Needing

By Spiral Seeker

Warnings: Slash. Angst.

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"Roxas. I need you." Axel says desperately, because he can't take it anymore. It had been months of watching his best friend and realizing that being best friends just wasn't enough for him. It wasn't enough to fill the gaping hole inside him that he had never really noticed before the blonde came into his life those few months before.

They had been dancing around it for weeks. Whenever they were together, there was tangible tension crackling between them, and they skittered around it—worked around the strain with friendly quirks, friendly pats on the back, friendly smiles, and all Axel knew was that friendly was driving him insane, clawing at him when he watched the boy work, smile, laugh. Fuck being friendly, this was madness.

"Wh—what?" Roxas was stammering, had Axel just said that? And he's turned around and Axel is suddenly very, very close, looking down at him with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Axel, man. I, I don't know what you're, um…" and his voice is trailing away because Axel has stepped closer and his back is against the wall, their chests are almost touching, and Roxas wants this but doesn't, he's scared and Axel is just too close and if he'd just back up maybe he could think straight and ignore the green of Axel's eyes, it's frightening and beautiful because that means that Axel wants him and—

"Axel, what's going on with you—" His voice is a strained whisper and he tries to laugh all friendly like he normally does, but that seems to push his friend over the edge because Axel puts his hands on the wall to either side of Roxas's head and is staring into him eyes with an intensity that makes Roxas squirm.

"You heard me. I don't need to ask if you've got it memorized." Axel's voice is quiet, and if he didn't care about the boy so much it might be dangerous. "I just, I just want to—" And he's pressing a chaste kiss to Roxas's lips, and he wants more—but more than that he wants Roxas to want this, too. He pulls away, searching those blue eyes and he's hanging on a thread, lost and confused but he wants Roxas there with him.

Roxas doesn't say anything, only his eyes widen in response when lips touch his, and he thinks he wants this from Axel, wants to hold him, embrace him, kiss him, but he's never felt anything like this and it was scary because he wasn't gay, no, not at all, but something in the redhead stirred him in a way he really shouldn't be stirred, and—

"Axel," He pulls away from his friend, trying not to see the visible hurt in those eyes, "I need, I need time to, to think."

"Why?"

Roxas looked down. Axel hadn't moved.

"Roxas. Why?"

"…Because I think I need you, too."