author's notes / Well. I kind of expected to drop off the face of the earth, but I didn't. I wrote this drabble, based on the word "Closet" and my friend PyroBaka06 said I should pimp it out because it was good. So, I owe this one to her.
disclaimer / As you know, Kingdom Hearts II and its characters do not, nor willthey ever belong to me. But I do claim this particular work as my own.
It's not one of those closet times. Axel knows this, even as Roxas tries to deny the truth and hide it in his desperate kisses. They are beyond the frantic kisses and the stumbled frenzies. They have no time left for those trysts.
Now Axel pulls his best friend away, and opens up a portal. Roxas can't quite see what is on the other side, but he knows that he needs Axel, and he knows that Axel needs him. This one time. This one last time.
But Roxas should have known that the one place Axel would bring them was Twilight Town. The sadistic bastard. To that room on the right, when you first got into the mansion. The only bedroom, intended for the original owner, who would never know that his room had been soiled for less than pure purposes.
Axel drew Roxas closer to the bed, stripped him of that despicable black ensemble for perhaps the last time, his hands gentle, like they seldom had been before, and for the first time Roxas realized just how devastated Axel was over this. "I have to do-" but Axel cut him short with a kiss. He wasn't trying to stop Roxas.
Just say goodbye.
They land on the bed - the first good bed they'd used in quite a while - and naturally hands roamed and kisses were shared, bodies explored and memorized, and when Roxas hesitantly bit behind Axel's ear, producing a gasp, and then he did it again, Axel moved his head and captured the younger one's lips in a hot kiss and murmured, "Got it memorized?"
Axel's black coat followed, as it naturally would, and the other garments beneath were removed from the equation, so it was just skin on skin. Their two hearts should have been beating as one, a staccato rhythm, a wild rhythm. If they had hearts. Which they, of course, didn't. They were just Nobodies. VII and XIII. Numbers to be gone in a second.
A heartbeat.
They moan, hands grip hips, eyes closed in ecstasy, whispered pleas and names and words that should be shouted to the heavens but are kept closely guarded for just two men to hear. Pushing forward, and arching back and if they had hearts one of them would have an attack and... and...
But it's the last time. They both know it.
Roxas knows that he won't really recognize Axel after tomorrow.
And Axel knows that he will be the only one in the world who knew about the would-be love, and who mourned it.
author's notes / Please review for me . I'd like to have feedback on this piece.