Serendipity
By ShoujoQ
"This is my first time writing a sexually explicit fanfiction, I have never written one before, not even a decent essay for that matter, so please don't gnash your teeth at me, okay?"
Summary
When Roxas Strife finally meets Axel Skye, he discovers he really is the tall, handsome hero of his novel. And his dark sensuality and raw masculinity make him eager to explore every inch of his beautiful body…
Help
I need lots of help/suggestion(s). So anybody feel up for the job?
Does anybody want be my beta?
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Chapter One Crusade
Roxas Strife didn't want to miss a thing. He wet the tip of a sharpened pencil on his tongue and steadied a writing tablet on his lap, ready to capture the last moments of his journey. But instead, he began to write the adventure playing out in his imagination.
-- Sora's nose wrinkled at the smell of stale beer and dust as he slipped behind the saloon and peered into the darkened room --
The stagecoach jolted as a wheel slipped into another deep run on the rough trail, sending his pencil scraping off the edge of the pad.
He sighed, resigned he'd have to commit the final moments of his journey to memory and pick up his protagonist's adventure after he arrived at his destination. He slid his tablet into the pocket of his satchel behind his mouse-shaped copy of "Kingdom Hearts", his latest, well only, publishing credit. He'd kept the novel in clear view in hopes of drawing a comment to give himself an opportunity to sell one of many copies he'd brought with him.
Not the mouse-shaped copy, that one contained penciled notes of the details he'd gotten wrong. For that was the purpose of this journey.
Roxas Strife had never traveled outside the city of Twilight Town, yet his first novelistic experience was an adventure tale set in the wild frontier, featuring a tall, handsome hero he'd only fantasized about. He needed to know whether he'd been wrong.
For all he knew, the real Axel Skye was a short, squat man who could suck his whiskey through the space where his front teeth ought to be. He'd braced himself the whole journey for disappointment because he'd built such high hopes he'd be the hero, he'd envisioned--the kind of man a real "Sora" would admire.
Tales of his wild youth, his talent with a 'chakram', his time spent scouting with Xemnas Xehanort for 'hearts' had fired his imagination since he'd come across the first mention of his name in the Twilight Town Tribune.
After that Roxas'd scoured every newspaper he could get his hands on, searching for a description of the man and his exploits.
Physical descriptions had been hard to come by; "burnished skin" and "the deadly stare of the green-eyed devil" hadn't told him whether his jaw was square or rounded, or his nose was a sculpted blade or broad and bumpy. And it would have been helpful to know whether Sora would have to lift his patrician chin to kiss his lips. Since he'd lacked definitive answers to his questions, in his mind he'd created an image of the man he wanted Axel to be.
However, news of his dangerous exploits had been much easier to find. The man had earned quite a reputation as a pyro as he'd roamed the different worlds.
Then last year, for some reason, he'd settled in Hollow Bastion, not Destiny Islands or any number of more recognizable worlds, but an unknown place with a whimsical name.
In his research, Roxas missed the reason for his inexplicable move. Now he wanted the truth for the sequel to his book and detailed description to bring his vivid adventures to life.
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Roxas pulled back the curtain to take a look outside, blinking against a cloud of dirt stirred up by the stage's team of horses.
Bright sunlight dispelled the gloom in the interior of the stagecoach. Everywhere around them endless blue sky filled the view. The golden tips of the prairie grass rimming the trail waved in a slight breeze.
"Close that curtain! You're letting in the dust."
"As if we aren't already wearing a coat of gritty trail dirt?" Roxas thought as he bit his tongue against the retort.
Ever since Mr. Squall had boarded the stage in Sunset Hill, he'd offered a contrary comment to every one of Roxas' actions.
Roxas firmed his lips into a polite smile and turned to the grouchy man sitting on the opposite seat. "Aren't you the least bit curious about what's happening outside this coach?"
Mr. Squall snorted. "Curiosity killed the cat/"
Roxas lifted his eyebrows, which sent his spectacles sliding down his nose. The man had repeated the same tired old cliché as mystery figure in the opening scene of his dime novel.
Just like a character of the mystery figure, the man had a cliché for every occasion and nary an original thought. Another coincidence! An odd prickling raised the fine hairs at Roxas' neck.
While some of the less important details-the flora, the fauna, and the ruggedness of the trail-had most been wrong, the events in his story had been strikingly similar. The string of similarities between Sora's adventure and his own true-life adventure had at first amused Roxas, who'd been convinced he'd simply done his research and was an apt pupil of human nature.
But this time, the words were repeated as though they'd been scripted in advance. As well, the more Roxas thought about it, Mr. Squall was an exact replica of the irascible mystery man who'd complained throughout that first scene of his adventure novel.
Even Mr. Setzer who slept beside him resembled the handsome, debauched gambler who'd managed to snore throughout the last leg of the fictional journey despite the bone-rattling thuds of the lumbering stagecoach.
The one jarring detail that didn't match his story was the character of the hero. Roxas was far cry from the beautiful and spirited Sora. Sadly, he wasn't a brunette, or possessed of pure, porcelain complexion and soft, curvaceous figure. His own hair was a muddy blonde and his nose sprinkled with an unfortunate quantity of freckles. And he wasn't the least bit adventurous.
Still, if the story was somehow unfolding…
A loud banging sounded from the top of the coach. "Folks, we're coming up on Hollow Bastion," came the call from the driver.
Mr. Squall patted his hair while Mr. Setzer snuffled and opened his bloodshot eyes as he refastened his string tie.
Surreptitiously, Roxas reached for the edge of the window casing and held on tight…just in case.
Shots rang out, the coach jerked forward and back, and then shrill whinnies filled the air as the team lurched again and shot forward, sending screaming Mr. Squall into Mr. Setzer's lap.
Roxas suppressed a squeal of fright and held on. Then just as quickly, he relaxed, suddenly unafraid, because he knew how this would end.
A hero rode to their rescue.
Sure enough, shouts sounded outside-from the driver and another man whose horse ate up the distance between them in a staccato flurry of sharp hooves. Gradually, the team slowed, snorts and frightened whinnies settling like the dust sifting underneath the flapping leather curtains, until at last the stagecoach came to a stop.
Just like in his story.
Only Roxas didn't wait for their rescuer to fling open the door. He stood and grasped the door handle, nervous but determined to see whether the object of his obsession was indeed on the other side.
The door gave way unexpectedly, bringing him along with it, and he toppled out of the coach and straight into the arms of a very tall man. Thick, strong muscles surrounded Roxas as he swept him off his feet and held close to his solid chest.
Startled, Roxas glanced up, but his rasping breath fogged the lenses of his spectacles, and he groaned.
Why, oh why hadn't he put them away? Better to be blinking at the man than looking like a startled, befuddled mouse. Around the rims of his glasses, he noted the breadth of the said man's shoulders and the dark shadow from the hat shading his face.
"Are you alright, kiddo?" His voice was deep, raspy bass that seemed to wrap itself around Roxas like a raw caress.
"Axel?" he whispered, more sure of is identity than he'd ever been of anything in his life. He knew his voice-had heard it speaking in his imagination. Naturally, he smelled of sage and spicy soap. He'd written that as well.
"Do I know you?" he asked, amusement in his voice.
A wide, tremulous smile stretched Roxas' lips, and he slowly wound his arms around Axel's shoulders.
"No, but I know you, sir," he said, too excited to give more than a passing thought to his forward behavior.
The man's head tilted as though he were scrutinizing him. "He bump his head?" He directed the question to the people stepping from the coach.
"I don't think so," Mr. Squall said, his voice trembling and affronted at the same time. "But he's a very strange young man."
"Think you can stand on your own, kiddo?"
Roxas sighed dreamily. "Must I?"
A soft snort and Axel's arms tightened for a second; then he set Roxas on his feet, his hands settling at his waist to steady him.
Roxas sucked in a deep breath at the intimate touch. The heat of Axel's hands caused an immediate warming in his nether regions. Roxas' nipples peaked against his thin shirt. If just a simple, helpful touch could do this to him, what havoc would a more intimate caress wreak?
"Well, damn," Axel said softly, quickly removing his hands and standing back.
"Wait-" Roxas reached up for his glasses and took them off, blushing as he searched for a pocket to hide them away. When he squinted upward again, he was gone. His boot steps thudded, growing softer in the distance and mingling with the sound of the other people moving along the boardwalk.
He realized that for that short space of time, no one else had existed for him. All thought had stilled in his busy mind. He'd been exactly as he'd imagined. Well, as tall and strong as he'd imagined. And he was sure he still had his front teeth because he hadn't lisped.
He'd acted the hero, putting his own safety at risk to slow the stagecoach. He'd behaved exactly as he'd expected. Again, Roxas was reminded he was no Sora. His protagonist hadn't swooned into the hero's arms. He'd given him a brilliant smile and said something equally brilliant, which Roxas couldn't have remembered at that all-important moment to save his life. He'd been so filled with vibrant, glowing heat that he'd forgotten his purpose-and the fact that maybe he had the means to avert certain disaster.
He patted his pocket for his spectacles and choked on the dust he raised. No wonder the man had fled in such a hurry! Roxas was filthy and smelled as sour as old milk.
Glancing back at the coach, de decided to check into the hotel and give himself a quick scrub before setting out to find Mr. Axel Skye. He had a good idea where he'd be.
The man needed his insight into his future. But would he listen to him?
Another question burned a hole in his belly-was he as handsome as his heart and body said he was? And he'd imagined back in Twilight Town when he'd penned his novel in the wee hours of the night inside the tiny room he'd kept above her uncle's apothecary?
Of course, he was. His hands had felt him over and found him wanting. If only he were as lovely as Sora. In his first meeting with the hero, Roxas'd rendered Axel speechless as he's searched his fair countenance and committed it to memory before shaking himself out of his daze. He'd remembered at the last moment to extend his hand to help Sora glide gracefully from the stage.
Sora had shivered delicately as he settled his soft palm in his broad, calloused palm and given him a blinding smile. The smiling part Roxas had managed to get right. Although likely Axel'd stared at his puffy lips and wondered if he'd kissed a bee.
He sighed, hoping to earn at least his gratitude, if not his admiration, when he gave him the news that tonight he'd be drawing on a killer.
Axel Skye tied the reins to the hitching post in front of the sheriff's office and stomped up the wooden steps, feeling as ornery as a horse with a burr beneath its saddle. First order of business was to find out who fired the shots that spooked the runaway stagecoach.
Maybe then he could forget the softness of the boy he'd held in his arm as he'd melted all over him like sweet, warm molasses.
The first sight of the boy trembling from the door of the coach hadn't inspired so much as a spark of interest. The boy was mousy. His blondish brown hair straggled away from his face. His scrawny figure was hardly worth noting. However, close up, the sight of the blonde's slender nose dotted with golden freckles and the misting lenses of his wire-rimmed spectacles had forced a grin.
The smile the boy returned had been brilliant, scorching as summer sunlight. Suddenly, he'd felt light and fit just right in his arms. The way Roxas' wrapped his arms around his shoulder had sent an arc of electric heat straight to his loins. For a moment, he'd though the boy returned his interest.
Until he'd set him on his feet and held his tiny waist between his large hands. The boy's sharp gasp had felt like a splash of cold water.
Reminded he was tolerated for his skill with a chakram, he withdrew quickly, leaving the teen blushing and glancing away at the impropriety of his touch. Townfolk might turn a jaded glance when he diddled with a saloon whore, but decent folk would look askance if he set his sight on a young blonde boy.
The blonde's smile had been one of relief, not of interest returned. He'd do well to remember that and give the boy a wide berth. Besides, he had enough problems on his hands-drunks to turn out of jailhouse, a wild young town to tame.
As he walked into dim interior of his new office, he flipped the sign to let folks know he was in and reached for the keys hanging on a peg.
He had what he wanted right here. A chance at respectability after a checkered past. One reed-slim boy with lush pink lips wasn't going to put a spoke in his wagon's wheel.
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Explanations
The reason that Sora's character is described 'too feminine' is because the inspiration for his character came straight from another fanfiction (I don't remember the name). In that fanfiction Sora moves from Traverse Town away from his boyfriend Leon, and moves to Destiny Islands and meets Riku, and crossdresses. Does anyone know the name? Anyway that's where it came from.
Suggested Listening
Listen to 'W' (Duo U&U) and 'Fujimoto Miki'
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