Their first kiss wasn't a kiss.
It was sort of appropriate, in retrospect - that the tingling moments beforehand, Axel slumped on the floor with tears rolling solidly down his cheeks, Roxas standing with disdain before crouching and leaning close. He pressed in softly, always the aggressor, always the first move. Axel let him move closer, put his hands on his friend's shoulders - and gently dragged him away from his mouth, instead pressing Roxas' face to his chest, sobbing softly and squeezing the smaller boy tightly, a desperate, awkward hug.
Roxas heard him whisper.
"It's so empty." He said softly, and paused. "...Can you hear it?"