A/N: Hi there 8D! I know I don't have like...any followers on this account, so I don't know if anyone will actually see this story... But if you do, you can find the one shot that started all this - I Kissed A Boy - on my other account, Shotapants. I'm using this account because I've forgotten the login to my other, ahahaha;;

Anyways! I hope you enjoy this story, albeit lacking most desireable things in a story. Like a plot. That's just the way my fanfics are these days. /sigh.

Chapter One

All Axel could think as he stared at the sixteen year old blond was that the Gods had obviously planned this meeting so that he would be completely off guard, with chocolate icing smeared on his cheek.

Jerks.

Axel hadn't seen Roxas since that fateful night four weeks ago, where they had met at a party, gotten drunk and then screwed like rabbits right into the early hours of the next day. Then the above mentioned blond had vanished off of his radar completely- and now he was standing in all his young, supple glory across the counter of the bakery Axel worked at when he wasn't doing catering.

"Uhm, hi there." Axel greeted lamely, putting down the piping bag he had in his hands so that he could wipe at his cheek. "Long time, no see."

"I never imagined you working at a bakery." Roxas replied, glancing around the small store. "I thought you were a caterer."

"I am. I just work here between jobs. We get a lot of supplies from he- That's not the point." Axel said, butting in on himself as he tried to focus on one train of thought at a time. "What are you doing here? You totally vanished, and now you're standing in my workplace, and it doesn't seem like an innocent mistake." Axel wasn't angry- just severely confused. He didn't like it.

"I felt bad, for just vanishing on you like that." Roxas replied, still with that almost bemused grin on his charming lips. "You seemed to have enjoyed me so much, after all."

"...Little devil." Axel muttered, wiping his hand on his apron (he still hated aprons.) and moving to lean on the counter. "Whaddya want?"

"Can't I just want to see you?"

"It's been four weeks, Roxy." Axel replied flatly. "Why would you want to suddenly see me after so long?"

For once, Roxas seemed to be at a loss for words. He walked closer to the counter, leaning on it the same way Axel was so that their lips were only a small tilt of the head away from touching. "I'm moving."

Axel's initial reaction to the news was the impulse to cry out 'WHAT?' but, he compressed the urge, and tried his best to digest the news and come out seeming aloof. Such an over reaction would seem strange from someone who had only hung out with the kid for only – albeit glorious – one night. "Really? Where to?"

Roxas shrugged. "Up north, does it matter? I don't want to go."

Axel raised an eyebrow at the blond, trying to figure out why Roxas was telling him this- to upset him? To see if he would care at all? Well, the news certainly had stirred something in Axel, although he couldn't figure out precisely what those feelings were. All he could really focus on at the time was the elegant cupid-bow of Roxas' top lip, and the deep, deep blue of his eyes. "When do you leave?"

"A weeks time."

"And how does all this concern me?" Axel asked, a little to bluntly he thought, in hindsight.

"Let me live with you. I can pay board, and I'll still be going to school. You would barely notice I was there- I would even do house chores if you really want me to. Just please, keep me in this city. I don't want to leave here- especially not with my parents. Please, Axel." The plea come out sounding like one long, breathless sentence that Axel felt, rather than heard. Roxas' sweet, warm breath played on his lips every time Roxas uttered a word. It took him a long time to realize just what Roxas was asking.

"Live with me?" Axel parroted, straightening up and busying himself with wiping down the (back) of the display cabinet and rearranging the tray of muffins on the counter. "Live with me? But- What the heck would your parents say? What would you say to them? 'Sorry guys, I'm not going with you, I'm going to live with this guy I slept with four weeks back'?" He stopped, pressed his fingers to his temples, and breathed. "Why would you want to live with me? You barely know me."

"On the contrary, I think I know you rather well." Roxas grinned, seeming to be amused by the way Axel vocalized his thoughts, and not at all bothered by the way Axel seemed to be so far rejecting the entire idea.

"That does not count as knowing me." Axel shot back, "If knowing that part of you was the same as knowing the rest of you, we would be fit to be married."

Roxas laughed softly, watching Axel with his impossible-to-say-no-to look in his eyes. "Anyways, what do you say? Let me stay with you. You have nothing to lose."

"...I don't want your parents showing up at my place with the police, ready to arrest me for kidnapping or some shit." said Axel as he folded his arms over his narrow chest and finally started to seriously consider it. Roxas was right- he wouldn't be losing anything. In fact, he would be gaining extra money and a free maid. And possibly someone to keep him entertained on nights when he couldn't sl- No, he couldn't let that happen again, despite how delectable Roxas was. "How...How about we do a trial? If it doesn't work out, I'll ship you up to your parents and that'll be the end of it. Alright?"

Roxas' face lit up with a face-splitting grin and he reached to catch the front of Axel's shirt and pull him into a kiss, to which the red head (almost) immediately pulled away from.

"Hey, hey, hey. We can't do that. Once was more than enough. I'm pretty sure I can still get arrested for doing that sort of stuff with you." Axel frowned a little, trying to stop himself from licking at his lips. "I finish at four, do you remember where my apartment is?"

"Of course."

"Great, make your own way there."'

"How did you find where I worked, anyways?" Axel asked as he unlocked his apartment door, which Roxas had been sitting outside of for God knows how long. The question had been bugging him all afternoon.

"I just told my father that I wanted to use the same catering for my good-bye party as he used for his, so he gave me the number. Then I asked about you, and they told me that you worked there."

Unbelievable. Axel thought, but only gave Roxas a moment of staring before proceeding inside. I should really ask them not to give out personal details.

Axel's apartment was a small one. The dinning room and living room were connected, the kitchen was only big enough for one person to stand in at a time (and was painted horrible puke yellow, Axel had been meaning to change it ever since he moved in), the bathroom only had what was absolutely vital for a bathroom, and his bedroom barely had room for his double bed and dresser.

But he liked it. It had been his home for almost a year now, and he was slowly making it perfect for him- Although, he wasn't the cleanest person, being a twenty year old male, and there were a few questionable things growing in the bathroom and a stack of takeaway containers in the kitchen.

"So, where am I gonna sleep?" Roxas asked as he looked around, his bags had been dumped just inside the door. He didn't seem to mind that the apartment was probably the total opposite of what he was used to living in. Some fancy house on the west side, Axel suspected.

"On the couch, where else?" Axel asked as he flopped down onto said couch and pulled out the pack of cigarettes that he'd been itching to have ever since Roxas showed up. He tapped out one and was about to light it when Roxas interrupted his little ceremony.

"You smoke inside?" He asked, sounding mildly disgusted by the fact. He watched Axel like he were a heathen.

"Hey, it's my apartment," He retorted, lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag on it, letting the smoke be released as he spoke. "I can do what I like in it. No-one's forcing you to hang around."

Roxas bit his lip a little, before going over to the nearest window and pushing it open. "At least let some air in while you do it. And why do I have to sleep on the couch?"

"Because you sure as hell ain't sleeping in my bed. We can't do anything like that, kiddo, absolutely not. You're on the couch." said Axel as he tapped off ash into the shell on the coffee table. "And I'm gonna take you up on that maid offer you made. And you have to go to school every single day or you're going straight back to your parents. Even if they don't know you're here, I'm sure they're going to expect you to take care of yours-Hey!"

The sudden exclamation of Hey! was because Roxas, laughing, had dropped himself into Axel's lap, taken his cigarette, snubbed it out in the shell ash tray, and then slung his arms around his shoulder.

"Relax, Axel. Breathe." He whispered, because he was so close that talking at a normal pitch probably would've hurt Axel's ears. "You don't have to be my substitute parent, I'm going to take care of myself. I'm going to go to school, look after the apartment, and look after you." He finished with a peculiar smirk, and kissed Axel on the tip of his nose.

"You really are a little devil, you know that? You're four years my junior and you're going to take care of me?" Axel laughed a little, watching Roxas screw his nose up as he caught the smell of cigarettes on Axel's breath. "Do you even have a job to pay rent with?"

"I can get money." Roxas retorted, looking undignified for a moment. "Don't you worry about that. Don't worry about me."

Axel gave him a long, skeptical gaze before reaching around the blond for his cigarette, relighting it and huffing a lungful of smoke in Roxas' face. The kid started to cough and Axel felt bad. "Alright, kiddo. I won't worry about you. But you're still on the couch and I expect a hundred bucks for board every week." He said. He felt old, treating Roxas- who reminded him so much of himself a few years back- like a good-for-nothing teen. "Deal?"

"Deal." Roxas grinned, leaning in again. "Seal it with a kiss?"

"In your dreams, little devil." Axel replied flatly, gently pushing Roxas' face back.

"Indeed." The blond grinned.