It didnât take long for oceanic eyes to sport utter hatred of their own, and that pretty little mouth of his that worked oh so well against Axel yesterday night spouting harsh words, tone dripping acid. He couldnât believe that they were doing this; that they were screaming at each other when just last night everything seemed okayâŚ
âŚbut this was only to be expected, was it not? Roxas was the enemy.Â
"Well fuckinâ obviously I had plans to destroy the new guy!â He rolled his eyes, tone just as sharp as the other maleâs, âunlike you, I was here first.â Childish, but he was angry and spoke before he thought. âDâyou really think iâd want ta lose my job? Of course I wanted to destroy the new guy!â He spat, nails digging into his palms at just how tight his fists were clenched.Â
If Roxas hadnât called him a prick, If Axel didnât begin yelling at him for that, they couldâve handled this well. But no, things just couldnât work out, could they?
And then the next accusing comment? Now that struck a nerve. âWell, you didnât need to be a fuckinâ asshole about it! Sayinâ how you were gonna talk the 'prick' down? God damn it, Roxas!â There seemed to be no end to the stringed sentences of pure rage. âI had no idea who you were! And iâll have you damn well know that I donât have ta sleep with anybody to be a better model than them.â Axel growled, fully aware of just how much of an âin demandâ model he was. Yes, to be completely fucking cocky, he knew he was good looking. âAnd in case ya donât remember, blondie, you were the one all over me!âÂ
Truthfully, the comment about him sleeping around did hurt to some degree. Which, was why he was covering up that hurt with attacks. Axel did not sleep around with just anybodyâŚbut it sort of looked like it when he just up and got himself into a strangerâs pants, huh? There was no way he could back himself up, but again, Roxas did the sameâ it went both ways, so he could be accused of sleeping around just as much as Axel could.Â
His anger didnât seem to cool down any, and truthfully if he was back to couple of years earlier, when he wasnât as mature, heâd be laying a good, hard punch to the guyâs face. Teeth bared, Axel leaned himself forward as did the blond. âYou do realize that you were the one to mention âdessertâ, yes? It was practically you who ripped my fucking pants off.â His voice toned down, and he sighed. Axel needed to keep himself in check, people were listeningâŚand well, there was no hiding what was going on between them now.Â
Rubbing at his temples with the other hand on hip, another sigh escaped him. He calmed himself down. However, when emerald eyes met Roxasâ again, they were narrowed, utterly dark and relenting. âJust you wait, Roxas. Thisâll be the end of you.â Tone low, Axel held an accusing finger to the blondâs chest, before turning around with one last glare and having the door slam shut behind him.Â