intravenusann (intravenusann) wrote in takoyaoi_love, @ 2008-04-27 00:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | kingdom hearts |
To New Depths [KH2, Axel/Roxas, NC-17]
Title: To New Depths
Author: Ann V. (intravenusann)
Rating: NC-17 (I can't seem to do tentacles without tentacle porn.)
Warnings: Octopus parts meet fish parts. It's kinda like frot, if you tilt your head and squint. And Violence.
Word count: 1800-ish
Summary: It was cold, wet, and dark, but it was worth it for this.
A/N: For references: This is a giant pacific octopus. This is a latern fish. These are cave fish. This is a big fucking sturgeon. And this is an angler fish. So, there, photo references. Sorry this is late!! Life is, uh, life. :(
Under any other circumstances Axel would have headed back immediately to raise complaint with his direct superior arguing that surely Demyx would be a much more welcome match to the new world which had just been connected to the Darkness and immediately devoured by it.
It was obvious why the Darkness had come, what with light being unable to penetrate very far through water. It was mostly dark and Axel stuck close to Roxas, who now glowed slightly with a pure white light. It was particularly obvious behind his eyes and in his hands and joints, lighting up his skin and making him a beacon in the mire. Someone like that, Axel was happy to follow.
But Roxas’s new living nightlight trick wasn’t what kept Axel in the frigid waters that felt like they were trying to crush his skull and ribcage in. It was the eight new appendages that propelled him in bursts through the dark water.
“I can’t wait to see what these do,” he commented. Roxas didn’t seem to mind him much.
There had to be some kind of people or creatures or something here.
Then they saw it, or rather, ran into it: a yellow glow in its eyes and one hanging like a lamp from its head. The mark of a Heartless was inside its massive mouth as it opened it like a portal taller on all edges than both of them. Its chest and long body were all blues and reds and blacks by the light of its headlamp and Roxas’s shine.
Oathkeeper leapt into Roxas’s hands and with a smirk and a flash of heat and light in the frozen water, Axel called his Chakram. His ink was the color of flames, bright and it burned the water behind him: covering his body’s pale and red color scheme, and causing the Heartless to bite for caustic chemicals instead of soft Nobody flesh. Not fire, but close enough to be fun.
“Haha!” Axel yelled. “Burn, baby!” Chakram knocked against armor until it broke open and left openings for Roxas’s special keyblade to slice into.
In the dark water, the pink gem of a heart was as beautiful as Kingdom Hearts itself.
There were other Heartless, but none were as exciting as the first, things with tentacles that Axel locked sucker to sucker with, and things with a hundred sharp teeth, and all of them obvious from a distance because of their yellow glowing eyes.
It was still water and it was still cold and it still sucked, but Roxas had looked at him as he’d wrapped a Heartless up in his coils and sliced it to ribbons, because before he was even done with that his thirteen feet—he estimated—of strong tentacles were reaching for another victim. Axel liked that look.
“I guess it’s kind of impressive,” Roxas said.
“Thanks,” Axel grinned. His teeth were sharp and he had the urge to call his mouth a beak, but at least they weren’t the silver needles that Roxas flashed back between full little lips. Roxas had a way of being the most intimidating creature Axel had ever run up against in any world they went to, and somehow still the nicest and most interesting. Or perhaps Axel just lacked common sense.
That’s what told him he could take on Heartless that were twice his size and whose tentacles injected him with purple, paralytic poisons. He still won, though. And even though it made Roxas roll his eyes, he also gave that look again. It was all worthwhile.
“We still haven’t found anyone,” Roxas said. They’d picked up some munny, though, and other items. There had to be at least the ruins of a city somewhere.
But they were getting bored and the temptation to slack off was rising the longer they went without a Heartless to fight.
“We could fight each other,” Axel suggested, fanning out his mantle and it’s eight limbs. Roxas looked at him. “No weapons though, those really hurt.”
“So you finally learned, huh?”
“I’m not totally stupid, remember it.”
They laughed and in a flash of light and heat their weapons were all gone. They circled each other, carefully. Then Roxas charged, his long armored tail carrying him forward with bony plates and fins with bones like claws tangling up in Axel’s tentacles.
“Whoa,” Roxas said. “That’s weird.”
And it was. Axel could feel the hardness of plates like scales under all his delicate suckers. Roxas could half-feel the way they pulled and released, pulled and released, clinging and touching. They were almost like little mouths kissing everything they touched, though Axel wasn’t the one who thought of them like that.
Roxas’s glowing hand light up the brick red flesh of the tentacles and the darker color of the mantle’s membranes.
“It’s tough,” Roxas said. Axel prickled under the feeling of being touched, petted, and the texture of his tentacles rippled into something harder, with bumps like spines, and then they relaxed into something smoother than before.
“Neat trick,” Roxas said.
“Should I do it again?” Axel asked. And he realized with enough concentration he could control it, until bumps and patterns, shades and tints flashed across his whole lower body.
“Show off.”
“Aww, you do have it memorized.”
“How could I not?”
Their still humanoid upper bodies were close like this, but what did that really matter? And naked, but again, it didn’t matter all that much. He felt a little ridiculous being as bony as he was when Roxas’s body had been built up into muscle from swinging that keyblade around all the time. But it wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen and hadn’t done already.
When Roxas’s fingers finally ghosted the edge between Axel’s pale stomach and his dark mantle, he leaned in for a kiss risking even razor sharp teeth.
“Ew, Axel,” Roxas said. “Like this?”
“Why not? You’re still Roxas.” Axel’s point was irrefutable.
Water passed between their mouths like air and turned all their kisses briny and slow. At first, Roxas seemed hesitant, but Axel’s hands crawled over his skin, sliding all the better for the seawater, and his tentacles twisted and clung all over his tail. Axel was not half as hesitant about the difference between this weird new them and the regular old Roxas and Axel who had two legs and ten toes and all that. A tentacle slid up Roxas’s chest, clinging to his skin like a hundred open-mouthed kisses, and Axel’s hand slid over the bony plates of Roxas’s tail, right at the curve where his legs should have been.
Roxas laughed into Axel’s mouth and Axel couldn’t help grinning.
“There’s nothing there to grope,” he argued.
“Yeah, like that’s going to stop me.” Axel rolled his eyes toward the surface somewhere high above them.
“Of course not, you’re Axel.” He liked to hear Roxas just say his name maybe even more than he liked kissing him.
Axel had ten limbs now all clamoring for attention, all focused entirely on Roxas. It was impossible to resist that kind of overwhelming (obnoxious) persistence.
Sexual arousal was as instinctive to Axel’s new form as changing colors and shooting red, hot ink. It wasn’t even all that different from getting hard, to feel the pressure changes and the need that made another tentacle descend, pale and nearly luminescent. Axel shivered as it slid against Roxas’s tail, making him clutch Roxas’s face desperately and kiss him deep until he could taste the Roxas under all that sea salt.
It found an entrance, found something as sticky with, well, it was probably sperm, as his own parts. Axel shifted bonelessly to line up his new mantle with what was left of Roxas’s hips.
“You could ask first!” Roxas protested, nipping needlelike teeth at Axel’s lips.
“Sorry, sorry,” Axel said, not feeling sorry at all. His other tentacles were twining with Roxas’s fins and clinging to his wrists, his bare chest, even coming up and wrapping half around Roxas’s neck.
“Mmmm,” Axel purred into Roxas’s neck. He could feel the way their different parts slid against each other with the help of all that slickness. Axel relished the way it made shivers ripple through Roxas’s compact body and into the water around them. They were making little waves, Axel realized, floating here and fucking with so little movement, their bodies just pressed as tightly together as possible.
Fighting the grip of his tentacles, Roxas’s tail trashed. He had probably orgasmed, Axel realized, but Axel’s body told him that he wasn’t done with Roxas just yet.
He kissed again, tangling his fingers in Roxas’s hair, which was dark and soft for the way it floated in the current. He could feel time sliding by through the water, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go just yet, not just yet, not while he could still feel something building up in the core of him, not while Roxas was still all shivers and growls in his arms.
“I think,” Axel said after nearly an hour had gone by with their bodies locked together. “I think I’m going to.”
Eight tentacles tightened like they each had a mind of their own, all involved in their own rapturous kisses, hundreds of them. It would have been enough to break someone’s bones, the kind of strength in those coils to crush, to kill, to contain, but Roxas’s hard body and stubborn will held fast against it. He thrashed, though, his needle sharp teeth puncturing through Axel’s lower lip, his arms fighting against the sudden iron restraint, and his tail kicking up wild eddies around them.
“Roxas,” Axel sighed, all his tentacles going limp and malleable. Roxas could have pushed them away, he felt it in the way they no longer pulled on his skin. But he chose not to, for now. He could feel that one tentacle pull out and hide itself away again.
“We’ve still got to find the people,” Roxas said.
“Yeah,” Axel said, blood spreading into the dark water and triggering some instinctive hunger in Roxas. And now he’d be vulnerable, that hunger said, eat him. It was too weird, though, so Roxas ignored it except for the tiniest taste with his tongue.
Axel pulled away, his tentacles sliding off Roxas’s body reluctantly. They moved on, swimming into the dark, but any time they stopped and simply floated, discussing their strategy, the tips of a tentacle or two brushed and bumped against the bony plates of Roxas’s tail or the soft skin of his arms.
When they found the people here they were hidden, scared, but they still looked hungrily at Axel and all those coiling tentacles. Roxas understood, then, the hunger he’d felt. It was actual hunger. In this world, Axel was a prey species.
God, he thought, couldn’t they do anything the normal way?!