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Day 22
Prompt: #163: Loafing (500 words)
Song: Kerli – Sugar
Characters: Demyx, Axel
Unofficially set during the Riptide timeline.
(non-explicit/implied NSFW - headphones advised for song)
Whoever had said Nobodies couldn't feel was either a liar or a fool.
Maybe they couldn't process emotions properly, maybe they had trouble sorting through the fog that encased where their hearts should have been, but if the feeling was strong enough it would shine through like starlight through clouds. He knew this – was sure that Axel must have, too, to some degree – because the tightening in the pit of his stomach as a hot tongue traced the curves of his neck was more than just a physical reaction.
Not that he couldn't feel physical responses, of course, but if it had only ever been about the heat in his veins, the white light behind his eyes, then he was certain he could have found the same thing elsewhere. Could have done it himself, even. And if it had only ever been about the way breath hitched and hands shook whenever he raked his nails down a burn-scarred back, then there certainly wouldn't have been a trail of gentle kisses across his face afterwards. There wouldn't have been the quiet murmur of his name in his ear, nor the arms wrapped around his waist like he would disintegrate were he to be let go.
And even if there wasn't anything as deep as love that kept bringing them back to each other, then there was, at the very least, a fondness. They were each others' favorites, the ones they didn't share with anyone else in the Organization. They didn't share each other, and they didn't share themselves.
That had to count for something, right?
Demyx sighed, burying his face in Axel's shoulder as the fire-wielder tightened his fingers against Demyx's hip. Their movements were lazy, sluggish – soft caresses through the tingling haze brought on by the past few minutes. Nothing hurried. Nothing frantic or rushed. Only lingering, teasing, slow-building.
With a low hum and brush of lips behind Demyx's ear, Axel shifted, slipped his ungloved hand from the waistband of Demyx's pants. His fingers stayed, though, up under black leather, running along the jut of Demyx's hipbone almost tenderly.
Water and Fire were supposed to be opposites, weren't supposed to fit together so perfectly. They should have clashed, should have destroyed each other the way everyone else expected them to. But they didn't. Water and Fire created something hot and clinging and perfect. So Demyx played the fool, let them assign him to solo recon missions where he could sit and hide and watch the worlds outside the Castle and observe.
An easy job, by all accounts. Almost fun even. Something he could slack at – or possibly even do in just the span of an afternoon if it meant spending the ages before twilight in a place far from the Organization's prying eyes. So he played dumb. And no one suspected because no one could ever guess that, left alone with the promise of Axel's hands against his skin, Demyx's missions were always completed with hours and hours to spare...
Woooooow okay, I swear this was supposed to be a cute little AU thing where Demyx couldn't concentrate at work because he and Axel had a date that night. But then Sugar came on my mp3 player and suddenly... this happened? We went from fluff to implied... alleyway... handjobs? And it doesn't even properly match the prompt?
What am I doing with my life...