Authors Note: I have no Idea WHY I'm writing this. Merry Christmas, maybe? Nahh. Whatever. Any wayy…
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A hand sliding across his face, and a cool smile make him want to close his eyes in fear, but they stay glued open. They happen to be locked to those marks…Then such brilliant green he wants to die. It's the most vivid man, his coloring is irresistible. They aren't human, he knows, but then why does this man look so much like one? He isn't ugly-His beauty is so encasing that the boy can hardly breathe.
And again, if he isn't human, then how, why does the petite blonde feel the breath the redhead is breathing on his neck? Why does he feel like one? Isn't he not aloud? shh. It can be our secret, right? Please don't tell.
A nock and the larger bulk is gone, answering the door. He says something and the boy nods, not hearing anything but the confusing questions ravaging his confused head. The redhead is out the door, and the blonde is alone. When he looks down, his face flushes.
He is waking up, bright green in his eyes, mouth on his suffocating. The mouth isn't foreign, and he isn't scared as his eyes close. There's a hand on his crotch, and he's responding in the most delightfully deceitful ways. If it were true that he was feeling pleasure, then it would be true that he is in fact, human. But, he is not. So sighing into false pleasure, he wraps his arms around the taller boy's neck as the redhead takes him.
After all of it, he looks back, wondering why he never realized.
He might not have been human then, but he was one once, and he was one now. Sitting in Axle's lap, Roxas grinned, leaning back.
"So it was justa lie?"
"Always."
Authors Note: dfghnag;lhns.
I duno. BLA BLA BLA.
You can beat me for the shitty crap now. =D