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i dreamed i was dying as i so often do

[Axel's still in his room, on his bed. His coat and shirt were on the floor, the room was starting to feel stuffy and uncomfortable. He'd been up a few times, obvious enough by the cans of soda on the bedside table next to him that hadn't been there when Roxas had dragged him back here, half-awake and half-alive. The 'power outage' had thrown him a little, he'd felt a little vulnerable, but he knew right away when it was back. That familiar warmth was at his fingertips, he could light a flame in his hand at will again. He had the energy to do it, too, now that he'd gotten some rest.

He was sitting up, the scars on his arms and chest earlier had nearly disappeared now with his second or third X-Potion, but it wasn't really all that easy to tell. His knees were drawn up close to his chest and an arm wrapped around them. The other was resting across his knees, and he was snapping his fingers.

snap. A small flame flickered to life at his fingertips, burned the miniscule amount of energy he was willing to put towards it, and died out within a few seconds. snap. The same thing happened again.

He watched it with grim fascination each time.]

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(ooc: bleh, let me know if this is going too far, then~)

Yeah... You must hate him a lot. [obvious statement is obvious. Axel's too busy sitting upright and being distracted. He didn't really plan this move, it was more of an impulse thing. Axel leaned over towards Saix, scooting what little he needed to to be able to reach the Diviner's face, his hand lifting to cup his cheek and turn his head enough so their lips would meet. He had the distant suspicion he was going to get maimed in a moment.]

[Saïx is well used to an Axel being spontaneous -- it's the norm for him.

However...this...was...n-not...shitshitshitshitshit! Without a heart there is still the bodily reaction at the kiss. That is, the blushing, the tensing, the startled noise, the "ohmygod" look to his eyes; In general, the afhsdjkahfkajshfasjkhing accompanied by a brain shutdown. Axel's previous description really did hit home: he acts like a shy, scared, hormonal teenager.

K-Kind of making hesitant grabby hands near Axel's face, unsure of what to do.]

[Saix's reaction isn't really what he'd expected, but then again, he wasn't entirely sure, other than pain, what he'd expected. Or why he'd done it. But it was too late, now. He had...

Shit. What was he thinking?

Axel maintained the kiss long enough to work out an escape route, but his brain couldn't come up with one, it was a little preoccupied.]

[Stand by: restarting...

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...
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Someone is gripping Axel's shoulders tightly, in warning, and forcing himself to stop kissing back.]

[The warning is not lost on him, and he very quickly pulls away, turning his back to Saix.]

You c-ca-can... Leave now.

[Biting his own lip painfully when Axel pulls away, and shuddering (but why?). A glare is fiercely burned into the other's back.

He's not moving just yet.]

Yeah, yeah, [sigh] I know. I get it.

[Saïx can't control himself. He whacks Axel upside the head, thankfully remembering to hold back unlike what he did to the last Axel that pulled this stunt.]

You're an idiot!

[Axel flinches, ducking his head.] Ow! I know! Thank you! Say it one more time for kicks! [turns around to face Saix, his expression carefully blank] That was really stupid.

You can leave now.

(ooc: gtg for a bit, be back laterish?)

[Leans in closer.]

You're. An. Idiot.

[Effectively afterwards Saïx manages two things: The first being to wrap his arms around Axel's neck and lock their lips together again. Passionately. The second being to push Axel back against the bed, pinning him.

He can't control himself. Clearly.]

[As Saix leans in closer, Axel is sure this is the part where he's about to get attacked. Get his arm ripped off or something. So sure that he shrinks away from Saix a little, though there isn't much time to move away.

That is precisely the opposite of what he'd been expecting. Axel's hesitant to return the kiss, trying to figure out for a moment what the Hell is going on as he finds himself pinned against the bed.

He pulls away from the kiss, holding his injured arm close to his bare chest as his other is used to try to push Saix away, though he's not really in the best place to be attempting that.]

S-s-sa... Saix! What are you doing?!

[Allows himself be pushed back only so much. His voice is low.]

It's simple. You steal a kiss from me, I steal one from you.

[Looking at Axel oddly; A hint of a smirk. Saïx might not completely be himself at the moment. Wonder what's happening to his mind...]

But you can't just--... [he cut himself off. Yes, Saix can. Axel did, after all. And... did he really mind? No. Not really. He drops his hand from Saix's chest, looking up at him, still worried. Something had changed in the other...]

Th-there. You stole your kiss. Time to go?

[Tilts his head.]

Do you really want me to leave~?

...

[looks off to the side, frowning]

If Roxas comes back and sees us...

He'll see you cheating?

[There's a hand interested in that injured wrist, taking hold of it gently and bringing it up to Saïx's lips. He pushes just a tad bit of healing energy into Axel, while slitted eyes watch him calmly.]

[Axel nodded, now watching his hand and Saix's lips with unchecked fascination. That felt a lot better... No. He closed his eyes, turning his head away again before opening them.]

I can't put him through that.

I see.

[Saïx sits up fully, yet hardly removes himself from on top of Axel. Instead, he keeps that arm close and in his grasp-itwouldsnapoffsonicely-now with both hands...watching...watching...]

And what makes you think he would see us actually doing anything?

[He manipulates the arm so Axel's hand is caressing his own face; he keeps it there, leaning in to the touch. Calmly watching...th-those slitted eyes...]

The... The situation we're in is kinda... I mean, even if n-nothing happened it looks like something did and...

[He must be in danger now. Those eyes spell trouble for him. Axel is pinned and held, though, and Saix might attack if he tries to escape. Though there seems to be some chance to talk him out of it...]

Saix, please... Just go.

[Sliiiides a hand down that arm.]

Do you want something to happen, I can't help but wonder?

... I...

N-no! No! I don't!

[There's a familiar-sounding chuckle. Oh dear.]

I think someone's ly~ing.

Get. Out. Now!

[He tugs his arm to try and free it from Saix's grasp and tries to sit up so he can push Saix off of him.]

[Saïx -notreallyhim- forces Axel back onto the bed with all his body, abandoning his grasp on the arm in favor of shoving Axel's shoulders down. Such a savage look and he's so close...

Saïx laughs at him.]

Maybe if you beg~

[Purrs it; Oh, someone this skinny would snap easily, wouldn't they? But...]

[Shit shit shit shit shit he is in trouble. Axel still pushes against Saix, even with the other's hands pinning his shoulders, but he's beginning to realize it's pointless.]

What is wrong with you?! It's me! It's Axel! You... You wouldn't hurt Axel, would you?

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