Beginning
^^; My first post and I'm still a little iffy about posting on here. New sites are scary. >.< So I figured I'd post a little piece that I did a little bit ago. Of course it's also can be found on deviantart and FF.net. Now I love all pairings that can be associated with generally any fandom I'm a fan of, so I clearly don't get involved in pairings wars. Yaoi (shonenai) and Yuri (shoujoai) I write more often than straight stuff.
-Happy Birthday-
AkuZeku
Smiling to myself I gaze out over the beauty of the graveyard around me. Headstones litter the gray and brown ground; fitting colors for death. Water sprinkles down from the branches and onto my slate colored hair as I do. Brushing the locks that cover the right side of my face I watch as the rain pours down around me, the tree being my only shelter from nature as well as life. Hugging my denim clad knees to my chest I'm careful to not crush the small MP3 player in the pocket of my large ebony jacket. The music from the deep red headphones soothes me, even though I don't concentrate on the lyrics, much less what it is as long as it's music.
The long sleeves hang over my fingers as I grip onto the fabric of my navy pants. Even while the music blares into my ears I can hear the crunch of boots as they snap twigs and shattered the dry leaves that must have dodged the rain.
Bright crimson spikes peak into my view and I can't help but roll my eyes at the seductive gaze of his emerald orbs. The reverse violet teardrop under each eye stands out from the pale skin, yet it looks healthy unlike my own ashen complex. Droplets hang onto his eyelashes as they blink closed then open again. Pulling the black gloves off his hands he stuffs them into the pockets of his own matching jacket. Tight jeans cling to his legs as he bends down before me, reaching over to pull a headphone from my ear. Dangling the string on his finger, he smiles. “You're gonna catch a cold Zexy, got it memorized?”
“Leave me alone Axel.”
“But I came bearing gifts!” he exclaims in a slight whine. Unzipping his jacket to reveal an equally black shirt he pulls out a small purple box with a light blue bow on top. Handing it too me he grins, “Open it.”
Complying, I set it on my knees and pull the bow off. Lifting the lid I stare at the petite chocolate cupcake with mocha frosting, while topped with sprinkles the shade of a stormy sky, as well as my eyes. “Why did you do this?” I ask while lifting the treat and placing it to my lips, taking a small bite out of it. From his baggy jacket's inner pockets he pulls out two small fizzy drinks, pops the lid, and hands one to me. I set the box with the cupcake aside and lift it to my lips. “Your jacket is insane with how much it can fit.”
After downing the first one he hands me the second and bends down, taking a seat beside me as we share bites off the sweet treat. In between his turn to take a bite he smiles, “Because it's your birthday and I can finally be with you, duh. You're eighteen, now we don't have to listen to people bitch about us.”
With the dessert gone Axel leans closer and licks the remaining frosting off my lips, immediately sending a blush to my cheeks. Pushing my knees down, he sits on my lap, “Now, you're going to your party everyone has planned.” Smirking, he slips his hand into the remaining pocket of his jacket, pulling out a pair of lime green, fluffy handcuffs. The only thing that manages to break from my throat is a small squeak as he snaps one on my wrist, while the partner one dangles on his own skinny wrist. “You aren't going anywhere without me love,” he says with a wink.
“Then I guess we're staying here.”
Mouth slightly ajar he stares at me, half-knowing that I'd say something like that. Pressing me against the tree, lips ghost over my neck and along my jawbone. Biting down hard, I can tell he's drawn blood. “Dammit Axel! That hurt....”
“Good, I'm glad it did. Now get your angsty ass up or I'll bite you again.”
Pouting, I glare at him, “Fine...but it better just be friends.”
After we had walked all the way back to our apartment, I immediately realized that it was more than just friends. Far too many cars littered the parking lot in front of our complex. I realize it could have been for someone else as well...but knowing Axel...it's all for me. Climbing the steps hand-in-hand, mostly due to the handcuffs sliding along my wrist, we stand before the door to our room. Sighing heavily I shove it open to be welcomed by blaring lights and what sounds like a dozen or more voices yelling at me. Groaning, I'm yanked further into the glob of people where I'm thrust down onto the couch. Faces drift in and out of my line of vision, but I grin and bear it, at least realizing that all these people care enough to come.
Fluffed pink hair attracts my eyes, seeing that Marluxia is settling a chocolate cake with red sprinkles and candles on it, onto the glass table in front of me. The lighter begins moving around, setting fire to each of the wicks of the candles. An out of tune song picks up almost instantly. Yet, I can't help myself but smile at the fools around me. I wouldn't be caught dead doing what they are. Blowing out my candles I wish for the one thing I know I want tonight.
Presents of all shapes, sizes, colors, and textures slip by my hands as I tear them apart, neatly, or pull them out of bags. All sorts of things riddle them, but mostly books, no one brave enough to get me anything else. That is, except for Marluxia....with him and his gag gifts. Although I think he actually intends for me to wear that speedo...like that will ever happen.
In due time, they all begin to filter out as I give them their thanks and send them home with a slice of cake. They all leave knowing something that I don't. Defeated, I collapse into the couch, Axel smiling at me with one of his real smiles. “Tuckered out already?” Nodding my head slightly I struggle to hold back a yawn. Shrugging, he unlocks his handcuff, “That's too bad; looks like you'll miss your last present.” Cocking an eyebrow I observe his movements as he reaches down and picks me up in his arms. “Sure you're tired?” A kiss presses against my lips, sparking a fire in my belly.
Shaking my head ‘no’ I hide the intense heat on my face behind my veil of hair. His sure footsteps echo around us as they pound the wooden floor. Dropping me onto our shared bed he kicks the door shut and crawls onto the bed next to me. Taking away our jackets which we'd bought together, I see that cat like grin curve the corners of his lips. Before I can jump out of his clutches my hands are locked around the bars of the headboard. Trying to stay calm, especially since it's the closest we've come since we started dating, I bite my lip, “If my hands are locked what about my shirt?”
Reaching into the drawer beside the bed, he reveals something shining in the dim lighting. “I'll cut it off if I have to.” Fingers run through my hair, pushing it away from my face. “Happy 18th birthday Zexion, I love you.”
-Happy Birthday-
AkuZeku
Smiling to myself I gaze out over the beauty of the graveyard around me. Headstones litter the gray and brown ground; fitting colors for death. Water sprinkles down from the branches and onto my slate colored hair as I do. Brushing the locks that cover the right side of my face I watch as the rain pours down around me, the tree being my only shelter from nature as well as life. Hugging my denim clad knees to my chest I'm careful to not crush the small MP3 player in the pocket of my large ebony jacket. The music from the deep red headphones soothes me, even though I don't concentrate on the lyrics, much less what it is as long as it's music.
The long sleeves hang over my fingers as I grip onto the fabric of my navy pants. Even while the music blares into my ears I can hear the crunch of boots as they snap twigs and shattered the dry leaves that must have dodged the rain.
Bright crimson spikes peak into my view and I can't help but roll my eyes at the seductive gaze of his emerald orbs. The reverse violet teardrop under each eye stands out from the pale skin, yet it looks healthy unlike my own ashen complex. Droplets hang onto his eyelashes as they blink closed then open again. Pulling the black gloves off his hands he stuffs them into the pockets of his own matching jacket. Tight jeans cling to his legs as he bends down before me, reaching over to pull a headphone from my ear. Dangling the string on his finger, he smiles. “You're gonna catch a cold Zexy, got it memorized?”
“Leave me alone Axel.”
“But I came bearing gifts!” he exclaims in a slight whine. Unzipping his jacket to reveal an equally black shirt he pulls out a small purple box with a light blue bow on top. Handing it too me he grins, “Open it.”
Complying, I set it on my knees and pull the bow off. Lifting the lid I stare at the petite chocolate cupcake with mocha frosting, while topped with sprinkles the shade of a stormy sky, as well as my eyes. “Why did you do this?” I ask while lifting the treat and placing it to my lips, taking a small bite out of it. From his baggy jacket's inner pockets he pulls out two small fizzy drinks, pops the lid, and hands one to me. I set the box with the cupcake aside and lift it to my lips. “Your jacket is insane with how much it can fit.”
After downing the first one he hands me the second and bends down, taking a seat beside me as we share bites off the sweet treat. In between his turn to take a bite he smiles, “Because it's your birthday and I can finally be with you, duh. You're eighteen, now we don't have to listen to people bitch about us.”
With the dessert gone Axel leans closer and licks the remaining frosting off my lips, immediately sending a blush to my cheeks. Pushing my knees down, he sits on my lap, “Now, you're going to your party everyone has planned.” Smirking, he slips his hand into the remaining pocket of his jacket, pulling out a pair of lime green, fluffy handcuffs. The only thing that manages to break from my throat is a small squeak as he snaps one on my wrist, while the partner one dangles on his own skinny wrist. “You aren't going anywhere without me love,” he says with a wink.
“Then I guess we're staying here.”
Mouth slightly ajar he stares at me, half-knowing that I'd say something like that. Pressing me against the tree, lips ghost over my neck and along my jawbone. Biting down hard, I can tell he's drawn blood. “Dammit Axel! That hurt....”
“Good, I'm glad it did. Now get your angsty ass up or I'll bite you again.”
Pouting, I glare at him, “Fine...but it better just be friends.”
After we had walked all the way back to our apartment, I immediately realized that it was more than just friends. Far too many cars littered the parking lot in front of our complex. I realize it could have been for someone else as well...but knowing Axel...it's all for me. Climbing the steps hand-in-hand, mostly due to the handcuffs sliding along my wrist, we stand before the door to our room. Sighing heavily I shove it open to be welcomed by blaring lights and what sounds like a dozen or more voices yelling at me. Groaning, I'm yanked further into the glob of people where I'm thrust down onto the couch. Faces drift in and out of my line of vision, but I grin and bear it, at least realizing that all these people care enough to come.
Fluffed pink hair attracts my eyes, seeing that Marluxia is settling a chocolate cake with red sprinkles and candles on it, onto the glass table in front of me. The lighter begins moving around, setting fire to each of the wicks of the candles. An out of tune song picks up almost instantly. Yet, I can't help myself but smile at the fools around me. I wouldn't be caught dead doing what they are. Blowing out my candles I wish for the one thing I know I want tonight.
Presents of all shapes, sizes, colors, and textures slip by my hands as I tear them apart, neatly, or pull them out of bags. All sorts of things riddle them, but mostly books, no one brave enough to get me anything else. That is, except for Marluxia....with him and his gag gifts. Although I think he actually intends for me to wear that speedo...like that will ever happen.
In due time, they all begin to filter out as I give them their thanks and send them home with a slice of cake. They all leave knowing something that I don't. Defeated, I collapse into the couch, Axel smiling at me with one of his real smiles. “Tuckered out already?” Nodding my head slightly I struggle to hold back a yawn. Shrugging, he unlocks his handcuff, “That's too bad; looks like you'll miss your last present.” Cocking an eyebrow I observe his movements as he reaches down and picks me up in his arms. “Sure you're tired?” A kiss presses against my lips, sparking a fire in my belly.
Shaking my head ‘no’ I hide the intense heat on my face behind my veil of hair. His sure footsteps echo around us as they pound the wooden floor. Dropping me onto our shared bed he kicks the door shut and crawls onto the bed next to me. Taking away our jackets which we'd bought together, I see that cat like grin curve the corners of his lips. Before I can jump out of his clutches my hands are locked around the bars of the headboard. Trying to stay calm, especially since it's the closest we've come since we started dating, I bite my lip, “If my hands are locked what about my shirt?”
Reaching into the drawer beside the bed, he reveals something shining in the dim lighting. “I'll cut it off if I have to.” Fingers run through my hair, pushing it away from my face. “Happy 18th birthday Zexion, I love you.”