Recollections of the Doomed
IV. Sin
See chapter one for summary and ratings and stuff.
I guess I'm a hypocrite for saying that I have no time for fanfiction because guess what, here's another one of these stories! Can I help it? They're too much fun! Oh, and this story also contains my very first real sex scene! Aghh. Hopefully I don't burn anyone's eyes out.
This story is the seven deadly sins, AkuZeku style.
Greed
Hands wrap tighter, digging into folds of black leather, bodies draw closer, breaths come short and panting and ragged. He seeks the other's lips, drawing him into hungry kiss after hungry kiss, drinking in the other's intoxicating flavor--
"I want more of you," growls Zexion, digging his fingers deep into Axel's sweat-soaked red hair, furthering his claim over the other Nobody with an almost desperate fervor. "More, damn it--don't lean away--come closer--all of you will be mine--"
Axel responds by twining his own hands tighter into Zexion's slate-colored locks, and pulling Zexion into a long and crushing kiss. When he pulls away, a smirk is glowing in his brilliant green eyes.
"Believe me," he whispers, "I want all of you, too."
He presses his mouth to Zexion's again, and they both pull deeper into the kiss, drawn to each other by a powerful greed.
Sloth
"Don't you have a mission to go to?" says Zexion, surveying Axel over the top of the thick tome he is reading.
"Hmm...? Nah--Demyx volunteered to go instead. I mean, it's Atlantica, so he'd be better off there anyway," says Axel, winking casually at Zexion and leaning back in the armchair. He's fiddling with a book in his hand, but isn't reading it.
"Tch. You shouldn't just do nothing, though," says Zexion, his voice like ice, and he turns away from Axel and flips the page of his book.
For a long time neither of them speak, and the only sound in the empty library is the steady rustle of pages turning. At length, Axel turns back around to face Zexion, the ghost of a smirk gracing the corners of his lips.
"Yeah, well," he says, "it's not like you're doing anything, either."
Envy
He watches them, sometimes. Watches them from the shadows behind the clock tower, watches as the tall redhead bends down to pull the smaller blonde into a deep and passionate kiss. They smile at each other, Axel and Roxas, and then they turn and disappear into portals, each to their respective stations.
Zexion hates it. He doesn't know who he hates more--Axel, for cheating on him, or Roxas, for seducing Axel. Sometimes he wishes he could harm one of them, whichever one he thinks deserves the most blame. Perhaps both of them. But other times...
...he wishes he was Roxas.
Axel leans against the wall, glaring outside at the forever-night sky, and the castle illuminated by the garish light of moon above. A blonde youth and a slate-haired youth walk side-by-side outside, seemingly ignorant of no one but each other. Watching them causes something to burn within Axel--a ferocious ache where his heart used to be. The memory of rage. Or perhaps something more.
How can Zexion smile like that aroud Demyx, he wonders, but not around him?
Gluttony
"Muffins, this time?" says Axel, smirking widely. Zexion shoots him a glare as he sets down the pan.
"Yes," he says. "And if you have a problem with it--"
"No, I don't," laughs Axel, and he reaches over Zexion's shoulder to snatch a still-steaming muffin, ignoring Zexion's snarl of disapproval. He takes a huge bite, and after he swallows, flashes Zexion a brief smile. "Mm, delicious. You know, your power really shouldn't be illusion, it should be baking--"
"Shut up," snaps Zexion. "And don't eat too many. You'll get a stomachache, like you did last time..."
"Don't be such a spoilsport, Zex," says Axel, reaching for a second muffin. "And you ought to follow your own advice."
"Tch," is all Zexion has to say in reply to this, and then he takes a bite from a muffin of his own.
Lust
Moans and pants filter through the dark night, tainting the silence but electrifying it at the same time. In the bed, two figures roll back and forth, tangling the blankets, deeply engaged in the throes of lovemaking.
"Mm--ahh--don't stop--Axel!" gasps Zexion as Axel thrusts into him, over and over again, drowning him in a haze of pure pleasure. "Ahh--"
"Haaa, eager much, Zexy?" smirks Axel, but he too is breathing hard, panting from pleasure, and speeds up the tempo, thrusting harder and faster and deeper into Zexion, hitting the spot that he knows will make the Schemer see white. "Mm--you're so--fucking--sexy--"
"Axel!" With a strangled shout, Zexion's body arches, and he comes, spilling his essence all over his thighs and the bed. Only seconds later, Axel releases as well, deep within Zexion. He thrusts one more time to ride out his orgasm, and then pulls out.
"So sexy," whispers Axel, and he leans down and pulls Zexion into a passionate, devouring, and oh-so-sweetly lustful kiss.
Wrath
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" screams Zexion, his voice rising in his anger, hands balling into tight fists. "What the fuck's the matter with me? Am I not enough for you?"
Anger--or at least the closest he can approximate--rings in his voice, and he marches closer to Axel, breathing hard, face flushed in his rage. Axel, however, doesn't give Zexion a chance to protest before grabbing the smaller Nobody by the thin wrists and slamming him, hard, into the wall. Anger to match Zexion's burns in his brilliant green eyes.
"And you have a right to yell at me?" he shouts, driving his knee into Zexion's stomach even as Zexion tries struggling against him, thrashing and twisting and spitting curses, fury, damnation, at his captor. "Tell me--what's with all this shit about Demyx, huh? I should be asking you if I'm enough for you, you sneaky little bitch!"
"You--you--I fucking hate you, Axel!" roars Zexion in response, still twisting in Axel's relentless grip, fury coloring his face. "Why the fuck did I ever get tangled with you in the first place--let go--"
"Yeah! It's not like I like you much either, bitch!" Axel's voice rises so much that it almost cracks, and with that, he finally does release of Zexion's wrists--only to bring the hand down again in a hard slap. The first blow of dozens they would exchange that night.
Pride
They are both confident individuals, strong and proud in their powers and their wits. They hold themselves apart from others, convinced that no one else can understand them. No one but themselves.
Theirs has never been a relationship of equals, true, but it is not a complete master and slave relationship, either. Despite all the years, despite all the efforts, neither has been able to completely claim the other.
"Why don't you just submit?" whispers Axel, tightening his grip around Zexion's wrist, drawing Zexion closer to him. The bruises stand starkly on Zexion's pale face, but when Zexion looks back at Axel he is smirking.
"Become mine. You are mine," he says on another occasion, running his hand through Axel's hair as they lay next to each other, late at night. "No one but me will have you."
"Don't dream, Zexy. You can never defy me. It'd make things so much easier if you submitted." True--but since when did Zexion ever want anything to be easy?
"You are mine, number VIII. Accept that." Yeah, as if Axel's ever been one for just passively lying back and accepting everything.
"I am your master. You will submit to me." Never.
"I have claimed you. Accept me. Accept my rule." Don't be an idiot.
When Axel stands over Zexion years later, as Zexion begs for mercy and Axel replies unfeelingly, he thinks that perhaps the war between their souls has finally been won--by him. He certainly can't help but feel a vindictive triumph as he watches the false Riku destroy Zexion, send him fading back into darkness...
But later, when he stands over Zexion's grave, smashed beyond recognition, he wonders if maybe Zexion was the one who won. How else could he still continue to haunt Axel's thoughts, his dreams, his nightmares? He did lay his claim over Axel, and that claim has, even after his death, never waned.
Perhaps neither won. Or rather, neither wants to concede that the other has won. They're both too proud to ever admit it.
Sins--from minor mistakes, to larger flaws that are endemic to their characters. From the beginning to the end sin has been built in their relationship. It could be no other way.
I was wondering if I should put scene breaks between each sin, or if the italic name is just enough.
Anyway, R&R and suchlike. Especially for the sex scene...*ducks and hides*
Can't promise when the next update will come. I'll try to make it semi-quick, but I don't know. We'll see when it happens.