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Altare watches the scene like a hawk, if eyes could burn, his stare could even scorch the hardest metal and turn them into ashes. It's the freaking 4th time today, what is it with today? Axel's appreciation day that he doesn't even know about? Where are these guys even spawned from, the pit of hell? Oh he's going to send them back to hell, alright. Just watch and see, one more move and he'll take out his gun saber or burns him alive, whichever deadlier.
"So, is your hair natural or is it dyed? I like the red in it, looks real nice, man. Can i touch it?" A guy who's maybe in his mid or late 20s asks Axel. The guy just approached Axel and start complimenting him on his fit, saying that his jacket looks sick and asks where did he buy it, all that shit. And now he's complimenting his hair. He's clearly making a move on him.
Altare just about to stand, but he feels a gentle hand on top of his arm. "Easy, Altare. Calm down a bit, ok." Shinri's voice is as velvety and as soft as ever, it's relaxing. Altare takes a deep breath. Yeah, let's not make a scene.
They're all hanging out and catching up with their friends tonight, having drinks and late night snacks with the boys and some of their mutual friends. Everyone is busy chatting, joking, drinking and having fun and only Altare and maybe Shinri (because of how tense Altare is next to him) who notice this scumbag is making a move on Axel.
The place is jam-packed with people drinking, eating, and mingling together. So they're kind of branching out to start conversations with strangers too, since seeing how full the place is they are forced to share some tables together. It's the start of the weekend and people are starting to let loose and having a friendly and great time together, or it would be the case if some of them are not trying to make their move on his boyfriend.
Altare is sitting in the corner near the wall, just next to Shinri, he doesn't drink alcohol and never really like crowd that much so he was just observing and kind of pulled himself to the side after exhausting himself with socializing and catching up with all their friends. Just letting the boys and his friends having their fun.
And Axel, the social butterfly that he is, just starts to go around the boys and all their friends trying to greet everyone and making sure everyone is having fun. And of course Altare is okay with that, they're his friends too. But then that's when the flies are coming in.
He counts there are 3 guys in the span of 2 hours that they're here, approaching Axel to start a conversation with him (4 for today, if he counts the one who tried to flirt with him on their way to get there). Maybe seeing how fired up, loud, and how excited he is kind of attracts them to him, and probably because he's also very easy on the eyes too.
They're friendly, just making small talk here and there trying to get the blond's attention by asking him harmless but still a personal question, like what he's doing for a living or where he's from for example.
And to Altare annoyance, his boyfriend is just so welcoming and friendly towards anyone. Not that he doesn't like this side of him, he actually loves it, but in this situation he just wish he would not be so oblivious and too friendly.
Altare takes a deep breath after hearing Shinri's soothing voice. "Yeah, I'm good. Sorry."
But then he hears Axel answering the guy in a nonchalant tone, "Thanks, man. Yeah sure, you can. It's natural, by the way."
And Altare can feel his anger flares up when he watches the fucker happily stretches his fingers and stroking Axel's hair. His Axel. He should be the only one who have the privilege to touch him and stroke his hair, not this asshole. He even has the audacity to laughs and compliments him more. "Oh your hair is actually so soft. Nice!" It is soft, asshole! But that besides the point as Altare is really pissed off right now.
"Right?" Axel grins to the guy and that's the last straw.
Altare stands and quickly walks towards the guy and in a swift move he grabs the guy hand from Axel's head. When he finally talks, his voice is restrained and threatening. "Hey man, can you not touch people so casually?"
The older guy looks surprised and then grimaces, feeling the pressure of Altare's surprisingly painful grip on his hand. "Huh? I'm sorry but who are you?"
"I'm his leader." Altare says, his eyes are cold and piercing. Altare is actually a few inches shorter than the guy but even so the guy feels so intimidated that he takes a step back unconsciously.
Without waiting for the guy's response, Altare's attention now turns to Axel. "Let's go home," he says as he takes Axel's hand in his and drags him.
Dumfounded, the blond just follows while he asks Altare, helplessly, "What? Why? What happened? Altare?" He turns to the boys and their friends one last time, they now stopped chatting and joking between themselves, everyone still seated at the table watching the scene unfolds before their eyes, everyone except Shinri and Altare are clearly confused. "Guys? What happened? Haa?"
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"Altare.. ah-. W-wait why are we doing this again?" With an impatient push Altare presses Axel to his bed. His face still looks as angry as he was before, but his green eyes darken by something more than anger this time.
He's not answering, instead he kisses Axel's neck while slipping both of his hands under the blond's sweater, running his hands all over his body, pinching his nipples, flicks them and plays with them with his fingers. A restrained groans escapes from the blond's lips.
He lifts the sweater covering the blond's body up to his chest, then plants kisses on his nipples. Axel shivers from the sensation of a sudden touch of hot and wet lips on his sensitive tips.
"Altare, why are we doing this now? And why are we home early?"
Still no answer but the sensation continues. Altare's lips, teeth and tongue are busy teasing the blond, making his breath hitches. He bites his lips trying to keep his voice down as Altare's hands skillfully unbuttoned Axel's pants, the chains jingle by the movements when Altare slides them off along with his underwear, leaving him only in his sweater rolled up to his chest. His half-erect length twitches as he squirms suddenly feeling embarrassed.
With still no words coming out of his mouth, Altare starts to undress himself. He sheds all of his clothes except for his underwear to the floor. And quickly back to his activities of exploring Axel's body with his lips.
"Alt..." Axel's words stopped to a halt when Altare shoves two of his fingers into his mouth while Altare's attention is still fully directed at teasing Axel's nipples. Axel almost chokes when Altare pushing his fingers deeper, caressing his tongue and the inside of his mouth.
"What are you doing...?" Blue eyes are squinting, confused, when Altare finally takes his fingers out of him. Without any delay Altare's raises himself from the blond's body, his hands move fast as he part his boyfriend's legs and start to prod his entrance with his saliva covered fingers.
"Wait, fuck you, Altare! What is your problem, man? At least talk to me first if you want to fuck me, asshole." The blond is trying to get up from his position, but then Altare holds him in his place with his arm pushing him on his chest just below his neck. Forcing him to lay still on the bed. The tip of his finger finally inside the blond. He wiggles his finger inside stretching it a bit so his other finger could join in not long after.
Axel lets out a grunt from the sudden strange feeling in his behind, definitely much too soon than he used to. His head is still trying to perceive if the feeling is uncomfortable or pleasant for him. Eyebrows knitted together, he relaxes his body on top of the bed and Altare holds on him finally loosen.
"He touched you." The blue haired hero finally speak, his voice is more of a growl, he doesn't sound like himself since his voice is devoid of his usual softness in it. "And you let him?"
"Ha? Why is it so bad? It's just hair." Axel looks at him straight in the eyes from his position on the bed, his eyes project genuine confusion.
Altare's face inches closer, his expression is still as cold when he looks at the blue eyes in front of him. "Just hair? He's interested in you. That's the problem."
"What's so wrong with touching my hair, man? I got a head full of it. It's just fucking hair."
Altare pushing more of his fingers's length into the tight cavern and Axel squirms from the alien feeling in his inside. "He's flirting with you, Axel. And your response is letting him touches you? Are you fucking kidding me?"
Stubborn and now annoyed, the gladiator glares back at the hero, he won't give him the satisfaction of thinking that he has an edge over him by having his fingers pushing and caressing his inside, although his fingers is definitely not as gentle as usual today. "It's only fucking hair, Altare. It's not like he's touching my ass or having his fucking fingers shoved inside my asshole like you do right now," he growls.
Altare is silent, his green eyes could very well impale the blond by intensity alone. He stretches his fingers inside Axel, making him frowned as the breath he lets out hitches.
"I don't like it. You're mine. I don't want some asshole touching you." Altare hisses. He presses his lips onto the stubborn blond and Axel bites his lip in retaliation, sharp teeth sink into the soft lips. Smug smile playing on his face when he sees the blue haired hero winces in pain and blood trickles down his lips.
But Altare can be pretty stubborn too, and with his mood all over the place today, he's not having it. So he retracts his fingers inside Axel just enough before he shoves them back in, deep. Axel grunts, and when Altare curls his fingers inside and start to work his finger skillfully to a certain spot, Axel is unconsciously clinging to Altare's neck.
"Fuck! ..asshole." He hisses with a shaky breath, his stare is still piercing Altare, the red flecks in his eyes gleam as they shakes slightly. Sighs starts to fall from his mouth as the sometimes slightly weird feeling in his behind is starting to change into pleasure only.
He can curse Altare all he wants, but he needs to know who he belongs to. Altare tries kissing him again but Axel pushes him away. Slightly foggy but icy blue eyes meet still cold greens, in contrast to the raising temperature in the room, their bodies heat, and the hot puffs coming out from their mouths, they are still glaring coldly at each other.
Altare hopes he won't be the one who fold first.
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Axel's arm is on Altare's neck, blocking Altare away from him to stop the hero from inching closer. He's trying his best not to make any sounds escape from his mouth even when Altare's fingers mercilessly giving him pleasure.
"Come on, Axel. It's okay. Relax." Altare murmurs, kissing the arm that's keeping him from getting closer.
"No. Fuck you." The reds in his eyes shakes when Altare's fingers are caressing his sensitive spot. Axel bites his moan from slipping.
He's cute, he doesn't even really know why he's angry. He's probably angry because Altare is being an asshole and since he doesn't fully understand why he just got frustrated. Probably also because he is stubborn, but so is Altare.
Altare is picking up his pace, fingers skillfully teasing on Axel's sensitive spot. He's enjoying the frustrated look on Axel's face when he's trying hopelessly not to give in. Oh how Altare knows every soft spot on his gladiator's body, he committed them to his memory, every reactions Axel gave him, every expressions that flitted through his face, he already memorized everything.
Moans start to spill from the gladiator's mouth even when he's trying so hard to hold it in. His eyes unfocused and his breath is ragged. Altare knows he's close, he just needs a little push. But even so he stops and slides his fingers off of him.
"Ha..? Wh.." Looking confused, Axel looks at Altare when he suddenly stops just when he's so so close.
"You should ask me nicely to fuck you."
"Fuck no, I won't."
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Axel lets out another frustrated whines. He stopped trying to hold out his voice from a while ago. Just a little more and he'll give in. The glare in his eyes still somewhat persists at times but it's more of a frustrated look rather than caused by anger like a few moments ago.
"Stop edging me.." Axel groans, the tone in his voice is becoming more and more whiny as time passes. He raises his hand to his reddened face, trying to swat Altare's hand from caressing his face but distracted by his crumbling thought process, he just holds Altare's hand in his instead. He's a mess after being denied his orgasm several times already.
"Come on, Axel. Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. Hm?" Altare is rubbing his cheek to Axel's face and to his amusement the blond immediately initiates a kiss. No resistance and biting this time as he desperately chasing after Altare's lips.
Altare hums in pleasure, finally feels like he's winning in this stupid battle of endurance and stubbornness between them. The blond is not answering as he is too engrossed in their kiss, his tongue is coiling around Altare's, his lips are insistent, and his breath is ragged. Only sighs, pants and the occasional moans are coming out of his lips.
Just a few moments into their heated kiss Altare can feel Axel's hand reaches out to his lower half, rubbing his painfully erect length through the fabric of his underwear. Altare groans, Axel's sudden desperate touch to his untouched member almost sends him over the edge. Altare can feel his precum starts to ooze out, dampening his underwear with every stroke Axel is giving him.
Impatient, Axel tries to slide Altare's underwear but Altare is faster. He puts just enough distance between them, abruptly ending their kiss, partly because he's afraid the sudden eagerness that Axel shows him would engulf him whole and the other is because he's just that stubborn sometimes.
"Spread your legs and tell me what you want," he murmurs, voice is restrained by the overpowering lust he's feeling.
"Oh, come onn! Just give it to me already." The blond whines, his hands reaches out trying to grab Altare but the blue haired hero dexterously grabs both of Axel's hands. He raises and holds them in place just above blond strands strewn across the sheets. Axel's glazed blue eyes watching Altare in request, almost begs him, "please."
Now almost gets what he initially wanted Altare feels like an electric course runs through his body. The satisfaction flooding his mind when he feels like he has power over the mighty gladiator who unknowingly always has him in his grasp for the longest time.
In his silly little power trip, Altare just stares at Axel, trying to keep his expression straight. "I'm waiting. Go on, ask me nicely," he whispers, coaxing the blond who can only lets out a small whines as a response.
Altare is greedily watching making sure the scene is engraved in his memory, when Axel with his face flushed from his searing needs is slowly and enticingly opening his legs for Altare. Altare's length is twitching impatiently, responding to the scene while his body feels like it's burning.
"Come on, Altare." Axel whimpers.
He knows he's going to get everything he wants now. Altare is taking his time when he slides his underwear off, he can feel the watchful eyes of the blond staring at him. Altare is pleased when the blond lets out an embarassing and impatient noise as he finally sees Altare's cock, red and stiff, twitching as string of precum spills and starts pooling on the bedsheets beneath them.
"Come on what? Ask me nicely." Voice so hoarse it's sounds more like a growl, Altare is trying so hard to control himself. His hands twitches from the the desire to touch and sinks his claws to the glistening skin in front of him.
"Come and fuck me, please." He looks so ravishing with his bedroom eyes and legs spread open that Altare instinctively lets out a low growl as the temperature of his body rising even higher.
Hiding his smirk, Altare buries his face in Axel's hair. He nibbles Axel's earlobe softly as he whispers, "Good boy." The blond shivers and moans into Altare's ears.
Axel squirms impatiently when Altare touches his ready entrance with the tip of his cock, drawing a circle on it, teasing him and forcing him to spills more moans as the hunger is heightened. Altare running his hands to Axel's taut waists, rubbing them to relax him as he slowly pushing himself into him.
The feeling of tight yet amazingly soft cavern on his shaft is so stimulating that Altare intuitively bites his moan from slipping. Probably because of how long Altare's been teasing him, Axel is really really soft and so warm even more than usual.
Axel lets out a long and low groans, arching his back and trembling like a leaf when Altare finally pushes himself to the hilt, finally scratching the itch that the blond's been feeling inside for a while now.
"Oh, shit." Altare grunts, feeling the blond squeezing him so hard it almost hurt. "I can't believe you came just from me putting it in." He murmurs, kissing him while he waits for Axel to calm down from his orgasm.
With his mind in such a mess, the gladiator clings onto Altare as he murmurs his name over and over again in his ears before his body finally starts to relax more. Altare hums, it's always a pleasant feeling to get the mighty Axel Syrios turns into a pleasure-stricken mess from his touch.
"Tell me, who do you belong to?" Altare asks as he starts to move his hips slowly.
"Ah.." Axel moans, his lidded eyes are trained on Altare's face but Altare doesn't even know if he even really looks at him at the state he's in. "You..?" he finally answers.
"That's right, you're mine. Good boy gets rewarded, you know." Altare knows Axel is going to be super pissed once he gets his mind cleared later and Altare might even have to go to hell and back just to get Axel to forgive him. But he's going to fret about that later as he's too busy pounding him right now.
The loud slapping sounds of skin against skin filled Altare's room, drowning all the grunts and moans that come out of their mouths. Altare can feel Axel's hand is on his stomach trying to push him away. "Altare.. no. I can't.." he starts whimpering when the overwhelming sensation doesn't stop.
Altare leans in and lifts Axel's leg up to his shoulder as he keeps directing his thrust to Axel's prostate, forcing more whimpers to spills from his lips as he helplessly scrambles to grab the bedsheets in his hand.
With his mouth slacks and his pleasure-stricken face flushed red, Axel is now an incoherent trembling mess. Just a little touch and his body trembles ever so slightly. And seeing him and his reaction, combined with the overwhelming pleasure on his cock, Altare knows his peak is coming as he starts to pound Axel harder with the heightened needs of his release.
Axel clings onto his neck and outright sobs when Altare is instinctively ramming his thrusts into him, mercilessly and desperately chasing after his own release. With Axel's back arches nicely and the tight squeeze around his shaft combined with broken moans in his ears, Altare finally shot his load inside him.
Altare grunts. Axel is trembling and keeps twitching on his length, almost like he's trying to milked him dry. Still feeling high, Altare kisses him, caressing his trembling hips and burrying his face on Axel's neck while the hero stubbornly mutters, "You're mine."
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"Don't you fuckin' dare touch me, you sadistic perv. Asshole."
The gladiator is still sulking, only letting Altare see his back as he is facing the other way refusing to look at him. Altare kisses his bare shoulder, he presses his cheek to Axel's back. "Axel, I'm sorry. Please don't be angry at me." He plants more kisses on the blond's back and shoulder.
"Give me a fucking break, yo. I still don't fucking understand how can you be that pissed over someone touching my goddamn hair. It's only fucking hair, dude! You're overreacting!"
Altare frowns. "Yeah? Am I?" He rises from his position on the bed, eyes squinted and still trained on Axel's back. "It's only hair at first, that's the case for me too. Then the next time we knew i was balls deep in your ass fucking you day in day out." He sighs and sits on the edge of the bed turning his back on the blond, still naked but is now also sulking.
"Haa? What.." Offended, Axel's eyes is narrowed when he is peeking from his shoulder to the blue haired hero who is now hanging his head low. After some time silently thinking about it, he finally adds, "Wait, now that you mention it. That's kinda true, yeah?"
Altare whips his head around to look at Axel, surprised to hear his nonchalant answer. "Axeel, at least try to convince me that it's not the case or something. Why are you agreeing so easily?"
"Well, if it's true then it's true. What can i say, yo?" He shrugs. "But if it will make you feel better I'm not interested in him or anyone else for that matter, you know. So even if they touched me, it doesn't mean anything anyway. Also, stop being a psycho, dickhead."
Altare groans, head in his hand, he slumps his shoulders. "Then stop being so slutty, please."
"Haa? Me? Slutty? What the fuck are you even saying?" He raises his eyebrow at Altare's back, ready to get angry. "Wait, am I slutty? Maybe I am slutty," he adds more to himself than to the sad hero sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Axel stooop." Altare whines, he crawls back to the blond, thunking his head on Axel's shoulder, his arms wrapped around his waist possessively. "Please dont let other people touch you so easily. Please don't flirt with other guys, girls, or whatever. I hate it. I'll go crazy. Please stop being too slutty in front of people other than me."
"Ayo, why do you keep calling me slutty, dude? I'm sexy, yes, slutty, no." Axel now sits on top of the bed, Altare follows the motion still clinging to his body. "You're already crazy, by the way. And I'm not flirting with anyone. What do you even think I am, dickhead?"
"A slutty princess." Even though it's a rhetorical question, the hero is still muttering his answer to the gladiator, warm breath brushing Axel's skin as Altare slides down n rests his head on top of Axel's bedsheets-covered thigh.
"What does that even mean, you asshole?" Axel glares at the pouting hero rested on his lap, flicking his forehead with his finger. Altare groans in pain, rubbing his reddened forehead. He throws Axel one of his signature look, the sad puppy eyes look now with an extra red forehead for good measure.
Feeling a bit guilty, Axel is stroking Altare's soft hair, though now it's slightly damp with sweat. He finally sighs. "Alright, okay, man. I'm sorry if that's upsetting you. I'll be careful, aight?"
Altare smiles, he stretches his hand and starts caressing Axel's face. "Thank you," he mutters. Axel might not be the most passionate when it comes to how he expresses himself in their relationship. But Altare knows him long enough to know that he's actually very considerate and has his own way in showing it to Altare. And for him that's actually more than enough.
"But you know, not my fault if im so fuckin sexy that everyone want a piece of this ass. Just saying."
Altare furrows his eyebrows, annoyed at the cheeky tone and his smug expression. "Can you please stop talking and ruining the moment?"
"If you can stop fucking around and be normal for a day or something i might try, yeah?"
"But i am normal!"
"Tell that to my ass, man."