Title: Taste of Summer
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings: Axel/Roxas
Rating: Mature
Length: 1,629 words
Summary:
Roxas is not a slap on the wrist, and Axel can prove it.


You’re with Roxas today, Saïx says. He says it like it’s a bad thing. Like Axel’s not supposed to want it.

Right. So Axel’s not supposed to want it.

So Axel’s not supposed to want this, Roxas by his side like they’re partners, Roxas’s hand within reach all day long, his body close, right, so close Axel’s fingers end up tangled in Roxas’s hair, damp with sweat like they’ve just had sex, but nah, it’s just from all the sun Agrabah’s beaten down on them today, all the heat they’ve been walking around in. They’ll have sex whenever Roxas is ready for it. Fine by Axel, he likes the tease. He likes anything with Roxas.

Their lips break apart and Axel sighs Roxas’s name, squeezes Roxas’s thigh harder where Roxas is straddling his flank. The fabric of Roxas’s clothes crease beneath Axel’s fingertips.

When Roxas straddles him like this, kisses him like this, fuck, it stirs Axel up, gets him hotter than the black denim of their coats under the sun. Later, when Axel’s back in his room, he’ll sit up against the headboard of the bed just like he’s sitting up against the steeple of the clock tower now. He’ll take his cock into his hand and remind himself just how good Roxas looks in his lap. Sure, Saïx. Axel’s not supposed to want this. Makes sense and all. …Screw that.

Roxas kisses Axel hard and fast, fills Axel’s mouth with his tongue, lets Axel give him tongue right back, gives Axel his mouth to taste before pulling away, only to press right back in, harder than before, moaning through their kiss, making Axel feel it in his throat.

Tilting his head up, Axel lets Roxas take his mouth again. There’s barely a breath in between, not that there’s really any need for one when they’re breathing into each other, filling each other up with whatever they need. They break apart with only a string of spit between them and then there’s another furious collision of lips, tongue, everything. It’s thirsty, desperate kissing, like knocking back a glass of cool water in summer. Axel’s gotta be parched—he can’t get enough of it.

Yeah, pairing him up with Roxas was the best way to punish him.

Somewhere between the graze of Roxas’s teeth along Axel’s bottom lip and the heat rushing straight to Axel’s cock, straight to his head, flooding his mind, an idea flares up. A laugh slips through Axel’s lips just as Roxas is about to nibble them again.

Pausing with his mouth open pre-nibble, Roxas draws back in a small huff, his brows drawn together above half-lidded eyes. “What’s, hh, so funny?”

Axel shrugs coolly. “You remember what I said this morning, about their stupid ‘reason’ for pairing me up with you today?”

At that, the haze in Roxas’s eyes hardens into something grumpy. “Yeah. Like I’d forget.” It’s kinda cute, the expression on Roxas’s face.

No, it’s really cute. Axel can’t help but smile. Of course Axel’s every bit as irked as Roxas is about what Saïx said this morning—but he’s even more pleased with himself for coming up with this little idea to turn things around. “Well, I was thinking we should… show them how wrong they are for saying I’m worse off when I’m with you.”

Roxas presses his lips together, thinking. “That’s a great idea,” he says, after a moment. “Yeah, all right. I wanna show them.” Edge in his voice, Roxas sits back in Axel’s lap. “What’d you have in mind?”

Axel bites his lip. Fuck. Roxas is sitting right on his cock.

“Well, uh…” Axel spreads his legs a little, giving Roxas more to lean back into if he wants, “Like by leaving a mark! It’s really easy to do.” Axel adjusts his back and shoulders where they’re pressed up against the clock tower steeple, trying to ease the pressure on his groin—he is not going to last much longer if he stays like this. “Ever heard of a hickey, Roxas?”

“…” Guess he hasn’t. “…A what now?”

Well, first time for everything, right? Invitingly, Axel tilts his head back, knocks back some of his hair and points at his neck. “Right here. If you put your mouth on it and kiss it as hard as you like, it’ll leave a pretty little mark called a hickey for everyone to see. Got it memorized?”

“What, just like that?” Roxas glances doubtfully at Axel’s neck like he’s having trouble believing it.“You know what,” he adds, quickly, “don’t answer that. Let me find out for myself.” And just like that, to Axel’s bewilderment, Roxas sets his hands on Axel’s shoulders, ducks his head, and covers Axel’s neck with his mouth.

Roxas kisses Axel’s neck a little messily to start with, the rim around his small, eager lips still a little sticky from the ice cream he’d been licking up, sucking on before. (That was fun to watch.) Though Axel’s still getting used to how inexperienced Roxas is, in a way Axel’s kinda glad—no, honestly really honored, that he’s gonna get to have Roxas’s first lovebite, that Roxas wants to give it to him. That Roxas didn’t even hesitate.

Cheeks flushed red, Axel’s smiling. “That’s it,” he sighs, as Roxas drags his tongue along his neck, wetting it so good in the heat. “Don’t stop.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna,” Roxas murmurs, then buries more of his face into Axel’s neck, kissing hard. As he leans in, dipping his head, his ass slides over Axel’s cock, firm and sudden.

Axel’s cock twitches just as suddenly, nudging right into what feels like the cleft through their clothes. Axel swallows a groan. With the zipper of Axel’s fly and the fabric of both their coats in the way, Roxas probably doesn’t feel the twitch of Axel’s cock against his ass, but sheesh, different story for Axel. For a hot, white second, Axel can’t feel anything but. His breath hitches and his hands suddenly ache with the need to bring the two of them closer. “H-hey, Roxas?” Axel’s voice is shaky. “Can I grip your hips a little?”


Roxas nods with a hum, his mouth, teeth, and tongue too busy bruising up Axel’s neck to use his words. So Axel takes Roxas’s hips into his hands. Fuck, Axel wants him. It’s obscene how much Axel wants him. There’s just enough pressure on Axel’s cock right now that when it twitches again in his jeans, it feels like it’s getting stroked real tight and good, and Axel suppresses a moan, like hell he’s not supposed to want him.

He’s on the verge of panting when Roxas pauses, lifting his head to see the number he’s done on Axel’s neck so far. “Hey, you weren’t kidding,” Roxas says, eyes wide. “Wow. …Haha, they’re gonna take one look at these and think we didn’t get any work done today.”

“Whatever,” Axel says, breathlessly. “That’s… that’s what they get for thinking you’re a slap on the wrist to me.”

“Yeah, I’m more like a bite to the neck.” The satisfaction in Roxas’s voice drives Axel wild. It’s perfect, knowing Roxas is every bit as into this as Axel is.

Axel’s ready for Roxas to keep going, but Roxas stays as he is, staring at Axel’s neck. “…Hm.” There’s this look of deep thought on Roxas’s face. Concern? Worry?

“Oh?” Axel covers Roxas’s hand with his own, gives it a little squeeze. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” But Roxas is frowning. He sits up until his back’s brushing against Axel’s thighs. “It’s just that I was thinking… well, what if they don’t put us on any more missions together, once they see these?”

“What, like as a punishment?”

“Yeah. As a real slap on the wrist.”

“Hrm.” Axel scratches the back of his head, letting out a breath and focusing on Roxas’s question. “Well, I mean, Saïx thought that sending me out on a mission with you would be a good way to get back at me. So chances are he didn’t really plan on pairing us up together much anyway.”


“Oh,” says Roxas. “I didn’t think about that… but you've got a point. I guess we’re kinda screwed either way, then. That sucks.”

“Hold on.” Axel’s grinning. “We’re not all that screwed. Even if Saïx doesn’t pair us together in the future, that wouldn’t have to stop us from coming here after we’re done with our respective missions, right?”

“Hey, it better not.” Roxas is smiling, too. “Especially since I made that promise to Xion—that all three of us will have ice cream up here together someday. We can’t do that if we stop coming here.”

“There ya go, then,” says Axel agreeably. “See? We have a bulletproof plan no matter what bossy Saïx has to say about it.” Yeah, Saïx’ll have a LOT to say about it, once he sees the lovebites on Axel’s neck. Axel can’t wait to hear it.

“Though I guess we shouldn’t do stuff like this if Xion’s here with us. I wouldn’t want to make her feel left out,” Roxas says. “Maybe on days like that, we’ll just have to wait until we RTC before we can have some time for the two of us. There’s always my room.” Roxas shrugs hopefully. “O-Or yours.”


“Or the Grey Room,” Axel supplies, not without a suggestive quirk of the eyebrows and a very irreverent laugh. But he lets his lashes clasp shut as Roxas, laughing just as much, leans down to kiss him again, slowly this time, the lazy afternoon passing them by like clouds, the taste of summer sweet on his lips.