Serendipity

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…

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This whole story is written in general POV. Usually when you see 'he' it refers to Roxas, but whenever you see "he" has to be in bold or he has to be in italic after Axel's name it refers to Axel. It so hard to write considering that I have a tendency of writing he said-she-said, and if I used Axel said-Roxas said it would definitely not just sound awkward but it would take away from the Roxas's perspective.

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Chapter Two

Second Encounter

A quick, darting glance around the edge of the window and Roxas spied his target. The redhead had his back to Roxas and was talking to a large man who tucked his wrinkled shirt inside his pants and hitched up his yellow suspenders.

When they moved toward the door, Roxas quickly drew back and straightened the hem of his neat, black-striped jacket. He'd settled on a staid, professional suit. No use in trying too hard to win an appreciative glance. He'd only look desperate.

In his hands Roxas held a copy of his novel. Not the precious mouse-shaped copy that was left behind in his hotel room. This was a fresh copy. He intended to give it to Axel along with a warning that, however unlikely it sounded, the events within its pages were coming true.

He wouldn't mention he was the novelist. That would be far too embarrassing. After reading it, he might guess correctly at his infatuation.

Oh, why had he extolled Axel's beauty and gone on and on about the strength in his taut, leanly muscled body? Axel'd wonder how an innocent teenager would know about the fires that heated the groin of the young protagonist at just the sight of his manly physique.

Never mind he'd figure that out quickly if Roxas couldn't remember how to breathe. Roxas was about to get his first clear view of that impressive body and handsome, angular face, and his insides trembled like jelly.

The door opened and the burly man with the yellow suspenders stepped onto the planked walkway, wincing at the sunlight. "Dammit, Axel. A man could go blind this time a day."

"Quit grousing, Cid. Next time watch who you pick a fight with when you're drunk."

"Who'd guessed that little pipsqueak had fists like a hammer." Cid rubbed his swollen jaw. "Must a caught me by surprise."

"I saw the whole thing," Axel said flatly. "You swayed right into his fist."

Cid winked. "Must have felt sorry for him."

"Whatever makes you feel better. Now get along."

"Sure have lost your senses of humor since you pinned on that star."

Roxas's eyes widened, and his gaze fell to the shining silver badge on Axel's chest. In his story, Axel'd been newly elected to the position.

Cid's glance passed over him, then paused. He grimaced as he reached to tip his nonexistent hat. "Howdy, sir."

Roxas nodded absently but kept his gaze on the hard-eyed man standing at the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. His heart fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and his palms grew moist. Gazing at last into his face, his breath caught.

He hadn't begun to do the man justice. Roxas was feeling a little light-headed, and more that a little intimidated by his male perfection. But how would he ever capture his masculine, sensual essence?

Standing hatless, his eyes squinted slightly against the bright sunlight; he took Roxas's breath away. His blazing crimson hair was as shiny as a scorching sun; descending spikes covered the sharp edges of his face, which was scraped clean of any softness by years of living in the outdoors. His cheekbones were equally sharp-edged and set high; his eyes emerald and brooding; his lips a firm, straight line.

Gradually, Roxas realized he'd stared too long. The remoteness of his expression chilled him. He didn't dare drop his glance below his jaw, although Roxas was tempted beyond common decency to do just that. Instead, he lifted his chin and returned his hard glare.

Axel's mouth slid into a small, mirthless smile, and his glance fell first, skimming over Roxas's frame then quickly dropping down his length and rising again to meet his widening gaze. Roxas hadn't missed the insult in that slow perusal, and his back stiffened.

Determined not to be the only one discomfited, Roxas gave him a slow, assessing look that trailed down his broad chest. However, the insult Roxas intended to return fell away as he quickly forgot why he'd engaged in the challenge.

The black vest Axel wore over a pale pin-striped shirt lovingly followed his shape, emphasizing the broad chest and narrow waist and hips.

Roxas's breath grew ragged as he paused over the juncture of his thighs, noting the large bulge that started beneath the placket of his dark pants and trailed down the right leg of his trousers.

His gaze snapped back up to Axel's.

One brow arched. "Is there something I can do for you, kiddo?" he drawled.

Roxas gulped. Something he could do? Kiss him breathless? Strip him naked? His glance had already accomplished both. Thank goodness he had some experience or he'd be entirely overwhelmed by Axel's…maleness.

Barely suppressing the urge to fan himself, Roxas stepped inside his office and thrust out the hand holding his novel.

Axel's brows knit in confused irritation. "Thank you, but I'm not one to read that sort of story." His thumbs slid into the front pockets of his dark trousers, his long fingers bracketing his impressive sex.

He was unnerving him, drawing his attention to the part of Axel he most wished he could explore—and the bastard knew it! Feeling flustered and angry because he'd managed to turn Roxas's curiosity against him, he huffed a breath.

"You're in it," he blurted, holding the novel higher.

Axel hesitated, his frown deepening. "All right, I'll have a look. Later." He lifted one hand, sliding it slowly over the outside of Roxas's before tugging the novel from his numb fingertips and dropping it on the desk behind him.

As Roxas let his hand drop to his side, his skin still tingled from the contact. So much so, he cupped his hand against his trembling stomach. "Everything in that book is coming true," he paused, and cleared his throat as his expression sharpened. "I know I sound a little…touched, but I felt I had to warn you."

"I'm pleased you sought me out, whatever the reason," Axel said, with that low growling rumble that passed for a voice. He stepped closer, reaching beyond him to close the door, his knees nudging Roxas's crotch.

His heart skipped a beat. Had he intended to do that?

"Is there anything else I can help you with, blondie?" he asked silkily, not moving away, but giving Roxas a look that melted his insides like butter on a griddle.

Although propriety demanded it, Roxas didn't want to step back. The contact of Axel's hard thigh, sliding along the inside of his was too…decadent. His knees shook, and he clamped them shut, trapping Axel's thigh between his. A little whimper tore from Roxas's throat as his cheeks flooded with heat.

His snort, soft and masculine, accompanied a tightening of his features. Suddenly, he seemed truly dangerous. Wholly male. Close enough now his breath brushed Roxas's lips, a ragged sigh slipped from him. Roxas closed his eyes. This was Axel after all.

"Damn," Axel whispered, and then his lips smoothed over the blonde's. The kiss was sweet, but not nearly enough to quench the riot of feelings swelling inside him. Roxas murmured and leaned closer.

Axel's hands settled at Roxas's waist then began to roam, gliding up along his sides. At his startled gasp, Axel's tongue stroked deeply into Roxas's mouth.

His thin, aching moan was muffled by Axel's deepening kiss. Then his thigh rose between Roxas's, surging deeper between his legs, pressing higher, until it grazed the hardening flesh.

Without thinking, Roxas loosened his grip on Axel's leg, and settled onto it, riding the hard, muscled thigh as it pressed upward to rub against his erection until it heated with the friction, and liquid arousal seeped through his boxers.

Axel murmured against his mouth and gripped Roxas's bottom harder, rocking his back and forth on his thigh.

Slowly, Roxas lifted his hands to grasp Axel's shoulders, sinking his fingernails into the sharp corners. His mind reeled as he tasted coffee on Axel's tongue and breathed in the soft scent of sage mixed with the tang of fading tobacco that clung to his skin. Roxas's body tightened while blood rushed to swell his heated cock.

Axel's mouth lifted from Roxas's, and he moaned a protest. His eyelids fluttered open to meet Axel's heavy-lidded gaze. His nostrils flared. A muscle flexed along the side of his jaw, and then he blinked–and drew sharply away, his leg withdrawing.

Once again, his hands gripped Roxas's waist to steady him as he swayed. "You've done your civic duty, young man. I'm much obliged."

"Duty?" he whispered, trying to gather his scattered wits.

"Your warning."

His words, rough as sandpaper, caused a delicious shiver. "Oh yes, my warning." Roxas shook himself, and added a bit of starch to his own raspy tone. "You'll read it?"

"Every word," Axel said, staring at his mouth.

"Quickly though," Roxas said, his breaths panting like an overheated kitten as he struggled for aplomb. "Tonight, there'll be trouble at the saloon."

Axel's eyes narrowed; his head canted slightly. "Who are you?"

Roxas's stomach lurched. He'd rutted against him like a cat in heat and they'd never really been introduced! "Roxas Strife," he croaked.

"Roxas?" His gaze skimmed Roxas's face. "Seems a fitting name."

Roxas wrinkled his nose. "Meaning it's plain, like me?" Or was he mocking him after he'd all but begged Axel to take him—here in broad daylight in full view of anyone walking past his office. Roxas wished again he were more like Sora—more handsome, more poised. Sora wouldn't be at a loss for words after the passion they'd shared.

Axel's hands gripped Roxas's shoulders and turned him, and then he gave his bottom a slap.

Roxas yelped and glared over his shoulder, the sensual haze that had held his tongue-tied lifting at his flare of anger. "What was that for?"

"So you'd know better than to stir up any trouble tonight. And stay away from the saloon."

"I'm not going anywhere near the saloon! There's going to be a killing."

One crimson brow rose, Axel's gaze hardened. "If there is, I'll know exactly who's responsible, won't I?"

Roxas's mouth gaped and heat flooded his cheeks, and he rounded on him. "You think I'm playing some sort of game?"

"I think you're trouble. And I don't abide anyone stirring up my town."

Watching angry color flood his cheeks, Axel grimaced, wishing he could adjust his cock.

The boy stirred up more than just trouble.

Why the hell had Axel tried to intimidate him? He'd thought sidling up close would make Roxas flee, but he'd gasped, his head tilted back, his eyes fluttering closed.

Axel hadn't been able to resist tasting those full lips. Damn, but they'd been every bit as soft and pliant as he'd imagined.

The fact Roxas'd let him do much more than kiss him had shocked Axel. Didn't the boy know the danger he courted?

However, the ridiculous claim of a novel telling the future made him wonder what Roxas's real purpose was. Was Roxas trying to get to know him better and seizing on a slim excuse? The thought was flattering, but he didn't want to dismiss the possibility of some more sinister reason.

Although the last thing Roxas seemed was menacing or dangerous. Roxas was reasonably handsome with innocence that had glowed in his wide-eyed stare even as Roxas'd invited his kiss and let him touch him intimately.

That air of innocence was belied as well by how quickly Roxas was recovering his poise. Sure, his cheeks remained reddened but his glance didn't slide away, and he didn't seem ready to turn his sweet tail and run.

Roxas's looks were growing on him by the minute. Axel took in the golden brown hair, itching to tug and let his fingers slip through the glossy thickness.

Axel's mouth watered as he wondered whether his little nipples would spike like short penny nails when he sucked on them.

Roxas was flustered with anger. "Sir, I'm trying to avert trouble."

Axel shoved his hands deeper in his pockets, attempting to subtly relieve the pressure building in his balls and cock.

"I said I'd read it. But right now, I need to find out who fired the shots that caused that runaway stagecoach."

"You promise you'll read it before tonight?"

"I'll try," he said, not wanting to outright lie. He had more important things to do.

Roxas blew out a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. "I hadn't dreamed you'd be this stubborn," he murmured

Axel reached past Roxas's for the hat hanging from the wooden coat rack next to the door, and smiled as Roxas's breath caught when his shoulder brushed so close he had to reach up to cling to him rather than topple backward.

"Sorry about that, kiddo," he said, tucking his hand around Roxas to steady him once again. "I'm kinda in a hurry."

The he swept past him, turned the sign, and opened the door.

"Is it true Xemnas Xehanort asked you to appear in his escapade?"

The question was sharp-edged and so disconnected from their previous discussion; he shot Roxas an irritated glance. "Yeah."

"Why'd you turn him down? He was your friend, wasn't he?"

"Friends don't ask friends to give up everything for them," Axel bit out, and slammed the door behind him, leaving Roxas inside his office.

The door opened and shut behind him, but he was already heading fast down the planked sidewalk. Roxas's question soured his stomach while not easing his growing arousal one bit.

Sharp taps sounded on the walkway as Roxas scurried behind him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," he said breathlessly. "Maybe he didn't realize you felt that way."

"You think he's some kind of hero?" he growled, shooting Roxas a glare over his shoulder.

"He scouted for the 'pure hearts'…so did you," Roxas said, trotting to stay with him.

Despite the fact that Roxas'd touched on a sore subject, his persistence began to amuse him, so Axel widened his strides to see whether he had to salt to keep up.

"We began searching for the 'purest hearts', we killed everything and everyone without hesitation and even left wide trail of rotting carcasses as a memento. What's so damn heroic about that?"

"I… guess I never looked at it…that way," Roxas said, his breath growing ragged. "Did it…sour you?"

"Might say that. Don't like talking about those days. And blondie, if you ask about the face-off with the Saïx, I won't be responsible for my language."

Roxas's chin lifted. "I'm not so…lily-livered."

Sunlight hit the golden strands in his mud-brown hair and glinted in the gold flecks in his aquamarine eyes as he kept apace.

Axel couldn't help himself from responding. The boy wasn't much to look at, but the boy's curiosity and dogged determination, added with his interest in him, stirred up a mighty heat, which licked along his thickening cock.

The boy didn't realize just how close he was to grabbing him and dragging him into an alleyway, just to see if he'd let him kiss him again. Which made him mad as hell. The boy didn't have an ounce of commonsense. Axel slowed his pace, his thoughts quickening.

Was he this open, this intensely focused on every guy he met? Did he knowingly leave himself vulnerable to a man's advances?

The again, Roxas was from Twilight Town. Perhaps guys there weren't quite as raw or as accustomed to taking what they wanted.

In the back of his mind was a seductive thought that perhaps Roxas knew exactly what he was asking for. "Did you already find yourself a room?" Axel ground out.

"…Yes," Roxas mumbled, "At the Dali Hotel…the second floor--"

"Fine." Axel was sure Roxas would have given his room number by the nervous way he blurted out the information.

"I hope you're comfortable during your stay," he said formally, wondering if he'd take the hint he ought to mosey along before Axel gave into the urge to hurry him into a dark place.

"Actually, Ms. Dali still has my trunk behind the counter. She was waiting for someone to come and take it up for me."

Axel stopped in his tracks and stared. Was he asking him up to his room? He sighed, exaggerating his inconvenience, and turned toward the hotel, letting Roxas follow once again in his footsteps.

As Axel entered the hotel, Ms. Dali's eyebrows rose. "Morning, Sheriff."

"Morning, Dahlia. Mr. Strife has a trunk you need some help with?"

"Yes, I was waiting for Cid to get here. No tellin' where he's got himself off to this time. Back's out again, or I'd have done it myself."

"I'll take care of it for you." Axel walked stiffly behind the counter, grabbed the large trunk by its leather straps, and hefted it onto his shoulders, giving Roxas a nod. "Show me where you want it."

His eyes widened. "I didn't mean for you to go to all this bother."

"You didn't? I thought all that fuss about your room was the whole point," Axel growled.

"Sir, I was just making conversation," Roxas said blushing.

Ms. Dali gave them both a sideways glance.

Roxas blushed and turned around with a flounce to precede him up the stairs, his head held high. At the top of the landing, Roxas turned to stalk down to the end of the long hallway.

Axel eyed the exit door at the very end of the hall. "She gave you this room? You know, anyone could walk in from the outside staircase.

"Well, I have a key, and Ms. Dali assured me this is a safe little town now that you're in charge." Roxas's hands shook as he unlocked the door. Once he managed to fling it open, he stood aside while Axel entered clasping his hands nervously.

"Where do you want it?"

His cheeks flushed strawberry red, but he indicated with a wave of his hand that Axel should lay the trunk on his bed.

"What do you have in this thing?" Axel asked, dropping it on the mattress. "Rocks?"

"Some books," Roxas said, his blush deepening.

"More of those novels?"

Roxas's lips pressed into a straight line.

Axel took Roxas's response as a yes, not questioning his taste in literature. "What is your business here, Mr. Strife?"

"Um…research. For a publisher."

That explained the books. And the questions. So maybe he hadn't been so much interested in him as a man, but as a notorious legend. Which made him madder. Axel tipped his hat and strode toward the door.

As Axel's hand reached for the knob, Roxas said quickly, "You will read the novel today, won't you?"

Glancing over his shoulder, Axel replied, "Like I said. I'll do my best."

Roxas stood looking as though he wanted to say something else. "Maybe if you just read the passage about what happens tonight…?

Axel gave another long sigh and turned, leaning his back against the door. "Why don't you just tell me the short version about what's suppose to happen tonight."

Roxas's eyes widened. "Well, I guess I could." His eyes shut for a moment and his brows furrowed as he thought. "Two men will be sitting at a table playing poker. One of them will toss his cards in the center of the table, and say, 'If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had that ace up your sleeve. No one's that damn lucky.'" His eyes popped open. "That's when the other man will start to rise, and his hand will go to a gun he has in a holster inside his jacket. It's hidden because no one's allowed to wear a sidearm in the saloon."

"That's right," Axel said, his eyes narrowing on Roxas.

"So why don't you save me the bother of waiting until that happens and just give me their names?"

"Because their names won't be the same as in the story." Roxas said it so matter-of-factly, with such confidence; he had no doubt that was exactly what would happen that night.

Question was, why did Roxas need it to happen? To draw Axel to the saloon? For what purpose? What kind of con game was the boy working?

The whole time Roxas'd told the story, his face had been illuminated, as though relishing argument and the man drawing on the other gambler. The boy was a bloodthirsty little thing.

Axel hadn't had any plans on being in the saloon that night, but seeing as how Roxas wanted him there so badly, he was curious enough to make a point to be there. However, first he'd give Roxas a chance to come clean and his scheme. "Mr. Strife--"

"Roxas," he said, beaming at him. "I mean, I've already called you Axel."

Despite his suspicions, Roxas's name tugged at the corner of his lips--because the longer he knew Roxas, the more unsuited his name appeared to be. Axel shook his head. Damn, maybe he should just let his scheme play itself out. Axel changed his tack.

"You do know Ms. Dali id counting the seconds I remain in this room."

"I suppose you should go then." Roxas bit his lip.

"Is there anything else you need?" he asked softly. "Before I go?"

Another strawberry blush brightened on his cheeks. "I was just wondering why you did that…before."

He knew damn well what the younger teen was asking, but the devil in him made him want to force blonde to say it. "When I did what?"

Roxas's lips pouted with irritation. "When you kissed me."

Axel lifted one brow. "It seemed an easy way to shut you up."

Roxas's mouth gaped and fire leaped for a moment into his gaze. Just as quickly, Roxas gave him an assessing look. "You're teasing me, aren't you?"

Axel let a slow, easy smile stretch his lips. "You think I didn't want to kiss you?"

"Well, I know I'm not fine-looking."

"That's true. But you've got gumption. Makes a man wonder how far it'll lead you."

Roxas's blue-eyed gaze glittered with dawning excitement, and he drew a deep breath and blurted, "Mr. Skye, what if I told you I wasn't a virgin?"

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There will be some hot sex in the later chapters, so--keep reading.

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Next Chapter Spoilers

Axel froze, sucking in a deep breath. The thought Roxas'd given himself to another man clawed at his gut. He didn't know why the fact angered him so much--it wasn't as if he had a right to be jealous. Wasn't as if he knew anything about the boy, but he'd felt a connection the first time he'd held the blonde in his arms.

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