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Heart and Soul	By : wickedorin Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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.

        Background:
A certain someone (who I am rather certain would not want their name attached
to this *grin*) requested Demyx/Axel. I had no idea how the
hell to do that, so a few random sentences waited for me on the hard drive
for a few weeks. And then this happened. It was supposed to
be lighter, too... a little making out and whatnot. Well, um... I
failed miserably. That's not to say I don't still love this, but...
geez. Apparently I can find angst and darkness anywhere. Whoo
hoo!

Heart and Soul

by Orin Drake
        Just
another day in the World That Never Was... and Axel was bored. Damn
bored. Not to mention pissed off. Roxas just up and leaving
like that... little bastard. He'd chosen a nice, dark alleyway--one
of many nice, dark alleyways--to brood in, hoping not to be interrupted.

        He
really should have known better. If anyone would be likely to fully
interrupt his "moods", it would be Demyx. Axel knew it was the musician
long before he actually saw him strolling around the corner. A little
skip in his step. Whistling, happily... quite idiotically, really...

        The
footsteps stopped. He must have noticed the brooding redhead.
"And what are you doing here?" The grunt and mumble he got answered
enough. "Ah. Being grumpy."

        "Not
grumpy." Axel complained quietly. "Go away."

        Demyx
grinned brightly. "Oh, Mr. Grouchy probably just needs some company."

        "If
you wandered out here to get your ass kicked..." the pyro warned.

        It
went unheeded, as always. "I'm kinda bored, actually."

        Axel
made a scoffing sound. "So you sought me out for amusement.
I'm honored. But, as you pointed out... I'm grumpy. Go away."

        "I'll
cheer you up." The musician offered--suddenly standing very close.

        What
an... odd look the redhead was getting. It was kinda freaky.
Freakier than Saix on a "good day". When Demyx actually took another
step closer, Axel found himself a lot more freaked out. "Whoah, a
wait a minute." What to say, what to say... "I'll scream."
Exactly one second later, he felt the overwhelming urge to slap himself
on the forehead with the palm of his hand. Way to go. Now
I sound like a girl. And a really annoying girl, at that.

        "Oh,
no one's gonna hear you." The other teased, pressing closer.
Too close. Way too close.

        Axel
couldn't help but be a little surprised. --Alright, a lot surprised.
Demyx was so... he was such a... he didn't strike one as... he wasn't really
dominating material.

        The
blond chuckled quietly at the exceedingly shocked look he was getting.
"Come on. It's not like you want to get away or anything."

        "Now
how the hell do you know that?" the fire mage challenged, hoping to distract
the guy enough to run away to a nice, safe, comfy tunnel o' darkness.

        Demyx
paid no attention to the attempted escape. "I know, I know.
You're not used to giving in. Well, tough. Shut up for once."

        It
wasn't like him at all. Not that Axel really got to know the guy
all that well, but... enough. He never fought for fun, never
called anyone a nasty name... certainly never approached someone who'd
never shown interest. And especially never reached up without
permission--"What's under that coat, huh?" the musician teased, taking
hold of Axel's zipper--but not yet pulling.

        Nothing.
He wore nothing but pants under the coat. His mind raced. Too
weird, too weird--had to think of something. "We'll get caught!"

        "Lame,
Axel." Demyx chided, starting the zipper in a very, slow,
descent. "You know everybody's schedule. I know you
do. That's how you sneak around so easy."

        Uh...
oh. "Then how do you know we're not about to be caught?"

        "Because
I've been sneaking around watching you." He tossed back easily, at
once looking innocent and devious. "And to think the rest of you
are just wasting all your time fighting."

        Shit
shit shit. Not that it wasn't tempting to get a little action, sure,
but... something was feeling off. Extremely off. Like Saix
in a good mood kind of off. "Look, um... let's not... ruin our friendship."
There was that urge to facepalm again...

        It
only drove the zipper down further as the amusement brightened on Demyx's
face. "Oh? Are we really friends?"

        Panic.
Breathe. Plan. Get away. Axel laughed nervously.
"Nah. I just said that to get you to stop."

        The
silly smile faded entirely as the zipper stopped just short of letting
the coat fall open. "It's not like I don't have feelings, y'know."

        The
pyro had to pause with the insanity of that statement. "Actually,
it kinda does, considering we all--"

        "Explain
the little golden boy, then." The musician interrupted, straight-faced.
Way too seriously.

        Roxas?
Well, the answer was obvious. "He's different."

        Demyx
rolled his eyes a little. "I wasn't exactly talking about him,
here."

        Then
what-- "Oh." So. Apparently he and Roxas weren't exactly
a secret.

        "Okay,
fine." The blond dismissed, shrugging a bit and suddenly taking back
the good humor that seemed so far away just seconds before. "So 'emotion'
might not be entirely... honest. But I think we all know we
can still feel pleasure. So c'mon." With a very slight tug
of the zipper, the coat easily parted. Well, with no shirt... next
step. "Off with the pants."

        Sure
moved quickly for a musician, didn't he... "Why don't you find someone
else a little more... your speed?"

        "My
speed?
Afraid no one in there comes with a 'moderately sane switch'."

        Axel
chuckled. Hey, it was true. "Look, uh... can I take a rain
check, then? I've got stuff to do and--"

        The
redhead became quite puzzled when his words had suddenly stopped.
Or perhaps a more proper description was, the words had been knocked from
him. The confusion blended into an instantaneous headache as he stared
at the blond, wide-eyed. He'd just been slammed against the wall.
Rather hard. By Demyx. "I thought you were a pacifist."

        "So
did I." He responded, honestly enough. "Now do I have to beat
you over the head with my sitar and drag you back to my place or what?"

        "How
very caveman of you." The redhead mumbled, rubbing the back of his
head. His shoulders weren't exactly feeling so hot, either.

        There
wasn't really an instant when the normally timid and somewhat idiot-like
man snapped. The patience simply seemed to drain from him until it
was gone completely--he grasped Axel by the collar and hauled him up high,
giving him another firm slam against the wall for good measure. "Pants.
Off. Now."

        Even
considering the circumstances, the fire mage had to wonder out loud, "Why
don't you take care of it?"

        No
smiles, no shy grins--no emotional at all. "What do I look like?
A sexual deviant?"

        Axel
thought it smarter not to call his hairstyle into question. It was
an... interesting response, though. For once, someone in the Organization
wanted something consensual. Well... as long as they were both gonna
get something out of it... He pretended like he wasn't hanging a
few inches off the ground, unzipping his pants and letting them drop.

        Finally,
Demyx let him down. "Leave the boots." He gave a dismissing
wave to Axel's raised eyebrow. "Just takes too long to lace up again."

        "How
thoughtful of you." The other mumbled, letting his coat fall of of
his shoulders before stepping out of the pants. What the hell, might
as well go all-out. Except for the boots. That was kinda funny.
Or would be, at some later point in time.

        The
musician undressed quickly, betraying his need to have the whole thing
happen. The puzzling thing: he kept the gloves on. That thought
nearly made Axel miss his instruction. "Turn around."

        He
swallowed. Well... he'd never been fucked against a wall before.
Might be kind fun. Might hurt like hell. Somehow it really
didn't seem the smartest thing to be debating at that very moment.
He had the overwhelming feeling that looking over his shoulder... would
not be good. "Off" no longer held enough meaning to describe the
situation...

        Demyx
not-so-lightly kicked Axel's feet apart. "Farther." He ordered,
strangely determined.

        Yeah.
Uh-oh. The redhead opened his mouth, his mind racing to find something
to say that might get him out of this mess--feeling something not entirely
familiar and far too warm against the small of his back. Pressing,
grinding, sliding lower... Panic, again. Nervousness.
He didn't mean to..? "You're... you wouldn't..?"

        There
was silence, at first... a long, cold silence. The musician finally
moved, pulling away just long enough to retrieve something from his coat
pocket, coating his gloved fingers. "Now would I do that to you?"

        Honestly,
he didn't know. And he sure as hell didn't want to admit that.
He cringed; not at the sudden, forced acceptance of a single finger pushed
into him, but the voice. It just... it wasn't Demyx's voice.
It was, but it... couldn't have been. Too frozen, too tired.
Too everything the man wasn't.

        Two
fingers, too quickly--but Axel didn't dare complain. He suddenly
truly felt that wall in front of him, the thought of escaping drowned out
by some coiled, shivering fear inside. He didn't know what it was
and certainly never wanted to, feeling a sort of darkness rolling off of
the man behind him that wasn't anything he'd ever experienced before.

        The
fingers scissored; stretching, pulling, rough before being removed entirely.
There was impatience, there... a different sort of panic. The redhead
grit his teeth when the tearing stab of heat came, not entirely being prepared
for it mentally or physically. Pain, he could deal with. Blood...
Nobodies didn't bleed, really. They did tear, though. They
did rip. There was only enough lubrication between them to raise
sensation... and ease the burden, a little.

        Axel
didn't really think the guy ever had it in him. Even as he felt hips
slamming against the backs of his own, he just... couldn't bring himself
to believe what Demyx was doing.

        It
became especially surreal when the musician gasped out the words, quietly,
reverently, "Y'ever do this with Roxas?"

        Realization
hit a hell of a lot harder than he'd thought possible. "You're jealous."
The redhead accused. But... of which one..?

        "Don't
be silly." A little bit of the Demyx he knew, again. "I'd need
a heart for that."

        Fear.
That was... that was definitely what he was feeling. Or at least
what he remembered feeling. Fear and... sickness... discomfort...
being forced to see... forced to face something he'd rather have denied...

        Then
the thrusts turned violent, pressing the body pinned beneath him against
the harsh, cutting brick wall. "You know what it's like to have everything
stolen from you, Axel? Everything?"

        He
felt sick. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to answer.
He was cold and aching and dammit he didn't want to know
let alone think about it...

        "Did
you have a good life before Darkness showed up one day and tore it all
apart in front of you? Did anyone die screaming for you and you just
couldn't reach them?"

        Axel's
eyes were already squeezed shut, but he wished for something more.
Something that would take away the pain he wasn't even feeling any longer.
There was an open wound behind him, thrusting violently into him, open
and scarred and never able to heal regardless of not having a heart...

        "I
fought.
I actually fought the Heartless. And look what good it did
me. They took more than my heart, Number Eight. My fucking
soul
is gone."

        The
fire mage lost track--of everything. Time, the agony inside and outside,
the number of thrusts, words, panting. He only knew of the sudden
hitch in breath behind him, then stillness. Quiet. But it wasn't
over... and no one was sated in the least. The man behind him could
only stand there, leaning against the warmth he had to offer. And
then... there was something else.

        A
mantra, a prayer repeated over and over with every breath; and if Axel
hadn't known those words so well for himself, whispered in the dark every
night after Roxas had left, he absolutely never would have heard them at
all. "I want it back... I want it back... I want it back..."

        Even
with the power he'd just held over Axel, the blond felt so... broken...
The redhead fought down the urge to turn and embrace his slackened attacker...
if only because he himself wanted it so badly. And no, one did not
give in to those urges. One did not pretend compassion.

        Finally,
the musician pulled away, pulling his clothes back on with the same swiftness
as he'd gotten them off--but without the grace. Lacking desire entirely.

        Carefully,
still pressed against the wall and having absolutely no will to do anything
else, Axel finally looked over his shoulder. It was a weird question...
one he knew he shouldn't be asking. "Why?"

        Even
with that sweet, silly smile back in place... the words dripped a darkness
all their own. "Well. If I can't get what I want... then I'll
take what I can get. See you 'round." He gave a wave... then
walked back to wherever he'd come from.

        A
musician... an artist without a heart... it had to be awful even if he
couldn't feel it. Not that Axel had any empathy. He just couldn't
afford it.

        He
could ignore how his hands shook as he dressed. But he found that
there was no way to suppress that... ranting. Those words... cut
deep to the core. Too deep to ever fully forget.

        Maybe
Demyx had a point. The bastard really was heartless.

        This
is so not at all what I was aiming for. *grin* But I like it.
I do like it. You know what they say... the closer you get to light...

        If
you'd like to be e-mailed when I update, drop me a line (orin(at)sephain.com)
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