Discalimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.

Notes: Written for LJ's "30kisses" comm for Theme 21: Violence
Unsympathetic

"What exactly did you think you were doing?"

"Don't tell me you're concerned," his voice was tired, slightly weak.

Axel scoffed at the retort, able to see through the arrogance of his superior. He already knew how Zexion had gotten the injuries. It was plain as day that Zexion was placed at a physical disadvantage in any battle, simply because of just how often he tried to avoid them. In Axel's mind, he deserved what he had gotten. It had been his decision to avoid battles. Stupid decisions deserved just repercussions.

"Just how bad is it?" Axel was aware that he was showing concern, but as he was still unsympathetic, he figured he wasn't being irrational.

"That's none of your business," Zexion said coldly, though his tone reflected how worn his body was.

"Stop being a child, Zexion, and let me see." Axel wasn't known for his concern for others so much as Zexion was known for his withdrawn and aloof nature, but Axel was often known to go off on inexplicable whims of want, and if he wanted it, he often got it.

Zexion would have preferred to sulk to himself alone in the castle, but Axel's persistence, he knew, would have won the better of him in the long run. He gave in, knowing that his pride would be much less harmed by Axel than by Marluxia or Vexen, and stripped of his black jacket, revealing the bruises and streaks of blood that littered his arms and torso.

"So he aimed for the heart…" Axel said, mentally appraising the damage. It bothered him to see such an amount of blood on the other's tattered clothes and body. "I can't say he missed…" he murmured.

"I noticed as much, " Zexion replied lamely. "If you're done, I'm going to clean myself up." Zexion picked his jacket back up and prepared to leave.

"It's a shame, really," Axel said, simultaneously grabbing hold of one of Zexion's wrists, "to see you like this, without your jacket, yet covered in blood."

There was a pause before Zexion asked, "What do you mean by that?" subtlety pulling his wrist slightly back towards himself.

"Simply that you'd be pleasant to look at, were you not littered with such marks, Zexy."

Zexion ceased his fidgeting to raise and apprehensive eyebrow.

"Here I thought you were moderately predictable," he muttered with a sigh. He didn't fail to notice that after he had stopped pulling back, Axel had let go of his wrist.

His statement though, brought Axel's eyes to his own. Zexion, for all his insight, couldn't tell if Axel had taken it as an insult, a complement, or a challenge. Axel's still unsympathetic bright eyes were staring deep into his own, and in the time it took Zexion to blink, Axel's lips were over his own, his hands and fingers and nails gripping Zexion's body with a characteristic aggression that was utterly maddening to the still bleeding Zexion.

With a strength rarely shown and rarely put to use Zexion pulled away, breathing heavily and scowling furiously.

"You're not predictable, you're just a faggot."

"Just wanted to make sure you were aware of that, Zexy."

"…You bit me!" Zexion cried, his fingers upon his bleeding lip. And before Axel could initiate any more activities both Zexion's mind and body would protest to, Zexion vanished, anger and bewilderment still in his eyes.

Axel stood alone in the dark of the basement, now reassured that it had been absolutely worth it to get his placid "superior" riled up, and was certain that he would be visiting his new lover later.