Relief in The House of Water

This was written in one day. It went through different versions and now that I've finally finished it, I can say that it is definitely not my best.

Enjoy, and reviews are tasty as pie.

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He just…needed to get away.

Xemnas was practically breathing down his neck ever since he failed to return from the Underworld and Olympus with the Olympus Stone in tow and he was becoming rather stressed from the whole ordeal. Knowing that he was the “Organization clown” did not help the situation in any way, either, especially since he was, by default, someone that no one could take seriously.

There was also a rumor going around that Axel had proclaimed his love to the youngest member of the Organization. All in all, Demyx was having a rather tough period of non-existence.

He pined for Axel like no other. He saw the Flurry of Dancing Flame as a role model, despite how much of an asshole he was to the Melodious Nocturne. Demyx looked up to him, wanted to be just like him. Just as smart and cool as the man himself.

But it was too late to tell him now, it seemed. News of couplings within the Organization spread like wildfire, just as celebrity breakups or tabloid marriages.

The sitar-player shuffled morosely from his Superior’s study, his shoulders hunched and head bowed as he tried his best not to cry. He was overwhelmed with such sad emotions and thoughts that he just wanted to go to his room and take a nice, long nap. If he could sleep until the next day, then power to him. Despite the whole thing about not having hearts, something in Demyx’s chest was screaming at him in a torrent of feeling.

But something was wrong.

The sitar-player felt unusually horny.

It wasn’t like him to fantasize during stress, let alone during such a painful time as when your boss was waiting to rape you the moment you dropped the soap and when you find out that your closet crush was probably fucking the brains out of a certain blonde that very moment.

Despite this, chemicals in his body were stirring anew, and he was trying to think of a way to perhaps squelch his bodily desires so that he may sleep the rest of the day and night away. His brain wasn’t in much of a mood, but his lower body was screaming and aching for some bittersweet contact.

When he made it to his room, his erection, evident only to himself, was pressing painfully against his fly through the fabric of his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. He hurriedly unlocked the door to his room and stumbled on inside, letting his eyes adjust to the rather dark surroundings as he strode through the apartment.

Demyx’s “dormitory” was very large, indeed, and the most remarkable attribute of it all was that there was no real lighting. Perhaps even more remarkable was that the walls of his room were made up of giant glass, sound proof, water-filled tanks…which within held many, many fish. Walls of identical make spread throughout the entirety of the living space, each and every wall teeming with undersea life.

The floor itself was made up of a white, sandy stone, and it glowed in the light of the aquarium fluorescents hidden beyond the walls so that the floor itself gave off a demeanor similar to that of the ocean floor, except for the fact that the sand was cut neatly into 1”x1” squares. The ceiling, however, was made up entirely of fiber-optic lights, each of the tiny glowing pixels shifting in color and intensity to represent the random organization that was the waves of the sea when viewed from submersion.

Another rather nice thing about the room was that wedge-shaped, very tall speakers adorned each and every corner of the abode, their height stretching from the floor to the ceiling. No sound was playing from the sound equipment at the moment, but it was often used as surround-sound for movies or for playing ambient music during Demyx’s relaxation time.

Fish happily danced within the glass, aquatic wall as Demyx stepped from his boots, leaving them near the door. The sitar-player was almost immediately calmed by the area darker to that of the sterile white walls of the castle beyond, and, upon taking off his coat and tossing it haphazardly over the back of his suede couch, he flopped upon the soft, cushiony furniture and sprawled out to relax. That particular piece of seating was positioned near the center of the front-most room right in front of the large, in-set plasma screen TV.

The dirty blonde wriggled his toes amongst the fibers of the rug positioned beneath the couch and reached for his television remote, turning on his gorgeous TV. He flipped through the millions of channels and, seeing nothing worth watching, became frustrated and turned off that piece of electronics before chucking the remote to the other side of the couch.

“This sucks,” he muttered, wriggling a little as the tension in his body only grew at his not-so-common aggression toward his belongings. He pondered about turning on the TV once more and instead found himself reaching for his stereo remote. The aforementioned speakers burst to life as a beautiful harp tune began pouring from them.

But this still did not calm Demyx’s withheld frustration.

The bemulleted man launched himself up off the couch and almost successfully tripped over his ornate rug, catching himself in time to do a nice little dance of clumsiness. Demyx made a sound of hatred at the decoration and stared down at it, finding that it had scrunched up a tad, creating a ridge that would be a nice accident waiting to happen. His frame trembled before he leapt up and began jumping up and down upon the rug until he was satisfied that the bump was tamed, defeated, and flat once more.

That would teach it a thing or two, Demyx decided.

Continuing on to his original destination, the bathroom, the sitar-player could only think about the tightness of his pants and the unreasonable jealousy he felt toward his colleagues and justified dislike he bore for his wonderful superior. And so, giving up to the unconscious screams of his admittedly strange mind, he stomped into the bathroom and approached his giant tub.

Giant…was a bit of an understatement. On one side of the gigantic room was situated a very large, in-ground, circular tub, in the center of it residing a fountain-like structure. Near the bottom, just above the maximum water level the tub could reach, were various nozzles which held things like shampoo, conditioner, body wash, bubble bath, and things of the like. Near the top was a circular panel of showerheads, which could be turned on individually or all at once to create a sort of waterfall effect. The ground of the tub itself sort of tilted to create a shallow and slightly deeper end, and in the shallow end were some ledges to be used as seating as well as some massaging jets. Blue panel lights were inset into the polished sandstone tub and made everything glow serenely.

On the other side of the huge room was a humongous pool.

This place made things horribly convenient for a water-elemental such as Demyx.

Demyx went right along on his business and stripped from his tight leather pants, having to do some ass-shaking and wriggling to get out of them, and he didn’t have the opportunity to remove his boxer-briefs because those pesky pantaloons went right along with them. The moment his erection sprung free of the constricting material of his pants, the sitar-player’s blue eyes glared down at the appendage.

The dirty blonde put his right hand on his hip and, still peering down at his semi-swollen penis, lifted his left hand and pointed an accusing finger at it. He growled and wriggled his hand around in the air as he tried to think of an insult, but all that came out from his lips was “I hate you.”

And when it didn’t respond, it made Demyx even more flustered.

He padded along until he reached a panel on the wall decorated with a variety of buttons and dials and he pressed a combination of them, resulting in the Jacuzzi-tub’s filling with water as well as the combination of bubble bath into the mixture. When the scent of orange and vanilla wafted throughout the room and steam began to fog up the place from the temperature of the water, Demyx sighed in delight and waltzed over to the shallow side of the tub.

As he slid into the hot water, hissing when the fluids touched the scalding flesh of his cock, he settled…and his mind went right to Axel. The thought of him made him fidget in the water.

Axel really was an asshole. He’d call Demyx names on a daily basis, but the sitar-player found them all to be in good humor in a typical scenario. Demyx would even shoot back a not-so-witty retort that usually ended up in more insults for number IX. But now was a time, he decided, that he would take all of those stinging words to heart to try and calm the churning in his loins.

Try as he might, he simply could not stop thinking about how grudgingly nice Axel was to Demyx. He was always there to pick him up when he fell, give him a band-aid when he fell harder… Those gorgeous green eyes would always be smiling at them and Demyx would always fall into their emerald embrace, all because he was curious if the dark marks around Axel’s eyes were the products of makeup application or if they were the results of a strange tattoo.

And that smile.

Demyx groaned and fully submitted to himself, letting his hand dart under the foamy water in search of the source of his aching physical need. He found it, alright, and began pumping it in slow, rhythmic movements, letting his head roll onto his shoulder as he moaned quietly. His other unoccupied hand decided to take a different job upon itself, the description including the task of dancing along the musician’s chest, stroking and rubbing and petting.

Soon, those deft fingers found the raised nub of a tan-pink nipple, and the digits rolled it gently inbetween themselves, causing cries of bliss to emit from Demyx’s parted lips.

That smile that drove the sitar-player mad, especially when it was paired with a wink. The way his body moved, the way his hair defied gravity in such a strange, daredevilish way. The way his eyes were shaped, the way he moved, the way he spoke in that raspy, sarcastic voice. All those attributes set Demyx himself on fire, and he worked his hand up and down the length of his erection in hopes to squelch it.

But that was the problem…the desire deep inside him was not going to go easy. He paused in his movements and tilted his head back to stare at the ever-shifting ceiling, his hips twitching every so often as his thumb, moving on its own accord, made several passes over the very tip of his penis.

He wanted Axel. Badly. He wanted Axel to hold him and cradle him and undress him and make love to him. He wanted Axel to be inbetween his legs and inside his body, thrusting and grunting and growling in the way Demyx presumed he would if they ever did reach that point. The bitterness of the reality was that they may never reach that sweet pinnacle of bliss and passion…and most of all, love.

Demyx moaned quietly at all the imaginary sensations going through them. But he didn’t want them to be imaginary.

That was when he got a bright idea, an idea accentuated by a raise of his narrow, arched eyebrows. He sat up straight and lifted his hands out of the water, shutting his blue eyes in concentration. He wasn’t sure if he could summon water without his sitar, since that big instrument would be a hindrance to his plans, but it was worth a try.

After a moment’s silence in the room, except for the sound water made in all its idle activity, three forms raised up from the bubbly surface of the spa…three perfect aquatic clones of the man that summoned them. The three Demyxes looked at each other in a rather devious fashion before the trio approached their lord and creator.

Demyx basked in the glory of success and in anticipation of what was about to come. He draped his arms over the side of the spa and watched them as the copies of his self lurked forward through the water.

Fuck Axel. Now that he had a new way to masturbate, he would be physically sated for a long, long while.

The sitar-player smirked smugly as he watched his water clones move on their own accord, the one in the center getting right inbetween his legs and leaning in a little for a hot, watery kiss. The strange liplock was exchanged with much fervor being expressed from both parties, and since they both kissed in a similar fashion, all was right in the world that was Demyx. The weirdest thing of all was when the musician felt a sort of watery appendage enter his mouth, something which he later decided was an exploring tongue.

While that one clone had him occupied, the other two grabbed Demyx by the arms and hoisted up to lay back against the tile floor, an act to which the dirty blonde gasped. Goosebumps rose up on his skin from the contact of the cold floor on his heated skin, and the center clone looked satisfied before it began spreading a watery trail of kisses and licks down his chest.

“Oh, yes,” Demyx moaned when he felt a little puddle of water enter his navel, looking down to see a mirror image of himself staring right back up at him, a watery tongue thrusting in and out of that cute bellybutton.

Then all control was removed from Demyx and was passed on to his creations. He felt hot, wet hands grasp his own wholly organic wrists, pinning his arms above his head and against the stone floor beneath them. Another clone aside from the one that was kissing him earlier decided to resume that task, leaning on for a firmer kiss, his tongue readily darting into his mouth to explore.

“Mm!” Demyx moaned helplessly, squirming in delight at the erotic feeling of his key element treating him as though he were king. These moans came in repetition until he felt a very, hot, wet suction encase his weeping member, and he looked down to see that the clone which first made contact was sucking him off.

God. Yes.

Groaning and whimpering in euphoria, Demyx thrust up into that mouth, which was rather willing to accept the movements of his hips because it just continued on sucking and shifting and massaging at his dick. The sensations were all so intense that Demyx knew he would cum soon, and he didn’t want it to end just yet. As if reading his mind, the clone that had his mouth wrapped around his cock let up, and it opened up Demyx’s legs wide. The sitar-player’s eyes stared when he saw that delightful copy reach down low and the musician moaned in a sing-song fashion when he felt a very moist finger prodding for his entrance, soon entering him. The cries of pleasure and ecstasy came readily, rolling past his lips like a sweet melody as he felt that finger delve into his body, then slide back out again in repetition. He felt something else enter him that was none other than a second finger, and he spread his legs wider as of to accommodate the searching appendages.

But in one moment…one moment, a single moment in their activities, Demyx’s vision went white when he felt something prodded from deep within. His entire body arched against the hold of the other clone as he screamed in pure delight, and he felt the vague sensation of watery lips on one of his nipples, sucking softly and affectionately.

The clone inbetween his legs looked satisfied when its creator created that scene before its eyes, and so the copy removed its fingers from the writhing, living form beneath it. Demyx felt something prod at his entrance and he braced himself against the hold of the watery copy that kept him obediently pinned, screaming when he felt the pain and strange pleasure of being entered by a watery erection. The aquatic body part within him wasted no time, and his clone began to thrust, all the while another clone began to suck his cock once more.

Demyx was helplessly in heaven, and, amongst his screams and amidst his pants of pleasure, he did not hear the sound of approaching footsteps which originated from the entrance of the bathroom. All the sitar-player was aware of was that he was being fucked silly by none other than himself. Of course, he was imagining Axel doing the fucking, and he screamed the red-head’s name over and over…which is exactly what he had been doing throughout the whole scenario.

But…the clones suddenly stopped. All three of them stopped in their actions. The one that was pinning Demyx to the floor had let him go; the one sucking him off was staring in surprise at something directly behind Demyx, and the copy that had been thrusting so fiercely into him had halted completely and was also gaping in shock.

“Axel…why’d you stop…?” Demyx groaned, rubbing himself up against the copy. It was when he heard a splash and he felt the flow of water around him that he propped himself up on his elbows and looked around.

The clones had returned to the pool. And there was a presence right behind him.

Demyx looked over his shoulder at the invader and gasped in alarm.

It was Axel.

“What was I doing in the first place?” Axel asked with a casual grin, his amusement apparent in his eyes. He watched as the Melodious Nocturne made a classic fish impression by opening and closing his mouth in thought of what to say. “I was walkin’ down the hall and next thing I know, I hear you screaming my name. Your soundproof walls suck, Dem, you know that?”
“Axel, I—“ Demyx began, but was cut off when the red-head kneeled right next to him.

“But by the sound of it, I was doing something really enjoyable. Can ya tell me exactly what I was doing to you to make you moan like that?” That same old hot, infuriating smirk was on his lips.

“Jerk,” Demyx whispered, gritting his teeth when he glared at the object of his hate, of his love, of his bittersweet, presumably unrequited affection.

Axel just smiled right back. “’Cause…I came in here to see you getting fucked…by yourself. Now what exactly am I supposed to think, Dem?”

“Fuck you!” Demyx quivered, tears rolling down his cheeks as he slowly turned to face that insufferable colleague of his. His hands balled up into fists as so many thoughts, summed up into words, dashed through his mind.

Pervert, asshole, and jerk were among some of the words zipping through his brain.

The thoughts made him truly angry. What made him even angrier was how Axel continued to smirk at him.

All of the sitar-player’s bottled up rage came out in the sound of an angry cry and he all but tackled the fire mage to the floor. A wrestling match ensued and Axel was taken by surprise by the sudden assault. But Demyx’s actions were futile, since Axel already had the upper hand.

Soon, after much grunting and frustrated whimpering, Demyx was pinned on his back with Axel between his legs, pinning him to the floor.

“The fuck was that about, Demyx?” the Flurry of Dancing Flame growled, holding the other young man down as he continued to writhe in internal pain and utter rage.

“Don’t you have a certain blonde to be fucking, you jerk?!” Demyx screamed, tears rolling profusely down his cheeks.

“Other than you, no,” Axel replied in a sarcastic tone, which was responded to with an angry growl.

“That’s not what I meant!” the dirty blonde screamed as he thrashed. But his movements were stopped when his jaw was grabbed within a strong, leather-gloved hand, and he was forced to stare into the eyes of the man atop him.

“Why were ya screamin’ my name, anyway?” Axel asked earnestly, cocking a half-brow down at his friend.

Sometimes Demyx thought that the red-head was even more clueless than he was. The sitar-player was almost prepared to not reply to him in spite, but when he found the words aching to break lose, he let the tears fall with them.

“M-maybe it’s because…I’m in love with you, Axel,” he responded in an angry whimper that was soon followed up by grit-toothed sobbing and sniffling. “But when I heard you’d hooked up with Roxas, I—“

“Roxas? Roxas? Who the hell said I hooked up with Roxas?” Axel asked in clear confusion, sitting back on his haunches and putting his hands on his thighs. “Roxas and I are best friends for cryin’ out loud! I’d never dream of getting into that kind of relationship with him.” He put his hands on his leather-clad thighs with a slap and looked down at the ground, getting an eye-full of Demyx crotch as he did so. He smirked, remembering that the boy before him was naked, and looked slowly up to lock gazes with his blue-eyed colleague. “So that’s what this is all about.”

“What’s all about?” Demyx asked when he was done sobbing, getting up on his elbows and wiping the tears from his puffy eyes. “Then…then does this mean that…they were wrong? You don’t love Roxas like that?”

“Demyx, Demyx, Demyx… I thought you knew me better than that,” Axel teased with a smile. A rather true smile, at that. “I’d never get you all jealous by starting a rumor like that.”

Now Demyx was confused. “Jealous? And who said you started the rumor?”

Axel was just about to answer that, and then he snapped his jaw shut. He’d fucked up pretty good. His grin fell away into a look of seriousness, and he grabbed Demyx into a sitting position. “Look, I didn’t know what to do…”

“Go on,” Demyx urged when his friend trailed off.

“…I didn’t know what to do when I began to feel…things.” Axel looked incredibly uncertain and began to scratch at his temple.

“Things?” Demyx echoed, cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah, things. Things I didn’t know us Nobodys were able to feel,” the red-head said quietly, finally meeting Demyx’s questioning stare. Axel sighed and continued on, “I was feeling these things…whenever I was around you. Then I realized…I wanted you.”

Demyx’s jaw went a little slack at this, but he didn’t interrupt this time. He let Axel continue.

“I didn’t know how to deal with it!” Axel said exasperatedly as he looked off to the side again, his hand lowering to rub nervously at the back of his neck. “Despite popular belief, I’d be way too shy to explain it to you…”

“So you started a rumor…” Demyx added.

“…To see how you would react.” Axel looked at Demyx again, and was surprised to see a smile on those cute, pink lips.
“You really are a fucking jerk,” Demyx chuckled with a shake of his head. But he could not conceal his blush. He felt a mixture of anger and relief when he looked at Axel and stared into his hypnotic green eyes, and felt more tears threaten to roll down his cheeks. He looked away right before they were about to fall and shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Well, I guess my cat’s out of the bag…”

“So’s mine,” Axel muttered with a chuckle, blushing a bit, as well. “M’…m’sorry for hurtin’ ya like that…”

With a little shake of his head, Demyx gasped when he felt a gentle, gloved hand on his cheek, and he turned to look Axel in the eyes. He didn’t notice that the red-head had gotten a lot closer until just then, when their noses were almost touching.

“C’n…I kiss you?” Axel whispered, his lips millimeters away from the sitar-player’s own.

“Y-yeah…sure,” Demyx managed to squeak out. Axel took the opportunity as the other spoke to lean in for a rather awkward, deep kiss. It was exactly as Demyx imagined.

The taste of honey mingled with the scent of tobacco and smoke when the dirty-blonde’s lips met those of the red-head’s, and Demyx made a sound of delight at the flavor of his very first real kiss. He’d used clones to practice from time to time, but now it was the real thing, and he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy, getting to wrap his arms around Axel’s neck, just like he’d always longed to do.

When his friend responded to the insistent, clumsy kiss so willingly, Axel’s ego was effectively stroked and it compelled him to deepen the liplock. As a result, Demyx was pushed down onto his back once more, the red-head’s body settling comfortably atop him.

The sitar-player gasped softly when he felt Axel’s tongue prod at his lips, gliding along those delicate membranes, silently asking for passage. Again, much to Axel’s surprise, Demyx opened right up for an exploratory assault. But, not to be outdone, the sitar-player’s own tongue responded with little prods and massaging passes of his own, making a soft moan squeeze past Axel’s lips.

Moments later the kiss was broken so that the pair could get some air in their lungs, and they both panted in eachother’s faces, not minding the moist, hot air against their senses.

“You dunno how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Axel muttered as he caught his breath, gazing into Demyx’s beautiful blue eyes.

“You should have done it sooner,” the blonde responded, his eyes-half lidded in contentment and adoration for the man atop him. A deft hand raised to caress Axel’s cheek, and Demyx smiled, tears of happiness filling his eyes.

Axel stared back down into those eyes, but was a little sidetracked when he felt a prodding against his thigh. He looked down to find Demyx’s reawakened erection poking against his leg, and when the sitar-player realized just what his friend was looking at, he blushed.

Smirking, Axel looked back up at Demyx and sat up, grabbing the zipper of his coat and slowly bringing it down. “Now I’m not being fair at all,” he grinned, letting the coat fall off of his shoulders, taking it off all the way and tossing it to the side. He continued to smirk as he felt eyes on his body, scoping out every contour of his skin and each lean curve of muscle. He even made a sound of pleasure when his chest was touched by curious hands, puffing it out a little to show that he was enjoying the ministrations.

Axel then removed his gloves and let his own hands travel the expanse of the lean chest below him, smiling when he felt the smooth, hairless skin underneath his fingertips. And then he found those nipples. “You have the cutest nipples I have ever seen,” Axel growled, letting the middle fingers of both hands massage them in small circles. At this Demyx moaned aloud, letting his own chest arch up into the touches as they were given. Axel looked satisfied at this.

The way Demyx blushed and panted and moaned, they were all attributes that were driving Axel insane with affection and desire for the younger Nobody, and he leaned down to capture those pink lips in another, more confident kiss. His hands left the perked nubs on Demyx’s chest and fled down to the waistband of his own pants, and Axel wriggled out of the leather, effectively stripping until he was down to his boxers. The silky, satin material rubbed against the blonde’s erection and yanked a moan from his lips.

“Like my undies?” Axel teased, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and rocking his hips against that throbbing flesh.

“Take them off,” Demyx pleaded, tugging at the legs of them as he stared up into the other’s eyes.

“Alright, alright… But I’m only gonna do it because you look so cute when you beg,” Axel chuckled, sliding the final article of clothing from his form and tossing it away.

Demyx stared at the magnificence of the naked man before him, reaching out to touch his abnormally broad hips, letting his fingers trail up his sides. He let out a breathless sigh at his happiness and how lucky he felt, his blue eyes flitting up to stare into the other’s emerald depths.

Axel responded with a simple smirk, moving Demyx’s legs a little so that they wrapped around his waist, thinking that his hips cradled those long, perfect limbs as if they were made for that position.

“Is it alright if I resume what those silly clones of yours couldn’t, Demmy?” Axel growled, biting his lips together and feeling at his friend’s entrance. He found it sufficiently wet enough to continue with the activity without further lubrication, and he took hold of Demyx’s hips, waiting for an answer.

Demyx was…a little scared. He was suspicious of Axel for no good reason, and he wondered if this was his sick way of getting a good fuck in before the night was out. But something inside Demyx told him that he was a complete idiot for thinking that and he gave the other a firm nod before grabbing onto his shoulders.

Axel bit his lips together and readjusted his grip before pressing against Demyx’s hole, slowly pushing in. Inch by inch, he didn’t stop, relishing in the groans coming from the sitar-player, his sitar-player. He gave off little growls and moans of his own when he was fully sheathed within that tight heat, and he bowed his head for just a moment, making sure he didn’t cum on the spot.

“Ungh, Demyx…you’re so tight,” he rasped out, jerking his hips a little and getting a nice grunt in reply.

It was then that Axel locked gazes with the other and began to thrust, drawing out of Demyx’s ass only to slam back in again, moaning along with the symphony that greeted him.

“AH! AXEL!” Demyx screamed as the man atop him repeated his previous move over and over and over, his hips already tilted just right so that they hit his prostate with each and every pass. Demyx was trembling visibly as he was taken, but he could not break away from Axel’s gaze. He didn’t want to.

“Demmy, nnn…” Axel moaned, making sure his own body rubbed sensually up against his sitar-player’s with each and every movement. It wasn’t long before they would both cum, and the red-head wanted to savor it as much as possible.

Demyx was grimacing in pure bliss, his head tossed back slightly. Their stare never broke even as, his prostate being slammed into with a particularly hard trust, he came, his seed shooting to spread across his chest. A breathless cry burst from his swollen lips and overwhelmed tears slipped down his cheeks, his face a bright shade of pink.

Just watching his new lover orgasm made Axel go right over the edge as well, yanking the blonde into a very deep, passionate kiss as his hips gyrated fiercely into that scalding heat. He saw white when he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure, and when the miracle subsided, he collapsed against the other, panting along his neck.

“Mph,” Demyx growled as he was squished and, when he saw that the other wasn’t going to get off, he let him rest there, his own arms wrapped around the red-head’s form.

“So good,” Axel breathed, finally getting up off of Demyx and moaning when his softening dick slid out from his body. A whimper sounded through the room when that wholeness was lost, and Demyx sat up, clinging to Axel.

“I love you,” Demyx squeaked, standing when Axel did, grabbing him around the waist and hugging him close.

“And I…I love you, Demyx,” Axel whispered into his ear, clutching the sitar-player close.

Demyx stood up straight and looked into Axel’s eyes, stroking his hair and smiling. He was all cried out, but he felt as if he would cry at any second. “I’m so lucky,” he whimpered, rubbing at the lingering wetness on his face.

“I never meant to make you cry,” Axel spoke sincerely, fingering Demyx’s wilted mullet. “I just…wanted to be with you.”

“Axel…” he whimpered, leaning into the touches. He could not suppress a yawn and blushed brightly, his eyelids feeling droopy.

“C’mon, sleepyhead. Let’s get to bed,” Axel smirked, taking Demyx to his room. The young man limped a little and Axel smiled smugly to himself at that fact. “Sorry if I was rough.”

“You were perfect,” Demyx smiled, giving Axel a peck on the cheek.

Chuckling and blushing, Axel tossed Demyx onto his bed…cocking a brow when the mattress cradled his body like the waves of the sea. Demyx saw his confusion and grinned, scrambling to make room for him on the seasick mattress. “Waterbed.”

Axel raised both eyebrows, smirking as many rather dirty thoughts poured into his brain. “Kinky.”

“Come to bed, jerk,” Demyx giggled, accepting the Flurry of Dancing Flame into his arms once he crawled onto the ever-shifting mattress. Axel bounced experimentally before settling down, laughing in amusement of the rise and fall of their bodies.

“This will turn out to be much fun,” Axel yawned, letting his head rest on Demyx’s shoulder, nuzzling up under his chin. “Love ya, Demmy,” he sighed, snuggling lovingly up against the other Nobody. If they could feel any form of emotion at all, this was it. Axel was sure he was feeling the utmost love for the man in his arms.

Demyx giggled again and stroked his hair before settling down, himself, holding Axel tightly in his arms. This turned from the worst day of his non-existence to the best day of his non-existence, and he would tell Axel all about it in the morning.

“Love you, too, Axel. More than you know.”

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WATER CLONE SECKS. Ooooo. I hope you all enjoyed this one...even though it was kind of...not very good in my opinion. I love the pairing Axel x Demyx, so don't give me beef for "WHERE'S ROXAS"

Review and stuff. <3