[FIC] Kingdom Hearts
Title: N/A
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Axe/Roxas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 390 words



"Hey." A pair of gloved hands gently slide over his eyes when he tries to open them. That familiar voice chuckles in his ear, little puffs of warm breath making him shiver. "Nuh-uh. No peeking, kiddo. That's cheating."

He tries to speak, and finds that he can't. So he raises his own hands to the one covering his eyes, fingers tracing over the soft leather, trying to say through touch what he can't with words.

"Yeah, I know. Sort of annoying, but there's this thing where now not only shouldn't I exist, but it's technically impossible. I'm a little worried that I might disappear in a poof of logic if you're actually able to see me. Or, you know, say my name. So, if I move my hands, will you be good and keep your eyes shut tight?"

All he can do is nod.

The hands drop from his face to tightly encircle his waist, pulling him tight against the solid heat of the form behind him. "Heh. Look at that. You're actually doing what I say. That's gotta be a first." There's a laugh at his indignant huff, and the voice loses its teasing tone. "...I'm still working on a way to keep our promise."

What? he wants to ask. You're here now, you idiot.

"I'm not, really. Well, okay, it's sort of complicated. You're dreaming right now, did you know that? No? Gotta be more observant. I don't know how it works, really, but I'm sure as heck not physically where you are. I'd be all cliché and say it's something to do with connected hearts, but it's not like I've got one, right? Especially now."

He laces his fingers with the ones clasped around him, arching his neck to rub his cheek against leather and the scratch of a zipper, the tips of soft strands of hair brushing over his skin. It feels real, and it hurts to think that he doesn't actually have this back.

"Doesn't mean this isn't real, though. But, knowing you, you'll want some proof. I can do that." Flame-hot lips ghost over his exposed neck, making him gasp soundlessly.

Sora wakes that morning with a large bruise blossoming on his neck. When he pokes at it curiously, Roxas refuses to explain why he's in such a good mood.