Author's Note: Whee! Another AxelxSora and hopefully this one doesn't suck as much as the last one did. This'll be short, more so a drabble than anything and yah ... I hope you like it. Please R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Warnings: Yaoi, boyxboy kissing, sexual referances.

Inspiration: Deftones, still.

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As a child, I was told to never stare into the sun, into the fire, or I'll be blinded for life. Kind of ironic now huh? I'm with someone, who resembles fire, from his long fiery red hair to his personality, and even though I was told to never look into the sun, the fire, I can't turn away.

I've tasted fire before, that first time Axel nudged me towards the wall and pressed his lips to mine in a heated kiss. Fire tastes bad, or at least I think it would taste bad but Axel is the exception.

I was always told to never touch fore because I would be burned. But that night when Axel put his arms around me for the first time, our lips touching again, I never felt anything gentler. Sure it burned, but not in the way I'd think. And when he holds my hand, my skin touching his, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't burn.

It's sometimes hard to tame the fire; I wouldn't want it to get out of control. I can never fully relax ya know, fearing that maybe the spark will turn into a wild fire and it will spread and spread and I won't be able to control it.

The fire is known to destroy but when with him, when we are in his room, kissing, touching, whispering, the fire is the last thing I'm afraid of.

We really need to remember to lock the door.

The fire is always bright, always big, and always wild but when the fire begins to dwindle, I can't help but feel somewhat scared of the darkness that shows up when the fire dwindles. The fire has not fully gone out yet but if it does I won't be able to live with knowing that I let it happen.

The fire, when lit, casts a shadow, casts dancing shadows against the wall and yet, those are the only shadows I am not afraid of.

My mommy always told me to never play with fire or I will get burned, I will be hurt. But now, as Axel and I lay on my bed this time, kissing, touching, whispering, I don't even care that I'm intentionally disobeying my parents.

As a child, I was always told not to play with fire. I can't seem to help myself now.

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Author's Note: Hmmm ... I think its okay, lots of symbolism I think and stuff in here. Its alright, hope someone else likes it. Please R&R.