The sound of a slamming door was able to be heard, a loud groan soon following. Today was not his day, this week had not been his week, and god help someone if this wasn't going to be his month.
Aching feet walked from the front of the apartment, carrying Roxas through the otherwise empty living area, Ven having taken the night off to be with Riku, and really Roxas was thankful his brother was gone. He would hate to have the other here in fear of taking his anger and frustration out on his twin. And really, Ven dealt with enough having the silveret as a boyfriend, he didn't need his own brother projecting his problems onto him.
Hands went to Roxas' shirt, undoing the buttons and stripping it off, letting the material fall onto the floor as he passed before his hand was ripping off his shoes. After a slight dance and a moment of just leaning against the wall, both shoes were off, the socks following quickly. With only his pants and boxers he entered his room, not bothering to shut the door behind him though he did flip on the light.
Finally comfortable, the still agitated blonde watched it wall, waiting on something interesting to happen, or appear, or something that wasn't him just laying in bed. He wasn't tired enough to sleep, and walking to take a bath just seemed a hassle in his current mood. So what could--oh. Oh, yeah that sounded good.
His hand was quick to go to his phone, pulling it to his face as he rolled onto his stomach, on habit going to his recent call list and----oh. Oh, fuck.
The names were there, beside the other, reading Axel F and Seifer A, and dammit it was this again. He was tired of it, tired of thinking, of telling himself he needed to decide, but he knew he did. He knew that this couldn't go on forever, these types of things never lasted long, but it was....nice. Great even, and Roxas was enjoying it.
He had Seifer Almasy, the dealer, the jerk, and way too attractive to be just now legal. His personality was horrid, his jokes ill timed, his wording crude, but Roxas adored him. He wasn't sure why, or how, but the affection was there. It was more then sex to the blond, even if that was how it started out, and Roxas wasn't ready to see it end.
And he had Axel Flynn, the gamer, the hard worker, the ambitious nerd. Everything Roxas was and everything he could see himself with. They understood each other, got the gaming jokes, challenged each other be it with levels, times or even on the dance floor, and oh god the sex. Axel wasn't a god in any way or form, but he learned quick where to touch, how hard to bite and just which angle to thrust to make the blonde scream with desire.
But dammit if Axel beat him one more fucking time---
He chuckled, shaking his head before his eyes were back on his device. Slowly he sat up, eyeing both names, a frown settling upon his features. No he...he needed to make a decision. To end this FWB relationship with one of them and get serious about the other...He sighed, falling onto his back, eyes on the ceiling above him.
Seifer was rough, the good kind, and treated Roxas as an equal. Axel wanted to pamper him far too often for the blonds' taste, treating him as something delicate. Axels' hands were rough, calloused, and it felt so amazing against his bare skin. Seifers' were soft, but his hold was bruising.
A swallow, and Roxas shifted, the work of comparing the two getting him to. He wanted both of them, couldn't he have that? Just tell them about the other? But Axel, would he...be hurt if he found out? Would it..ruin everything? Seifer, Roxas could bet, wouldn't care all too much. But Axel wasn't as strong, wasn't as tough, from what he'd seen of the red head.
Returning his phone screen to black, the blonde sighed, rolling onto his side and closing his blue hues. No. He wasn't going to decide, not when he wanted them both so equally.
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Tiredness overtook the male, his back colliding easily with the less then comfortable mattress, eyes closing on impact. He was ready to let sleep overtake him, the low dosage in his system helping his body to numb, to relax and allow sleep to settle in. There was a weight beside him, a second body, and it took several moments for the silveret to notice it.
Riku groaned, not bothering to open his eyes, unable to bring himself to care who had crawled in beside him. The person wasn't attempting to touch him, to get any sort of rouse from the tired seventeen year old, simply just laying beside him. So for the time being, it was alright.
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Sleep had come quickly to the blond, laying his side, alone in his bed and comfortable, but however he didn't stay asleep long. At the weight being pressed onto his back, the male groaned, shifting more into it before he felt a hand come to rest on his hip.
Slowly his eyes opened, blinking into the darkness before he turned his head, meeting the expression of blue-green eyes and dirty blond hair, a smirk on the tallers lips. Quickly blue eyes widened before Roxas shrunk back, doing his best not to show his excitement. It had been a week since he had seen Seifer, and yet here he was, in his bed, and---
oh god.
Fully rolling to face the other, his lips were on the mans', one hand going into short hair as he pulled him closer, allowing that strong arm to wrap around his waist. He knew where this was going, and he wasn't going to stop it.
The club was hot, loud, sticky, and bright. The base thumped through the walls and the dozens of bodies bouncing as a single heart beat. Strobes and lasers flashed into every corner. The amalgamating body heat warmed the dancers enough to leave them flushed and sweating. The first time Sora had come here, he had to leave after ten minutes. Head pounding, eyes flashing, and nearly gagging, his senses could not thrive in the environment.
Now it was his third time here, and he was well prepared. With a pair of sunglasses, and even ear plugs, he could protect his senses enough to get through the night. He could do nothing about the body odor and heat, but he could work with that. He just focused on the music and the girls in front of him.
The dance floor was filled corner to corner with grinding and bouncing and rocking to the beat. Restless youths danced to the heavy base, some well, others not so graceful. But Sora was having trouble showing off his moves. It was hard to get girls to dance with you when most were half a foot taller. Not that he would have minded, but apparently, there was some standard here. Thankfully, his hair managed to score him a few points.
The dhampir flopped back against the wall, clonking his head against it partially in exhaustion, partially frustration. He had found a shorter girl that had humored him for a while, but she was so drunk he could hardly keep up interest. How was he supposed to pick up chicks in a place like this?
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Growing used to this situation, Roxas only gave a low grunt of approval at being shoved, his body being pinned to the wall behind him, Seifer having managed to sneak into the back storage of the store. Hands on his hips, Roxas was being pulled closer, those lips pressing harder against his own. Oh, Seifer was being impatient. But work was work, and right now he was working.
Reaching a hand up to that broad chest, he went to push the taller away only to gasp, one of Seifers' hands grabbing and seizing his rear. Through his pants he could feel the budding hardness that was being pressed against his front, alerting him of hoe far his partner was wanting to take this. And maybe he coul--
"Bend over."
The words brought Roxas from his haze, blue eyes blinking before they narrowed, head lowering as he managed to shove himself from the tallers' grasp. "No." His wording was quick, harsh and final, and Seifer knew how much he hated the position he had been wanting, and like hell if it was going to happen.
So with a frown, he left, forgetting what he needed to heading to the front, back to work.
Warmth was the first thing that managed to register in the groggy mind of the blond, enough to draw the male close to it. A hard chest was against Roxas’ face, raising and falling with each passing breath, a steady heartbeat sounding against his ear.
He had forgotten how many times he woke like this, against the same man, his own arms around the hard body of the taller. Though with no arms around himself, the only thing that had kept him in his position was…well, his own want to be where he was. He didn’t fear waking up Seifer, he knew if he did the other would simple roll over and ignore his presence altogether, something that bothered the shorter blond each and every time.
And it continued. Three, sometimes four days out of the week, Roxas would find himself with Seifer, under him, on him, whichever it happened to be for the evening, and every time he found himself enjoying it. And Sefier would always leave the next morning, staying until the afternoon if breakfast was made, but he would always return that night, even if sex wasn’t planned.
Slowly, Roxas begun to feel more. He hadn’t realized it at the time, choosing to instead focus on what currently was happening. The nights together, the days apart, working. It all seemed to blend nicely, turning into a routine for the blond, his feelings being disregarded as if they were never there. And really, it would have been better if they weren’t.
No, it wasn’t until Seifer vanished, leaving the blond with no word, not warning of where he was going or what he was doing, and after three weeks, Roxas was irate. Deciding to find the bed partner he was beginning to miss, the blond used his board, not wanting to ask his brother for the car. Hours passed, several, for him to cover the entire measure of Twilight City, but he had done it. Twice, and was on his third go round before he spotted the man.
His first instinct was rage. Complete anger fulled his actions, the twenty year old getting off his board, leaving it where it was on the sidewalk, and stomping his way across the street to the alley where the man was currently scrunched down. Getting close, he begun to slow down, head turning slightly. Was…Was Seifer…No. He couldn’t be, but….Holy shit, he was crying.
The shock of the situation earned the blond to remain still, stopping just in front of the man he had always thought strong. And he realized, accepted and came to terms with just how much he cared. How much he wanted to help. How much he loved the other. With arms out, he dropped to Seifers’ level, bringing the still shivering man into his embrace, having to rest most of his weight on his knees.
He had managed to bring Seifer back that evening, share with him his bed, and held the dirty blond who refused to talk about what had kept him away, and what had him crying on his own. Instead he spent the next several days doing his best to please the other, finding it in the slightest bit odd when Seifer stayed the entirety of the day instead of leaving, and after a week Roxas couldn’t help the smile he had when he came home from work to hear Seifer joking around with Ven, pissing him off in the best way.
And now here he was, months after the even and not even the slightest bit out of the love with the man he currently laying on. Placing a hand on Seifers’ chest, he pushed himself upward, turning his head to look down upon the sleeping man, face content as he dreamed. He hadn’t said anything, couldn’t. He knew if he did, everything would be ruined. So instead he stayed silent, choosing to instead enjoy the feeling of being with the other.
With a slight shift, he leaned down, pressing his lips to the forehead of the man, the softest smile blooming over his own lips. It hurt at times, but it was still better then not having Seifer in his life.
It was after the third…or maybe the fourth…he couldn’t remember, that he had the blond under him in a searing kiss. Skilled hands roamed over a clothed dancer toned abdomen, trailing down to hook onto the edges of soft sleeping pants. But before he could make much progress there, Roxas’s hands were pulling his away.
A determined groan left his throat before his kiss moved to the jawline of the male, down his neck, across his collar bone, over his chest, and down his stomach. His lips came to rest right above the other’s navel, eyes flicking upwards for just a moment. Without giving him much time to stop him, his kisses were being pressed along the defined hips in front of him.
They were peppered across and laced with nips to the pale flesh, teasing it further. Oh how was he enjoying those sounds. And the blond hadn’t stopped him yet. The hands that were roaming before came back up to run over cotton covered thighs and to lay upon those hips that he was dying to get a good grip on.
Yea this would be a good fuck.
Roxas had meant to argue back, to fight against the dirty blond above him. The kissing was nice, but Seifer was moving too fast, but it felt so good, and damn it was getting harder to concentrate. He knew he was bad at holding his alcohol, but at least he could retain enough willpower to push away those oh so inviting hands.
And then Seifer growled. And Roxas lost it, and that mouth was moving.
A blond head tipped back and the shorter moaned, stomach sinking in, working to push his chest upward, wanting to meet those kisses as they traveled over his body, from his jaw, to his neck, his chest and stomach and then finally --"Oh."
It was a simple act, generally something that wouldn't get the blond in such a state, but something was different. As those hands roamed over his thighs, he couldn't help but spread them more, body and mind giving in to what the taller of the two wanted. After all, it was Seifer. Roxas knew nothing was heavily expected of himself, knew that the other wouldn't be demanding a relationship, or even a constant contact. Shit, he might not even get asked for a phone number.
But here he was, under the stronger male, nearly intoxicated but still willing and he knew he wouldn't regret this. After all, it was just going to a fuck. A simple one night event, and hey. Maybe he won't see Seifer again after this?
( ✍ ) - Namine had been packing for another of her trips- scanning the titles of the books Diz had left behind, as she debated which to bring with her this time- when she heard the distinct groan of the mansion's old doors being pushed open.
The sound gave her quite a start, as she dropped the book she'd most recently been examining, and turned quickly to face the rooms door. Her first instinct, built from a year of habit, was to run and hide. More than likely it was someone from the town, coming on a dare, or to search for some legend, and once they found nothing, they would leave. Yet, as she turned to go find a hiding spot she hesitated.
What was the point? Before, it had been because they had a job that couldn't be interrupted or risked, but now, what did she have to lose? An old mansion that she only rarely lived in? Fueled by a freedom she'd never before had, she crept out of the room and peaked towards the door. Wasn't that...one of the teens from town? Stepping into view now, she looked at the other curiously.
