Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Notes: Written for LJ's "30kisses" Theme eight: Our Own World.
Intermission
They sat in the cellar. No lights, no sound and no need for either .
Zexion had been curled in the Axel's lap, steeped in his scent and aura on the cold floor, but now they were both lying together on the floor, Axel having slipped down next to his lover after hours of running a hand through the Zexion's hair and over Zexion's skin. They lay intertwined, peacefully wrapped around each other, holding on to whatever they could get a hold on. Whatever they could grasp with strength.
They'll take as close to forever as they can get, as many soft kisses, as many sprawling, spidery, endearing whispers, before they return to their masquerade of black coats and treachery. Holding on to whatever they can, for now.