Prompt #11: Couch
Hee, first fic post in this very small community... maybe I shall attempt to pimp it out somewhere or something
Title: Black Leather
Author: Chrissy (iwantasoda)
Pairing: AkuDemy
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of buttseks
Prompt: 11: Couch
Word Count: 300
Summary: The musings of an inanimate object.
One would think that it would be boring being a couch, and for most that would be true. Unfortunately for the black leather couch belonging to Organization XIII’s Number Eight, Axel, boring was far from reality. Things weren’t so bad at first, just the usual jumping and lounging around that came from being a couch. Before Number Nine came along, the worst thing that had happened to the couch was being set on fire back when Number Eight was learning to control his powers.
Life in the stark whiteness of The Castle That Never Was pleased the slightly charred couch until he was brought to the castle. Number Nine, which the couch soon found out was named Demyx, was cute, almost childlike at first and it was nice to meet a new body. Then, Demyx and Axel discovered a liking for something the couch didn’t quite understand. For some unknown reason, they liked to strip themselves of their clothing, coat themselves with something slippery and the rest, the couch was really confused by. It didn’t see the appeal of Axel putting a rather interesting part of his anatomy into what seemed to be a rather small hole located in Demyx’s behind. It wasn’t the bouncing, the moaning, or the weight of the two men that bothered the couch. Those things it could live with. It was the mess the two made while they were having their fun that drove the couch completely insane. If the mess was cleaned up immediately, it wasn’t so bad, but when the white sticky stuff began to dry, it was just plain uncomfortable; it was like the two of them didn’t even care about the feelings of a couch. But on the bright side, at least it was a couch and not that poor bed.