The sins of fire and water
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Gluttony
Title: Liquor Run
Pairing: Axel/Demyx
Gluttony
Rating: R for violence and alcohol
AN: I hope this fits Gluttony well enough. All I could think of for gluttony was alcoholism. If you all think it’s too much like wrath, I’ll rewrite it.
Demyx hated it when Axel took it upon himself to go out drinking. He only did it about once a month, but when he did, the redhead always came home plastered, passing out on the bed, puking all over himself. And then he was absolutely miserable the next day, with a hangover to kill, of course. However, if Axel came home earlier than the ‘stumbling-leading-to-passing-out’ stage, that was what caused Demyx to worry. He worried because Axel was a very angry drunk.
Demyx was pacing the room that night, waiting for Axel to stumble in, there to catch him when he fell. He had to force himself not to glance at the clock, the red glaring numbers mocking him in his anxiousness. He heard breaking bottles in the hallway, and he could already smell the vodka and cigarette smoke from down the hallway. The water mage nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the lock clicking, inching back into the shadows just incase. The Flurry opened the door, at first leaning on it for support, and then glaring angrily at the darkness, eyes glazedly searching.
A slight whimper gave the brunette’s position away, a scowl working its way on the other’s features.
“I know y-you’rrrre therrre Demmy.”
Tonight was not going to be a good night. Axel’s hand shot into the darkness, pulling Demyx by the wrist. The sitarist was shaking horribly, but of course Axel didn’t notice. The fire mage sneered into Demyx’s face, the acrid reek of alcohol burning the brunette’s nostrils. The redhead brought up his other hand and slapped Demyx hard across the cheek, earning a small cry.
“Why’d you hide from m-me Demmy?”
The water mage started pulling at his wrist, trying to free himself from the abuse he was about to face. The drunken Flurry only tightened his grip though; he was stronger than the other.
“I fucking tolllld you not to hide from me!”
Demyx winced again, whimpering slightly as his spine slammed into the wall, head creating an ugly crack when it made contact. His vision was unfocused when he opened his eyes. A shaky hand revealed a bloody temple and the only thing he heard was his pounding heart throbbing where his hand touched. He saw Axel looming over him, and the look on his face was not one he knew well. This was not his Axel. This was not the man he loved so dearly. This was a monster.
The Flurry was bent over the bleeding sitarist, picking him up by the throat, causing several coughs and muffled cries. With a desperate burst of energy, he shot a water blast straight into the fire mage’s chest, propelling him backwards just enough to escape into the bathroom they shared. He quickly shut and locked the door, squeezing himself behind the dresser on the opposite wall. He pressed his face against it, his tears staining the wood.
The door shook several times from the blows Axel was making against it, but soon everything fell quiet. The next morning, the water mage would probably find Axel slumped against the doorway, sick and extremely hung-over. He would also have to clean up the broken bottles and fix the door. But at least he hadn’t gotten hurt this night.
Maybe Axel would overcome his gluttony. Or maybe Demyx would just have to become quicker.
Pairing: Axel/Demyx
Gluttony
Rating: R for violence and alcohol
AN: I hope this fits Gluttony well enough. All I could think of for gluttony was alcoholism. If you all think it’s too much like wrath, I’ll rewrite it.
Demyx hated it when Axel took it upon himself to go out drinking. He only did it about once a month, but when he did, the redhead always came home plastered, passing out on the bed, puking all over himself. And then he was absolutely miserable the next day, with a hangover to kill, of course. However, if Axel came home earlier than the ‘stumbling-leading-to-passing-out’ stage, that was what caused Demyx to worry. He worried because Axel was a very angry drunk.
Demyx was pacing the room that night, waiting for Axel to stumble in, there to catch him when he fell. He had to force himself not to glance at the clock, the red glaring numbers mocking him in his anxiousness. He heard breaking bottles in the hallway, and he could already smell the vodka and cigarette smoke from down the hallway. The water mage nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the lock clicking, inching back into the shadows just incase. The Flurry opened the door, at first leaning on it for support, and then glaring angrily at the darkness, eyes glazedly searching.
A slight whimper gave the brunette’s position away, a scowl working its way on the other’s features.
“I know y-you’rrrre therrre Demmy.”
Tonight was not going to be a good night. Axel’s hand shot into the darkness, pulling Demyx by the wrist. The sitarist was shaking horribly, but of course Axel didn’t notice. The fire mage sneered into Demyx’s face, the acrid reek of alcohol burning the brunette’s nostrils. The redhead brought up his other hand and slapped Demyx hard across the cheek, earning a small cry.
“Why’d you hide from m-me Demmy?”
The water mage started pulling at his wrist, trying to free himself from the abuse he was about to face. The drunken Flurry only tightened his grip though; he was stronger than the other.
“I fucking tolllld you not to hide from me!”
Demyx winced again, whimpering slightly as his spine slammed into the wall, head creating an ugly crack when it made contact. His vision was unfocused when he opened his eyes. A shaky hand revealed a bloody temple and the only thing he heard was his pounding heart throbbing where his hand touched. He saw Axel looming over him, and the look on his face was not one he knew well. This was not his Axel. This was not the man he loved so dearly. This was a monster.
The Flurry was bent over the bleeding sitarist, picking him up by the throat, causing several coughs and muffled cries. With a desperate burst of energy, he shot a water blast straight into the fire mage’s chest, propelling him backwards just enough to escape into the bathroom they shared. He quickly shut and locked the door, squeezing himself behind the dresser on the opposite wall. He pressed his face against it, his tears staining the wood.
The door shook several times from the blows Axel was making against it, but soon everything fell quiet. The next morning, the water mage would probably find Axel slumped against the doorway, sick and extremely hung-over. He would also have to clean up the broken bottles and fix the door. But at least he hadn’t gotten hurt this night.
Maybe Axel would overcome his gluttony. Or maybe Demyx would just have to become quicker.