In a Dream

“Ohhhhhh Axelllll…………” the purple-haired nobody moaned, his body arching in pleasure and his fingers clenching the bed sheets.
“Oh, I knew you’d like this, Zexy,” the redhead cooed from his position between Number VI’s legs.
“More, Axel…..” Zexion insisted, sweat dripping from his forehead.
The Flurry of Dancing Flames smirked before bringing a hand up, trailing his long fingers across the other male’s thigh before moving it toward his center. The tip of his index finger prodded the opening of Zexion’s hole, making the purple-haired nobody shiver.
After carefully scissoring two fingers inside Number VI, Axel inserted a third finger, assuring Zexion that it was all going to feel good soon.
The redhead licked his lips and lifted the bookworm’s legs up and around him, positioning himself.
“Ready, Zexy?” Axel asked hurriedly, his green eyes staring into Number VI’s teal ones.
The purple-haired nobody nodded eagerly then braced himself.
Axel pressed the tip inside the Cloaked Schemer, the tight heat wrapping around him.
“Oh fuck,” Number VIII groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.
A second later, his green orbs shot open and instead of seeing the gorgeous purple-haired nobody beneath him, he was staring up at his bedroom ceiling, his body stuck to the sheets with sweat.
“Dammit,” the redhead breathed violently, slamming his closed fist to his pillow. He noticed his erection that pointed to the sky and swiftly moved his hand along his naked form, teasing. His fingers enclosed around his manhood and he began pumping.
After he finished without complete satisfaction, the redhead cleaned himself on his sheets and rolled over, angrily smashing the pillow under his head in order to get comfortable.
A few minutes had passed when Axel heard footsteps outside his door.
“Who is it?” he asked half a second before there came an uncertain knock.
“Axel?”
The Flurry of Dancing Flames sighed roughly before repeating,
“Who is it?
“It’s m-me, Demyx.”
“Come in, man,” Axel grunted, sitting up and wrapping a sheet around his naked lower half.
The door opened slowly and the Melodious Nocturne stepped inside, closing it behind him.
“What’s up, Dem?” the redhead asked, running a hand through his wild crimson hair.
“Xemnas is in Saïx’s room again…..” the blonde mumbled as he wrapped his arms tightly around himself, shuddering at the thought.
“You can hear them worse in here,” Axel pointed out, nodding his head toward the opposite wall.
“I know but it’s not as bad to listen to when there’s someone to listen with,” Demyx defended, his puppy eyes shining.
“Fine,” the redhead conceded, moving over on his king size bed.
Number IX sat down next to Axel, the sounds of the Superior and the Luna Diviner’s fornication leaking through the thin walls.
The redhead relaxed back onto his pillow, closing his eyes.
“Scooch over, Axel,” the blonde whined, pulling on the lone pillow.
The Flurry of Dancing Flames grumbled and lifted his head, allowing Number IX to share the fluffiness.
Demyx moved closer to the redhead, their faces inches apart.
“Demyx,” Axel voiced, his eyes still closed.
“Yeah?” the blonde asked, holding his breath and waiting.
“Quit breathing on me,” the redhead stated bluntly.
Demyx’s hopeful expression fell to a pout.
The Flurry of Dancing Flames turned on his side, his back to the blonde.
Number IX gnawed gently on his lip as he scooted closer to Axel, pulling the sheet away from the redhead and wrapping it around himself, the mess from earlier evident. The blonde pushed his body against the other male’s and bit back a moan, feeling the redhead’s bare backside press against him.
“Demyx?”
“Yeah?” the blonde said, his hope returning as he inched closer.
“Get your dick AWAY from my ass,” Axel growled heatedly.
The Melodious Nocturne gulped and remained motionless.
“NOW,” Number VIII demanded menacingly, gritting his teeth.
“Please, Axel?” the blonde asked, pouting once again, suggestively pressing his pelvis against the redhead.
“No,” the redhead said simply, moving away from Number IX.
“Axel…” Demyx whined , scooting closer, his hardened manhood lightly poking the Flurry of Dancing Flames.
“No, Demyx,” Axel insisted, rolling onto his other side, now facing the blonde.
The redhead’s glare cut through the Melodious Nocturne’s aroused disposition.
“Out of my bed,” Number VIII ordered sternly, sitting up and pointing toward the door.
Reluctantly, Demyx got out of the bed, the tent in front of his boxers now clearly apparent.
“Now get out of my room,” Axel commanded, tugging the sheets to cover himself.
Accompanied by the clamor of the screwing males in the next room, Demyx left the redhead’s bedroom. On his way out, the blonde didn’t bother to close the door behind him.
Sighing, the redhead got up and crossed his room, closing the door. Deciding that since he was already up and about, Axel strolled out into the hall, sheet haphazardly tied around his waist.
As he passed by his comrades’ rooms, the sounds from each boomed through the walls. The noise of Demyx wanking off was noisy and identifiable among the din, accompanied by his not-so silent moans and the mutterings of Axel’s name.
The redhead rolled his eyes and as made his way past Luxord’s room, the only sound was of shuffling cards. There came no noise from Marluxia’s room but the subtle hum of a vibrator was unmistakable from Larxene’s room. He paused by Roxas’s door, listening intently. However, no irregular stray noise could be heard and the redhead considered peeking inside the young nobody’s room but chose not to as his mind was already set on something else.
Beyond the kitchen/cafeteria was his destination, the library.

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I have most of the second chapter written but I just need a good ending. So don't fear! It'll be up soon. *falls asleep on the keyboard* It'll be a sexxy chapter too! :p