Axel removes his black leather gloves, shoving them in his pocket as he wipes the sweat from his brow. Teleporting can take a lot out of you, especially after a battle. The black leather uniform didn't help much either. He unzipped his leather trench coat, removing the hood to expose his flaming red hair and well developed abs.
He pushes threw the large wooden doors to his corridor to find Demyx, still in uniform, lounging in the chair in front of the door. Demyx had just above shoulder length hair put up on top in a pho-hawk/ mullet. His freckled face had an evil smirk on it.
"Out with Roxas again?" He asks, removing his own leather gloves, standing to pace before Axel.
"That's none of your business." Axel responds with dignity.
" But isn't it?" Demyx flutters his eyelashes at his victim.
"Get out of my room," he mumbles, faking an angry tone.
"Afraid I might find out something?" Demyx asks. He stands up and walks over to Axel, circling him slowly. He stops in front of Axel, less than 3 inches away. His hand reaches forward, sliding into Axel's back pocket. "You know I can't help being jealous," He whispers, his breath lightly coated with mint. Axel smiles devilishly. "And you know I can't resist you when you give me that attitude."
Demyx grins. "I was hoping you would say that." He continues his smirk as Axel leans down to kiss him. After a brief moment he pulls away "What if anyone were to see?"
"No one will see." Demyx insists, pushing Axel against the dark stone wall.
He opens his mouth in protest, but Demyx puts a finger to his lips "Trust me."