Solid Proof

A/N: This takes place sometime before Roxas joins the Organization, and was written for Axel/Demyx day (August 9th, 8/9). A few notes. There may be some inconsistencies since (haha) I never finished the game. It was too sad. I’ve read that Roxas is the only member who can’t remember his previous life, but I haven’t really seen any evidence that Axel or Demyx remember theirs, either. So… let’s pretend.

Demyx stood outside of Axel’s door, shifting his feet and wondering if maybe he should just go back to his room now, and forget this whole thing had ever even occurred to him. He looked down the stark white hallway of Castle Oblivion, towards his own door. This was VIII, door IX wasn’t far away and he could make a speedy escape right now, before Axel even knew Demyx had been there.

He took a step back.

No, he had to know. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and with that thought he rapped gloved knuckles against the almost glowing white of door VIII. There was a shuffling from within, and then the thudding sound of Axel’s footsteps approaching, before the door slid open. Axel leaned casually against the doorframe, wearing a black undershirt and the Organization’s standard-issue black leather pants, a look of confusion (or maybe mild irritation) on his face.

“Demyx?” he asked, more as a way of saying, ‘What are you doing here?’ than anything else. Demyx shifted in his boots again, hands behind his back.

“Umm… you may want to let me in for this one,” the blonde Nobody decided, looking imploringly at Axel. The fire-wielder obediently stood aside to let Demyx through, one fine eyebrow furrowing. When the door closed behind him, he crossed the room to sit on a small wicker couch and looked up at Demyx, who was standing uncomfortably in the center of the room, looking around and trying not to touch anything. There was an open magazine face-down on the black cushions next to Axel, and Demyx guessed he’d interrupted the other’s reading.

“Okay, Demyx, what’s this about?” Axel asked, leaning his forearms on his knees. He was perplexed. Demyx was acting weird… well, weird for Demyx, and it was strange for him to be there at all, since they weren’t really in the habit of visiting each other for chats, or anything. Sure, they got along, better than any of the other 10 people in the Organization, anyway (except maybe Saïx and the Superior, but that relationship was nigh on creepy).

“I’m trying to prove we have hearts,” Demyx said, at length. ‘Oh not this again’ was coming to Axel’s mind. Demyx anticipated and intercepted that reaction, throwing his hands up and taking a few steps back as if blocking a physical attack.

“Just hear me out, okay?” the blonde pleaded, his face so desperate that Axel relented, sighing and slumping back into his little couch, waving a hand almost carelessly to tell Demyx to go on.

“Well, the Superior says that we don’t have hearts, right?” Demyx began, and Axel could hear the nerves in the other’s voice.

“Um, yeah…?” Axel answered, his brows furrowing slightly again.

“And people without hearts can’t feel, right?” the musician continued, obviously leading up to something.

“Er, right.” Axel didn’t trust where this was going.

“So, they shouldn’t be able to do things that people who can feel can do, like cry when they’re sad, or laugh when they’re happy, or… or fall in love.” That last bit was the bombshell. Axel’s brows furrowed further.

“Demyx, what are you driving at?” he asked warily, after a pause.

“Look, I just wanna see if we can do stuff that people with hearts do.” Axel was silent for a moment.

“You want to try and fall in love, to prove we have hearts?” That sounded a little far-fetched, even for Demyx.

“No, I…” Demyx paused for a long while, swallowing. Axel watched a faint blush stain Demyx’s cheeks, and thought that was interesting. Was embarrassment a true feeling, or a more visceral one? Demyx took a deep breath before saying, “…I want you to fuck me.”

Axel was floored. If he hadn’t been sitting down, he probably would have fallen over. Instead, his eyes went wide and his eyebrows arched impossibly high. Demyx swayed nervously, and his Organization coat swayed with him, highlighting the motion. Axel’s mind finally started working again and he gaped at the other.

“You… You WHAT?!” was his eloquent response.

“It’s an experiment, and you’re the only one I can come to with this!” Demyx urged. Axel wanted to say, ‘COME to? Oddly appropriate wording in the given circumstances,’ but he kept his mouth shut for the time being, studying the other’s face.

“What will that prove?” he asked, after a long, pregnant silence.

“I want you to tell me how you feel, what you feel… if anything… afterwards.”

“You know the Superior wouldn’t take anything like that as proof.” Still, he’d love to see the meeting where Demyx presented his findings. ‘Hey there, Superior, I’ve just taken it up the ass and now I have definite proof that we have hearts!’ Likely, Xemnas would just take that as definite proof that Demyx had really and truly lost it, and would have him exterminated, or fed to Saïx or something.

“I know. It’ll just be one more piece in the puzzle,” he answered. He paused. “Look, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe this won’t prove anything, we won’t feel a damned thing, and I’ll just walk funny for a few days, but I just have to know, and the only way to find out, is to try, right? Right?” His face was earnest and almost sad, and Axel could have sworn he felt a twinge of something… pity, or maybe its shadow, but that was probably just Demyx’s crazytalk getting to him.

Axel sighed and leaned forward, shaking his head. Demyx took this as a refusal and started towards the door, but Axel’s voice stopped him.

“Alright. Alright, Demyx. I think you’re crazy, but alright.”

“R- Really?!” The bright smile of gratitude on Demyx’s face could have fooled anyone into thinking the emotion was real. Axel figured there was no time like the present, and shucked his shirt, then approached the other.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re gonna do it right,” he said, invading Demyx’s personal space. Demyx fought the urge to step back, but didn’t know if he should be proactive, either.

“Do you remember what ‘doing it right’ even means?” he asked quietly, looking into Axel’s face.

“I might. I just might. We’ll see,” was Axel’s answer, and it might have been a joke if his face hadn’t been so serious.

He took another step towards Demyx and gingerly pulled the other to him. The embrace was awkward with disuse, but Demyx slowly wrapped his arms around Axel in return, and trailed his fingertips minutely over the other’s naked back. Taking cues from nowhere, Demyx tilted his face up, just as Axel looked down at him, and they stared boldly at each other for a moment before their lips met, and their eyes closed, because it seemed like the right thing to do.

It was strange, and felt… old, like trying to coax water out of a rusty tap, or trying to remember the words to a song you learned in grade school. Axel pressed harder against Demyx, subconsciously trying to wring answers from the other’s mouth. The blonde opened under the pressure and Axel kissed him deeper, sliding one hand up into blonde spikes and fisting his hand there. At the slight tug, Demyx gasped and pulled back, their lips separating with a smack. His eyes were wide and he stared up at Axel with what appeared to be wonder. Axel stared back, only he, in confusion.

“Something just shot through me when you did that. It was like a memory, or a ghost of one… like a dream. I can’t put my finger on it, but it was almost there, maybe something my Somebody knew or did.” His voice held a kind of hushed excitement, and the awed expression never left his face. “… Do it again. Please.”

Axel moved in again and reclaimed Demyx’s mouth, twisting his hand in the other’s hair again. This time, he pulled a little harder and Demyx moaned into his mouth. He could feel Demyx smiling, and he tugged the blonde’s hair until his head tipped back and Axel could kiss him deeper, fuller, tasting the clean, earthy coolness of the other’s mouth. The taste fascinated him and he brought his other hand up to cup Demyx’s jaw, tongue seeking out more of that taste.

Demyx uttered a quiet “Mmh,” into the kiss and the leather of his gloves squeaked as he clenched his fingers reflexively at Axel’s shoulder blades. Axel took a few more steps forward and pushed Demyx into a wall. He dragged his hands down Demyx’s arms, feeling the cool leather under his heated palms, and pinned the other Nobody’s wrists against the wall on either side of his head. Demyx arched his hips against Axel’s, looking for friction through several layers of leather, feeling the hot spikes of arousal shooting through him.

It felt good, Axel realized, and he transferred both of Demyx’s wrists to one hand, so the other was free to unzip Demyx’s coat and roam over his exposed chest. He found a nipple and rolled it between two fingers, and Demyx bucked again, breaking the kiss to throw his head back. It thudded painfully against the wall, but he paid it little mind.

“I almost had it, could almost see it,” he panted, cheeks flushed attractively. Axel let his hands go in favour of grabbing Demyx’s hips and pulling them against his own to grind.

“Yeah?” Axel answered, his voice holding a bit of a growl which made Demyx’s cock harden more. “What’s it like?”

“It’s like… it’s like it’s me, but not me, and I’m really… happy, I guess, and I have the sense of someone smaller in front of me… someone…” he closed his eyes and his brows furrowed as he tried to remember.

“A woman, d’you think?” Axel asked offhandedly, unable to stop the rolling of his hips.

“Mm, Axel…” Demyx groaned, arching his head back and throwing an arm over his eyes. “Maybe. Yeah. I think it is. And… and it’s loud and hot and bright… lots of colours where we are.” It was this mystery puzzle, bits and pieces coming together. He had a blurry picture now very faint, indistinct, and even though he hadn’t come here with the intention of finding a memory of his previous self, it was almost as good as an emotion, right?

Axel felt a twist of cold somewhere within him as he watched Demyx trying to concentrate on his Other’s memory of some woman. Maybe he was just peeved because Demyx wasn’t paying attention to HIM, even though this whole debacle was the blonde’s idea. Exactly what was Axel getting out of this, anyway? Physical pleasure, sure, but he didn’t want to think of himself as that kind of guy, the kind to just fuck for the sake of getting off. He pulled Demyx’s gloves off and laced the fingers of one hand with the one covering Demyx’s eyes, pulling it away. Demyx blinked and stared up into Axel’s piercing green eyes, and something clicked in him. He wrapped his arms around Axel’s neck and kissed him again, taking control this time, moving his mouth almost desperately with Axel’s. Using the wall as leverage, he started pushing Axel back towards the bed, and when the backs of the redhead’s knees hit the mattress, he rolled them so Demyx fell back across the bed, under him. Demyx’s coat was splayed open around him, the black framing Demyx’s pale torso, and he smiled cutely up at Axel, who grinned back without knowing why.

Demyx lifted his arms to beckon Axel down with him, and Axel bent to kiss Demyx once, chastely, before moving down the column of Demyx’s throat. He kneeled over Demyx on the bed and ran his hands over Demyx’s chest as he mouthed the blonde’s neck and shoulder, nibbling here and there just to hear the way Demyx panted, keened, and finally once Axel had really worked him up, the way he let little “Ah, ahn, ahnnn, Axel!” noises fall from his lips. Demyx rolled and laid himself over Axel, bucking down into the redhead’s hips urgently. He could feel the hot length of Axel’s erection straining through the leather, which concealed very little, and groaned heatedly into Axel’s shoulder at the thought of where it was going to go.

Axel pushed the coat off of Demyx’s shoulders and Demyx propped himself up on his forearms, looking down at the other.

“When was the last time you had sex, Axel?” the blonde asked, their noses almost touching. Axel shrugged and told him he didn’t remember.

“Good,” Demyx decided, nodding once.

“‘Good’, whaddya mean, ‘good’?!” Axel huffed, wondering why his lack of sexual activity pleased Demyx so.

“Means I’m less likely to get a biased review,” Demyx answered, a silly grin crossing his face. He nuzzled under Axel’s jaw and nibbled there, emboldened when Axel’s breath caught in his throat. “Did you know,” he mumbled into the skin of Axel’s throat as he tongued and nibbled and kissed his way around, up to Axel’s ear, which he discovered was very sensitive, if Axel’s reactions were anything to go by. “Did you know,” he repeated, “that you taste smoky all over? Here…” he nibbled just behind Axel’s ear, and the redhead gasped loudly, “and here,” he sucked at the junction of Axel’s neck and shoulder and Axel groaned low in his throat, “and probably everywhere.” The flavour was probably the result of such frequent proximity to fire, he realized, and he smiled as he pulled back and looked Axel in the face.

Axel tried to grin in a deviously seductive way, but the effect was destroyed by his panting and blushing, as he said, “Wanna see how far the taste goes?” He quirked the corner of his mouth up, half-kidding, and Demyx laughed a little and tapped Axel on the nose with his index finger.

“Naughty,” he commented, but he was smiling, and Axel pulled him down for another kiss. Axel slid his hand down Demyx’s torso and finally reached the button of his pants. As he unbuttoned and unzipped the leathers, he pushed his hand inside to cup Demyx’s arousal. The Nocturne keened and arched into the touch, feeling the long fingers stroke him minutely through his underwear.

“Axel,” he breathed. “Come on, let’s do this already.” His body felt tight, coiled like a spring, and he was prepared to beg if Axel would relent and release the pressure. Axel nodded and Demyx flopped over onto his back, struggling with his pants, trying to kick his boots and leathers off. Axel moved around him to help out, and when Demyx was naked, he sat up to look at Axel, reaching forward to unbutton Axel’s pants. He was kind-of nervous, and this felt awkward and strange, but he pushed that to the back of his mind and drew Axel out of his pants.

“Jeez, Axel…” He felt small by comparison. He stroked Axel a few times, getting a feel for the length and girth. “Do you think all of that is gonna fit inside me?” His voice shook only a little. With Axel as big as he was, it could seriously hurt. A lot.

Demyx’s comments were good for Axel’s ego, and he grinned. “It should. We’ll just have to prepare you really well. Um. I don’t really have any lube…” He thought that maybe Demyx had thought to bring some along if he was planning to proposition Axel like this, and he raised his eyebrows as Demyx turned his face to the side and blushed furiously, even his throat turning pink. “Demyx, what-?” but he didn’t finish his thought before Demyx held a hand out and some watery substance materialized in his cupped palm. He wasn’t making eye contact with Axel, and the Flurry laughed. “Well, that’s a neat trick. When did you discover you could do that?” If it was even possible, Demyx’s blush deepened.

“Don’t ask. Really, just don’t.” He was mortified to admit that he’d even tried, and supposed he could say that he was trying to make soap or something, but at this point it didn’t really matter. Axel chuckled and scooped up some of the lubrication in his hand, and Demyx let the rest dissipate into nothingness. He could always make more, after all.

“Could you lay back?” Axel asked, and Demyx obliged, spreading his legs and holding his knees to his chest, exposing himself. Looking off to the side, he snuck glances at Axel, who reached over Demyx for a pillow to put under Demyx’s hips.

Demyx jumped at the first touch of wet fingers against his entrance, but Axel merely touched there for a while, rubbing the sensitive skin until Demyx relaxed. The blonde’s breathing was ragged and the muscles in his legs kept twitching as Axel, by degrees, pressed harder against his hole with one lubed finger. The nerve endings there were beginning to tingle and Demyx whined a little, eyes clenching shut.

“You doin’ okay over there, Demyx?” Axel asked, when Demyx keened through a powerful shiver. He was getting Demyx’s body really wound up, and it was fun to see the other’s reactions to what he did.

“Axel…” Demyx groaned through gritted teeth, brows knitting as he panted. “Please!”

Axel almost wanted to ask, ‘Please what?’, just to tease the Nocturne, but watching Demyx shudder and arch, and hearing him say his name in a voice like that… it was getting him really hot, and he’d have to do something about it soon. He pressed the finger into Demyx and drew out, and the other’s hips lifted against his hand.

“Okay?” Axel asked. It was less gentleness and more that he hadn’t done anything like this since he couldn’t remember when, and he wanted to make sure he was doing alright. Demyx nodded furiously, biting his lower lip. Axel thought he looked sexy like that, sweating, his cheeks pink, his hair mussed, his hands gripping his thighs and holding them so Axel could fuck him good and proper… he looked so wanton, and Axel had barely even touched his cock. Thinking on that, he grinned impishly, even though Demyx wouldn’t be able to see it with his eyes clenched shut like that. As he thrust his finger in and out, building speed, he leaned down and licked up Demyx’s length, from base to tip, and Demyx cried out, a short little “AH!”, his hips bucking up.

Axel continued to rain ministrations on Demyx’s erection, licks, kisses, gentle little nips, as he added a second finger. Demyx twisted a little, caught between the mild discomfort of being stretched and the maddeningly minute attentions on his cock, and he started making little “Mmn, mph, hmmmn…” noises. Axel took Demyx’s tip into his mouth and suckled it for a little before drawing off again, the angle being a little awkward.

“PLEASE, Axel! More, please…” Demyx had been reduced to writhing and begging, and as he twisted himself a certain way and Axel bent his fingers within him, Demyx suddenly shouted and his eyes flew open. He writhed some more trying to get Axel’s fingers to brush that spot again. “Axelaxelaxelaxel, please…” he panted, really singing now, and Axel could see the musical core to the man beneath him, clear as day.

“Could I get some more lubricant?” Axel asked, his voice ragged. Demyx hauled himself up, feeling strange as he sat upright, and reached for Axel’s cock, the lubricant materializing in his hand as he stroked the other’s stiff length. Axel groaned as Demyx’s hand, cool and wet with copious amounts of lube, jacked him just right. “Demyx,” he whispered hoarsely. “Demyx, stop, stop!” The blonde yanked his hand back and uncertainty crossed his face. It pained Axel to see that look and Axel kissed Demyx quickly. “If you kept that up, I would have come before I even got inside you. And…” he grinned sheepishly, “I’m kinda looking forward to pushing in, right here,” he stroked the pad of his middle finger over Demyx’s sensitized hole, and Demyx gasped, “And fucking your wee little brains out.” His voice dropped to a low growl, and Demyx shivered and laid back again, clutching his knees to his chest once more.

“Please, Axel,” he whispered for the umpteenth time, unable to say anything more complex. Axel gripped himself with one hand, and held Demyx’s hip with the other, and slowly drove himself home. As he pushed in, Demyx’s lungs contracted, and he let out a long breath, only breathing again when the other was fully seated.

“Alright?” Axel asked. He took in Demyx’s heaving chest, and the glazed look in his eyes as Demyx only moaned in response, clenching a little around Axel’s length as if feeling it out, and Axel muttered a little “Mmn” sound. He drew back and pushed in again, still slowly, and Demyx wrapped his legs around Axel’s hips.

“How does it feel?” True to his original purpose, he wanted to know if Axel felt anything. His own nerves were zinging pleasure all over, and he thought, maybe he was happy. He laughed a little because it was so surreal, and Axel pulled out and thrust in again, harder this time, and at a different angle, causing Demyx to arch and moan.

“It feels… so tight, so hot.” It was something else. After such a long dry spell in his sex life, it was like… it was like… “Feels like coming home,” he murmured. Demyx smiled wildly, almost certain that he was happy.

Axel built up speed and soon the little moans that Demyx had been releasing on every thrust in became a continuous song of “oh” and “yes” and “please” and “AXEL!” and Axel leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the Nocturne, hauling him up into his lap. He was panting and groaning, and every time Demyx moaned his name, it made him drive in a little faster, a little harder. In this new position, he could use gravity to his advantage, lifting Demyx by the hips and essentially spearing him on his length over and over. Demyx wailed and threw his arms around Axel’s neck, kissing him now and then where his lips could reach, but usually surrendering to the need to breathe. He was pushing himself down on Axel’s cock as Axel pulled his hips down, wanting more, wanting it harder, deeper, faster, anything so long as it didn’t stop.

“Axel, you fill me up so good,” he babbled, bouncing in the Flurry’s lap. “So big, so hot… Axel, AXEL, I’m so close!” His body had been wound so tight that he felt like he was going to come unsprung. With every thrust in, his cock rubbed against the sweaty slickness of Axel’s belly, and Axel was pounding right into that spot within him with maddening frequency. Every time he hit it, a bolt of pleasure shot through Demyx and he climbed to new heights of ecstasy.

“Come for me, Demyx,” Axel answered in that low, sex-rough voice of his. “Moan my name. Scream it!” He punctuated his command with a particularly hard thrust, and Demyx arched impossibly and came, his head bowing towards the bed. Thick ribbons of cum splashed on his chest and Axel’s, coated their bellies. He shouted Axel’s name over and over, with each pulse of his cock and every jolt of pleasure that reduced him to a quivering and clenching mass.

As he rode out his orgasm, Axel’s rhythm started to falter, and he leaned forward enough to push Demyx back into the mattress as he came, buried as deep as he could go in the twitching heat of Demyx’s ass. He groaned Demyx’s name as his muscles spasmed with his climax, and the feeling of Axel’s cock pulsing within him, and his release splashing hot and wet inside him, actually made Demyx come a little more and he sobbed with pleasure and bit his knuckle, absolutely delirious with deep-seated satisfaction.

Axel finally collapsed on top of Demyx, and the blond wrapped tired, shaking arms around Axel’s sweaty back, rubbing absently over the bones and muscles as he closed his eyes for a moment luxuriating in the feeling of having been so thoroughly fucked.

Suddenly his whole body twitched and his eyes snapped open and he grasped Axel’s shoulders and pushed so he could look Axel in the face, exclaiming, “OHMYGOD, Axel!”

“What? What?” Axel was jolted out of his post-orgasmic bliss and wondered what the hell Demyx was so riled up about. How the hell did the blonde even have any energy?!

“That memory, the one you triggered earlier! It was my first kiss, Axel! I remembered!” and he kissed Axel solidly on the mouth. “Thank you, Axel… I think I truly feel happy now.” Axel smiled and thought maybe, he did too.

He leaned forward and helped himself to another sweet, languid kiss.


A/N: If you enjoyed this, then don’t hesitate to read my others, which can be found on my author’s page. :) Also, appropriately, this comes to 9 pages in Word.