1Well. It's been a while since I updated. It's late and I'm to lazy to really write anything here. So, enjoy. Also, forgive spelling mistakes please.

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"Mgh..." Nine rolled over, bumping into something warm.

That wasn't normal.

He pried his eyes open, running a hand down his face, sitting up and stretching. "Ow..." He turned his neck, popping it. "Ow ow...slept on it wrong." He'd shed his shoes which sat discarded near the bed on which he slept on. However, that lamp did not belong to him. Nor those Chakarams on the wall– what the hell? Warm thing, right. He looked down and blinked, covering his mouth before he could yelp.

Axel, still clad in everything from his bracelet to his converse. He'd curled around a pillow, one leg straight out and slumped over one of Demyx's legs, his other tucked under him, one arm out as a pillow and the other hanging over the pillow and off the edge of the bed.

He was out like a light.

"Oh snap," Demyx mumbled, looking down at Axel's leg draped across his own. Why was he still down in Axel's room? Demyx shut his eyes, laying back down and crossing his arms over his eyes. Axel stirred lightly, but didn't wake. What was it...?

-insert flash back here-

"Noon."

"Noon."

The door shut.

"Have mercy," Axel growled, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes and flopping onto the bed, pulling himself up onto it and sprawling out. "Mm-hm..." He sighed, moves this knees so his legs alternated going up and down.

"Axel?"

The redhead looked up, pushing himself up on his elbows. He frowned flatly at Demyx. "Indeed, that's my name. I suppose it's memorized."

"Yeah yeah." Nine stepped in, easing the door shut and resting his hands against it, leaning back on them. "Um...they butterflied my door again...and Xemnas put a spell on the Den..."

"Yeah? And I care why?" He sat up on his knees, placing his hands on them and leaning forward. "What, you want to stay with me?"

"Well..." Demyx rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his feet. "You're the only other one awake...Besides Zexion but he's a bit frightening." Axel promptly rolled his eyes. "So...can I?"

"Sure, why not." Axel rolled over, laying face down on the left side of his bed, back on his elbows, motioning with a nod of his head. "The bed is more comfortable than the floor."

THAT could be taken differently, Demyx mused, but shook off the thought. "Thank you so much..."

"Yeah, whatever."

-end flash back here-

Ah. Right-o. Demyx sighed again. He turned his head, his arms resting on his chest, and saw they were late for breakfast. Whatever. He had a feeling if they went down there Axel would be humiliated...again. Then again, Demyx couldn't move without waking the pyro whom...probably wont remember why they had slept in the same room...on the same bed. Well wasn't THIS convenient.

"Great," Demyx whispered, looking back at Axel. Axel looked so calm. He didn't look like he'd wake up to be a cocky axx-hole like he seemed to always be. Then again...when he saw Axel completely terrified...he saw someone who was about as vonerable and needy as he, himself, was. Something about that brought Demyx to realize he'd leaned down, resting a hand on the pyro's shoulder, and his other under his own head, his chest against the older man's back.

When did THAT happened?

And yet, Axel didn't move. He didn't wake. If Demyx would just move slowly, maybe he'd keep it that way, but now their legs were tied. This was wonderful.

Demyx bit his lip, running ideas through his head, but those were covered by three things: why he moved into this position, how warm Axel was, and how completely /addicting/ he smelled. He smelt of cinnamon and burning cherry wood. A warm, autumn smell, and Demyx was becoming drunk with it. So natural, so soft. He looked over Axel from the back. The down, long thick red locks splayed across his pillow, how he'd seemed to have relaxed a bit against Demyx, how steady his breathing was...if Demyx didn't know better, he'd think he was laying with a young woman.

Of course, no one in the Organization would dare mention Axel's...feminine features, unless they wanted to die. And they all knew they would.

Demyx eased a hand over Axel's soft hair, calming it to run along Axel's back. A smile crept over his face, lacing the hand he wasn't laying on under Axel's arm that hung over the bed. Wrapping it beneath the arm, he bent it to rest his hand back on Axel's shoulder.

Axel moved.

Demyx froze, hoping that he hadn't woken him. All Axel did was let his hand rest softly on Demyx's arm. The touch made Demyx sigh very breathy, closing his eyes and shivering. Axel was just so warm...

He'd given up denying that he was drawn to the pyro. Oh, this was a mistake. He did It anyway.

Having exposed some of Axel's neck when Demyx had settled Axel's hair, he took the chance. He was hesitant, but he softly brushed his lips over the soft spot at the base of Axel's neck. Axel moved, tucking his leg a little, causing Demyx's leg to move with it, Demyx's knee now between them. Demyx shivered again. He pressed his lips a little rougher against the spot and Axel hugged Demyx's arm. Demyx exhaled quickly, blinking quickly. Once more, their finger's laced. A little further down, Axel groaned. How was he not waking up? Demyx had now eased Axel's damp T-shirt off his shoulder and was kissing from beneath Axel's ear to the top of the joint. Axel was nearly purring, and turned onto his back. Demyx couldn't tell if Axel was awake but, this was convenient. Demyx had acidently turned himself on. And his on switch was on 'I need it now'.

Easing himself over, one knee between Axel's, the other on the outside of Axel's right leg, Demyx kissed the crook of Axel's shoulder. Axel 'ngh'd and tilted his head, a look of 'hesitation' on his still-relaxed features. Damn, Axel could sleep through anything. Shaking off that thought, Demyx ran his hands under Axel's shirt, sighing stiffly into the crook of Axel's neck. The sudden heat of his breath made Axel arch slightly and Demyx was touched.

"/Oh/ my god," he moaned into Axel's chest, gripping the underside of Axel's shirt. "Oh my God, what am I doing," Demyx whispered, looking bewildered into the thin fabric that kept Axel's chest from view. Looking slowly back up at Axel, blue eyes met green.

"Oh shxt."

"...Morning..." Axel raised a brow. There was that face. The confidant but confused Ego shining. Demyx could still smell Axel's autumn-y scent. Axel was so warm, and the scent of aroused male was starting to touch the air.

"Oh shxt."

"New vocabular–" Axel blinked, getting lips crashed into his own. He opened his mouth to say something, and a hot, velvety tongue that was sure HE did not own entered his mouth. He stared at Demyx who looked both needy and sad at the same time. He felt DemyX against him, pressing him down into the sheets. Warm hands ran up and down over his chest.

Then Demyx found it. He'd moved from Axel's lips, down his jaw and found it.

"Ah-ha!" Axel cringed, arching into the man ravaging his just-waking-up tiredness. The place just behind Axel's ear was a deadly place to find. A warm touch, a kiss, in this case a tongue...it set him off. He groaned, now finding use of his arms, tangling pianist-like fingers into dirty-blond hair. "D-do that again."

Demyx did and Axel moaned, breathing onto Demyx's neck. Demyx moaned, pressing his hips against Axel's. Aroused male was heavy in the room now. Demyx licked and nipped at the new-found exterior sweet spot of Axel's while Axel took to gripping the blond's hair and licking the crook in Demyx's neck like a cat.

Neither would have guessed they'd start making out with a guy in their life. Let alone each other. Both, though hard to think at all, thought it was a spur of the moment, a funny story to look back on. But right now, things were getting hot.

Demyx drug Axel's shirt up over his head, tossing it off in a random direction. Sitting up, now straddling Axel, he removed his own. He paused a moment, looking at the glassy-eyed redhead beneath him. He traced every feature, memorizing the strong but lithe frame to every scar. Axel sat up quickly, roughly pressing their lips together. He moved down, kissing down Demyx's sternum, then licking back up to the dip in the hydro's collar bone. Demyx moaned, closing his eyes. "A-axel..." He lifted the other's chin so they stared at each other before leaning down, kissing Eight passionately, prying his mouth open and tracing Axel's dental work over, easing the other man back down onto the bed. He trailed down Axel's collarbone, down his chest and licked at a nipple. Axel arched, pressing their hips together and both moaned, pressing a little harder. Demyx kissed back up Axel's neck, nipping and licking as he went. Soon rhythmic grinding happened lower down. Demyx's motion being matched by Axel's, and they both moaned into each other's mouth. Axel bit at Demyx's lip. Demyx moved, licking that place behind Axel's ear. The two men were touching each other in as many places as possible. That's when Axel hissed something between panting. Demyx moved to look him straight in the eyes.

"What?"

"Ngh," Axel blinked slowly, trying to compose himself. "S-stop."

"Why?" Demyx asked, half drunk on the situation to sound to concerned. Axel opened his mouth and closed it, never leaving eye contact. Demyx felt himself touched and he moaned, pressing one hand against Axel's chest, the other gripping the sheets. "O-oh." Demyx bit his lip, pressing his eyes closed. He opened them, seeing dulled over, glass emeralds staring up at him, waiting. Something clicked. "O-oh!" Demyx whispered, running a hand over his face. "You mean–"

"Unless you want to go jack off in the shower," Axel hissed, his voice cracking and a bit rougher than Demyx remembered. The comment made Demyx laugh lightly, looking away only a moment before looking back. Axel looked expectant.

"You're serious?" He grinned, skeptical but hopeful, still straddling Axel, though his hands rested on Axel's hipbones.

"I'm serious," Axel, still gruff, stated bluntly. He lifted his hips, and Demyx groaned, bitting his lip again, closing his eyes. "Spur of the moment," Axel sat up, wrapping his arms around the blond's waist. He pressed his lips against Demyx's neck. Demyx groaned again, lacing his fingers in Axel's hair. "But I want it so bad."