"Roxas! Come on! Just a little kiss!" Axel yelled while he was chasing Roxas around the room in nothing but a teal thong.
"No! Axel I will not be your man-lover!" Roxas yelled, while he was trying to force Axel off of him, pushing away his pouting lips.
It was the annual Organization XIII Halloween party, and they were playing truth or dare, and somehow it had turned into spin the bottle. Xemnas was sitting on the loveseat, laughing at the sight of Roxas, pushing Axel away. On the other side of the room sat Demyx. He too was watching Axel and Roxas, but with a very different expression. His expression was a dreamy one. Like he wished to be inbetween the two. But inside his brain, a very insane fantasy scenerio was playing out. That involved some very wrong acts with Sea Salt ice cream and their bodies.
"Yo! Demyx! Why so spaced out?" Xigbar shouted from beside Demyx. "Huh? What...eerr...George Washington...I mean, sure!" Demyx was caught off guard, and had a weird feeling that other members could somehow see what he was just projecting into his mind...now he was acting suspicous. "Sure, dude, whatever you say. Just making sure you're still sane." Xigbar replied, clapping Demyx on the back reassuringly.
That night after the party, Demyx went up to bed, and he couldn't get the image of Axel trying to kiss Roxas out of his head. What were these strange feelings he was having. Why was he having them for Roxas and Axel. Could he possibly be in love with two people? Two members of his own team. Two males at that. What were these feelings, and should he act on them?
The next morning Demyx awoke feeling extremely groggy. He hadn't slept well the night before, because his dreams had been plagued with visions of Axel and Roxas chasing him in thongs asking for kisses. "Ugh. What the hell was up with those crazy ass dreams last night?" Demyx wondered to himself as he climbed out of bed. As it was the weekend, the Organization's plans were on hold, cause even an evil organization needs breaks, so they don't work on weekends. Demyx showered, dressed and headed downstairs into the kitchen, where he found Axel cooking breakfast, in surprise, nothing but his boxers. Axel turned his head slightly as he asked, in a rather seductive tone, "How do you like your eggs?"
With this, Demyx gave Axel a very scandalized look, and ran from the room faster than he could ever remember moving. Once he realized he was alone, Demyx leaned against a wall, his face buried in his hands, his breathing coming fast and hard. "Get a grip..Axel is not in love with you...get a grip.." He repeated to himself over and over. But soon, he realized he was not alone. He uncovered his face, and looked down, and there eye-level with him was Roxas, looking rather concerned.
"Hey Demy, what's wrong?" Roxas as, concerned. "Uh, nothing...just examining the floorboards." Demyx lied, quickly dropping his gaze to the floorboards, trying to shrug Roxas off. "Oh, just making sure you're okay. And if you were wondering, Axel does like you...and here's another hint..so do I." and with that, Roxas gave Demyx a wink, and walked away, making an enormous effot to shake his butt as he walked away from Demyx. At hearing this news, Demyx bit into his finger and gave a slight whine...What was he to do?
The next few weeks Demyx was in a great deal of confusion on what to do with his new found feelings for Roxas...and Axel's feelings for him. Oh, what was a bad guy to do? Over the weeks that followed, Axel tried harder and harder to obtain Demyx's affection, while Demyx secretly longed for Roxas. Who would he chose? Would he chose Roxas? Would he chose Axel? Would they all three end up together?