Alphabet Drabblez

Ohai. Mintwafflez takes the stage now. I ended up with B, and then a whole string of consecutive letters. When G comes around, the updating will be slow- I'm a writer with low muse to type.

Pairings: AkuDemy

Warnings: If the thought of Axel at some point having possession of bra scares you, look away, or avoid the last line... Ha Ha.

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Letter B:

Box

"Damn, didn't know this place was still down here." Axel's commentary came into play as he ignited a chakram, lighting the dark corners of the room, setting a new air of life to the ashy room. Somehow, maybe because of lack of experience, half the room had been spared, including a chair placed randomly in the middle. Butt shaped scorch marks adored the seat, and Axel peered over his shoulder to double check his ass seriously wasn't that big. Holding the weapon high above his head to avoid the sculpted spikes, he managed to tug on just the right cord, flicking two of the light bulbs implanted in the ceiling to life. It didn't do much to light the charred side, but it'd do.

"I nearly drowned Zexy, but it looks like you almost took the castle down with you."

"Work of a master Dems," he snickered in response, watching the fire burn out before he dismissed his circular projectile. "Natural born pyro out of the gate."

Demyx ran his hand across the burnt wall, feeling slight sympathy for the former interrogation room.

"Vexen's hair would have been several inches longer if he wasn't a creepy bastard."

"That's why he hates you?" The dirty blonde chuckled, grouping through the ash to reach the partly saved desk. "Hey – a box."

Axel lifted his head, forming a quizzical look as the nocturne pulled the dust-spewing box out from under the furniture. He reached in a pulled out a tangled clump of fine string, shooting the higher up a 'what the hell' look. The Fury though took a different view at the sight.

"Hey… you don't let fishnet clump, got it memorized?" his slender fingers only took moments to untangle it from Demyx's, stretching it to its intended shape. "…This is my old shit! Vexen – that bastard – must have just left it! This stuff used to in some way belong to me…!"

Axel's rant went through one ear and out the other, catching only a few select words 'somebody', 'skinny', 'expensive' and 'skimpy'. That caught his attention. "Somebody defects?" Demyx barley got the words out of his mouth before a picture of a person remotely similar to Axel traipsed into his mind, wearing said fishnet. It took a few seconds for happy thoughts to kick in.

He was well aware though when the red head pressed against him, trying to reach past to dig deep enough into the box for anymore of his former belongings. A length of material followed out, another string of fishnet hooked to his fingers.

"Exchange," he flicked the net apparel at the musician, motioning to his arms. Said musician caught it at a lurch, stumbling as he seized it in his arms. Stretching it out between his fingers, it took a few seconds for the gears to turn properly – "kinky sleeves?" – pawing his gloves off slowly, watching Axel with an amused look. It took a few minutes for his fingers to find the right openings and he mentally mused that it was fingerless glove sleeves, "Very kinky Ax."

"Hey- it's hot! Shut it!" He twirled the flame lapped scarf in his fingers, finally deciding it was cool enough to embrace his neck, achieving a purr of laughter from the Nocturne.

"Fits you well."

Axel ignored him, pulling out a pair of jean – tailored skinny with a ragged cut. "… think I can get into these?"

"Want to see you try." The words had barley escaped his lips before the organization issued pants were half off, coat already disheveled and discarded across the desk. Standard black boxers – unoriginal.

"… If I can get you to strip that easily…," Axels abandoned boot met solidly with his chest before his arms could react to protect himself. Demyx tugged off his own jacket, watching number eight with peripheral vision. He was struggling horribly to get the denim to stretch- damn, at one point he was even skinnier?

"Trying the 'kinky net'?" Axel mused, tossing the said item in his direction. He smiled sheepishly in response, tugging off his 'Finding Nemo' tee with new energy. Axel made a soft grunting sound, and with the fabric over his head he couldn't depict if it was because of him or his struggle with the bottom.

"Issues?" Hot fingers suddenly traced his exposed torso, soft tease hidden behind the Christmas green. He helped Demyx tug the shirt carefully over his sculpted faux-hawk, fumbling to help him get the fish net on in exchange. The blonde didn't respond with anything more than a smirk- watching as Axel pulled it the rest of the way down, letting a finger trace at his navel. A squeaky sound came in quick pursuit.

"There's a pair of boots, stockings, ripped tee, army of makeup, and - for some god damned reason – a luxury bra and fuzzy cuffs waiting..."