Title: G: Green
Pairing: Zexion/Axel, Zexion/OMC, suggested Zexion/Marluxia
Category: Romance
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Obviously, not mine.
Notes: Ah, I went out of order! Oh well. Please don't kill me if I get OOC or whatever. I'm not too familiar with Zexion. I fail and didn't play all of COM, haha. But as a request (yes I take them, give me some motivation), I was up for the challenge. For Honeychan.

Green. Green was and is Zexion's favorite color. Everything was green in Zexion's early past life. When he was young, he insisted to his father that his room and furniture be painted green. His clothing was all green and he actually would get excited when grass stains appeared on his shorts. He had once dyed his hair green as a teen. That did not go well. Zexion enjoyed leafy greens as well, which is hard to imagine. Honestly, a kid eating his vegetables? But everything was green and green in his past life. Well, that was until he turned fourteen. Zexion found out he was gay and then everything turned black.

Yellow. Not much to say about yellow. His piss was yellow and on the rare occasions that Zexion would actually come out from the darkness, he'd note that the sun was yellow… sometimes. One of Zexion's ex-boyfriends was yellow. Yeah, not much to say about that.

Blue. Blue was an okay color. Wasn't the sky blue or something?

Orange. Zexion remembered the one time he went to a gay club. He met a man in orange named Yazu. That was the first time he lost his virginity. It was terrible and Zexion couldn't look at the color for months. He recalled the feeling of his knees on the cold, wet concrete wall. His face was scratched up from being pushed into it. What would seem like a hot and passionate fuck turned out to be quite a nasty fuck. Zexion shivered at the thought, moving on.

Purple. Now that's an interesting color. Even though Zexion was now quite a monotone kind of guy, purple didn't bother him as much. He enjoyed the deep color of indigo. His library housed several of his favorite books with an indigo cover. Lavender and Mauve were not purple. No, they were evil. Zexion doesn't like the light and those two atrocious colors are not purple.

Pink. Oh, hell no.

Okay, so he lied. There was a sort of kink to the pink. Zexion would admit, only to his lovely books, that he did somewhat enjoy the color pink. The paler shades, by the way. Not the "burn your retinas out" super hot pinks or the dark neon pinks. No, those were just unholy. Marluxia had a nice shade of pink to his hair. Zexion liked that. In fact, Zexion liked that a whole bunch. Those strands of kinky colored hair were often clutched in his hands while he was fucked by Marluxia. With Marluxia, it was always a quick screw. That was fine in Zexion's opinion though. He never cared for Marluxia personally. He found the flamer to be quite annoying and their "relationship" was very short lived. However, he did have one nice tongue.

White. Yeah, white. It is the opposite of my being. Zexion thought quietly to himself. The brightness did not fit his fancy which was unfortunate since the entire castle was white. Thankfully, his problem was solved with the style of his hair over his eyes. It partially helped. When Xemnas was not looking, he would walk around the castle with hood on at all times.

Black. It is his absolute comfort color. At the age of fourteen, Zexion had discovered he was gay. It had taken him a year to come to terms with it and two more years for his father to find out. And when he did, Zexion had learned to accept the color's embrace.

Zexion had a best friend named Rhodias since he was ten. They had done everything together. Pulled pranks on the teacher, daydream about other worlds, wrestle, try alcohol for the first time and all the things that best friends would do. Rhodias was a tall and lanky boy with long, dark, silver hair. He had beautiful green eyes and a light mocha skin tone. Zexion became nostalgic and recalled the time when he and Rhodias walked to the bus for their first day of high school. It was during their long walk when Rhodias stopped to stare at the sky. Zexion turned around to look at his friend, confused.

"Does it feel weird?" Rhodias sighed, his eyes above.

Zexion paused, a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean?"

Rhodias squinted, as if searching deep inside the sky for the right words. "Well," he started, "that these are the last four years before we have to really grow up."

"Grow up?"

Rhodias chuckled. "Yes, it's that thing that happens each year, y'know."

"Well," Zexion became flustered. "I mean…"

This caused his friend only to laugh more at Zexion's rose colored cheeks. "I mean," He paused again, formulating his sentence. "Well, after high school, we have to actually start our future. Who knows where we'll end up next."

Shocked, Zexion was at a loss of words. He couldn't think of a life without his best friend. The thought alone made him upset. He felt as if for the first time in his life that this very moment could be the last just by Rhodias's words. Obviously, his friend sensed that Zexion was upset and walked over to comfort him.

Rhodias gently put his hand on Zexion's shoulder and leaned down. "Don't worry; I'll be in your future, Ienzo." The wind lightly blew, lifting Rhodias's silver hair towards the sky. It was at that point when Zexion realized he was gay and in love with his best friend. He was so screwed.

Silver. Silver was the color of Rhodias's hair. It was a dark and enticing shade of silver. Because of that fact alone, two years later, Zexion had asked his friend to dye his boring blonde hair to silver.

"Then everybody will think we're twins!" he joked.

"Twins…" Zexion whispered to himself.

Rhodias grinned as he pried open the box of dye, a strand of hair falling in his face. Oh, how Zexion wanted to tuck that behind his ear and graze the soft flesh with his thumb. Or he could tuck the hair back and then graze his teeth on the shell of his ear. Or he could lick it. Or kiss it. Or su—

"Minus the fact that you're emo," he mocked with the gloves in his mouth as he tied back his hair. Zexion snapped out of his trance and growled at him. "I'm just kidding!" Rhodias said with his hands up.

Unfortunately, it was true. Ever since Zexion discovered his… certain taste, he also had switched his taste in fashion and whatever. It upset him and he knew that Rhodias would never return his feelings. Rhodias had countless girlfriends, would do that manly skateboarding, wear his pants extremely low, and was kind of a slob. He screamed heterosexual. Zexion also knew that his father would completely disown him. But for some reason, he felt that the cries of the male singers and their painful lyrics of rejection and break-ups helped him cope. They made him feel like he did belong. How angsty was that?

After several hours of dying his hair to get the perfect shade and styling it, they were finally finished. Rhodias looked proudly at his work and smiled.

"You look pleased," Zexion quietly mumbled as he scratched his head only to have his hand firmly smacked away.

"You damn right I am," Rhodias replied, fixing the strands of hair that Zexion messed up. "I'm always right. Now, stop touching it! Of course it'll itch for a bit." The boy took his hands away, turned his head from side to side to inspect every angle and finally laid both his hands on Zexion's shoulders. They stood in front of the mirror gazing at Zexion's deep silver hair. It was a bit darker than Rhodias's hair and not as long.

"I don't like this style, what if I…" Zexion began as he parted his hair to one side to cover his right eye. He once again had his hands slapped away.

"Don't you even think about it," Rhodias threatened. "You keep it or I'll cut it off tonight while you sleep!"

Zexion sighed and gave in. He did trust that his friend knew what he was doing. He's had more experience in longer hair styles than Zexion. He just felt exposed with his face uncovered.

Rhodias smiled. "Besides, I think you look better with your eyes showing. They're such a beautiful blue, Ienzo." He gently reached in front of Zexion's face and swept a lock of the newly dyed hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. "Why don't you ever show your eyes?"

Lost for words, Zexion just stared in the mirror. He could feel his face burning but his ears were on fire. Gently, Rhodias captured Zexion's chin and turned it towards his own face.

"Don't hide your face…" he sighed, his mint tea breath ghosting over Zexion's pale lips.

"Um, I—"

It didn't matter what was said next because Rhodias kissed Zexion at that moment. Even though in the background the sink was still stained with platinum and the TV was now playing their favorite show, nothing mattered at all and it was a wonderful feeling. All that mattered was that Rhodias was kissing him and with each passing second, the kiss became deeper. The tightness in Zexion's heart began to loosen and his toes tingled. Rhodias's hands pulled him closer, and Zexion's desperate fingers finally found their way into the other's silver hair, his fantasy coming true.

Tonight was going to be a wonderful night.

Red. Red was another favorite color of Zexion's. That is a deep red, of course. Secretly, Zexion would go from the castle to Christmas Town. He loved it. The white didn't matter and the brightness was all red and green. It was sugared with happiness and all that is opposite of him. But it didn't matter.

Zexion saw red on the last day school; his father found out he was gay and he was only seventeen. A blow to the face and blood splattered his green carpet. The irony of his favorite colors in such a depressing way. He reached up to touch his lips as the blood dripped down his chin. Looking down he saw the black of his fingernails and the red of his blood; actually another combination of colors he didn't mind. He tried to smile in his head, thinking of his favorite pair of boxers that Rhodias wore.

"Faggot," his father snarled and walked away.

And surprisingly enough, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would when he dreaded this day three years ago.

Zexion saw red the last time he saw Rhodias. He saw red from anger and the red and black of his favorite boxers on Rhodias as his jeans hung from his hips. They had been secretly dating from the time of their first kiss to the time when they both parted for college. Nights and nights of passionate kissing, curious hands and mouths sped by over the year. Their need for each other was obvious. Zexion's feelings were always shared. His friend, or lover, would hear his words of affection as Rhodias used his hands and lips to show his love to Zexion… at least through his own eyes. Zexion would imagine the rest of their life together and would talk about it with Rhodias as if it were set in stone. Rhodias never replied in detail but would smile and that alone was enough for Zexion to piece together their future. He was wrapped up in his first love and nothing seemed to make him happier.

"I don't know if we'll ever see each other again," Rhodias said quietly, the spark in his eyes gone.

Zexion nodded, hurt and angered.

"Besides, it would have never worked out and you know that. I've got to go to college in another world… in practically another galaxy." A hand reached out to comfort his younger friend but never made it because Zexion flinched away. "Please don't be angry," Rhodias pleaded. "Please say something."

Zexion tried not to cry and managed to whisper out a few words, "Did you ever love me?"

Rhodias dropped his hand and sunk his head down. "Yes."

It confused Zexion. If he did then why did his friend give up on it? Why can't it work… love is supposed to make things work, right? A million and a half questions flooded his mind at once. "What happened?" Zexion muttered.

Like the first day of high school, Rhodias looked to the sky, searching for an answer. Or perhaps dreading the answer?

"You."

Zexion had hoped that he would never have to feel his heart break ever again. But during that fateful night in the lab with Xehanort, he felt the day all over again.

Axel was the one to break Zexion's train of thought as he sat around a pile of books. He had forgotten how long he was in the library.

"What are ya doin'?" Axel asked ruffling Zexion's hair. Zexion was not amused. He was still coming back to reality and trying to sort out exactly what he was feeling. Well, if he had feelings. This was something that the bookworm was always trying to figure out. It often left him tired and he would go to sleep exhausted along with Axel who was as well. Zexion's energy was spent in reading, Axel's in training.

The red head kneeled down and wrapped his arms from behind Zexion, running his fingers all around Zexion's chest. Even through the layer of black leather, he could feel the intense heat from Axel's touch. Ah, it was wonderful. Axel's touch was something that always kept him addicted.

A hand ghosted towards the zipper and began to pull it down but Zexion stopped him, blushing.

"Not here…" he said bashful and frantically looking around.

Axel chuckled and continued to unzip just enough to touch his bare pale skin. "Why not? I think the others would actually enjoy the show," he said wickedly. Zexion shook his head embarrassed. What was he thinking?

"Oh, alright."

With that, Axel scooped Zexion into his arms and carried him away to his room. It was a long walk and he admired Axel's strength. He knew that he wasn't that heavy, but still, he wished he was that physically strong. Zexion had lost quite a bit of weight ever since he joined Xemnas back when he was known as Xehanort. Obviously, his constant lack of sunlight and non-stop studying would take a toll on his figure. Nevertheless, Zexion still was quite powerful. And that helped a lot in a certain area outside the training room.

Ever since Axel joined the Organization, Zexion had been mesmerized by him. His personality was happy go lucky and full of energy. It was his complete opposite yet when they first began to fool around; Zexion was surprised at Axel's delicate yet passionate self while they had sex. Fucking seemed like such a vulgar term when it came to what they did. It was sweet in a weird and gentle way. Although there were the times when he would scream for Axel to fuck him, but that was different. Emotions were so confusing when it came to anything, but Axel had puzzled him the most. Since, well, he had no heart. Whatever this was, who knew.

Inside the dark room, Axel gently plopped Zexion on the soft bed and began to unzip his own jacket. Axel was completely nude and Zexion became instantly turned on, forgetting his earlier feeling of shyness.

"Yeah, I knew you would like that." Axel grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Now, what is under your jacket?" he said suggestively as he unzipped Zexion's coat. A smirk. "Oh, aren't we on the same page?"

It wasn't like he didn't wear anything on purpose. He just truly forgot to put anything on since all this new data was coming in. There were at least 10 new species of heartless.

They began kissing tenderly at first, feeling each other's hardness between them. Grinding hips, moans, impatient hands and finally, Axel slid into Zexion. Oh, it was a godly feeling. Zexion seemed to melt, his stress fading away. It was such a great way to end someone's day. As Axel moved inside him, colors began to swarm inside his head, and when Axel found that one spot, everything seemed to just spark in all directions a mile a minute. Everything became intensified and he could hear the wet noise of Axel's lips on his neck and his breath in his ear. It made the hairs on his whole body stand up. Zexion wrapped his legs around Axel and demanded more, feeling his orgasm begin to build up. He gladly obliged and Zexion writhed from beneath him. Axel came first with a yell and Zexion's name escaping from his lips. Just hearing his name spill from Axel's lips in such a lusty manner unwound him and he came for what seemed like hours, his come coating their bodies.

It was glorious and exactly what he needed. Zexion wasn't sure what he was feeling but he was content that after a crazy trip down memory lane, it ended with one of the best, actually the greatest orgasm he's had yet.

Too bad he couldn't continue to bathe more in the aftermath since he shortly passed out afterwards.

..&..

Zexion dreamed of a mix of warm colors; greens, purples, reds, all of them. He dreamed of lying in a grassy field, with a blurry body next to him. It was composed of some of the colors that he fancied and he felt very peaceful. He seldom dreamt but when he did, they were mostly nightmares. Zexion dreamt of the ocean and holding the warm hand of the unknown figure. The warmth had intensified with each step that they both took. The blue-green ocean was at a wonderful temperature and the wind was cool, but not enough to be uncomfortable. It was a pleasant dream and like all dreams they do come to an end.

When he woke up, the warmth was still there. The wonderful and soothing warmth, he realized, turned out to be Axel's body which he was cradled in.

"You fell asleep. I'm disappointed Zex, I could have gone another round, y'know?" he teased, tucking a hair behind Zexion's ear. Still coming out from his unconsciousness, Zexion's head gently rested on Axel's bare chest. Eek, Zexion was thankful Axel cleaned them both up. It was quite messy from what he could remember. Finally curious to see Axel's face, Zexion looked up.

He suddenly felt something tighten in his chest, only to loosen shortly after. What was it? He stared into Axel's beautiful eyes, absolutely entranced.

"What? Oh God, is there come on my face?" Axel said with confusion, but his eyes were still glowing oddly.

The feeling continued to coat his body and Zexion was beginning to feel a bit… scared? But the feeling, the buzz of this energized feeling coursed through his body. And when he saw the stunning jade in Axel's eyes, he felt almost… happy.

Smiling, he snuggled more into Axel's arms and shook his head. The arms tightened around Zexion more and they both felt as if a weight had been lifted.

Zexion always knew he liked the color green.

Notes: Reviews are sooo appreciated! Please do!