Notes: This was the first fic I ever wrote. It might be AkuRoku; it might be RokuAku. could work either way
Alaska
Axel grinned like a shark. Out the bedroom window he could see across directly into Sora's bathroom. The fool didn't have textured glass in the window, and Axel enjoyed taking advantage of the situation. Right now he could see Riku backing Sora up against the vanity. Obviously the pipsqueak was asking for it. Only seconds before he'd been sticking a bath brush into the shower where Riku was. Even if Sora could be so damn annoying, Axel could hardly resist the little Roxas look-alike.
"Axel! I knew you were a perv, but now you're a peeping Tom too?" Roxas snarled, ripping his spike-headed lover away from the window. Axel's grin yawned wider at the sight of Roxas in a towel, his cowlick temporarily subdued. Roxas turned away and jerked open the top bureau drawer, then the next and the next. At last he turned to Axel, the towel clutched around his middle.
"Axel, where are my boxers?" asked Roxas, fearing the answer. Axel went to his own drawers and flung an article at Roxas, who picked up the garment, dropping the towel as he shook the boxers straight. He looked at the flame print and scowled at Axel.
"These are yours," he growled.
"So? Wear them anyway," chuckled Axel.
"They'd never stay up," said Roxas, rolling his eyes. "I don't have hips the size of Alaska. Really, where's my underwear?"
Axel flirtatiously pulled down one side of his baggy sweat pants, revealing five or six waistbands. Roxas smacked his head against the wall.
"Axel," he grumbled over-patiently, "may I please have my boxers back?"
"You want 'em?" Axel taunted, shaking his Alaska-sized hips. "Come and get 'em!" Roxas leaped.
In the ensuing scuffle, Roxas somehow wound up with his back against the blinds, his arms pinned to the window frame. Axel was just barely still wearing the last pair of boxers and was exploring Roxas' jaw with his tongue. Roxas pushed the skinny oaf away from him and smacked him gently.
"What do you want?" he accused, giving himself a little space.
"Nothing," Axel muttered sullenly. "What do you want?"
"My boxers back."
"What, these ones?" Axel smiled, snapping the elastic of said garment and running his hand carefully over Roxas' hip. Roxas grabbed two generous handfuls of Alex's shirt and shoved his nose into the redhead's face.
"Liar!" he hissed. "You do too want something!" Summoning all the strength in his petite frame, he shoved Axel onto the floor, landing heavily on top. Axel cackled and curled his arms around Roxas' neck.
"You know me so well," he chortled, his hands straying down his partner's back. Roxas smelled a cheesy comment coming on, and covered Axel's mouth with his own.