Heartless, you wouldn't have ever existed. You wouldn't have met me and I wouldn't have met you. Got it memorized?”

He opened his eyes and looked up at me. A ghost of a smile spread over his lips. “I suppose.” He nuzzled against my neck. “Axel, thanks for coming for me.”

I had missed the feel of Roxas against me. I pulled him as close as I possibly could, pressing him to my body so that the only thing between us were our clothes. Which, as you all know, can be remedied in about thirty seconds. Roxas blushed slightly.

“Axel?”

“I've missed you so much,” I told him. “Don't leave me again.”

Roxas smiled, tilted his head back enough to kiss me. “I won't.”

Being this close to Roxas was making my hormones go wild. I tried to keep them under some control, but damn it, I hadn't been with him in months and now that I had him in my arms, I didn't want to just hold him. I wanted to take him, make him mine again. Flashes of the last time we had been together like this flew through my mind, making my urges stronger, to the point where I could no longer resist.

Shifting to lay on top of Roxas, I captured his lips with my own. There was no resistance from him; he just wrapped his arms around my waist and eagerly returned the kiss. To think that just this morning, he thought of us as only “best friends” and now he knew we were lovers. It made me smile. If I had a heart, it would be swelling with joy right now. I had my Roxas back where he belonged. To me, there was nothing better than that. I didn't need Kingdom Hearts to return my heart to me; Roxas was my heart.

I pulled at the zipper on Roxas' shirt as I deepened the kiss and gently ran my hand down the soft flesh of his chest. I could feel him shiver beneath my fingers, a reaction that only urged me to continue. Pulling him up to slip his small jacket and shirt off him, I let my hands wander over every inch of Roxas' skin that I could access. I remember every sensitive spot from the times we had been together before he had left and I ran my fingers over them now, wringing a moan from my lover.

“A-Axel,” Roxas broke away to say.

“Remember this?” I asked, kissing at his neck, sucking gently before moving lower to nip at his collarbone.

Another moan escaped him as a response. I reached up and gently pulled his head back to get better access to his neck. He pulled us back down onto the mattress, which made it a lot easier to do what I wanted with him. I kissed a trail down Roxas' chest, leading down to his stomach. Fingering the waistband of his pants, I popped the button undone, and then slowly pulled the zipper down, giving Roxas every opportunity to tell me to stop, if he wanted to.

Instead, he encouraged me. He kicked his shoes off and lifted his hips to help me remove his pants. I took a handful of his boxers and pulled those off as well, so that the only things Roxas was wearing were his wrist band and those little bands around his fingers. Then, I sat up and pulled off my coat. I never wore a shirt under it, so now the only thing I wore were the leather pants I wore under my coat. Roxas reached up and began playing with the button on my pants. I let him, enjoying the feel of his hands so close to my most sensitive body part.

“Roxas…” I warned. I was going to ravish him like I had never ravished him before.

“Let me have my fun,” Roxas said, giving a small pout.

I smiled, grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled over, so that we switched places. I could wait a little while longer before having my way with him. I pulled him down for a quick kiss and told him to have as much fun as he wanted. He blushed cutely and pulled at the zipper on my pants. I raised my hips to help him pull them off. He didn't blush at the fact that I didn't wear underwear; you wouldn't either with leather pants that tight.

“I…” he mumbled. “I'm not quite sure what to do…I've never…I don't think I've…been on top before.”

I smirked and put my hand on his cheek. “Just do whatever.”

He hesitated, obviously still confused as to what to do. After a moment, he ran his hand down my chest, over my stomach and even further down, brushing lightly against me. I let out a soft moan, wrapped my arms around him and raised my hips into his touch. I had missed this so much. I had missed him.

Roxas was apparently encouraged by my reactions, as he began to do more. He wrapped his fingers around my member and gently squeezed. My vision blanked out for a moment and the only thing I could think about was how good this felt. I arched my back, pressing up against him. I could hear his sharp intake of breath as my body's actions threw him slightly off-balance. He released me and held onto my hips to try to keep from falling over. The two of us were flipped as he fell over anyways, despite his efforts.

My hips brushed against his as I fell on top of Roxas, causing both of us to moan. Roxas' face turned a brilliant shade of red; he closed his eyes and rocked up against me. I shifted, spreading his legs and placing my head between them, so that I had easy access to him. I leaned down and let the tip of my tongue flick gently against his growing erection, relishing in the sounds that escaped his lips as I did so. Those sounds had been played over and over in my mind during the time that Roxas had been gone and hearing them now filled me with the ghost of happiness.

Going further, I wrapped my lips around Roxas' member, sucking softly while circling my tongue around the tip. I could hear my blond lover choke and let out a pleasured gasp. I saw out of the corner of my eye as his fingers twisted into the black sheets of my bed, gripping tightly as his hips lurched upwards. I had to take one hand and force them to stay down so that I didn't wind up choking on him. I continued to play with him, drawing random designs on his manhood with the tip of my tongue, pulling pleasured noises from him. I sucked a little hard every so often, bringing him closer and closer to his climax.

I heard Roxas scream my name, and his essence burst into my mouth, filling it quickly. I swallowed it all, savoring his bittersweet taste and using my tongue to wipe every last bit of it from him. With the taste of him still lingering in the corner of my mouth, I moved upwards and kissed him long and hard. I slid my tongue over every inch of his mouth, enjoying the two blended tastes of him immensely. Roxas returned the kiss, his tongue battling mine as he wrapped his arms around me.

Amidst the kiss we shared, I reached for the drawer of my nightstand and pulled out the small tube of lubricant I always stored in there. Keeping Roxas distracted, I opened the tube and covered my fingers in the oil and set it aside for the moment. I broke the kiss to let the both of us breathe, then began to place kisses over Roxas' neck and chest, nipping on occasion. I slipped my fingers between his legs and searched with them for his entrance. Though we had had sex several times before he left, his body was no longer used to having me inside. Therefore, I had to prepare him. I found his entrance and gently pressed one finger inside him.

Roxas let out a small yelp of pain and his muscles contracted around my finger. His breathing came in sharp gasps. Shifting upwards, I whispered comforting words in his ear and kissed away the tears that were gathering in the corners of his eyes. I slid my free hand into his, entwining our fingers, and told him to relax. He whimpered, swallowed hard and tried to relax as I slipped a second finger into him. I kissed at the sensitive skin just below his ear as another gasp of pain escaped him.

“Relax,” I whispered, nibbling at his earlobe.

Roxas nodded slightly in response. He knew that I wasn't purposely hurting him. He squeezed my hand and wrapped his other arm around me, clinging to me as best he could. I kissed him gently and began to move my fingers around inside him. Roxas winced and bit his lip as I did so. He quickly adjusted, his body remembering at last and I pulled my fingers from his body. I grabbed the tube of lubricant and poured some of the oil onto my own growing erection to make it easier for the both of us when I invaded his body.

Once sure that both of us were ready, I returned my hand to Roxas' and clasp it as I aimed and thrust inside him. He let out a piercing cry and his grip on me tightened as he bucked his hips against mine. I pulled out just slightly, waiting momentarily before shoving my way back inside and repeating my actions. Together, he and I set a rhythm which we followed until both of us were blinded by the pleasure that ran through our bodies. The blinding white fire that filled us raged on, our happiness at being together again and our desperateness to stay together fueling it as we continued.

Roxas screamed my name as the strong wave of his second orgasm ran through his body, his fingernails scrapping down my back in a jagged line, likely drawing blood. The muscle contraptions of his body triggered my own orgasm and I came inside him, moaning loudly. In those short moments, my vision blanked out entirely and the only thing I could hear was Roxas' voice calling my name again.

Once I could see again, I pulled out of him one last time and stayed there above him momentarily, just drinking in the sight of him, covered in a sheet of sweat and cum, panting heavily as a result of our strenuous activity. He was the most beautiful I had ever seen him. I leaned down and kissed him once more, brushing my fingers against the blond bangs that were stuck to his forehead. He kissed back gently, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

“Roxas,” I said, pulling away and lying down on the bed. “Nothing lasts forever.”

He looked at me and I could see just a hint of fear in his brilliant blue eyes. I pulled him against me and buried my face in the crook of his neck. He clung to me, waiting for me to say something more.

“Axel?” he urged.

“Stay with me, Roxas,” I told him. “Be my `nothing.'”

He let out a sigh of relief and snuggled closer to me. “Forever.”

 

Author's Note: Okay, you all had better have enjoyed that. It took me months to write it, mostly because I had to keep going back and editing it so that it wasn't too graphic. . .it wasn't too graphic, was it? Looking back at the first chapter, I thought this was a bit descriptive. Please tell me that I haven't scared you all away!