AN: I am really proud of this chapter! I wrote this while running on 7 hours of sleep between 2 days. I am seriously about to fall asleep at the keyboard, not kidding. But I knew I'd never sleep if I didn't finish this so I of course just had to. This chapter has Akudemy in it. I KNOW it's an Akuroku story, but I decided I wanted Demyx to love him. Don't worry, this won't interfere with the Akuroku. You'll find out why later. ;) And also, just so you know, Demyx has kind of an alternate personality when he's angry. And the italicized words are his "voice of reason" talking to him. Now, if you'll notice, he doesn't listen to it all that much. But, it all seemed to work out fine. On to my reviewers!

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I love you all, but I'm too tired to glomp you. By happy with my love and let me sleep. -Falls asleep- -Orange Leprechauns come in a giant comical mab and trample me, leaving me comically dusty but otherwise unharmed- Hehe, I'm too tired to full appreciate this sentence. I'll see it tommorrow morning (Meaning late afternoon) and start laughing. Alright, enjoy this chapter because after this and the next chapter you will never see Demyx again! Oh also, random note: Yes, Axel's hand IS where you're all thinking (On Demyx's ass) but he doesn't realize it. Alrighty, on with the chappy.

Disclaimer: I'm 16, for god's sake. Do you really think I could own a video game?


Axel opened the door to find a slightly rumpled and dazed-looking Demyx. He was glaring daggers at the grinning redhead for waking him up this early.

Axel stepped aside and let the tall blonde inside.

Demyx dragged himself over to the couch and plopped down with a dull thunk. "So, remind me again why I came over here at 3:00 in the morning?"

The redhead sat down beside him. "I wanted to apologize, remember? I just didn't want to do it over the phone, would've seemed impersonal, ya know?"

The blonde teen stared at him. "Please don't tell me you made me come over here just for that little short apology."

"I'm sorry." The next thing Demyx knew, Axel had gathered him into a tight embrace. "I can't do this over the phone. I'm really, really, sorry Dem. Can you ever forgive me for being such an ass?"

Demyx blushed a deep crimson. Luckily, Axel didn't see it. "L-like I could ever stay mad at you," he faltered, smiling slightly.

"No," Axel said quietly near his ear, "You've never been able to stay mad at me, have you? Not even when we were little when I pushed you off that jungle gym and broke your leg. You forgave me only after a day of being mad. Dem, you've always been there for me and I just want you to know that not once did I ever stop being thankful for it." He squeezed him tighter, if that were possible. "It was horrible how I treated you, and for you to come here and accept my apology like this…thank you. Thank you so much, Demyx."

Demyx was sitting still, in a daze. It wasn't just that Axel was so close, it was that Axel was close AND breathing in his ear AND trying so hard to make up with him. Not to mention the interesting place he had placed one of his hands. Did he even notice? "Um…uh, Axel? Is Roxas…is he still around?"

Through their contact, Demyx could feel Axel stiffen. "Uh…well, yeah, but…he's asleep right now."

Demyx sighed and pulled away from the hug, Axel arms offering a slight resistance. "I…I gotta go."

"What? But Dem you only just got here." The hands on his back tightened their grip. "At least stay the night. You don't really want to walk home in the dark do you?"

"I'll deal with it."

"Dem…"

"Look, just let me go, alright?" He tried to pull away, but Axel's grip was surprisingly strong. "Axel, let go!"

"No, I'm not going to just let you go without an explanation." He pulled Demyx a bit closer, causing him to blush slightly. Luckily, Axel didn't notice. "What problem do you have with Roxas?"

Demyx blinked, wondering how he should answer that. I could always lie. But what could I say? I just don't like him? That sounds dumb even in my head. Although, telling the truth could end up more disastrous. Oh geez he's gonna wonder what's taking me so long. Say something, you idiot. Anything

"…I'm jealous of him."

Anything except THAT!! My god, you damn idiot, what did I say about the truth? What did I just say!?

"Jealous?" Axel frowned. "Because…? Dem, you know you're my best friend and nothing is ever going to change that."

"That's not…why I'm jealous of him."

No! Stop right now! Dangerous waters, my friend! Little red flag going up!

"It's not?" Axel frowned. "Then why are you jealous?"

"Because…" Demyx paused. "Because he gets you. He gets your time and your love…everything…" He could feel his face heat up and knew it must be dark red by now.

"Dem…?"

Demyx placed a hand over the redhead's mouth. "Axel, I…"

Don't say it! For the love of god don't say it!!

"I love you."

There was a short pause before Axel frowned and grasped Demyx's wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth. "Well, I love you too, Demyx. Why did you…?"

"No, I don't…" Demyx stared at him exasperatedly, "I don't mean like that, Axel."

"Then what do you mean?"

His density is saving you! As long as you don't say anything else, you can avoid this. You can keep your friendship and he never has to know.

Demyx heaved a deep sigh. "It's…nothing, forget it."

"What?!" Axel's eyebrows had shot up his face. "What do you mean, forget it? How can I just forget that after you were so serious about it?"

"Please move your hands."

"No!" Axel only pulled Demyx back towards him, in another crushing embrace. "I'm not going to let you go until you tell me what's going on."

This time, the blonde struggled and squirmed, trying to get out, trying to avoid the tension that hung thick in the air between them. "Axel, let me go!"

The redhead didn't answer him, just kept up his tight hold. By this time, Demyx was more than a little pissed off and eager to get out of this position.

"You wanna know the truth?" he practically screamed, "Well, here it is: I fucking love you! And not just as a friend! No, I love you as in I'm IN love with you! As in I can't stop thinking about you no matter how fucking hard I try! As in I masturbate to your face all the time and I've had wet dreams over you since I was 14! Is that clear enough for you to understand?!"

Axel's grip went lax and Demyx took this opportunity to move. But, instead of moving to the far end of the couch or even leaving, Demyx only moved a little ways away, so he was looking right into the redhead's face. "Do you understand now?" He whispered softly. Axel nodded dazedly, his eyes wide and unblinking as of yet.

"Good." Demyx wasted no time in closing the space between them, crashing his lips haphazardly against Axel's.

No, no you can't do that! Look at him, he's completely freaked out! Just pull back now and leave, it could be so easy! Just one little bit of willpower…

But Demyx was way too far gone by now to listen to the voice of reason. He pushed Axel back on the couch, still kissing him even though it was obvious the redhead wasn't responding. Giving up on his mouth, he moved down to his neck and began to start leaving marks. He bit down particularly hard on one spot and Axel let out a loud cry of pain. Almost like a switch was thrown, Demyx realized where he was and what he was doing. This was AXEL, his best friend. Sure, he had fantasized about this for years now but it was never okay to…oh, god, what had he done?

Demyx jumped up quickly and retreated to the far end of the couch. "God, Axel, I…I'm so, so sorry. I don't…I didn't…oh, god…" He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in the denim of his jeans. "Don't hate me. Please don't hate me, I didn't mean to…"

He stopped as he felt hands run through his hair. Timidly, he lifted his head to find a smiling Axel. He seemed fine, other than the fact that he had several red marks on his neck. He leaned his face in close to Demyx's own.

"It's okay," the redhead breathed, his breath grazing across the pink lips. Before the blonde could say anything, Axel had pressed his lips to Demyx's.

The younger teen's eyes widened, but soon fluttered closed. THIS is what he had always fantasized about. This is what he really wanted.

Demyx moaned as a tongue found its way into his mouth, entwining with his own. A hand was underneath his shirt, roaming, warming his skin. Feeling like he should give something back, the blonde arched up into Axel's hips. He immediately smirked when he found that Axel was hard. This would be fun.

Roxas sat next to the door, staring through a gap in the door that had a perfect vantage point of the living room. He had been listening in on Demyx and Axel's conversation since the beginning and a few times he had been slightly surprised by what had happened, especially when the older blonde had said he was jealous of him, Roxas. But nothing surprised him more than Demyx's outburst.

That is, not until Demyx started to kiss the redhead. When he did that, Roxas felt an unexpected flare of possessiveness that he hadn't known existed. How dare that idiot blonde do that to Axel? It was obvious to anyone that the redhead didn't want it. Yep, the poor guy was just in shock. Any second now, he would throw Demyx off him and start wondering what the hell he was doing. Yep, it was only a matter of time.

But that wasn't what happened. Instead, Demyx got off of him own accord. And he looked…guilty? Strange. Well, it didn't matter. Soon, Axel would get up and tell Demyx that he should probably go home, then he could go to bed and Roxas could go to bed and everything would be fine.

But…that wasn't what happened. No, instead Axel got up and kissed him back. He kissed him back! Why would he do that, didn't that dirty blonde just practically jump him?

For some reason, seeing Axel initiate it made him feel strange. His chest was tight and he felt…heavy? And he was…now this was really weird…he was sad. No, not just sad. Horribly, crushingly depressed. The only other time he had felt this was when Sora died.

He began to realize that he was shaking and it took him a minute to realize he was crying. He reached a hand up to his eyes and tried to wipe the tears away but they would stop. They were coming strong and plentiful, with no end in sight.

As he wiped helplessly at his eyes, a rather loud sob escaped his lips. So busy was he trying to stop the tears that he didn't even think that the two in the living room might hear him.

Axel paused in his ministrations of leaving bite marks all over Demyx's bare chest. "Did you hear that?"

"Nnnn? Hear what?" Demyx's face was flushed and his eyes were swimming with lust, down to half-mast and dark.

Axel was half-tempted to ignore whatever it had been and continue with molesting the blonde, but he could have sworn it came from Roxas' room…

"I'll be right back," Axel said regretfully, earning a disapproving whine from Demyx. He got of slowly, trying not to disturb his arousal. However, it brushed against Demyx's upraised knee and he hissed, pausing. Again, he considered just ignoring it, but he knew he couldn't do that. So, being more careful this time, he climbed off the couch and walked the short distance to Roxas' room.

When he opened the door and looked inside, he had a moment of panic when he saw the young teen wasn't in bed. But when he heard a sob come from the doorway, he realized that Roxas had been spying on them. He was curled up, knees up to his chest and chin buried in them. Tears were flowing unchecked down his cheeks, thought from the state of his pajama shirt he had tried to wipe them away.

Axel crouched down beside him, hissing again as he disturbed his erection. "Roxas? Why are you crying?"

The blonde looked up at him with red puffy eyes, sparkling from the tears. "I…I don't…I don't know, Axel. I don't know why…I just started and…then I couldn't stop and…" he buried his face in his knees again, trying to quiet the sobs but failing.

"Hey, hey," Axel pulled him into a hug, Demyx and his erection forgotten for the moment. "It's alright," he said, stroking his hair, "It's alright, I'm here now. You just keep crying until it's over, okay?"

Roxas nodded into Axel's chest, but he doubted the redhead realized it. Huh, he thought vaguely, This seems…kinda familiar.

It took a while, but eventually Roxas had cried himself to sleep in Axel's arms. Axel picked him up and carried him over to his bed. He stared down at his face, which was tear-stained and dirty. It's the same as before. Back in the hospital, when he had had that fight with his dad. But things were…a lot less complicated then.

Although his erection had long since softened, Axel's body still felt more than ready to go back into the living room and finish what he'd started. But he knew that couldn't happen. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. Roxas had been spying on them and had seen everything that had happened. There was no doubt in his mind why the blonde had started crying, and if he let himself continue with Demyx he would never forgive himself. Unable to resist, Axel kissed Roxas' cheek gently and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Demyx was sitting up now, flipping through the channels on the TV. He looked up when Axel came into the room and smiled. "Hey."

It was obvious Demyx had gone soft too. His eyes no longer held that lustful look and his face had long since lost the flush, leaving it as pale as always. But it was also obvious that he was more than ready to pick up where they left off.

Axel sighed and sat down. "Look, Demyx…"

But the blonde wasn't listening. He had moved over to where Axel was and was shamelessly nibbling on his ear. Axel whimpered a bit and leaned into it, but caught himself.

"N-no!" He pushed the blonde away. "We can't…"

Demyx looked hurt. "What do you mean we can't? You were pretty into it before, what's the difference now?"

Axel looked away, but Demyx could read the silence. "It's because of him, isn't it? Roxas."

"Dem, it's just…" Axel ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "When I went in there, he was crying. He said he didn't know why. Well, he'd been spying on us and…Dem, I think he likes me. And it upset him to see us together."

He glanced at Demyx, who had an incredulous look on his face. "So, that's it? You're gonna ignore your own wants just because he had some little crush on you? Axel, you're spoiling him!"

"I know, okay? I know."

"This isn't necessary, you know. He's just a brat and has you wrapped around his little finger. Axel, you've gotta make a choice right now: Is it gonna be him, or…me?"

There was a long silence while Axel stared at the floor. Demyx scowled and stood up. "Fine. I see how it is." He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, the scowl still set firmly on his face. He stalked over to the door and stole one more glance over his shoulder. The redhead was still sitting on the couch, slumped over, making no motions to stop him.

The blonde shook his head disappointedly. "I thought you were better than this, Axel." With that, he left, closing the door softly behind him.