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"Heart and Soul" and the general wrongness
that is "Heart and Soul" are completely copyright Orin Drake 2006.
Square-Enix and Disney own Kingdom Hearts, Kingdom Hearts 2 and the characters
contained within... but I wish I did. I wish a lot of things, though.
I wish donuts fell from the sky on occasion. But not all the time,
'cause that'd kinda suck.

        Background:
Hey, third chapter! And some... more insane freakiness, actually.
I had no idea what was going on when I wrote it, and I'm not sure I do
now that I've read it over and edited it several times. But that's
okay.

Hearts and Soul: Ache

by Orin Drake

        Axel
was glad for the constant night of The World That Never Was. Made
it just a little more fun to sneak away from the castle and wander the
streets, enjoying the darkness. Granted, if anyone were actually
looking for him, it was useless to attempt to hide in the shadows... but
he could believe that he might escape, for a while.

        It
came as a true and honest shock to catch a glimpse of blond hair as he
was passing one of the familiar narrow alleys. He skidded to a halt,
backing up quickly--almost disappointed to see Demyx. Though, chancing
a lingering glance... the musician didn't quite look himself. He
was leaning against a wall with his head down, soaked with rain and seeming...
terribly sad. Unnaturally sad, considering his usual disposition.
Pathetically sad, even.

        Honestly,
Axel was hoping he could dart away and pretend not to have seen.
It was just a little too disturbing to witness the blond in that state.
Damn him, though... he lifted his foot to slowly back away, but
damn him... he just... damn him. With a sigh, he surrendered
to that goddamn nagging whatever the hell in his head and called
out quietly. "Hey... um... Y'alright there, Dem?"

        Immediately
upon hearing the voice, the other Nobody straightened, looking startled.
Realizing it was the fire mage--not any of the others, who'd have come
only to take advantage of his weakness--he cleared his throat slightly
and managed the dull shadow of a ridiculously fake smile. "Yeah,
fine. Thanks for asking."

        He
should have walked away. There and then, he should have told their
ninth member to stay away from him, never to talk to him again, or thrown
a chakram and taken off and
run. Something in the redhead's
gut twisted. Something was so beyond wrong, beyond the wrongness
that had ever existed in him before... and he didn't want to acknowledge
it; certainly didn't want to know about it. Tearing, splitting--things
were rending apart and he couldn't even open his mouth to order a halt.

        Demyx
could sense Axel's desire to run... but it didn't matter. He... he
had to talk to someone... He simply could not look up to meet
the other's eyes. "I... I ran into Sora. In the Underworld."

        Bile.
Bile and stomach cramps. "Oh." Out of control, already overpowering--worlds
were crashing down...

        "I
asked Roxas to come home, but... Sora didn't understand." Demyx's
voice was quivering, slightly.

        Axel
only wanted to run away. He was getting that feeling again, that
awful feeling of inescapable horror--like a nightmare. A nightmare
he couldn't escape from, brought to life. More real than when he
was alive. He wouldn't be allowed to wake up this time...

        Hysterical.
That's what anyone, Nobody or otherwise, would have called the blond--and
he absolutely knew that. But he just... he couldn't stop it, already
too far, too late, too much, too heavy, too agonizing... He couldn't
keep the ranting away from his own mind, spilling too heavily from his
lips. All the thoughts he'd been having over the past several hours,
his own waking nightmare encasing him. Sora's very presence had triggered
something awful. "What are we? I'm... I'm not even me,
y'know? I'm... dead. I should be dead. So why...
why aren't I? Why can't I be? Why am I scared to be?"

        The
fire mage wanted nothing more than to beg--the prideful and proud Flurry
of Dancing Flames would have easily given in to falling to his knees and
pleading--Don't do this. Stop, please stop. He couldn't.
He couldn't move. The very madness that was overcoming the musician
seemed to be the same thing forcing his feet against the ground, his mouth
shut.

        Demyx
almost felt as if his thoughts, his words--his very emotions--weren't even
quite his own. They were, of course they were--but not his.
They were his
Other's. No longer holding back, no longer in
control, he was overcome by... passion. Yelling. Screaming.
Demanding and vicious and angry. "Why did she have to die, Axel?!
What the fuck did she ever do to anyone?! Why should she die and
I have to live with the memories?! I never did anything to
deserve this!"

        His
stomach dropped heavily to the ground, nearly taking his legs with it.
No. No, he couldn't take the information he was gaining, couldn't
possibly listen or process or
want to understand--

        Insanity.
Absolute and raw insanity. Those were unquestionably tears
in Demyx's eyes even in the rain, balled-up fists trying in vain to made
them stop. It shouldn't be possible. He didn't want
it to be possible. "Why wasn't I strong enough? Why didn't
I fight harder? I should have been watching my back, I should have
been watching--"

        "Shut
up!" the redhead managed to yell over him, taking advantage of the surprised
glance by hitting Demyx hard across the face. He didn't mean to hurt
him, would never have intentionally wounded him, but... but he had
to get him to stop...

        The
effect was immediate and brutal; the musician was already too far on the
edge to feel the pain, but the instinct to retaliate burned too brightly
to ignore. Axel only understood that he'd been knocked off his feet
when he fell hard against the cobblestones, letting out a gasping sound
of pain.

        The
blond was on him in a heartbeat, pinning him to the ground, both hands
fisting around the neck of his coat as if somehow that would keep him anchored.
"What did
you lose, Axel?" he demanded, cold savageness replacing
any of the Demyx that the Organization had ever known. "Why don't
you
want to remember?"

        "Get
off..!" his voice broke, and he knew it. No hearts, no emotions...
Yeah, right. He was pretty damn sure what he was feeling right then
was crushing, consuming
terror. "Get off of me."
He tried again, feeling himself shake. That wasn't Number Nine. No
way was that Demyx anywhere within those raging eyes...

        His
voice dropped, becoming far too soft for the madness enveloping him.
"What can't you face, Axel?"

        "Stop
it." He hated himself. How he hated himself for being
so weak. He couldn't bring himself to call his chakrams. He
just couldn't lash out at the other and purposefully wound, hurt, destroy--

        "Tell
me." It had become a plea. All of the rage and pain bled away,
suddenly focussed on certain desperation.

        The
redhead knew that he was breathing heavily, though he wasn't quite certain
why. Flickers of images, sounds, smells--strange things were starting
to eat at his consciousness. "I don't know."

        "You're
lying." Hissed and very matter-of-fact.

        Axel's
emerald eyes squeezed shut tightly against the assault of what could only
be memories. "I don't remember!"

        "By
choice." Insisted, accused.

        He
swallowed a scream in his throat, shaking his head violently to purge the
things he didn't want to know. "Demyx! Dammit, stop!"
His eyes opened with venom--softening quickly. The musician's gaze
was a step beyond pleading, needy and hurting and aching for...
something...

        "Hurt
me, Axel." He whispered, trembling. "Please. Make me
feel. Make me hurt and forget..."

        The
change was remarkable. The other Nobody was spiraling completely
out of control. And, worse... out of reach. "N-not like that."

        "Please."
Demyx begged, his entire body shaking more violently. He needed proof...
he needed to feel something, to know he existed--somehow
everything he'd just been through made him feel more empty than he thought
he ever had, made him realize that things could never be as they were...
"Or you can pretend I'm Rox--"

        "Roxas
is gone." It hurt to speak. Tore him up inside to admit.
"We... we both have to... accept that."

        It
seemed to work, seemed to wake the blond a little from his raving insanity.
"You don't believe that."

        Seeing
through the lie... it disturbed him a little. "No." He admitted,
the truth burning him worse than any fire. It would be so much simpler
if he could believe everything was over, that what was done was done and
there was nothing he could ever do... but he didn't. There was still
a chance to see Roxas again... and maybe to get him back. Damn the
consequences. "But... you aren't Roxas. And you... don't have
to... hurt to feel."

        It
was true. He knew that, he did, but... sometimes he just couldn't
pretend anymore. Sometimes all of that awful stuff he'd been
covering up just... exploded... "I'm sorry." Only the ghost
of a whisper as he lowered his head and looked away. "I didn't mean...
I'm sorry."

        Axel
wasn't feeling himself, obviously. It wasn't like him at all,
but... the kid was so busted up inside... "Hey, it's..." He
actually bothered to search for words of comfort that he may have heard
in life. "It's gonna be alright."

        "Yeah."
But he didn't sound convinced.

        "Hey."

        "Yeah?"

        "Smile,
Dem."

        He
surprised them both when he did so, albeit tentative. It was probably...
kind of a dumb move on his part, but... seeing as how he was already on
top of the firestarter, he thought he may as well use him like a big pillow,
relaxing. When the only protest he got was a faint grunt at the unexpectedness
of the action, he felt a little more settled. "I am sorry."
He admitted carefully.

        "I
know." Axel responded with a sigh. "I... I guess I kinda understand.
A little."

        The
musician nodded, cheek pressed against the redhead's shoulder. It
was just... nice to be there. No one else would have let him do that...
not that he wanted to be near anyone else in the Organization.
"Just hurts."

        The
fire mage would have become extremely aggravated if he'd consciously realized
he'd let a hand rest on the blond's shoulder. He was too busy trying
to keep the crashing thoughts away, the slivers of what could very well
have been memories that he did not want back. It was becoming harder
and harder to hold them at bay, those closer they all came to destruction.

        "Do
you dream?" Demyx asked after a long moment, timid.

        It
actually took a few seconds to find the answer. "I think I do."
He wasn't really sure if he always had... or at least he didn't remember
anything resembling dreaming until after Roxas left... That seemed
odd, somehow.

        "What
do you dream?" the blond pressed ever so carefully.

        "I'm
not sure." Axel responded, surprising himself with his own honesty.
"I wake up and I don't remember." What he didn't want to say, but
what he was uncomfortably certain that Demyx already knew, was that sometimes
he woke up sweating. Hot and cold and panicked with a scream threatening
to tear from his throat if only he'd take a breath and let it happen.
He didn't. He couldn't.

        "That
proves it, though." The musician insisted confidently, lifting his
head to meet the pyro's eyes. "We couldn't dream without some
heart."

        The
redhead managed to keep a shudder at bay. "Why are you still trying
to convince me?"

        "You
need convincing!" Demyx smiled a little.

        He
sincerely couldn't help the weak grin spreading across his lips.
It was almost enough to quell his stomach. "You mean you still
need convincing."

        The
blond pretended to pout. "I'm gathering evidence."

        What
followed was the silence of those trying to forget. Those days before
the Organization members had started dropping like flies may not have been
particularly bright, but they weren't as... cold. Despite
the knowledge that they would someday have to do battle for their lives,
there wasn't so much of the concern of nonexistence. They'd all believed
Xemnas and his mad obsession with being whole again... but the realization
that the Superior was just as lost and desperate--and completely insane--as
the rest of them did not sit well. It was no wonder everyone else
was still in denial... or at least found some other way to deal.

        It
was a strange time. A strange time full of strange occurrences, and
moods that were stranger still. The possibility that they were all
marching toward their death was far too real. It was... uncomfortable.
In truth, it was... painful.

        Release
was what they both needed. A moment to forget. Or at the very
least ignore everything for the merest breadth of time. And, since
they
both needed release, both needed a moment's feigned
ignorance...

        The
sudden removal of the hand that had been resting on his shoulder made Demyx
look up, a worried expression on his face. He'd really hoped that
Axel wouldn't mind a moment of just kinda... being close. He'd been
hit enough times by the other Organization members for being in their space
for too long, inviting himself to do too much... rejection from the firestarter
would be devastating--

        Axel
gave a mild grin, reaching to pull his own gloves off. "I won't make
you hurt, but..." he gave the blond a hungry gaze, "I could
make you feel really good." Besides... he was kinda owed top after
last time.

        The
musician swallowed hard. He... wasn't used to that kind of an offer.
Hell, he wasn't used to offers at all. Things that were consensual
and could potentially be turned down were a bit of a rarity for a Nobody.
"C-could you..?"

        Nervous
like a virgin. The thought made the redhead chuckle a bit, reaching
to unzip Demy's coat. "Absolutely."

        The
musician pulled back a little, looking uncertain. He knew what he'd
done, not that long ago... and though they seemed to retain companionship,
it was still... it was something he fully expected to be punished for.
Even as his coat was parted, carefully. Even as a warm hand moved
under the threadbare shirt he wore beneath it, fingertips tickling the
flesh ever so slightly.   "I d-don't... I'm not sure I..."

        "S'okay."
The firestarter sloughed off. If a Nobody learned anything very quickly,
it was that they had to deal with pain and crazy. "I get it.
Wish I could do it myself, sometimes, but..." he trailed off, not really
even knowing what he was trying to say. He shook it off, shaking
his head slightly. "Relax."

        The
rain picked a funny moment to pour in torrents upon them. (Though
Axel suspected it was not entirely the rain at work.) It was
cool and wet and heavy, and a perfect distraction for the redhead to roll
so that he was finally on top, pushing the coat open even further and pulling
the shirt up--then he just watched. Watched the rain slide over the
skin, pattering hard against flesh but not so hard as to hurt. He
watched the blonde's hair sink a little, stick to his face. Watched
what perhaps used to be tears wash away with the rain. Funny how
that was all he let himself remember; rain. He'd always loved the
rain, despite his more natural element.

        "Axel..?"
the voice was soft, wide deep jade eyes looking concerned.

        He
snapped out of his thoughts, plastering a decently realistic grin across
his face and leaning back to unzip his own coat, thrown off his shoulders
instantly. Couldn't think about it, couldn't let himself linger on
things better left buried, abandoned. He dodged with a very subtle
change of subject. "Can you breathe with all that rain in your face?"

        "Oh,
I'm fine!" Demyx looked as bright as always, hands utterly shameless as
they unfastened both of their pants.

        "Impressive."
The redhead quipped. His hair was drooping, spikes dripping, a weight
upon his head... strangely appropriate, though he certainly didn't want
to say so. Instead, he rocked back and stood up, quickly sliding
the pants down his legs. "Boots on?"

        "Oh,
let's live a little." The musician laughed a bit. "No boots!"

        Axel
shook his head, astounded. Two heartless half-beings that shouldn't
be possible, on a non-existent cobblestone alley in a world that wasn't
real, fighting against their heads filled with the idea that they had no
emotions, about to screw in a downpour--and they were both quite enjoying
it. If you were still here, Rox, you'd call us both loons and be done
with us. It was a bittersweet thought--and not one he could dwell
on. Not-so-gentle yanks got the boots off of his feet before he crouched
and started tugging at Demyx's.

        While
the blond retained some slight nervousness, he certainly wasn't shy.
As Axel worked on his footwear, he sat up and slid out of the coat, letting
it fall back to the ground as a cover over the rough cobblestones.
His shirt was pulled over his head and tossed somewhere over his shoulder
before he supported himself on his hands for easier pant removal.

        The
fire mage actually laughed when he looked at the sight. Demyx
drenched in rain, naked and grinning like he'd just discovered the goddamn
secret of life, was... infectious.

        "You
want me..." a quiet murmur that didn't even carry above the rain; words
of wonder, amazement and something akin to both shock and enthrallment.
The words did not quite form a question, nor quite a statement; not even
meant to have been uttered, and yet... There was the lightest flicker
of an unmasked smile on his face with that very thought.

        Axel
wasn't quite sure he heard, and certainly wasn't about to pause and take
the time to understand--he placed both hands on the blond's shoulders and
pressed him down against the coat, nuzzling the damp, cool skin of his
neck. He felt the sigh below him rather than heard it, gently prodding
the slender legs apart with his own knee and giving a light nip to that
pale expanse of shoulder before resting between them. He stared down
at the slightly parted lips, allowing his mind to wander for only a moment;
he used to kiss Roxas.

        "You
don't have to..." another whisper from the musician, thinking nothing of
that confusing ability to pick up on the other's thoughts from time to
time. When they were "spoken" loudly enough... He wasn't even
aware it happened, really.

        The
redhead would never have admitted such a thing, and found himself a little
annoyed that he was even thinking it... he wanted to kiss
Demyx. But not to pretend he was Roxas. And not to replace
the memory of Roxas, either. He shoved the near-realization away,
burying it like everything else he didn't care to think about. There
were other things to spend time on, better things to be doing--one of which
causing the blond below him to moan in a musical sort of way.

        He
wasn't used to being touched so delicately, nor was he quite expecting
a hand to wrap so firmly around his arousal and start stroking immediately.
Mouth open to gasp, his eyes closed on their own as an entirely too-hot
tongue languidly began to lap against his chest.

        Axel
was delighting in the reactions--shivers, the twitch of each muscle under
his assault--and most specifically, the sounds. The noises the blond
made were like sung hymns from far above, voice of a nonexistent angel.
He pulled back just enough to grin. "Beautiful." He commented
to himself, drowned out by growling thunder. An insane request came
to mind as he breathed with purpose across the musician's pulse.
"Sing for me."

        Sing..?
He didn't understand--until the tongue trailed lower, teasing his abdomen
and then his navel with careful nips acting as pauses for breath.
The firestarter was tuning him in preparation to play him like an instrument...
Realizing what was meant, he could only nod furiously as the heat rested
a mere hair's breadth away from what had suddenly become the center of
his being--

        "Sing
for me..." the redhead repeated, lips ghosting the silken flesh beneath,
never quite kissing, not quite even touching...

        When
Demyx's mouth next opened, his voice was a lovely, though slightly shaky,
lingering note.
Words were not coming, but there was still music
from his voice.

        Axel
shivered, glad that the jade eyes were closed against it. The other
Nobody's voice wasn't at all like his sitar--the strings were often picked
in fast precision, several strings at once all working themselves into
a melodic storm. His voice, however... it was smooth and full, moving
slowly over his senses. To his knowledge, Demyx normally did not
sing. It was a shame.

        The
next ringing note caught harshly when moist warmth enveloped him.
He shuddered in pleasure, feeling his body heat along with it. The
raindrops seemed colder, then--but it made for the perfect play against
his skin. Cool rain over a too-warm body was as perfect as the odd
song weaving in his head. What he wouldn't have given for his sitar
right then and there--

        Wrapping
his tongue around the base of the shaft brought another strangled, musical
cry, and Axel could not be more proud of learning his instrument in such
a short period of time. It was fortunate, considering his disappearing
patience. He pulled away slowly, letting his tongue roam across the
length as he went. Crawling up the body beneath, letting himself
lay down against it, chest against chest, need against need--the rain was
particularly necessary to keep them both from burning. Without thought,
he pressed their lips together.

        It
was a surprise, actually. Taking a breath for the next desperate
note, he'd noticed only that he was unable to fill his lungs at first--realizing
why knocked the rest of his breath away. That heat was filling
his mouth, tongues meeting--rough and smooth and forceful and delicate,
burning, purging... When the other's mouth pulled away, Demyx rushed
to catch it again, arms wrapping around the fire mage's shoulders and bringing
him back down.

        Axel
managed what may have been the beginning of a surprised curse, melting
with even more surprise into the kiss initiated from below. Hearts
or no hearts, it certainly made him believe that passion could run
through them. Suddenly he was more than ready to finalize their encounter.
Pulling away was hard... but by far not the hardest thing about the situation.
The very thought made him chuckle as he spoke. "Got any..?"
He hadn't really felt the need to carry some variation of "emergency lubricant"
for those wonderful surprise fucks in a random hallway for quite some time.

        Demyx's
eyes twinkled, a playful bit of mischievousness brewing within them.
"It's raining, isn't it?"

        His
head tilted slightly. Water was certainly no lubricant... though,
the musician did control the element. Well, if he insisted.
Gazing up, he took a steadying breath as the water coursed down his body
and over his aching arousal, not flinching a bit with the cold nor the
heavy raindrops. True, he did wish Roxas was there with him... but
only to help continue drawing music from the other's voice.

        No
matter. They were there, and they were in need of some damn
release. Axel crouched over the musician, pulling his legs up and
further apart slowly, lightly running his palms along the smooth thighs.
"Keep singing." He requested softly.

        Jade
eyes closed, breath coming faster with the knowledge of what would come.
A soft moan evolved into a hum, then an all-out cry of pain and pleasure
when the firestarter began to press the head of his arousal against his
unprepared entrance.

        The
redhead grinned, glad to see the reaction to his tease. He pulled
back a bit to catch rain in his palm and prepare the Nobody beneath--

        "N-no..."
the blonde gasped. "Keep going."

        The
request surprised him. Of all the people he hadn't expected to appreciate
that kind of pain... "Are you sure?"

        Demyx
nodded, humming in his throat. "Used to it..." he seemed to admit
secretly. "But I... I trust you..."

        Despite
his attempt at keeping his expression neutral, Axel's eyes widened.
He felt like he'd just been hit in the face. And, very oddly... he
wasn't pissed off about it for some reason. He left the sentiment
without comment, instead shifting a little closer to the musician to honor
his request. Again pressing himself against the entrance of that
tight heat, he very nearly caught himself humming along with the long note
torn from the blond beneath. Pressing harder, the tone changed and
warbled until it finally broke altogether as the head made its way inside.

        There
was a pause, allowing Demyx a breath. He took his opportunity, lungs
filling an instant before the burning erupted within him as he was slowly
filled, causing his fists to clench harder on the coat underneath.
Somewhere in the back of his mind came the realization that he was still
wearing his gloves--not that it mattered in the slightest. Caught
in a desperate trap between pain and pleasure, suffocating memories and
promises that could never be made, his mind turned blank--and a song came
through the thoughtless swirl of sensation.

        "Quell
this ache..." the firestarter recognized the words somehow. It
was a smooth, guttural language that he was sure he'd never heard before,
but he understood the words... I can't. He replied
silently, finally sliding all the way inside with the utmost care.
But I can distract us, for a while.

        Demyx
paused for long enough to gasp, pain and pleasure blending as his throat
constricted for a moment around the feeling. As Axel pulled away
slowly, sliding nearly all the way outside again, his song continued mindlessly.

        "My
heart's on the mend..." the redhead heard, that same foreign language
that he was certain he'd never learned. It was bad--it was bad because
he understood, but the voice from which it came was so fucking beautiful.
Looking down into the rain-drenched face, eyes tightly closed, head back,
mouth open, that lithe body glistening with raindrops and nonexistent light...
he
was fucking beautiful, too. Beautiful like Roxas, because what rested
right under the surface... was death. Finality. Destruction.
The musician merely hid it better than the rest.

        "I'm
no longer pretending..." came the next eloquent wail with the first
torturously slow thrust, "That I have a soul..."

        Axel
tried desperately not to listen, trying to block the words that he shouldn't
have even known from his mind. Eyes closed, he concentrated on the
tight heat thoroughly surrounding him, the feel of water that did not seem
to quite act like water as it made the slide easier. It was
beautiful. It was beautiful, but the song was wrong...

        "I
love you and I want to learn to resist you..." Those lines would
have given the fire mage pause had he not been so single-mindedly intent
upon purging their meaning from his mind. He attempted a different
tactic instead; shifting his legs to take a better stance in order to drill
the blond senseless.

        That
seemed to work. Demyx's words drowned in a series of musical cries,
the sudden speeding pace throwing off all of his rhythm. Not that
he would have complained even if he'd found a way to do so; the long, flowering
operatics of the musician's earlier vocals had become fast, pure staccatos
of sound. A different song for a different mood.

        Screwing
him to silence. Axel willed himself to laugh, but he was already
working too hard on other matters at hand. Angle, for instance.
Damned if he was going to cum first--and he felt it edging toward him at
quite an alarming speed.

        Lucky
for both of them, the musician wasn't far off either. His legs were
pulled even further apart, pulled in closer, body resting somewhat half
in the redhead's lap and half still on his coat. Panting, gasping,
moaning, calling, needing--and then it stopped. Demyx winced at first,
thinking perhaps something terrible had happened or there'd been a change
of mind, but... when seconds passed by, he finally opened his eyes.
They widened with the intensity they saw in the emerald orbs gazing back.

        If
there was one thing Number Eight had, it was instinct. He moved by
instinct, gauging things with his senses and then allowing whatever partial
instinct or magic or whatever the fuck he had to lead him the rest of the
way. Instinct had made him pause--then grasp the Melodious Nocturne's
hands. Still curled into fists in surprise rather than simple aching
pleasure, it took a moment to get their grip to relax. Ignoring the
increasingly puzzled look he was getting, he merely peeled the gloves off
and tossed them elsewhere.

        It
was well beyond comprehensible. The blond didn't understand, much
less see the point--until he was lifted up, still fully impaled, bringing
his chest up against Axel's. On instinct, he wrapped his arms around
the other's neck, legs wrapping over hips and around.

        It
felt like a strangely forbidden thing for both of them. They were
well aware that the first encounter in an alley was... impersonal, to say
the least. In the rain, they'd stripped many layers in many ways...
and being completely naked in so very many senses seemed only natural to
that end.

        Demyx
allowed himself to run his naked hands along the firestarter's back and
shoulders, eliciting a moan from both as the rocking began anew.
Axel lead, but the musician was quick to follow, bouncing to a rhythm they
seemed to agree upon. The angle was perfect, the low breaths into
the redhead's ears were excellent; they toppled at some undetermined point,
completely and totally spent without really even knowing what had gotten
them that far in the first place.

        They
were both sprawled together, still intertwined, listening to the mild growls
of thunder that sounded further away than they had any right to be.
The lingering heat, both inside and outside, made the rain feel cold.
It wasn't at all unpleasant, but it made each individual raindrop
stand out as it struck skin and fragmented, dripping down.

        Incomplete,
still. But... a little less so than they were before.

        In
a vague, tired line of thought, Axel attempted to figure out just why that
had happened as it did. Must have been unconscious memories.
Those things better left forgotten--until one crashed into him without
any warning, without an invitation. It was strangely simple, a stupid
phrase he didn't recognize as a Nobody but knew his Other would have.

        Singin'
in the rain... All of a sudden he just wanted to curl up in a
ball and cry. He was too proud for that... too proud, too wounded,
and already a little too numb. He settled, instead, for listening
to the musician catch his breath in a perfect, slowing rhythm. So
much for the rain washing away all of their sins.

        ...I
am apparently very screwed up in the head area... and honestly, I have
no idea where this came from... but I like it. One more chapter to
go, methinks. I feel I should apologize for inserting my own lyrics
to a song I haven't even started and don't think I'll ever be able to finish
in the way I'd like to, but... I'm not gonna. I found the lyrics
to fit, what can I say.

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