Hidden Track- Moped Romance: Live in Amsterdam
Author- Alovelysilence
Giftfic- For darthvair_65 / pecanpie_squared
Summary- Takes place after chapter 7 in the Moped Romance universe. Axel and his fellow Rome abroad program students take a trip to Amsterdam for the weekend. He and Demyx end up having a little fun.
Warnings- Amsterdam and the side effects of a coffee house visit. Space cake. A Sex Museum. Naughty nuns. Penises that really shouldn't be THAT big.
Rating- R for drug use and sexual themes.
Pairings- Implied Axel/Roxas, Demyx/Zexion, and a very slight mentioning of Xigbar/Demyx.
Disclaimer- I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any character therein. The song belongs to MGMT and their label.
A/N- While the lovely darthvair_65 was doing her thing in Rome, I was going to school in England. During this time I visited Amsterdam, which led to some interesting times. While beta-ing for Moped Romance, I couldn't help but wonder what our dears Axel and Demyx would get up to if they ever got the chance to go there. Here is the result.
This is my first fic EVER, so let me know what you think! Flames welcome, but preferably with something constructive thrown in there.

*Pecan's note: I am posting this mini fic within Moped Romance at the blessing of the BetaMistress, since she doesn't want to try to figure out the system ~ she's a busy girl, either way. But so! Like she says up in the A/N, it's her first fic, and I am happy she gave me her fic virginity XD Enjoy~ *

Hidden Track - Time To Pretend

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.

Demyx walked with a conspicuously slow turn of his head, left…pause…gradual juddering rotation…right. The idle spectator could almost write it off as an especially keen observation technique one would often see among spectators in museums. This assumption, however, could be proven dead wrong if one noticed the unfocused redness of his teal eyes.

Turning again to face forward, slow pace consistent, he entered the next room where he stopped moving entirely. Heavily dilated eyes widened.

"Woah, dude! That… That COCK! That cock would put even Xiggy's power shlong to shame. Uh… Mhmm, good times."

Axel held back the burning questions about what those 'good times' were and when Demyx discovered the apparently substantial size of Xigbar's dick as he stepped next to his friend. He figured he could make better use of that material when he wasn't in his current state of being baked off his ass. Preferably while in the teasing company of Marluxia... Make that coupled with the sexually tense company of Zexion and we have ourselves a great conversation. Yeah, that sounds good. Heh. Heheh.

He lifted heavy lidded eyes to see what caused his friend to blurt out such a deliciously blackmail worthy statement.
They stood in front of him, both surprisingly taller than himself even when he wasn't as horribly slouched as he was at that particular moment. People; man, woman, and child alike, walked up to take pictures next to the two giant cocks, almost fully erect on either side of the room.

"Woah. Those are some cocks."

"Take a picture of me with it Axel!" Demyx struggled with the contraption strapped to his wrist, using as little movement possible to untangle it and successfully pull it off. "Here's my camera."

After waiting for an Australian brunette to finish having her picture taken while sitting comfortably on the ball sack of one of the statues, Demyx stepped up next to the overly large phallus, wrapped his arms around the veiny shaft, and smiled.

"Say 'size-queen.'" Axel muttered as Demyx grinned stupidly. The picture was slightly off center and out of focus, but it would do.

"Woo! Your turn." Demyx stole the camera back from Axel and pushed him weakly towards the statue. Axel ungracefully collapsed onto the balls, still slouched but trying to make his grin look sexy and sly for the picture. Unfortunately for Axel, as the saying goes, cameras don't lie, and this camera was proving to be a traditionalist. Axel's state was clearly apparent in his half-lidded bloodshot eyes, destined to become a favorite subject of facebook mockery for years to come.

Demyx laughed as he turned his camera off and reattached it to his wrist. "Come oooon, let's head over to the next room."

-

Their trip to Amsterdam was turning out to be a very interesting experience. As soon as they threw their belongings into the ten-person hostel room, Demyx tried to convince everyone to join him on an adventure to one of Amsterdam's notorious coffee houses. The coffee was, of course, the last thing on his mind.

Axel, being curious and, hell- who doesn't want to get high in Amsterdam?- decided to join him while the others took the time to get settled and nap, willing to sacrifice the day to prepare for Amsterdam's even more notorious nightlife. The one exception was Zexion, who decided to use the day to visit the Rijksmuseum, the Van Gogh Museum, then ending it all with a tour of the Anne Frank Museum.
No one was surprised, really.

After splitting one surprisingly delicious slice of space cake –better than any pot brownie either had eaten, definitely- Axel and Demyx had a very different museum in mind for their next destination.

-

"Look at that photograph! And that one! I've never tried that position before. Hmm . . . Hey are those nuns?"

Axel was already staring at the collection of photographs Demyx was gaping at, tempted, for one strange moment, to stick a finger in his friend's wide open mouth. But that required effort, and exposure to some sort of disease, Axel was sure.

"Yep, they sure are."

Demyx furrowed his brow and frowned. "I never knew they could be so kinky."
"You were never Catholic, were you?" Axel scoffed.

"Nope, Episcopalian all the way, baby."

"Heh, well, those nuns seem to have the whole 'smite the sinful' thing down. Look at that girls face. Heh"

Giggle. "Yeah, and that whip!"

Snort. "I guess we know what Larxene did in her Catholic school years."

"Question is whether she was the one whipping the nuns?"

With the following harmony of high giggles and low chuckles, Larxene's sordid past was decided, finalized, and locked away into both of their momentarily crippled brains waiting to be hazily resurfaced for future torment.

As if struck with sudden brilliance, Axel whipped his head to face Demyx. "We should steal this picture and leave it at the Vatican. Give the Pope a present."

Demyx nodded his ascent as excitedly as he could muster his lethargic motor skills. "Haha, signed with love!"

-

Continuing their journey through the museum was proving to be strange and difficult at the same time. It was like a maze, especially to those whose brains were addled with the drugs that the city readily and legally offered. Demyx and Axel just followed the crowd, stumbling up the surprising amount of stairs within the somewhat tall yet narrow building, then struggling their way down on the opposite side. Luckily there were no casualties, though Axel felt as if he were going to fall with every lazily cautious step he took.

Walking down one of the many flights the stairs, they noticed that the walls of the descent were decoratively lined with photographs of naked men, along with those of a more homoerotic nature. However, it wasn't the pictures, but what was in the fake window on the opposite wall that caught Axel's attention.
A male doll, complete with blonde wig and makeup, was placed on a sling hanging down from the ceiling. It was made to recreate a scene as if you were looking into someone's window, a particularly kinky display of voyeurism. He was clad in nothing more than a leather codpiece and a pair of nipple clamps, and Axel could do nothing to stop a little rogue drool from falling out of his mouth and onto his chin.

What I wouldn't give to see Roxy like that. Pale legs open for me, exposed and vulnerable. Yeah, just like that, heh. Surrounded by his panting. Mmm, his begging. Nipples perked, bright and sore as I remove the clamps to lick and sooth each tender nub. Leather hugging his hard dick, already dripping with precum . . . Fuck.

Even through all of the drugs Axel could feel himself getting hard, dick rising along with his frustration. What are you doing to me? God Roxas, I want you so badly. If you were here right now…Uhg. I miss him. I miss that cocky brat attitude. I miss him… I…

"I think I love him." It was a statement, not a question, that was said out loud; a statement that was said with such finality in his tone that it stunned even him. The words gave way to a moment of clarity out from the haze of drugs and lust; a moment that came upon him so fast he didn't quite know what to do with it.

"Whuzzat?"

Stunned silence broken, he turned to look Demyx in his confused, bloodshot eyes. He gave a brief pause, then said, "I'm in love with Roxas."

Demyx just looked at him like he didn't quite grasp what he was trying to say.

"That's… deep, man. Wow. You sure?"

Axel looked away from the lifeless doll and resumed his path down the stairs. "Yeah. I'm sure."

"Ahh. Good for you, I think. Good luck with that."

"Yeah..."

After being assaulted by a naked wax woman and creepy flasher- both of which made Demyx squeak highly, though luckily calmed by dulled senses and lethargy- they made it down another staircase and out of the museum, eyes adjusting to the overwhelming sunlight. Demyx shuffled forward, dropping his head, and grinned.

"I gotta bring Zexy here. Maybe get 'em to re-enact one of those photos with me. Ah huh, wheelbarrow." Demyx's grin only got wider as half formed images of Zexion, naked, stomach down on a rug, legs spread wide and ready for lift-off danced throughout his mind.

"Do you really think Zexion will go anywhere alone with you? Let alone a place with naughty pictures and sex para…uh…things. Heh. You're lucky I went with you."

"I'll just tell him it's a museum." Giggle-snort. "He likes museums. It's full of vaaaaaaaluable knowledge! Hehe! Yes." he moved his right hand in what it seemed to be an attempt in excitement, but it seemed to give up on its journey, resting barely above his hip. He forgot about it and kept it there, arm crooked and hand limp. Axel noticed this and laughed.

"Heh, you look like a retarded T-Rex baby."

Demyx pouted. "Aww, Axey! You can be so meeaaannnn. Haha, Rawr!" Demyx cackled, but, besides a slight finger twitch, displayed no signs of moving his arm from its lingering position. In fact, the other sluggishly went to join its counterpart on his opposite side, completing the look. Axel dubbed it the reptilian foetus.

He chuckled to himself for a few moments before catching a whiff of air tinged with fryer grease. Mission time.

"Hey Axel! Hey, sing a song with me! What song do ya'wanna sing, huh man?"

"Nothing. Not right now. Can't you smell it? It's French fries man, or chips, or whatever-the-fuck they call 'em here. They're coming. We have to find them."

Axel pointed down the street, managing to lift his arm higher than Demyx's attempt. Feeling accomplished, he pushed Demyx down the sidewalk, avoiding the slew of cyclists passing by. Meanwhile, Axel's words finally made their way to Demyx's auditory cortex after struggling through his clouded and cycle distracted brain.

"Ohhh food! Lets get it!"

After a few minutes of stumbling together, they finally managed to make it to the location of the street vender who was selling an assortment of snack foods and, as Axel's nose determined, fried goods.

After purchasing their cup of french fries drenched heartily in condiments, mayonnaise in Demyx's case, ketchup in Axels, they embarked on the difficult task that was eating and walking simultaneously.

After only a few minutes Axel successfully finished off his fries, licking his ketchup stained fingers while he looked for the nearest garbage can he could find in order to dispose of the cup. After he found one, he turned to see the progress of his slightly more challenged friend.

"You look like someone jizzed a bucket on your face."

Demyx looked up from his massacred cup, dollops of mayonnaise smeared over his lips and cheeks. He was still trying to grab the last remaining fries from the bottom of the cup while unsuccessfully attempting to keep his hands relatively mayonnaise free.

"Uh, the mayonnaise won't stay neat." He whined, raising a hand to his mouth to wipe his face. Luckily he stopped before he made an even bigger mess, noticing that his hand was completely covered with the thick white substance.

"Hehe, do I look like I was the center of a gang bang?"

Axel cocked an eyebrow. "Yes, yes you do. Don't let Zexion see or you'll never be able to convince him that you're not a cockslut." Axel frowned. "Unless he's into that."

Demyx smiled and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like I'll make him into it, before finally speaking up.

"At least I don't look like I just ate a baby."

"Babies are delicious. Don't hate."

Demyx looked up at Axel slowly. "…You're a frightening, frightening man, Axel."

"Mhm. I try."

Deciding that they were both too sluggish to carry on a lasting coherent conversation, or at least one consisting of more than grunts and giggles, they continued their journey in silence.

Axel turned his thoughts back to Roxas. Was he really in love with him? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I am. He sighed contentedly as he thought about his blonde lover. I wonder how he is. He's probably dancing in front of some building. Sexy dance.

Would I be able to convince him into a sling? Can I buy a sling? How much would they go for?

Axel contemplated the worthiness of the investment, pros starting to greatly outweigh the cons, until he noticed something of grave importance to his weighted body.

"Hey, Dem?"

"Yeah, Axey?"

"Where the fuck are we?"

Demyx paused and looked around, and, failing to spot any familiar landmarks, decided to adopt a slightly sheepish grin while turning back to his friend. "…Uh…heh…"

Axel's sigh turned heavy as Demyx simply giggled up at him. "Great."