A/N: What happens when Roxas gets drunk? Beta'd by A Spot of Bother
"Hey Axel!" Came the shout, followed by a loud 'thump' on the door. Axel turned of the TV and answered the door, finding his boyfriend sprawled gracelessly on the floor.
"Um, Roxas?" he asked cautiously. Roxas shook his head.
"Damn, who put a door there? Did no one think that I might want to walk there?" he shouted. Axel helped him up and stood aside, watching Roxas teeter into the dorm.
"Roxas, where you out drinking?" Roxas sat down, draping himself across Axel as he giggled. Yes, that's right, Roxas giggled.
"Yep," he responded, laughing at the look of horror on Axel's face.
"And how many drinks did you have?" he asked, worried. One of these days he was going to kill Zexion and Demyx. He swore they got Roxas drunk just for kicks.
"One!" he shouted, holding up three fingers. "But they kept refilling it." Axel groaned. "Hey!" he shouted again, startling the redhead.
"What? What's the matter?" Axel asked with concern laced in his voice. Roxas giggled again and Axel was starting to freak out.
"Your eyes…" he whispered, sitting up to look Axel in the face. "Are really green." He finished. Axel flopped against the back of the couch with a sigh.
"Ok," he groaned. "Alright, I think it's time to get you to bed." Roxas grinned. Axel eyed him suspiciously, never knowing what was going on in his head when he was drunk.
"Ah, Axel," he sighed. "Why does everything lead to sex with you?" Axel felt his face flush. He just knew he shouldn't have let Roxas go out tonight.
"Um, Roxas…" he began, but he was waved off as Roxas climbed into his lap.
"It's ok," he murmured, straddling his boyfriend's lap. "I don't mind." Axel's blush was matching his hair color at this point.
"That's great, but not quite what I meant." God, he thought. Is this what Roxas feels like on a daily basis? Fighting off Roxas' advances, unwillingly of course, Axel set out trying to maneuver him to the bedroom. Landing gracelessly on the bed, Axel tried to shimmy out from underneath the drunken Roxas.
"Axel…" Roxas whispered, staring into his face.
"Yeah?" he asked, sitting still. But he never got an answer because Roxas promptly passed out. Watching his boyfriend sleep, Axel's smile turned into a frown as he contemplated exacting his revenge on Zexion and Demyx.
"Hey," Demyx whispered. Zexion turned over to face him. "How much trouble do you think we're going to be in?" he asked. Zexion smiled softly, remembering how they had purposefully gotten Roxas drunk again.
"I think…" he said slowly, "that Axel will probably flame both of our asses." Demyx's eyes widened. "Unless," Zexion continued, "we think of a probable explanation for getting his boyfriend drunk."
"Can you think of one?" Demyx whispered.
"No."
"Neither can I."
"Well then," Axel said, walking through the doorway. "I do believe you're both out of luck."
