The Results of Boredom
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"Zexy! C'mon, you promised!" Demyx followed the slate haired man into the library, only to be pushed out forcefully.
"I did no such thing. You know I can't do anything with you right now Demyx. If you're really that bored, go ask Axel or Roxas if you can find either of them. I suspect that at least one of the two is hiding in his room," Zexion suggested as he shut the door.
Demyx sighed and trudged away. Everybody in the castle was busy that he'd seen so far. Saix was having a meeting with the superior that he apparently wasn't allowed to take notes for. Normally Xemnas used Demyx as a scribe in all official meetings because of his clear, neat handwriting. The blonde stopped in the hall to mull that thought over. Maybe it was a secret meeting, or it could be that thing that Xigbar had warned him about… the thing they had told Axel gave hapless witnesses nightmares…
Demyx shuddered. Best not to think about it too much.
When he'd talked to Marluxia, the pink haired man had been getting ready to review Castle Oblivion with Vexen. He had very firmly told him that they weren't taking him along, pointing out that he'd end up just as bored at Castle Oblivion with nothing to do. Demyx had grudgingly agreed, seeking out Xigbar and Xaldin, who were looking over the nobodies, destroying the ones that didn't obey orders. Demyx helped until a horde of them chased the sitarist around the courtyard, a few of them going so far as tackling him to the ground. After Xigbar saved the tearful blonde, he gently suggested that he find something else to do.
"It's not like we don't want to have you here, but training the rabble isn't your thing little buddy."
So he'd gone to Larxene, who would normally take every opportunity to torture, er… train Demyx, but she just laughed in his face.
"I'm not sparring with you today, but you can join Namine and I for a little girl time if you'd like. Although," she'd said, tapping her chin thoughtfully with a gloved finger, "having a guy in the room kind of defeats the purpose of girl time. But if you are really interested, we can make you into a non-man so you wouldn't count as a guy."
Demyx had turned down the offer quickly, finally turning to his lover for some kind of entertainment, knowing that he was organizing the library's collection with Lexeaus. Again. But that was okay! Even helping with the monotonous task of dusting his books and the library shelves was better than wandering around bored out of his mind, but Zexy had denied him even that. He hadn't realized that everyone took his and Axel's ban on library access so seriously. The poor blonde had only been trying to put out the fire that Axel had started when he'd flooded Zexy's quiet sanctuary, but it turned out that books hated water just as much as fire. The memory made up Demyx's internal conflict as to who he should seek out first. Hanging out with Axel always seemed to get him into trouble. He turned the corner only to turn right back around. Maybe if he didn't say anything and walked quickly, he'd be able to sneak away. He tripped on air, stumbling into the wall. Demyx turned to see if he'd been noticed, and, much to his dismay, he had been.
"Yo, Dem!" Axel called, waving to catch his attention.
"Shit," Axel muttered as he stalked away from the kitchen. Roxas liked him? Since when?! How was he supposed to know? The winding halls had never seemed so long as the thoughts ran through his head, as he berated himself for being so stupid. He shut his door with a solid kick. Though, he thought hesitantly, was it honestly so bad an idea? Roxas did have a way of worming his way into the pyro's mind. Maybe Vexen was right about…
"Stupid blonde with his stupid fuckin' lab vocabulary, making him sound so goddamn smart. What does he know about me? Nothing!" Axel flopped on his bed, face down in his pillows as he grumbled and cursed the Chilly Academic.
"That's not very nice. Y'know, someone might take offense to the blonde insults if you're not careful."
Axel froze. No fucking way.
"Aren't you even going to acknowledge me Axel? Don't worry about what the guys said back there, your pranks don't bother me that much. At least, the way they think it does." He heard soft footsteps cross the room, stopping next to the bed. A gloved hand gently touched his shoulder, lightly tracing across it to his spine, feathery touch ghosting down the contours of his back slowly.
"I'm sorry I'm such an idiot," Axel finally murmured, body tensing under Roxas's hand. He could practically hear the boy's smile as he shook his head, predictably negating the pyro's self-debasement.
"If you weren't such an idiot, do you think anyone would like you as you are? Forgive you for your pranks and insensitivities? Nah, you're fine the way you are." His voice was much closer than Axel had expected, and even whispered, was much louder as well in the otherwise silent room. He felt the bed shift as Roxas's slight weight was added, and felt his lips brush his ear with a light kiss.
"Besides," he murmured, "I like when you're an idiot sometimes."
Axel frowned and turned over, almost losing his train of thought when he met the startlingly blue eyes of the boy next to him as he sat up. "But you always call me an idiot all the time, and it's always when you're irritated with me."
Roxas tilted his head slightly. "No, not irritated with you. Irritated because of you might be more accurate. Still, you've never been one to be a mary sue Ax, so why start now? We both know that's not what you're really thinking, so stop teasing me."
Axel's eyes widened. So now he was teasing Roxas? Green eyes narrowed as he asked, "So, what am I really thinking?"
Roxas smiled again and straddled the red head. "You're thinking about how much you wished it was you instead of Demyx in that hallway, your name instead of his that I was moaning, your hands on my hips, my stomach, my chest," he whispered, and as he ticked off the places, he moved Axel's hands slowly to each one. Axel's breath hitched, and he moved his hands on his own, cupping Roxas's face as he smashed his lips against the blonde's, kissing him with a hungry, almost fervent, desire. He couldn't understand, let alone explain, the feeling he had, the tensing muscles in his stomach, the anger like feeling that absorbed him as he kissed Roxas, fingers twining in soft blonde hair, pulling the smaller teen's head back so he could ravish his neck with harsh nips and soothing licks. He hardly heard the gasps, the soft, alluring moaning of his name, the pleads for more than what he was giving. He shifted, pushing Roxas from his lap and onto his back, leaning over him with hands on either side of Roxas's head. Axel put all his weight on one hand, using the other to tauntingly unzip the black organization cloak of the teen below him. Like most of the Organization, Roxas opted to go without a shirt underneath the heavy, warm garment, and his unblemished pale skin revealed how often he wore it. The cloak, now free from the containment of the cold silver zipper, slipped to either side of Roxas, framing his body in contrasting dark.
Axel drank in the sight below him as if he had been bound on all sides by burning, parching desert, a land forever doomed by drought and dust. Spots of red bloomed down Roxas's neck, fading to a few blossoms on his collar bones. He was panting slightly, eyes seemingly darker, deeper, an emotional well for the void in his chest. Roxas reached for him, tangling his hands in long, fiery hair, kissing him hungrily on tear-like tattoos, but with a gentleness that Axel's had lacked, almost patient in their softness. He pressed his forehead to Axel's, smiling as he kissed his lips quietly, tasting him with a questing tongue. The pyro accepted him, and returned in kind, sensitively exploring the other, but with a firmness that seemed to expect Roxas to acquiesce. He slowed his fevered pace, taking his time as he discovered the teen's unique taste, massaging Roxas's sides with still gloved fingertips, almost indecisive as to whether he wanted to go high or look low.
"Ah! A-Axel," the teen panted, gaze slightly unfocused as he looked up to the leaner, wiry red, struggling to captivate and maintain his attention.
"Yes?" He had decided; fingering the top of Roxas's pants, teasing, torturing the sensitive skin that he knew was only inches below the waist of the dark fabric.
"I-It's time for you to wake up. Wake up Axel."
Axel blinked, and the vision below him was gone. He blinked again and stared at the high, cold ceiling of his room. Axel propped himself onto his elbows and looked down, frowning irritably.
"Hello, you. I'm starting to believe that we are seeing too much of each other lately." His throbbing erection said nothing in response, and he imagined that there was a sort of malevolent glee emanating from it. "You're such an asshole now. I used to welcome you with open arms but now, now I think you've over stayed your welcome. Go on. Leave."
He glared at it for a few seconds longer, knowing that there would be no response but still somewhat expecting one. With a sigh, Axel got up and took a cold shower, grumbling and shivering when he emerged. Fresh clothes were in order, and he set to wandering the halls simply to prevent himself from further sleep. The walls were stark, seeming to emphasize the lonely expanses of white stone. A slight stumble upon the floor caught his attention, he looked up to see that Demyx had fallen against the wall for support. Axel smiled, grinning at the potential distraction from his thoughts.
"Yo, Dem!"
