Title: Axel and Wheel
Disclaimer: Not mine blah blah…
(AN: Unlikely pairing that we really don't know much about. I'm winging it lol. Read and Review beautiful people…)
Prologue
Find the laughter untold…in this broken world we choose.
Someone's bed was creaking, and it wasn't hard to tell whose. Even from the highest battlement of the castle, voices drifted up clearly enunciating the silent loneliness that Axel basked in. Deep throated moans and desperate begging were the songs they sang to the erotic jealousy of the night. And by God they sang well.
The red head closed his eyes and rest his cheek on the smooth surface of the graying stone battlement. There was a void in his chest and a calm feeling of lost emptiness. It was as though he was numb to the whole thing. Too much to think on, he grimaced at the thought. But why though. Why was there so much to think about? And why the hell did it hurt so damn much? A small sigh escaped his dry lips. They were getting louder and Axel had to resist the urge to break something.
Ever since Roxas left, the world seemed more agonizing. Everyone seemed intent on showing him what he lost. A wry smile curled his lips upward. They really had no clue. The darkness brewing in Roxas left him confused and estranged from the rest of them. Distanced even from him. Oh yes it had hurt, the constant nights of betrayal, of awkward silences and testaments of hate. But at the end, he knew it was for the best. Roxas didn't need him anymore. And that was knowledge enough for them both. It was alright now, he realized after a few days without the blond haired kid around. Come to think of it, it was much better than before. Without the infatuating beauty around to dazzle his senses Axel found himself wondering what they had in common at all. It was during this brief period of distance that he became aware of how very attractive everyone around him was. And how very taken.
Demyx screamed in the throes of ecstasy, his beautiful voice floating up in the clear night. Axel's breath caught in his throat as he gasped suddenly. Seconds later Zexion's deep growl of appreciation followed. A hungry desire roared in his groin, as animal as was possible. Why do I sit here every fucking night? The redhead asked himself angrily. Why do I submit to this torture so willingly? He knew their extra noise was for his benefit. Why else would they broadcast their bonding for the world to hear? He was never aware of anyone being so loud before, but that was probably because he was always do busy himself.
Demyx and Zexion. The musician and the bitch. How proverbial, he sneered at the mocking silence that followed their concert. For a moment he considered the possibility that the men knew how he felt about them. Surely Zexion would never forgo a chance to make Axel's life harder than it already was. The manipulative bitch enjoyed the pain he inflicted on others. But the look of disdain he usually reserved for those he hurt had not yet been cast on the besotted redhead so for the moment, it would be safe to assume otherwise.
Demyx on the other hand was more of a mystery. He was no heartless, but somehow his most arbitrary of statements managed to inexplicably cause pain and anger in others. Even with that gorgeous face. Like a fallen and callous angel. Did he even think about anyone else the way he thought about his lover? Not probable. With a man like Zexion in your bed, not only would you be forbidden, but you wouldn't really want to.
Oh well, Axel smiled to himself, life isn't fair and with people like Roxas in this world, who would want it to be?
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