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Title: Absent-Minded
Fandom: Disgaea 2
Pairing/Characters: AxelxAdell
Genre: General, Romance, Musey-ish
Rating: PG-13 (for suggestiveness later >_>')
Summary: Adell, stop thinking and just SCREW him already. >:\
A date.
Dear God, what had he gotten himself into?
When Axel had begun hanging around him more often, he wasn't particularly annoyed; the blonde was actually a good conversationalist, if you could muscle your way past the ego (something Adell had developed a knack for). The redhead suspected that somewhere deep, deep beneath all that stupidity was at least an inkling of wisdom. One did not live over two thousand years amongst other demons without either being extremely powerful or at least pretty cunning, and while Axel was strong, it was clear that he wasn't a behemoth.
Well. He could just be ridiculously lucky.
When Axel began spending more time around his house, Adell hadn't minded. It was nice to have someone to spar with, and Axel was surprisingly polite around his parents, so even despite the kidnapping fiasco, they'd taken to him pretty well. After everyone was human again and Axel was a demon, though, it did cause a bit of a stir; distrust of their darker counterparts was running a bit high, but not only was Adell there to protect them, Axel was also friendly enough, and was seen often playing (or getting beaten up by) Hanako and Taro in the front yard of their house. It wasn't long before everyone accepted him as a member of the village.
Well...as much as possible. Axel was a major celebrity again, and was sometimes followed by hordes of demonic fangirls, something the villagers did not appreciate.
When Axel invited Adell to his home to meet his mother and siblings, Adell hadn't thought much of it. Axel had met his family, it was only fair. He had to admit, he wasn't expecting a sickly mother bedridden in their comfortable, secluded house, or the cheerful but well-mannered children he was met with. He'd been expecting a house full of divas, spoiled rotten to the core, but understood why this wasn't so when Axel's mother pulled him aside and informed him that while her eldest son could be exasperating, he was really a very sweet boy, and had pulled the family out of poverty when the father had deserted them by performing on the streets. He'd been discovered by a passing talent agent, and jump started a fabulous career that was dazzling, but short-lived. He'd let the fame get to his head, she'd told him, but this time around he seemed to be more humble about things.
Adell had a joke about how he could be considered humble when she'd stopped him short with the cheerful observation that she suspected that he had something to do with it.
Now that was an odd thing to say.
So looking back, perhaps Adell should have paid more attention to the visits, the talks, the meetings; maybe he would have seen it coming.
Not that it would have made a difference. When Axel wanted to kiss someone, Adell quickly discovered that nothing was going to stop him from doing it. And it was...well, it was exciting, but also a bit terrifying. He'd never been around anyone as intense as Axel before, and when he adopted that impassioned look in his eyes, Adell was torn between being turned on, and being anxious.
Even after what he'd learned, Axel was an enigma. He was a rock star, and Adell hadn't even heard him sing. And what had he done for two thousand years? Did he see eras come about, or did time pass differently in the Netherworld?
Perhaps it wasn't his lack of knowledge exactly that turned him away from Axel at the beginning, but more like served as an excuse for himself when he knew the real reason he avoided the blonde was out of fear.
He hated acknowledging fear. That's was why he forever said, 'I don't like girls,' or 'I don't like demons,' when he essentially meant he was afraid of them. Not that he was any longer...Axel, ironically enough, had cured him of that when he'd brought that Succubus into the fight. While it was obvious that his reasons for involving her weren't exactly supportive, Adell was grateful all the same.
Although the reason he feared Axel wasn't because he was a demon. The very idea of being intimitated by the clown was beyond laughable. Axel was as threatening as a day-old kitten, and Adell knew it.
No, it wasn't his physical abilities that frightened Adell (although calling down lightning was rather impressive in its own right). It was his intensity. It was his mystery. It was his passion.
It was Axel, himself, that scared Adell.
But...at the same time, he was so excited that occasionally he could hardly sit still. Today, when Axel arrived at his front door with a proposal to go out somewhere together, his stomach had twisted and his heart had fluttered and it had taken everything for him to not dash off in the opposite direction. Which was a curious reaction, considering that when Axel took his hand and led him from the house, he could think of hardly anything else but getting the blonde alone and ravaging him for a few moments.
Adell was beginning to think that there might be something terribly wrong with him.
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"Hell for your thoughts," Axel mumbled out past a mouthful of chewed pastry, the remainder of their snack in his hand.
"Uh, nothing really." Adell sipped at his soda, pointedly avoiding Axel's gaze. "Just...absent minded today, I guess."
"Yeah, I'm like that sometimes too," Axel agreed, either not noticing the change in Adell's voice, or choosing to ignore it. "You know what I do when I can't think straight?"
"Keep doing it?" It was weak attempt at a joke and they both knew it, but Axel grinned anyways.
"Nah. I write."
Adell blinked, plucking the straw from his mouth. "You...write? What, like in a diary or something?"
"What? No." Axel shoved the last bit of pastry into his mouth, chewing, a fang catching on his lip. "Music. I write music."
Adell sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't write music, Axel. That's not gonna help me."
"Well, you like to fight, don't you?" Axel took the oppertunity to steal Adell's soda when his eyes were closed -as if he wouldn't have felt it leave his hand anyways- and took a long swig. "Why don't we fight later?" he offered, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as Adell snatched the cup back with a glare.
"No, I don't think that'll help." After a moment, Adell sent him a wary smile. "But thanks."
Axel shrugged, tucking his arms behind his head with a noncommital hum of acknowledgement. There was a moment of comfortable silence before he suggested, off-handedly, "We could have sex."
Adell coughed, spraying his drink across the pavement and disgusting several passers-by. Angrily, he rubbed his mouth with his wrist and restrained from hurling his cup at Axel, face hot. "Are you insane?!"
"No. Just horny." Axel grinned at Adell, stepping a bit closer to drag nails over his scarred cheek. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it."
Adell shoved Axel away, putting a hand to his face with a scowl and averting his eyes (as to not give away the fact that he'd thought about it plenty). "Axel, stop. Not in public."
"What, so I have to corner you in some empty room to kiss you?" Axel wrinkled his nose and glared. "Is it the cameras?"
"No-"
"Because I don't care if all the newspapers show me kissing you."
"No, that's not it, but I don't want my face all over the papers either." Adell put a hand to Axel's shoulder and pushed him back. "Just...please? Humor me?"
Axel hesitated before blowing out a breath, shoving his hands into his pockets and continuing down the sidewalk again. "You're lucky. You're the only one I let do this."
"I know." Adell suppressed a laugh; it was amazing how Axel could manage to be so selfless and so spoiled at the same time. "I'll make it up to you later."
"Later, huh?" Axel didn't turn to look at him. "Are we gonna be naked?"
Adell opened his mouth to shout, cheeks burning, but reconsidered, replying slyly, "I'll compromise."
Axel stopped dead in his tracks, spinning on his heel to favor Adell with a mixture of a deer-in-headlights look and bedroom-eyes. "Oh?"
"You can take off one article of clothing. Just one." Adell, wondering what he was doing, slinked closer and hooked a finger around the gold chain hanging from Axel's neck to give it a little tug. "And then I'll kiss whatever I can see."
"You promise?"
Suspicious, Adell tilted his head before answering, "...yeah, I promise. Why?"
Axel grinned, tiny fangs flashing white and sharp, and Adell rethought his reasons for being afraid of him. "I go commando."
Fandom: Disgaea 2
Pairing/Characters: AxelxAdell
Genre: General, Romance, Musey-ish
Rating: PG-13 (for suggestiveness later >_>')
Summary: Adell, stop thinking and just SCREW him already. >:\
A date.
Dear God, what had he gotten himself into?
When Axel had begun hanging around him more often, he wasn't particularly annoyed; the blonde was actually a good conversationalist, if you could muscle your way past the ego (something Adell had developed a knack for). The redhead suspected that somewhere deep, deep beneath all that stupidity was at least an inkling of wisdom. One did not live over two thousand years amongst other demons without either being extremely powerful or at least pretty cunning, and while Axel was strong, it was clear that he wasn't a behemoth.
Well. He could just be ridiculously lucky.
When Axel began spending more time around his house, Adell hadn't minded. It was nice to have someone to spar with, and Axel was surprisingly polite around his parents, so even despite the kidnapping fiasco, they'd taken to him pretty well. After everyone was human again and Axel was a demon, though, it did cause a bit of a stir; distrust of their darker counterparts was running a bit high, but not only was Adell there to protect them, Axel was also friendly enough, and was seen often playing (or getting beaten up by) Hanako and Taro in the front yard of their house. It wasn't long before everyone accepted him as a member of the village.
Well...as much as possible. Axel was a major celebrity again, and was sometimes followed by hordes of demonic fangirls, something the villagers did not appreciate.
When Axel invited Adell to his home to meet his mother and siblings, Adell hadn't thought much of it. Axel had met his family, it was only fair. He had to admit, he wasn't expecting a sickly mother bedridden in their comfortable, secluded house, or the cheerful but well-mannered children he was met with. He'd been expecting a house full of divas, spoiled rotten to the core, but understood why this wasn't so when Axel's mother pulled him aside and informed him that while her eldest son could be exasperating, he was really a very sweet boy, and had pulled the family out of poverty when the father had deserted them by performing on the streets. He'd been discovered by a passing talent agent, and jump started a fabulous career that was dazzling, but short-lived. He'd let the fame get to his head, she'd told him, but this time around he seemed to be more humble about things.
Adell had a joke about how he could be considered humble when she'd stopped him short with the cheerful observation that she suspected that he had something to do with it.
Now that was an odd thing to say.
So looking back, perhaps Adell should have paid more attention to the visits, the talks, the meetings; maybe he would have seen it coming.
Not that it would have made a difference. When Axel wanted to kiss someone, Adell quickly discovered that nothing was going to stop him from doing it. And it was...well, it was exciting, but also a bit terrifying. He'd never been around anyone as intense as Axel before, and when he adopted that impassioned look in his eyes, Adell was torn between being turned on, and being anxious.
Even after what he'd learned, Axel was an enigma. He was a rock star, and Adell hadn't even heard him sing. And what had he done for two thousand years? Did he see eras come about, or did time pass differently in the Netherworld?
Perhaps it wasn't his lack of knowledge exactly that turned him away from Axel at the beginning, but more like served as an excuse for himself when he knew the real reason he avoided the blonde was out of fear.
He hated acknowledging fear. That's was why he forever said, 'I don't like girls,' or 'I don't like demons,' when he essentially meant he was afraid of them. Not that he was any longer...Axel, ironically enough, had cured him of that when he'd brought that Succubus into the fight. While it was obvious that his reasons for involving her weren't exactly supportive, Adell was grateful all the same.
Although the reason he feared Axel wasn't because he was a demon. The very idea of being intimitated by the clown was beyond laughable. Axel was as threatening as a day-old kitten, and Adell knew it.
No, it wasn't his physical abilities that frightened Adell (although calling down lightning was rather impressive in its own right). It was his intensity. It was his mystery. It was his passion.
It was Axel, himself, that scared Adell.
But...at the same time, he was so excited that occasionally he could hardly sit still. Today, when Axel arrived at his front door with a proposal to go out somewhere together, his stomach had twisted and his heart had fluttered and it had taken everything for him to not dash off in the opposite direction. Which was a curious reaction, considering that when Axel took his hand and led him from the house, he could think of hardly anything else but getting the blonde alone and ravaging him for a few moments.
Adell was beginning to think that there might be something terribly wrong with him.
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"Hell for your thoughts," Axel mumbled out past a mouthful of chewed pastry, the remainder of their snack in his hand.
"Uh, nothing really." Adell sipped at his soda, pointedly avoiding Axel's gaze. "Just...absent minded today, I guess."
"Yeah, I'm like that sometimes too," Axel agreed, either not noticing the change in Adell's voice, or choosing to ignore it. "You know what I do when I can't think straight?"
"Keep doing it?" It was weak attempt at a joke and they both knew it, but Axel grinned anyways.
"Nah. I write."
Adell blinked, plucking the straw from his mouth. "You...write? What, like in a diary or something?"
"What? No." Axel shoved the last bit of pastry into his mouth, chewing, a fang catching on his lip. "Music. I write music."
Adell sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't write music, Axel. That's not gonna help me."
"Well, you like to fight, don't you?" Axel took the oppertunity to steal Adell's soda when his eyes were closed -as if he wouldn't have felt it leave his hand anyways- and took a long swig. "Why don't we fight later?" he offered, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as Adell snatched the cup back with a glare.
"No, I don't think that'll help." After a moment, Adell sent him a wary smile. "But thanks."
Axel shrugged, tucking his arms behind his head with a noncommital hum of acknowledgement. There was a moment of comfortable silence before he suggested, off-handedly, "We could have sex."
Adell coughed, spraying his drink across the pavement and disgusting several passers-by. Angrily, he rubbed his mouth with his wrist and restrained from hurling his cup at Axel, face hot. "Are you insane?!"
"No. Just horny." Axel grinned at Adell, stepping a bit closer to drag nails over his scarred cheek. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it."
Adell shoved Axel away, putting a hand to his face with a scowl and averting his eyes (as to not give away the fact that he'd thought about it plenty). "Axel, stop. Not in public."
"What, so I have to corner you in some empty room to kiss you?" Axel wrinkled his nose and glared. "Is it the cameras?"
"No-"
"Because I don't care if all the newspapers show me kissing you."
"No, that's not it, but I don't want my face all over the papers either." Adell put a hand to Axel's shoulder and pushed him back. "Just...please? Humor me?"
Axel hesitated before blowing out a breath, shoving his hands into his pockets and continuing down the sidewalk again. "You're lucky. You're the only one I let do this."
"I know." Adell suppressed a laugh; it was amazing how Axel could manage to be so selfless and so spoiled at the same time. "I'll make it up to you later."
"Later, huh?" Axel didn't turn to look at him. "Are we gonna be naked?"
Adell opened his mouth to shout, cheeks burning, but reconsidered, replying slyly, "I'll compromise."
Axel stopped dead in his tracks, spinning on his heel to favor Adell with a mixture of a deer-in-headlights look and bedroom-eyes. "Oh?"
"You can take off one article of clothing. Just one." Adell, wondering what he was doing, slinked closer and hooked a finger around the gold chain hanging from Axel's neck to give it a little tug. "And then I'll kiss whatever I can see."
"You promise?"
Suspicious, Adell tilted his head before answering, "...yeah, I promise. Why?"
Axel grinned, tiny fangs flashing white and sharp, and Adell rethought his reasons for being afraid of him. "I go commando."