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Title: Ghost Stories
Pairing: Axel/Demyx
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #17 Flashlight
Summary: Axel tells Demyx a ghost story
Author’s Note: Dedicated to Riku, aka

kiki_sai over at the RP board, because hey, I promised a fic didn’t I? I blame this on watching Dead Silence last night

The soft glow of the flashlight illuminated Axel’s face in the pitch black room; the light highlighting the tattoos on his cheeks and making his eyes look positively evil.

“Beware the stare of Mary Shaw,” Axel began, his voice so soft that Demyx had to lean in to hear him, the Nocturne was already regretting this whole ghost story idea. “She had no children, only dolls,” he continued, suppressing a smirk at the look of rapt attention on Demyx’s face.

Axel opened a small portal behind him, the passageway invisible in the blackened room, this was going to be good. “And if you see her in your dreams,” his voice dropped a few octaves, causing Demyx to shift closer to him on the bed. “Be sure you never, ever…” he shifted slightly and locked eyes with Demyx, “scream,” he whispered the last word, biting his lip at the look that flashed through Demyx’s eyes.

A portal opened unnoticed above Demyx and something fell out, landing innocently in his lap. He gasped and grabbed the flashlight from Axel, turning the beam onto the mysterious item. He stifled a scream and backed away quickly, almost falling off the large bed at the sight of the ventriloquists dummy that was staring up at him.

“I hate you,” Demyx muttered darkly, glaring at Axel who was doubled over with laughter.

“You should have seen the look on your face, it was priceless,” he gasped, giggling unAxel-like when Demyx opened a portal and shoved the dummy in unceremoniously.

Demyx pouted slightly, crossing his arms over his chest, staring at Axel through the soft light that was surrounding them. “You’re impossible.”

Axel rolled his eyes and crawled across the bed, kissing Demyx softly. Demyx resisted at first, but at the fell of Axel’s tongue caressing his lower lip, he relented and opened his mouth slightly, returning the kiss. “You still hate me?” he joked, tugging on Demyx’s lower lip with his teeth.

“Maybe.” He turned the flashlight off and tossed it to the floor before slipping his arms around Axel’s neck. “Remind me why I tolerate you,” he purred, pressing a kiss to the pulse point at the base of Axel’s neck.

Axel smirked. “That I can do,” he murmured softly, hooking his thumbs under the elastic waistband of Demyx’s pajama pants, pulling them down slowly…