Dirty Blood

[jealousy] vampire blood burns, tainted and broken, slayers weapons decimate [akuroku au] they'll hunt you down dead, but they'll never beat us together [demon and angel]

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Red hair falls like a waterfall, tainted and tickling as it sticks to bare shoulders and ruffles pale skin.

"Roxas, honey, angel, baby," Axel coos, pushing away sweat from a forehead.

Roxas shudders beneath him, "your the demon of my dreams Axel," he smirks like never before, drunk with the toxic taste of a broken meal.

Green eyes close a moment, take a breath, "why why why, baby boy?"

Silence, void of heartbeat and unneeded noise.

"They'll hunt you down sweetheart, hunt you down dead," Axel groans, broken and pleading for a salvation he'd never needed before.

"And who would miss me," no one questions the negative-soul that resides within them.

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"You sure are a pretty little nobody newborn," Larxene spits and seduces and fails to look alluring.

And Axel flinches, even as Roxas is so steady-steady and soundless.

"You sure are a piece of work little boy, such a pretty little piece of trash for Axel-Baby to find."

Roxas never stops his stride, never looks her way. Axel keeps in step, keeps his ears perked for the words just waiting on that bitches tongue.

"Sure was convenient for Axel-Honey to find himself a little fairy vampire, all pure and mouldable."

"Watch your tongue," Axel hisses, Roxas keeps on walking.

"Watch your fangs big-bad Axel-sweetheart," Larxene giggle-snickers like only she knows how.

And Roxas' eyes glint the faintest red, even as Roxas' mask remains impassive.

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Baby blue flicker upwards, catching emerald in the sheen of mirror before him.

"Maybe i'd miss you too then," he chuckles and coughs and faintly means with all the soul he still holds inside.

Axel groans as he falls, slack and fitted perfectly along Roxas' back like he belonged.

"She tasted like lies and condemnation, nothing at all like a real demon aught to taste."

And Roxas pushed back into Axel's weight, pressing himself vulnerable to the predator against him.

"Good honey-angel-Roxas, good," Axel purrs, letting himself be pulled even further down into the waiting room for the only hell he would ever see, but damn if it didn't feel like heaven.

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Larxene is pretty as a picture, and her tongue slices paper-cuts up and down a vampire.

She sparkles with pure sadistic delight, a devil among vampires, she makes Xemnas seem a saint.

Larxene is a sly little piece of snide, with swaying hips and eyes that glow brighter then fireflies.

But she has eyes for Axel and Axel alone. Something Roxas is making difficult to manipulate.

Larxene is cocky and cool and snarky, but Roxas is a whole different planet of rules.

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Vampire blood burns hot and toxic and enthralling down throat and through veins.

"Axel, honey, angel, baby," Roxas coos, out of breath and runrunrunning right beside his lover-father-brother-friend.

Axel throws a glance behind him, "your the angel of my nightmares Roxas," he means like never before, thrumming with the acid ricochet of a tainted meal.

Baby blue eyes search a moment, finally take in what they see, "love love love, stupid Roxas."

A grin, silent 'well dah' hanging pointed in the air.

"They'll never catch us lover, never catch us alone," Roxas swears, obscure and needing the optimism like never before.

"And who could beat us," no one defies the flames that dance restrained within him.

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"You sure are a cocky little piece of newborn trash." Larxene gurgles around a mouthful of blood.

Roxas smirks, slow and dangerous with sharp-sharp fangs piercing the moonlight.

"You sure are a stupid little pretty nobody for Axel to find," Larxene gasps and pants and breaks.

Roxas holds tight to his hold on the blade, watches it hold steady in whats left of Larxene's side.

"Sure was idiotic, to hunt one of your own with a weapon made by them."

"Don't waste your blood," Roxas warns, smirking all the while.

"Don't waste your breath little-nobody-newborn, my bloods to real for you."

And Roxas' eyes glow a crimson death, before Roxas' lips drip the same.

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Baby blue eyes dont hesitate as a slayers sword slices vampire skin.

"No one can beat us," Roxas' informs all assembled, honest and true and desperate.

Axel smirks as he spins his webs of fire, igniting another demon with ease.

"He tasted like flowers and wrath, i'll never kiss another boy but you again."

And Roxas spun into Axel's warmth, watching the last of their pursuers hit the ground.

"Good honey-angel-Axel, good," Roxas whispers, pushing himself upwards to taste Marluxia's dirty blood from Axel's fire and sulfur lips.

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