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back again-ficcage!

Mmkay, another for the sins challenge at 7_sins_virtues! Three down, four to go.

Here are the others in case you wanna read those too/first:
Wrath
Lust

Title: Spitting Fire
Pairing: Axel/Demyx
Theme set: A-2 Envy
Rating: PG-13


Demyx had no idea what was happening to him. He was slowly walking, strolling really, down the hallway back to his room after a successful mission, happy with his efforts. Now, however, he was in a room not his own, against the wall, with a hand around his neck. He coughed at the hand’s less than generous air allowance.

“What the fuck were you doing all day?” The Nocturne winced as the fire mage’s deep voice resonated throughout the empty room. His pupils were dilated, looking menacingly in Demyx’s direction.

“I was on orders all day, Axel, I swear!” Demyx’s voice seemed small compared to the preceding one.

Most would call Axel the jealous type; he never had enough and always glared at those who had things he neither needed nor found appealing even. He was in some ways quite ridiculous in his outbursts, coming up with no later excuses for them except for a selfish, bratty impulse. This was most certainly not the first time Demyx had gotten the heat of his verbal blows, and the water mage would always be certain it would not be the last time either. Demyx could only hope this was about something trivial, just a twang of resent, something that wouldn’t cause too much of a fuss.

“Then how did I see you with that goddamn freeshooter earlier today? And I saw you looking pretty friendly with that fucking mind-melder Tuesday!” The fire mage started to sizzle, the leather on his coat bubbling and cracking. Demyx’s eyes began to widen. “Missions everyday, Dem!”

And this was the time in which the Axel broke down. His green rage was snuffed out, and he practically collapsed on the floor. Demyx kissed up and down his cheek almost immediately, offering comfort and assurance. Axel needed Demyx to help him overcome his envy; envy that actually voiced his fears.

“Dem,” started the redhead, “I’m sorry. But I can’t help but wonder…what you have with those other men, the deep conversations, the way you share jokes and compliments, the accomplishments and failures…” Axel looked over into the brunette’s eyes.

“Why can’t we have that?”

Demyx knew why they didn’t have any of those things. Axel had fits when they tried to do those things; he was afraid that Demyx got the ideas from dates or journeys with the other members. When the water mage tried to crack a joke to lighten one of Axel’s rages, the fire mage didn’t find it funny. Deep conversations were impossible because the redhead was almost always away from the water mage, on a mission or the opposite where the brunette was on a mission.

So to that, Demyx didn’t have an answer.