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Anywho, back to the Axel/Roxas goodness…

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God… I feel… I feel… what am I feeling…? I feel so…

Everything became a hazy blur.

Axel was reading a book of some sorts on his bed, which was sort of weird. Axel really hated reading, but his blond-haired buddy told him it was good for 'im. Made him smarter -- psh. Like he wasn't smart enough! Atleast he could read, isn't that good enough? But Roxas told him to. He wasn't sure why, but it felt as if Roxas's words were law. Wait… feel? Why should he feel manipulated to be doing anything? And by Roxas?

Whoa. Thinking too much. Wayyyy too much.

His previous thoughts then became interrupted when he heard some weird loud bang on his door. What the hell was that? his mind growled.

Running his hand through his crimson locks, the pyromaniac put down the book and got up, striding to his door. "My, who could it be?" he asked in a mockingly sing-song voice, smirking to himself. Upon opening the door through a twist of a cold brass knob, a body fell into his arms.

Axel's green eyes widened. "Roxas…?"

Roxas was wet. And cold. Wet and cold. His eyes were half-lidded and his face was paled to a lighter shade than it usually was. He must've gotten light-headed and fainted, collapsing against Axel's door.

"…Axel…" he breathed, consciousness returning to him, feeling faint. "…my head hurts…"

Axel looked at him hard and nodded. He held Roxas gently to his chest and tried to hoist him up against him higher so he could carry him with more ease, but without jerking him too roughly. He carried the blond to his bed and laid him on it as safely as he could. He sat on the floor, elbows resting on the mattress, his hands holding his head up so he could stare at Roxas's relaxed form. "So… you gonna tell me what happened, Rox?"

Roxas closed his eyes and sighed. "I was outside."

Axel eyed the window, which covered in splatters of water. "In the rain?"

Roxas nodded slightly.

"Why would you do that?" Roxas, Axel swore, sometimes had no common sense.

"I had to clear my head about stuff… I guess…" the blond admitted.

"Stuff? What kind of stuff?" Axel couldn't help but be nosy.

Roxas just stayed quiet. "…and then, my head started to feel a little fuzzy, so I figured you could help or… I dunno, something."

So, Roxas went outside with the weather like this? How long was he out there? Long enough to catch a cold, obviously… and then Roxas came to him, of all people. What the heck could HE do, of all people? He WAS his best friend, but still. Roxas must be really vulnerable to colds, though, Axel figured. Poor guy.

"I'm cold," Roxas stated simply, with a shiver.

"Well, your clothes are soaked. Of course it's cold."

"Yeah…"

…awkward silence. Luckily, it didn't last long when Axel flashed Roxas a sort of stern look.

"Well… I could… y'know… take them off for you…"

Roxas shot him a confused look and blushed. "You have got to be kidding me."

"I-I'm serious!" Axel fought. "I don't mean… like that…" Oh god… even he could start to feel his face getting hot. "Unless you want your cold to get worse!"

"It's not a cold."

"…Roxas."

"Well, just a small one…"

"You passed out! On my door!"

"…so?"

"Roxas, I've seen you without a shirt before. It's no. Big. Deal." Axel practically lied through his teeth. No big deal? Axel thought Roxas was freaking hot. But it's not like he made that obvious or anything. "So, what's it gonna be, Rox?"

Roxas pouted and blushed. "…whatever. Just get me out of these damn clothes already!"

Axel snickered. It almost sounded like… you know.

Shaking those thoughts out of his head, he straddled Roxas's hips and undid the faux necklace of Roxas's cloak. "Whatever you say," he smirked. It was more fun if he was on top of Roxas like that. He gripped the pull of the wet cloak's zipper and pulled it down slowly, little by little revealing more of Roxas's pale chest with each tug, and Axel definitely didn't let the opportunity slip -- his glance roamed over ever inch of skin he could see. Roxas could feel his face getting even hotter. He felt so… exposed… he didn't let people see his bare skin (other than his face) very often at all. This wasn't even… romantic or anything! Axel was just helping him out a little.

That's. It.

So why did his breath hitch every time one of Axel's slim fingers would (accidentally, surely) graze over his skin?

"Roxas? Are you okay? You look pretty red…"

"Shut up!" Roxas snapped.

Axel raised his hands in defense. "Geeez, sorry I asked, Mr. Moody." He finally removed Roxas's cloak, leaving Roxas in just pants, as he tossed the soggy cloak somewhere aside. "Don't worry, I won't take off anymore."

"I know," Roxas said, looking away. "Sorry." He then sat up, peering at Axel who was still sitting on the floor. "I got your bed all cold and wet."

Axel shrugged. "No problem." He flashed a toothy grin at the blond.

Roxas smiled back, but right after, shivered at the cold air blowing softly against his newly bare skin, causing light goosebumps to appear on it. He wrapped his arms around himself.

"Still cold?"

Roxas hmf'd. "No."

"Liar."

"…I just don't wanna trouble you anymore," the blond admitted.

Axel closed his eyes and smiled to himself, leaning back. "C'mere, Roxas," he urged.

"What for?"

"Just do it."

Roxas blinked at him, obviously confused. Shrugging, he got off the bed to join Axel on the floor. "Um?" he squeaked. His blue eyes then instantly widened at what he just felt: Axel pulling the smaller boy into his lap, long arms draping over him and locking him into place, tightly. He held Roxas closely, so their chests touched. "A-Axel?"

"Hm…" Axel cradled the blond, "despite what you say, I'd say you still feel pretty warm." His hands roamed the soft skin on Roxas's bare back.

Roxas blushed. "Axel…"

Axel kissed his cheek, giving it a small lick. Instead of pulling away like Axel had imagined, Roxas wrapped his arms around the taller one's neck, and his legs around his hips, to fix their slightly uncomfortable position. He sighed into his chest. It felt… nice…

Axel continued to nuzzle him. "…cute…" he murmured. He then guided Roxas down to the floor, so they were laying down, holding each other side-by-side, in a mess of arms and legs tangled around one another.

"…do you still have that headache?" Axel asked, breaking the silence.

Roxas nodded against his chest. "A little…" he said, muffled. He wasn't sure why he really went along with this…

Axel kissed Roxas's forehead, running his fingers through Roxas's blond locks. "'kay," he said simply.

Roxas sighed, contently. Even though they were… on the floor… Roxas certainly felt glad that he chose to come to Axel.

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"I had to clear my head about stuff… I guess…" the blond admitted.

"Stuff? What kind of stuff?" Axel couldn't help but be nosy.

The fact that I couldn't stop thinking about you, Roxas thought to himself. Like he'd ever admit that.

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Hah… I wrote this because I've been feeling freaking dizzy all day.. Still am. Maybe I should lay down. D:

But nah. I had to write this, so… BE HAPPY THAT I MAKE SACRIFICES FOR YOU, DERNIT.

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Hopefully I'll try to incorporate some Riku/Sora for the next one… -shrugs- Argh, I don't even know. Just be nice and review me, dammit. xD