Just a Beat Out of Place

So, I've hit a small block on the TimeTraveler!Sora fic, but that's okay. I'm having Pixie, (prettypixiechan, and my roommate Tyna take a look at it to tell me what they think I should do next.

INSTEAD OF WORRYING ABOUT IT, HOWEVER! I'm going to post a few snippets of TTB Chapter 1, TTB Chapter 2, and the TimeTraveler!Sora fic.

Enjoy!

( Snippets below cut )



Alright, so there you have it! I'm having fun writing these, so I hope you like them!

Okay, right now I'm avoiding writing a report for my class. So instead, I'm going to talk about sexuality. Namely, my own.

( For my f-list, which may not want to hear me talk about sex. (Too Bad!!) )

Alright, I think I've talked enough. Sorry about this, I sorta just wanted to say it. But to bring the mood back up, here's a little snippet of something that Pixie and I are working on:

Axel leaned in to kiss Roxas, humming contentedly against the blonde’s mouth. The humming turned interested a second later and Axel grabbed Roxas’s face in his hands, plundering his mouth with his tongue, Roxas squirming beneath him.

“Axel, what was that for?” Demyx scolded once Axel pulled off. The redhead smacked his lips, running his tongue over them curiously.

“Dude, you taste like Sonic,” he said to Roxas, who was coughing on the floor next to him. “That’s pretty damn ama….” He trailed off, staring at Demyx. “What do you taste like?”

Demyx flailed backwards, trying to get away from Axel’s grasping hands. “No no nonononono, Axel, doooon’t!!”

The world spun slightly as Demyx stood to run, and Axel just pressed warm and lean against his back, turning his head to kiss him thoroughly.

“Milkshakes. You take like milkshakes.” Axel laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back. Demyx turned to pout at him manfully. (Manly pouting. It could happen.)

“I do not!”

“Really?” Roxas asked, standing up. “I wanna taste.” He reached up to grab Demyx’s face in his hands, but the taller blonde pulled away, thumping loudly into the wall behind him.

Axel grinned and picked Roxas up easily so the two blondes were at the same height. “There you go, Roxy.” Roxas whooped excitedly and lunged forward to kiss Demyx, swiping his tongue across Demyx’s lips.

Demyx just squirmed and pouted as Roxas kissed him. He most certainly did NOT kiss back. At all.

(Okay, maybe a little bit).

“You know,” a dry voice said from the door. “You can tell me if you’re in a threesome. It’s okay.”

And Demyx looked past Roxas and Axel to see Zexion standing there, eyebrow raised and books in hand.

Axel, setting Roxas down carefully amidst the blonde’s exclamations of how Demyx really DID taste like milkshakes, smirked at Zexion. “We totally are.”

“NO WE’RE NOT!” Demyx squeaked, face turning red. “Not! In! A! Threesome!”

“He’s just shy,” Axel stage-whispered, grinning wickedly. “We are.”

“NOT! AXEL, STOP LYING!”


It's from something we're co-writing. Where about half to three-quarters of the dialogue are things we have actually said. (I was Axel at the beginning of this and it spiraled from there.) ((Also, the title is The Epic Length Story of How Demyx Won Zexion (and incidentally got everyone else together along the way), in case you were curious.))

Toodles!