The sins of fire and water
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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1,079
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Pride
Title: On The Outside
Pairing: Axel/Demyx
Pride
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Demyx looked at himself briefly in the small mirror by the bed, only long enough to make sure he had nothing on his face and that he looked half ways decent. He had nothing to fear; everyone already thought he looked and acted a little goofy. So what did it matter how much effort he put into his appearance?
The water mage shot a quick look at his watch, sighing slightly. It looked like they were going to be late again, himself and Axel that is. Axel was still in the bathroom, where mirrors were practically on every surface. Demyx didn’t understand why his appearance was so important to him. Axel was by no means unattractive, and no one doubted his good looks, so what was his obsession with constantly looking his best?
It drove the brunette insane. Axel was very, very vain. He would stare at himself in the mirror for hours on end, primping, examining, improving. His ego was massive, even though he shrugged off compliments like it wasn’t.
“Axel, you have five more minutes, and then we have to leave!”
The Nocturne received no answer, so instead Demyx entered the bathroom to make sure his message was clear. He found Axel, twisted sideways in front of the mirror, completely naked. The loser wasn’t even dressed yet! Demyx ‘ahem’ed, catching the redhead’s attention briefly, getting a quick and almost glaring sideways glance.
“Demmy, do you think I’m gaining some weight in my loves?” He looked up, staring at the water mage expectantly, awaiting an answer. Demyx groaned internally and sighed externally. It wouldn’t matter what answer he gave the fire mage, he’d take it in any bad way possible, although the redhead’s spine jutted from his back, his hip bones stuck out, and he couldn’t find an ounce of fat on him if his life depended on it.
“Axel, get a grip! You aren’t gaining weight. You look perfect to me, and I wouldn’t change a thing.” Axel bit his lip, contemplating. “You’ve used that line many times before Demmy, but I appreciate it anyway.”
Demyx just about lost it, a small shriek leaving pursed lips. “What the hell is your problem? There isn’t anything wrong with you, so stop coming up with things! You’re fucking perfect, okay? Now get over it, or I’ll leave without you!”
Axel glared at him. “Just because you let yourself go all the time, doesn’t mean I want to! I actually take pride in my looks!”
Demyx winced, but inside he was boiling. “Then why don’t you go find someone else who doesn’t look like shit all the time then?!” And he slammed the bathroom door, intending to leave. Instead, he crumpled on the floor by the bed, tears streaming down his face.
Axel had a button down half on, underwear, and was hopping out the bathroom trying to put socks on. He fell on his knees by Demyx, wiping some of the tears away.
“Baby, I’m so sorry, you’re beautiful.”
Demyx looked at him, a sad and desperate look in his eyes.
“So are you. On the outside.”
Pairing: Axel/Demyx
Pride
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Demyx looked at himself briefly in the small mirror by the bed, only long enough to make sure he had nothing on his face and that he looked half ways decent. He had nothing to fear; everyone already thought he looked and acted a little goofy. So what did it matter how much effort he put into his appearance?
The water mage shot a quick look at his watch, sighing slightly. It looked like they were going to be late again, himself and Axel that is. Axel was still in the bathroom, where mirrors were practically on every surface. Demyx didn’t understand why his appearance was so important to him. Axel was by no means unattractive, and no one doubted his good looks, so what was his obsession with constantly looking his best?
It drove the brunette insane. Axel was very, very vain. He would stare at himself in the mirror for hours on end, primping, examining, improving. His ego was massive, even though he shrugged off compliments like it wasn’t.
“Axel, you have five more minutes, and then we have to leave!”
The Nocturne received no answer, so instead Demyx entered the bathroom to make sure his message was clear. He found Axel, twisted sideways in front of the mirror, completely naked. The loser wasn’t even dressed yet! Demyx ‘ahem’ed, catching the redhead’s attention briefly, getting a quick and almost glaring sideways glance.
“Demmy, do you think I’m gaining some weight in my loves?” He looked up, staring at the water mage expectantly, awaiting an answer. Demyx groaned internally and sighed externally. It wouldn’t matter what answer he gave the fire mage, he’d take it in any bad way possible, although the redhead’s spine jutted from his back, his hip bones stuck out, and he couldn’t find an ounce of fat on him if his life depended on it.
“Axel, get a grip! You aren’t gaining weight. You look perfect to me, and I wouldn’t change a thing.” Axel bit his lip, contemplating. “You’ve used that line many times before Demmy, but I appreciate it anyway.”
Demyx just about lost it, a small shriek leaving pursed lips. “What the hell is your problem? There isn’t anything wrong with you, so stop coming up with things! You’re fucking perfect, okay? Now get over it, or I’ll leave without you!”
Axel glared at him. “Just because you let yourself go all the time, doesn’t mean I want to! I actually take pride in my looks!”
Demyx winced, but inside he was boiling. “Then why don’t you go find someone else who doesn’t look like shit all the time then?!” And he slammed the bathroom door, intending to leave. Instead, he crumpled on the floor by the bed, tears streaming down his face.
Axel had a button down half on, underwear, and was hopping out the bathroom trying to put socks on. He fell on his knees by Demyx, wiping some of the tears away.
“Baby, I’m so sorry, you’re beautiful.”
Demyx looked at him, a sad and desperate look in his eyes.
“So are you. On the outside.”