Breaking Boundaries

Both angels stared at the red-haired demon. Did they just hear him correctly? He wanted war?



“I won’t let that happen Ax even if I have to stop you with my bare hands,” Riku’s hands dropped at his side swirling blue light snaking it’s way up the younger demons right arm to his shoulder his nail retracting like claws. At this point Sora’s eyes widen and unconsciously he backed away forgetting that this was his friend Riku. The ash-blonde’s pupils turning into slits he hunched in an attack stance.



Axel grinned darkly his canines glinting. “Come on little cousin would you really attack your own flesh and blood over something so… trivial?” Roxas sensing danger clenched a fist on to Axel’s jacket clad shoulder a split second Axel’s harden jade green eyes focused on his cargo, but flickered back to his kin. Riku released and feral growl from deep within his throat.



“Yes I will.”



“Then what are you waiting for?”



The blonde’s muscles flex as he got ready to attack.



“STOP!”



The desperation in that voice was enough to thrust Riku out of his chaotic state and into the thick of reality. Sora was standing there sapphire orbs surrounded by white he looked frantic both hands gripping the side of his face. Riku figure this must have been his first time ever seeing a demon in their final form. The demon blinked his pupils turning back round and dilated.



“Shit!” He moved closer only to have the other back away from him. The brunet latched a hand to the staircase railing to sturdy himself his knees were trembling throwing off his balance.



“Which side are you on little cousin?”



“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped, hoping to silence Axel with a glare.



This time Axel heeded his warning and preceded to taking his cargo to the healer’s cambers taking a sharp left from the front door.



Roxas peak his head from over the side of Axel’s arm in order to watch the two as he was carried away. His brother looked about ready to run. He wouldn’t blame him that other demon scared the living hell out of him.



“He won’t hurt your brother he’s too much of a pussy to do so.”



Roxas blinked up at Axel’s face the redhead expression was blank as a canvas. The demon could have been speaking a whole other language Roxas failed to understand him. The word pussy threw him off.



He paused at and oak door instead of knocking he kicked the door three times with one leather boot the thud echoing through out the dead manor.



“Open up Naminé I have fresh meat for ya!”



A click caught their ears and then the door opened squeaking all the way. Bright light assaulted their vision and the pair squinted upon approaching. The healer’s room was white from the floor to the ceiling. A blond haired girl sat in the heart of the room a sketchbook within hand. She peer up at the two through her bangs her hand dropping the red color pencil, it had been clenching, and she analyzed Roxas with baby blue eyes before smiling softly.



Axel dropped the angel on his bottom he groaned upon impact.



“You know what to do.” He said reaching down to pick up her pencil and handed it to her before leaving the two alone.



Naminé sat her pencil on top of her sketchpad than sat it on the floor beside her bare feet. Like liquid the pad and pencil sank into the floor until nothing was there but and white marble floor.



She rose to her feet taking hesitant steps toward him once across from him she crouched down to his level hands resting on her kneecaps.



“Roxas Rowan first son of Michael, am I correct?” She grinned wide eyed at him. The angel nodded. She scared him it was something about her that seem off she didn’t look like a demon he couldn’t even sense malevolence. Her head dip down blond hair spilling over her face.



“What are you?” He felt stupid for asking her this but he couldn’t tell what the hell she was.



Slowly she lifted her head until black depth with red orbs stared back at him both of her pale hands rising up to the side of his head. The scream that immolated from his mouth would have shattered glass if there was any in her room.



Pain so intense he would rather die then ever feel something like that ever again it left him and sobbing mess in Naminé’s arms. “Shh… it is over now. You’re healed.”



“W-why does it still hurt!” he rasped.



She rested her right cheek on the angel’s wild wheat colored tresses.



“Because it was a demon spell I used on you. Our healing spells are different from yours. Your body is not used to it is all. The pain should dissolve away soon.”



The door was kicked inward Axel standing beneath the threshold looking disturbed.



“What the hell was that Naminé I said heal the thing not torture him to death? Jeez, his screaming scared the gargoyles away!”



She smirked releasing the other blond.



“He’s cured.”



Axel clapped both hands together, “wonderful, we’re right on schedule!” Axel’s edgy feeling vanishing.



Roxas had curled up into the fetal position his breath bated. The waves of pain had ebb away just as Naminé promise, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt. He wobbly climbed to his feet immediately, Axel’s hand shot out placing it underneath Roxas’s elbow, “come now little one it’s almost dawn are you any tired?”



“Not really.”



“My, what stamina you have I’ll just have to tire it out of ya tonight.”



Naminé rolled her eyes heavenwards Axel was a pervert, “You are so disgusting Ax.” She grumbled.



“Don’t tell me you’re just now figuring that out love?” he wagged his half brows making her snort while she cocked her head to the side to hide her blush.



“How are we going to tire me out? Flying always helps since my wings aren’t even fully developed yet.” The angel placed one wing in his hands smoothing his milky feathers out with his fingers there was still traces of caked blood every now and then that chipped off at his touch.



“Wellll, let’s just say it has a lot to do with exercise.”



“Really how so? And what is this it, you are referring to?”



The demon smirked and grasped the shorter being by his pale wrist, and hauled him out of Naminé’s quarters.



Torches lit the halls that the both angel and demon trekked their way through. Axel paused at a wall placing a palm flat on the limestone his hand glowing red before the wall vanished and a door way appeared with a staircase leading downward in the castle. The staircase led into and dark damp area. The angel was in awe until the tug on his wrist had him trailing the redhead into it. Once they reached the end of the staircase and were walking through the darkness some torches sparking to life revealing a four-poster bed with a vanity and red see through drapes. The room was littered with metal some that was twisted bent and rust covered chains with shackles attachments hanged from the ceiling like creepy decoration, and the four-poster bed rested in the center of the room almost ominously with its dark satin blankets that resembled waves from the abyss…



“Is this your bed?” He whispered unconsciously he moved closer to Axel pressing gently into his side.



“Yes.”



Once again Axel’s facial expression was unreadable as blank as a canvas. And then something unexpected happened to the angel something pressed at his side it was a hand that was slowly journeying up the Roxas’s outer thigh and inside his tunic making the blond squirm away from the weird sensation.



“W-what are you doing?”



He turned to the redhead eyes widen with fright he didn’t have a clue what was happening but he sure as hell didn’t like it! Nobody ever touched him this way or in the areas that the demon was. He’d usually get a pat on the back for a good job or a hug from his mom, but this was different this wasn’t innocent in the least.



Axel eyes were smiling slits now and he placed a palm flat where the angel’s breast bone set and with a small amount of force he pushed the angel on to his bed the blankets bouncing up with him.



“Oomph”



Before Roxas couldn’t get up he heard the groaning of bedsprings as he had another heavier weight climb on top of him pinning him into the mattress.