the games we play.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[RUNS. he doesn't know where, but he doesn't want to stop.]

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[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Hey hey, where are you going, kid?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Somewhere!

[read; i have no idea.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Somewhere, huh? But how can you if....

[he picks him up, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and grinning]

...you can't touch the ground?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[--there's that same squeal again, and now he's getting deja vu.]

Cheater!

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Cheater? I was unaware we were playing a game.

[but he smirks, the hand holding Roxas in place rubbing his back]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Hnh..

[he huffs, just like a stubborn brat. that rubbing sure does feel nice, though ...]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

You wanna play a game?

[his voice almost has a dangerous edge to it as his fingers creep beneath the hem of Roxas' shirt]


[ooc: lol orz we never seem to be on at the same time for very long :( ]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Ha.. okay.

[just sort of hangs on, unsure of what to do in response to what Axel's doing.]

{ooc; th-that's alright ;u;' we can take forever on this}

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[smirks as he lowers the kid back to the ground, patting his hair, all innocence again]

What games do you know, Roxas?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Um, tag, hide and go seek, doctor, red rover, marbles, and the picture game.

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Doctor, huh?

You wanna be the doctor or the patient?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

The patient.

[smiles a little. he's young and ignorant, but he can't help but love it when other people touch him like that.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[grins wider, kneeling in front of him. it's just an innocent kids' game, right? he puts on a professional air]

Where does it hurt?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[his next move is kind of funny, kind of strange. might feel a little deja vu there, Axel. he puts his hand over his heart.]

Right here.

[but it's all fun and games, so then he's pointing to his thigh, and his back.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[lifts his eyebrows at that, and maybe feels a little ache in his own chest, but the heart that was there is gone now, and he shakes it off, slipping back into the game. he puts his hand where Roxas' was on his chest]

My, you're a sick little boy. We'll have to take this one step at a time. Where does it hurt the most?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[settles down on his behind, then rolls over so he's on his stomach, hands lifting his shirt up to expose the milky soft skin of his back.]

All over, like fire.

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I'll just have to cool you down, then.

[but when his hands touch Roxas' skin, they're warm, and so big they almost cover his entire back. he pays it no mind, massaging gently through leather gloves]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[his cheeks turn the slightest bit pink at the touch, though he's a little ticklish here and there, so he can't help it when a soft giggle escapes now and again.]

You're doing good.

[he says quietly, squirming around so he can arch a little.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Am I?

[he sounds satisfied by the praise and the reactions, moving his hands to prod a little more at the ticklish areas]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[that makes him jerk a little left and right, laughing a bit more and trying to move away from those devious fingers.]

S-stop--

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[smirks, removing his hands completely and holding them up]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[breathes slowly, sitting up and rubbing at the goosebumps blossoming across his skin, cheeks still a little pink.]

M'really ticklish on my sides.

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[he laughs, that grin just the slightest bit leery]

I can tell.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[finally settles again, his shirt still hiked up as he lays down on his back this time, chest exposed.]

Now you gotta fix this side.

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

I'll do my best.

[and he lays his hands on the boy's chest, much gentler this time, avoiding his ticklish sides. he takes his time with the underdeveloped pectorals]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[the softer touches lull him into a state where he closes his eyes, rose blush appearing on his cheeks all over again. he may shift here and there, but they're sort of cues to steer Axel to touch where it feels nicer.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[he takes the cues, paying extra attention to those areas, hands moving lower, to his stomach. he doesn't forget the game]

How does that feel?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Feels good.

[he's sort of forgetting the game, focusing solely on how nice those hands feel massaging at his young and soft muscles.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Good.

[he keeps on, leaning closer to him, face near his chest]

I should listen to your heartbeat.

[it's a warning so he doesn't scare him]

[bot-owner.livejournal.com]

[Watches him for a moment. Grins and knelt down.]

Hey Roxas, do you want to play tag?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Huh-

[slows down a little, then peeks over his shoulder.]

Okay.

[bot-owner.livejournal.com]

[He grinned.]

Ok, I'm it. Better run.