AN: I know, two in one day. They're only short, though. As ever, not my characters. Prompt 45 - illusion.
Blue eyes met green, briefly. The passion, the longing, was plain to see.
"Kiss me." Not quite an order, but more than a request. Neither of them had the will to refuse, not when they both wanted it so much. Their lips met, soft but insistent. It wasn't enough, nothing would be, not for these two. Hands tangled in unruly hair, pulling each other closer. The kiss deepened, tongues touching, battling for dominance. It wasn't until both were short of breath that they parted. Even then, hands pulled impatiently at clothes, dropping the discarded items to the floor.
The blond leaned against the wall, eyes closed. "Want you."
"You're going to have to tell me what you want." In the quiet room, even softly spoken words sounded loud.
"Want you, need you. Please."
The redhead trailed long, elegant fingers over the blond's skin. The room was warm, but their bodies were even hotter. Lips pressed against skin, followed the path that fingers had taken only moments before. "Want me to... what?"
"Touch me." The whisper was so quiet it could barely be heard.
"I am touching you, Roxas."
"You know what I mean."
"Want you to tell me."
"I can't." The blond's skin, Roxas's skin, was becoming flushed - he was getting embarrassed. He'd been pushed enough for one night, and Axel knew it. Still, it was always fun to try.
Another searing kiss had Roxas clinging to Axel for support, especially when the redhead's hand snaked down between their bodies and started stroking him. Roxas couldn't suppress the moans, and didn't even try, any longer. Not since Axel had told him the sounds were sexy.
"Please... Axel."
Smirking, Axel knelt in front of the blond, emerald eyes glittering.
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In Castle Oblivion, it was difficult to find time to be together, and nearly impossible to find places where they wouldn't be disturbed. Their bedrooms, naturally, were out of the question, as was any place in the dungeons. This time, they'd settled on a room at the very top of one of the towers. They'd walked up there, separately, to avoid suspicion, and also because portals opening and closing could be sensed. Next time, they'd choose somewhere different. It wasn't a good idea to use the same room too many times. Everybody in the castle was suspicious, all the time. They wouldn't put it past Larxene, for example, to be watching their every move.
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Afterwards, they helped each other back into their clothes. Hands that had been gripping and clutching fiercely, only moments ago, became tender, unexpectedly gentle. It stirred vague, long forgotten memories, of what it was like being human, thoughts of a possible future, what it might be like if they didn't have to hide. They wanted more than these brief moments in time, that weren't, and never would be, enough. They wanted love, but this illusion of it was likely to be the closest they'd get. It had to be enough, for now at least.
AN: I have no idea which dirty little corner of my brain produced this.
