Prompt: Saïx/Axel, "I will never let you go. You will always be mine."
Axel has looked everywhere, has scoured the whole damn town for his best friend. He's here and yet he isn't. None of the Dusks returned, and only a single Assassin managed to bring back a single photo, with a message that XIII really was close at hand; he just needed to search more closely. Whatever that meant.
He'd damn well burn Twilight Town down if he has to. He isn't going back to the Organization until he finds him.
Whether or not he'll come quietly is another matter entirely.
A familiar voice behind Axel makes him tense. "Wasting your time like this on a friendship that doesn't exist. Pitiful."
Axel grits his teeth, doesn't turn around. "Why are you here? This is a one-man search party, if you didn't get the memo."
A hand seizes his shoulder and wrenches him around. Fierce golden eyes very close, boring into his.
"To remind you of where your allegiances lie."
"Nothing's changed."
"You have changed," Saïx says. His voice is lower than usual, rougher. "Don't think I don't know which side you have chosen. But what are you really most loyal to: ten years with the Organization, or a year with the Keyblade hero's Nobody – a mere tool?"
"Three hundred and fifty-eight days," is Axel's murmured correction.
He is slammed back against the alley wall. Lips crush against his, biting, his body pressed between the hard brick and Saïx, Saïx's fingers digging into his shoulders like he wants to break them, Saïx's teeth bared like fangs – and damn, is he growling?
"You are the Organization's." Saïx's breath ghosts against his cheek. He's breathing hard, like an animal. "You are mine. If you leave, I will hunt you down. I will destroy you. I will never let you go."
Axel stares into those eyes. A slow, defiant smirk creeps along his face.
He always has loved a challenge.