The Affair

Christmas Dinner

I get home after work and look around for Larxene, finding her on the couch, the same place she's sat for the last few weeks. She hasn't told her mother about the child, though I keep insisting she should. It's almost Christmas, and this would be the perfect gift. Though, I suppose we could wait until she's a little more pregnant, closer to family Christmas luncheon and tell them all there.

I put on a smile, and walk towards her, sneaking up behind my wife and covering her view with the festive, little paper bag I have. Things haven't exactly improved between us, but not for my lack of trying. It seems this pregnancy is making her an even bigger bitch than before and the hope that this child will save us, dims more and more every day but I pray it'll pass. She's always been a wench during the holidays.

She growls something under her breath and tries to move the bag without even saying a word to me. I swallow the anger that starts rising up my throat like acid reflux and I move to sit on the coffee table, smile still in place. I swear the only thing that keeps me from beating her, is that little baby growing slowly in her womb.

"Look what I got!" I announce, reaching into the bag to pull out a tiny onesie for the baby. It's a soft yellow, since we have no idea what the sex of the child is yet and it came with a little hat, an even smaller pompom sitting on the crown. I smile widely, the sight of such teeny clothes makes me laugh and I look towards Larxene, to see her eyes on the screen behind me.

For fuck sakes!

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The anger isn't going down anymore and I throw the bag to the side, standing off the table and towering over her. She looks up at me, glaring harshly before trying to shove me out of the way. She presses against my stomach and pushes and I move, watching her and not understanding why she has to be like this. I'm trying, I really am, good God, but I don't have the patience for this bitch.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, inhaling deeply before picking up the bag and pulling out the little socks. I decide to give it another try and hold them out to her in the palm of my hand, the smile doesn't come so easily now but I force it on. "Look how puny these socks are! Can you imagine such small feet?" I feel myself letting a more natural smile show, plucking the socks from my palm and making them walk across the air. She finally looks away from the television, right up into my face and stares blankly at me as I speak, "I'm sure the baby will look cute in these."

"The baby is gone." Is all she says and the room spins before stopping and I stumble back, dropping the small socks and feeling my heart clench at the words. At first, it doesn't sink in and I open and close my mouth wordlessly. It doesn't make sense to me. How can it be gone? Why didn't she call me if she had been feeling sick, seeing signs of a miscarriage? I would have left work, she knows I would. I drop to my knees and shuffle towards her, grabbing her hands, ready to ask how it happened and if she's sure but then I see the hospital band around her wrist and I know what happened.

She rips it off quickly, crumpling it in her palm, her throat working furiously to find something to say. I stare at her, waiting and fighting against the urge to upper cut her. "I told you I wasn't ready!" She shouts from her spot, no tears leaking from her eyes, no pain or sorrow for what she did.

"What the fuck did you do?" I scream at her, my frame quivering with a boiling, soul burning rage that I've never felt. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO OUR BABY?" I keep screaming it over and over and she shoves me away, standing off the couch and quickly moves across the room. Her eyes dart around the apartment, like she has no idea what to tell me and I imagine she must not know. How can she put into words, that she murdered our baby? She decided to end it, before even consulting me.

"The thing probably wasn't yours anyway. I fucked him more than once," The world goes black for a second and I think back to her lie, the lie that really had no reason. She's an evil, soulless monster though, so I can understand why she'd say such a thing. She knew I would have left her right then...but instead, she chose to lie to me.

I storm over to her, and finally, after wanting to for so many months, I slap her right across the face. Her head snaps to the side, her pale skin flaring up red right away. I have to force myself away, unless I want to keep beating her and possibly kill her. I look down towards her stomach, which is now empty. My own stomach churns, vomit rising up in my throat as I imagine her walking into the hospital, the doctor shoving that vacuum into her and tearing that poor, defenseless fetus apart. The pain, the fear, the helplessness of what was going to be my child, makes my entire body ache. If she didn't want it, she could have made it perfectly clear from the start. She could have said something to me for this past fucking month and a half. If abortion had really been what she wanted, she shouldn't have let me get so excited about having a child. Larxene knows what starting a family means to me, she knew how quickly I'd get attached.

I feel tears well up in my eyes, and after years of not crying, I start to sob.

...

I'm back in this damn living room, staring at the wine in my hand, surrounded by people I hate and I don't know why. I have no clue why I haven't left my wife yet, and she has no clue either. Larxene loves keeping up appearances though, and she'd hate to divorce me, only for the simple fact that her mother and father would be right. All the years they told her our relationship was a waste, their perfect daughter should be fucking a Lord or even a God, they'd never let her live it down.

The reason I've stayed, becomes clear to me as Roxas walks into the room. His gaze drags around the room, weighing on each person there, visibly hating them for invading his apartment. Until finally, he stops, seeing me and he watches, a slow, easy grin growing on his face. His change in direction isn't obvious. Nothing he ever does seems clumsy or mistaken. His strides towards me are confident and I feel my crotch tightening at the sight of his slender, toned form.

"You really have a taste for wine," He murmurs, speaking just loud enough for me to hear. His irises are dark, staring at me through lowered eyelids. He wants to fuck me, needs it after that little encounter in the park. I'm more than certain I need it. I don't know why he's wasting time standing here talking to me, when we could be locked in his room, fucking. I stand up and put the cup down, looking around the apartment only once. At this point, I don't really give a damn anymore. Roxas is excited, for the first time since we started this crazy affair and I can hear him follow right after me as I take off towards his bedroom.

He clicks the door shut once we're both past the threshold and I shrug my blazer off my shoulders, tossing it onto the edge of his bed. He begins to unfasten his belt, and we both undress just enough, silently communicating like we've done this dance a million times before. I know we've been rather silent, but once I walk over to him, press him against his door, he's the first to speak. "Are we actually going to do this? Are you going to fuck your wife's brother?" As he's saying all this, he's pulling me closer, spreading his legs slightly, allowing one of my legs to slip in-between. His hands run down my chest and stomach, thin fingers caressing every muscle through the fabric, delicately, with not much force like he's expecting me to stop him while he's grinding his cock into my thigh, letting me feel it's entire, rock hard length, his soft lips reaching out and kissing my jawline as he slowly works into a comfortable rhythm for himself. There's no way I'm going to stop, not when I want so much more.

I angle my head away from his kisses and push him back against the door, drinking in the sight of his delicious body. I'm finally going to have him, all of him. Those times spent imagining what it would feel like, trying to picture just how he would moan my name. It will all become a reality. He grabs my hand and lifts it to his mouth, slipping it past his moist lips and wets a few fingers. "I was hoping...mmm, I even got myself ready for you," He moans around the last finger as he drags it out of his mouth sensually, and along with those words, it sends a shiver down my spine.

He makes me reach my hand around, between his ass cheeks and I press forward alone, parting them and finding his hole. My fingers slide in and he moans, I hold back my own as I feel the soft heat radiating from his body. I want all of it, I want it to engulf me until there's nothing left but the feeling of him. I pull my hand away quickly, turning him around and bending him over, his arms flying out to pillow his head against the door, as I unfasten my belt and pants. They slide off easily, and it's as if all of this was fate. I chose to come commando, mostly because Larxene may like keeping up appearances but that doesn't mean she does so behind closed doors. We're two pit-bulls locked in a cage once we get into that apartment, meaning she definitely hasn't been doing my laundry and I always seem to forget my underwear.

I forget all of that, my laundry malfunction, my cheating, slut of a wife and look down at the round, perfect ass waiting for me to fuck it. I use one hand to align myself, the other parting his cheeks as much as I can. Roxas shuffles a little, spreading his legs before sending me a quick look. "Hurry the hell up and fuck me Axel, I want you so-" I cut him off, choosing that exact moment to penetrate him.

I slide in easily, all the way to the hilt and it feels so good, so tight and hot. I can feel his muscles clenching and unclenching around my length, getting used to the organ pushed deep inside of him. The sensation makes my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I grasp the blonde's hips for support. "Uhhhn, fuuuuuuuck."

I need more of it I decide quickly, and begin pulling out, only to push right back in. It takes a few thrusts to find a good, steady movement that doesn't rattle the door too much, and it takes a few more to find Roxas' sweet spot. His whole body stiffens as I begin to graze his prostate, rotating my hips to get the feeling just right. I feel his body shudder beneath my hands, and it's better than I could have pictured it. His tightening hole feels so much more orgasmic clenched around my cock, than anything I've ever experienced and it makes me fuck him harder, faster, forgetting about the door and the creaky frame. Roxas seems to have forgotten as well, moaning loudly into his sleeve, the sound muffled but still clear enough to let me know I'm going to make him cum.

"Roxas, cum for me, do it, fucking cum," I groan, tightening my hold on his hips and thrusting crazily into his body. His back arches and he throws his head back in a silent scream, changing the angle I'm entering him ever so slightly, and it's enough to send him over the edge.

"Oh my Goooood," he cries, cum splattering onto his once, spotless room door. The spasms his body go through during his orgasm, massage my dick as I begin to ease my pace, pulling in and out of him agonizingly slow for both of us, but I'm so close to coming, it'll take nothing. "Mmm Axel," the soft exhale of my name from his lush mouth, is just what I need.

I finish with the most powerful orgasm I've ever had, and reach out to pull Roxas into my chest, searching for more of that delicious warmth he emits but he doesn't let me hug him. Instead he pulls away and adjusts his pants. I'm still dazed from the orgasm, but his face has cleared. His eyes no longer hazy but wide and filled with what I can only call panic.

"I think someone's coming..."

A/N:Hey everyone, I hope you all enjoy this little tid-bit and I hope it keeps you hungry for more, even during the holidays as we all stuff our faces!
This is going to be a good Christmas for me, so I decided to give you all a little something something -eyebrow wiggle-
I know just how you ladies and gents like it.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a gay night
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-Sharmander the Christmas Commander