"September breeze, you are a fire and I am a tree. I wanna leave, but I'm feeling your steeze. It's burning me up so passionately, oh," sand a strong, beautiful male voice in the locker room showers after practice. He scrubbed his body clean, ridding himself of the sweat and grime from rugby practice.
"Tension between us is just getting stronger. The flames getting hotter, the sex lasting longer. And I'm not one to speak with poetry, but your body's an ocean, and the waves are closing in on me." He began jamming out at that point, sliding around naked in the stall and dancing like his life depended on it, concentrated loon on his face--expression full of passion. It was an odd sight, considering he was the second-roughest player on the team. he was co-captain. his best friend Xaldin was captain. Xaldin and his friend Demyx were really the only people he connected with. They were the three most-admired students in the school because of their athletic statuses. Demyx was the captain of the swimming team, a sorter blond his co-captain. Every time he went with Xaldin to watch Demyx at practice, the two blonds always chatted away with each other. The same thing always happened when Axel went to Demyx's archery practice to watch both Xaldin and Demyx. Apparently, besides Xaldin and Demyx, a short emo kid was the best shooter. he always stared at the coach, though. The man had a large, curious scar on his face and bright blue hair in an odd style. He was just...weird. he always saw Demyx talking to a man named Xigbar at archery practice as well. He had graduated a few years back and came to watch the team, giving hints and tips to the archers. He had been the best player the school had ever seen or had. He was a processional archer now and was loaded.
"Side to side, we're holding on to our dear lives. We're going down and we just can't decide who goes on top, well that's the beauty of life. Side to side, let me kiss your skin, and let the music cry. Listen to my voice send shivers down your spine. Baby girl, just rock me all night, and love me from side to side."
Axel beted out the chorus at the top of his lungs as the soap rinsed off. He continued to hum te song as he dried off and got dressed, gathering his things. As far as he knew, he was the only one left at practice.
Xaldin sat peacefully under a shady tree with his legs crossed. The weather outside was nice and sunny. There was a breeze playing around, dancing freely. It reminded Xaldin of Demyx. Demyx was always like that, except on the field. Then he turned into an unmoving, focused machine with the speed of a hawk and the accuracy of a point-blank shot. If Demyx set his mind to something, he would get it done, but boy you couldn't get Demyx to do anything he didn't want to do. He really was a changing and flowing as the wind. Xaldin's lungs filled with air as he took in a deep breath. He felt good, at peace. “Xaldin!” Demyx screamed happily, jumping on top of him, starting him easily. “Ha-ha! I got you! You were scared! Xaldin was scared! Ha-ha-ha!” Demyx cheered still on top of him. Xaldin could feel all of his anger management fluttering away in the wind. “Demyx...go but Axel before I deck you..,” Xaldin seethed before Demyx scrambled away from Xaldin. “Xaldin, you are no fun when you are mad,” the blond pouted. “And you act like a child sometimes. Who jumps on someone like that? Demyx you are like a hundred and fifty pounds!” Xaldin snapped at him. Demyx frowned. “A hundred and firty, d**k,” Demyx mumbled back before leaving Mr. Grumpy McGee to do more of his breathing exercises. He was lame sometimes, really.
The spunky blond moved into the locker room to see if he could hunt down Axel this time. Demyx knew Axel liked to take long showers, and it really wasn't that long after Rugby got out. He heard the redhead singing beautifully with the shower going. Demyx knew he sang, if he wasn't completely sure Axel would blow him off, Demyx would ask Axel to join choir. Roxas, another one of his friends, was in choir. Demyx moved to the lockers right before the showers, easily climbing on top of them. There was no sound but Axel's voice. Demyx felt like a ninja. As Axel came out of the sower, Demyx silently followed him on top of the lockers. When he was just about to leave, Demyx dove off the locker and tackled Axel to the ground with a loud thud. “Got you!” Demyx cheered now on top of him. He had managed to get him from the front so when Demyx successfully got Axel to the ground, Demyx was sitting on top of him. “Were you scared? I scared Xaldin! Can you believe that Mr. I'm-captain-of-the-rugby-team was scared! Then he started yelling at me because it's apparently childish to jump on people,” Demyx said before leaning down looking Axel directly in the eye. “Do you think it's childish?” the blond asked, staring into his emrald eyes.
Axel screamed as Demyx fell on him. He panted. “Oh my ******** god, Dem! You scared the s**t outta me!” he breathed in a relieved voice. Then he started laughing. “he's gonna punch you in the face one day, but I love you, Dem,” he purred, leaning up and smashing their lips together. He pushed Demyx onto his back and got on top of him, reconnecting their lips. He had Demyx's arms held down with his knees and started sliding his hands up the blond's shirt. He kissed down to Demyx's ear and whispered, “You know, I haven't gotten laid in a while,” he murmured. “How 'bout you stay at my apartment tonight?” he suggested. He was secretly gay. People knew Demyx was gay, but no one except Demyx knew Axel was. Both Axel and Demyx had discovered a while ago that neither of them could commit to anyone, so they occasionally had a hot ******** groaned a little, temptation tingling through his whole body. “You know, for someone who is in the closet, you really aren't shy about asking for it,” Demyx breathed back, his minty breath glossing over Axel's lips. Demyx's body gave another chill as he felt that devious hand snake up further. Demyx's lips pushed upward, kissing him back deeply. Their tongues moved into a battle-like tango, neither one liked to give in ever. It was probably their competitiveness that caused it. Demyx pulled back needing air and to speak. “Your apartment...I'll be there,” Demyx breathed wanting to get out his completely acceptance before they continued. Demyx's hands were son free, though, and moved into Axel's wet, fiery red locks. Demyx couldn't help but to giggle into Axel's lips thinking how dirty Axel was being after just getting clean. Their make-out session lasted fifteen minutes altogether, because Demyx had to go get stuff from his own apartment. That was something defined in their relationship. Demyx never invited Axel over to his own apartment. They were too careful for that. Demyx had neighbors that went to college with them, whereas Axel didn't. It was just less suspicious for them to suck c**k, mouths, and various other things. “Mmm...Axel...I gotta go..,” Demyx groaned before pushing the redhead off. Somehow he lost his shirt. Axel was good.
Axel chuckled at him, standing. He briefly pushed Demyx back against the wall, biting his lip and pulling back on it teasingly. “See ya then,” he breathed, handing the blond his shirt. Then he picked up his bag and gave Demyx a flirtatious glance before heading out.
He waved to Xaldin with a smile as he passed before moving to his car and hopping in, going down the road. On his way home, he began singing to the radio.
“Baby, I like it! The way you move on the floor. Baby, I like it! Come on and gimme some more. Oh, yes, I like it! Screamin' like never before. Baby, I like it! I—I like it!”
he pulled up into his apartment's parking lot and hopped out, running upstairs to his room. He quickly cleaned up his apartment a bit so Demyx could actually move around easily in the place. He then moved to his bathroom and brushed his teeth, beginning to brush his hair out. Demyx always liked to brush his hair when it wasn't all gelled-up, though, so he only got most of the tangles out. Then, when he heard Demyx come into his apartment, he leaned against his bedroom door frame, holding his hairbrush out towards him with a smile.
Demyx breathed to Axel's goodbye glance, feeling his body crying out for more. Axel was such a ******** tease. Demyx, feeling his pride slightly defeated for the lost battle, walked out of the gym carrying his shirt over his shoulder. As he made it to his locker, Demyx opened the metal cabinet before slipping his shirt back on. Idly he started to mumble a tune.
“Baby, you're a hot mess, and I'm falling for you.” When he was done fixing his clothes and collecting his stuff from his locker, Demyx moved down the hall. “Axel, you better get ready to lose this war. I'm so getting you back for bruising the crap out of my lip,” Demyx groaned to himself loudly not thinking about anyone being int eh hallway. It was about an hour maybe an hour and a half after school. Demyx didn't think much of it. Demyx passed Xaldin again. “I'm going to win tonight,” Demyx bet, looking at the black-haired man. “Twenty bucks on Axel,” Xaldin chuckled back as he stood up. “Ugh, you are so mean. Drive me home now, please. I need to plan battle strategy,” Demyx pouted, standing in front of him. “Okay, good luck with that,” Xaldin laughed again before easily picking Demyx up. Then, against Demyx's wishes, Xaldin carried him over his shoulder to Xaldin's truck. “Ugh, you suck! The dirty blond cried as he was tossed into the truck. “No, Demyx! You suck,” Xaldin retorted jokingly of course as Demyx crossed his arms over his chest in the truck's passenger seat. Xaldin climbed in himself and drove off.
Demyx and Xaldin actually lived int eh same building so they carpooled to school. It was better than both of them wasting gas. Demyx spend about twenty minutes in his apartment before he headed to Axel's apartment down the road.
Axel, Baby, I'm here,” Demyx called through the apartment as he walked in. His sea green eyes moved to Axel at his door frame holding the hair brush. “Hmm, you want me to brush your hair?” Demyx asked questionably wondering just how much sex Axel wanted tonight.
“Well, I know you like to brush it when it's not all gelled-up. If you don't want to, we can always just skip to the good stuff,” he purred, giving Demyx a flirtatious look and turning to head back into the bedroom. He disappeared into the room. He stripped off his shirt and finished brushing out his hair quickly before climbing onto his bed and waiting for Demyx with a smirk on his face.
Demyx made a slight frown when Axel moved back into the bedroom saying he didn't have to. “Wait, wait, I do want to brush it!” Demyx called back after a moment, running back into Axel's room. Demyx moved to Axel, getting the brush again. Demyx' smile returned to his face as he started to brush the long red hair. “I love you hair. Can I marry your hair?” Demyx asked happily, moving his legs around Axel's waist to hold him still. Axel never liked to wait until Demyx got bored of brushing his hair. He always tricked Demyx into some form of foreplay too early for Demyx's taste. Demyx couldn't blame him, though. Axel had always been a determined, eager person.
Axel leaned his head back with a hum and a smile, closing his eyes. He loved it when Demyx brushed his hair, honestly. It just felt so good. Especially when he had to tug on his hair to get a knot out. Axel hummed some more, hands gripping at Demyx's thighs behind him, dragging his nail down them.
Demyx moaned loudly as Axel dragged his nails on his thighs. Axel had terrific nails and the redhead loved to remind Demyx of that fact. “Did it really feel that good?” Demyx asked softly, thinking about how when someone brushed his hair, Demyx would fall right asleep even as an older teen, he still couldn't help it. Axel seemed to find it arousing to get his hair brushed though. Demyx let go of the brush and started to just run his hands through Axel's hair. Demyx's hair was up at the moment, still gelled, so Axel would just hurt him if he started yanking and pulling his fingers through it. The spunky blond idly rested his head on Axel's shoulder from behind being at a momentary peace.
Axel moaned a bit when he felt Demyx's fingertips massaging his scalp. He leaned his head back more, completely relaxed now. “Yeah... Everything you do to me feels so ******** good,” he moaned, gripping Demyx's legs tighter. “Mm, Dem... I don't think I can last as long as I usually do...” he turned around and pulled the front of Demyx's shirt to him so the blond was on top as he laid back on the bed. He pressed their lips together with a loud moan, quickly tangling their tongues together. “You know...how...you always say...i sing really good?” he asked breathlessly between kisses. “Well...I think...I wanna start a band...with...as guitarist...” He rolled his hips up against his. “And...I'm gonna...try to...actually find a boyfriend...” He pulled away from Demyx's lips and looked up at him, waiting for a response.
Demyx moaned a little weakly at Axel's grip on his thighs. Axel's hands were most likely leaving huge bruises, but Demyx didn't seem to care much. “Are you tire—Mmm,” Demyx tried to say, before Axel sprung them into action. Once Demyx knew hair brushing time was over, his body took over. “Ahh,” Demyx moaned in an escaping breath. “if that's what you want, go for it. There are a bunch of gay guys in choir, drama, and jazz band that I know I could set you up with one. Be like...me hooking you on blind dates... It could be really fun,” Demyx advised Axel as he slipped his shirt and Axel's shirt off. “But I have to warn you. Some of those boys are possessive. You wouldn't stay in the closet for long. It would only take one rumor,” Demyx said with caution as he kissed Axel's neck softly.
“Thanks, Dem... Nn...At...at this point, I should be...way out of the closet, anyway..,” he breathed. “Mm...Dem... I don't think I actually wanna have sex... Can we just...lay here together?” he asked him. “I know I'm being an incredible tease. I'm sorry, I just...I'm not feeling it anymore.”
Demyx frowned laying down on top of Axel hugging his torso. “It's fine, I guess. I should have just let you ******** me in the locker room. At least I would have had a story to tell,” Demyx said in a split way. He really did want sex now. Axel got him all hot and bothered for nothing. Demyx wasn't mad, though, just bummed out really. This was the first time in a while that Axel lamely passed up a chance at sex with Demyx. In the beginning, when Axel was first coming out, it happened all the time. Axel would go almost all the way then chicken out. Though, Demyx had been with someone and Axel hadn't, so it was understandable.
'I'm sorry, Dem,” he mumbled. “If you want to later, I'm sure I'll be up to it,” he finished, kissing his temple and hugging him tightly. “I can give you a blow job if you want. I haven't given you one in a while, anyway.” He ran his fingertips along Demyx's bare spine, relaxing. “I wonder if either of us will actually be able to tie ourselves down to someone,” he mumbled thoughtfully.
“No, it's really not worth it,” Demyx mumbled back just thinking about his own sex life. “Well, you practically ruined me for everyone. I was pretty solid before we started having sex. Then my sex life became social beyond repair. There are no guys that are gay at our school that I haven't had sex with, well, except...except Blondie. I love Blondie as a friend, though. His parents are crazy nuts about his education and sports to even do anything. They keep him too busy,” Demyx said idly thinking about his swimming co-captain.
“Sorry..,” he mumbled, feling really bad now. He ruined Demyx's chances at a solid relationship... He sighed softly. “I didn't know Blondie was gay... How is he? In bed, I mean... What's his real name? He's pretty cute..,” he said softly, trying to get his mind off of what he did to Demyx's life relationship-wise.
Demyx laughed a little at Axel. “Well, like I said I have never slept with him, so I wouldn't know. Made out with him a couple times. Got pretty close but his parents always find a way to interrupt and Blondie can't ignore them. It is like an obsession thing they trained him to do since he was a kid. Oh his real name? Hmm... Roxie? Yeah, Roxie Strife is it. I always call him Blondie. In fact, the entire swimming team know him as Blondie,” Demyx said with a smile. “Blondie is hot, make no mistake, but he is out of your league, my little closet friend,” Demyx pointed out truthfully. Axel was hot and everything, but Roxas didn't touch anything without a warranty, to which the redhead did not have. Axel wasn't sure about anything he did, but rugby. Axel was an impulse person. Roxas was not. Roxas planned out everything and what he didn't his parents took care of. Roxas was sure of himself.
“Whaddoyou mean 'out of my league'?” he asked with a small chuckle. “And do you think he ever be in my league? Because, I'll be honest, I have a hard time choosing between a shirtless Demyx and a shirtless Blondie to stare at when I go watch your practices. You're, like, the same amount of sexy. It's ridiculous. Like, if I were to watch you two make out, I'd probably j**z at just the sight. No joke.” He began drawing figures on Demyx's back gently. “God, how are you so ******** warm. It's amazing.”
“Well, I can't say. I don't even know how I'm in his league. You almost have to be flawless for him to want anything to do with you. He is complicated. If you can get him to talk to you for more than five minutes, I would say you have a pretty good shot with him. I don't think he would even consider dong anything with me if I wasn't the captain of the swim team. He likes guys that are better than him, and he is hard to beat in anything,” Demyx explained before laughing at Axel's comment. “I think it's a swimmer thing. Roxas is really warm, too,” Demyx said happily, thinking about the feisty blond.
Axel groaned a little. “I wanna find out just how warm he is by myself..,” he whined. “Dude , if I have to be close to perfect, there's no way he'll go for me. I'm nothing close to perfect. Hell, I'm pretty damn flawed. You should bring him to one of our rugby games, Dem. You haven't come in a while. See if you can drag him along to the next one. Hell, he may think my looks are enough to let me have a go. Hah... Yeah right.” He sighed softly.
“I can try it. It depends on if he can find time to make it. He is pretty damn busy all the time,” Demyx mumbled a little before hearing his phone go off. “I have to get that. It might be one of the guys from the swim team asking about the meet next Friday,” Demyx told Axel before pulling his phone out of his pocket and answering it. “Hello? ...I see... That would require me to get up... Why are you so mean? ...What do I get, you gas time, money, all very important to me... Oh, tempting.... Oh, I have a better idea! Either you attend the rugby game on Monday or you let my friend Axel tag along... Oh, you know it... Bye, love. See you in a bit... Blondie, you want me to come steal you away or not? … Well, deal with it. I'm sure you're capable of it... Bye, Blondie,” Demyx said, the other voice coming through the other side of the phone in inaudible mumbles. Demyx could hear him clear enough, apparently, though. Demyx pushed the cellular device back into his pocket and looked to Axel who he was still on top of. “That was Blondie. He has some free time and wants me to take him to paint the town red. I coaxed him into taking you so you might want to get ready,” Demyx informed Axel as he climbed off of him and the bed. His hands grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his mullet.
Axel just stared at Demyx for a few moments then leaped off of his bed to his closet. He ripped his clothes off and pulled on some black-and-white-vertically-striped skinny jeans, holding them up with a plaid studded belt. He attached bright red suspenders to them and let them hang. Then he pulled on a bright pink Kesha shirt that Demyx got him as a joke for his past birthday, first putting a half-sleeved button down black shirt beneath it, folding the collar and sleeves down over the tee. He ran to the bathroom to gel-up his hair as quick as he could before pulling socks and his worn Vans on. He dug through his bag and grabbed his watch, strapping that on as well. “Okay! I'm good,” he told the blond with a grin. Then he paused and looked down at himself. “...Did I overdo it? Or do I look like I usually dress?”
Demyx laughed a little seeing Axel quickly jump around. It was almost amusing that Axel was trying so hard to impress Blondie. “You look fine. Relax, Buddy. Blondie can smell fear, so you know if he smells it on you he'll be turned off,” Demyx told Axel jokingly as he moved to Axel's bedroom door and out of it. “But seriously, come on. Blondie hates to wait,” Demyx said, being more serious but not really. The dirty blond strolled out of the apartment twirling his keys idly. He didn't seem to be nervous at all. His blue Nissan was waiting for them at the bottom of Axel's apartment building. “Roxas lives like ten minutes away with his parents, so we'll be with your future boyfriend soon,” Demyx teased as they started to drive.
Axel pouted at Demyx's teasing. “Don't tease, Dem. Not cool...” He fixed his shirt a little and sat up straight in his seat. “do you think he'll mind that I'm sitting up front? Should I switch to the back when we get there?” He would be a liar if he said he wasn't nervous. That kid was amazing. Axel was barely even a hard out of the closet. Roxas was his first really interest and Axel, according to Demyx, had to basically be perfect. He fiddled with the hem of the button-down which was sticking out from the bottom of his tee as he stared out the window at the world passing him by. There was no way Roxas was even going to give him a second glance. He could feel it, and it made his heart drop to his stomach. This was sheer torture. He was so discouraged now that he thought about the actual possibility of Roxas even taking an interest in him. He had never felt so small.
Demyx laughed at Axel again. “Don't worry about it, Axel, really. When he gets out like this, he wants nothing to do with perfect besides a perfectly good time. You're pretty lucky because he only lets me take him out like this maybe once every four or five months. His parents and him most likely got into a fight. He sounded frustrated on the phone,” Demyx explained to Axel to let him off the hook he seemed to be on. Demyx turned off of the main street into the big money district. All of the houses were huge and highly detailed with the most beautiful cars parked out in front of them. The sun was almost set now so the last traces of light poured down over the houses and cars like light from heaven. Demyx drove down a couple of streets of the flawless houses until he got to one named Richton. He turned and parked out front one particular house that was white and blue like a cloud in the sky. “Stay here even if you hear yelling,” Demyx told Axel after not seeing the blond already waiting out in the front yard. He seemed a lirrle more nervous now but it wasn't fear, it was concern. The mullet-ed dirty blond walked up to the front door and walked in without even knocking. It was quiet for about five minutes, then there was the sound of glass shattering and faint yells could be heard afterward. The actual words though were too muffled to understand though. Demyx came out again this time carrying Roxas who was yelling over Demyx's shoulder at a man who came up to the door next. “You don't own me! Let me make my own damn decisions!” “Roxas, we want what is best for yo--” “Bullshit! You want bragging rights around your snobby-a** friends!” the blond continued not even listening to the tall blond anymore. “Get in this house right now, you are--” “I know, I know! I'm embarrassing you and mom in front of all the goddamn neighbors!” Roxas screamed, sounding like he wanted to say more, but Demyx stopped him by putting him in the backseat and shutting the door. “Ungrateful--” the blond started but before he finished he was already back inside. Demyx didn't seem to be phased by anything as he walked around the car and got in again. “Axel, Blondie. Blondie, Axel,” Demyx said happily, starting up his car. “Hey,” Roxas said sourly to the redhead before turning back to Demyx. “You shouldn't have moved my hand,” Roxas said spitefully, but Demyx paid no attention to it. “Where do you guys want to go?”
Axel watched the scene play out in curiosity. When Roxas's eyes looked at his, his heart jumped to his throat. “Hey..,” he answered quietly, sinking down into his seat more at Roxas's tone. He knew he wasn't mad at him, but still. “Um...we could go do laser tag. Maybe let out some stress..,” he suggested, looking back at Roxas questionably.
“that's fine with me, but neither of us is going to win. Demyx is too competitive to let anyone win,” roxas pointed out as Demyx snickered in the front seat. “He's right, Axel. I average a good thirty kills in like twenty minutes,” Demyx boasted with a large grin.
Axel chuckled a little. “I'm aware. I just figured you needed to blow off a little steam. I don't care if Demyx wins. You can kick my a** if it makes you less stressed. I'm more into rough-contact sports anyway. This is why I'm co-captain of the rugby team.” He grinned back at the blond.
“Oh, so you are the reason Demyx wanted me to go to the rugby game. Demyx may have too many other motives here,” Roxas told Axel looking oer to Demyx's seat, whispering something n his ear. His voice was too low to hear, but the fact that Demyx almost lost control of the car was a hint to what he said.
Axel, feeling a bit left out, turned back around and gave Demyx a weird look when the car jerked. “Uh, yeah... I actually suggested it to him.” He shrugged a bit and looked back at him by way of the rear-view mirror. “I kinda hoped I might have a, um...a chance with you. I mean, I know it's a long-shot, but...yeah... I had hoped he could drag you to the game Monday and you magically fall in love with my amazing rugby skills. Haha...” he messed with his hair, cursing himself for needing to be so damn truthful. And there go all my slim chances.., he thought to himself with a soft sigh.
“You suggested kick him in the balls?” Roxas asked with a slightly confused face. Demyx starting to crack up in his seat as he drove, because Axel just confessed his love for Blondie for no real reason.
“Wha..? No...I suggested him dragging you to the rugby game..,” he said slowly, face quickly reddening. “I suddenly feel very awkward..,” he murmured, sinking down into his seat more.
Roxas was now staring at Axel, who was the colour of his own hair. Demyx had to hold in the laugh as he pulled into the laser tag place. “Well, who is ready to get their a** handed to them?” Demyx asked as he watched Roxas get out of the car. “Demyx.” “Blondie—umfff!” Demyx replied back before Roxas shoved Demyx into the car, glaring at him. “Whyyy?” Demyx whined in pain, watching Roxas just walk into the place without answering him. “And you want to give him a gun? I mean, I know it's plastic, but still,” Demyx asked as he straightened back out, rubbing his back.
Axel chuckled a little, watching Demyx get shoved into his car. “You deserved it, a*****e,” he told him, skin going back to normal and body relaxing again. He joined Roxas inside, fidgeting a bit. “You wanna do teams or just one-man teams?” he asked, looking at Roxas, loving his eyes. “We could try to kick Demyx's a**. We'd fail, but we could try. Do some Mission Impossible s**t, ya know?”
Roxas looked at Axel and it took only a moment to decide. “I think I'll face Demyx on my own. Even I want to shoot your neon a**,” Roxas spoke in an idly not really interested voice seeing Demyx walk in looking a little wounded. “I feel you owe me now,” Demyx informed Roxas who simply rolled his eyes.
Axel rolled his eyes as well then he looked down at his bright pink shirt. “s**t, I didn't even think about that,” he sighed. He then proceeded to strip off the Kesha shirt, accidentally pulling his black button-down shirt up to reveal half of his chest and all of his stomach before it dropped back down to its rightful place. “There. That's better, he commented, smoothing his shirt out a bit. “Jeans are still white, but, whatever,” he mumbled.
Roxas seemed unimpressed by the action as he waited for Demyx to finish paying for their games. “Okay, guys, come pick up your instrument of destruction,” Demyx cheered, skipping down the hall and getting the shotgun. It was a slower reload, but with Demyx it wasn't about the speed. Demyx had accuracy on his side. “Whatever, Demyx. You can eat d**k and die,” Roxas playfully started back picking up a pistol and looking at Demyx who pretended to be super offended. “Roxas! Don't be so mean! I'll refuse to give you the hot angry sex you obviously want,” Demyx teased back, sticking his tongue out at Roxas. “Ha, joke's on you, spaz. Your friend here will probably chew off his own arm to sleep with me.” Roxas gleamed with a hateful content before loud techno music started blasting through the speakers. In the background, a countdown from ten was starting signaling the game was about to start. “Don't be so sure you snotty whore!” Demyx yelled, smiling still before dancing away into the maze of columns and walls to give coverage for the players. Roxas glared a little at Demyx's disappearing figure. “Oh, you are so dead,” Roxas growled before storming off after Demyx, the countdown on three seconds to start.
“I wouldn't say chew my arm off,” he said thoughtfully before grabbing a pistol as well. He ran in after them and hid behind a wall. He quickly loaded his laser-gun and waited for the countdown to say “go”. He quickly ducked and rolled to the side as he saw Demyx peek out and shoot at him. He retaliated and missed because the blond ducked back into hiding. “Come out, come out, Demy!” he sand with a gleeful laugh. He loved playing laser tag with Demyx. He never really took it seriously. It was all just great fun.
"Tension between us is just getting stronger. The flames getting hotter, the sex lasting longer. And I'm not one to speak with poetry, but your body's an ocean, and the waves are closing in on me." He began jamming out at that point, sliding around naked in the stall and dancing like his life depended on it, concentrated loon on his face--expression full of passion. It was an odd sight, considering he was the second-roughest player on the team. he was co-captain. his best friend Xaldin was captain. Xaldin and his friend Demyx were really the only people he connected with. They were the three most-admired students in the school because of their athletic statuses. Demyx was the captain of the swimming team, a sorter blond his co-captain. Every time he went with Xaldin to watch Demyx at practice, the two blonds always chatted away with each other. The same thing always happened when Axel went to Demyx's archery practice to watch both Xaldin and Demyx. Apparently, besides Xaldin and Demyx, a short emo kid was the best shooter. he always stared at the coach, though. The man had a large, curious scar on his face and bright blue hair in an odd style. He was just...weird. he always saw Demyx talking to a man named Xigbar at archery practice as well. He had graduated a few years back and came to watch the team, giving hints and tips to the archers. He had been the best player the school had ever seen or had. He was a processional archer now and was loaded.
"Side to side, we're holding on to our dear lives. We're going down and we just can't decide who goes on top, well that's the beauty of life. Side to side, let me kiss your skin, and let the music cry. Listen to my voice send shivers down your spine. Baby girl, just rock me all night, and love me from side to side."
Axel beted out the chorus at the top of his lungs as the soap rinsed off. He continued to hum te song as he dried off and got dressed, gathering his things. As far as he knew, he was the only one left at practice.
Xaldin sat peacefully under a shady tree with his legs crossed. The weather outside was nice and sunny. There was a breeze playing around, dancing freely. It reminded Xaldin of Demyx. Demyx was always like that, except on the field. Then he turned into an unmoving, focused machine with the speed of a hawk and the accuracy of a point-blank shot. If Demyx set his mind to something, he would get it done, but boy you couldn't get Demyx to do anything he didn't want to do. He really was a changing and flowing as the wind. Xaldin's lungs filled with air as he took in a deep breath. He felt good, at peace. “Xaldin!” Demyx screamed happily, jumping on top of him, starting him easily. “Ha-ha! I got you! You were scared! Xaldin was scared! Ha-ha-ha!” Demyx cheered still on top of him. Xaldin could feel all of his anger management fluttering away in the wind. “Demyx...go but Axel before I deck you..,” Xaldin seethed before Demyx scrambled away from Xaldin. “Xaldin, you are no fun when you are mad,” the blond pouted. “And you act like a child sometimes. Who jumps on someone like that? Demyx you are like a hundred and fifty pounds!” Xaldin snapped at him. Demyx frowned. “A hundred and firty, d**k,” Demyx mumbled back before leaving Mr. Grumpy McGee to do more of his breathing exercises. He was lame sometimes, really.
The spunky blond moved into the locker room to see if he could hunt down Axel this time. Demyx knew Axel liked to take long showers, and it really wasn't that long after Rugby got out. He heard the redhead singing beautifully with the shower going. Demyx knew he sang, if he wasn't completely sure Axel would blow him off, Demyx would ask Axel to join choir. Roxas, another one of his friends, was in choir. Demyx moved to the lockers right before the showers, easily climbing on top of them. There was no sound but Axel's voice. Demyx felt like a ninja. As Axel came out of the sower, Demyx silently followed him on top of the lockers. When he was just about to leave, Demyx dove off the locker and tackled Axel to the ground with a loud thud. “Got you!” Demyx cheered now on top of him. He had managed to get him from the front so when Demyx successfully got Axel to the ground, Demyx was sitting on top of him. “Were you scared? I scared Xaldin! Can you believe that Mr. I'm-captain-of-the-rugby-team was scared! Then he started yelling at me because it's apparently childish to jump on people,” Demyx said before leaning down looking Axel directly in the eye. “Do you think it's childish?” the blond asked, staring into his emrald eyes.
Axel screamed as Demyx fell on him. He panted. “Oh my ******** god, Dem! You scared the s**t outta me!” he breathed in a relieved voice. Then he started laughing. “he's gonna punch you in the face one day, but I love you, Dem,” he purred, leaning up and smashing their lips together. He pushed Demyx onto his back and got on top of him, reconnecting their lips. He had Demyx's arms held down with his knees and started sliding his hands up the blond's shirt. He kissed down to Demyx's ear and whispered, “You know, I haven't gotten laid in a while,” he murmured. “How 'bout you stay at my apartment tonight?” he suggested. He was secretly gay. People knew Demyx was gay, but no one except Demyx knew Axel was. Both Axel and Demyx had discovered a while ago that neither of them could commit to anyone, so they occasionally had a hot ******** groaned a little, temptation tingling through his whole body. “You know, for someone who is in the closet, you really aren't shy about asking for it,” Demyx breathed back, his minty breath glossing over Axel's lips. Demyx's body gave another chill as he felt that devious hand snake up further. Demyx's lips pushed upward, kissing him back deeply. Their tongues moved into a battle-like tango, neither one liked to give in ever. It was probably their competitiveness that caused it. Demyx pulled back needing air and to speak. “Your apartment...I'll be there,” Demyx breathed wanting to get out his completely acceptance before they continued. Demyx's hands were son free, though, and moved into Axel's wet, fiery red locks. Demyx couldn't help but to giggle into Axel's lips thinking how dirty Axel was being after just getting clean. Their make-out session lasted fifteen minutes altogether, because Demyx had to go get stuff from his own apartment. That was something defined in their relationship. Demyx never invited Axel over to his own apartment. They were too careful for that. Demyx had neighbors that went to college with them, whereas Axel didn't. It was just less suspicious for them to suck c**k, mouths, and various other things. “Mmm...Axel...I gotta go..,” Demyx groaned before pushing the redhead off. Somehow he lost his shirt. Axel was good.
Axel chuckled at him, standing. He briefly pushed Demyx back against the wall, biting his lip and pulling back on it teasingly. “See ya then,” he breathed, handing the blond his shirt. Then he picked up his bag and gave Demyx a flirtatious glance before heading out.
He waved to Xaldin with a smile as he passed before moving to his car and hopping in, going down the road. On his way home, he began singing to the radio.
“Baby, I like it! The way you move on the floor. Baby, I like it! Come on and gimme some more. Oh, yes, I like it! Screamin' like never before. Baby, I like it! I—I like it!”
he pulled up into his apartment's parking lot and hopped out, running upstairs to his room. He quickly cleaned up his apartment a bit so Demyx could actually move around easily in the place. He then moved to his bathroom and brushed his teeth, beginning to brush his hair out. Demyx always liked to brush his hair when it wasn't all gelled-up, though, so he only got most of the tangles out. Then, when he heard Demyx come into his apartment, he leaned against his bedroom door frame, holding his hairbrush out towards him with a smile.
Demyx breathed to Axel's goodbye glance, feeling his body crying out for more. Axel was such a ******** tease. Demyx, feeling his pride slightly defeated for the lost battle, walked out of the gym carrying his shirt over his shoulder. As he made it to his locker, Demyx opened the metal cabinet before slipping his shirt back on. Idly he started to mumble a tune.
“Baby, you're a hot mess, and I'm falling for you.” When he was done fixing his clothes and collecting his stuff from his locker, Demyx moved down the hall. “Axel, you better get ready to lose this war. I'm so getting you back for bruising the crap out of my lip,” Demyx groaned to himself loudly not thinking about anyone being int eh hallway. It was about an hour maybe an hour and a half after school. Demyx didn't think much of it. Demyx passed Xaldin again. “I'm going to win tonight,” Demyx bet, looking at the black-haired man. “Twenty bucks on Axel,” Xaldin chuckled back as he stood up. “Ugh, you are so mean. Drive me home now, please. I need to plan battle strategy,” Demyx pouted, standing in front of him. “Okay, good luck with that,” Xaldin laughed again before easily picking Demyx up. Then, against Demyx's wishes, Xaldin carried him over his shoulder to Xaldin's truck. “Ugh, you suck! The dirty blond cried as he was tossed into the truck. “No, Demyx! You suck,” Xaldin retorted jokingly of course as Demyx crossed his arms over his chest in the truck's passenger seat. Xaldin climbed in himself and drove off.
Demyx and Xaldin actually lived int eh same building so they carpooled to school. It was better than both of them wasting gas. Demyx spend about twenty minutes in his apartment before he headed to Axel's apartment down the road.
Axel, Baby, I'm here,” Demyx called through the apartment as he walked in. His sea green eyes moved to Axel at his door frame holding the hair brush. “Hmm, you want me to brush your hair?” Demyx asked questionably wondering just how much sex Axel wanted tonight.
“Well, I know you like to brush it when it's not all gelled-up. If you don't want to, we can always just skip to the good stuff,” he purred, giving Demyx a flirtatious look and turning to head back into the bedroom. He disappeared into the room. He stripped off his shirt and finished brushing out his hair quickly before climbing onto his bed and waiting for Demyx with a smirk on his face.
Demyx made a slight frown when Axel moved back into the bedroom saying he didn't have to. “Wait, wait, I do want to brush it!” Demyx called back after a moment, running back into Axel's room. Demyx moved to Axel, getting the brush again. Demyx' smile returned to his face as he started to brush the long red hair. “I love you hair. Can I marry your hair?” Demyx asked happily, moving his legs around Axel's waist to hold him still. Axel never liked to wait until Demyx got bored of brushing his hair. He always tricked Demyx into some form of foreplay too early for Demyx's taste. Demyx couldn't blame him, though. Axel had always been a determined, eager person.
Axel leaned his head back with a hum and a smile, closing his eyes. He loved it when Demyx brushed his hair, honestly. It just felt so good. Especially when he had to tug on his hair to get a knot out. Axel hummed some more, hands gripping at Demyx's thighs behind him, dragging his nail down them.
Demyx moaned loudly as Axel dragged his nails on his thighs. Axel had terrific nails and the redhead loved to remind Demyx of that fact. “Did it really feel that good?” Demyx asked softly, thinking about how when someone brushed his hair, Demyx would fall right asleep even as an older teen, he still couldn't help it. Axel seemed to find it arousing to get his hair brushed though. Demyx let go of the brush and started to just run his hands through Axel's hair. Demyx's hair was up at the moment, still gelled, so Axel would just hurt him if he started yanking and pulling his fingers through it. The spunky blond idly rested his head on Axel's shoulder from behind being at a momentary peace.
Axel moaned a bit when he felt Demyx's fingertips massaging his scalp. He leaned his head back more, completely relaxed now. “Yeah... Everything you do to me feels so ******** good,” he moaned, gripping Demyx's legs tighter. “Mm, Dem... I don't think I can last as long as I usually do...” he turned around and pulled the front of Demyx's shirt to him so the blond was on top as he laid back on the bed. He pressed their lips together with a loud moan, quickly tangling their tongues together. “You know...how...you always say...i sing really good?” he asked breathlessly between kisses. “Well...I think...I wanna start a band...with...as guitarist...” He rolled his hips up against his. “And...I'm gonna...try to...actually find a boyfriend...” He pulled away from Demyx's lips and looked up at him, waiting for a response.
Demyx moaned a little weakly at Axel's grip on his thighs. Axel's hands were most likely leaving huge bruises, but Demyx didn't seem to care much. “Are you tire—Mmm,” Demyx tried to say, before Axel sprung them into action. Once Demyx knew hair brushing time was over, his body took over. “Ahh,” Demyx moaned in an escaping breath. “if that's what you want, go for it. There are a bunch of gay guys in choir, drama, and jazz band that I know I could set you up with one. Be like...me hooking you on blind dates... It could be really fun,” Demyx advised Axel as he slipped his shirt and Axel's shirt off. “But I have to warn you. Some of those boys are possessive. You wouldn't stay in the closet for long. It would only take one rumor,” Demyx said with caution as he kissed Axel's neck softly.
“Thanks, Dem... Nn...At...at this point, I should be...way out of the closet, anyway..,” he breathed. “Mm...Dem... I don't think I actually wanna have sex... Can we just...lay here together?” he asked him. “I know I'm being an incredible tease. I'm sorry, I just...I'm not feeling it anymore.”
Demyx frowned laying down on top of Axel hugging his torso. “It's fine, I guess. I should have just let you ******** me in the locker room. At least I would have had a story to tell,” Demyx said in a split way. He really did want sex now. Axel got him all hot and bothered for nothing. Demyx wasn't mad, though, just bummed out really. This was the first time in a while that Axel lamely passed up a chance at sex with Demyx. In the beginning, when Axel was first coming out, it happened all the time. Axel would go almost all the way then chicken out. Though, Demyx had been with someone and Axel hadn't, so it was understandable.
'I'm sorry, Dem,” he mumbled. “If you want to later, I'm sure I'll be up to it,” he finished, kissing his temple and hugging him tightly. “I can give you a blow job if you want. I haven't given you one in a while, anyway.” He ran his fingertips along Demyx's bare spine, relaxing. “I wonder if either of us will actually be able to tie ourselves down to someone,” he mumbled thoughtfully.
“No, it's really not worth it,” Demyx mumbled back just thinking about his own sex life. “Well, you practically ruined me for everyone. I was pretty solid before we started having sex. Then my sex life became social beyond repair. There are no guys that are gay at our school that I haven't had sex with, well, except...except Blondie. I love Blondie as a friend, though. His parents are crazy nuts about his education and sports to even do anything. They keep him too busy,” Demyx said idly thinking about his swimming co-captain.
“Sorry..,” he mumbled, feling really bad now. He ruined Demyx's chances at a solid relationship... He sighed softly. “I didn't know Blondie was gay... How is he? In bed, I mean... What's his real name? He's pretty cute..,” he said softly, trying to get his mind off of what he did to Demyx's life relationship-wise.
Demyx laughed a little at Axel. “Well, like I said I have never slept with him, so I wouldn't know. Made out with him a couple times. Got pretty close but his parents always find a way to interrupt and Blondie can't ignore them. It is like an obsession thing they trained him to do since he was a kid. Oh his real name? Hmm... Roxie? Yeah, Roxie Strife is it. I always call him Blondie. In fact, the entire swimming team know him as Blondie,” Demyx said with a smile. “Blondie is hot, make no mistake, but he is out of your league, my little closet friend,” Demyx pointed out truthfully. Axel was hot and everything, but Roxas didn't touch anything without a warranty, to which the redhead did not have. Axel wasn't sure about anything he did, but rugby. Axel was an impulse person. Roxas was not. Roxas planned out everything and what he didn't his parents took care of. Roxas was sure of himself.
“Whaddoyou mean 'out of my league'?” he asked with a small chuckle. “And do you think he ever be in my league? Because, I'll be honest, I have a hard time choosing between a shirtless Demyx and a shirtless Blondie to stare at when I go watch your practices. You're, like, the same amount of sexy. It's ridiculous. Like, if I were to watch you two make out, I'd probably j**z at just the sight. No joke.” He began drawing figures on Demyx's back gently. “God, how are you so ******** warm. It's amazing.”
“Well, I can't say. I don't even know how I'm in his league. You almost have to be flawless for him to want anything to do with you. He is complicated. If you can get him to talk to you for more than five minutes, I would say you have a pretty good shot with him. I don't think he would even consider dong anything with me if I wasn't the captain of the swim team. He likes guys that are better than him, and he is hard to beat in anything,” Demyx explained before laughing at Axel's comment. “I think it's a swimmer thing. Roxas is really warm, too,” Demyx said happily, thinking about the feisty blond.
Axel groaned a little. “I wanna find out just how warm he is by myself..,” he whined. “Dude , if I have to be close to perfect, there's no way he'll go for me. I'm nothing close to perfect. Hell, I'm pretty damn flawed. You should bring him to one of our rugby games, Dem. You haven't come in a while. See if you can drag him along to the next one. Hell, he may think my looks are enough to let me have a go. Hah... Yeah right.” He sighed softly.
“I can try it. It depends on if he can find time to make it. He is pretty damn busy all the time,” Demyx mumbled a little before hearing his phone go off. “I have to get that. It might be one of the guys from the swim team asking about the meet next Friday,” Demyx told Axel before pulling his phone out of his pocket and answering it. “Hello? ...I see... That would require me to get up... Why are you so mean? ...What do I get, you gas time, money, all very important to me... Oh, tempting.... Oh, I have a better idea! Either you attend the rugby game on Monday or you let my friend Axel tag along... Oh, you know it... Bye, love. See you in a bit... Blondie, you want me to come steal you away or not? … Well, deal with it. I'm sure you're capable of it... Bye, Blondie,” Demyx said, the other voice coming through the other side of the phone in inaudible mumbles. Demyx could hear him clear enough, apparently, though. Demyx pushed the cellular device back into his pocket and looked to Axel who he was still on top of. “That was Blondie. He has some free time and wants me to take him to paint the town red. I coaxed him into taking you so you might want to get ready,” Demyx informed Axel as he climbed off of him and the bed. His hands grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his mullet.
Axel just stared at Demyx for a few moments then leaped off of his bed to his closet. He ripped his clothes off and pulled on some black-and-white-vertically-striped skinny jeans, holding them up with a plaid studded belt. He attached bright red suspenders to them and let them hang. Then he pulled on a bright pink Kesha shirt that Demyx got him as a joke for his past birthday, first putting a half-sleeved button down black shirt beneath it, folding the collar and sleeves down over the tee. He ran to the bathroom to gel-up his hair as quick as he could before pulling socks and his worn Vans on. He dug through his bag and grabbed his watch, strapping that on as well. “Okay! I'm good,” he told the blond with a grin. Then he paused and looked down at himself. “...Did I overdo it? Or do I look like I usually dress?”
Demyx laughed a little seeing Axel quickly jump around. It was almost amusing that Axel was trying so hard to impress Blondie. “You look fine. Relax, Buddy. Blondie can smell fear, so you know if he smells it on you he'll be turned off,” Demyx told Axel jokingly as he moved to Axel's bedroom door and out of it. “But seriously, come on. Blondie hates to wait,” Demyx said, being more serious but not really. The dirty blond strolled out of the apartment twirling his keys idly. He didn't seem to be nervous at all. His blue Nissan was waiting for them at the bottom of Axel's apartment building. “Roxas lives like ten minutes away with his parents, so we'll be with your future boyfriend soon,” Demyx teased as they started to drive.
Axel pouted at Demyx's teasing. “Don't tease, Dem. Not cool...” He fixed his shirt a little and sat up straight in his seat. “do you think he'll mind that I'm sitting up front? Should I switch to the back when we get there?” He would be a liar if he said he wasn't nervous. That kid was amazing. Axel was barely even a hard out of the closet. Roxas was his first really interest and Axel, according to Demyx, had to basically be perfect. He fiddled with the hem of the button-down which was sticking out from the bottom of his tee as he stared out the window at the world passing him by. There was no way Roxas was even going to give him a second glance. He could feel it, and it made his heart drop to his stomach. This was sheer torture. He was so discouraged now that he thought about the actual possibility of Roxas even taking an interest in him. He had never felt so small.
Demyx laughed at Axel again. “Don't worry about it, Axel, really. When he gets out like this, he wants nothing to do with perfect besides a perfectly good time. You're pretty lucky because he only lets me take him out like this maybe once every four or five months. His parents and him most likely got into a fight. He sounded frustrated on the phone,” Demyx explained to Axel to let him off the hook he seemed to be on. Demyx turned off of the main street into the big money district. All of the houses were huge and highly detailed with the most beautiful cars parked out in front of them. The sun was almost set now so the last traces of light poured down over the houses and cars like light from heaven. Demyx drove down a couple of streets of the flawless houses until he got to one named Richton. He turned and parked out front one particular house that was white and blue like a cloud in the sky. “Stay here even if you hear yelling,” Demyx told Axel after not seeing the blond already waiting out in the front yard. He seemed a lirrle more nervous now but it wasn't fear, it was concern. The mullet-ed dirty blond walked up to the front door and walked in without even knocking. It was quiet for about five minutes, then there was the sound of glass shattering and faint yells could be heard afterward. The actual words though were too muffled to understand though. Demyx came out again this time carrying Roxas who was yelling over Demyx's shoulder at a man who came up to the door next. “You don't own me! Let me make my own damn decisions!” “Roxas, we want what is best for yo--” “Bullshit! You want bragging rights around your snobby-a** friends!” the blond continued not even listening to the tall blond anymore. “Get in this house right now, you are--” “I know, I know! I'm embarrassing you and mom in front of all the goddamn neighbors!” Roxas screamed, sounding like he wanted to say more, but Demyx stopped him by putting him in the backseat and shutting the door. “Ungrateful--” the blond started but before he finished he was already back inside. Demyx didn't seem to be phased by anything as he walked around the car and got in again. “Axel, Blondie. Blondie, Axel,” Demyx said happily, starting up his car. “Hey,” Roxas said sourly to the redhead before turning back to Demyx. “You shouldn't have moved my hand,” Roxas said spitefully, but Demyx paid no attention to it. “Where do you guys want to go?”
Axel watched the scene play out in curiosity. When Roxas's eyes looked at his, his heart jumped to his throat. “Hey..,” he answered quietly, sinking down into his seat more at Roxas's tone. He knew he wasn't mad at him, but still. “Um...we could go do laser tag. Maybe let out some stress..,” he suggested, looking back at Roxas questionably.
“that's fine with me, but neither of us is going to win. Demyx is too competitive to let anyone win,” roxas pointed out as Demyx snickered in the front seat. “He's right, Axel. I average a good thirty kills in like twenty minutes,” Demyx boasted with a large grin.
Axel chuckled a little. “I'm aware. I just figured you needed to blow off a little steam. I don't care if Demyx wins. You can kick my a** if it makes you less stressed. I'm more into rough-contact sports anyway. This is why I'm co-captain of the rugby team.” He grinned back at the blond.
“Oh, so you are the reason Demyx wanted me to go to the rugby game. Demyx may have too many other motives here,” Roxas told Axel looking oer to Demyx's seat, whispering something n his ear. His voice was too low to hear, but the fact that Demyx almost lost control of the car was a hint to what he said.
Axel, feeling a bit left out, turned back around and gave Demyx a weird look when the car jerked. “Uh, yeah... I actually suggested it to him.” He shrugged a bit and looked back at him by way of the rear-view mirror. “I kinda hoped I might have a, um...a chance with you. I mean, I know it's a long-shot, but...yeah... I had hoped he could drag you to the game Monday and you magically fall in love with my amazing rugby skills. Haha...” he messed with his hair, cursing himself for needing to be so damn truthful. And there go all my slim chances.., he thought to himself with a soft sigh.
“You suggested kick him in the balls?” Roxas asked with a slightly confused face. Demyx starting to crack up in his seat as he drove, because Axel just confessed his love for Blondie for no real reason.
“Wha..? No...I suggested him dragging you to the rugby game..,” he said slowly, face quickly reddening. “I suddenly feel very awkward..,” he murmured, sinking down into his seat more.
Roxas was now staring at Axel, who was the colour of his own hair. Demyx had to hold in the laugh as he pulled into the laser tag place. “Well, who is ready to get their a** handed to them?” Demyx asked as he watched Roxas get out of the car. “Demyx.” “Blondie—umfff!” Demyx replied back before Roxas shoved Demyx into the car, glaring at him. “Whyyy?” Demyx whined in pain, watching Roxas just walk into the place without answering him. “And you want to give him a gun? I mean, I know it's plastic, but still,” Demyx asked as he straightened back out, rubbing his back.
Axel chuckled a little, watching Demyx get shoved into his car. “You deserved it, a*****e,” he told him, skin going back to normal and body relaxing again. He joined Roxas inside, fidgeting a bit. “You wanna do teams or just one-man teams?” he asked, looking at Roxas, loving his eyes. “We could try to kick Demyx's a**. We'd fail, but we could try. Do some Mission Impossible s**t, ya know?”
Roxas looked at Axel and it took only a moment to decide. “I think I'll face Demyx on my own. Even I want to shoot your neon a**,” Roxas spoke in an idly not really interested voice seeing Demyx walk in looking a little wounded. “I feel you owe me now,” Demyx informed Roxas who simply rolled his eyes.
Axel rolled his eyes as well then he looked down at his bright pink shirt. “s**t, I didn't even think about that,” he sighed. He then proceeded to strip off the Kesha shirt, accidentally pulling his black button-down shirt up to reveal half of his chest and all of his stomach before it dropped back down to its rightful place. “There. That's better, he commented, smoothing his shirt out a bit. “Jeans are still white, but, whatever,” he mumbled.
Roxas seemed unimpressed by the action as he waited for Demyx to finish paying for their games. “Okay, guys, come pick up your instrument of destruction,” Demyx cheered, skipping down the hall and getting the shotgun. It was a slower reload, but with Demyx it wasn't about the speed. Demyx had accuracy on his side. “Whatever, Demyx. You can eat d**k and die,” Roxas playfully started back picking up a pistol and looking at Demyx who pretended to be super offended. “Roxas! Don't be so mean! I'll refuse to give you the hot angry sex you obviously want,” Demyx teased back, sticking his tongue out at Roxas. “Ha, joke's on you, spaz. Your friend here will probably chew off his own arm to sleep with me.” Roxas gleamed with a hateful content before loud techno music started blasting through the speakers. In the background, a countdown from ten was starting signaling the game was about to start. “Don't be so sure you snotty whore!” Demyx yelled, smiling still before dancing away into the maze of columns and walls to give coverage for the players. Roxas glared a little at Demyx's disappearing figure. “Oh, you are so dead,” Roxas growled before storming off after Demyx, the countdown on three seconds to start.
“I wouldn't say chew my arm off,” he said thoughtfully before grabbing a pistol as well. He ran in after them and hid behind a wall. He quickly loaded his laser-gun and waited for the countdown to say “go”. He quickly ducked and rolled to the side as he saw Demyx peek out and shoot at him. He retaliated and missed because the blond ducked back into hiding. “Come out, come out, Demy!” he sand with a gleeful laugh. He loved playing laser tag with Demyx. He never really took it seriously. It was all just great fun.
