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The Stranger I Love

1 - Axel & Misha

Description: Misha and Axel lives a bohemian life together and the love each other dearly even though Axel's mood swings have made it difficult for them. When Axel starts to change, so does their relationship and Misha start to feel like she lives with a stranger.

Characters: AU Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist) from Deadpool 2 played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Warnings: 18+, smut, drugs, alcohol, drunkeness, violence. Will be more in later chapters.

Notes: It's scary to post this when there is so many great Axel stories out there. But this is my contribution, inspired of all the weird, funny guys I met, here in one package, Axel. This will have heavy themes just like my earlier stories.

Here is the “teaser”.

Mom, dad, son and daughter. That was our family. My father owned a small restaurant while my mother worked hard as a nurse. Together they were able to create the safest sort of life for me and my brother. A house with four bedrooms in a good neighborhood, with a backyard perfect for barbecues and lazy days.

They had given us the opportunity to be a part of activities so my brother played both ice hockey and lacrosse and I played Tennis and the piano. My parents had really created the safest environment for me and my older brother by three years, Noah. We were both thankful for that but the truth was it wasn't what we wanted as we grew older.

Noah had a dream of success and status. Money and power. He took an interest in conservative politics in his early teenage years, he planned his university studies early and he tried to climb in social status by befriending the rich kids.

I choose another path. I wanted freedom. Freedom from my body, freedom to do what I want and that sort of freedom only music and art can give you. While my brother studied and went out sailing with his fancy prancy friends I partied with musicians and walked around barefoot with activists. Noah and I were each other's opposites but we were still great friends and the bond in my family was strong.

It was interesting to see Axel in this mix. Axel, my boyfriend. I had been single and free for forever when I met him and wasn't interested in changing that. But he did. I met him at a music festival in a city close to mine and I thought he was so annoying. He was loud and aggressive and never let anyone finish their sentences before he had taken over.

Why he even happened to sit with my friends and I was a mystery and later when I asked him I learned he got to know a friend of a friend of mine at the festival so suddenly he sat on our blankets drinking beer. Well he more or less took over. I felt like kicking him in the head. Lucky for him he had a pretty face of sorts and interesting tattoos on his arms. Maybe I even looked at them a bit too long because suddenly he sat next to me. I could see he had a hard time knowing where to put his long legs, they were also decorated with tattoos and I was able to see many of them because of the short length of Axel's black shorts. After a while he gave up and just pushed his legs forward so everyone was forced to move their beers and their own legs then he looked towards me with a charming smile.

"Misha, right?" I looked him up and down.

"Yeah." He was cute, even hot and I knew then and there I would fuck him but I didn't see a point to be overly friendly to him.

"I'm Axel... You know you're fucking hot right?"

I looked up at him and smiled knowingly. He smiled back with heavy eyes and looked down my crochet top. I knew that you could see most of my tits down the neckline but didn't care. He could stare until his eyes fell out.

"...So do you live in a tent?" He said and continued to stare at my tits.

"I sleep in my friend's van." To tease him even more I pushed my breast together so much he probably could see a nipple. That's when he had a problem holding his impulses back because suddenly his big hand was on my waist, pushing my breast upwords so it was close to spilling from my top.

"Hey!" I pushed away his hand and he looked at me groggy like he didn't understand what he had done. His eyes were big and glossy and now it felt like it was a young boy I had next to me.

"Man, what the fuck are you doing? You can't touch her like that!" My friend Christopher said to him. Christopher sat Christlike to my other side. Axel's cheeks and ears went red and I kind of felt sorry for him, even if he had groped me. I could see on his brows that it wasn't just embarrassment but also anger and I felt conflicted towards my own feelings.

"Sorry..." muttered Axel then he stood up and walked away. I watched him, almost a head taller than the people around him.

"Are you okay?" said Christopher and put a hand on my shoulder. I smiled and nodded then I started to talk about the music to prevent him from talking about Axel.

Axel had made some sort of impression on me and it was hard to say why I couldn't stop thinking about him. I excused myself to my friends saying I had to pee but the truth was that I wanted to look for Axel. I spotted him by himself by some sort of artwork then realized it was smashed to pieces. He stood and looked up at the sky, the wind played with his hair and his red patterned shirt.

"It's so sad when people destroy things like this..." I said pointing to the artwork. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He looked a bit surprised to see me.

"Yeah... Absolutely." He said and nodded.

"Do you want to take a walk?" I asked him as I looked up at him. "We can walk a bit outside of the festival. It would be great to just get away a bit."

"Are you sure? Not like you shouldn't be but like... I'm sorry for what happend before... I just..." He rubbed his wide palms over his face and sighed.

"I get it, Axel. It's okay. But now I decide where your hands are, okay?"

He peaked through his fingers. Watching me up and down. My crochet top was dangerous. It was just put together with some strings and the neckline was deep. I had matched it with a short trashed denim skirt. Slutty hippie was my thing. Axel let go of his face and nodded wildly.

"Sure, sure, sure... Sorry but.. Fuck you're so hot,"

I laughed a little. I knew I was hot but I had never met a guy that said it like Axel. He sounded almost pained and I wondered if he already had a hard on.

"Then you should see me naked," I said and took his hand in mine.

"I would love to."

We left the festival area. On the outskirts of the festival the air was better and much more quiet. Axel took a deep breath and walked slowly with my hand in his. I was quiet too. It was nice to just walk. I looked at his face, he was really attractive. His big loud personality took over but now I could really see how attractive he was. And the pouty lips begged for kisses. But I was still unsure about doing such a thing with him. It felt like he was a bit animalistic. Could he stop if I asked him too?

"How old are you, Axel?"

"Ehhm... I'm 29, in a week actually. I guess you are younger?" He was the same age as my brother.

"I'm 26. Do you work or..."

He wagged his head back and forth.

"Sort of."

"Sort of?"

He just nodded and looked out to something far away.

"I'm a waitress."

He nodded again. Was he even interested? It seemed like he was mainly searching for a place to pull his pants down. I was quiet too. Why should I try so hard when he didn't.

After some silence he laughed a little.

"Sorry... You get me all nervous..."

I smiled a little.

"Maybe you’ll feel better if we make out a little?"

He stopped in his tracks and dragged his hands over his narrow hips and pulled up his shorts a bit.

"Come here then," he said and spread his arms.

Suddenly I became nervous. I had never been with a guy like him before. Sure they have had tattoos and stood out in a crowd but Axel was hot, cool and looked badass for real. Not like he was playing a character.

I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his lips and he deepened the kiss at once. He was a great kisser. I noticed that he didn't really dare to hold on to me so I laid his hands on my ass and he answered by squeezing it.

It was hard to not continue kissing Axel. He was really good at it at I let his hands roam my body now. It was him who stopped the make out session.

"Do you want to check my place out?"

I looked at him incomprehensibly and then at his lips. They were even redder and fuller now.

"I live here in town," he said and smirked a bit. He could probably see what effect his kisses had on me.

"Oh?"

"Mm, but we have to take a cab, it's a bit of a walk."

I nodded and then kissed him again. I didn't care if he tasted smoke and cheap beer, the boy could kiss.

During the whole cab ride we made out. He finally got permission to grope my chest and he even pulled a nipple out to suck on it with closed eyes like he was a baby. The cab driver looked at us through the rear view mirror and I could even see how he dragged his hand over his crotch. We were a hot couple so I could understand how he got aroused by seeing us on the verge of fucking. I could feel that Axel was aroused too and I couldn't stop myself from touching the front of his shorts.

"Do you feel how big I am? Do you like that?" he said. It wasn't a lie. I could feel he was both thick and long. "I really like that," I whispered and started to open his shorts. He didn't have any underwear on so I got a shock when his dick broke free and slapped his tattooed stomach. It was long, thick and pink. Symmetrical with prominent veins without being too much. Just perfect. He dragged me up on his lap with ease and pulled my panties to the side. He found my opening fast and I smiled when I felt him push in. In the background I heard the cab driver yell something but I didn't care, Axel stretched me painfully good.

I didn't even notice when the cab stopped, I just continued to bounce on Axel's dick.

"Out!! Now!" Screamed the cab driver and slammed the horn. Axel saw my face and started to laugh. I couldn't stop myself from joining him. I climbed off him and when he opened the cab door I almost fell out. I just continued to laugh and it became hysterical when Axel came out with his cock in hand, like it was his companion. The cab drove away fast after Axel had closed the door but that seemed to trigger Axel. With dick in hand he started to scream at the cab.

"Oh fuck you too! Your filthy fuck! You could have continued to jerk off!"

I saw people coming and while Axel screamed I helped him put on his shorts. He couldn't stand there with his shorts down by his feet. I continued to laugh even if Axel just continued to scream. I wondered if he would have run after the cab if I wasn't holding him by the shorts.

I sat down on my knees in front of him even though it hurt a bit and caressed his thighs. I don't know if it was how I stood or if it was my caress but he calmed down and looked down at me. He looked at me with big green eyes and I smiled my sweetest smile. A loud sigh came out between his lips and he closed his eyes.

"Sorry," he said and dragged his hands through his hair and then put them behind his neck. I kissed his thighs through the shorts.

"It's okay."

The taxi had stopped just a block from Axel's apartment so it wasn't a long walk for us. He lived on the third floor in a house that looked a bit run down but his apartment was something else, nothing what I had expected. It was just a one room apartment but it was decorated tastefully eclectic like you could see in interior magazines. One wall was painted deep green and was covered with black frames encasing black and white photos of tattooed sailors. A big black couch stood against the green wall and it had zebra stripe patterned pillows, a pattern that he also had on the covers of his bed that stood in another corner. But what caught my attention first was the big chandelier in the ceiling. It was beautiful and made the room feel grown up and a bit luxury bohemian. I started to wonder if he had a girlfriend that had decorated the place. This was not the bachelor pad I was used to. His apartment was actually nicer than mine. I was a thrift store junkie and I had all kinds of things everywhere. This was much more planned and neatly put together.

"This is really beautiful, Axel… I love the chandelier." I said while I took off my boots. He kicked off his birkenstocks and smiled shyly.

"I actually found it in a dumpster… It had lost so many crystals and it was a real project to find new ones…" he said and turned it on. I looked closer at the chandelier then at his face. He smiled proudly like he should. It was impressive and shocking that a guy like him fixed a chandelier to put in his apartment.

"I built this too," he said and walked to a tv stand opposite the couch. It was handcrafted, made with dark wood and carved with love. He dragged a hand over it almost sensually.

"You are really good, Axel. Do you work as a carpenter?"

He stood by looking at his craft and it took him some time to answer.

"No.. Just a hobby."

"So what do you do?"

He scratched his neck and turned on the tv. He even put on music before he answered.

"I guess I'm a mechanic for now… I work at my dad's company."

I nodded. That explained why his cuticles were black.

"But you want to do something else?"

He changed the music to an old rock classic I couldn't place. Still he didn't look at me. Maybe I was being too nosy.

"Yeah I think so… Do you want to fuck or something?" He asked and then he actually looked at me. Even if I have had many one night stands before they had never been so blunt.

"Sure, okay." I shrugged my shoulders and looked to his bed. It looked inviting. More than he was right now.

He walked to the bed and stripped. Showed of his slim tattooed body. He was skinnier than I had thought. I could see his ribs through his pale skin and his collarbones stood out a bit too much. But he still looked muscular. Like he worked with his body.

"Do you want a smoke?" He played around with a small wooden box in his hands.

"No thank you," I said and started to undress. I didn't want to be that boring girl that both acted like a prude and didn't smoke. But I always got so nauseous from it so it was never worth it. Axel continued to play around with the box, it looked like he couldn't decide if he should light one up or not.

"It's okay if you do it," I said standing just in my black panties. They were basic and nothing sexy. Axel looked at my tits and smiled a little.

"It's okay." He placed the box on the floor next to the bed and then laid down on bed. I couldn't really figure out what he wanted me to do. It felt awkward to just climb him, even if he got harder every second.

"Take those panties off and come here," he said and stretched out his long arms toward me.

"Or are you a virgin or something?"

I almost got offended by his question. Who knew, maybe I had slept with more people than he had. I took my panties off and crawled on top of him and kissed his lips. He took a hold of my face with both hands and kissed me with so much passion I wondered if I was in love with him. He really was a great kisser. He played with my breasts in his big hands and smirked.

"So small, like strawberries. Or chicken nuggets." I laughed but again I felt a bit offended. Was that a compliment?

I continued to kiss him just to shut him up and after a while I could feel Axel trying to angle his cock so he could slip in. Without a condom.

"Do you have protection?" I said and took a hold of his cock behind my back. He looked at me like he didn't understand the question.

"Do we need that?"

"Yeah we need that." I said firmly. He lifted me off him with a sigh and then stood up. He looked around like he didn't know where to start looking. His member was up in full mast and bobbed when he walked around in the room.

"I'll buy you the morning pill," he said and played with his dick instead of actually looking for a condom. I sighed but didn't have energy for a discussion.

"Okay."

The fire came back to his eyes again as he crawled in between my legs. There weren’t many kisses from him before he pushed in.

It was painfully hot and bright in Axel's apartment when I woke up. My body was sore, especially my head and between my legs. His seed had dried between them because I was too lazy to walk to the bathroom. My cheek laid on his sweaty chest and had stuck to it. When I removed my cheek I noticed it was laid on the tattoo of a girl's name, "Rebecca". Of course he had an ex’s name written on his chest. It was a bit green like many of his tattoos and had blown out so the lines were blurry.

I sat up, blinking and watched Axel's face. He was sweaty and unshaved. His mouth hung open as he snored lightly. What a prince charming. I walked to the bathroom. Even that was actually nice. Clean and bright. I tried to fix myself the best I could. Wash away the seed, wash my armpits and I helped myself to a squeeze of Axel's toothpaste and brushed my teeth with my finger. My long hair was put up with the hairband I kept on my wrist. Even if Axel hadn't made a great impression on me I wanted to do that for him. He was an original guy and I wanted him to remember me.

I tiptoed out again and was met by a naked Axel outside of the bathroom.

"Sorry, I just need to piss," he said and rubbed his eyes. He was cute. In a dirty hangover way.

"Take what you want in the fridge," he said when he walked into the bathroom.

I actually was hungry so after I put on my panties and Axel's shirt I walked to the small kitchen and looked through the fridge. It was a grown-ups’ fridge. I had expected beer and some sad looking sausages. He had the essentials: bread, butter, cheese and jam so I could serve him breakfast. I put it on the table.

"Oh wow, is it the lady of the house?” Axel joked at the door. He was now dressed in a pair of loose fit denim shorts and a white tank top. He looked much fresher, I felt like the dirty one now.

I smiled a little and Axel gave me a kiss on the cheek. We ate breakfast in silence with coffee he had made in the coffee machine. It wasn't uncomfortable but I had a question I needed an answer to.

"Who is Rebecca? On your chest?"

Axel looked down on his chest while he chewed his sandwich.

"Oh, an ex. I have four more."

"Exes?"

"Names on my body. Like here," he showed another name on the inside of his biceps. Zoey.

"An ex?" I asked and smirked.

"Sort of." He shrugged his shoulders and took another bite on his sandwich.

"Can I see the others?"

"...In bed, they are on naughty places." He smirked.

After breakfast I was too curious to not climb in bed with Axel again. We kissed in our underwear before he showed me the rest of the names. Frida, on the inside of his thigh. Alexis, on his hip. And Mateo on his butt.

"Mateo?" I laughed when I saw it.

"Yeah?" He said nonchalantly.

"...What are you bi?" I said a bit surprised. Axel turned around and pulled up his boxers.

"I don't know. We just met at a party and he wanted to have his name on my ass."

"Did you do anything with him?"

Axel shrugged his shoulders.

"I let him suck my cock a bit."

I smiled a little. Once again he surprised me.

"...So where will you put my name?"

He smiled and kissed me softly.

"On my dick."

"Show me," he laid down and pulled off his boxers. He was already half hard. He took my hand and laid it around his cock. "Right here."

"So you actually slept with him? Shit, he was so… much," said Celia when I told her about my night with Axel.

"He is a bit much. But he is really real. He doesn't try to be something he isn't. And he is weird and funny," I said and turned my eyes to the stage.

It was the last day of the festival and two days ago I slept with Axel. Maybe I was stupid for liking him but he was something extra. That sort of guy that always stood out. Hot, badass, real, cute, weird, funny and too much. That was Axel. It wasn't like I planned for him to become my boyfriend. Maybe we could just fuck again. Hang out a bit. I could piss off people with his help. It would probably never happen. We hadn't even exchanged phone numbers or social media and he lived here while I lived in another town.

Christopher gave me a confused look. He had heard what we were talking about.

"You know that he threatened to kill David right? Because he gave him a weird look." Christopher said while playing with his long hair.

I rolled my eyes. If that were true David probably did something more than just giving him a look, I knew him well.

"Speak of the devil…" said Christopher and nodded to my right. I looked and there he was. Axel. He walked by himself dressed in a black tank top and army green cargo shorts. He had a cigarette loosely in his mouth and one more behind his ear. With his height and inked skin he looked dangerous. And sexy as hell. I couldn't stop myself from walking to him even if he didn't seem to see me. His eyes were on the band on stage.

"Hey," I said a bit shyly. I was never shy so why was I now? I played with the hem of my short spaghetti strapped dress.

He smiled a bit and gave me a nod then he looked at the band again. I walked closer to him and laid a hand on his back with the hope that he would lay an arm around my shoulders.

"Misha, right?" He asked and looked down at me. I let him go and watched his face. Was he really unsure of my name?

"Yeah?"

He smiled a bit and took a step from me and started to unbutton his shorts.

"What are you doing?" I said, worried and took a hold of his shorts.

"Wait a bit." He smirked and pushed away my hand. He pulled down his shorts a bit and I couldn't stop looking and there it was. Just over the root of his cock.

"Misha"

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