Therapy

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts owns my mind, but I don't own it.

Warning: Fluff and slight mood swing feeling (you'll see what I mean)

Pairing: Axel x Roxas

(Takes place six months after the party)

Roxas stood in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He had let Axel cook once, that was enough to decide that he was never going anywhere near the kitchen ever again. The redhead may have been officially cured, but Roxas wasn't so sure. Axel said that the grease fire was a total accident, but Roxas hadn't missed the glean in the redhead's eyes as he watched the dancing flames. It was just easier to be safe and not let the redhead near anything that could possibly start a fire. With a slight sigh Roxas stirred the scrambled eggs. He felt his lips twitch slightly when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist.

"What's the matter?" a deep voice breathed in the blonde's ear.

"Nothing," Roxas let himself smile and lean back into the embrace, "Just thinking."

"Mm," the redhead hummed, resting his head on Roxas' shoulder.

Roxas let silence wash over them as he stirred the eggs, he rather liked these quiet moments with Axel. Without really realizing it Roxas leaned his head against the redhead's. This is nice. I wish it could always be like this. Roxas almost cursed the eggs for being done as it meant he had to move. Roxas felt the redhead move with him and something inside him seemed to melt. It seemed as if the longer they were together the more Roxas came to depend on Axel. At times it felt like he would simply cease to be without the redhead at his side. Roxas hadn't let anyone in for so long, not since his parents died.

"What's the matter?" Axel breathed against Roxas' neck, the blonde's skin prickling at the sensation.

"What do you mean?" Roxas tilted his head so he could look into Axel's eyes.

"You stopped moving all of a sudden," Axel stood up straight, his eyes seeming to bore into Roxas'.

"I was just thinking," Roxas tried to give a reassuring smile, "It's nothing."

"I'm not stupid Rox; I know when something is bugging you."

Roxas looked away, suddenly unable to meet the redhead's gaze. "It's just," the words seemed like they wouldn't come out, like they were stuck in his throat, "I was just thinking, about my parents."

"You never told me what happened with them," Axel had taken a hold of Roxas once again.

The blond leaned back, finding comfort in the tight embrace. "I don't really like to talk about it," he murmured, "It still hurts."

"Come on Rox, you're a therapist, you know it's not good for you to keep everything bottled up like that."

"Yeah, but it's hard to practice what you preach. I just don't have very good memories regarding my parents."

"It can't be worse than what I've got of my family," the redhead laughed slightly as he spoke, "Come on, let's go sit down and talk this out."

Roxas was about to protest, but then he saw the look on Axel's face and his words died in his throat. With a mumbled "fine" he dished up the eggs and turned toward the living room. Pointedly ignoring the smug grin on Axel's face, Roxas sat the plates down and sat in a single chair. There is no way in hell that I'm going to sit in a chair with him right now, bastard. He just had to go and ruin a nice moment by making me talk about my parents. Not even Sora is dumb enough to make me do that. He could feel the redhead's eyes on him as he began to poke at his food with his fork, but ignored it.

"Well," Axel said expectantly.

"Well what?" Roxas made his point by taking a bite of his eggs.

Axel sighed heavily and without even looking at the redhead Roxas knew what kind of expression he was wearing. He would have his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed, and lips pushed together. "Roxas," Axel's tone surprised Roxas, it was much more gentle than he expected, "You would think that I had earned your trust by now. I mean we've been together for how long?"

"Almost nine months now," Roxas couldn't bring himself to look up, to see the sadness he knew was in Axel's eyes.

"Exactly, you can trust me, I won't judge you for whatever happened."

"Axel I," Roxas finally looked up to meet the redhead's eyes, "It's just hard."

"So take your time."

"Fine," Roxas looked back down at his food and was silent for a moment. Finally he was able to find his voice, "You have to understand that my parents and I didn't really have a good relationship. They were always pushing me to do better, to get a higher test score, to graduate before everyone else. I never felt like they actually saw me for the person I was, to them I was only an IQ score or some kind of accomplishment instead of a person. They were like that with all of us. With Cloud it was martial arts, they pushed him to be national champion five years in a row. Sora had gymnastics, don't look at me like that, he's really good, he almost went to the Olympics. With Demyx it was always music, he plays five instruments now and has played at Carnegie Hall. Namine was always art, you saw her paintings and now she's going to study in France. I guess I can't really blame them for pushing us, they just wanted us to succeed, but I just wish they had seen us as people, as children. I didn't want to go to college when I did, they made me."

Roxas took a breath and glanced over at Axel's face to find a slight sadness in those emerald eyes. Looking back down at his knees, Roxas continued, "I…I should have seen it coming, I mean I was getting a doctorate in psychiatry for gods sakes. My dad got really depressed all of a sudden, but he hid it from us. I think he was ashamed that he couldn't fit the perfect family mold that he had forced on us. If he had just looked around he might have seen that we weren't perfect, that we were all miserable. He liked me best, he started to say that out loud. He actually announced it at dinner one day. Namine and Demyx were crying for hours after that, but he didn't even seem to care. Cloud just shrugged and went over to Sephiroth's and Sora told me he had known for years that dad liked me more. He had the saddest look on his face when he said it too, like it was just a given. One day dad was driving my mother and I to some event at my college when he started to act really weird. He…he…"

"Roxas," Axel had put his hand around the blonde's shoulders. Roxas looked up at the redhead and realized his vision was blurred. A finger brushed against his cheek and he became acutely aware that he was crying. "If it's too hard you can stop, I didn't realize that this was still fresh."

"No," Roxas took a hold of Axel's hand as he moved to take it away, "I need to talk this out, you were right about that."

"Only if you want to," Axel's voice was unusually soft.

Roxas nodded and pulled the redhead down onto the seat next to him, scooting over to make room. He didn't know why, but he desperately wanted to be in contact with the redhead while he was talking, like that would somehow make it easier. He can take away my pain, if only a little. That's why we're still together, he lets me deal with all the crap I'm going through and doesn't judge, even if he doesn't know what it is. It's only fair that he knows what happened, why it's such a big deal to bring up my parents. Taking a deep breath, Roxas continued, "He said that he didn't want us to suffer any longer, that the world was what took away from what we could become. He was ranting about how he didn't want it for us anymore. My mom got really scared, I think she knew what was going on, but I had no clue. I was so stupid not to see it coming, I should have. If I had realized that he meant he was done for good maybe I could have done something to stop him, but I didn't. He drove into the barrier between the highways going almost 100 miles an hour. He died instantly, my mom died two days later in the hospital and I… I was fine. I broke my arm, but nothing else happened to me. But I was there, I saw his body being carried away and my mom, oh my mom," Roxas couldn't take it at that moment and crumpled into Axel's chest shaking with silent tears.

"It's okay," the redhead murmured, "It's okay, I'm here for you."

"I saw what had happened I…I saw everything. They died, they both died, and I was fine. I don't…I don't know why I was left behind…it's not like I deserved to be," Roxas said between sobs.

"Don't even say that!" the sharpness of Axel's voice made Roxas look up at the redhead. Axel seemed genuinely angry at the blond for what he had said. "Don't ever say that again. I don't know what I would do without you. If it wasn't for you I would probably be in jail right now. We both know that I wouldn't have gone through therapy, that I would have messed up somehow and gotten arrested again. I don't care what your parents said to you or how they treated you, you are more than some test score."

"Axel," Roxas was lost for words, no one had ever actually said that to him before. Sure, plenty of people had implied it, but never directly said it. It was too much for the blond to take and he buried his face in the redhead's chest. He could feel the tears falling from his eyes, but didn't care, all he cared about was how Axel tightened his grip and let him bawl like a baby. Finally the sobs seemed to reside themselves and Roxas was able to look up at the redhead once again. "Axel, I," the words didn't seem to want to come out, but Roxas forced himself to speak, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I would never leave you, you know that."

"Yeah," Axel just smiled down at the blond, "I know."

"I kind of dampened the mood, didn't I?"

"Nah," Axel laughed a little and the knot in Roxas' chest seemed to loosen, "It was my fault, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"No, it's fine that you did," Roxas nuzzled his face into Axel's chest, breathing in the redhead's scent, "I actually do feel better after getting it off my chest. I had no idea that it was weighing on me so much."

"How long ago was that, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I don't mind, it was about five years ago."

"And you never talked about it?" Axel seemed almost shocked by that and drew back a little, "No wonder you were crying like a girl."

"Shut up!" Roxas pushed the redhead playfully, "You would be crying to if you went through that."

"Nope," Axel puffed out his chest slightly, "I am the picture of manliness, I never cry."

"Oh really?" Roxas had the best idea suddenly, "Well then, we'll just have to see what Zexion has to say about that."

"You wouldn't dare."

"You're right," Roxas smiled up at the redhead. Suddenly he launched himself off the chair and grabbed the phone. "I'll just do it," he yelled as he ran out of the living room and into his bedroom, Axel in hot pursuit.

"I will make you pay!" Axel yelled as he ran after the blond. All Roxas did was laugh insanely and lock himself in his bathroom.

"I'm calling him!" he called through the locked door. To make his point he held up the phone as he dialed the numbers, letting the redhead hear the beep of the buttons.

"FIRE SHALL RAIN DOWN ON YOUR HEAD!"

"And you shall go to jail," Roxas reminded the redhead, barely suppressing a giggle and maintaining any illusion of masculinity. As Axel banged on the door Roxas waited for the phone to stop ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey Zexion, it's Roxas."

"DEATH! PAINFUL DEATH!"

"Is that Axel?" the voice on the phone asked.

"Yeah that would be Axel. So Zexion, there's something I wanted to ask you."

"HORRIFIC, MAIMING, TORTUROUS DEATH!"

"Shoot," Zexion said.

"Have you ever seen,"

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT! ROXAS IS HIGH, DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!"

"Wow," Zexion laughed through the line, "Whatever it is Axel must really not want you to know about."

"Yeah well," Roxas sat down on the toilet and ignored the furious pounding on the door, "It will ruin his picture of masculinity persona."

"Oh do tell."

"Have you ever seen Axel cry?"

"Yeah, tons of times. He's terrified of spiders, when he sees big ones he squeals like a little girl. And if one of them gets on him he cries."

"Seriously, for a spider?"

"I DO NOT CRY FOR SPIDERS!" came the furious shout.

"Yeah for a spider," Zexion confirmed, "And Titanic, that movie made him bawl like a baby."

"Hm," Roxas smirked at the door which was now shaking, "Quite the picture of manliness."

"Yeah, real macho."

"Well thank you Zexion, that was very helpful."

"Any time," the teen laughed as he hung up the phone.

Still snickering Roxas opened the bathroom door to find a very red Axel. "Hey Axel," Roxas didn't even try to hide the smile from his face, "How's it going?"

"No sex for you ever again," the redhead announced.

"All right," Roxas shrugged, rather enjoying the flustered look that overcame the redhead. He wasn't expecting that one, he should know by now that I can go for a while without sex. I'm not the one who could be described as a pervert after all.

"Wait," Axel seemed to be trying to back track, "I didn't mean ever again I meant…um."

"Yeah, yeah spider boy," Roxas strode past the redhead, patting him on the arm as he went, "I know what you meant."

"I do not cry because of spiders," Axel protested, "I'm manly damn it."

"I know you are, who's manly name do you think I was screaming last night?"

"Don't tease me."

Roxas couldn't help but to laugh at that. "I wasn't teasing you," Roxas smiled over his shoulder in hopes of making the redhead stop pouting, "I was serious, you're very manly."

"Damn straight."

"There's nothing straight about your manliness."

"Oh that's it."

Roxas turned around just in time for the redhead to catch him around the waist and throw him onto the bed. Roxas let Axel crawl onto the bed before smirking widely up at him. "What happened to no sex?"

"Screw it," Axel smirked right back, "Or better yet, screw you."

"Hm," Roxas forced a contemplative look onto his face, "Nah, not right now." Roxas had to laugh at the look on Axel's face, it was just so precious. The redhead honestly looked like his world had just ended. Horny perv, I can't believe he actually thought I was going to sleep with him just like that. My ass still hurts from last night. "Come on Axel," Roxas pushed the redhead off of him, "Let's go eat breakfast before it gets completely cold."

"Fine," Axel didn't seem too pleased, which only served to further amuse Roxas.

Roxas led the way back to the living room feeling rather victorious. I won, that doesn't happen every day. Usually I give into that smirk Axel's so good at. God that smirk is hot. Roxas zoned out for a moment, his thoughts absorbed by the image of Axel's smirk. He didn't notice the coffee table until he walked straight into it.

"Nice," Axel snorted.

"Shut up spider boy," Roxas mumbled his cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

"I do not cry because of spiders!"

They ate in silence, Roxas snickering under his breath the entire time and Axel's eye twitching slightly. You'd think that this would be uncomfortable, but it's not. That's really weird, I mean, technically you could say we just had a fight and aren't talking to each other. Yet somehow I don't feel like that's the case. It's almost like we're just teasing each other and this is part of some kind of act. I've never been in a relationship like that before. Though my previous relationships aren't really that great of examples. I can't lose this, I can't let this go where all my other relationships have ended up, I won't let it. "Hey Axel?" Roxas said tentatively.

"Hm?" Axel looked up, his face no longer holding any semblance of anger or annoyance.

"I was wondering if, um," Roxas looked down at his plate trying to form the words.

"What is it Rox?"

"Would you like to, um, maybe," Roxas took a deep breath and looked up to meet Axel's eyes, "Move in with me."

Axel sat on one of the couches in the living room watching Roxas in the kitchen. He was rather pleased with the fact that he never had to cook, one grease fire and a psychotic look had been enough to make Roxas never let him in the kitchen unattended again. Axel smiled at that memory, it was one of the few times that he got to play with fire anymore. Ever since the blond had confiscated his lighters Axel had been in pyro withdrawal, not that he could say anything about it if he ever wanted sex ever again. The redhead's eyes followed the way Roxas' hips swayed ever so slightly as he stirred the eggs on the stove and was taken over by the sudden urge to touch the blond. Walking over to the blond, Axel wrapped his arms around Roxas' waist just as a sigh escaped the blonde's lips.

"What's the matter?" Axel whispered in Roxas' ear.

"Nothing," Axel felt Roxas lean back into him as he spoke, "Just thinking."

"Mm," Axel hummed in response, resting his head on the blonde's shoulder. He couldn't help but to smile when he felt the blond lean his head against his own. It took a good deal of willpower not to start kissing the blonde's neck, Axel didn't want to ruin the moment by turning it into something that was simply lust filled. He couldn't help but scowl when Roxas moved the eggs from the stove, but chose to follow his movements rather than let go. It was odd, but Axel seemed to be craving contact more and more as time went on. He had never been that way in any of his other very short lived relationships. Suddenly the blond froze, the pan hovering over two plates. "What's the matter?" Axel asked again.

"What do you mean?" Roxas actually sounded confused by the redhead's question.

"You stopped moving all of a sudden," Axel finally stood up straight and stared straight into Roxas' eyes.

"I was just thinking, it's nothing," the blond smiled at Axel, but it seemed somewhat forced to the redhead.

"I'm not stupid Rox; I know when something is bugging you."

Roxas looked away biting his lip slightly, only confirming to Axel that something was indeed wrong. "It's just," the blond paused for a moment before continuing, "I was just thinking, about my parents."

Ah, so that's what's been bugging him. Wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist once again Axel said as soothingly as he could, "You never told me what happened with them."

Axel couldn't help but smile once again when he felt Roxas lean back into the embrace. "I don't really like to talk about it," Roxas' voice was so soft that had Axel not had his head right next to the blonde's he wouldn't have been able to hear him, "It still hurts."

"Come on Rox, you're a therapist, you know it's not good for you to keep everything bottled up like that." And I want to know everything about you, I want us to tell each other everything there is to tell. Don't you trust me with this Rox?

"Yeah, but it's hard to practice what you preach. I just don't have very good memories regarding my parents."

"It can't be worse than what I've got of my family," Axel laughed slightly at the thought that someone so well adjusted could honestly have a bad family history, "Come on, let's go sit down and talk this out."

Axel could see the protest on Roxas' lips and just gave him the look he had seen Riku give Sora on many occasions. Not dropping the face he celebrated on the inside when he heard a mumbled, "fine", from Roxas. I have to remember that that look works on Roxas too. I thought it was just a Sora being gullible thing. Making sure not to have a victory smirk on his face, though he knew he was failing at that, Axel watched as the blond dished up their food and followed him dutifully to the living room. He couldn't help but to scowl when Roxas took a seat in the single chair so he couldn't sit next to him. Axel sat across from him and stared expectantly, but all the blond did was poke at his eggs without meeting the redhead's eyes.

"Well," Axel finally said, trying to get the blond to say something.

"Well what?" Roxas said as he took a bite of his food.

Axel just sighed and fought his urge to get angry. This is a delicate situation Axel, don't get mad. He's probably just trying to get around saying something that hurts to even think about. Just be kind and he'll open up. "Roxas, you would think that I had earned your trust by now," brilliant, guilt trips always work, "I mean we've been together for how long?"

"Almost nine months now," Roxas murmured, not meeting the redhead's eyes. Axel could practically see him crumbling before him.

"Exactly," Axel continued to use his guilt trip to get the blond to talk, "You can trust me, I won't judge you for whatever happened."

"Axel I," the blond finally looked up to meet Axel's gaze, "It's just hard."

"So take your time."

"Fine," Roxas looked back down at his food, his defeat evident in his posture, "You have to understand that my parents and I didn't really have a good relationship. They were always pushing me to do better, to get a higher test score, to graduate before everyone else. I never felt like they actually saw me for the person I was, to them I was only an IQ score or some kind of accomplishment instead of a person. They were like that with all of us. With Cloud it was martial arts, they pushed him to be national champion five years in a row. Sora had gymnastics, don't look at me like that, he's really good, he almost went to the Olympics. With Demyx it was always music, he plays five instruments now and has played at Carnegie Hall. Namine was always art, you saw her paintings and now she's going to study in France. I guess I can't really blame them for pushing us, they just wanted us to succeed, but I just wish they had seen us as people, as children. I didn't want to go to college when I did, they made me."

Roxas paused, taking a shaky breath and looked up at Axel with an unbelievably sad and lost expression. It hurt the redhead to hear how alone Roxas must have felt growing up, but to see that loneliness in his eyes was like having his heart ripped out. All he wanted to do was take the small blond into his arms and hold him until it was better, but Roxas continued on before Axel could move, "I…I should have seen it coming, I mean I was getting a doctorate in psychiatry for gods sakes. My dad got really depressed all of a sudden, but he hid it from us. I think he was ashamed that he couldn't fit the perfect family mold that he forced on us. If he had just looked around he might have seen that we weren't perfect, that we were all miserable. He liked me best, he started to say that out loud. He actually announced it at dinner one day. Namine and Demyx were crying for hours after that, but he didn't even seem to care. Cloud just shrugged and went over to Sephiroth's and Sora told me he had known for years that dad liked me more. He had the saddest look on his face when he said it too, like it was just a given. One day dad was driving my mother and I to some even at my college when he started to act really weird. He…He…"

"Roxas," Axel stood and walked over to the blond so he could put his hand on his shoulder. Roxas looked up and Axel was astonished to see that there were tears in his eyes. Lightly he brushed the tears away with his thumb, it was more painful than anything Axel had ever experienced to see those tears on Roxas' beautiful face, he never wanted to see the blond cry. "If it's too hard you can stop, I didn't realize that this was still fresh."

"No," Roxas' hand suddenly took hold of Axel's, sending tingles through the redhead, "I need to talk this out you were right about that."

"Only if you want to," Axel made sure that his tone was one of complete comfort and understanding. He wasn't expecting to be pulled down into the small amount of room left in the chair that Roxas was sitting in, but made no noise of protest as he settled himself down, he had a feeling that Roxas really needed to be close to someone at that moment.

The blond took a deep breath before continuing, "he said that he didn't want us to suffer any longer, that the world was what took away from what we could become. He was ranting about how he didn't want it for us anymore. My mom got really scared, I think she knew what was going on, but I had no clue. I was so stupid not to see it coming, I should have. If I had realized that he meant he was done for good maybe I could have done something to stop him, but I didn't. he drove into the barrier between the highways going almost 100 miles an hour. He died instantly, my mom died two days later in the hospital and I…I was fine. I broke my arm, but nothing else happened to me. But I was there, I saw his body being carried away and my mom, oh my mom." The blond crumpled into Axel's chest shaking violently.

"It's okay," Axel murmured, stroking Roxas' back gently, "It's okay, I'm here for you."

"I saw what had happened I…I saw everything. They died, they both died, and I was fine. I don't… I don't know why I was left behind…it's not like I deserved to be,"

"Don't even say that!" Axel practically yelled, causing the blond to look up in surprise. He couldn't believe what he had heard Roxas just say, couldn't believe that the blond honestly seemed to think that he didn't deserve to live. "Don't ever say that again. I don't know what I would do without you. If it wasn't for you I would probably be in jail right now. We both know that I wouldn't have gone through therapy, that I would have messed up somehow and gotten arrested again. I don't care what your parents said to you or how they treated you, you are more than some test score."

"Axel," Roxas just trailed off after that. Axel knew he was glaring, but he didn't care, he just couldn't believe what he had heard the blond say. How could Roxas even think that he doesn't deserve to live, doesn't he know how important he is to me. I mean, he's my life, I don't think I could go on without him. "Axel, I…I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I would never leave you, you know that."

"Yeah," Axel made sure that he was smiling down at his blond, "I know."

"I kind of dampened the mood, didn't I?" said the blond.

"Nah," Axel couldn't help but to laugh that away and was relieved when he felt Roxas relax in his grip, "It was my fault, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"No, it's fine that you did," Axel smiled as the blond nuzzled his chest, "I actually do feel better after getting it off my chest. I had no idea that it was weighing on me so much."

"How long ago was that, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I don't mind, it was about five years ago."

"And you never talked about it?" Axel drew back a little shocked by that. Suddenly he felt that he needed to lighten the mood and said the first thing that came to mind, "No wonder you were crying like a girl."

"Shut up!" Roxas shoved the redhead away in a halfhearted manner, "You would be crying too if you went through that."

"Nope," Axel struck what he thought was a manly pose, "I am the picture of manliness, I never cry."

"Oh really?" Axel got a sinking feeling at that tone, "Well then, we'll just have to see what Zexion has to say about that."

"You wouldn't dare."

"You're right," Axel relaxed slightly at the smile the blond gave him. "I'll just do it," the blond yelled as he sprang up from the seat and made a dash for his bedroom, grabbing the phone along the way.

Chasing after him, Axel yelled, "I will make you pay!" His threat was met with maniacal laughter and the sound of the bathroom door slamming and locking.

"I'm calling him!" came a cry from behind the door. Axel wouldn't have believed the blond except for the sound of buttons being pushed that immediately followed the proclamation.

"FIRE SHALL RAIN DOWN ON YOUR HEAD!"

"And you shall go to jail," Roxas said very matter of factly, a slight hint of laughter to his tone.

Axel just started to bang on the door in hopes of getting the blond to open up. After a moment he heard something that made his stomach drop. "Hey Zexion, it's Roxas."

"DEATH! PAINFUL DEATH!"

Another pause then, "Yeah that would be Axel. So Zexion, there's something I wanted to ask you."

"HORRIFIC, MAIMING, TORTUROUS DEATH!" Axel screamed as he tried to break down the door.

"Have you ever seen,"

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM," Axel interrupted, "HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT! ROXAS IS HIGH, DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!"

There was yet another pause as Zexion obviously said something, then Roxas started talking again, "Yeah well, it will ruin his picture of masculinity persona." There was another pause while Axel did his best to break the door down. "Have you ever seen Axel cry?" Axel started to slam his shoulder into the wood, knowing the entire time that it was too late and that his bastard of a brother was already telling Roxas about some embarrassing moment. "Seriously, for a spider?"

"I DO NOT DRY FOR SPIDERS!" Axel yelled, giving up on trying to get into the bathroom at that point.

"Hm, quite the picture of manliness." Axel cringed when he heard another pause followed by, "Well thank you Zexion, that was very helpful." Moments later the door opened and all Axel could do was stare down at the blond. "Hey Axel," the damn brat didn't even have the decency to not laugh at me, "How's it going?"

"No sex ever again," Axel was sure that would get the blond to apologize, the threat always worked on him after all.

"All right," the blond just shrugged, a smug look on his face.

"Wait," Axel stammered, acutely aware that his voice was unusually high, "I didn't mean ever again, I meant…um."

"Yeah, yeah spider by," Roxas said as he walked past Axel, patting his shoulder as he went, "I know what you meant."

"I do not cry because of spiders. I'm manly damn it."

"I know you are, who's manly name do you think I was screaming last night?"

"Don't tease me."

Roxas actually laughed at that. "I wasn't teasing you," he shot a smile over his shoulder that made Axel momentarily lose his train of thought, "I was serious, you're very manly."

"Damn straight."

"There's nothing straight about your manliness."

"Oh that's it," Axel replied and launched himself at the blond, catching him around the waist and throwing him on the bed. Slowly, and hopefully sexily, Axel crawled onto the bed so that he was on top of the blond.

Roxas just smirked at him and said in a very smug voice, "What happened to no sex?"

"Screw it, or better yet, screw you."

"Hm," Roxas seemed to honestly be considering it and Axel was just about to do an inner victory dance when he continued, "Nah, not right now." Axel felt like the world had come to a screeching halt. He would be the first to admit it, he loved his sex, but sex with Roxas was better than anything else he had ever experienced. To be denied it was pure torture to the redhead. "Come on Axel," Roxas said as he pushed the redhead off of him, "Let's go eat breakfast before it gets completely cold."

"Fine," Axel grumbled, not in the least bit happy about having been denied sex. Following the blond back to the living room Axel could tell that Roxas was trying to mess with him, the way he was swaying his hips could not be on accident. Though that belief was pretty much canceled out when the blond walked right into the coffee table. "Nice," Axel couldn't stop the snort that erupted from him.

"Shut up spider boy," Roxas retorted, a fierce blush covering his face.

"I do not cry because of spiders!"

They ate in silence, but it wasn't an uncomfortable one. Probably because Axel wasn't even paying attention to Roxas at that point, he was too busy figuring out his revenge against Zexion. He was pulled out of a very nice image involving shoving Zexion's own knives where they didn't belong by Roxas' voice, "Hey Axel?"

"Hm?"

"I was wondering if, um," Roxas looked down at his plate, a soft blush covering his cheeks.

"What is it Rox?"

"Would you like to, um, maybe," Roxas paused and took a deep breath before meeting Axel's eyes, "Move in with me."