will you pause and break my heart?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[there's a familiar looking Axel sprawled out on a random bed. he's passed out, the smell of vodka on his breath. he's in nothing but a blanket, a sight that's not that uncommon... what's visible of his body is covered in scars. the one that stands out the most is the one around his left shoulder, which gives him away completely to those who knew him before.

the only problem is, he's not going to remember you. he's going to be a bit hungover and pissed to the nines when he wakes up. he doesn't remember a thing except getting really drunk the night before with his Roxas, and doing some E and... well, not much else.

feel free to harass at will, you know the drill.]

Comments

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

Why are you still here...

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he jerks back away from him. that is not Roxas and it sure as hell wasn't any of the tricks from Babylon]

It's my fucking bed. Who the fuck are you?

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[willpossess.livejournal.com]

Who, me?

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

Who am I, you ask?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[and now he thinks he's just that damn high. he swats at the fake Roxas, groaning softly]

Stop with the bullshit, Rox.

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Damn it kid, cut it out!

[he's not making the connection. sorry, darling. try harder~]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

Then don't swat at me unless you want to lose another finger~

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he looks down and swears, not even noticing that he was missing some]

Roxas!

[his voice is sharp, and he's pissed as hell]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

Kihihihihihihi... "Roxas." What is this, eh? Can't you tell who I am?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he stares at his hand, the stumps throbbing just a little as the hangover begins to fade]

Whoever the fuck you are, get the fuck out of my face!

[he lashes out with his good hand, growling in frustration. nothing is adding up and it's pissing him off more than anything]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

You really don't know?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he's on his back, panting softly with his frustration. his hands unconsciously grab at the sheets, staring up at the man with not even a hint of recognition]

Not a fucking clue.

[he grits it out, his heart starting to race in his chest]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

Come on, try and remember. We've met a few times before.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he's flipping through his memories and nothing's ringing a bell]

I must have been wasted.

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

Then let's start at square one. Whose face does this belong to?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Saïx.

[he knows of him from his world - he was a tool at home]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

Good. Now which Saïx?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

The asshole who can't catch a hint? I don't know you.

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

How can you not know?!

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he tries to answer, but y'know, no air to communicate with! he stares at him with wide scared eyes, his heart racing as he squirms under him, trying to pry the fingers off at his throat]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

I'm him, you know. That one, the one you have that damn obsession with. The demon!

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he can't get his words out and it's frustrating as hell. he twists under him, choked noises falling from his lips as he starts to turn red]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he starts to cough, trying to get his voice and precious air back. but the blow ruins that, making him groan in pain, his cheek splitting open under the other man's hand as his head snaps to the side.

it takes a few moments of coughing and panting until he can speak, though his voice is rough and a bit gravelly]

Listen... if this about sex, then I'll fuck you.

[forgive him, he's Axel-fucking-Kinney. everything's about sex]