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Demyx bit his lip slightly as he thought about her question of what he was going to color. How would he explain it? When Zexion said he was going to change, Demyx nodded slightly at him, but it didn't register in his mind as he was contentrating on thinking of a simple way to explain it. Once Zexion was down the hall, Demyx's eyes brightened. "It's like this: have you ever seen a picture that's just black and white? Or drawn with pencil, but it has different shades and darks and lights in it? That's what I'm going to do with the different blues. You see, I can use the dark, dark blue for the dark, dark shades and the really light blues for the lighter ones. It's like drawing a picture with a pencil, but it's all different blues. Understand?" he asked, smiling at her. "Now, before I start, I'm gonna go use the bathroom, because I drank a little too much apple juice at lunch and haven't gone since," he told her with a little laugh, standing from his place on the floor. "Go ahead and start thinking of what you want to draw, and I'll be right back, alright?"

And so Demyx began the short journey down the hall to the bathroom he had seen on the way to Xion's room earlier. As he walked towards it, he noticed that a door that had been closed earlier was resting slightly adjar. Curious as Demyx could be, he angled his body so he could peer through. He blushed bright red as soon as he realized what he was seeing and hurried into the bathroom, making himself not slam the door behind him. He let out a deep breath and stared at himself in the mirror. He had just seen Zexion down to his skivvies. Giving himself a slightly perverted grin, he shook his head and moved to the toilet to undam his bladder.

Roxas looked up at him as he spoke. He had an amused smile on his face. "You're babbling, Axel. You only do that when you're nervous, and you don't get nervous often," he teased him, then his smile softened. "You don't know how much I would love to kiss you until the world ended and touch you until your body was permanently mapped into my memory, but... if we do any more than little kisses here and there...I don't know if I'm going to be able to stop either one of us next time," he told him truthfully. "I just want you...so damn bad... And I want you to feel the same way I do, and I know it just can't happen...because I don't even think you'll ever know exactly how I feel about you, Axel...how much I care about and admire you. Oh, I know. 'There's nothing to admire about me.' But there is. There so is," he told him quietly, snuggling up to him once again, because he couldn't look at the redhead, because he would see right through him. "I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be, and I'm sorry you can't be what I want you to be... I'm sorry both of us have to be miserable together," he practically whispered. "But at least we're together. And right now, all I need is all you can give me. All I need is you to hold me and keep me afloat, because for months, I've just felt like I was sinking further and further..."

Demyx took steeling breaths before he walked out of the bathroom, grinning at Zexion as he walked in. His brow furrowed, however, when he noticed something was off. "Zexion? Are you okay?" he asked, sitting down beside him and peering over at him with worried eyes and a soft frown. "I mean, you usually don't smile, but...now you're frowning, and I don't like my friends sad."

Roxas felt tears pooling in his eyes again, but he wouldn't let Axel know he was crying. "I know," he whispered. After a pause and a large swallow of pain, he began circling one of his fingers absently on Axel's clothed chest. "I know you, Axel. I've tried to ignore the fact that I know you so well, and told myself that if I just kept pushing that you...you would change, but I don't want that. Because if you changed, you would be miserable, and I wouldn't lo--" He choked on his words, biting his tongue as he closed his eyes. "Let's just...let's just take that nap and hope we never wake up," he whispered, looking up at Axel once more with a sad smile, a tear rolling down the side of his face. He scooted up slightly and gave Axel a lingering peck on the lips before settling back down on his chest again. "Then maybe we can just lay here together forever and pretend everything will be okay. We don't have to worry about labels or love or stereotypes or emotions... We can just be together and happy."

Demyx frowned even deeper when Zexion seemed to brush whatever was making him upset off. He eyed the male briefly before biting his lip and leaning over, hugging him tightly. Then he pulled back and gave him a small smile. "I want you to know that... Yeah, we just met and all, but I already feel like we're going to be come really good friends at least, and...and I'm always here for my friends. If you need me for anything or need to talk about anything or even just need a ride somewhere at three in the morning...just remember that you do have a friend now, okay? And I'm not going away, even if you do move again, which I really hope you don't." He gave him one more grin before sliding down to sit at the coffee table once more. "What'd you decide to draw, Xion?" he asked brightly, picking up a dark blue crayon and starting to draw on his own paper.

Roxas let out a shaky sigh as Axel agreed to fall asleep with him. Roxas let himself fully relax finally and breathed deeply as his body finally gave out. Unfortunately for him, his peace couldn't last, because soon after he fell asleep he began having a very heated dream abou the and Axel in that very same bed they were laying in together, the blond shirtless with Axel's arm around him, touching his skin.

"No matter what you say, I'm still here for you," Demyx practically sang to Zexion's rebuttal. "We may not know that much about each other yet, but I'm not giving up," he said, looking back at him and giving him a bright grin. "And you're not either, because I'm just gonna keep bugging you until you give in," he told him playfully, poking him in the knee cap.

Then the blond turned to Xion as she answered his question. He laughed happily. "Okay, okay! I love surprises!" he told her, beginning to draw a figure with the dark blue crayon. "And I promise I'll cherish it forever. I want you to sign it, so I can frame it and hang it on my wall. Deal?" he asked, eyes shining as he looked up at her.

Roxas moaned as the Axel in his dream entered him and began to thrust slowly, almost to a rhythm in both of their heads, inside him. Roxas's fingers clawed at Axel's back as his neck and chest was kissed all over. He panted, begging for more as the heat intensified, Axel whispering in his ear, muddled words of emotion.

As soon as Axel began to shake him, Roxas startled awake, eyes glazed over as he looked up at Axel, panting slightly. He knew he shouldn't, but they were both hot and bothered, and he just couldn't hold himself back anymore. He lifted himself up onto his hands and knees and slid himself completely on top of Axel, straddling his hips and feeling his hard-on. "Axel," he breathed, leaning down and biting at his neck, dragging his tongue and lips and breath all along his skin, slowly leaving a dark mark on the otherwise pale flesh. "Axel, I can't hold back anymore... God, I want you so bad," he whimpered, lifting himself back onto his hands and knees as he looked down at the redhead. "It's gonna change everything between us, but it's tortue pretending that I don't need it..." He leaned down and bit at Axel's bottom lip gently, tugging it slightly as he pulled back a few inches. "Show me how to make love, Axel..," he whispered, breath puffing against Axel's lips.

Demyx cheered as Zexion announced that dinner was ready. “I gotta finish, too!” he whined as Xion finished and pranced off. Demyx began furiously drawing on his paper, frantically switching through shades of blue. He finally finished about a minute later with a cheer of, “A-ha! Pie Time!” He left the drawing there on the table as he hopped up and ran to the kitchen to wash his hands.

His was a drawing of what seemed to be himself, but it was enigmatic enough to be any individual. The figure was a solid dark blue with a lighter guitar in his lap. It seemed to be sitting in a chair in the middle of an empty room, strumming its guitar. It had strings of music notes floating gracefully throughout the room, all in the darkest blue he could find. The only feature of the blank, blue room was the singular window that was off to the side of the figure, panes open with the sun pouring through onto the floor beside him. It was surprisingly detailed for a crayon drawing

Roxas panted and moaned and squirmed beneath Axel’s mouth and hands and everything. He barely even noticed when his bottoms were yanked off. However, he did notice when Axel’s were discarded. He felt like he was on fire and soaring high in the sky, Axel’s mouth on his throat. And when Axel began practically moaning out words into his ear, he about lost it. And then Axel’s large hand wrapped partly around his d**k and stroked them together, and he did. “A-Aah!” he cried out, completely filled with pleasure. He was sure that loud moan Axel made right in his ear was on purpose, but he couldn’t dwell on that right now. He couldn’t dwell on anything except for the beautiful sensations streaking through his body and rocking him hard. “Axel… Axel, Axel, touch me more. Please!” he begged, hands moving to grip into the red locks, the blond’s body curved backwards, head buried in the pillows. “You’re amazing. You’re so ******** perfect,” he whimpered out, bucking his hips into Axel’s hand and feeling himself slide against Axel’s own member. “Axel, please… Please make my dreams real,” he panted, holding onto him tightly.

Demyx blushed slightly as Zexion asked if he wanted to show his picture. “Uhh, no, that’s okay. It’s not that good. Definitely not as beautiful as Xion’s probably is,” he told him nervously. He was never one to be proud of any artwork he had done unless it was of the musical sort. He got embarrassed if anyone saw any drawings or anything of his. It made him feel like a third-grader. He breathed in deeply, smelling the pot pie and changing the subject. “That smells so good, Zexy,” he told him, not really noticing his change in name for the smaller teen. “I can’t wait to burn my tongue on it because I’m so impatient,” he laughed, practically drooling over the food.

Roxas felt lost. He couldn’t control his body, and he could barely breathe as Axel simultaneously began pumping just his and fingering him at the same time. The blond raised his knees up and whined slightly. “N-Noo...ahhhh,” he protested slightly. He still wanted to feel Axel’s member against his. It had been the most amazing feeling in the world. His breath caught again as Axel moved his way down Roxas’s body, kissing and biting everywhere. Chills swept through his body as Axel breathed into his ear with those sexy words. “Axel… God, I want… Aaah, don’t stop. Please. Never stop,” he pleaded.

His back arched high off of the bed as Axel took him into his mouth suddenly. His fingers that were gripped into Axel’s hair gripped tighter, tugging on the red locks slightly as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. He’d never thought this would happen. He loved it so much, and he didn’t even have time to think about how broken he would feel afterwards.

"I'll eat how I please," Demyx teased to Zexion's words and filled up his fork, blowing on the bite to cool it down some. As soon as Xion began chattering about her picture, Demyx smiled wide at her. "Oh, Xion, it's beautiful!" he told her as he dropped his fork and took the picture into his hands. His eyes scanned it as she explained why she drew it, and his smile slowly dropped. He looked up at her, eyes shining with unshed tears. The girl was so sweet. He glanced over at Zexion then smiled again, standing up. He strode over to the coffee table and jotted something down on the picture, bowed on top and below it. It said, "I'm the music of your heartbeat. When you're lonely, listen, and I'll sing you a song of love." He then signed the bottom as Xion had and walked back in, handing it over to the girl. "There. Now we can remember each other, no matter where we are," he told her quietly with a smile, glistening eyes looking up at Zexion as well as he spoke.

Roxas whimpered and groaned as Axel teased him. "Axel, please... Please, I need to feel you inside me," he pleaded, looking up into his eyes with a strained expression. "I need you to fill me up until I can't take anymore and ******** me into oblivion. Axel, please... Axel, I can't take it anymore," he begged, squirming beneath him, trying to get the member he felt prodding at his entrance to go any further. "Please... Show me love like I've never seen before," he whispered, leaning up and pressing his lips against Axel's, whimpering some more. Now that they had slowed down slightly, Roxas felt an outrageous need fill him. A need to feel loved by Axel, even if he knew it wasn't true. He just needed to feel it. His hands slid down Axel's arms slowly then back up around his ribcage, gripping at his sides in plea. "Please, Axel. I need you and everything you can give me," he whispered against his lips, big blues staring up into Axel's enchanting emeralds.