Demyx, once again, had managed to con his way out of another day's mission. Who was the gullible victim this time? Luxord. Demyx had stolen the poor Nobody's precious deck of cards and promised him he'd get them back if Luxord completed his mission. The blonde had no choice but to comply. Chuckling to himself, Demyx left to relax with his sitar.
Meanwhile, reclined on the icy-white sofa, Axel had witnessed this event pan out in its entirety. When Demyx waltzed back into the room with his instrument, everyone had transported to their given world for their missions, leaving Axel and himself alone. Demyx sat on the opposite end of the couch and began strumming and humming quietly.
"Why'd you go and pull a stunt like that?" Axel questioned.
Demyx didn't look up from the strings but stopped humming. "I have no idea what you're blabbering about."
Axel smirked. "Oh, really?" Axel snapped his gloved fingers calling tiny flames to dance about the sitar.
Demyx shrieked and leaped from his seat while brushing his arm wildly over the flames. The blaze disappeared in an instant, without a scorching trace.
"Don't do that!" Demyx hugged the instrument protectively.
Axel laughed then disappeared in a cloud of blue and charcoal smoke, only to reappear behind Demyx and simultaneously snatch his sitar away. Demyx shoved his companion to the couch.
"Give it back!" Demyx demanded.
Axel fell into the couch with a thud, but squeezed the sitar in his hand high in the air before Demyx could reach it. It disappeared with a puff of black smoke before his friend's flustered face.
"Whahh?" Demyx stared at the space the sitar once occupied.
"Don't sweat it, Dem. It's safe and sound." Axel smiled slyly. "You'll get it back…soon." Axel's voice had dropped dangerously low. Demyx noticed this and started backward toward the door, feeling intimidated. Demyx's universal rule of thumb: If it's fight or flight, choose flight every time.
Fatefully, a hard grip and twist on Demyx's sleeved arm pulled him onto Axel's lap, making him straddle the taller Nobody. Demyx looked at Axel, wide-eyed in confusion, making Axel grin wider.
Roughly, Axel pulled Demyx's head close to his own with one hand and pushed his lips firmly against the musician's. Demyx fell into the kiss, allowing Axel the driver's seat in the make out session.
When they finally pulled apart, both panting, Axel put his hand in the air with his fingers splayed. The sitar appeared in his grasp and he lowered it to Demyx.
Hurriedly shaking his head, Demyx pushed his weapon away. "I trust you with it."
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