Standing here today, I couldn't remember ever having been this proud before.
The day itself had started with a colossal mountain of stress; first, the caterer got stuck in traffic. Then, Demyx had gotten so nervous he threw up during the ceremony...all over the flower girl. Yeah, don't ask me how that happened. And the worst part was, I had to do the apologizing for him. I felt bad for the poor girl, but her mother was a total...jerk.
Then, one of the guests had an allergic reaction at dinner. He had to be rushed to the hospital right as Demyx, the unholy chunk-blower, was giving his speech. Which, of course, meant that he threw up. But this time it was on Zexion, and fortunately, that ain't my problem.
Oh...right. I was talking about pride and stuff. Yeah...
"Would the adorable couple please make their way to the center of the dance floor? It's time for the first dance!"
Now, after all that mess, I was standing next to the man I love, holding his hand, walking to the middle of the dance floor. The sea of people parted, all of them smiling at us, a few of them even cheering openly.
"Axel, do we really have to do this?"
I gave him a stern look. "Yes. We do." He sighed again.
"I've told you before. I can't dance. I hate trying. This is embarrassing and silly. Can't we just sit back down and-"
"No." At the risk of looking awkward, I took him by the shoulders. "Roxas, you know how much this means to me. Please. Just one, and then I'll never ask this of you again."
He groaned, and I secretly celebrated. I didn't often guilt him so harshly like this, but this was something I always wanted to do. It didn't have to be with a girl, although that was customary. There was nothing customary or normal about this day, but that didn't matter to me. I wanted to share this dance with the one I love. With the man I love.
He frowned at the floor. "Fine. One dance. But if you ask me one more time, so help me I'll rip off your nuts and use them as tennis balls."
"Awwww. Just admit it, Roxy. You loooooovvvveee me." He pouted, and I grinned wider. "Seriously though, thank you." Then I pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, drawing back in time to see him fighting off a blush. With ridiculous flourishing, I swept down into a low, formal bow, extending my palm out for his. "May I have this dance?"
The briefest hint of a smile touched his lips. In the next instant it was gone, but the blush remained.
"Whatever."
When I felt his hand reluctantly grasp mine, I motioned to the D.J. "You know the one."
The pink-haired man shrugged. "Sure, man." He quickly pressed the button, and the next thing I heard was a pattern of soft piano keys, one note following the other in slow succession.
The look on Roxas's face was instant and dreading. "Oh no. No, Axel. Please, not this song."
"Yep. This song. You can't back out now, Roxy. You promised."
For once, he tried looking pitiful. One of my known weaknesses.
"Please, Axel, it's so embarrassing. It's bad enough I have to be the girl, but why? Why are you doing this to me?"
I smiled softly, fighting the urge to cave to those beautiful, sad eyes. They were only a cover, after all.
"Because I love you."
I could see his face contorting again, the mask weakening. I could just hear him thinking 'God damn you!' as I took his hand in one of mine, placing my other on his back.
"Come on. Let's just get it over with."
Despite his supposed lack of rhythmic talent, we began to move slowly, gracefully around the floor, Sora and Demyx and some of the others cheering as the vocals started.
"I tried to hide from you
but I failed
I tried to lie to you
but how I failed
and even in my darkest time
you gave me light
I never knew this kinda love could feel so right."
Roxas rolled his eyes, trying to distract from the deep blush on his cheeks.
"RyanDan, really? If you wanted anymore simpering, whiny love songs, you'd have gone with Enrique Iglesias."
I chuckled a little. There was nothing truly mean in his tone.
"Sure, but I like this song. It reminds me of us."
He gave me a flat look. "A whiny, simpering love song made you think of us?"
"Yes."
"How so?"
"Oh, I think you know, Roxy."
"When I'm in your arms
I find myself believe it
we could be anywhere
so I can keep on dreaming
Whenever your close to me, you're like the sun
you feel like the sun
and everyday you telling me
I am the one
I am the one who makes you shine."
"Why did I let you talk me into this?" His nervous eyes darted around, seeing all the smiling faces. The difference was, when I did it, I didn't see the people being goofs, pretending to vomit, rolling their eyes but still smiling. They knew me, they knew Roxas had nothing to do with this one.
But I knew. Secretly, Roxas was a romantic at heart. He knew, and I knew, that he was loving this.
"Because. And besides, it's true." I winked at him. "You're my sun, Roxas."
He blushed darker. "Stop it, you idiot. I'm lighting up like a goddamn Christmas light."
"So?" Roxas bit his lip, looking for all the world like he was going to murder me. Or maybe be even more cruel, keep me from the best wedding night ever. But realistically, neither option seemed very likely.
I had always felt like the girl in the relationship. I liked some more sentimental things, and Roxas was more withdrawn and self-conscious. His family wasn't very supportive of his new life style, and I knew how much he wished they would be. He tried to be stoic, tough, manly, a lot of things to make up for the whole gay factor. But he couldn't do it forever.
My friends had joked that he should have been the one to ask me for the dance. I could have worn a wedding dress, gotten dolled up, the whole sha-bang. But regardless, I was a dude, Roxy was a dude, and there was only so much girliness our guests could handle. This was a nice compromise.
"You're like the sun.
You keep me warm."
I was so proud to be here. For as crazy as this day was, I wouldn't imagine spending it with anyone else. As corny and silly as it was, he is my sun. The one who keeps me warm, brightens my day, and helps me grow to be the best man I can be.
We slowly came to a stop, and for a moment, the world was quiet. Not because it literally was, but because we were off in our own little world. Our own solar system, even.
"I am so going to murder you."
I smiled wide and kissed his cheek. "Go ahead and try."
First real songfic ever. Sorta. Lyrics and things belong to RyanDan.