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playingdoctor) wrote2007-04-21 12:40 pm
playingdoctor) wrote2007-04-21 12:40 pm
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The Zazzle requested some Umeda/Axel fluff drabble before going for a nap. XD 200 words exactly.
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"Pass the soda already," Umeda says, and holds out a hand expectantly.
Axel grins at him, exhales smoke, and dangles the can between two fingers. "You want it? Come get it."
And he doesn't really expect Umeda to, 'cause Umeda's so goddamn lazy all the time. Almost as bad as a Nobody in wanting other people to do the work for him. But Umeda kicks back his desk chair as he rises, puts a knee on the bed between Axel's legs, takes hold of the closed, warm soda can. He smiles at Axel from under heavy lids. "Thanks," he drawls.
It's suddenly hard to breathe. Axel stares at him, then leans back abruptly, yanking the can out of Umeda's hand. "Whoops," he says, and lies back on the bed with one hand over his head, so Umeda'd have to get on top of him to get the can.
Umeda looks at him, then starts to laugh.
"Whaaaaaaat?"
"Idiot. Just give me the damn can."
"Nuh-uh. You can't get it, you can't have it. Mine now."
Umeda shifts his other knee up, lowers his weight. Axel's breath catches; Umeda's heavy on him, but not too heavy.
"Fine, then," Umeda says. "Fine."
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"Pass the soda already," Umeda says, and holds out a hand expectantly.
Axel grins at him, exhales smoke, and dangles the can between two fingers. "You want it? Come get it."
And he doesn't really expect Umeda to, 'cause Umeda's so goddamn lazy all the time. Almost as bad as a Nobody in wanting other people to do the work for him. But Umeda kicks back his desk chair as he rises, puts a knee on the bed between Axel's legs, takes hold of the closed, warm soda can. He smiles at Axel from under heavy lids. "Thanks," he drawls.
It's suddenly hard to breathe. Axel stares at him, then leans back abruptly, yanking the can out of Umeda's hand. "Whoops," he says, and lies back on the bed with one hand over his head, so Umeda'd have to get on top of him to get the can.
Umeda looks at him, then starts to laugh.
"Whaaaaaaat?"
"Idiot. Just give me the damn can."
"Nuh-uh. You can't get it, you can't have it. Mine now."
Umeda shifts his other knee up, lowers his weight. Axel's breath catches; Umeda's heavy on him, but not too heavy.
"Fine, then," Umeda says. "Fine."
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