Notes: It's been a while... this is me trying to get back in the swing of writing KH fic. :D
Warnings: Slash. Nothing explicit.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Kingdom Hearts, but honestly? None of it is mine.
One More Time With Feeling
It's late.
Axel is sitting in bed, idly spinning an unlit cigarette in long, nimble fingers and watching the sleeping form next to him, blank and expressionless.
This is the best part.
This is the part before Roxas betrays him and everything they've believed in, before Sora steps in and ruins everything. This is the part before Namine appears with her swaying hips and slinky white dress and long blonde hair. This is the part when Roxas loves him back.
Sometimes, he wonders why they play this game. They both know how it's going to end. Roxas will leave, and Axel will be broken; he'll halfheartedly follow, but Roxas will be as much of a stubborn ass as ever. It never changes.
Axel is never enough.
He snaps his fingers, sparks the end of the cigarette into flame. Silently he takes a drag, his gaze moving from Roxas to stare out the window in front of him. The places change, but the story stays the same.
Roxas murmurs, rolls over in his sleep and throws an arm across Axel's waist. He looks down, his gaze becoming almost unbearably tender. He remembers. This is why he fights.
He is in love with the young man next to him, and he'll take as many lifetimes of this broken, half-empty relationship as he can get.
Quietly, he flips his cigarette out the window and settles back down into the bed, wrapping his arms around Roxas and praying that this time will be different.