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[fic] Kingdom Hearts 2, "Alone"
Alone
Kingdom Hearts 2
Part of the Completionverse. Completion; The Story of the Time Riku Killed Axel in the Face; Beating Hearts, (Un)complicated; Day
OT6. Namine, Kairi, Sora, Roxas, Riku, and Axel in various combinations. Indeed. This part's pretty much Axel/Riku. I KNOW, I KNOW.
Wordcount approx 3000
Not safe for work! Post-game spoilers



To be fair, Riku's used to being alone. All the worlds have been his playground, and he'd made every effort to separate. Encounter those he cares for, of course, like Mickey -- but separate overall and watch from a distance.

Also to be fair, he's sixteen, almost seventeen, needy, and likes how it feels to get himself off.

It's just been a little awkward since Axel ...moved in. Snide commentary at exactly the wrong moments. Whispered suggestions. Hints. Advice. The vague sensation of a tongue caressing his ear jerking him out of it.

The urge to flee into the privacy of a bedroom away from it, behind locked doors, is overwhelming, but that's not a possibility any more.

Sometimes he manages it -- when Axel's sleeping or when he feels like it too much to do more than throw his apathy and scorn back at Axel and stroke himself evenly and quickly until he comes. Whatever; it's not like he cares what Axel thinks, even if that voice keeps up a constant low whispering speech, even if he thinks he feels Axel --

Wanting.

Most of the time, however, he just ignores it. It's not like he needs something like that, anyway. Not really.

***

Riku's a bit bored.

Kairi has exams. She's been away from school less time than the rest of them, barely a few weeks (though it feels like longer), and was able to catch up and take her exams. For Sora and Riku, there's no choice but to wait until next year -- not that they really plan to be around next year. Not that Kairi does either, of course, but she's not going to give up options just in case. They have more free time. But today Donald and Goofy came by to pick up Sora -- and Roxas, of course -- for something Sora was vague about involving some kind of gummi run.

Whatever; it's not like he minds it. He's used to being alone. It's nice to have some peace and quiet.

But by midday he's bored as hell; his parents are out (his parents are always out, he thinks, but can't really work up much emotion about it) and Sora and Kairi are absent and it's a hot day and there's nothing he wants to do. He loosens his shirt's collar, flops back on the bed, and ponders jerking off, as much to pass the time as anything else.

Still -- spark of interest behind his heart -- he snorts and rolls over a bit, curling loosely on his side. Nah. Too hot.

You think that's hot? You ain't seen anything yet.

The thing is, it's actually impossible to jerk away from Axel when you share a body. Riku's aware with his mind that when Axel spoons in behind him, on some level he's not really there -- sure, Axel can get various levels of solid, from taking over his body to projecting an image to separating them both fully if only briefly, but they both have the same body between them. You can't outrun your body, or the things that've moved into it; God knows Riku's tried.

So when he moves forward, away, Axel moves with him, rolls and tucks his hips up behind Riku's.

He's dressed like Riku is -- black pyjamas with the shirt open -- and through the silky material of the pants Riku can feel that Axel isn't hard yet, but not entirely uninterested; it matches his own state from his vague consideration of masturbation, and he shivers as much at the implications as at the sensation.

"Shove off," he says. "I'd rather choke on darkness."

One of Axel's bare hands traces the curve of Riku's hip through the pyjamas. He can hear Axel's grin in his voice, feel it ghostly on his own unsmiling face. "Can do that too."

Riku manages to pull away this time with a tugging sensation that's nothing at all like actual separation. He sways up to his knees and glares back over his shoulder. "Who'd want that?"

"You, maybe," Axel says. "Far be it for me to judge."

Riku draws a breath to retort again -- hates to admit it, but it's not bad like this, the lazily irritable arguing -- but before he can manage it Axel's shifted around him with a sensation like Axel's passing through space without bothering to fill the area in between, and then Riku finds himself on his back with Axel leaning over him.

Axel grins down at him. His eyes glitter from under half-lidded eyes. "C'mon," Axel says. "Why hold out?"

"I'm not interested in you."

"You'd like it anyway." Axel laughs. It's a dry sound, almost crackling, and he leans a bit further forward.

Riku jams the heel of his hand into Axel's solar plexus, feels the distant ache of echo through his own.

Axel falls back, but keeps his grip on Riku's pyjama top, dragging Riku forward. They tumble for a bit, punching and jamming fingers into joints and then Axel's on top again as Riku gathers himself to slam his head up against Axel's. And then, abruptly:

Roxas pinning Sora to the bed, biting his throat raw, grabbing at Sora's slim hips with his fingers pressing his flesh white, then red, while Sora gasps and rolls and grins and takes it as a personal challenge--

-- Namine and Kairi curled together, whispering like when night and day meet in the twilight and the dawn, a thigh shifting between thighs, a gasp, Kairi's mouth opening and brows drawing down as Namine leans down and leaves quiet shadow kisses across her throat, down across her breasts--

Riku jerks back roughly. Axel doesn't let him go, keeps him pinned in place, grins again. It's shaky and aroused and they're both hard this time, hips pressed almost too firmly together.

"See?" Axel purrs. "Don't have much reason to argue, do you?"

It takes a minute before Riku can find his voice. "They don't actually do that. Bastard."

"You don't know that, do you?" Axel asks. He grins, ducks his head, presses his lips to Riku's throat and Riku shudders as it echoes the mental image Axel had thrust on him.

Riku digs his chin down into Axel's head. "You've got sick fantasies," Riku rasps, as if his breath isn't coming so hard he's almost dizzy.

Axel laughs, low, hypnotic. "Yeah. That's true." He rolls his weight a bit, tugs at Riku's waistband. "Let's get this off, it's too much, yeah?"

"No," Riku says, and shoves at him again. He's panting, drags his hands over Axel's skin as he does so. Shit, he thinks, but can't really dig up much condemnation. "You--"

Axel slams against him hard, knocking the wind out of him, and wrestling Riku onto his front. Riku fights it almost as best he can, but Axel gets him there, straddles his ass and pins Riku's face to the bed with one hand on the back of his neck, dragging Riku's pyjama shirt off him with the other hand. Riku's back muscles tense and relax as he considers fighting it again, realize Axel's got the angle on him to keep him from really moving.

"You're so perverse," Axel tells him, and laughs. "I like that. I really do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've really got something messed up in that head of yours, Riku," Axel drawls. "Needing to fight just to get this?"

"Shut up," Riku rasps. He tries to shove back, but all that does is rub himself against Axel, who lets out an almost sweet sigh and leans down.

"Lucky for you," Axel says, "I know how you think."

Riku shudders at that and tries to think of an easy rejoinder, but it's hard. Axel does.

Axel takes advantage of the momentary pause to drag Riku's pants down to his knees, slides his hand up the inside of a thigh on the way back up. He cradles Riku's balls in one hot palm and Riku curses aloud, curls his hand into the bedsheets.

"Stay where you are," Axel says, and he lets go for a moment, dragging his own pants off fast, tossing his shirt to the side. Riku doesn't hesitate longer than a second; he crawls forward towards the edge of the bed, one hand reaching out and grabbing the corner of the bedside table, his legs dragging off the remaining crumpled mess of pyjama pants as he moves.

That's as far as he gets; strong arms yoke around his waist and drag him back hard, so he's kneeling with Axel's knees between his legs, Axel's chest pressed tight to his back, Axel's cock pressed along the cleft of his ass.

Riku twists, tries to swing. Briefly he considers drawing Way to the Dawn -- but no, that's a bad idea here, that's not something he's ready to start. His fists will do. But they won't; Axel's got him at an angle that just doesn't work at and Axel hooks his elbows around Riku's arms, yanking them back.

Helpless, Riku shudders. His entire weight is resting on the heat of Axel's thighs, the throbbing cock trapped under him. He curls his toes under on the bedsheets to get some leverage, but with Axel's grip on his arms he can't really go anywhere.

"I can't trust you to behave for a minute, can I?" Axel asks.

Before he can laugh, Riku has to clear his throat. He does both, then grins a bit, hazily. "I can't trust you not to do this, so fair's fair."

"Tch," Axel says. He scrapes his teeth slowly against the back of Riku's neck. "You can complain about that when you're not begging me inside."

"Wha--"

"Here," Axel says, and lets go of one arm to put a hand over Riku's chest, where if he focuses he can feel two identities nestled.

Riku shivers.

A moment later he realizes the deception; Axel's hand shoots out cobra fast and he snatches the lube off the bedside table, then yanks Riku's arm back again. Axel has to lean back to give himself the room to work, his arms hooked low on Riku's forearms, one slick hand sliding between them.

Riku curses, leans forward, tries to yank his arms free.

"Nah," Axel says. "You don't want to do that." He doesn't add that because Riku doesn't want to, he won't succeed. Something better left unsaid, so Riku doesn't have to try to contradict it.

Fingers press into him without much warning, hooked slightly, slick tips probing. Riku shudders hard and his mouth drops open. His hair's in his eyes and he can't see much at all.

"Oh yeah," Axel whispers. "Yeah."

It stings, but he can feel Axel expecting it to feel good and that overcomes the initial resistance he feels. He weakens into it; Axel's fingers slide deeper and Riku groans; he wants it suddenly, harder than before, like he's feeling the tightness from both sides.

Riku grits his teeth.

"That's enough, huh?" Axel says. He grins; Riku can feel teeth against the back of his neck, then a slow, lascivious swipe of tongue.

Axel readjusts his grip, dragging Riku almost upright again, still straddling his thighs backwards. Axel's mouth isn't against him any more, but Riku feels the grin anyway as Axel shifts under him, fumbles, and Riku feels the pressure of his cock starting to push him open.

"Ready or not," Axel says, and thrusts.

That does hurt, and Riku curses, strains against the restraining grip on his arms, his toes pushing hard against the bed as he tries to pull himself off Axel. Axel laughs, soft and strained, and Riku is forced to wonder if the pain isn't half because Axel was hoping for that, too.

"One of these days," Riku begins, hoarsely. "I'm going to--"

"What?" Axel asks, and shifts under Riku, begins to move slowly.

Axel's pleasure washes over him abruptly, chokingly. Riku groans, moves back slowly into it, his legs straining as he tries to keep his balance and not just sink down entirely, his toes curled in the blankets and bunching them.

"Riku," Axel says, quiet.

Riku keeps his eyes closed. It's easier like that; he's used to lacking the sense, things that mark truth. It's normally easier like that. Maybe in a way it makes this easier too -- this surrender. Because with his eyes closed every other sense is stronger; the brush of skin on skin, the deep stretching ache, the sensation of movement on his cock when Axel's hands are far from it. He licks his lips, shudders. He can almost see Axel watching the strained arch of his back, can almost feel it. There's a double sensation when Axel's forehead presses into the middle of his back.

"Close your eyes," Riku mutters.

For a moment, he thinks Axel's going to refuse. And then Axel lets out a full-body shake like he can't hold back and sensation grows that much stronger. Axel's mouth touches the curve of his spine and his own lips itch. Axel moves and his ass aches and his cock aches and he hisses, spits invective between his teeth, moves back into that.

Axel fucks him slow and steady like he never does with Roxas, Axel keeps his arms pulled back so that he's held captive and moves into him in small thrusts only, already buried deeply in him. Axel's arms are flexing around his in the armlock, Axel's thighs are flexing under his. Riku can't breathe around it, can hear his heart thudding hard through him, hard enough to shatter his world apart and even as he thinks that much he hears Axel moan in response.

It's too much; Axel's moving like they can go on forever but he can only handle so much sensation and without much warning he's straining back, into it, coming hard in hot spatters against his thighs and the bedsheets, as Axel says his name short, hard, sharp, and thrusts up hard into him. Riku can feel him come and the sensation cuts off his breath for long enough that he sees stars behind his eyelids.

And then Axel's releasing Riku's arms and Riku's falling forward, sliding off Axel's cock and feeling fluid spill and drip down the back of his thighs. He catches himself on his hands, one on the edge of the bed, the other on the bedside table. His hands feel a bit numb, but whether that's from the length of time they were in the armlock or whether it's from the overload of sensation, he couldn't say.

He takes a few moments like that, with his eyes closed, just breathing, trying to gather himself before he forces himself to sit up again. His body doesn't want to obey, his thighs shaking with effort, shoulders sore and strained. Slowly, he shifts, looks over.

Axel has sat back on his heels and is watching him silently, wide-eyed.

Waiting. Riku narrows his eyes. For what? Disapproval? Riku to lash out now that he doesn't have to accept it any more? For Riku to try to disprove all Axel's claims that he wanted it? (And that Axel felt him wanting it, and that Riku felt Axel feeling him wanting it...)

Riku licks his lips. His voice comes out hoarse; he pushes it out anyway. "You."

Axel grins. It's a defensive gesture. "Yep. You liked that."

"You," Riku insists, until Axel's smile fades. He catches Axel's gaze in his own, knows that Axel sees it as bright and dangerous, and that Axel is catching his feelings of revenge as hard as Riku can throw them at him. "I've got something to make up for," and lets Axel know it's for those images, the images that broke Riku to the idea, the images of Sora with Roxas, Kairi with Namine, the images Axel sent him even though Axel's not his Nobody--

And then he drags forward the memory, the image, throws it at Axel:

Axel's heart in his hands. Warm and crystalline. It's been cleaned with a Keyblade; although the scent of darkness lingers, it's the scent alone, and it's softly glowing and heating his palms. Riku is afraid. He doesn't know where this is going. He doesn't know where it'll lead. He won't back down.

He's never going to back down again.

He pushes the heart against him, into him, and -- warmth, heat, a suffusing rush of hot air and pleasure as a presence expands out into him, fills those empty hollow dark caverns and sets them on fire until there's no room for anything except what is already there, himself and Axel--

Axel's eyes are wide and catlike and a little afraid and strangely elated. He looks young, maybe. Before he can say anything, he just fades, just slides back into Riku to share the same space again.

Riku grins. He lets himself topple back to the bed, boneless, spent, sore in the best ways, overheated and kind of happy.

He can't ever be alone again, he thinks.

It's kind of annoying, maybe.

But it's not bad, either.