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[FIC] Kingdom Hearts
Title: N/A
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 261 words
Notes: ...band!AU.

When asked in interviews, Luxord generally described the Nobodies' backstage atmosphere as "organized chaos," complete with finger-quotes. It sounded good, and impressed people more than the truth--that there was less organization and more chaos.

"I can't find my hair gel!" Demyx wailed, tossing articles of discared clothing and trashy magazines over his shoulder in his panicked search.

Larxene rolled her eyes from her perch on top of the dresser where she was filing her nails. "My heart bleeds for you. Maybe now you'll actually have to get a hairstyle that's more than a glorified mullet?" She held flexed her hand, raking her sharpened nails down the air like a cat.

"You're so mean!"

"You can use mine, Demyx." Roxas curled further into Axel's lap, curling his fingers through the metal loop in the leather collar the other man was wearing and tugged. Axel arched into the touch, a slow grin curving his lips. Roxas tugged again, pulling him down into a sloppy kiss.

"God, that's so illegal," Larxene said enviously. Axel cheerfully gave her the finger without breaking the kiss.

Demyx immediately perked up, emerging from a pile of assorted sheet music. "Roxas, you're the best! Um. Where is it?"

"In the bathroom," Roxas managed, sounding a little distracted by the hand slipping down the front of his pants.

"That might be a problem." Larxene made a popping sound with her lips as she finished applying her lipstick. "Marly's locked himself in there. Says none of us appreciate or understand him."

"Again?!"

Luxord burried his head in his hands and wondered where he put his rum.

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Title: N/A
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: mention of Axel/Roxas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 559 words
Notes: ...band!AU.

"So, do you guys think there's anywhere in here Axel and Roxas haven't had sex yet?" Larxene asked, toweling off her hair as she stepped out of the bathroom. "I only ask 'cause I care, and maybe 'cause I think Axel's starting to stash lube in random corners--what?" She frowned faintly, staring at Demyx, who was clearly trying to communicate something with furious shaking of his head and big gestures. "Sorry, I don't speak frantic dork."

Marluxia looked up from his gardening magazine long enough to roll his eyes. "Rule Number Nine."

She blinked. "Uh.. nine? Which one's that? Oh! Isn't that the 'no talking about sex when'--oooooh." Finally noticing the extra person in the room, she shrugged. "Whoops. Sorry, Sora."

"S'okay," the boy muttered, burying his bright red face in his hands. "I, um, just can't believe you have a rule about... me."

"Actually, we've got plenty of rules about everyone." Demyx's fingers danced over the strings of the guitar in his lap, making tiny adjustments to the tuning. "Like, er, the one not allowing Axel any more jello." He paused, cocking his head to the side. "Actually? Most of the rules have to do with things Axel can't do anymore."

"Jello? What's wrong with--"

Larxene shook her head. "You don't want to know. Trust me." Tossing the towel back into the bathroom, she sprawled on the edge of the armchair Sora was sitting on. "So, what's up, cutie? You looking for your evil twin?"

Sora fought off her attempts at a noogie with little success. "Jeez, what're you trying to do? Make my hair look even weirder?" he laughed, ducking. "But, um, no. About the Roxas thing. I'm just sorta here to visit."

"...proving your utter lack of sanity," Marluxia's expression was inscrutable behind the magazine's cover. 'The Top 20 Fertilizers,' the cover proudly proclaimed.

"Sanity? Where? Let's kill it," a voice suggested on the other side of the door. It swung open with more force than strictly necessary, probably due to Axel's preferred method of using his feet to kick it rather than just turning the doorknob. He entered with a yawn, running a hand through hair more unruly than usual.

An uncertain smile crossed Sora's face--he was never quite sure how to act around his brother's... whatever Axel was. "Hi. We were, uh, just talking about you. Something about jello?"

That was apparently the wrong thing to say. Demyx began to look panicked again, and Larxene had that glint in her eyes she only got when she was about to watch something that was probably going to be painful for the participants. Axel's face lit up. "Sora!" he crooned, swooping down on the chair. Standing behind it, he leaned forward, draping his arms around Sora's shoulders. "Haven't seen you in a while, kiddo. What's up? You wanna hear the jello story? It's pretty funny, actually--"

"I dunno, things that are funny to you can be sort of--gah! Hands!" Sora yelped, jumping out of the chair with an accusing glare.

Axel's innocent expression might have worked better if his hands hadn't been sliding down the front of Sora's t-shirt in full view of the other occupants of the room. "Yes, Sora," he drawled, "I have hands. Got it memorized?"

Of course, Roxas would chose that moment to enter.