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Escape Artists [Kingdom Hearts, Demyx/Axel, R]
Title: Escape Artists
Author/Artist: syvia
Rating: R
Warnings: Frottage, adult language
Word Count: 2578
Summary: On a world similar to the Olympus Coliseum, Demyx contributes more to a mission than he should have.
Prompt: - Kingdom Hearts II, Demyx/Axel: bondage, chains - "Try burning your way out of this one."
Authors Notes: As always, I love my betas~ *hugs crimsoncookie and osmandias* Hope you enjoy and review! :D
One figure sitting on the cliff- dressed as a Grecian soldier like any other on the beach- turned to the other.
Dressed like them, but not like them for a number of reasons. The soldiers on the beach were crawling from the sea in the aftermath of an unusually violent series of waves. Some were dying of exposure to the elements, or Poseidon's curse, to which they attributed the turbulent sea. Boats were shattered- capsized- broken into bits by waves that buffeted, pounded the sides and inevitably smashed the crafts between. Dead bodies washed up on shore with the living.
The day was incongruously sunny and pleasant for such horror.
The figure on the cliff turned his head and the tail of hair that fell beneath the edge of his helmet to bunch against his shoulder was not an expected shade of yellow or brown, but bright red.
He looked at his companion for a moment.
"Well damn."
The other laughed, kicked his sandaled feet in the air.
"Not a big deal, really."
"You just toppled the whole fucking army. Now they're easy pickings-"
They were indeed, and Heartless swarmed over the dead and dying- ripping hearts left and right, adding to the ranks of a different army.
Axel reached up, pulled off his helmet and scratched his bright head. "I'd call this one your win."
Demyx followed suit, still kicking his feet, frowning at the beach.
"You still did more, yanno."
Axel scoffed. "I didn't do anything. Didn't need to. Watch the Superior bump you up to harder missions after this."
Demyx frowned a little more.
Axel stood up and tossed the helmet over the cliff. "Let's get going."
"No-" Demyx said suddenly, "let's stick around for a little while." He grinned up at Axel. "Let's do something."
Axel stopped, turned and caught the look, smirked in turn. "Something like what?" he drawled.
Demyx kept smiling, got to his feet. "I found a neat little place while I was scouting- not too far from here."
The mission had been to dispatch the Greeks and ensure Troy would be untouched. Something about a Darkness festering and growing in the heart of a woman within the city. One of the Elders was supposed to be there right now, studying the shift of her heart as she remained under the enchantment which had turned her from the arms of her husband to that of the young Trojan prince.
It was apparently fascinating. Zexion anticipated the shift to accelerate once Helen found out her husband had been killed (and if it did not he would help it along). Eventually a few Heartless could creep into Troy and things were expected to progress quickly from there.
"Yeah, sure," Axel shrugged. "Probably won't get a chance later." Time spent with Demyx and his music and his (fake) enthusiasm was more diverting than their Elders and the echo of Nothing which pervaded the World that Never Was.
He followed the Nocturne along the cliff, down over a rough staircase that might have been carved or an accident of rockslides. As they went, they abandoned their spears (their shields had been discarded long before the army came dead-on-arrival to the beach), their arm guards, and their shin guards. The armor looked good, sure, but the day was hot and the armor slick with gathered sweat.
Demyx led Axel to a curl of stone that thrust into the water like a land-formed hook. It occurred to Axel that a jetty would be some place Demyx found 'neat'. His skin crawled at the proximity of the ocean. Water was fine in theory- it was fine in a bathtub. It was not fine when it surrounded him on all sides. It was not fine because his power could be neutralized by repeated soaking.
Demyx bounced out across the stones, heedless of the spray. Axel assumed his destination was the end, where the rocks formed a slightly wider platform- something you could stand on without worrying that a strong wave would knock you off. He glanced back, grinning, and realized Axel wasn't behind him.
"C'mon!" he shouted. "It's out here!"
Yeah, of course it was, but the rocks were slick, wet with spray and getting wetter every time the tide came in. Pass. Axel prodded the Darkness, teased it open and walked- stepping out again just ahead of Demyx. He had to push to emerge- as if the portal didn't want to open for him. Weird.
"Cheater," Demyx said, and shoved him up against one of the rocks. The Nocturne attacked his mouth, nipping, flicking his tongue against Axel's lips.
Axel grabbed the straps of Demyx' breastplate. Similar to the usual, black and form-fitting but the texture was different, the drape of the armor around their legs wrong, shorter. Bare skin and short hair brushed Axel's legs, leather slapped against leather as Demyx put his knee among the armor's fringe and the tunic Axel wore beneath that.
"This isn't," Axel muttered when they pulled back to breathe, "really my kind of place." He grunted as Demyx sucked his lower lip, bit down. "If you wanted to have a little fun," he said, "the beds back home are more comfortable."
"I like the ambiance," Demyx purred, kissed him again and started to rock up against Axel's body. Demyx stroked his arm, raising it and leaning his weight on Axel's chest. Axel ignored the moist, salt-saturated air in favor of the heat of the stone and Demyx' body pressing at him, his wrist brushing smooth rock, then sun-warmed metal, he blinked up at the brass shackle as Demyx locked it-
"Hey..." he glanced at the Nocturne, "I didn't know you were kinky like this-"
"You don't sound upset."
"Yeah, I'll give you three guesses why."
Demyx smiled and took his other wrist. Axel thought about resisting. Demyx' hips rolled against him, his cock twitched against Demyx' leg and he couldn't be bothered. The manacle clicked shut.
"I really didn't do that much during this mission, yanno," he murmured, slipping his hands between tongues of leather, stroking Axel's hips.
"Fuck," he breathed, at the sensation, at the turn of subject, "we're still talking about that?"
"Oh I just," Demyx shrugged, captured his mouth briefly and rocked their hips, their erections, and all the damn leather that sometimes helped to stimulate, and sometimes got in the way, together, "wanted to make sure we were on the same page about it."
"What page did you want?" and now he was seeing a downside to the manacles, kinky though they were, because he wanted to grab Demyx by the hips and make him go faster, move things along.
"Whatever page says you did all the work and I wasn't much use," Demyx breathed, nipping Axel's chin.
"Love that one-track mind, IX. What's with the bondage rock?" The chains rattled as he shook out his wrists, reached forward, and only managed to brush Demyx' hair. Not much reach on the things. Demyx continued rocking, moving at an easier pace as he fumbled with the claps of Axel's armor. They both wanted the damn skirt gone, and Axel waited.
Demyx jerked his head at the ocean, "Over there is where the gods of this world keep one of their sea monsters," he said, deepening his voice, like it was listening and he didn't want to draw attention, "A huge squid they call the kraken."
Could Demyx take any longer to get rid of that armor? Axel was tempted to burn it off- remembered Demyx could be just as put-off by fire as he was by water and it might be counter-productive.
"They give sacrifices to this thing?" he rocked to meet Demyx' hips and the friction was good, damn good. "Left side, damnit, at the back-"
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Demyx teased. "Occasionally- when the gods get pissed enough. They release the kraken and then someone has to feed it a virgin."
"That's a reason for having sex if I ever heard one."
Demyx laughed, and Axel smirked, swallowed the sound and the moans that followed. Leather fell to damp rock and their combined efforts kicked it out of the way. Finally.
"So you think it's out today?"
Demyx tilted his head, tugging at his own armor even as he kept up the stimulation, kept them both interested. "I'm not sure. Depends."
"On what?" Axel drawled. He leaned forward, and Demyx leaned back. Their lower bodies still pressed together, but Demyx smirked, face just out of reach.
"What are you planning to tell Xemnas about our mission?" There was something hard in the Nocturne's face, something almost... cruel.
"Why," he drawled, smiling, narrowing his eyes just a little, "don't you explain this obsession you've got with looking incompetent?" He had been paying attention, but he hadn't realized how hard-up Demyx was on the point.
"Oh, I don't know," Demyx said airily, "the scars on Number II's face, that explosion during the last mission and the two-foot plank it shot through Saïx’ stomach. That big-ass Heartless I had to protect Vexen from while he got a sample of- wait for it- potting soil in Wonderland. I figure," he said, rubbing his palm over the bulge in Axel's tunic, "the easier my missions are- the more likely I'll still be alive to collect my heart."
Axel smirked a little wider, curled his hands over the manacle chains. In the space of a heartbeat (that he didn't have) he pulled himself up and wrapped his legs around Demyx' waist, jerking back, reeling the Nocturne in and grabbing the sides of his head. Demyx' hands came up- one on Axel's back, the other braced against the rock. Axel noted he was still hard- didn't seem as important right now.
"Give you a free ride while I do real work?" he hissed, smirking, always smirking.
"Not a free ride," Demyx protested, although he didn't look a bit alarmed, "just, specific kinds of work."
"Bullshit, Number IX."
Demyx pouted, and Axel heard the rush of water just before it crashed over them. Crashed over the rock, over his head, all around and between them and he felt it carry Demyx out of his grip, pounding against his head, pushing his body against the stone. He couldn't breathe- his wrists hurt. Something twisted in his chest like the memory of panic-
Then it stopped.
He coughed, grimaced at the sting of salt in his eyes. The bit of leather he'd used to tie back his hair was gone. It hung all around his shoulders, heavy, dripping down his forehead. Axel bent his head, flipped it hard to the side and swore as he only got tendrils of hair into his eyes. He muttered a curse, shook his head a little and looked up. Any lingering expression was gone. Demyx sat on a rock not five feet away, also soaked, his face pleasant.
"What do you say now?"
"You're gonna die screaming," Axel informed him.
"Not today!" Demyx twirled a finger in the air. "You can try burning your way out of this one-" he stopped talking, as Axel did just that, hands and forearms engulfed in flames that climbed the manacles. Demyx shrugged, waited, nibbled a hangnail.
All he needed was to get the metal hot enough to bend and let his wrist slip out. It would hurt like hell- molten metal did- but he would survive it and heal up. He stoked the flames higher, hotter, until it almost hurt- pushing his power this far- until it almost felt like he would catch as well-
and he stopped. Axel slumped against the rock, wrists dangling from manacles that weren't any warmer now than they had been when Demyx put him in them. He panted, tilted his head back and let it stay there.
"Not that it'll work," Demyx continued. "See, it's just that the gods really really wanted to sacrifice this one girl to it- and she had some powerful friends- they beefed up defenses and now the chains can't be broken by magic or strength. You gotta unlock them."
Axel wasn't sure if bondage was more or less fun when you couldn't get out of the restraints. He somehow doubted he'd be experimenting with it in the near future. But then, he hadn't exhausted all his options here. He touched the Darkness around the chain mounts, pulled it. If he could open a portal there, they'd release them from the stone. Or, he could just open a portal in the rock, fall in, and snap the chains when he closed the door.
He would have... Axel muttered a curse. He'd found the reason for his slight portal malfunction earlier.
"They really wanted that girl to get eaten, Axel," metal rang in Demyx' hands as IX played with a brass ring and the single key dangling from it.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"She did," Demyx nodded. "Too bad, too. Her boyfriend searched all over for that key," it dangled precariously from his fingers, twisting from one to the other as Axel sometimes did the cross guards of his weapons. He could call one and try knocking the key out of Demyx' hand. He could send a Dusk to snatch it or call one of the Elders.
Demyx could kill him and tell the Elders whatever he wanted. He just might. Axel would have done it for less.
He might in the future.
"Come on, Axel," Demyx whined. "You'll get the credit! Just say I wasn't much help with the combat stuff-"
"Fine."
Demyx stopped, looked at him, trying to gage the truth of Axel's agreement. "Yeah?"
He shrugged a little with his hands. "Fine. You're right- it'll get me more brownie points and it's not like I can care what you do on missions I'm not working."
"That's right!" Demyx nodded.
"I really kicked ass on that mission," Axel said.
Demyx raised his eyebrows and leaned forward, the very picture of interest. "You did?"
"Yeah. Set fires on each of the boats so the army would panic- jump ship and almost drown trying to get to shore again."
"Really?" Demyx asked, eyes wide. "What happened then?"
"I called a few Heartless to eat their full. That took care of it."
"Wow! You didn't need my help at all," Demyx pouted. "Let's get back to the castle and tell the Superior all about it." He, hopped down and approached, unlocked one manacle, looped the key around Axel's fingers and stepped away. He didn't seem to trust Axel's capitulation. Now why on earth could that be? Axel watched Demyx as he unlocked the other cuff, stepped away from the rock and called up a portal.
"You were so damn useless," and there was an edge to Axel's voice, "that I don't see why you're in the Organization at all."
Demyx raised his eyebrows. "Well I wouldn't go that far." He choked- grunted at the sudden pressure on his neck. Axel's fingers were thin and hard, and he knew just where to put them.
"Try that again," Axel said mildly, tightening his grip, "and you won't be." Then he was gone- through the portal, safe from the ocean and what Demyx could do with it.
He was going to have to watch his back, Demyx mused, rubbing his throat. But- better one Nobody who understood what he could do, than eight. He tried to remember what it was to be smug.
"It is my win."
Author/Artist: syvia
Rating: R
Warnings: Frottage, adult language
Word Count: 2578
Summary: On a world similar to the Olympus Coliseum, Demyx contributes more to a mission than he should have.
Prompt: - Kingdom Hearts II, Demyx/Axel: bondage, chains - "Try burning your way out of this one."
Authors Notes: As always, I love my betas~ *hugs crimsoncookie and osmandias* Hope you enjoy and review! :D
One figure sitting on the cliff- dressed as a Grecian soldier like any other on the beach- turned to the other.
Dressed like them, but not like them for a number of reasons. The soldiers on the beach were crawling from the sea in the aftermath of an unusually violent series of waves. Some were dying of exposure to the elements, or Poseidon's curse, to which they attributed the turbulent sea. Boats were shattered- capsized- broken into bits by waves that buffeted, pounded the sides and inevitably smashed the crafts between. Dead bodies washed up on shore with the living.
The day was incongruously sunny and pleasant for such horror.
The figure on the cliff turned his head and the tail of hair that fell beneath the edge of his helmet to bunch against his shoulder was not an expected shade of yellow or brown, but bright red.
He looked at his companion for a moment.
"Well damn."
The other laughed, kicked his sandaled feet in the air.
"Not a big deal, really."
"You just toppled the whole fucking army. Now they're easy pickings-"
They were indeed, and Heartless swarmed over the dead and dying- ripping hearts left and right, adding to the ranks of a different army.
Axel reached up, pulled off his helmet and scratched his bright head. "I'd call this one your win."
Demyx followed suit, still kicking his feet, frowning at the beach.
"You still did more, yanno."
Axel scoffed. "I didn't do anything. Didn't need to. Watch the Superior bump you up to harder missions after this."
Demyx frowned a little more.
Axel stood up and tossed the helmet over the cliff. "Let's get going."
"No-" Demyx said suddenly, "let's stick around for a little while." He grinned up at Axel. "Let's do something."
Axel stopped, turned and caught the look, smirked in turn. "Something like what?" he drawled.
Demyx kept smiling, got to his feet. "I found a neat little place while I was scouting- not too far from here."
The mission had been to dispatch the Greeks and ensure Troy would be untouched. Something about a Darkness festering and growing in the heart of a woman within the city. One of the Elders was supposed to be there right now, studying the shift of her heart as she remained under the enchantment which had turned her from the arms of her husband to that of the young Trojan prince.
It was apparently fascinating. Zexion anticipated the shift to accelerate once Helen found out her husband had been killed (and if it did not he would help it along). Eventually a few Heartless could creep into Troy and things were expected to progress quickly from there.
"Yeah, sure," Axel shrugged. "Probably won't get a chance later." Time spent with Demyx and his music and his (fake) enthusiasm was more diverting than their Elders and the echo of Nothing which pervaded the World that Never Was.
He followed the Nocturne along the cliff, down over a rough staircase that might have been carved or an accident of rockslides. As they went, they abandoned their spears (their shields had been discarded long before the army came dead-on-arrival to the beach), their arm guards, and their shin guards. The armor looked good, sure, but the day was hot and the armor slick with gathered sweat.
Demyx led Axel to a curl of stone that thrust into the water like a land-formed hook. It occurred to Axel that a jetty would be some place Demyx found 'neat'. His skin crawled at the proximity of the ocean. Water was fine in theory- it was fine in a bathtub. It was not fine when it surrounded him on all sides. It was not fine because his power could be neutralized by repeated soaking.
Demyx bounced out across the stones, heedless of the spray. Axel assumed his destination was the end, where the rocks formed a slightly wider platform- something you could stand on without worrying that a strong wave would knock you off. He glanced back, grinning, and realized Axel wasn't behind him.
"C'mon!" he shouted. "It's out here!"
Yeah, of course it was, but the rocks were slick, wet with spray and getting wetter every time the tide came in. Pass. Axel prodded the Darkness, teased it open and walked- stepping out again just ahead of Demyx. He had to push to emerge- as if the portal didn't want to open for him. Weird.
"Cheater," Demyx said, and shoved him up against one of the rocks. The Nocturne attacked his mouth, nipping, flicking his tongue against Axel's lips.
Axel grabbed the straps of Demyx' breastplate. Similar to the usual, black and form-fitting but the texture was different, the drape of the armor around their legs wrong, shorter. Bare skin and short hair brushed Axel's legs, leather slapped against leather as Demyx put his knee among the armor's fringe and the tunic Axel wore beneath that.
"This isn't," Axel muttered when they pulled back to breathe, "really my kind of place." He grunted as Demyx sucked his lower lip, bit down. "If you wanted to have a little fun," he said, "the beds back home are more comfortable."
"I like the ambiance," Demyx purred, kissed him again and started to rock up against Axel's body. Demyx stroked his arm, raising it and leaning his weight on Axel's chest. Axel ignored the moist, salt-saturated air in favor of the heat of the stone and Demyx' body pressing at him, his wrist brushing smooth rock, then sun-warmed metal, he blinked up at the brass shackle as Demyx locked it-
"Hey..." he glanced at the Nocturne, "I didn't know you were kinky like this-"
"You don't sound upset."
"Yeah, I'll give you three guesses why."
Demyx smiled and took his other wrist. Axel thought about resisting. Demyx' hips rolled against him, his cock twitched against Demyx' leg and he couldn't be bothered. The manacle clicked shut.
"I really didn't do that much during this mission, yanno," he murmured, slipping his hands between tongues of leather, stroking Axel's hips.
"Fuck," he breathed, at the sensation, at the turn of subject, "we're still talking about that?"
"Oh I just," Demyx shrugged, captured his mouth briefly and rocked their hips, their erections, and all the damn leather that sometimes helped to stimulate, and sometimes got in the way, together, "wanted to make sure we were on the same page about it."
"What page did you want?" and now he was seeing a downside to the manacles, kinky though they were, because he wanted to grab Demyx by the hips and make him go faster, move things along.
"Whatever page says you did all the work and I wasn't much use," Demyx breathed, nipping Axel's chin.
"Love that one-track mind, IX. What's with the bondage rock?" The chains rattled as he shook out his wrists, reached forward, and only managed to brush Demyx' hair. Not much reach on the things. Demyx continued rocking, moving at an easier pace as he fumbled with the claps of Axel's armor. They both wanted the damn skirt gone, and Axel waited.
Demyx jerked his head at the ocean, "Over there is where the gods of this world keep one of their sea monsters," he said, deepening his voice, like it was listening and he didn't want to draw attention, "A huge squid they call the kraken."
Could Demyx take any longer to get rid of that armor? Axel was tempted to burn it off- remembered Demyx could be just as put-off by fire as he was by water and it might be counter-productive.
"They give sacrifices to this thing?" he rocked to meet Demyx' hips and the friction was good, damn good. "Left side, damnit, at the back-"
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Demyx teased. "Occasionally- when the gods get pissed enough. They release the kraken and then someone has to feed it a virgin."
"That's a reason for having sex if I ever heard one."
Demyx laughed, and Axel smirked, swallowed the sound and the moans that followed. Leather fell to damp rock and their combined efforts kicked it out of the way. Finally.
"So you think it's out today?"
Demyx tilted his head, tugging at his own armor even as he kept up the stimulation, kept them both interested. "I'm not sure. Depends."
"On what?" Axel drawled. He leaned forward, and Demyx leaned back. Their lower bodies still pressed together, but Demyx smirked, face just out of reach.
"What are you planning to tell Xemnas about our mission?" There was something hard in the Nocturne's face, something almost... cruel.
"Why," he drawled, smiling, narrowing his eyes just a little, "don't you explain this obsession you've got with looking incompetent?" He had been paying attention, but he hadn't realized how hard-up Demyx was on the point.
"Oh, I don't know," Demyx said airily, "the scars on Number II's face, that explosion during the last mission and the two-foot plank it shot through Saïx’ stomach. That big-ass Heartless I had to protect Vexen from while he got a sample of- wait for it- potting soil in Wonderland. I figure," he said, rubbing his palm over the bulge in Axel's tunic, "the easier my missions are- the more likely I'll still be alive to collect my heart."
Axel smirked a little wider, curled his hands over the manacle chains. In the space of a heartbeat (that he didn't have) he pulled himself up and wrapped his legs around Demyx' waist, jerking back, reeling the Nocturne in and grabbing the sides of his head. Demyx' hands came up- one on Axel's back, the other braced against the rock. Axel noted he was still hard- didn't seem as important right now.
"Give you a free ride while I do real work?" he hissed, smirking, always smirking.
"Not a free ride," Demyx protested, although he didn't look a bit alarmed, "just, specific kinds of work."
"Bullshit, Number IX."
Demyx pouted, and Axel heard the rush of water just before it crashed over them. Crashed over the rock, over his head, all around and between them and he felt it carry Demyx out of his grip, pounding against his head, pushing his body against the stone. He couldn't breathe- his wrists hurt. Something twisted in his chest like the memory of panic-
Then it stopped.
He coughed, grimaced at the sting of salt in his eyes. The bit of leather he'd used to tie back his hair was gone. It hung all around his shoulders, heavy, dripping down his forehead. Axel bent his head, flipped it hard to the side and swore as he only got tendrils of hair into his eyes. He muttered a curse, shook his head a little and looked up. Any lingering expression was gone. Demyx sat on a rock not five feet away, also soaked, his face pleasant.
"What do you say now?"
"You're gonna die screaming," Axel informed him.
"Not today!" Demyx twirled a finger in the air. "You can try burning your way out of this one-" he stopped talking, as Axel did just that, hands and forearms engulfed in flames that climbed the manacles. Demyx shrugged, waited, nibbled a hangnail.
All he needed was to get the metal hot enough to bend and let his wrist slip out. It would hurt like hell- molten metal did- but he would survive it and heal up. He stoked the flames higher, hotter, until it almost hurt- pushing his power this far- until it almost felt like he would catch as well-
and he stopped. Axel slumped against the rock, wrists dangling from manacles that weren't any warmer now than they had been when Demyx put him in them. He panted, tilted his head back and let it stay there.
"Not that it'll work," Demyx continued. "See, it's just that the gods really really wanted to sacrifice this one girl to it- and she had some powerful friends- they beefed up defenses and now the chains can't be broken by magic or strength. You gotta unlock them."
Axel wasn't sure if bondage was more or less fun when you couldn't get out of the restraints. He somehow doubted he'd be experimenting with it in the near future. But then, he hadn't exhausted all his options here. He touched the Darkness around the chain mounts, pulled it. If he could open a portal there, they'd release them from the stone. Or, he could just open a portal in the rock, fall in, and snap the chains when he closed the door.
He would have... Axel muttered a curse. He'd found the reason for his slight portal malfunction earlier.
"They really wanted that girl to get eaten, Axel," metal rang in Demyx' hands as IX played with a brass ring and the single key dangling from it.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"She did," Demyx nodded. "Too bad, too. Her boyfriend searched all over for that key," it dangled precariously from his fingers, twisting from one to the other as Axel sometimes did the cross guards of his weapons. He could call one and try knocking the key out of Demyx' hand. He could send a Dusk to snatch it or call one of the Elders.
Demyx could kill him and tell the Elders whatever he wanted. He just might. Axel would have done it for less.
He might in the future.
"Come on, Axel," Demyx whined. "You'll get the credit! Just say I wasn't much help with the combat stuff-"
"Fine."
Demyx stopped, looked at him, trying to gage the truth of Axel's agreement. "Yeah?"
He shrugged a little with his hands. "Fine. You're right- it'll get me more brownie points and it's not like I can care what you do on missions I'm not working."
"That's right!" Demyx nodded.
"I really kicked ass on that mission," Axel said.
Demyx raised his eyebrows and leaned forward, the very picture of interest. "You did?"
"Yeah. Set fires on each of the boats so the army would panic- jump ship and almost drown trying to get to shore again."
"Really?" Demyx asked, eyes wide. "What happened then?"
"I called a few Heartless to eat their full. That took care of it."
"Wow! You didn't need my help at all," Demyx pouted. "Let's get back to the castle and tell the Superior all about it." He, hopped down and approached, unlocked one manacle, looped the key around Axel's fingers and stepped away. He didn't seem to trust Axel's capitulation. Now why on earth could that be? Axel watched Demyx as he unlocked the other cuff, stepped away from the rock and called up a portal.
"You were so damn useless," and there was an edge to Axel's voice, "that I don't see why you're in the Organization at all."
Demyx raised his eyebrows. "Well I wouldn't go that far." He choked- grunted at the sudden pressure on his neck. Axel's fingers were thin and hard, and he knew just where to put them.
"Try that again," Axel said mildly, tightening his grip, "and you won't be." Then he was gone- through the portal, safe from the ocean and what Demyx could do with it.
He was going to have to watch his back, Demyx mused, rubbing his throat. But- better one Nobody who understood what he could do, than eight. He tried to remember what it was to be smug.
"It is my win."