A/N: Hello! I'm back again and ready to go! I'm starting this chapter in my school, yet again. We're in the auditorium for some reason. My bestie's doing her homework next to me. Silly little poo didn't do her math homework. Then again, if I had had any last night, I wouldn't have, either. I always do mine during lunch, anyway.
Woohoo! On with the show~!
[I finished this chapter at 11:33 on the day after Christmas. When, I started, it was in late November… Updates won't take as long, now. I promise.]
Story Title:
Set in Stone
Chapter:
Madness
Words:
2178
(Chapter) Pairings:
AkuRoku, Zemyx
Warnings:
BoyxBoy, Angst, VERY VERY mild lime-ish sort of part, AkuRoku-centric
Disclaimer:
Do not own.
Song(s) to Listen to:
Madness – The Rasmus
Chapter 1: Madness
"That corner's too high," a voice offhandedly comments, a hand landing on the other's arm. The taller of the two guides the poster down the wall a few millimeters before sliding up the rest of the shorter one's arm and sticking the tape to the wall. The hand retreats and two arms wrap around the shorter male's waist.
"Thanks, Dem," the short one replies, leaning back into his boyfriend's grip. A grin crosses the taller one's face as the slate-haired boy turns in his arms to face his boyfriend. Cerulean eyes lock onto light gray.
"Not a problem, Mr. OCD," the blonde replies, twirling the hem of the slate haired boy's shirt.
"I'm over that problem," the smaller one retorts, a contradictory soft smile on his pale face.
"Mhmm, sure, Zex," the blonde counters, planting a small kiss his on his lover's forehead. A blush crosses Zexion's face and he buries his head into Demyx's chest. He mumbles something inaudible into the other's sweatshirt. "What was that? I couldn't hear you," the blonde teases. His hand trails up the shorter man's spine, sending a shiver through the latter. The younger one raises his head from his boyfriend's chest, a pink tint on his cheeks and a half-hearted glare in his eyes.
"I said 'shut up, you poo face.'" Zexion replies, indignantly. Demyx sticks his tongue between his teeth in a grin. He lets out a small gasp as a pair of lips suddenly cover his own, a foreign muscle pushing his own tongue back into his mouth. Demyx's face grows hot and he can feel the shorter one grin. Arms slide up his chest and wrap securely around his neck. Small hands tangle in his hair, forcing his face closer, if at all possible. Demyx's eyes slip closed and he tightens his grip on the other. A contented sigh escapes Zexion's lips. They breathe into the kiss, unwilling to separate for air.
"Hey, Zex, where – WHOA! Okay, okay, could you two stop sucking face for two seconds?" A voice exclaims from the doorway of Demyx and Zexion's bedroom. (The four of them – Demyx, Zexion, Axel, and Roxas – have decided to split the rent of a two-bedroom apartment in downtown Hollow Bastian. They're finishing moving in today. All four of them are going to Hollow Bastian University and decided that an apartment would be cheaper than the college's room and board.)
The short slate-haired man rolls his eyes, huffs rather loudly, and glares at the intruder, leaving Demyx wide eyed and dazed.
"What do you want, Roxas?" Zexion growls, his only visible eye twitching.
"Sorry, sorry, sheesh, where's that box of DVDs you brought?" He asks quickly, running a hand through his explosion of blonde hair.
"In the living room, under the TV cabinet," Zexion replies hastily. "Now, leave, and close the door behind you," he finishes, sending Roxas another glare. The door clicks shut and Zexion turns back to Demyx, his eyes glowing with an unnamed emotion. Suddenly, Demyx can't take it anymore. He picks Zexion up and tosses him on their bed. The shorter one pulls the other's shirt collar and yanks him on to the bed, also. Zexion straddles Demyx's hips and grins.
"Don't wanna wait 'til tonight to break in this bed, do we?" Demyx grins, his voice throaty and thick with lust.
"You mean until we break this bed," Zexion amends, an impish grin growing on his face as he raises his eyebrows suggestively. He gives his boyfriend no time to reply before he leans forward and captures the blonde's lips with his own in a heated kiss.
•°‡°•
No sooner has Roxas retrieved the aforementioned cardboard box than he hears a soft scream echo through the otherwise silent apartment. He sighs and shakes his head. The blonde tries to block the sound from his ears as he passes their room on the way to his and Axel's. He fails. Quite terribly.
"Ngh… Ze – Oh!" A loud thump and even louder moans fill the hallway. Roxas resists the urge to knock on the door and tell the two of them to keep it down. Instead, he presses onward and slips into his own dark room, shutting the door behind him.
A fiery haired nineteen-year-old looks up from his handheld game, his stunning green eyes smoldering through the dim light. A grin flashes across his pale face as he closes the silver Gameboy and sets it on the table beside the bed.
"I got some movies, did you set up the TV?" Roxas asks, a small smile gracing his features as he plops the box on the foot of their bed.
"Of course," he replies, standing and moving next to his boyfriend of nearly three years. An arm snakes around Roxas's thin waist as they both look through the box of movies. The blonde unconsciously leans into the other's side, his head falling to Axel's shoulder. Their hands brush occasionally, but neither cares to let it affect them.
"Ax…" Roxas starts, drawing back his hand and folding it into his other one.
"What's up, Rox?" Axel asks, offhandedly. A huffed sigh escapes Roxas's lips and he closes his eyes.
"You… Do you love me?" Roxas asks after a delayed beginning. He often wondered if the red head really did love him. If he did, he had never said so. Sure, they had their share of kissing and screwing, but Axel had never told him 'I Love You.' Axel tenses beside the short blonde.
"I… Rox, what brought that on?" He counters, dampening Roxas's hopes. The blonde feels his chest constrict, and he opens his eyes.
"I just… You never… You've never told me… That you… Ah, well… You've never said…" Roxas can't seem to form a sentence that doesn't make him sound like an insensitive asshole.
"You doubt me?" He asks, sounding hurt.
"No, Axel! I just want to know if you love me!" Roxas exclaims, suddenly annoyed with Axel and himself.
"Roxas, I love you, I promise I do," the red head replies. Roxas turns to him and looks at him with wide, bright blue eyes.
"You mean it, right? You're not just saying that to make me happy?" The blonde states, more than asks. There's no way Axel can lie to a face like that, so Roxas decides that he accepts the redhead's words when he replies:
"I mean it from the bottom of my heart." Roxas frowns comically.
"Cheese-head," he mutters, as Axel wraps his long arms around him. But Roxas is glad, he's happy. If not for the faint moans from the room over, the moment would've been perfect. With that, Axel pushes the box of movies off of their bed and tosses Roxas onto it. The redhead grabs the remote from the top of the TV, then dives onto the bed next to Roxas. The two snuggle together and Axel flicks on the TV.
"What'd you put in?" Roxas inquires, throwing an arm across Axel's chest and entwining his legs with the redhead's.
"You'll see," Axel replies with a catty grin, throwing his arm behind Roxas's head and threading his fingers with the hand haphazardly splayed across Axel's chest. The two watch the TV as the previews start up and Axel skips through them. Roxas internally groans as the opening for The Rocky Horror Picture comes on.
"Ax, seriously?" He huffs, looking up at his boyfriend in disbelief.
"You know you like this movie, Roxy," Axel merely states, leaning down to peck Roxas's lips.
Begrudgingly, Roxas admits, "Okay, I guess I do…"
A smug smirk on Axel's face, he reaches down and pulls the bedspread over them before sinking down into the bed and curling himself around Roxas. Somewhere between Eddie's Teddy and Rose Tint My World, they both fall asleep, practically breathing in time with each other.
•°‡°•
When Demyx wakes up, he notices three things: 1) His ass is sore, 2) Zexion's not in bed with him, and, 3) He smells pancakes. Groaning, he picks himself up and stumbles around until he finds a clean pair of boxers. As he pulls on the plaid short, Demyx looks up to see that he's landed himself in front of a mirror. He frowns at his messed up hair and untidy appearance. Regardless, he yawns and pulls on his sweatshirt before leaving his and Zexion's room in search of the pancakes.
He is greeted with a pleasant surprise when he shuffles into the kitchen. Demyx walks over to where Zexion is standing over a hot griddle and, sure enough, flipping pancakes like a pro. The blonde wraps his arms around Zexion's waist from behind and rests his chin on his boyfriend's head.
"How are you feeling?" Zexion muses.
"Ha. Ha." Demyx deadpans. Zexion lets out a small chuckle. "Are these sympathy pancakes?"
"Possibly… " Zexion trails off, grinning, as he transfers three pancakes to a plate ad pours more batter.
"Eh, whatev'. I ain't complainin'," The blonde shrugs, nuzzling his cheek into Zexion's hair. "Are Axel and Roxas up, yet?"
"Nope. I went to wake them up, but they're just too damn cute. Especially Roxas."
"Don't let Axel catch you saying that; he'll bite your head off."
"Who's head am I biting off and why?" A voice interjects. Demyx laughs and turns his head as Zexion starts humming.
"When'd you get there?" The blonde asks at the sudden appearance of his best friend.
"Just now," he replies, plopping down at their four-chair table, yawning widely.
"Where's Roxas?" Demyx continues to prod.
Another yawn. "Asleep, still; he was way too cute for me to wake him up."
"Told you, Dem," Zexion hums, repeating the transferring process of pancake to plate and batter to griddle.
"Told who what?" Axel sighs.
"Nothing," Demyx and Zexion reply, in unison. Axel drops his head to the table, defeated.
"Oooo! Epic headdesk!" Demyx announces, throwing a hand up in the air. It returns to Zexion's waist in a split second.
"That's a table, Dem, not a desk," Zexion corrects, turning slightly and blotting a dot of batter on Demyx's nose with his pointer finger. The blonde goes crossed eyed and blinks. Zexion grins, uncharacteristically, and lets out a small giggle.
"Okay, somebody got laid," Axel mumbles, his voice muffled by the wooden table. Demyx blushes five thousand shades of red and buries his face into Zexion's neck. Axel and Zexion laugh, but are almost immediately interrupted with a scream of 'AXEL!' from the general direction of the bedrooms. Like a lightening bolt, Axel is out of his chair and down the hall before anybody can even move.
Just as the redhead reaches his and Roxas's bedroom door, it slams open and an extremely disheveled and terrorized blonde stumbles out and into Axel's arms. He clings to Axel's shirt and cries into his chest as the redhead drops to his knees, following the sobbing blonde to the floor.
"Rox, Rox, what's wrong?" Axel asks, rushed and worried. Roxas merely shakes his head and clings tighter to the redhead. "Roxas!"
"…No… Sh-…De-ad…Not…No-…Ah-xel…" The distraught blonde hiccups out, pulling away from his boyfriend and doubling over, clutching his arms around his stomach.
"What, Roxas? Who's what?" Axel pleads, desperately, lifting the blonde by his shoulders to face the redhead. Roxas continues to shake his head wildly, sobbing and dry heaving, but no tears and no anything come out as a result.
"Nami… She… Axel!" Roxas can't bring himself to say it.
"Rox… What's wrong?" Axel prods, his voice full of concern and worry.
"Axel… Na-mi… 's… de-ead…"
"Whoa, whoa, wait. Roxas, slow down. Naminé's not dead. How did you 'find this out'?" Axel rattles off, wrapping his arms tightly around his shaking boyfriend.
"I-hi saw i-hit," the blonde hiccups back, clutching the fabric of Axel's shirt.
"Roxas, Roxas… It was a nightmare; Nami's not dead," the redhead soothes, running a pale hand through Roxas's hair.
"B-hut… I-hi s-saw i-hit," Roxas continues, on the verge of hyperventilating. Axel presses him closer to his chest, pressing kisses to the top of his head and rubbing his back.
"It's okay, Rox," he mumbles, standing and lifting the petite blonde into his long arms. Axel carries him back into their room and lays him back down on the bed. The redhead sits on the edge of the bed, next to Roxas and kisses him on the forehead. "Get some sleep." As Axel turns to leave, Roxas grabs his wrist and pleads for him to make sure that Naminé really is still alive.
One reassuring phone call later, Axel takes his cell phone from the now-calm Roxas and shoves it unceremoniously into his pocket. Just as he turns to leave, once again, a thin hand grabs his wrist.
"Don't leave…" Roxas mumbles, tugging lightly at Axel's hand. The redhead nods and slides into the bed with Roxas. The blonde snuggles up to him and Axel wraps his arms around the blonde's small frame.
"Hey, Roxy…" Axel begins, threading his fingers into Roxas's hair.
"Hm?" The blonde returns.
"I love you."
"I know. I love you… too…"
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