This is Love.
He held him securely between his legs, but the only thought in his mind was a plea, a silent begging not to pull the trigger of the gun that was pressed against his head. The red-head looked down at him solemnly, and then touched his lips to his. It was simple and chaste, but also a reminder to Marluxia; the contract had been forced upon him, not taken willingly. Axel still loved him, but that night, he would kill him, before the sun rose. Tears trickled down his cheeks, and Marluxia's breath became short and sharp as he began to sob.
"C'mon now, Marly," He whispered, lowering his lips and touching them to his again to try to silence the sobs, but now they only came louder and more hysterical. Marluxia finally realised the terror of those he had killed in the past, those who had got on the wrong side of the gang. Now he was on the receiving end and his heart was pounding. Axel restrained him, stopped him moving until the man beneath him fell silent, his lips slightly parted as he looked up at Axel.
"Please don't do this," He begged, and Axel just smiled and slipped his shirt off, exposing a tattoo Marluxia had gotten done in the second year of their relationship; a heart upon the spot where his true heart pounded, and with Axel's name tattooed across in black ink.
"Don't worry, Marly, you won't feel a thing," He said in a soothing voice that made Marluxia grip onto his arms the best he could, his nails digging in and drawing blood. The realisation came to him, the honest realisation that this was the end. The bullet was going to go into his heart, as Axel had now shifted the gun over the tattoo and was lovingly caressing his cheek. Marluxia was no longer struggling; if he did, he knew that Axel would shoot him dead. He was going to die. No more empty threats.
"Axel," He whispered in a broken voice. Axel wrapped his arms around him, and finally a whisper of emotion tinted his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Marly," He whispered, and rested his forehead on his, brushing a thumb over his damp cheek. Axel could feel Marluxia's hot breath against his skin.
"I love you Axel," Marluxia struggled out, his voice tight and high from trying not to cry anymore. Axel held his hand tighter. He took the safety off the gun and felt Marluxia start to shake. Then the begging began, and Axel shut himself off to it. It always happened, and Marluxia knew it did. He refused to speak throughout, and so Marluxia desisted quicker than most did.
The hotel door was closed and the bed was against the wall, underneath the window. Axel lifted himself slightly, and pulled the latches across before pushing the window open and letting the thin cream curtains flutter about above their heads as the air rushed into the room, relieving a little of the tension, as if it was escaping into the night. He laughed softly and Marluxia looked up at him tearfully through his hair, trying to enjoy his last few breaths.
"I'll always love you, forever and always, Marluxia," He promised, and then pulled him up against him, but now the words fell on deaf ears; Marluxia was disillusioned, his perfect image of Axel being his angel now shattered. You didn't kill the people you loved. Axel cradled him in his arms and whispered how much he loved him. Marluxia was limp. You didn't kill the people you loved. Axel put the gun back to his chest, said his final apology. You didn't fucking kill the people you loved.
Did he or didn't he?