Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Notes: Written for LJ's "30kisses" Theme six: The Space Between Dream and Reality.
Pipe Dream
He had dreams enough to make him touch himself.
There had been a time, like there is for any teenage boy, when the potential arose for any pretty face by day to turn into a rough fuck at night, through the magic and the mania of twisted dreams.
He had grown up of course-- that phase was over --but there was some fascination his subconscious seemed to still have with torturing him with such a face. To admit to himself that he dreamt at night of another man was a cruel enough task in itself, not to mention the fact that it gave him pleasure. Considering that Axel was a rowdy subordinate whose personality had always been able to rub Zexion the wrong way, the amount of shame was nearly enough to topple him at every glance of the other's face. Axel was the one man who could occasionally out-manipulate Zexion, the human manipulator, the walking shadow. It was with an understatement to say Zexion didn't quite care for the man. The sentiment they shared for each other was approximate, but never anything more than hostility, and never anything short of irritation.
It was something too physical. There was no such thing as the friction between their bodies that his mind envisioned, or the biting, the licking, and the kissing that he could remember. The lies tasted sweet, but looked so painful when they laid next to the truth. The fantasies and the realities were as far from each other as could be, residing on separate planes of existence, Zexion trapped and abused somewhere in the middle.