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Title: What Lies Beneath
Series: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Water/Demyx
The room was black and white. White on white on white that teetered off sharply into black shadows. There were no curves, simply planes. Sharp lines and pointed angles. It was not the abode of softness and was not old enough to show wear. No dust dwelled in brilliant white corners and no cobwebs from brilliant white ceilings. It was a place without depth and even less heart. It was heartless and nothing; nobody; home to one Nobody.
But the water was blue. A faded distilled blue that winked back his reflection as no more than a fading shadow of himself. In a mirror he was a sharply defined as the room. In the water, he was indistinct, look too much to the left or the right and he was gone. Emptier than empty, fragile enough to shatter at the merest touch, the smallest breath. Ripple the water and he would break apart and vanish.
A drop of water fell from the faucet and Demyx looked up before he could see himself vanish. Steam was rising from the water, making the room only slightly less distinct, blurring the black and white only a little as it clouded the air. It clung to the bared parts of his skin, beading imperceptibly, heavily, warm and damp and living.
It would be warm enough to soak in, but not hot enough to scald. He'd stared at it long enough to be sure of that. It was a matter of moments to strip off the black robe and kick the heavy boots away. There was nothing underneath. Thin limbs with unpadded muscle, pale skin with few scars, pale hair to shadow the hollows made by bone. Demyx was not the roadmap of knots and lines that Xigbar was and did not possess the lean and pointed grace of Axel. It did not concern him too deeply. He was a Nobody and emotions were fleeting fantasy, more emulation than reality.
The steam wrapped him in a heated cloak of warm dampness, beading wetness on his skin. Tiny runnels slid down, down, down as they collected and grew too heavy to cling to him. He thought for a moment that standing, sitting, lying, squirming in the steam would be enough. Fill the room with it until he could no longer see the walls and simply relish it.
Another time. The water was just right. It shouldn't be wasted.
Demyx slid into the water slowly, carefully, easing himself into the liquid as if afraid to disturb it, sinking gently into it's grip. He sighed in pleasure as it enveloped him, heavy and buoyant at once, wrapping around every limb as he sank up to his chin in it and tempted to sink further. Tiny currents drifted aimlessly within the water, rustling without sound. Slivers of pressure traveled across him, pressing into aching muscle, caressing the curve of bone, sliding flat over featureless skin. Demyx sighed again, tension easing and fading slowly away. Beautiful water, soothing water. He could get lost in it and never worry, if he could worry.
The water rippled and bubbled, friction warming it ever so slightly. Demyx let his head fall back against the edge of the tub, neck bared to nothing and nobody. He felt good now, suitably soothed of tension, relaxed and pleasantly undone. His posture shifted, letting his body float with the bubbles and his legs splay out to let his toes curl over the edge of the tub.
It sensed his mood and a head rose, indistinct at first as the water level dipped to let it form. It sharpened as much as water can ever sharpen and smiled at him with his own blurred face. Demyx let his eyelids droop as it slid closer and pressed it's nose wetly to his own before melding it's mouth to his.
There was nothing quite like kissing water. It was warm and wet and purposeful. Firm against his lips, but splashing against his cheeks, shivering between his lips. He parted them and it slid inside, tendrils thick and fluid filling his mouth in a slurping caress, leaving him wet and watered when they withdrew, tasting no flavor except himself.
The water swirled along his legs, gaining pressure as his double gained a body. The swirl slid upwards, along his thighs, over his hips, across his stomach, settling on his chest as the body connected to the head. Invisible tendrils, stronger than currents, caressed the line of his arms, moving upwards to send damp strands into his hair, stroking and soaking in one motion.
Demyx's eyes slid closed as he sighed. It moved against him in one hard push, pressing him down against the bottom of the tub with it's force, slithering instead of rubbing, rushing instead of touching. His hands lifted to grip the edges of the tub, bracing against the push. The push became a rocking, slow and methodical, but inexorable, wearing him down like rock in a stream. He let himself sink, prepared to let his head slide beneath the water, prepared for the roll ---
--- and the door was opened without knocking and a voice, Axel's voice, broke through the silence in the room like a hot knife, "Hey."
Demyx jerked himself up as the water splashed down, shapeless and formless, making waves that nearly spilled out of the tub. Demyx stared at the interruption in something close to a glare. He had been enjoying that.
If Axel realized he had actually interrupted Demyx at something, he might not have sounded as flippant. "It's your turn to watch and I am so not pulling a double shift." Or maybe he would have because he didn't care. Not really.
"I'm coming."
"Good." Axel turned to go and Demyx stared at his back until he was gone, swirling the water with a hand.
Demyx climbed out of the tub and back into his clothes, not putting out any effort to dry himself. He thought, with something approaching intent, that Axel might appreciate his baths a little more if he became more acquainted with the water within them. A little acquaintance was good for a body. Anybody. Nobody.
Demyx smiled to himself, summoned his sitar, and left the black and white and blue behind.
Series: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Water/Demyx
The room was black and white. White on white on white that teetered off sharply into black shadows. There were no curves, simply planes. Sharp lines and pointed angles. It was not the abode of softness and was not old enough to show wear. No dust dwelled in brilliant white corners and no cobwebs from brilliant white ceilings. It was a place without depth and even less heart. It was heartless and nothing; nobody; home to one Nobody.
But the water was blue. A faded distilled blue that winked back his reflection as no more than a fading shadow of himself. In a mirror he was a sharply defined as the room. In the water, he was indistinct, look too much to the left or the right and he was gone. Emptier than empty, fragile enough to shatter at the merest touch, the smallest breath. Ripple the water and he would break apart and vanish.
A drop of water fell from the faucet and Demyx looked up before he could see himself vanish. Steam was rising from the water, making the room only slightly less distinct, blurring the black and white only a little as it clouded the air. It clung to the bared parts of his skin, beading imperceptibly, heavily, warm and damp and living.
It would be warm enough to soak in, but not hot enough to scald. He'd stared at it long enough to be sure of that. It was a matter of moments to strip off the black robe and kick the heavy boots away. There was nothing underneath. Thin limbs with unpadded muscle, pale skin with few scars, pale hair to shadow the hollows made by bone. Demyx was not the roadmap of knots and lines that Xigbar was and did not possess the lean and pointed grace of Axel. It did not concern him too deeply. He was a Nobody and emotions were fleeting fantasy, more emulation than reality.
The steam wrapped him in a heated cloak of warm dampness, beading wetness on his skin. Tiny runnels slid down, down, down as they collected and grew too heavy to cling to him. He thought for a moment that standing, sitting, lying, squirming in the steam would be enough. Fill the room with it until he could no longer see the walls and simply relish it.
Another time. The water was just right. It shouldn't be wasted.
Demyx slid into the water slowly, carefully, easing himself into the liquid as if afraid to disturb it, sinking gently into it's grip. He sighed in pleasure as it enveloped him, heavy and buoyant at once, wrapping around every limb as he sank up to his chin in it and tempted to sink further. Tiny currents drifted aimlessly within the water, rustling without sound. Slivers of pressure traveled across him, pressing into aching muscle, caressing the curve of bone, sliding flat over featureless skin. Demyx sighed again, tension easing and fading slowly away. Beautiful water, soothing water. He could get lost in it and never worry, if he could worry.
The water rippled and bubbled, friction warming it ever so slightly. Demyx let his head fall back against the edge of the tub, neck bared to nothing and nobody. He felt good now, suitably soothed of tension, relaxed and pleasantly undone. His posture shifted, letting his body float with the bubbles and his legs splay out to let his toes curl over the edge of the tub.
It sensed his mood and a head rose, indistinct at first as the water level dipped to let it form. It sharpened as much as water can ever sharpen and smiled at him with his own blurred face. Demyx let his eyelids droop as it slid closer and pressed it's nose wetly to his own before melding it's mouth to his.
There was nothing quite like kissing water. It was warm and wet and purposeful. Firm against his lips, but splashing against his cheeks, shivering between his lips. He parted them and it slid inside, tendrils thick and fluid filling his mouth in a slurping caress, leaving him wet and watered when they withdrew, tasting no flavor except himself.
The water swirled along his legs, gaining pressure as his double gained a body. The swirl slid upwards, along his thighs, over his hips, across his stomach, settling on his chest as the body connected to the head. Invisible tendrils, stronger than currents, caressed the line of his arms, moving upwards to send damp strands into his hair, stroking and soaking in one motion.
Demyx's eyes slid closed as he sighed. It moved against him in one hard push, pressing him down against the bottom of the tub with it's force, slithering instead of rubbing, rushing instead of touching. His hands lifted to grip the edges of the tub, bracing against the push. The push became a rocking, slow and methodical, but inexorable, wearing him down like rock in a stream. He let himself sink, prepared to let his head slide beneath the water, prepared for the roll ---
--- and the door was opened without knocking and a voice, Axel's voice, broke through the silence in the room like a hot knife, "Hey."
Demyx jerked himself up as the water splashed down, shapeless and formless, making waves that nearly spilled out of the tub. Demyx stared at the interruption in something close to a glare. He had been enjoying that.
If Axel realized he had actually interrupted Demyx at something, he might not have sounded as flippant. "It's your turn to watch and I am so not pulling a double shift." Or maybe he would have because he didn't care. Not really.
"I'm coming."
"Good." Axel turned to go and Demyx stared at his back until he was gone, swirling the water with a hand.
Demyx climbed out of the tub and back into his clothes, not putting out any effort to dry himself. He thought, with something approaching intent, that Axel might appreciate his baths a little more if he became more acquainted with the water within them. A little acquaintance was good for a body. Anybody. Nobody.
Demyx smiled to himself, summoned his sitar, and left the black and white and blue behind.