Just Friends?

Walking down the deserted street, Roxas kept his ears open, listening for any stray sounds.
He took a cautious step forward and held his breath.
Suddenly, a black and red blur shot past, laving him dazed.
“Axel!” # 13 shouted, running down the nearest alley, his eyes searching for the Flurry of Dancing Flames.
“Heh heh,” came the playful voice of # 8 from somewhere on the rooftops.
Roxas’s gaze shot upward just in time to see the redhead leap down from his perch and fly toward him, eyes gleaming.
Before he knew it, # 13 was flat on the pavement, his friend sitting on top of him, grinning.
Sora’s nobody freed his arms and attempted to push Axel off, but the redhead remained still and unmoving on his friend’s legs.
“Axel!” Roxas yelled, struggling under # 8’s weight.
“What?” the Flurry of Dancing Flames asked innocently, placing his hands on # 13’s abdomen.
“Get OFF!” Roxas put inflection on his last word, trying to make himself sound angry and annoyed, but Axel saw right through it.
“I like it here,” # 8 said plainly, drumming his long fingers against his friend’s ribcage, unaware that he was tickling Sora’s nobody.
Giggling, Roxas tried to stop Axel’s hands with his own, but to no avail.
“What’s wrong, Roxas?” the redhead asked teasingly as he engulfed # 13’s small hands in his giant palms.
“I…I’m…” # 13 said between laughs, but before he could finish his sentence, Axel froze, his hands leaving Roxas’s fingers.
The redhead stood up and turned away from his friend, his eyes focused on the dirty ground.
A-Axel?” Sora’s nobody asked worriedly, propping himself up on his elbows.
Facing Roxas, the redhead sighed before saying,
“Did you know that, uh….” he trailed off and let his gaze fall to the ground once again.
“What?” # 13 demanded, becoming increasingly concerned.
“You’re……..uhhh……..” Axel started, unsure of how to phrase it.
“Just spit it out,” Roxas said with a smile.
After he took a deep breath, # 8 quickly spat,
“You’re hard.”
“Huh?” Sora’s nobody asked, confused.
Axel thought for a moment, then said,
“Look down.”
Glancing downward, it took Roxas a few seconds to realize what his friend meant.
Noticing his erection, # 13 blushed and apologized,
“I’m so sorry, Axel. I didn’t m-”
He was interrupted by the redhead, who openly said,
“It’s alright, Roxas. The thing that bothers me is that you didn’t tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“That you’re…..gay.”
“What?!” Sora’s nobody protested, “I’m not gay!”
“Well how do you explain that?” Axel questioned, nodding his head at # 13’s bulge.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Roxas explained, “You were tickling me…and you’re body…was just….radiating heat.”
“Oh,” the redhead mumbled, sounding disappointed as he turned away.
“Are you alright?” the younger nobody asked.
Axel didn’t answer.
“What’s wrong?” Roxas insisted, his voce growing louder.
# 8 stood quietly, not wanting to speak.
“Fine,” # 13 exclaimed, “Don’t talk to me.”
He got to his feet and continued as he walked away,
“Maybe you’d miss me, but I wouldn’t miss you.”
Axel’s heart stopped and the air stuck in his throat as his friend’s words cut through him achingly slow.
He turned around slowly, expecting Roxas to still be there, but the Key of Destiny had vanished.
“Roxas?” the redhead asked quietly, looking around.
No answer.
“Roxas?” he said louder, running to the end of the alley and peering frantically around the corner.
# 8 jumped to the rooftops and began to search the city, but Roxas had already hidden himself.