This Isn't What You Deserve.
Prompt #3: Passion
Your every moment is a masterpiece.
Did the possibility that your life could be an obra maestra ever strike you as peculiar? Right now you probably believe that this is a faux pas, and that your life couldn't resemble anything worth worshipping at all. This isn't true.
I've been watching you, Roxas. For a while now as you've wandered The World That Never Was I've kept my eyes upon you. Day in, day out, you're the one who now keeps me alive. We don't have hearts, but you've caught my eye definitely.
Communication comes in small packages between you and I, and I put this mild impression of affection to the back of my mind when we speak. Our conversations are strictly professional, and even though you're the one who fuels the flame of my candle I won't let this infatuation progress any further.
"Axel?"
A voice disrupts my thought, and reluctantly I let my eyes drift from your form across the room. I glance upwards at the grinning face of number nine, and he sits down on the weathered sofa beside me. The neck of his sitar lies across his lap, and he plucks at one string casually before raising an eyebrow.
"No," I shake my head and keep my voice low and answer the unspoken question, "I haven't spoken to him yet."
Demyx rolls his eyes, obviously not expecting anything more from me. Was I really that predictable? I'd told number nine that I would speak with you, but really that was the last thing I was going to do. I'd rather empty the savage nymph's bathroom bin than converse over feelings I supposedly don't actually possess.
"Good," Demyx smirked.
I quizzically raise my eyebrows, focusing all of my attention on him rather than you for the moment. I cock my head, scanning his visage for any hints of what was going on inside his mind.
Moving the sitar to prop it up against the sofa, Demyx is quick to straddle my lap. His face still bearing that obnoxious leer, he leans his chest forward upon my own, and exhales a breath of warm air into my ear, "This means that it isn't against the rules for me to do this."
Promptly the blonde attaches his lips to mine, his right hand resting at the base of my neck, and his left sweeping down my side. Shuddering, I return the kiss as he snakes his tongue into the mix of flesh on flesh. His ocean blue eyes close over as he takes dominance, showing just what he was capable of.
Unfocused, my eyes glance over as much as the room as possible from my position. In doing so I realise that out of all thirteen organization members you're the only one watching us.
My lips coil into a smirk, and I then turn my full attention onto Demyx. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer. I let my eyes drift closed, knowing that yours are still focused upon us.
This isn't love, this isn't lust, this isn't passion, and this isn't desire.
I just enjoy putting on a show to catch your attention. And from your reaction Roxas, I'm guessing that it worked.