Hygiene

(Author’s note: Hay, you guuuys. Here’s another delightful VIII/IX fiction for you all. This is meant to be comedic, so don’t go all “EW” on me. ‘Kay? ‘Kay.

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I don’t own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters. I just like to see them all doing crazy shit.

Kingdom Hearts is the sole property of SquEnix and Disney, and all that jazz.)



Hygiene


Another dim, lightless morning rested its rude head upon The World That Never Was, the only thing able to awaken the sleeping Nobodys within being their own internal clocks. There were many, many windows all throughout the building, but no matter how far into the day one stared out them, the sun would never grace the presence of the nothingness that world was. And that’s just how it was, one would suppose.

The members of the Organization seemed to rouse, generally, at similar times, although whether or not their brains had been activated was another question entirely. Not until this little task was completed would they bathe, eat, and set out on whatever mission their Superior had planned for them.

But, all the time, there were members that were never given missions, and there were also members who were taking a day of rest for the fact that they had just returned from a grueling task, job well-done or not. The latter of the few often woke up just slightly later than those who actually had something to do, and this was the case for a certain red-headed Nobody. The slim, snoozing form had thrown off the blankets some time in the night, and the lithe body was sprawled out, taking up most of the bed. His arm was draped luxuriously over a pile of quilts and blankets and pillows and his face was pressed against the mattress. The sound of quiet snoring could be heard throughout the serene silence of the room, lazily breaking the quiet atmosphere just as a lion would growl in the jungle’s silent night. That growl was muffled by the bedding in which Axel’s face was firmly shoved, but something still stirred underneath the pile of extra blankets over which Axel’s arm resided.

Out from the blankets came a long, pale, well-muscled leg, the length of it stretching while the toes splayed out in all directions. As that limb relaxed, another body-part escaped the confines of that soft, warm, dark igloo, this one in particular being a knobby-knuckled, string-calloused hand. The long digits at the end of the arm groped blindly along the bed and, soon enough, the hand found what it wanted; the taut curve of Axel’s upturned ass. The blanket-monster’s hand glided upon the surface of the silk boxers that adorned the twin mounds of flesh in a gentle caress before that mischievous paw slid back up and began its descent beneath the soft fabric. It was until the thumb hooked itself on the elastic hem of the underwear that the hand halted its trek, the arm to which it was connected finally relaxing at the warm, comforting feeling of Axel’s cute butt against the palm.

The snoring from the redhead gradually quieted, and the noise eventually quieted altogether, replaced by the groaning of a sleepy Nobody. Axel lifted his head up from the mattress and his green eyes squinted, even against the darkness of his room, and they searched for whatever was resting on his ass. He propped himself up on his elbows, his upper body no longer against the bed, and he shifted to look over his shoulder, cocking a brow that was submerged under the hem of his satin shorts. He made a lazy ‘hm’-noise and slowly followed the arm to see that it ended by plunging into the pile of excess comforters that his own arm had just been around. He noticed the soft mound shifting and even audibly experienced a little, content sigh.

He had no idea who it was, frankly, and he was a little annoyed that someone had snuck into his room at night just to feel him up in the sleep-like state he was in. His dark-rimmed eyes blinked once before he let out a little growl, reaching for one blanket that made up the many in the pile, lifting it up…

There lay Demyx, the sitar-player sleeping serenely with a big, subconscious smile on his face. His dirty-blonde hair was tousled and rather messy against his face, and it added to how adorable the overall picture was, making it irresistibly cute.

Axel’s anger melted away at the sight, but he was still a little confused. Last he heard, his companion had been sent out on a mission that was supposed to have taken quite a long time, and the redhead hadn’t expected him to return so early. He must have failed miserably, or he must have done so well that the job was completed in a shorter period of time. Which was often not the case.

But, now that the musician was here, Axel’s happiness was multiplied when a thought entered his mind; the thought of Demyx breaking into his room after a long mission just to sleep next to him. Steal his blankets, of course, but who needs technicalities?

Letting that hand remain hooked over the hem of his boxers, Axel reached out, nudging some of the blankets away in order to better caress Demyx’s unblemished, baby’s-ass-soft face, a smile playing on his own lips. He was still a little grumpy that he had been woken up quite a while before he’d wanted (he’d intended to sleep long into the day, at least until Xemnas bribed someone to prod the Flurry of Dancing Flames back into reality), he could not stay mad at the clumsy Organization member.

Axel watched him for just a little while longer before frowning and smacking his lips in thought. Would he cuddle up against Demyx and return to the comfort of sleep, or would he slide out of bed and let the dirty-blonde slumber all by his lonesome? That would not do, leaving the poor boy there like that after all he probably went through to pick the lock of Axel’s door. What a waste it would be to spend all night with a bobby pin inside the lock of your lover’s door only to wake up and find him not there. When one thought about it, it was like masturbating while dreaming.

But one thing was for certain; Axel needed a good tooth brushing. Desperately. His tonsils were renowned for inflicting disgusting morning breath upon him, something he discovered when he tried to make a move on his lovely musician in the earliest hours of the day. Demyx had wrinkled his nose when the redhead kissed him, pulling away a little sooner than Axel would have liked him to, but all for good reason. But, after he brushed his teeth, he got a good lay out of the dirty blonde. Minty-fresh sex.

Axel decided that he would scrub his mouth and then return to bed so that he may spend all the time he could with the musician, just in case Xemnas had something planned for him that would take up his evening. Or, even, keep him apart from Demyx for days, weeks, or even months. At one time, the redhead went on a long-term mission and when he returned, Demyx had just about gone crazy. He hoped he would never have to do that again.

Leaning in, the Flurry of Dancing Flames pressed a gentle kiss to Demyx’s brow, and he watched as the beautiful young man beside him stirred…but then went back into dreamland. Axel marveled at the sight before looking to matters at hand, or, rather, in Demyx’s hand. Those long, skilled fingers were still gripping at Axel’s ass, and he had to do a bit of problem-solving to figure out how he would get out of there before awakening the other resident in the bed. He reached back and gently wrapped his fingers around the knobby wrist of the sitar-player, and was just about to pull that hand out of the back of his shorts before Demyx sounded his disapproval in the form of a little, sleep-ridden whine.

Axel couldn’t help but chuckle at this, and he continued the slow removal of that wandering limb, and it went nice and smoothly. But the progress abruptly stopped when Demyx grabbed onto the back of his underwear in a surprising death-grip.
Growling, Axel said quietly, “Demyx…I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick. You can survive without me for a few minutes…can’t’cha?”

There was another sound, and then the grip loosened a little, enabling Axel to pull that hand out the rest of the way. But Demyx’s face now looked troubled, even though he was asleep, and the hand that was previously cuddled up against Axel’s butt was now curled up in the sheets.

“…God, you look pitiful. Here,” Axel whispered, sitting up in bed and pulling off his boxers, sliding the silkiness over the musician’s worried hand. “You can have these, until I get back.”

As if there was some unspoken promise in that, the musician’s face softened, and his lips curled into a dumb, lazy, almost knowing smile. His eyes remained closed, and his breath remained shallow.

Smiling once more at how adorable Demyx looked under that mountain of blankets, only his head and arm and a long, long leg sticking out, his hand hidden under the clumped fabric of his lover’s satin boxers, Axel’s movements to get out of bed were delayed until he finally found the motivation and initiative to slide to the edge of the bed and stand.

He shivered a little at the cool air that attacked his lowers, a sensation that made him want to go even faster with this little morning ritual. He padded quickly to his bathroom and looked in the mirror, messing momentarily with his slightly depressed-looking hair, before grabbing for his red toothbrush and cinnamon toothpaste. He was a little surprised to find Demyx’s yellow toothbrush right next to his own, having forgotten that the dirty blonde had taken to brushing his teeth in Axel’s own bathroom in preparation for many-a ‘sleepover’. A little smile graced the redhead’s lips in reminiscence before he took up the toothbrush into his hand and put a dab of red, glittery toothpaste on the head.

His lip curled back into a sneer as he took a look at his rather straight pearly whites, hooking his index fingers into the corners of his mouth to pull them back and inspect his molars, and after a moment or two of evaluation, he began to brush. A delightful, tingling foam was appearing in his mouth as he brushed his way all around his mouth, taking care of his canines and incisors and molars. He’d never had a cavity in the entirety of his Nobodyhood, and absently wondered if Nobodys were able to obtain cavities. He stared at himself in the mirror as he thought about the possibility, and then he shrugged it off, continuing to brush. A silly question like that would have to wait until it was proper for a certain conversation.

The next thought that entered his laughable brain was how much he looked like a rabid dog with all the foam at the corners of his lips. Removing the toothbrush from his mouth, he growled at the mirror, and then proceeded to chuckle.

It was at that moment that he felt a hand on his bare ass, which had been sticking out as he leaned against the counter, and his head shot back to stare Demyx right in the eye. The musician was smirking sleepily and smugly even as he leaned down to wrap his arms around Axel’s waist, resting his head against his back. “Oooh, you’re scaaary,” Demyx teased, turning his head up to rest his chin on the redhead’s shoulder.

As Axel growled at being scared, he blushed, a bit embarrassed at the fact that he had been making a fool of himself in his own bathroom, when he knew perfectly well that Demyx may have been awake to hear it. But his blush appeared for an entirely different reason as he felt something long and hard poking against his lower back, and he looked at the musician behind him by looking into the mirror.

“Scarier than your trouser snake, Demmy,” Axel chuckled, lifting a hand to continue pistoning the toothbrush in and out of his mouth, putting the finishing touches on his pristinely polished mouth-pearls. He thought about where Demyx’s boxers went, anyway, if he had been wearing any to begin with.

That statement got a blush out of the sleepy Demyx who could not deny the presence of his morning wood. He pressed his head against Axel’s shoulder, kissing it lightly, “…I was having a good dream until I realized that you had rabies.”

The redhead shouted a little laugh at this, which turned into a gasp when he felt the thickness of the musician’s erection against the channel of his ass, sliding back and forth in a slow, lazy rhythm.

“Mmm, can’t you wait until I’m done brushing my teeth?” Axel whispered around his toothbrush and the abundant foam, earning a harsh little hump from the sitar-player behind him.

“No,” Demyx giggled, reaching over to a drawer and pulling it open to shuffle around inside it. Those hips kept moving even as Demyx’s fingers found a tube of lubricant in the sink-bureau, and he pulled it out, moving away from Axel long enough to get his erect penis nice and slick.

“Demyx, please… I’ll let you fuck me once I’m done, oh-ka—ah!!” Axel didn’t get to say what he wanted to say, since he felt the moist head of the dirty blonde’s thick cock at his puckered entrance. The tip pressed against that ring of muscle just hard enough to bring sensation, but it did not yet enter until the musician felt the tightness recede.

“You seem up for it,” the sitar-player growled into his ear, and Axel bit down on his toothbrush to keep from snapping at him. The redhead gasped and almost dropped his toothbrush when he felt the penetration occur, and he whimpered in pain leaning down over the bowl of the sink as if he were about to vomit. But, his own dick was proudly erect and was now pressed against the cool cabinet doors under the sink.

“Demyyyx…!” he whined, digging his fingers into the tile countertop, feeling arms loop back around his skinny waist and hips press against his ass. The goddamn musician was all the way inside him. “Fuck, why do you gotta be so thick…? It hurts like a bitch, Dem’, and I’m not even done brushing my goddamn teeth!”

“Don’t be mad,” he whispered huskily against the redhead’s neck before suckling on the tender skin there, keeping himself deeply embedded inside Axel’s body in order to let his companion adjust. His penis was not really long, but its circumference was admirable, and Demyx was glad for Axel’s surreally broad hips.

While they both waited, the musician brought his right hand up to take the toothbrush from the redhead’s mouth, his left hand also leaving his waist to grab his jaw and open his mouth up wide. He slipped the oral cleaning tool back into his mouth and stared intently into the mirror, taking over the job of brushing his lover’s teeth.

“Mnnnwha—“ was all Axel could manage, his face bright red at how fucking awkward this was. It was as if he was getting ass-rammed by his godforsaken dentist! Or, rather, he imagined that this is what it would be like if he ever did get fucked by his dentist.
His erection didn’t mind at all, however. If anything, it had begun to throb more with each pass of bristles over teeth.
Axel gave up. This is what he got for hooking up with the weirdest kid in the Organization.

To humor the musician inside his body, he began to respond to the brushing, his foam-covered tongue wriggling teasingly against the plastic neck of the toothbrush, and he was awarded with a little moan from the teen behind him.

At this, Demyx was compelled to begin thrusting, and he did so, drawing all the way out of his lover until only the head remained, completing the simple, repetitive cycle by slamming deeply into him, his hips flush against Axel’s perfect ass. Axel himself moaned out and kept his hands white-knuckled against the tile countertop, his eyes open just enough so that his intense green eyes could watch the smirk playing over his shoulder.

Demyx would have to add this to his scrapbook of ‘Crazy Shit I’ve Done’, chuckling at the prospect and continuing to thrust and brush. He synchronized the movements of his arm and his abdomen so that the toothbrush was thrusting into Axel’s mouth at the same time the musician’s shaft was sheathing itself deep within the hot confines of the redhead’s anus. The tingling in his mouth and in his ass was driving Axel insane in strange embarrassment and sick pleasure.

He was so enveloped in the scenario that Axel whined when the toothbrush was removed from his mouth, but he definitely wasn’t prepared for the bony hand that roughly grabbed his wild red mane and pushed his head down into the sink. Demyx’s hips kept moving, a little more shallowly than before, but they were moving even faster now as he spoke a single word, “Spit.”

Complying after a loud growl rumbled out from his throat, he was yanked back up by his hair, and Demyx began fucking him roughly against the counter. The sound of the musician’s swollen balls smacking against Axel’s taut bottom resonated throughout the livingspace, and although the redhead’s hands were trying to pry Demyx’s fist out of his hair, he was moaning and mewling like a cat in heat, his back arched and head tossed back. Those hands held onto Demyx’s arm as he began to get back into the rhythm of things, his balance being graciously insured by the hand firmly pressed to a broad, bony hip.

Dangerously narrowed ocean blue eyes flitted back and forth between the sight right in front of the musician and the one projected on the mirror across the sink, and he moaned at how Axel’s body was so gracefully stretched and arced, and it made him only thrust harder into that suffocating heat, his lips sucking ravenously and teeth nibbling hungrily at the tender flesh of the young man’s neck.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Axel,” Demyx growled, accepting the lobe of his ear into his mouth, sucking and biting at it and drinking in each and every moan that spilled from the redhead’s mouth.

Giving Axel’s hair a rough little tug, the sitar-player moaned right along with the yell that resulted, ignoring the fatigue in his hips and thighs.

“I’ll get you for this!” The Flurry of Dancing Flames groaned gutturally, his eyes having slid shut and his squeaky clean teeth gritted together, his lips curled back to reveal so.

“Mmm, please, do,” Demyx invited with a little chuckle, his hips bucking forward very, very roughly, and the dirty blonde was forced to bite his lip and pause in his movements to keep from climaxing at the sweet scream that flowed from Axel’s parted lips. It was obvious that his prostate had been virtually stabbed by Demyx’s rock-hard cock, and the lithe body in the musician’s arms was trembling as evidence.

“DO THAT AGAIN!” Axel shrieked, and the generous Demyx did as he was told, snapping his pelvis forward a second time so slide his penis quickly and abruptly into the tight cavern of Number VIII’s ass. Another cry filled the room as the fire mage’s seed was released along the cabinet doors beneath the sink, and continued to do so until he was about ready to collapse right then and there.

He would have, too, if Demyx had not been there to keep thrusting madly into him. Blue eyes watched as the arced form in his arms became spent, how his face contorted into a mask of pure pleasure and how his delicious neck craned to shout his passion to a world that would never hear him. This man was poetry in motion, and the centrifugal forces of this literary form shoved him violently over the edge.

Demyx came with a loud cry deep within Axel’s body, a few clumsy thrusts signaling the end as the sitar-player rode the orgasmic wave of his own creation. As he ejaculated, his balance was thrown off, and he fell to the floor with a smart-sounding thud, and the lover in his arms came right with him.

"OW,” he wailed, his own ass just as numb as Axel’s undoubtedly was.

“Serves you right,” Axel growled, sitting up with a tired groan and turning around to face the fallen Demyx. He straddled over the musician’s lap and sat up as straight as he could, despite the circumstances, crossing his arms over his slim chest and glaring tiredly down at his mate. “The fuck was that for, anyway?”

“You were doing it wrong,” Demyx grinned, and was promptly socked in the chest by the man atop him. Whimpering, the sitar-player swatted weakly at Axel, resulting in the redhead grabbing those flailing wrists and pinning them up above his head.

“’Doing it wrong’ my ass,” Axel snarled, leaning down to plant a bruising, passionate kiss to Demyx’s lips.

Demyx responded with a little whimper at the harshness, now quite sure that his bottom lip would be broken and bleeding, but he didn’t care too much about that the moment Axel’s slippery, moist tongue invaded his mouth, the cinnamon-flavored muscle gliding over his teeth. Demyx also swore that tongue made movements as if it was immitating a toothbrush.

This theory was confirmed when Axel broke the kiss and sat up for air, smirking smugly down at the sated dirty blonde. “That’s how you do it,” he purred, his hands releasing their grip on Demyx’s to trail down his chest, resting against his stomach.

“Oh, I see,” Demyx sleepily smiled, reaching up to delve his hands once more into his lover’s hair, pulling him down for another refreshing kiss. But, just as the one before it, that lip lock was broken, and the sitar-player said absently, “Good-morning, by the way.”


(Author’s note: So, uh…how’d you all like it? :B Remember, reviews are lurb, and flaming is for sissy girly-girls. Dur-hur.)