Uhh, don't even ask me, yo. This little whatever-it-is is courtisy of several sleepless nights, boring-as-dirt SexEd classes, and...uhh...my recently reoccurring Vampire obsession.

I know, I know. I have a habit of just leaping into things, but I assure you, this one will make more sense as it goes on. I'll also be working on the prequel to this, which, you don't really have to read to understand THIS ONE, but...well, it's sort of a filler, I suppose. -shrug-

Anyway, same basic thing. I dunno. Hope you enjoy. I personally like where the story is headed, and so I will continue it no matter what. Yesh.

...Yes, it IS late at night. -yawns-

Also, as a note, there won't be any smexing in this. I promise. -crosses heart- There WILL be some "ehhh" moments, but no smexing. I promise. -repeating self tiredly-

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Square Enix, Disney, etc.

"Harder," the blonde whispered, clutching at the sheets beneathe him. The redhead straddling his body ran a hand through the straw-colored locks.

"I...I shouldn't," he murmured, nibbling at the other's neck. "This is a bad idea," he continued, huskily, as the blonde arched against him pleadingly.

"Axel," Roxas begged, eyes hazy as he draped his arms around the other's neck. "I need you to touch me...!"

"I'm touching you," Axel hedged, gaze averted. He sat on the edge of the fluffy mattress, staring alternately at his shoes and the dusty window showing the full moon outside. Roxas frowned, crawled foreward.

"Don't you want me?"

"I want you."

"Then why do you always do this?" The Vampire flinched at the pain in the blonde's voice.

"Because I-" He sighed and looked away. "I can't. I want you!" he cried, before Roxas could walk out. "But I...I don't want to hurt you."

There was a long pause in which the blonde, standing sock-foot next to his bed, stared at the crimson-haired Vampire he'd met in high school, and the redhead stared back.

"I have to go soon," Axel finally said, glancing uneasily at the approaching dawn.

"Yeah," Roxas agreed sadly. He checked to make sure his father's scuffed alarm clock was set, crawled into bed, and watched the Vampire who perched by his feet. Axel stood and strode to the window, looking pensive. His long fingers played half-heartedly at the latch.

"I love you," Roxas offered shyly. Axel looked toward him, single visible eye filled with compassion. In a flash, he'd kissed the blonde's forehead oh-so gently, and in the next second, had one foot out the window.

"Goodnight, Rox," he all but sang. And then he was gone, and the sun was peeking sleepily over the hill-crested horison, slowly lulling Roxas to sleep.