Roxas and Demyx were atop the heating equipment at the Fragment Crossing and they were just shy of fucking. That had not been the original intent, but things had changed. They were friends and they were the most looked down upon in the Organization. Roxas was the youngest and Demyx was mostly a pacifist, often misconstrued as the weakest.
They were kind and gentle with each other when no one else was. Demyx was the only one who would kiss him on the mouth, not just to keep him quiet and Roxas was the only one who let him have some control over the situation.
Demyx's tongue in his mouth had felt wonderful and his hands caressing through fabric had been pleasant. Somehow they'd leaned over until Roxas was on his back and the coats were being forsaken and Roxas arched his back and moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut.
"Rox, what's this?" Demyx asked, stilling entirely.
The younger's eyes opened and he turned his head to the side, staring at the wound in his shoulder. It was still bandaged and the gauze was a little bit damp…but he had been shot, so he didn't see it as a big deal.
"It's nothing," he murmured, slapping the musician's fingers away from the dressing.
"I don't…"
"Demyx. It's just an injury." Roxas was beginning to feel uncomfortable about it himself. He scooted backwards on the metal unit until he was no longer beneath Demyx. "I…well…later, I'll…see you."
Then he jumped down to the concrete and disappeared into a portal of oily black.
End Interlude
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