Demyx was infatuated with Axel from the moment he laid eyes on him. He was drawn to his hair, his eyes, his markings, like a moth to a flame, content just to watch him. He had come into the Organization directly after the older Nobody, causing him to look up to Axel as a mentor, hoping that the other would take to him as an accomplice, or a friend, or a brother. Perhaps, Demyx used to think, maybe one day they could become even more than that.
Unfortunately for Demyx, Axel had no intention of even speaking to the younger Nobody, let alone becoming his friend, seeing him as clueless, and weak, and a waste of the Organization's time. As far as he was concerned, Demyx was a burden on them; necessary for the completion of their goal but dead weight until then. So when Demyx tried to get close to him, Axel would rebuke him. When Demyx tried to be near him, Axel would push him away. Demyx wasn't stupid; he could take a hint, and he eventually left the older Nobody alone.
But Demyx still watched him; watched as he pledged his loyalty over and over to those he felt nothing for; watched his reactions as more Nobodies joined the Organization; watched his interest spark when they found their thirteenth member; watched his eyes light up when number XIII was around; watched him gain and lose everything in Castle Oblivion; watched his protectiveness shift from his fellows to one boy; watched him fall apart the night his only friend left.
When Axel fell apart, Demyx was there to pick up the pieces, offering a friendly ear that came with friendly hugs that turned to friendly kisses that turned to friendly fucking. And Demyx was okay with that. Because that was what he wanted. That was what they both wanted, so Axel pretended that Demyx was someone else and Demyx pretended that Axel didn't say another name when he shouldn't have.
Really, all Demyx ever wanted was to be close to Axel, and if this was the only way, well, he could live with it. Because Demyx was tired of just watching.
I don't know how much I like this one. They wouldn't agree with me. D: Oh well. I just like the penultimate paragraph, really. Review?