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Entry tags:	30 forbidden, axel/roxas, kingdom hearts

I Need You [Kingdom Hearts, Axel+Roxas, 30_forbidden #29 Need]
[Title] I Need You
[Fandom] Kingdom Hearts
[Pairing] Axel+Roxas
[Theme] 30_forbidden #29, Need. Theme List
[Genre] Angsty smut for the lulz.
[Rating] R for masturbation?
[Summary] Roxas has left and Axel's lonely.
[Word Count] 1425
[Spoilers] MASTURBATIONNNN LAWL WITH CLOTHING AND PHONES. Yes.
[Author] Fic Journal → owninglamers☆teagueful ← Personal Journal.
[Beta] pedosaurus
[A/N] Holy shit! I wrote something, o.m.f.g. I liked the idea but I'm a bit ashamed of the outcome. ): I've been really depressed lately and I think I put too much of that in my fic. Whoops! Oh well. Also, I lost my italics and I am too lazy to fix it.


After hours and hours of lying around in bed, lights out, the room dark and silent, he gave up - he couldn’t sleep. He rolled over to the cold side of the bed and sighed as he remembered the days in which it used to be warmed by a second body. But Roxas had left, leaving Axel and his warm bed behind - all in search of answers.

These answers, Axel already knew. He’d never told Roxas that he knew his other - Sora. The redhead was scared that the blond would leave in search of Sora. . . but in the end, Roxas would find out anyway, and now he was gone.

Axel sighed and pulled the sheets tighter around his slender body. They used to smell like Roxas, but the scent had long been replaced with Axel’s own. It had been so long since the two had shared long nights together here, all the evidence had been washed away with time. The only thing left now was the memories of hazy visions of Roxas beneath him, head tilted back as he came to his peak.

The lanky redhead groaned and rolled over again. That wasn’t something he needed to be thinking about - yet it was an often occurrence. Axel would usually jack off until he’d come and then slip back to sleep but these days it just wasn’t enough. He needed something to help how much he missed Roxas.

Perhaps calling him would be the wrong answer. Axel knew he’d only miss the blond even more, but right now he really just wanted to hear his voice and talk with him a bit. He grabbed the cell phone conveniently left on the night stand next to the bed, flipped it open and dialed number his fingers knew so well.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

It was improbable the blond would actually pick up his cell phone. He was probably sleeping, unlike Axel. He almost hung up, but right before the cell phone slid closed, the ringing had stopped. Axel held his breath and waited.

“. . . Axel?” Roxas said, his voice slurred and almost croaked. It was obvious that he, in fact, had been sleeping. Yet, Axel didn’t feel guilty at all for waking him. “It’s 3 A.M. Don’t you fucking sleep anymore?”

“Hey, baby,” he replied, a somber smile playing across his lips. “. . . I miss you. Where are you?”

“. . . “ There was no answer. Axel was used to that. Roxas never told him where he was. Normally, Roxas wouldn’t say anything at all, but tonight he had an answer for Axel - even if it wasn’t the one the redhead was looking for. “I’m in bed.”

He didn’t even bother asking where this bed was. He knew there’d be no answer to that. Yet, he couldn’t help but ask, “alone?”

“Obviously.”

“. . . I miss you,” Axel said quietly. “How have you been?”

“Okay,” Roxas said and cleared his throat. He was beginning to sound a bit more normal, waking up. “A bit paranoid - I think I’m being followed, but I’ll manage. . . You?”

“Lonely,” said Axel; immediately, as if he just had to let Roxas know. “It’s boring. . . without you.”

“Oh,” was the only thing Roxas would say to that. Axel wondered if Roxas even cared, even missed him at all. If he ever thought about nights with him as Axel did constantly. Even now, just hearing Roxas breathing was driving him insane.

All he wanted was to have Roxas here, to hold Roxas, to love Roxas. He wanted to thrust himself into Roxas; to drive the blond so wild he’d forget Sora. Even now, he could feel himself getting hard and he sighed. Axel just couldn’t help it.

Axel grunted quietly and pressed himself into the sheets. No, no, he wasn’t supposed to get hard now. He’d either have to wait, or he’d have to get off the phone. Or. . .

He sat up, and headed for the dresser. The cold night air against his naked body was unpleasant and only made his erection worse. He slid drawers open and closed, shuffling through the clothing, looking for something.

“What are you doing?” Roxas asked, hearing all the noise at the other end of the line.

Axel didn’t respond, absorbed in finding this item. It wasn’t long after that he did find it, in the back of a drawer, buried under Axel’s clothing. A shirt of Roxas’, left behind - it still smelled like him and Axel tried not to mess with it too much because of that. But right now, he was desperate and there were a couple others in there.

“Are you okay?” the blond asked. It wasn’t common that Axel didn’t respond to him - he was more of a talker than Roxas himself was.

“Yeah,” Axel muttered as he took Roxas’ shirt back to bed with him and getting comfortable in the heat again. He relaxed and dug his face into the shirt, smelling the soft, fading scent of Roxas. “I miss you.”

“Axel.” How many times had Roxas heard that?

“I want you,” Axel said, shifting into a better position where he could hold the phone yet have a free hand.

“Axel!” he knew that tone of voice. . .

“I need you,” the redhead said and wrapped Roxas’ shirt around his throbbing cock.

“Axel.”

“I need you,” he said again, groaning as he began thrusting into the shirt.

Roxas sighed heavily.

“Do you. . . Remember?” Axel started to say, his breath starting to become erratic. “All the nights. . . we would love each other?”

“Yes.”

“Or. . . Maybe it was just a fuck? D-did you ever feel. . . anything for me?”

Again, Roxas didn’t reply. This was another question he’d never answer. Yet it didn’t matter to Axel whether or not he ever actually did; he knew what he, himself, felt, and that’s all that mattered. . . that’s all that matters. He knew he loved Roxas, and he truly felt this emotion which wasn’t supposed to be there, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

“Shit,” Axel grunted and thrust harder. The friction of the dry fabric against his cock was perfect, and he held it harder against his penis. He needed more. “Roxas. Talk to me like you did. . . back then.”

“What?” Why was the blond even still on the phone?

“Please,” the redhead said, and found himself almost begging. It was the closest he’d actually get to having the blond underneath him. . . “Just start talking.”

“God, Axel,” the blond said in disgust. Axel still didn’t know why he hadn’t just hung up.

“Say it. . . with more lust.”

There was a long, long pause from Roxas. Axel had actually thought he’d hung up but was too preoccupied to do anything with the phone. He thrust himself harder, faster, stronger into his own hand wrapped around the shirt rubbing against him.

Roxas could hear Axel’s breath harsh into the phone, and in the background he could even hear the sheets shuffling as the redhead thrust his hips. He really couldn’t believe Axel was doing this, and he couldn’t believe he was listening. But most of all, he couldn’t believe he was actually going to say it. “God, Axel.”

“Fuck. Again. . . I need you, Roxas,” he said, practically whining.

“God, Axel.”

“Come back to me. Please, please, please come back to me,” he said, struggling to say anything over his breath.

“I’m sorry. . . I can’t.”

“Fuck, Roxas,” Axel said and he even felt a thread of anger surging through him. He was thrusting with all his speed now, breathing so hard he was basically moaning with each exhale. He hoped Roxas was listening and could hear him; could hear his desperation, his needs, his pleas. It wasn’t good like this. It wasn’t good until Roxas was physically there.

Roxas was silent, probably still listening as Axel continued masturbating loudly. It wasn’t too long - only a minute or two - before Axel came into Roxas’ shirt with a grunt. He sighed and panted into the phone as he tried to catch his breath, and wiped off his cock with the shirt.

After he felt like he could breathe well enough to speak again, Axel spoke. “I need you,” he said again. He could never say it enough.

The blond just sighed his response, probably annoyed.

“. . . I miss you,” Axel said. He wanted Roxas just to say something, but he couldn’t get himself to say anything else.

“I miss you too, Axel,” he finally said. “Goodnight.”

Click.

Axel sighed, laid the phone next to his face and tried again to sleep; this time, without too many complications.

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