∞ that signature thing is only growing harrowing

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[spins a pair of chakrams easily as he walks, black gloves reflecting the light as his hands shift up and down, fingers twining through the bars of the weapons.]

These things are fucking useless.

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[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[shrugs lazily]

Very well. Good luck with that one.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Speaking of luck, you were quite the lucky boy, weren't you? You got to sink your teeth into that cute little brunette of yours and he didn't even raise a fuss~

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[st-stops in his tracks]

How do you know about that?

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

His smell is all over you. What'd you do, fuck him on the kitchen stove?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head quickly]

I didn't do anything.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[drifting closer.]

Sounds sus~pis~cious, Roxie~

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[not a big fan of that drifting thing, he backs up a little]

Nothing happened at all.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Defensive today, aren't we. Better be careful, or I might start thinking that you're still mad at me for biting him.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

That does still piss me off if you must know.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Aw, Rox~as, why won't you share your toys like a good boy?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Because I won't let anyone touch him. Ever.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Not even for a threesome? C'mon, Rox, it'll be just like the old times. You, me, some adorable brat bleeding to death at our feet...

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Not Sora. Not ever Sora.

[lets out a growl, moving towards the other angrily]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[looks bored, just swinging the chakram in small circles.]

You'll get over him in a decade or two.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

But until then, I won't let anyone harm him.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

No, I meant that you'll get over his death in a decade or two.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Don't you dare touch him, Axel!

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[sticks his tongue out like a two-year-old.]

Whatcha gonna do, Roxas? Kill your best friend to save some kid you hardly even know?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Like I could kill you.

Please don't touch him. I'm tired of continuously asking this of you.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

So demanding. Fine, I won't touch your little fucktoy, but only if you promise to get rid of him the moment you're finished with him.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

All right. Fine.

[grits his teeth, a slight growl coming out]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[and he's suddenly all smiles again, patting Roxas's head and acting as if nothing is wrong.]

You're cute when you're pissed off.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[swats the hand away and glares up at him]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[frowns.]

How can we have make-up sex if you won’t make-up, Roxas?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Guess you'll have to figure that one out, won't you?