Roxas hated how quiet Zexion was.
Whenever Roxas touched him, he'd just take over by attacking Roxas in a storm of kisses and nips to his neck, not saying anything, no change in facial expression. He longed to hear Zexion even mutter a syllable to him, but not once since the whole charade had begun, had he done so.
Axel had eventually given up, relinquishing Roxas as his and hating Zexion in return.
It remained that way for a while.
Zexion kissed Roxas once more with force. More force than usual, receiving a moan from Roxas. He used the crack between Roxas' lips to slide his tongue into the blonde's mouth. Roxas moaned once more, opening his mouth wider. The sensation that Zexion gave him whenever they were at it, it was exctacsy, Zexion slid his tongue across every crevasse in Roxas' mouth and the younger boy pulled Zexion in more, yearning. Zexion pulled out of Roxas' death grip and leaned towards his ear, breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry."
Roxas gawked at the foreign sound. Zexion's voice. Oh, his voice. So clear, and not to low or high pitched. And, he didn't sound like anyone else in the Organization. It was.. so.. Zexion-sounding. Roxas wanted more. He turned to look at Zexion, but no longer felt the his body heat. And like that, Zexion was gone. Roxas didn't see him the next day, or the next month. The days seemed to bleed with each passing one. Roxas didn't want to accept it. But, by the look Axel was giving him, he knew. Axel looked triumphant, as if he won something, or someone. Roxas closed his eyes, and gave himself to his memories. Memory. Oh, how he longed to hear Zexion one more time. But, that was like wishing for a heart.
A.N.- Uh.. AKUROKU forever, but this was just /nagging/ to be written, which it is, and uh, review!