He tugged Roxas' naked hips back to press against him roughly. The boy's sinuous backside was at just the right place and Xigbar rubbed against him.

The blond pulled back, whirling and glaring at him. Water whipped off his hair with the motion, flinging droplets around the little shower cubical. Roxas scowled and Xigbar simply smiled.

The child stood away from him stubbornly. Xigbar leaned back against the tiled corner, whilst he remained resolutely beneath the showerhead, scrubbing viciously at his mop of hair.

"Roxas."

The boy peeked an eye open at him, still glowering openly.

"You can give me that look all you want, get over here, kid."

Roxas looked liable to refuse, but then resignation lit up his features. He inched closer, staring up at Xigbar from his short height. So short…he had to slowly push himself up on tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on his injured eye; patch now gone to avoid the wet.

Roxas didn't think the injury was that terrible. The eye was gone, yes, and it was burned but all of them knew he'd been injured. Xigbar should have forgone the patch, flaunted his triumph over death, escaping with only a badge to his merit. The Freeshooter disagreed.

"Axel wants you, you know," Xigbar said, clutching wet boy flesh to him. He had no feelings…he had no feelings…only lust, only lust…His other gold eye watched Roxas with great vigilance.

The blond made a face of discomfiture. "Axel is my best friend."

"He knows you fuck around with Demyx."

"Axel is my best friend," Roxas repeated quietly.

"He doesn't know you fuck around with me." His voice was rough, cagey, and affectionate.

"He wouldn't understand why I bother with you. I barely know why I bother with you," Roxas rejoined sourly.

Xigbar knew the answer just as well as he knew the rhetorical quality of the question. "The sex is good."

Roxas thought, however, that wasn't it. He looked up at a face, which had become the allegorical canvas for a life of hardship and strife. He embodied change, age, mortality, life. He ran his fingers lovingly through Xigbar's wet hair, eyeing the graying stripe with envy. Life. That was what Roxas liked to think, but perhaps that was a bit too poetic even for him.

"That is about it," Roxas agreed, keeping his thoughts inside. Xigbar didn't need to know them. Xigbar just liked to have sex with him…He was an embodied kink, no more.


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