Embrace Ch 1 - AkuRoku KH 2

- Yes it is the warmth I miss most…I was not there when you vanished from my life, but I felt you slip past my fingers…I do not have a heart but when you died I swear one broke. Yes what I miss most is your warmth, the warmth that I knew even though I was alone, you were always out there. Somewhere…yes somewhere, sending me the heat of your love. Yes what I miss most is the warmth, for without it even fire is cold –


He had been wandering, for how long even he was unsure of, time seemed to go backwards and forward at the same time. But to the blonde walking the paved streets, body cloaked in black, time didn’t matter. Yes…time was of no consequence when inside his hollow chest no heart beat, not a single stroke of the rhythm ever human knew so very well. He sighed and slowed, even without a heart he grew tired after possibly day’s of walking, his eyes were falling shut with each step. Feeling himself wobble and stumble as he dozed off for a second, he knew it was time to seek out a place to rest. In such a dark city there had to be one warm place he could sneak into…warm. He hated even thinking of it; he could never ever be warm again…not without HIM.

It wasn’t long till he was huddled under an overpass, it was safe and dry. A light rain had begun falling and the low rumble of thunder threatened of a harsher storm to come. Sighing he slid his hood off his head and shook out his blond hair, it spiked out around his ears, some people would call it a mess but he just called it unique.

He started to trace his fingers over the cool stone of the curved wall before he slid back against it. The area was safe but it also stunk, no matter like he had thought before at least it was dry. A loud yawn escaped his mouth and his eyelids grew even heavier, with a reluctant sigh the blonde finally gave into his exhaustion. Falling into sleep, his body slumped forward and his head was pressed firmly into his knees.


The door slid silently open, a cloaked figure standing stiff and still inside the frame of the entrance way. The two keyblades, tight in his grip, flickered and vanished from existence as he crossed over the threshold and into the room. It was dark, the only light coming from the silver beams of the moon as they shone through the large window; it cast an eerie glow on the other side of the small quarters.

A man turned slightly from his seat by the window, the pale light catching his emerald colored eyes making them glow like a feline in the darkness, the eyes of a hunter. “Roxas,” his voice was hardly hearable to the young teen standing before him.

Pulling back his hood he revealed wild, untamed blonde hair, pale skin and beautiful light blue eyes. He nodded and let their gazes linger on each other for a minute, unspoken words traveling back and forth between the two youths. Roxas closed the distance between them quickly, no word being spoken as he reached out and zipped the others cloak down, only stopping once he reached his waist.

The lithe teen stiffened up and his jaw tightened with nervousness, “Roxas?” He sounded calm, calmer then he looked or would be if anyone else tried such an act.

“Axel, do you remember?” Roxas’s fingers ran up his bare chest, trying to ignore the feel of his hidden muscles, pausing only when he reached the place where his heart should be. His fingers pushed a little harder, searching for a pulse, but there was nothing… this was an emptiness they both shared….there was no heart.

“Sort of,” Axel had relaxed already, leaning back against the cool pane of the window. His gaze was locked intensely on his friend, studying him and the actions he was making.

“I don’t,” he rubbed the spot firmly, pushing his palm flat onto the smooth skin. There was the steady movement of his chest as he breathed but there was no heart, he felt nothing. His gaze flickered up catching Axel’s gaze for a second before he looked back down to where they touched, hand softly rubbing his warm flesh.

Axel leaned in to Roxas’s touch, his red hair moving and shifting like a flickering flame. “Don’t worry,” his voice was softer then usual, tone gentle for Roxas’s sake. “One day you will find your heart,” his arms raised and wrapped around the cloaked boy, pulling him against his bare torso. “Even,” there was a pause as he nuzzled into the mess of blond hair below his face, “if it doesn’t look like it should.”

Roxas had no clue what he meant and he was not planning on asking any time soon, Axel seemed to talk in riddles so he left it at that, he was satisfied with just being in his arms. He had found out not long ago that, here, held against this man, tight in his embrace was the only time he felt warm. It had always surprised him, the throbbing heat that waved through him each time they touched. Breathing in deep the scent of burning wood filled his nostrils, he wouldn’t admit it but he just adored….no loved that scent, it always meant Axel.

“Roxas,” the voice was right in his ear, the touch of his lips sending shivers through his smaller body. When had he stopped nuzzling in his hair? Roxas wasn’t exactly sure. Lifting his head their gazes connected, sparks dancing between them. “Do you feel better?”

All Roxas do was blush and nod, he didn’t think he would ever understand the feeling that Axel gave him.

“Good,” his lips curved in a playful smirk and before Roxas could react he kissed him. If the young nobody had a heart he was sure it would be slamming against his rib cage.

The red head deepened their kiss before Roxas could pull away, the smell and taste of sea salt ice-cream strong in his nose and on his tongue. The pink muscle skimmed over the boy’s lips, teasing him for entry into the unknown domain. It was a risky move, but risk was his thing.

A hand tangled into the mass of red hair, and as Axel’s fingers brushed up against his cheek he gave in and parted his lips. Their bodies melted together, tongues lashing out finding each other in a flurry of exploration and undiscovered desire.
The scent of burning fire and sea salt ice-cream mingled and mixed together to make a new and amazing smell, a smell that meant much more then a kiss.

It wasn’t till they pulled away, both heaving for air, did Roxas fully comprehend what they had just done…his face turned the shade of Axel’s hair with realization. With a weak growl he curled his nails into the man’s chest, it was all he could do to try and hide the fact that he had loved the kiss, but even though he tried to look upset it was obvious he had enjoyed it. “Idiot,” it was the only word his jumbled mind could muster.

“You know,” he leaned in so their noses brushed against each other, “my heart…was always feisty.” The words confused Roxas and as Axel stared deep into his eyes, flashing a toothy grin, he forgot all about them and allowed himself to be pulled into another kiss.