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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Axel/Xion
  Character:
      Axel, Xion
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_30_lemons, Het, Age_Difference, Underage_Sex, Public_Sex, Rock
      Concert
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-29 Words: 3258
****** It's Been a Long Time (Since I Rock and Rolled) ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Axel takes Xion to a rock concert.
"I thought we couldn't gain anything from things like music," Xion says,
watching Axel dig around inside of his closet from her perch on his bed. He
called her in and told her that they're going to a rock concert, and she has to
be dressed properly. Of course, she has to wonder where he finds clothing like
this, but she doesn't ask too many questions. After all, he is Axel, and how
could he be Axel if he didn't act a bit… odd? Inasmuch as anyone in the
Organization could be odd, at least compared to anyone else.
"We're going to a rock concert. It's a night off, and you've never done it
before." Axel tosses her… she isn't sure what it is. "Put those on."
"What are they?" Xion examines them, lifting them up. It looks like… netting?
She's seen netting before, in a few worlds.
"They're stockings. You put them on your legs." He sees her blank look. "Like
pants."
"But they don't really cover much," she says. "Isn't the point of pants to
cover your legs?" The netting seems to leave more uncovered than it actually
covers.
"They're there for the look of things."
"Stockings." Axel says. "You put them on your legs." He pauses. "You need to
take your pants off first. And your boots and socks."
"Okay…" Xion doesn't understand it, but she usually doesn't understand the
things that Axel talks about, so she's fairly used to just doing the equivalent
of smiling and nodding, although come to think of it, that's really all
Nobodies can do. She looks at the… stockings, then back up at Axel. "How do I
put them on?"
Axel gives a belabored sigh, inasmuch as a Nobody can be labored in the first
place. "Take your pants off," he says.
Xion blinks at him. "You want to…?" Usually Axel isn't this… direct. Still, if
she usually enjoys their… time together. So she unbuckles her belt and kicks
off her boots, until she's standing in the middle of Axel's room in just her
black shirt and her panties. She took her coat off a while ago, when she first
came into the room.
"No. Not now." Axel holds one bit of netting open. "Step in." He pauses, then,
"Panties off too."
Xion blushes. "Why?"
"'cause you'll be wearing a short skirt and you don't have the right kind of
panties for it." He tugs them down and off. "Step out."
Xion is blushing harder, but she steps out. "Why don't they go with it?"
"Because they're not really… short skirt panties. Left foot."
Xion slides her foot into the stockings. They feel strange on her skin, and
rough. "There are special panties for short skirts?"
"Something like that, yeah. Right foot."
Xion steps in. She keeps her hands on Axel's leather covered shoulders as she
feels his warm fingers guide the stockings up her bare legs, then her thighs.
She looks down at her legs, covered in their netting, and she feels an almost-
shadow of panic. "Axel, I can't go out like this! Anyone could see…
everything!" She doesn't actually feel embarrassment, per se, but she knows
that she'll have to deal with a lot of people reacting badly in whatever world
they're going to if she wonders around showing… well, everything.
"Relax, baby girl." Axel plants a gentle kiss on her belly. "I've got a skirt
for you." He stands up and kisses the top of her head again.
"A skirt… like what Belle wears?" Xion doesn't see the point of wearing these
stockings, if nobody is going to see them - they're kind of tight, and she can
already feel them start to leave marks on her skin. If she's going to suffer in
them, shouldn't she at least be admired?
"Well, technically." Axel goes back to his closet and comes back with a small
bunch of red and green checked fabric. "Here. Put this on."
"… How?" Xion examines the tiny thing. How would she even get it to stay on?
Axel rolls his eyes and takes it out of her hands. He holds it open. "Step in."
Xion eyes it apprehensively. She isn't that curvy - not nearly as curvy as most
of the women that she sees on her various missions - but the skirt doesn't look
like it would even get over her hips.
Axel looks at her meaningfully. "Hurry it up," he says impatiently, and the
impatience sounds surprisingly real.
Xion steps into the skirt, letting Axel pull it up over her calves to her legs
to her hips. It's just long enough to cover the spot where her bottom meets her
thighs, but only just, and it flares out at the edges, so that if she moves too
much, the whole world will see… well, a lot more of Xion than is usually on
view.
"Aren't you pretty?" Axel reaches under the skirt and rubs her bottom through
her stockings.
Xion squeaks and looks up and over her shoulder at him. "If I'm getting all
dressed up, what are you wearing?" She leans against him, because she likes the
feel of his hands on her skin, even if it is through the netting. She thinks he
would look good covered in netting, with a short skirt.
"Oh, the usual. Just taking off some of the extra." Axel steps away from her
and unzips his coat. He pulls his shirt off and over his head, than peels off
his gloves. It leaves him in just his pants, although they're leather today,
instead of their standard black denim. His pale skin seems to glow against the
darkness of the leather.
Xion gapes. "Won't you be… cold?" She is surprised her voice doesn't crack,
because seeing Axel like that is rather… appealing.
"Nope." Axel takes another step back and examines her critically. "Hm…
something's missing." He circles her, tapping his fingertip to his lips.
"Um, boots?" Xion's toes curl into her feet, the cold tile of her bedroom floor
sending little shivers down her back.
"Other than that," Axel says. He keeps looking at her critically. After about a
minute, he seems to get an idea. "Give me your shirt."
"What?" Xion blushes.
"Your shirt. Give it to me." Axel holds his hand out for aforementioned shirt.
"Why?"
"I'll get you a new one, alright?" Axel twitches his fingers.
"Why will I need a new one?" Xion's voice is suspicious.
"Can't you just trust me?" Axel sounds peeved. "It's not like I haven't given
you enough reasons to."
Xion groans and takes her shirt off, holding it out. "Am I going to regret
this?" She asks, covering her small breasts with her arms. Sure, Axel's seen
her naked lots of times, but this is a different kind of naked.
"Lets see…" Axel examines the black cotton shirt critically. He rips the
sleeves off, much to Xion's (admittedly, faked, but when you fake enough, it
becomes almost real) annoyance, than along the bottom, until a good deal of
shirt is missing. "That's better."
"What? What did you do to my shirt?" Xion demands, snatching it back and
pulling it over her head. Now a lot of her belly is showing, more than she is
sure she is comfortable with, and comfort obviously isn't an emotion, because
she knows what it is.
"You'll fit in better that way, trust me." Axel goes back to digging through
his closet. "Just one more thing."
"What?" Xion crosses her arms under her breasts, aware of the cool air on her
belly. It feels strange against her skin, especially given how used to being
covered in her coat she is.
"Here." Axel holds out a gold tube.
"What is it?" Xion opens it, and is surprised by the waxy, black tube she sees.
"Lipstick. You know how to put it on?" Axel makes a face and takes it back. "Of
course you don't. Why would you?" He crouches down in front of her, so that
they're more or less eye to eye. "Pucker your lips up."
"Huh?" Xion is lost.
"Do like this." Axel demonstrates. When he sees Xion imitate him, he quickly
applies the lipstick. "Now rub your lips together."
"What's it for?" Xion asks, tasting the lipstick. It doesn't really taste like
anything. "Where'd you get all of it?"
"It's for looking interesting, mainly." Axel runs a hand through his spikes,
then poses. "How do I look?"
"Cold," Xion says, shivering as she feels the cold air against her skin.
Axel rolls his eyes. "Aside from that. I look good?"
"I guess…." Xion shrugs. She doesn't know much from these things.
"Good enough," Axel says. "Put on your boots, and we can get going."
"To a… rock concert? What'll it be like?" Xion leans down to pull her boots on,
but she yelps when Axel smacks her bare bottom, which was revealed when she
leaned down.
"You'll see." Axel beckons her over, once she's done. "Come on. Let us go." He
wraps an arm around her shoulders and opens a dark portal, and the two of them
step out and into the wide world.
Xion's first impression is of noise. People screaming, instruments (she's heard
instruments before, in various worlds, although usually not like this) playing,
and billions of other sounds that she can't and doesn't want to identify.
Because the main sound she can hear is a deep thudding noise, that resonates in
her bones and her blood, making her whole self shake, and some instinctive part
of her says that this is what a heart would feel like. The second impression is
that of heat - they're in a smoky, dark room, packed with people, although Xion
is pressed right up against a wall that is thudding along with the beat, making
her teeth rattle. At least Axel was right about dressing them up this way -
Xion thinks she may be overdressed, compared to some of the other women she
sees thrashing about to the music. Axel is on her other side, and they're
apparently in a corner, because she can't see much of what is happening on
stage. There are people on the stage, singing and dancing, but Xion isn't
paying attention to them - she's paying attention to Axel.
Axel evidently likes the music. He is moving his body to it, his eyes closed in
what could almost be bliss. Because they're in a corner, nobody is really
jostling them, and Axel is throwing his whole self into the music, judging by
the way his whole body is moving. But Axel certainly isn't expecting to have
Xion grab his hands. He doesn't expect her to wrap them around her, to press
them against her breasts, one hand being pressed tight against the place where
her heart would go, if she had one. She's attempting to dance with him, move to
his rhythm, and she can almost get it, but just like him, some little piece of
her is off tempo, because she doesn't have a heartbeat to guide her. He doesn't
either. But the beat of the bass, rattling through them, could almost be a
substitute. Almost.
Xion feels something building in her belly, a throbbing, beating thing that
almost, almost replicates the beat of a heart and of the bass, that seems to
skate up and down her spine, to spread across her scalp like oil and drip down
her mesh covered legs like water. Well, at least Axel was right about the heat
- she can already feel the sweat start to trickle down her face, into her eyes,
sweating up her thin hair. She's shaking and moving, similarly to the people
around her, but she feels some shadow of… contentment, having Axel pressed
right up against her like this, almost draped over her, his arms wrapped around
her, his hand on her breast and his other on her belly.. It isn't the lazy
shadow-contentment of ice cream and sunsets, though. This makes her whole body
want to move, to twitch and jerk to the rhythm the way everyone around them
seems to be doing. And she does try. But, as was mentioned before, she can't
quite get it right. How do you keep to the beat of a song, when you don't know
how to follow the beat of a heart? She whimpers, pressing Axel's hand closer to
her breast.
"Can you feel it?"
"What?" Axel leans further down, until his mouth is more or less level with
Xion's.
"Can you feel it?" She presses his hand harder against her breast, almost to
the point of pain. She's almost completely sure she can feel the beat in her
chest, where her heart would belong.
"Can I feel what?" He is rubbing up against her now, hard enough that she can
feel the lump of his cock against her back.
"My heart. Can you feel it?" She grinds back against him, feeling the sparks
twitching and wriggling in her own belly, down her spine.
Axel doesn't say anything, but he bends down and kisses her, kisses her hard.
The thudding and banging in her bones is thrumming through his body as well,
leaving his whole body throbbing. This is the whole reason he came here - to
feel this beating, throbbing, thrumming throughout his body. His ears will be
ringing tomorrow, he'll have a headache. But he doesn't care. He can't care,
not just because he's a Nobody, but because he needs this, needs this the way
his body needs (or at least pretends it needs) air. He needs to at least
pretend to have a heart, because otherwise, some small, important thing in his
head will snap like a twig and he'll become another mindless, wandering Dusk.
His body reacts, of course - the combination of the music and the fact that
Xion is here, Xion with her thin bones and wide blue eyes, and while she
doesn't exactly make him feel like he has a heart, she stills something
restless in him, something hungry and furious that would probably tear him
apart if he did nothing.
Xion tastes some of it in his kiss, because the same thoughts, the same almost-
feelings are going through her, albeit to a different tune. She clutches him to
her, feeling the music thudding in her veins and through her head, her chest
and her bones. She would love Axel, she thinks sometimes, reading about it in
one of the many books in Larxene and Zexion's library. She knows she can't
love, because she knows that if she were in love, she would know it. She wishes
she could love Axel, wishes she could feel for him the way she does about Roxas
- something about Roxas calls out to the emptiness inside of her, and she does
the same for him, leaving the two of them clutching at each other at odd hours
of the night, holding on tightly like survivors of a shipwreck. But with Axel,
it's different. Much, much different. Axel is fire in her veins and sparks in
her belly, Axel is the thud-thud-thud of the music throughout her whole body.
She wants to show it to him, wants to give him back some of that feeling any
way she can.
Axel turns her around, taking his hand off of her breast and pulling her close,
leaning back against the huge speaker. It rattles through their bones, and Axel
leans down and kisses her again, harder. He can taste the lipstick on her lips,
although having her down there is beginning to make his back hurt. He lifts her
up under the arms, the sweat slippery under his fingers, and making her harder
to lift up. He presses her against the speaker, which takes some of the weight,
and kisses her again, kisses her as the bass thuds through their bones in what
could be the heartbeat of a giant.
Xion gasps and kisses him back, her hands scrabbling at his sweaty back, slip-
sliding and trying to gain traction. Her legs wrap around his hips, and she
squeezes him closer, feeling the seam of her stockings rub against her clit,
making her see little sparks, and the sparks just seem to join in with the
beat-beat-beat that is rattling her bones. She moves her hands to the back of
his head, clutching his hair in her hands as she kisses him as hard as she can,
her hips rocking against him, feeling the seam of her stockings and the rough
leather of the waistband of his pants against her clit. Anyone who looks their
way will probably see her bare bottom around his body, but she can't make
herself pretend to care, not when his hands are covering it and kneading it,
slipping on the sweat.
Axel gasps into her mouth and breaks the kiss, letting her slide down a few
inches, and now he can't kiss her, but he can rock his erection right against
her pussy, where he knows she'll appreciate it. He can plant one hand on the
wall and the other on her bottom, pulling her closer as he jerks against her,
almost in time with the beat of the bass. The song has changed - something with
a faster tempo, and it matches the urgent jerking of both of their hips. Then
Axel lets go of her for a second, pinning her to the wall with his hips, and
fiddles with his belt. When his hands come back to her, they go back to her
bottom, pulling her as close as he can, staring down at her blue eyes, which
are shining in the dim light.
Xion holds on tightly to his shoulders, staring up at his green eyes, her hips
working against his. She can feel his cock directly now, because that's what he
did - he drew it out of his pants, and now he's grinding it against her pussy,
right near her clit, making her shudder and squeeze his ribs with her knees.
The head of his erection is wet against her, but she can't tell that wetness
from the wetness leaking out of her pussy and the slippery-slickness of her
sweat and his sweat, which is making it harder to hold on. She can feel herself
start to teeter over the edge of that hill, feel the beat swelling through her
bones and in her clit, until she bites his shoulder to stifle her orgasm. She
can feel wetness on her face, but she doesn't know if it's her eyes leaking or
the sweat dripping from her scalp. She doesn't know, she doesn't care, she just
goes limp while clinging to him with all four limbs, feeling his thrusting
against her become more frenzied.
Axel groans and presses close to her, trapping his cock right up against her
pussy. When he comes, he comes between her legs, splattering the back of her
skirt and all along her wet, stockinged thighs. He lifts her up to his face
again and kisses her, getting the last of her lipstick on his own lips. He
cuddles her close to him, crooning quietly, his own panting breath matched by
hers. The music is slowing down now, and Axel presses his forehead against hers
and imagines whispering something to her, something they both know is a lie but
both of them wish was true. He doesn't, though. He holds her close to him,
kissing the top of her head, and lets the boom of the bass rumble through his
bones, making his teeth rattle and his eyes leak.
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