AN: I've known what I wanted to write for this prompt for about a month, but could I get the words onto the page? It fought me every step of the way. Prompt number 45 - "My, my, have you been naughty."

Under the harsh bathroom light, the bruises on his hips stood out like purple beacons. Fingertip-sized, they were a welcome reminder of last night's activities. Usually, Roxas was the one with the bruises and aching muscles, but not this time. Axel smiled as the memories filled his thoughts. They'd been so impatient last night, and in a rare role-reversal, Roxas had taken charge. It was all a result of that party they'd been to – a celebration for their tenth anniversary. They hadn't wanted to make a fuss about it, but their friends had insisted, keeping them there long after they'd wanted to sneak away. By the time they'd escaped, they were desperate for each other.

Switching on the shower, Axel stepped under the warm spray. No doubt Roxas would be joining him in a few minutes. Perhaps they could have a repeat performance.

Now he thought about it, the bedroom floor had been unusually devoid of clothing. That meant they'd be finding it all over the house for the next day or so, since getting it off had been the priority, not worrying about where it went. Last time, they'd found a sock in a vase of flowers and a pair of boxers taking pride of place on top of a large framed photo. He had a distinct recollection of Roxas ripping his shirt, and buttons flying everywhere.

The door creaked slightly as Roxas staggered into the bathroom. Axel glanced at him, smirking.

"My, my, have you been naughty, Rox."

Roxas, not fully awake, was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Leaving me with bruises where you were clutching my hips so tightly…"

Roxas blushed almost as red as Axel's hair. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise, Roxy." He grinned. "It's so adorable that you can still blush like that after everything we've done."

AN: You know you want to review it really. Go on, please?