I wrote this fanfiction because of Nijuuni's awesome ARR fanart.

I had a friend translate it from the French just for you (since I usually write in French).

I hope you like it !

The Game Is Over…

"Dammit! I almost had him!"

The blond-haired boy glared at his TV screen, as if the buzzing piece of electronics was solely to blame for his defeat. He held his video controller firmly in both hands. He was far from being a video game addict, but that particular storyline had been quite catching. It was all Axel's fault! It had to be! It was his game console after all. He clicked his tongue in irritation, the sound echoing in the living room. Roxas started a new game, determined to beat that annoying boss character once and for all.

"You look like you could do with some help, Roxy."

The teenage boy didn't bother turn his head toward the newcomer leaning against the doorframe, still at a safe distance from him. He only spared him a quick glance from the corner of an ice blue eye. The other man's shirt was only half buttoned-up… or half unbuttoned depending on the frame of mind of the person watching.

To the blond boy, it was the trigger to a flashing warning sign in his head – 'beware, dangerous perv behind'. No matter how furtive Roxas's glance had been, the man took it as an invitation to walk up to him. He smiled and shamelessly sat right by the blond. He glanced at the screen that was once more monopolizing Roxas' attention. The boy was concentrating to make a small character in a pair of shorts move at his will.

"Didn't you have a report to finish?"
"I'm taking a break to help you with this."
"I don't need your help!" The blond snapped.

"Of course you don't. How many times have you lost so far? Twice?"
"Third time's the charm!"

Roxas' mood changed from relaxed to cold and distant. Ah, no, not that face, the other man thought. With that face… there was no way he would be able to hold back. He strategically grabbed the teenager at the waist and lifted him to settle him authoritatively over his lap. He watched out as the blond predictably tried to hit him with the game controller, and successfully caught his wrist.

"Reno. Leave me alone. I…"

But Roxas shouldn't have lifted his head to complaint, for the red head took that opportunity to seize his lips in a kiss, his smug smile felt by the other boy.
He licked eagerly those coral lips before pushing his tongue past them and seeking the blond's own reluctant tongue. The younger boy's annoyance was quickly crumbling. Reno only let go of those lips when he was sure he had crushed the blond boy's anger. He still had to suffer a reproachful look, but he was quite used to it by now.

"If you make me lose again..." he warned threateningly.
"You won't! Here, watch the pro Roxy."

The Turk took the controller from him and leaned against the slender, warm body of the smaller boy.

"Hey! I said I wanted to do it by myself!"

The blond yanked the controller from his hands and attempted a quick retreat. He could not get far though, as Reno was still holding his waist and keeping him firmly against his chest.

"Right, right. I'll coach you then."

"… I guess."

Roxas squinted his eyes suspiciously but Reno only answered with an innocent smile. The blond sighed in exasperation. He tried to focus on the game again, relieved to see that the boss had not yet appeared despite the time he had lost because of the red head. The little character made his way across the platform and soon enough the blond had to face the boss battle. The fight started and Roxas felt two wet lips grazing his neck.

"Reno…" he growled.
"Hm?"

The red head did not stop. His lips travelled to the delicate arch of the boy's nape, then up again toward the soft baby hair at the back of his neck. He breathed against it gently, and then trailed his lips back to his jugular, to finally nuzzle the part of his collarbone that Roxas' shirt did not hide. The younger boy let out a groan of complaint as he felt those caresses move lower, but he did not turn his gaze away from the screen. His fingers ran a little more nervously across the keys of the controller. He had to finish his game quick… That perv Reno had obviously switched to 'action mode'.

The Turk smiled and kissed his way up again, trailing a few kisses on his shoulder, soon baring it to feel more skin. He kissed back to his ear while his hand had stealthily wandered to the blond's stomach. Two fingers slid under the hem of his shirt to lightly caress him there. Roxas fidgeted to try to have him stop, his muscles contracting a little under his touch, still struggling all the while to beat the boss of the level.

"Stop it Reno! You said you'd help me!"

"I think I found something better to do."

Roxas reddened when Reno started nipping at his earlobe, his hands unhelpful as they were busy holding on to the controller. It was hard concentrating and even more keeping his composure when he had no control over what the other man was doing. He mumbled, still ordering him to stop. But there was no stopping the red head. On the contrary, he was slowly but surely progressing in his ministrations. His hand had already fully disappeared under the boy's shirt and was delightfully, sensually caressing his belly. His tongue played over the tasteful skin.

"Re… Reno…"

"Come on, say you don't like it," he breathed smugly in his ear.

Roxas tried to growl but a sigh of pleasure escaped him instead. The red head had had time to tame his young lover, refused more often than he could remember, and he had learned well how to break his resistance. Rule number one, find all the sensitive spots on your victim! His hand slowly moved up his chest until it was brushing a nipple. A shiver ran down Roxas' body. His hands were gripping the controller tightly, but now it was in an effort not to give in to that pervert of Reno… His character was losing the battle back on the screen, energy level dangerously lowering as he was hit over and over by the enemy's projectiles.

Roxas' heartbeat accelerated and his breathing became more labored as the red head played expertly with his neck and chest numb. He bit his lower lip to hold back a whimper, inwardly cursing Reno and the man's tendency to take 'breaks' from his report writing.

"Please," he moaned.

It was useless now though, as a big colorful 'Game over!' had appeared on the screen. His little character was floating in the air, very dead, still holding to his key-shaped weapon. Reno seized the hand holding onto the controller. He let the black wire slide between his fingers and tugged to drop the offending object on the floor, before promptly bringing his hand up again to resume his assault on the boy's body. That hand caressed his thigh and slid up to his hip.

"Roxy," he whispered; voice heavy with desire.

The blond boy had lost the game against him, just like he had lost at his video game… He lifted his head, ice blue eyes still glaring a little, but already hooded with a veil of desire. A triumphant smile spread on the Turk's lips. He seized Roxas' lips with his again, nipping at them, licking them delightfully, and finally kissing him passionately. Roxas was tenderer in his kiss, as if to balance Reno's devouring passion. His hands returned the favor, languorously caressing his body, not hiding his pleasure any longer. His desire only intensified – the heat of that desire made him a little dizzy.

"Oi! I hope I'm not intruding."

Reno broke their kiss and looked up. His emerald gaze locked with that of the trespasser.

"You are," he replied flatly.

The intruder raised an eyebrow, hardly surprised by that answer. Reno had not let go of the blond boy, but Roxas had used the brief distraction to get a grip on himself again, hastily lowering his shirt that Reno had happily pushed up. His cheeks were red both from pleasure and embarrassment. The newcomer settled comfortably on the low table across the sofa where the pair was sitting.

"Can I watch then?"
"Watch all you want. I'll have Roxy all for myself!"

Reno stuck out his tongue at him, then once more kissed the blond's neck. He nipped at the skin and licked it quite provocatively and sensually – eyes locked with Axel's at all time.
But Roxas didn't want for him to go on like this… It was all too embarrassing to be watched by Axel this way.

"Stop it Reno!"

He managed to grab those wandering hands and gave a desperate look to Axel. The second red head thought that Roxas had never looked so cute. His hair was disheveled, his lips parted to let out his soft panting. His ocean-like eyes were troubled and his cheeks were red. Such an arousing picture…

"Yes Rox?"
"Axel… can't you help me?"
"Help you with what?" he asked, his tone calm and aloof when inside all he wanted was to devour those lips, that skin, his...

The blond groaned, slapping the restless hand that was crawling under his shirt again. To have Axel so far and Reno so close was… frustrating. The two of them relished in playing with his nerves and feelings. But Roxas knew they didn't mean to hurt him. It was their own little rivalry game, their own way of being around each other.
The teenager held out his hand toward Axel, his eyes wet and veiled, and a most irresistible pout on his face. So irresistible that Axel had to cling to his willpower not to simply jump on him. The red head swallowed and waited painfully.

"Axel, please. Come save me from this dangerous pervert who's holding me prisoner," he whispered.

Roxas knew it was low from him. Axel had to raise an eyebrow, those words working wonders.

"Save you? Me?"

The man got up and advanced toward them like a prowling beast. He knelt by the small blond, his grin widening. He leaned to him until his lips were right against his ear and whispered.

"How do you know I'm not a 'dangerous perv' too?"

He lapped his cartilage, hands moving to his thighs while his gaze sought Reno's. The latter gave him a proud smirk. There would be payback for starting something when he wasn't there, Axel thought, moving his lips soundlessly to mouth a 'bastard' to the other red head. Reno kept grinning, amused, before replying in the same silent way with a 'dumbass'. Axel did not wait long before turning back to Roxas, his grin even more feral than before, and one of his hands sliding over a reddened cheek.

"Axel," the boy begged.
"Hm… I'm gonna free you Rox'. Don't worry."

The man kissed him with tenderness and passion. He moved closer still, and pulled Roxas from under Reno to bring him against him. The other red head didn't complain at the loss of Roxas and his extra body heat, but he quickly latched onto his small lover again. He busied himself with his neck, hands roaming once more over his body. Meanwhile, Axel had let go of Roxas' lips to rest his forehead against the boy's, tongue lapping the tip of his nose once to soothe his pouting, irritated lover. Said lover was not too happy to have the other pervert pressed to his back, now sandwiched between the two red heads.

"What? I'm here now. Isn't it what you wanted?"

"You didn't save me," he growled.

"Depends what you mean by 'saved'…"

His placed soft kisses down his face and his hands joined Reno's to warm the already burning body of their younger lover. Reno left the base of his neck alone, leaving a nice hickey against the pale flesh. He whispered by his ear.

"Weren't you the one saying…'three's the charm'?"

His only answer was a groan. His two partners sported mirrored amused grins.

"You'll pay for this," he groaned, heart thundering like it only did when he was with the two loves of his life.

The End