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[fic] Kingdom Hearts 2," Sleep to Dream"
Sleep to Dream
KH2 (set pre-game)
Axel/Roxas
NOT safe for work. Sleepkink, which means a dubcon warning at the BEST. Don't read if that's squicky, seriously. XD As requested "vaguely implied I should do" (ETA: "I DIDN'T REQUEST IT. MOSTLY.") by mackzazzle, who is awesome. :D



Even Nobodies have to sleep sometime, and Axel knows where Roxas sleeps. 'course, everyone knows where they sleep -- having the entry gates in one big room makes for an uneasy alliance. Nobody wants to be the first one to take that step to disrupt the balance.

Axel's always believed in living dangerously.

The door itself's locked, of course, but that's not a problem; he knows where in the castle Roxas sleeps, and it's as easy as a skip through the inbetween to step out directly in his room.

Privacy's an illusion as much as anything else is, after all.

Roxas is asleep under the covers, and Axel drifts over rather than walk, lands and crouches and grins down at him.

He looks so young and sweet and innocent like that, Axel thinks, tracing the curve of Roxas's cheek in the air above his skin. In his sleep, Roxas frowns.

None of that, baby, Axel thinks. I've not even started yet. You're going to have to get used to me being here.

He's known Roxas for what he thinks, as far as time is considered real, is about a month. As things are, it's been much longer in its own way. Days and nights, Nobodies and Heartless, the Organization and Roxas -- that's been Axel's life for this time being. No idea if people have started to notice yet; they act like they haven't, but Axel's been unable to keep his mind off Roxas. Everything he does, somehow, Roxas is there in the back of his head, keeping constantly present. He doesn't think even Roxas knows.

You think of me too, Roxas? All the time? When you're out killing Heartless, baby, or tracking down strange things in strange worlds? Axel clasps the covers between fingers and thumb and slowly, careful not to wake Roxas, he pulls them down.

Roxas is naked under there, because it's that or the clothes he was born in or the coat; don't really have many options when you're a Nobody. And even they have to be comfortable to sleep. Axel hisses a bit between his teeth, grins, as he tugs the blankets past Roxas's thighs, folds them back carefully.

A vague shift, but Roxas doesn't wake. Axel wonders if it's because he's too deeply asleep, too not-here without someone else's memories to keep his mind active in sleep, or if he's just comfortable around Axel. He likes the second thought better, thinks about it more -- Yeah, that's right, he thinks. He's always around Roxas, so somewhere along the way Roxas got used to him just being there. Would you let me watch your back, Roxas? Let me stand behind you with my weapons out? Get so used to me that my lack of self doesn't even grate any more? Or have you even started to want me there?

He breathes a laugh that doesn't make it into sound, and ghosts his fingertips down Roxas, over his skin, just close enough to watch goosebumps rise in their wake. His leather gloves are warm and when he finally touches a finger down, mid-sternum, Roxas doesn't stir.

When you're awake, you protest, protest, protest about everything, Axel thinks, grinning. You're more honest like this.

Once Roxas has accepted touch, it's easy to touch him more. Axel has to be careful to keep it uniform, not to press too hard and startle him into waking, at least until he slowly eases into it -- but that's fine. He brushes his fingertips along Roxas's belly, lifts to circle a nipple and is rewarded with a huff of air from Roxas's lips.

He half-closes his eyes. Roxas...

It's a bit risky, but unable to resist, he leans over and opens his mouth on a nipple, licks at the pointed nub as Roxas, still loose-limbed on the bed, makes a strange noise and shivers.

Axel grins, letting a hint of teeth brush the nipple, and slides a hand down Roxas's body.

Roxas's cock is half-hard, and Axel feels his own breath quicken at that. Is his body just reacting, or -- You thinking about me? Right now, are you thinking about me touching you? Hell, even if it is just his body, they say that's all Nobodies can feel anyway.

Admittedly, given his own recent obsession, Axel's pretty sure they're wrong.

He strokes Roxas fully hard, draws Roxas's cock lightly through his glove over and over until Roxas is rolling steadily against the covers, mouth open. Axel can't resist; it's even more risky, getting so near Roxas's face, but he licks lightly at Roxas's lower lip, pulling back only when it starts to shift under his mouth. He can't seem to stop touching him, tugging in a slow long steady stroke, as Roxas's hips roll sleepily into the gesture.

It's gorgeous, it's fucking gorgeous, Axel can't tear his eyes away but he has to, to watch Roxas's face, the distant reactions crossing over it. He's breathing hard himself, is hard himself, rubbing himself off carefully on the corner of Roxas's bed. Come on, he thinks, almost deliriously. Come on--

And then Roxas moans, low and thick and almost protesting -- so very Roxas that it makes Axel stop breathing for a moment -- and his face screws up as his hips jerk up and his cock jerks in Axel's hand and he's spattering semen over his own belly and chest.

Axel can't breathe suddenly, can't find that breath after he'd stopped -- he can't look away, he can't do anything, it's like he's frozen in this moment where he just made Roxas come and he's torn between awe and glee because -- he did this, he had this impact, he--

Roxas stirs, and he freezes, holds on carefully, doesn't move an inch even though he's so hard he needs to come or he might explode, and slowly Roxas settles into a deeper sleep again.

Just a little more, baby, he thinks. Just a little more you and me.

He licks his glove clean slowly, and though, yeah, it tastes pretty bad -- he can't really care because it's Roxas, it's something of Roxas, and they've got little enough of themselves to begin with.

Then he fumbles his fly open, drags his cock out and holds it hot and heavy in his hand until he leans over, slides a knee carefully on the bed, and lifts Roxas's hand to encircle him.

Roxas's fingers close slightly in a comfortable grip -- not grasping, just holding, and Axel shudders so hard for a moment he thinks he might wake Roxas. What'd happen then, he wonders? Roxas'd come after him, Roxas'd kill him, Roxas'd be so totally focussed on him in that instant that he'd see nothing else...

He jerks himself into Roxas's hand fast and hard and comes a moment later over Roxas.

Shakily, breathing hard and too-loud in the room, he gently, carefully, puts Roxas's hand down beside him on the bed. A second later, he rethinks that pose, and moves Roxas's hand to cradle his own groin.

"You look good, Roxas," he says. He considers trying to clean Roxas up, but discards it a moment later; that'd just wake Roxas up without any of the benefits of him noticing himself like this. Nah, best to leave things as they are, he thinks, as he tucks himself away and opens a portal out.

Sure, Roxas'll figure it out. He'll come after him, probably, sometime when he can get Axel alone.

Axel's fine with that.

Roxas knows where Axel sleeps, after all.