Demyx's touch stings, but then, it always does, with the steam that spills out where their bare skin touches, and with the opposition of their elemental natures. And when he opens his mouth to say something, Axel shuts him up with a biting, stinging kiss, calling sparks under his own skin, to push back the sensation of drowning.

It doesn't help as much as he wishes it would, and the way Demyx pushes him back, climbing on top of him, laughing softly-- That doesn't help either.

"You've been spending an awful lot of time with the new kid." Demyx's voice is suddenly flat, just like that, his eyes gone dark and unreadable. But his fingers are moving down Axel's chest, drawing lines of stinging steam, a wetness that lasts longer than it should. And longer still, when Demyx flattens his hand against the hollow place in Axel's chest, wet, and stinging, and still somehow good.

"Shut up," Axel replies, and he pushes back, hand hot and burning right in the middle of Demyx's chest, and his junior makes that noise, the one that. Makes Axel have to remind himself that.

He doesn't actually like Demyx at all.

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TBC, because I have school, but there will be moar, promise. <3