Roxas Lorin Kilgore

When he got his crown of thorns he made a pained expression and desperately wanted it off but the thorns dug into his skin and was fixed in his hair so no matter how much he moved his head around it would not come off. Thin rivers of blood traveled down the side of his face and rolled down to his eyebrows. He knew he was fucked by not telling anyone where he had went off to. It was biting himself in the ass he didn’t have any knowledge of any form of magic to defend himself or make some communication to his best friend. 

Suddenly Axel was being fed the slivers of heart. He remembered slicing up the heart exactly this way when he fed pieces to Kilgore. He knew this was all his fault of why he was here, but he would be damned if he would die here. He reluctantly ate the pieces of heart and almost had distaste for it. It had been a long time since he ate a full heart, when Kilgore and him were on missions he would only take a few, measly bites out of the organ and hand off the rest to the boy. He didn’t know how much heart he could handle anymore. He put the thoughts of helping Roxas out of the cult on the backburner and was focusing on how he could get out. He could not tug himself off of the restraints, which had become frustrating. Yet, as many terrible horror movies he had saw, he figured it could not get any worse than this. There was nothing to say to the boy to get himself out of this since this was complete fun and satisfaction whenever Axel Christ groaned in the agony of the thorns digging into his skull and being fed the slivers of heart. He would find a way out.

“You look good like this.” He dragged his fingertips through the blood streaming over Axel’s brows and took a moment to taste it like an afterthought of icing. “Really good.” Leaning down, Roxas playfully grazed his lips across Axel’s before exhaling a breathy sigh, following it with a subtle nip on his bottom lip. “But anyway—time for the real fun.” Parting from the faint kiss, Roxas leaned back and finally reached over for the rusted nails and hammer he had set aside. Glaring at Axel’s hand, he listened for the resonating pop of finger joints being spread out until both backs of his hands were flat against the wooden floor. “You’re not a mess I’m too interested in cleaning up. I can’t wait for you to rot like this.” Meticulously, he gently placed the tip of the harshly sharpened nail’s tip onto the center of Axel’s wide palm and squinted as if judging something. There was a quick sigh before he twirled the hammer around in between his fingertips. “Now scream.”

Bringing back the hammer, Roxas’ expression remained void of emotion when he slammed the hammer’s flat edge onto the head of the nail. There was the defining sensation of holy metal slamming through fleshy pulp and bones. When the blood seeped out and Axel’s jeer of agony whispered between clenched teeth Roxas finally let out a mirthful laugh that rang with genuine amusement. “You should see your fucking face.” Slamming the hammer down once more until the head was flat against his skin, Kilgore took a moment to admire the handy work with a cute wrinkle of his freckled nose. “This is just precious—next hand!” Repeating the process, Roxas laughed even harder when the second hand found itself in its partner’s same position. Hammered down with a thick nail causing blood to gently river out into the wooden floors; Roxas dragged his gloved thumb through it and proceeded to paint an inverted cross on Axel’s forehead with a quiet hum. “Hail Axel Christ, no? Don’t worry. I’ll let your child know you were a martyr for a great cause: My Amusement.”

Kilgore had a way of talking too much. As if he was having a monologue moment with an audience of one and giving it his all when it was unnecessary. “Roxas…” He said with a low voice but Kilgore continued anyway and went on about his potential family and significant other and sometimes forgot why in the world he had even bothered to be with Kilgore. He furrowed his eyebrows plenty of times when Kilgore spoke. He wanted to get down to where he wanted to talk with Kilgore with nothing but good intentions in conversation. “Roxas–“ But Kilgore cut him off constantly and he was beginning to get frustrated real fast. Kilgore talked too much and that was something Axel was picking up on. “Kilgore, goddammit, kiddo.” That was right, he was a kid. Nineteen and so impressionable and had done so much in his short life. If Roxas would be ever found out for the things he had done, which he wouldn’t be, people would discover they got it easy and lucky and would be sick the instant to find out what horror he had done. Once Kilgore turned around and displayed that grand tattoo on his back he sighed some.

“What an embarrassment.” He took in a sharp breath and grinded his teeth together. Axel had no loving feelings towards the young blonde, but he would not be called an embarrassment as if Kilgore was on a high pedestal and only the greatest kind of dick would be allowed inside of him. “You little fuck. Yeah, me of all people to be inside of you is embarrassing. Not the fat, sweaty fucks that you let cum inside you–“ But his angered rant would not continue once there was the sudden flash of light and everything was white. He was set in a world of white and a high pitch noise that shook his brain.

For a short while he thought he was dead but came to the conclusion he was somewhere in his brain because hell was not this. Hell would be too easy to handle, then, if it was. If Kilgore had killed him it was one hell of a way to go, but he hoped he wasn’t. He wondered if this was payback because of his empty promises to Kilgore that he would be there for him. He promised him the world on the beach, which seemed to be forever ago and long gone. He left, though, and he assumed Kilgore must’ve thought it was some sort of payback by cheating on him as well. It wasn’t that, though, but rather he found someone who loved him. Roxas Kilgore did not love Axel, and that’s why he left.

That being said, when Axel woke up the first thing he did was crouch down beside him and admire the T-shape his body made over the occultist symbolism. “You’re probably right. You should’ve killed me, but you didn’t because you were dick struck. Funny how that happened.” Roxas abruptly stood up and didn’t think twice about slamming steel toed boots into the man’s ribs. He knew all too well how fast Axel Christ would heal, so he made a point to do it again. “Fuck you, Axel!” The words tumbled out before he could catch himself. “Fuck you for all of this because you know it’s your fucking fault!” He suddenly locked his jaw and gritted his teeth. “There’s nothing to talk about between us because you fed the hearts to me and you promised me we’d be okay! So fuck off with your stupid shit it’s nothing but total bullocks—just fuck you! You knocked up a pretty little girl? You fell in love with another little blonde? Good for you, but that doesn’t make you some high and mighty do good son of a bitch, Axel! There will never be peace between us!”

Stepping away from Axel, Roxas shifted his muscle lined shoulders and planted both hands on his hips. “Whatever, whatever—I don’t even know why I’m talking.” At that, he finally grew quiet. “I never loved you, as you know, but I did look up to you a lot. Like, a mentor, and I think that’s why this still hurts. I never had anyone who cared about me the way you did. Acceptance…” He raised a hand as a defeated gesture. “Whether or not you stopped fucking me or being romantically interested, who cares? That’s all so cheap to me. I’ve been fucked since before I even had surging testosterone. I’ve had men love me since I can remember.” Leaving it at that, Roxas suddenly picked up the crown of thorns and didn’t think twice about roughly yanking it onto Axel’s head. Letting out a quiet laugh at the sight, he wandered over to the table where he had pieces of heart chopped up. Roxas snatched up the plate and settled himself down on Axel’s lap with a completely blanked expression. “Get the fuck over yourself. You’re not good, and you’ll never be lowly enough to wander with the likes of your blonde little Mary Magdalene.”

Maybe they could talk like civilized, human adults. Although the human part he wasn’t sure about. He could at least talk to the younger male about his addiction and convince him to sway away from the cult because he had the intentions of slipping away from it once and for all but he could not do it when Kilgore was involved. Trust was an issue, considering what Roxas had done to Marx and beat a life out of her and tossed Axel into complete agony. He rolled his jaw and reached for his keys as he pulled on his spiked, leather jacket and headed out of the apartment. He did not bother to wake Marx or leave any note about where he would be off to, not that he did so usually but he did not want her to be aware he would be around the person that made her uneasy and with good reason.

Axel ate up the road with his Firebird, heading to the place from memory. Roxas’ place was far out of town and passing through the woods that led there sent chills up his arms because of winter’s breath and eerie setting. He thought about Kilgore again and how sometimes he felt like he knew and understood him. It almost sounded like a joke, but when he thought about the brief mentions about growing up in that house and imagining the things he saw could warp anyone the way Kilgore is. If it wasn’t for what his careless action he could be his best friend, but that was no longer an option. He could at least help him out, at least just this once. By then he had to suck it up when they went on missions and be able to stand Kilgore’s presence and push their history aside to finish their job. It was easier said than done, but maybe outside of work he could do it too.

“You actually managed to free yourself up from the domestic hold of your darling blonde?” Roxas kept the bitterness to a minimum as he laughed into his mug, but he sucked it up enough to continue. “She’s pretty, you know? That entire gene pool you two have is going to make for an interesting spawn.” Another sip followed and he finally turned completely around to face Axel. In that moment they mirrored one another impressively. Both in their leather pants yet Roxas was the one without a shirt because he wasn’t interested in having to do more than the necessary laundry after dealing with Axel Christ appropriately. “Congratulations, though. On the whole fertilizing a human egg thing. It’s impressive, really. I mean, you used to be so avid about your distaste for the entire concept of knocking a woman up. If I recall correctly, then I think you once told me you’d kill it yourself.” Roxas gave a comfortable hum as if savoring the memory. “If you still intend to I’d like to watch. No pressure, though. You seem so content as is.”

“But anyway,” and he turned his tattooed back toward Axel. “I see you haven’t been particularly interested in practicing your dark magic. Pitiful considering you’re even stronger than me. Well, maybe you are.” A quiet laughed followed that, and Roxas glanced over his shoulder. “You’d think that after seeing what the cult is capable of, then you’d find it in your heart—” Roxas interrupted himself to laugh at the entire concept of Axel having a heart. “Then you’d find it in your heart to learn how to defend not just yourself, but your pretty little family in the making. You do realize that just because your potential is immense it means absolutely nothing if you can’t control it worth shit, right? You’re like dynamite unlit. You’re the nuclear weapon without a human being. God, humans…” Roxas sighed at the thought. “Humans aka the ruin of the great Axel Christ.” At that Roxas suddenly allowed his expression to ice over. “You’re one stupid son of a bitch, Axel. I can hardly believe I let you stick your dick inside me so many times. What an embarrassment.”

Without any sense of warning, Roxas threw his cup at Axel only to revel in the wave of pure light that went straight for the man’s skull. There was the sickening sound of it crackling into the man’s brainwaves only for it to be followed by the thud of a massive demonic form falling onto his hardwood floors. Staring at the passed out Axel with an unimpressed leer, he snapped his fingers and arched an eyebrow as the man’s body levitated. Roxas turned on his heel and continued toward the stairs, Axel’s seemingly lifeless form following him up as he made his way toward the room with the hectogram, holy water rubbed chains and nails.