AN/ This chapter is still in timeline of chapter 3-6

I die for you.

Chapter Seven.

"Jazz, where are you going."

As maddened as the voice sounded, it did little to frighten Jazz who was scowling in irritation as his hazardous eyes skimmed towards the source of his garbling. "What." Jazz immediately responded, "I'm going home, isn't that obvious?"

Issei's bitter expression deepened as he stepped closer. Jazz' hands fisted as he realized he was increasingly reaching the limit of his patience; his forbearance creased once more as Issei intentioned to hover even nearer.

"I'm going with you."

"No can do." Jazz barked, remarkably peeved as he snarled, "I'm going with Aksel."

Issei's shoulders tensed broodingly, "But I said I'm going."

Aksel raised an eyebrow; the way Issei glared at them was effortlessly rubbing him the wrong way "Didn't you hear what he said?" Aksel scoffed daringly, "He is coming with me. Just me."

"I-I'm not talking to you." Issei yapped irately back at Aksel, "I'm talking to Jazz."

Aksel loosened his hold on Jazz and confidently strolled towards Issei, granting a weakling step back from the dark-skinned brunet.

Aksel smiled amiably, his wicked grin warned within the stillness of their interaction. "Perhaps," Issei gulped silently as Aksel stepped in, "You have a problem with me."

Aksel waited patiently for Issei's nervous eyes to focus solely on him. "N-no, I'm just saying I'm not-" he faltered back again, "not talking to you."

"And so?" Aksel questioned brashly.

"That you shouldn't say anything." Issei responded timidly.

"I shouldn't. Hm," Aksel nodded pensively, "I'm going to be simple." He scorned as he placed both his hands behind his back, "I'm restraining myself here. I'm getting fed up."

"I-I meant to say this doesn't have to do with you."

"It does." Aksel leaned in, snickering as his voice deepened dangerously, "What are you going to do about it?"

Issei disregarded him with a head nod and an unfocused gaze that seemed to search for Jazz' contemplation, "Jazz, let's go."

"Hell no!" Jazz spouted, angrier at the sight of Issei dipping his head to the side in dismissiveness of Aksel, who was now chuckling incredulous.

Aksel shook his head, he wasn't someone used to warning others. He stared perilously, ready to blow out at any second Issei did something tetchier.

Issei' eyes focused back on Aksel's menacing gaze. His hands fisted in powerlessness, "What, I'm not even asking you anything."

"Does it have to do with something? I'm not responding to anything," Aksel's eyebrow raised amusedly, "apparently we all have to listen to your bullshit and what not and guess what? I'm a second to be done."

With the precarious warning set, Issei looked defiantly back at Jazz and as he turned, he blatantly avoided staring at Aksel, who smirked in hilarity 'What a pussy.' Issei walked away without anything else to add. As Issei finally left, Jazz moved to stand beside Aksel and tiredly respired, "Ugh, Thanks."

"It's nothing. What he was going to do anyways," Aksel placed his hands inside his pockets, "It's not like I would have let him come."

"I know." Jazz' expression grimaced, "I really don't know what the fuck is wrong with him nowadays."

Aksel exhaled, "He is creepily persistent in going with you everywhere. Can't you guess?"

"The fuck no. It's really frustrating."

"Is it?" Aksel turned his eyes to Jazz, "So it hasn't always been like this?"

"It pisses the fuck out of me." Jazz lifted his face towards Aksel, "And no, he's been behaving like this only recently."

Aksel nodded and his left hand skidded down to the younger's waist, he tranquilly pulled Jazz against him, making his face cushion against his stiff chest, "Yeah, but don't mind him, he was probably drunk."

"Drunk?"

"His behavior was simply incongruent."

"Right?"

"Mhm," Aksel's arms enveloped him tighter against him, "Jaaz~"

Jazz' arms slowly but securely wrapped around Aksel's torso, "what is it?"

"Let's forget about this," he nuzzled against Jazz' cheek, "we were having one hell of a night."

Jazz smiled "True."

"…Stay in my house then." Aksel's mouth glued lightly against Jazz' ear, "We don't need to keep quiet in my room."

Jazz' cheeks rapidly heated, another shudder heaved down his spine. Butterfly kisses were tenderly pressed behind his ear "I'm n-not sure about your expectations there."

Aksel's voice lowered flirtingly "Find out."

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Jazz was at first impressed that Aksel easily allowed him inside his bedroom. The taller man just berated his coyness by inferring that sleeping apart would be not fun at all and Jazz hesitantly agreed. Aksel dragged Jazz in his bed; he trapped him from behind and affectionately nuzzled his nose against Jazz' neck; hoping the other would get the message across.

Get comfortable. That's what he meant, and thankfully, Jazz understood as he turned around. Slackening against him as he cuddled close. Jazz exhaled happily as he wrapped his arms around Aksel's neck, only to bring the ginger's head close to his chest "So warm Aksel, let's exchange skins. I'm always cold."

"If you let me warm you up-"

"Shut up."

"Hm," Aksel chuckled. Regardless of having his face against Jazz' chest, both rested comfortably on their side. Their distinctive scents mingled pleasantly as both breathed in "I didn't mean it like that…"

"mhm," Jazz mumbled quietly, their closeness was securely taking a gentle peal of him. His fingers started roaming smoothly against Aksel's back.

"However…" Aksel whispered against his collarbone and his hand slipped underneath Jazz' shirt. Wishing to return the kind caress, the tip of his fingers leisurely dragged against Jazz' spine. "If you'd like…"

"mn no," Jazz' eyelids rapidly became heavy and when Aksel's index finger drew softly on top of his tailbone, he shifted and his eyelashes fluttered shut.

Aksel's fingers teasingly went up again and dipped harsher on the curve of his spine to scrape pleasantly against the back of his neck, Jazz' eyebrows furrowed again and his own fingers tangled through Aksel's silk blond hairs, "w-wait no…"

Aksel's palm slowly glided to his side and after sliding his index finger down his ribs, he stopped his hand to rest upon Jazz' hipbone, "then maybe I can borrow you warm clothes." His fingers once again started moving carefully to lightly slither down Jazz' stomach. Aksel hummed quietly at the soft skin beneath lean muscles, "or does this warm you up better?"

Jazz bit his lower lip, he remained quiet and his heart started skipping pauses as Aksel's hand wandered down the side of his hip, dangerously close from groping his bottom. His cheeks burned and his arms weakened on their hug around Aksel's neck, his voice quivered as he mumbled "B-borrow me clothes."

"Is that it?" Aksel grinned. He enthused to hover silently on top of him and with a light shrug, he promptly sprung off "Alright."

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Aksel crawled out of the bed and strode his way to his walking closet, all the while Jazz remained speechless. "You prefer shorts or pants to sleep?" Aksel questioned, "I doubt I have anything that may fit right for you but these have elastic fabric around the hem."

Jazz swallowed thickly, his cheeks fumed treacherously as he prompted his weight on top of his elbows, he slowly shook his head and turned his face to Aksel, "Whatever is fine."

Aksel nodded and walked back to Jazz, right in front of the enormous bed, "Alright, You can keep these as well." He smiled candidly as he handed the trousers over.

"If they fit." Jazz grabbed the shorts, "Thanks."

"Do you need another shirt, I have tons of sweaters in my closet."

Jazz tugged at Aksel's burrowed sweater, "This one is fine."

"Alright."

"Aksel" Jazz started, Aksel eyed him curiously as he seated next to him.

"What is it?"

"This might sound random but" Jazz' cheeks tinted, "…I think you are truly amazing."

Aksel stared attentively, "How come? I've all but caused problems between you and your friend."

"Don't say that," Jazz whispered. He let a comfortable silence loiter between them as he crawled closer to Aksel. He lifted his face and then he carefully cupped Aksel's cheeks, the other questioned but didn't draw back from the magnifying pull. Jazz closed his eyes as their noses touched. Lingering, slowly, Jazz' mouth moved just inches away from his, "For me you are special."

"But I cause you troubles, don't I?"

"I don't mind him." Jazz confessed, Aksel's arms wrapped around Jazz, swiftly and effortlessly pulling him on top of his lap.

Jazz smiled in a welcoming gesture, they were now considerably closer, breathing intimately each other's breath. Jazz remained with his eyes shut and he inched his lips closer, "actually …I'll tell you something," Aksel's eyes progressively misted, the space between them was starting to become a nuisance "I've come to prefer you over anyone else."

"You can't say that." He scolded quietly, "I will remind you I'm not a good person."

"I think you are sincere, I think you want me around. And that's enough for me."

Aksel licked impatiently his own lips "I'm glad I find you sincere Jaaz"

Jazz' left thumb skidded affectionately over Aksel's cheek, "Then I'm sure we'll keep this." Though desperate to fill the warm air that hung between them, Jazz decided to press his lips tenderly against the corner of Aksel's mouth, with the excuse of it being his cheek, "I hope we can keep this."

"I would be stupid if I let this slip wouldn't I?"

And suddenly, both realized they were lost between meanings. Aksel dipped his head lightly to fully capture the parted lips that burned to feel him. His own world dissolved to regain its completeness. Aksel's lips moved slowly against Jazz', muffling another breathy sigh as his tongue probed carefully against his. Jazz' hands tugged on his hair as a delicious ripple broke through his fevered skin.

Licking and nibbling expertly on his reddened mouth, Jazz separated to gasp. Only to join their lips again. Things weren't sure to be the same and both were fine with it.

The private atmosphere inside Aksel's bedroom, which was tenderly holding hissing sighs and lewd kisses in its calm discreetness, soon was interrupted as Jazz' phone rang. The old generic beeping sound startled Aksel, whose eyes peered open as he unwillingly separated from Jazz.

Jazz' eyebrows furrowed instinctively and he inched his face away from Aksel's, his hand reached down to his pocket as he withdrew his old navy-blue flip phone and he tossed the lid open, Jazz groaned as he identified the caller.

"Who is it?" Aksel asked curiously.

"Ugh, Issei. Is this dude for real? I was being given the most delicious kisses ugh-" Jazz growled as he picked up, "fucking what"

"Jazz, where are you."

"It's two in the fucking morning. What do you want?"

Aksel raised an eyebrow as Jazz pushed the speaker button, "I wanted to…"

"To what." Jazz pressed irritated.

"I… I" Issei vacillated, "I want to talk with you."

Jazz paused and then snarled, "I hope it's fucking worth it. What is it?"

"No I mean…" Issei wavered, he sounded insecure, "tomorrow. It is very serious."

"Then call me tomorrow." With that being said, Jazz hung up. Not without earning a chuckle from Aksel.

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