Demyx knew that if there is a god or something similar, that being must not liked him very much. Otherwise, he would not be landed in such a situation.
"Roxas! That spot... yeah... that's it..."
"Axel you're too tense. Relax a bit or it's going to hurt."
"Well... this is... ohh... my first time... afterall."
Demyx pressed himself flat against the corridor wall beside the slightly opened door, his face flushed from what he heard. He knew that Axel and Roxas had more than friendship between them, and he was proven right after Xaldin walked in on them in the kitchen and practically ran out. And Demyx was willing to bet on his sitar that whatever they were doing in the room only confirmed that fact.
"Ahh... harder... Roxas..."
"If I go any harder, you're going to be sore later."
"I don't care... it feels so... mm... good..."
The blond water-user cupped both his palms against his warm cheek, knowing that if his blush got any deeper, he was going to resemble a tomato. He could not imagine that the youngest of the Organization XIII topping another. Especially if the other person was Axel.
"Demyx! Oh, there you are."
With his hands still pasted to his face, Demyx turned towards the person who called him. "M-Marluxia?"
"Xemnas sent me to look for you because you were taking too long. Why, is anything wrong?" The scythe wielder raised an eyebrow elegantly. "Are Axel and Roxas in there?"
"Uh... They are-"
"Ah... Roxas! Don't stop..."
Marluxia blinked, his eyes tracking Demyx's as the blond's face turned even redder. Then he smiled, slyly. "Ohh... I think I understand now."
The water-user asked in a very small, embarressed voice. "Uh... I guess we shouldn't disturb them?"
"Hmm?" Only Marluxia could have made that deep sound of inquiry so incredibly sexy as he threaded his hand through his well maintained pink hair, and Demyx almost asked him if they should get their own room. "Why should we?"
"Huh?"
Before Demyx could react, Marluxia had already pushed the door opened, speaking as he did, "I didn't know that the two of you can be this... active during the day."
"Marly...? What are you talking about?"
Axel's voice held more surprise than shock or any of the emotions Demyx imagined that he would be feeling. Confused, he shuffled nearer to the door and peeked in.
Axel was sprawled on the bed, tummy downwards, with Roxas straddling him. Said blond's hands were resting on the redhead's half-naked and well-oiled back.
Giving him a massage.
Demyx's entire being paused for a very long moment, before he collapsed and had to be saved from hitting the floor by Marluxia.
"Demyx?" Roxas glanced at the elder blond with his signature cool look, except with a touch of concern. "What's wrong?"
Demyx mumbled as he hid his flaming face against Marluxia's chest, "N-Nothing..."
The redhead however, fixed his narrowed green eyes intently on the pair at the door. "Marly, I demand to know what you were talking about."
Marluxia's lips curved, his hand creeping to pat lightly at the back of Demyx's head, "The... noises you made were a little misleading. We thought that the two of you were doing the... horizontal tango."
"Ehh?"
Axel and Roxas blinked at them, then at each other, and taking some time to process what was said. Abruptly, both of them blushed furiously as Roxas pushed himself up hastily even as Axel sat up. "God! Marly, you pervert!"
Marluxia smirked, "Like I said, just a misunderstanding."
A pillow went flying his way. "Get out of the room!"
"I don't intend to stay, Axel. Demyx and I are supposed to fetch you and Roxas on Xemnas's orders."
"Get out!" The flying pillow smacked into the door that was closed just in time even as pink-haired Nobody's chuckles echoed in the room.
"Now," Marluxia lifted Demyx's chin and looked into the startled green eyes, "Shall we have our own massage, now that our task is done?"
