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kinkfestTitle: Tipping the Iceberg
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syvia
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 457
Summary: Like speaks to like- even when they’re more different than similar.
Prompt: - Kingdom Hearts, Vexen/Demyx: Water - The ice is thin, come on dive in.
Author’s Notes: Kudos tocrimsoncookie and osmandias as always.
The examinations are standard.
Reciprocal treatment is not.
Vexen measures the length of his arms and fingers and legs and toes and torso and the space between his eyes and the distance between his ears and everything- everything- is noted.
Demyx measures the depth of his flesh and hair and bone and water and ice and the abyss of his glare and the completeness of his silence and everything- everything- is noted.
Vexen looked up as Demyx stared, and breathed, and smiled suddenly. The look in his eyes turned knowing and almost joyful, and it was quite remarkable how such a being as a Nobody could mimic so well.
"What has prompted this display?"
Demyx extended a hand, fingers pointed, touching, pressing below Vexen's collarbone.
"Your skin is cold," he said, grinning, looking where his fingers made slight depressions in pale flesh.
Vexen raised an eyebrow.
"Is your mouth?" Demyx asked. "I bet it's not. I bet it's warm," he rushed on. "Can I see?"
When Vexen speaks it is like a glacier breaking into pieces that are still large as mountains and just as heavy, but sudden- unwilling.
They impact and urge Demyx' bubbling commentary into greater heights. It surges forward, greater and more uncontrollable than before, settling into different patterns, unable to become what they were- but then, water rarely stops moving.
"Demyx-"
"I can feel you moving underneath," he said, the very sound of reverence. "Churning," he leaned forward a little. "Flowing and maybe it's cold at first- maybe it's cold all the way through, but it's not ice. You're-"
Vexen took Demyx' hand to lower it. He offered no reaction. Demyx' fingers tightened and the younger Nobody lurched forward. Upward. Kissed him like a rising wave.
Vexen flinched, eyes wide open upon Demyx' face. The Nocturne had closed his eyes. Vexen's tongue was running past Demyx' teeth before he realized he was returning the kiss. Watching Demyx' expression was nearly impossible at their current distance and Vexen snorted, closed his eyes and kissed harder.
Demyx tasted faintly of salt, moisture that wasn't saliva. He pulled back to breathe and Vexen opened his eyes.
"I was right," Demyx murmured.
"Oh. Really?”
His eyes slid open, staring upward through his lashes. "You stood so close... I could feel the water, and I figured you couldn't be cold all the way through if there was water underneath the ice."
Vexen simply looked at him.
Yet sometimes it calms, it is quiescent within itself and it ripples gently. When it, very rarely, falls into silence, it is as blank as a reflecting pool, and equally unnerving.
Demyx stared and the Academic moved away, gloved fingers trailing out of his hand.
"That will do for today, Number IX."
Author/Artist:
syviaRating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 457
Summary: Like speaks to like- even when they’re more different than similar.
Prompt: - Kingdom Hearts, Vexen/Demyx: Water - The ice is thin, come on dive in.
Author’s Notes: Kudos to
crimsoncookie and osmandias as always.The examinations are standard.
Reciprocal treatment is not.
Vexen measures the length of his arms and fingers and legs and toes and torso and the space between his eyes and the distance between his ears and everything- everything- is noted.
Demyx measures the depth of his flesh and hair and bone and water and ice and the abyss of his glare and the completeness of his silence and everything- everything- is noted.
Vexen looked up as Demyx stared, and breathed, and smiled suddenly. The look in his eyes turned knowing and almost joyful, and it was quite remarkable how such a being as a Nobody could mimic so well.
"What has prompted this display?"
Demyx extended a hand, fingers pointed, touching, pressing below Vexen's collarbone.
"Your skin is cold," he said, grinning, looking where his fingers made slight depressions in pale flesh.
Vexen raised an eyebrow.
"Is your mouth?" Demyx asked. "I bet it's not. I bet it's warm," he rushed on. "Can I see?"
When Vexen speaks it is like a glacier breaking into pieces that are still large as mountains and just as heavy, but sudden- unwilling.
They impact and urge Demyx' bubbling commentary into greater heights. It surges forward, greater and more uncontrollable than before, settling into different patterns, unable to become what they were- but then, water rarely stops moving.
"Demyx-"
"I can feel you moving underneath," he said, the very sound of reverence. "Churning," he leaned forward a little. "Flowing and maybe it's cold at first- maybe it's cold all the way through, but it's not ice. You're-"
Vexen took Demyx' hand to lower it. He offered no reaction. Demyx' fingers tightened and the younger Nobody lurched forward. Upward. Kissed him like a rising wave.
Vexen flinched, eyes wide open upon Demyx' face. The Nocturne had closed his eyes. Vexen's tongue was running past Demyx' teeth before he realized he was returning the kiss. Watching Demyx' expression was nearly impossible at their current distance and Vexen snorted, closed his eyes and kissed harder.
Demyx tasted faintly of salt, moisture that wasn't saliva. He pulled back to breathe and Vexen opened his eyes.
"I was right," Demyx murmured.
"Oh. Really?”
His eyes slid open, staring upward through his lashes. "You stood so close... I could feel the water, and I figured you couldn't be cold all the way through if there was water underneath the ice."
Vexen simply looked at him.
Yet sometimes it calms, it is quiescent within itself and it ripples gently. When it, very rarely, falls into silence, it is as blank as a reflecting pool, and equally unnerving.
Demyx stared and the Academic moved away, gloved fingers trailing out of his hand.
"That will do for today, Number IX."
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