A/N

This is based on a 10 year old RP I did with my beloved Ramen. The RP was based on the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder.

Disclaimer

I do not own kingdom hearts nor the song Lips of an Angel, nor am I making a profit of this.

Chapter 1 – Honey, why are you calling me so late?

Demyx sat in the bedroom that he shared with Zexion, the latter was in the living room reading a book while Demyx was playing with his guitar, softly strumming different chords. The only light source in the room was a small lamp on the table beside the bed. The walls of the room were empty, cold and silent, a dark grey color. In the ceiling stars were glowing in the dark. Zexion hated them, but they made Demyx happy, so he had agreed to put them up. But that was back in the days; the days when they were still happy.

Silently he cleared his throat and looked up at the stars in the ceiling. He and Zexion had just been in a fight, and he hated it. It always ended in cold silence. A memory flashed through his mind, a memory of him and Axel. It was over a year since they broke up, but they had always fought in a different way. It never ended like this. For some reason he started to miss the redheaded whirlwind. It was a weird feeling that took him by surprise.

As he played a few notes on the guitar he briefly wondered where his phone was. Wondering if he still had Axel's number. He tried to shrug off the feeling, but it didn't want to leave. Silently he glanced at the door when he remembered that he had forgotten his phone in the pocket of his jacket. Would Zexion wonder what he was doing if he went out there to retrieve it? Probably not.

As he took a deep breath he rose, placing the guitar on the bed. Slowly he moved to the closed bedroom door, standing in front of it a few seconds before carefully opening it. Through the crack in the door he saw Zexion sitting on the couch, nose buried in a book. Silently he made his way to the hallway to get his phone, the slate haired man didn't even look up when the blond passed him, didn't acknowledge the presence of the man walking past him.

Quickly Demyx shuffled back to the bedroom, closing the door quietly. Once he was back in the safety of the bedroom he sat down on the bed, flipping through his phonebook and froze for a second when he saw the name "Axel" on the screen; giving him the option to either call or send a text message. As he realized what he was doing he panicked and threw the phone on the bed and picked up the guitar again, playing a few notes and hummed along to a song he had heard on the radio earlier that day. He couldn't focus though, his eyes constantly moving towards the cellphone that was laying screen down on the bed beside him.

Once again, he picked it up and opened the phonebook, staring at the name and biting his lip. His hand shook as he pressed the call button.

xXxXxXx

Axel looked up from the tv when Roxas crossed the room, heading for the kitchen. Because of their different work schedules, they tended to eat meals separately. When he thought about it, he came to the realization that they hadn't done anything together in almost two months. Their relationship resembled more that of roommates than a couple.

A loud crash came from the kitchen, snapping him from his thoughts, and he heard Roxas starting to cuss up a storm. A faint smile played of the redhead's face. For some odd reason he was reminded of Demyx and how much of a klutz he always had been. Though, come to think of it, he never got mad about it like Roxas. He'd apologize instead. Axel couldn't remember how many times he had heard crashes and rushed into the kitchen to find the tall blond picking up porcelain shards from the floor. A broken cup, a glass, a plate.

He was torn from his thoughts yet again by the blond man he lived with yelling from the kitchen.

"Where the fuck did you put the rice!?" Axel just leaned back into the couch, changing the channel on the tv. He would find it in about three… two…

"Never mind" came a mutter from the kitchen and Axel grinned to himself.

Demyx had never yelled at him that way, unless Axel had been really annoying. That blond had the patience of a saint though, even if he had his limits. When those limits were reached the blond was scary, a storm to be reckoned with.

Suddenly Axel jerked back to the present. Where was all this 'Demyx' thinking coming from? He hadn't heard anything from the blond since they broke up.

"Weird" he mumbled, and a new crash came from the kitchen. That served as a wakeup call and he shook off the strange thoughts, focusing his attention on the tv once more. After a while Roxas eventually made his way into the room, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

"What are you watching?" The question that came from the blond, no real interest behind the question.

"Nothing." Became the short reply from the redheaded man and then silence took over the room.

Half an hour later the redhead sighed as he closed the door to the bathroom, rubbing the reddening spot on his cheek.

"All he had to do was say no, he didn't have to get physical." He muttered to himself. Though, to be fair, Roxas had never been a fan of his spontaneous decisions to get frisky. As he got undressed and climbed into the shower, he realized he would probably find a pillow and a blanket laid out for him on the couch, but it was just as well.

As the warm water rinsed over him, another blond man came to mind again. Shaking his head, he turned off the water before drying himself with the towel that hung on a hook on the door. When he was dry and wrapped the towel around his waist he walked out of the bathroom, only to find a pair of sweats folded neatly outside the door,

"Oh really…?" he mumbled but put them on none the less, hanging the towel back on its hook to try.

When he came back into the living room, he saw that his assumptions had been right, in the form of his pillow thrown haphazardly on the couch along with a blanket that was hanging on the edge of the cushions, touching the floor. He loved Roxas, he really did. They were just in a slump. Or that's what he told himself at least.

After moving the pillow and laying down under the blanket he started to drift off into sleep. Something tugged him back into reality, a buzzing sound that he couldn't quite place. Quickly he realized that it was his phone. Who the hell called him this late? He reached over to grab his phone, but when he saw the name on the display he was taken aback

.

"What in the…" Should he even answer? Why would Demyx be calling him so late? Calling him at all? And why the hell did he still have his numbed saved?

When it just kept ringing, he finally answered.

"Hello?"

Demyx jerked when he heard the other man's voice, swallowing hard, a flashback of all the different tones of voice the redhead had used against him.

"Hey… It's… It's me… It's Demyx…"

"Oh…" That was all the redhead could bring himself to say. It hadn't been a crank call or something. He hadn't heard the blond's voice in so long, he almost didn't recognize it at first.

"I… I think this was a bad idea, I… I just thought I'd call and say hi" Demyx stuttered, biting his lip, regretting he pressed that infernal call button.

"Oh…" Axel dropped his face into his hand. Say something with more than on syllable! He thought to himself.

"I mean… yeah… hi…" He felt like slamming his head into the wall.

"Hi… so… uh… how are you nowadays?" Demyx asked, hoping his voice was steady.

Axel quickly grabbed the remote and turned the tv down, even though the volume already was low.

"Okay I guess… Living. How about you?" Wow, this was awkward. He scratched his neck. It felt good to hear Demyx's voice again though.

"Pretty much the same… I guess…" Demyx looked down and drew his fingers over the strings of the guitar to occupy himself. This was way more awkward than he thought it would be.

"… Well, that must suck… Last time I checked." Which WAS a year ago, "you weren't doing so great."

"Yeah well… I meant the same as you…" came the mumbled reply from the blond.

"That's not much better." Axel looked towards the closed bedroom door since he had said that pretty loudly, before lowering his voice.

"But surviving is better than nothing I suppose"

"Yeah…" He pulled another chord when he heard steps and the bedroom door opened.

"Hang on" he mumbled quickly as Zexion entered the bedroom, blue eyes cold.

"Who are you talking to?" the slate haired man asked, voice as cold as his eyes, his gaze piercing the blond, making him wince.

"Oh, no one… I just called a friend… Never mind." Demyx forced a smile towards his boyfriend who only raised an eyebrow.

The muffled voices on the other side of the line made him wonder if he should say anything, just to be an ass. Axel couldn't help himself, he just had to. With a loud voice he called into the cellphone.

"Before we get started, honey, I think you should know that I charge 11.50 a minute"

Demyx panicked and almost dropped the phone, cheeks flushing red.

"Shut up!" he hissed into the device, gaze moving towards the man in the doorway who just stared at him.

"Zexy… Please, it's not like that… He's messing with me. I'll just finish this up and then we can sleep, okay?" He hid a wince from the shorter man's cool, calculating gaze who then shook his head.

"Never mind… I think I'll take the couch."

Axel covered his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing but tensed up when he heard movement behind him. When he turned around, he saw Roxas standing in the doorway, glaring at him through half open eyes.

"Keep it down, you pervert" he snarled.

"Yes dear." The blond flipped him off before disappearing down the hall again, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

As Zexion left the bedroom Demyx sighed and picked up the phone again.

"Sorry about that…" he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"About what? The fact that you had to lie to whoever you're living with right now, or that you told me to shut up?" Axel wondered. 'I'm not his friend… Not anymore, really.' He thought to himself.

"Both…" came the blond's silent reply. The redhead grinned to himself and sat back into the couch again.

"You always apologized for everything… Nice to see that hasn't changed." His voice was soft, the smile on his face heard through the tone of his voice.

"I guess." Demyx smiled to himself, pulling a hand through his hair. It was longer now, that characteristic mohawk gone with the wind.

"Okay, now I have to ask. Honestly, why did you call? I didn't even think you had my number anymore?" The tone of his voice was curious, not sarcastic like most of the time. One could hear that he was genuinely interested.

"Neither did I actually. But to be completely honest, I don't even know. I just… I just started to think about you and realized we hadn't talked in a while… Thought I'd say hi…" The redhead sat in silence for a while, gaze falling on the clock, showing the time being 1.34 AM, thinking over the reply from the blond on the line. Finally, he cleared his throat.

"Oh.. Well… That's kinda weird, but at least it's made my day interesting. Or well, my night."

"Sorry…" the blond mumbled, looking to the side, almost as if tried to avoid the redhead's gaze, even though he wasn't even there. Axel just laughed.

"Don't apologize damn it. God, you always do that. I wasn't saying it was a bad thing. What, are you apologizing for making my day better than dull?" The blond hitched a breath and blushed at the sound of his laughter. God, he had missed that laughter.

"I'm sorry for sounding weird…" Demyx shifted a bit, pulling his legs in under himself and leaned forward.

"Pfft, it's fine, okay? I'm just glad I have someone to talk to. A certain someone else is pmsing at the moment." Axel grinned.

"Oh…" Demyx looked down and poked the strings of his guitar, shoulders falling down.

"What's… what's her name?" He did his best to sound cheery. Why the fuck was he jealous about that? He had a new partner as well. Maybe it hurt that Axel had a girlfriend now.

Axel nearly fell off the couch, laughing so much tears were brought to his eye and he wiped a finger under one of his eyes.

"Not her… HIM. But I'll be more than happy to tell Roxas you called him a girl." Demyx couldn't help but to laugh as well, a bubbling sound, like a river. Axel's laugh had always had that effect on him.

"Sorry." He grinned.

"Gah! Again with the apologies!" He tried to keep a bit quieter, rising from the couch and grabbed a sweatshirt so he could step outside before Roxas went mental on him.

"So, what about you? Any new endeavors, or did I leave you lost and lonely and pining for more?" It was meant as a joke, but Axel still stopped for a second and wondered if it was true. It had taken him a while to get over the blond and find someone else.

"No, I have Zexion…" Demyx mumbled, playing with the strings on the guitar, biting his lip.

"Oh? Was he the one you were talking to?" Axel asked quietly, leaning against the balcony door.

"Yeah…" Demyx cleared his throat, glancing towards the bedroom door, once again his fingers played over the strings.

"I'm guessing this Roxas is your new one…?"

"Yeah… It was great at first. It always is, you know? Like when we first got together?" 'Shit' Axel thought to himself, he had told himself not to bring that up. Re-establishing an old friendship was one thing. No need to dig up the past. The silence on the line made him a bit stressed and he was just about to try and smooth over his previous words when the blond finally spoke again.

"Yeah… Same here… But something's… I don't know. Missing." Came his reply, so silent that Axel really had to focus to hear what he had said.

"It's the excitement on my end. We've gotten into a routine." Axel mused, looking up at the night sky.

"Yeah. It just isn't the same…" When the blond realized what he just said he gasped and slapped a hand over his mouth. 'Fuck' he cursed inwardly.

"Huh?" Axel looked surprised. What the hell did Demyx mean by that?

"Never mind!" Demyx replied quickly. Almost too quickly.

"Uh… huh… Sure"

"Yeah…" Demyx mumbled, a hand over his eyes as he leaned his head down.

"Well… This conversation died fast." Axel blurted out and Demyx looked up towards the sky in the ceiling.

"Yeah…" He said once again. "Look, I think I need to go… You have a nice one… It was fun to talk to you again."

"yeah… Don't wait another year before you call again, okay? It was nice to catch up." Axel caught himself before he told Demyx how much he missed him, though he couldn't help that his voice grew soft. Demyx smiled softly.

"If you feel like it, you can call me some day. It was… It was nice to hear your voice again." Axel smiled faintly as he walked back inside.

"It was nice hearing yours too… And I might just give you a call."

"Alright. Talk to you later then."

"Yeah, later." Axel pulled the phone from his ear, but didn't hang up immediately, just stared at the lit-up screen before finally hitting the "end call" button with a heavy sigh.

Demyx looked down on his phone with a small smile before he placed it on the bedside table, leaned back on the bed, and strummed a few chords on his beloved guitar.