It's been a lazy day for me...just chillin'...hanging around...thinking about the ending of this story (sobs) yes, it's ending soon. One more chapter after this one, and it may end up being long, and then an epilogue that I've had planned and written for WEEKS.
Disclaimer: nerrrr...if you're trying to reach Testuya Nomura or Squeenix, you've got the wrong number...
Right, so, there's a scene in this chapter that I added...I wrote it almost TWO YEARS ago. Never inteded for it to be here, but it was PERFECT! So I put it in...no, I won't tell you which it is...oh right, and teh Zemyx is for Ems...because she wanted some more, and I realized that it's been a LONG while since I put any in 8D
So, enjoy the last filler with a twist! BAM!
"Hey there, sexy,"
Roxas let a small smile grace his face as he heard Axel's greeting. He refused, however, to stand up and look at the redhead. For some reason, he couldn't. Ever since waking up, everything that had happened last night had come crashing down on him, and Roxas was…embarrassed. So, he kept his head in the fridge, pretending to look for something, though he already held the milk carton in his hand.
He bit his bottom lip to hold back a moan as he felt Axel press against him from behind.
"What, no hello? No sudden tackles to the floor where you strip me naked and ride me into the floor? I've got to say, Roxy, I'm disappointed. I really had my hopes up."
Roxas felt his face flush and was infinitely grateful that his head was still stuck in the wash of cool air coming from the fridge so Axel couldn't see…wait…could he see anyway? God, why was he acting like a girl? It wasn't like last night was their first time or anything…thought it was the first time they'd…yeah…let's just say, the kink, though it wasn't supposed to be viewed that way last night, was new to their relationship.
"If you climb in that appliance any further, Roxas, you'll fall into fucking Narnia," Axel joked, pulling away with a laugh.
Though disappointed at the lack of warmth, Roxas still sighed in relief and finally closed the fridge to finally pour the milk in his glass. Damn it, he wanted milk!
…and he was having interesting thought processes today…
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Roxas asked as he put the milk away and sipped at his glass. God, what was it about milk? It was so cool and smooth…like silk sliding down your throat…okay; he'd better stop before he embarrassed himself further with a hard on.
Axel grinned as he hopped up onto the counter. "Nope. I quit my job at the garage."
"Axel!"
"What?" he asked innocently, raising his hands. "I wasn't about to stay there with all the memories…besides, Riku managed to get me a job in one of the companies he manages."
Roxas relaxed some at the explanation. "Really? Doing what?"
"Something with computers,"
"Wow…vague."
Another grin. "Isn't it great?"
Shaking his head, Roxas rinsed out his empty glass and set it in the sink. "No, it's not, Axel. You hate computers."
"I'll learn to not set them on fire, then."
"Whatever," Roxas shrugged the topic off and stopped to stare out the window. For some reason, all the colors seemed more vivid today.
He squeaked in surprised when Axel wrapped the newspaper around his face.
"AXEL!" he screamed, tearing it off and throwing it on the counter. "What the hell?"
Laughing, Axel smirked as he left the room. "No idea, but the look on your face is priceless."
"You're lucky I love you, or you'd be dead!" Roxas yelled after him. All he got was more chuckles in response. Rolling his eyes, Roxas bent over the counter to skim through the headlines. He hadn't taken the time to actually read the paper in a while. He just went to work, wrote his peace, and went home after editing.
He was really getting into one particular article about the advances in the research for HIV/AIDS when Axel came back into the room. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the purple bruises circling the redhead's wrists. Roxas smiled to himself as the sight brought back the memories of last night. Unfortunately for him, thinking about it, reliving it, had Roxas moaning under his breath as his body tingled in remembrance.
Woe was him, Axel still heard the small sound and started taunting him.
"Roxy's a moaner, Roxy's a moaner," Axel sang, making Roxas blush.
"Oh yeah? Well, you're a talker." Roxas countered. "I can't ever get you to shut the hell up in bed."
"I seem to recall you did very well last night…" Axel laughed.
"Only because I had to cover your mouth, and you still kept muttering crap." Roxas finished with a victorious smile. He turned away from the redhead and bent back over to resume his reading. Axel groaned and leaned into him.
"You and I both know you like it." When Roxas scoffed, Axel licked his ear, making the blond whimper involuntarily. "Admit it, you love the sound of my voice."
Roxas paused as Axel said the very words he remembered saying to himself once. They really were a good pair.
"Aaadmiiitt iiiitttt…" Axel whispered.
Yes, he thought with a sigh, I love how you whisper sweet nothings to me in the dark, while you body is moving in mine and we try to catch our breath when there's no air, when our skin is slick with sweat and our eyes close in ecstasy, I live to hear those words that make me tremble against my will.
"Never." He said aloud, still stunned at his rather poetic thoughts.
Axel smiled wide and straightened, giving Roxas a rewarding pat on the behind and a satisfied sigh.
"That's my Roxas…don't give in." as he walked away, Roxas was internally cursing himself over and over.
Fuck, I am a girl…
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"Soooo?"
"Soooo?"
"Stop copying me."
"Stop copying me."
"I said it first!"
"I said it first!"
"I hate you…"
"Unfortunately, I can't say that because it isn't true. So you win."
Dominay jumped to her feet and cheered, earning them strange looks that they'd long ago gotten used to from their fellow patrons in the restaurant. "YES! I WIN!"
"Only because I love you." Asmara reminded her quietly, taking a sip of her tea. Her voice made her eyes water to hear. It was so much scratchier in the mornings. But the tea helped.
Sitting back down in her chair and taking a large bite of her eggs, Dominay hummed thoughtfully as she chewed. "You know," she mumbled around the food in her mouth, making Asmara roll her eyes. "I'm really glad everything is behind us now…but I can't help but think that there's one more hurdle before we're done."
Asmara raised an eyebrow at that, setting her mug down. "Really? What makes you think that?"
"I dunno," Dominay shrugged. "I just get the feeling that we aren't out of the woods just yet…but hey, that's life right?" she swung her fork in a wide arc to emphasize her point. "That's what makes the world go 'round."
Flicking a bit of egg off her cheek, Asmara smiled. "That doesn't make a whole lot of sense." She turned to stare out the window, Dominay doing the same. The two women were like a mirror, sitting across from each other at their table, both staring out the window into the bustling streets, chin resting on one hand, identical expressions of bewildered contentment on their faces.
But at the same time it does… they both thought with a happy sigh.
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-That Afternoon-
Sora rushed into the room, face flushed. "Riku!"
Riku looked up from the thick stack of papers on the desk in front of him. "What?"
"There's still so much we have to do! The wedding is in two months! We haven't even gotten halfway through the list I made!" Sora let the large sheet of multiple papers taped together at the ends fall, nearly brushing the floor. His blue eyes only grew darker and darker with worry and concern as they flew across the scribbled handwriting. "We're never going to pull this off."
Laughing, Riku stood from his chair to go over and take the list from Sora. "Relax, sunshine. I thought we'd agreed it was going to be small. Half of this stuff doesn't even matter anymore."
"But there's still stuff we haven't done!" Sora argued.
Riku looked over the list and tore the bottom three papers off. Handing what was left to the brunet, he crumpled the rest in his fist. "There, now there isn't so much left to do, is there?"
Sora stared at the two papers still left in the list. There were a total of about twenty things listed, and fifteen had already been done. Location. Check. Guest list. Check. Cake. Mmm, check. Formal wear. Check. He kept looking over and over all the things before he paused at one that hadn't been checked yet.
"Riku?"
"Hm?"
"You sent out those invitations a while ago, didn't you?"
Riku coughed roughly into his fist. "Of course I did. I said I would, didn't I?"
Beaming, Sora hugged the silver-haired man warmly before taking a pen out of his pocket and checking that item off the list. Unable to stop smiling, Sora skipped out of the room, feeling much better now that the task ahead wasn't quite so daunting.
In hindsight, Sora had a feeling he was just getting nervous about the wedding itself. He was obsessing over it being perfect, while at the same time he was afraid of the rapidly approaching date. He wasn't getting cold feet was he?
Shaking his head decisively, Sora concluded that he wasn't. Everyone got a little nervous about tying the knot…but that didn't mean he was about to go running out on Riku. Nope. Never. Not gonna happen.
After all, he was happy. And happy people didn't run.
Unless it was into the arms of the one they loved.
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-That Night-
"Zexy, hurry! The movie's starting!" Demyx called from his seat on the couch, a warm plate balanced on each hand as he tried to think of a way to reach for the remote to hit pause.
Zexion grumbled something from the next room, but came into view carrying two wine glasses and a bottle. "I'm coming already."
Demyx had to laugh at those words, delighting in how Zexion's face turned pink even as he laughed along. The blond scooted over a bit so his boyfriend could settle next to him. Once the slate-haired man's hands were free, Demyx handed him his plate, getting a thrill out of seeing Zexion's face. Since Dominay was working, they'd decided to have a quiet dinner together. And a movie just seemed like a good idea at the time. Add on the fact that they were wearing their pajamas and you could almost call it a sleepover!
The movie began, though Demyx wasn't watching anymore. He couldn't tear his eyes away as Zexion pushed his hair back, holding it in place with a head band. Though some would call it girly for a guy to wear one, Demyx thought it was cute. And he got to see those beautiful blue-violet eyes. Win for him.
Zexion offered Demyx a glass once he'd poured and they stared at each other for a moment, their eyes saying more than words ever could before raising their glasses at each other and taking a sip.
As they finished dinner, Demyx couldn't suppress a giggle, but it melted into a soft, silent smile as Zexion curled up into his side, feet tucked under his body while both hands cradled his second glass of wine. Wrapping an arm around Zexion, Demyx hugged him, nuzzling his face into soft hair, giggling again when his nose bumped the hard plastic of the headband.
"Zexy?" he shivered a bit as the responding hum resonated through his entire body. "Do you love me?"
"Of course I do, Dem." Zexion didn't hesitate to answer.
Demyx nuzzled close again. "Mm…more than pudding?"
Zexion laughed quietly, the sound like music to Demyx's ears. A music that his could never surpass. "Yes, Demyx." He answered as he set his glass down and threaded both hands in the musician's hair. "I love you more than pudding." He whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss on Demyx's lips.
It was chaste and brief, but the warmth overflowing both their hearts as they pulled away more than compensated for the fleeting touch.
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"Sooo…repeat of last night?" Axel asked hopefully later that night as they got ready to turn in.
Roxas snorted. "In your dreams. I'm still sore."
"Your own fault, ya know."
"Shut up."
"Only if you slap your hand over my mouth while you—'' Axel's sentence was cut off as Roxas threw a pillow at his head.
The pout Axel gave him only served to make Roxas laugh, and soon both of them were reducing to childish giggling as they fell onto the bed.
"It's just as well," Axel finally said as they calmed. "You aren't the only one, I was a little weak in the knees myself when I first got up this morning."
Roxas grinned over at him. "That right there just made my day. You admitting that."
Axel roughly rubbed Roxas' hair, earning noisy protests in the process.
They were stopped by a phone ringing, and Roxas shoved Axel off the bed as he crawled over to answer. He flipped it open without looking at the screen. Why should he? The creepy caller had been Edmund, and that sleaze was in jail now, there was no reason to fear answering the phone anymore…
"You!"
Or so he'd thought…
Swallowing hard, Roxas managed to stammer out a response, the world falling away, leaving him in the dark again.
"M-mother?"
Well...alright then...ahem...right...sooooo...I should probably go and write the next and final chappie fast, eh? You'll be wanting to know where this is going...(runs away, leaving a giant neon sign that says REVIEW in pretty colors behind)