Wash Away My Tears

Demyx was just strumming on his sitar, as usual, when Roxas came knocking on his door; well, slamming on it was more like it. When he opened the door, the younger-looking blonde was standing on his front porch with sadder-than-usual looking eyes, his cheeks and nose slightly red from the crying he had obviously been doing.

“Roxas? What’s wrong??” Demyx asked, letting him inside and shutting the door as Roxas walked over and sat on the couch, placing his head in his hands.

“I… He…” Roxas sniffled slightly, then looked up at Demyx. “Am I… clingy or something? Is there… Is there something about me… that Axel didn’t like?”

Demyx’s eyes went wide. He had to think to refrain from blurting out something along the lines of “YOU GUYS ACTUALLY BROKE UP?!!” and making Roxas’ mood worse. He walked over and sat down next to Roxas, hugging the younger, shorter male to his side. “Hey, look, you’re not clingy or anything like that. You’re smart, and heaven knows you’re hella-independent… What’s this about?”

“He… He kicked me out…” Roxas murmured, more tears coming to his eyes. He tried to wipe them away, but more kept replacing them. “Why would he do that unless there was something wrong with me??”

It was almost too much for Demyx to absorb at once; Axel was always all over Roxas, and definitely borderline overly-protective of the kid… So why was Roxas here, in Demyx’s house, crying about how the redhead had kicked him out of THEIR house?! He blinked, looking at Roxas softly. There wasn’t any reason – point blank – that Axel would have broken up with Roxas and left the blonde high and dry that made any sense, or had been forewarned, or could have even happened in an alternate universe.

“Roxas, whatever the reason is, it’s stupid. He shouldn’t have kicked you out, especially like this with no warning!” Demyx said, rubbing Roxas’ shoulder reassuringly. Roxas looked up into Demyx’s eyes with that sad look again, and Demyx had to force a sympathetic smile. “How could Axel be mean to someone as sweet as you…?” he asked, before realizing that this dialogue wasn’t just in his head.

Blue eyes widened, and Roxas blinked in surprise. “Wh… What…?” he murmured.

Demyx’s face flushed, and he quickly pushed himself away from the blonde, to the other end of the couch. He looked away, obviously mentally beating himself up about it. “I’m sorry… That’s not something that should come out at a time like this.” he said, looking off to the side AWAY from Roxas.

Then he felt Roxas move closer to him, and the smaller blonde wormed his way back under Demyx’s arm, leaning on his side. “Say it again… please…” he murmured, hugging the taller blonde.

Looking down at Roxas, Demyx said, “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to have me complementing you like that when you just broke up with Axel… and besides, you probably heard stuff like that all the time from him, right?”

“He liked to tell me how ‘good-looking’ I was all the time… or something to that effect…” Roxas said, almost bitterly.

“Oh, come now… he complemented your other qualities, too, and he talked about you all of the time when you weren’t around…” Demyx said, and as he spoke, he could feel himself as well as Roxas wondering “THEN WHY THE HELL DID HE THROW ROXAS OUT?!!”

“So he broke up with me for no reason.” Roxas stated bluntly, glaring at the floor.

Though he didn’t want that being said about his best friend, that was the only conclusion Demyx could come to… and it really pissed him off, which was rare. “You know what, forget about him, he shouldn’t have thrown you out.” he told Roxas, hugging the smaller blonde to him. “You can stay with me, Roxas! Even if it’s just until you’re on your feet again, or whatever, but I won’t throw you out…”

He probably would have said more, but he was cut off when Roxas kissed him. Demyx couldn’t help himself, as he hugged the younger blonde tightly and took part in the kiss as well, sliding his tongue into Roxas’ welcoming mouth.

Repositioning himself, Demyx pulled Roxas into his lap; he broke the kiss in surprise when Roxas’ hand fell on the hem of his jeans. It had been intentional, too, he realized when the younger flustered and looked away, removing his hand. “I’m… I’m sorry…” he mumbled, looking as embarrassed as he felt.

He started to move away, but Demyx picked him up and stood, walking down the hallway to his bedroom. He nudged the door closed with his foot, then walked over and set Roxas on his bed before leaning over him with another kiss. Roxas wrapped his arms around Demyx’s neck, and while they were kissing, in the back of his mind he wondered if Demyx was going to be different from Axel; after all, they both had different, yet very similar personalities…

Demyx’s fingers ran under Roxas’ tank top, along the soft flesh of his belly. The smaller blonde shivered as skilled hands worked off his shirt, gliding up to where his nipples were. As the cool fingers played with his sensitive nubs, Roxas let out a surprised gasp that allowed Demyx to depart their lips; he opted, instead, to graze his teeth very, very lightly against Roxas’ neck.

The older male lightly traced Roxas’ ribcage with a fingertip, which stopped and changed direction when it came to the hem of the uke’s jeans, riding along the edge so his skin still – however barely – made contact with Roxas’ skin. A pool of need grouped together in the younger blonde’s belly as Demyx’s fingers drew closer to the button… then tightened as they passed to the other side of his hips.

He bit his lower lip. “Hey…! D-Demyx…?” he whimpered, then let out a soft, somewhat-silent groan as Demyx’s hot mouth momentarily divulged his desire of full-on contact on a particularly sensitive part of his neck.

Having correctly silenced his lover for the moment, Demyx applied several chaste, light kisses down to Roxas’ collar, his thumbs now playing with the dips of the smaller blonde’s pelvis. After a moment, Roxas managed to flutter his eyes open and lifted his torso up onto his elbows, looking at the seme.

As if sensing his stare, Demyx paused in his kisses and looked up, smiling as his cool, turquoise seas met Roxas’ blazing blue skies. “Yes?” he asked, his hands not stopping as they went about undoing his pants.

“I never took you… to be the teasing sort…” Roxas said, blushing slightly as he stared into Demyx’s eyes. It was strange – they were calm, yet there was a definite intensity in them that seemed to flicker in and out of them, like light reflecting off of rippling water.

Demyx chuckled lightly, giving his usual “I-know-something-you-don’t-know” smile that made him so undeniably him. “We’re not done yet.” he said, shrugging off his button-up shirt.

Roxas blinked hazily, finding he couldn’t look away as Demyx undressed. The older male wasn’t even trying to look irresistible or tantalizing, that was obvious… but he was. He seemed to shed his clothes like a snake would shed skin, and perhaps it was the fact that he wasn’t trying too hard to be seductive was the very reason WHY it was so entrancing to watch.

Then those eyes were on him again, hypnotizing Roxas as Demyx moved closer, until he was leaning over the smaller male again. Roxas was aware of the hand on his cheek, but somehow he was unable to acknowledge it fully until Demyx’s mouth took over his. The taller male pulled Roxas close to him, and suddenly the uke felt like he was being smothered in a shockwave of sensations. He didn’t know when Demyx had entered him – probably while Roxas was lost in his gaze – but as soon as his back was pushed against the bed again, he felt Demyx’s cock ram up against his prostate.

His back arched, pressing his body up to Demyx’s with a mewling cry into the other’s mouth. His hands clasped at Demyx’s back as warm feel-good spasms – not tingles, but honest-to-god SPASMS!! – jolted throughout every nerve of his body, his nails digging into the older man’s back. Roxas’ cock became more and more rigid with each and every movement Demyx made inside his body, from the lightest shift to the hardest thrust.

He felt those light finger tips run along his cock, and Roxas felt his belly tighten. His spine sent a trembling shiver throughout his body as the ghost-like touch treaded lightly along the length of his hard member. Just as his fingers came to the weeping tip of Roxas’ cock, Demyx pulled away from the kiss and lowered his lips to one of the uke’s ears. “You were saying?” he murmured lightly, then instantly grabbed the appendage with enough authority and control that there was only a gentle squeeze.

But the suddenness of the gesture caused Roxas to cum with a loud, strained sex cry to the heavens. His body tightened, causing Demyx to groan as he, too, found release.

The two of them slowly relaxed back into reality, with Roxas still trying to collect his composure from his surprisingly-breathtaking gambol on the bottom and Demyx on top with his breathing also shallow and quicker than usual.

Pulling out of his lover, Demyx pulled the blanket up over both, laying next to Roxas and fiddling with his hair thoughtfully. “…I need to go check on something…” he said softly.

Roxas reached up to touch the fingers playing with his messy hair. “Not yet.” he pleaded, looking up at Demyx imploringly. “Just… Just a little longer…”

Demyx chuckled, giving Roxas that carefree, untroubled smile that was his trademark. “I didn’t say I was gonna go now. I’ll wait ‘til you pass out… I’ll even be back by the time you wake up.” he said, kissing the innocent’s forehead.

Roxas’ eyes quivered, and he smiled gently. “Thank you…” he murmured, then closed his eyes and snuggled closer to the taller male.

An hour or so must have passed before Roxas’ breathing had calmed enough to tell Demyx that he was fast asleep. Without a sound or a moment’s hesitance, Demyx slid out of his bed, sitting up and getting dressed. He left the room, quietly shutting the door, before walking outside and making his way down the sidewalk to the house Roxas USED to share with Axel.

He knocked on the door, and waited for Axel to answer. When the redhead did, he looked surprised to see his best friend at the door. He was even more shocked when, without a word or warning scowl, Demyx punched him in the face.

With a satisfied nod, Demyx then turned around and strode back towards his house; the house HE now shared with Roxas.

The End.
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I really don't hate Axel OR Akuroku, trust me. If you've read my other stuff, you know. Hell, the only pairings I have any problems with is Soroku and Akuriku... Big seme/uke issues, and the fact that they're not my faves.

No offense to those who like it!!

I needed a small change in my writings, so I woke up this morning with this lovely idea. Hope you thought it was lovely, too... I'm not sure how well I did on the ending. XD;; I suck at endings. |3;;