[Incomplete] Axel and Zexion

[getyourzexy_on]

Who: VI and VIII
When: After all the morning drama
Where: Zexion's office, Shu-Ra
Rating: TBA
Warnings: Both of them come with their own warning labels
Summary: Zexion tries to put a collar on Axel's seething rage before it burns down Purgatorium.

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[of_flames]

Axel looked as angry as he felt. The Flurry's lips were tightly pressed, whitened now as he wove his way through Shu-Ra's halls towards Zexion's office. Nothing had been wrong with the cells, of course, especially since they had no prisoners at present. Most people were smart enough to draw away from him as he walked. Heat surrounded him, coming off his body in waves. It felt like the air was about to catch fire.

He's in love with a human woman. He barely knows her, and he's threatened to kill me for her.

Leather encased hands clenched and relaxed as he stalked up the stairs. His boots thudded with each step.

Me. I've been with him since he was born, and he chose her. He was going to kill me for her.And part of him wished Roxas had because that might halt whatever madness it was that had taken his partner. Reaching Zexion's door, he pushed it open, a few small heat blisters marring the wood. Shutting it behind him, he stalked into the room

[getyourzexy_on]

"I did," Zexion replied coolly, taking in Axel's state to the minute detail from beneath half-lidded eyes. At the redhead's demand, he leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. It was likely all of the paper in his office would go, but it was an acceptable loss.

"Do you truly wish to exorcise your temper on me, or are you just lashing out at the first thing you see?" His voice held the same hypnotic tones he used for counseling sessions.

[of_flames]

Axel's hand ceased their restless movement as he pressed them on the top of Zexion's desk. The paper nearest them began to curl at the edges, yellowing from the heat but not catching fire for the time being. He had enough control not to turn this place into an inferno. It was either because he didn't want to set the building on fire or for his own preservation. Chances were that Zexion would be exactly forgiving if he set his office ablaze

[getyourzexy_on]

Zexion watched Axel calmly as the Flurry threatened to burn his whole desk, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the other Nobody's dramatics.

"You know he does not interest me," Zexion replied, almost soothingly. "He merely sets himself up as too easy of a target." Zexion leaned back further, placing his boot-heels on the edge of his desk. "But perhaps...if I was offered a different outlet..." He let the sentence hang as Axel worked to control the heat surrounding him.

"You of all people should know he tends to speak before he thinks. I would seriously doubt if he honestly meant 40% of what he said this morning." Zexion released a sigh of boredom. "But I did not ask you here to speak about him. XIII will return when I wish him to, or he calms down enough to realise how foolish he's been."

Moving his chair to the edge of the desk, Zexion swept a gloved hand across the area he'd cleared earlier. "Come. It irritates me when you pace like that."