Author(s): Muffin

Title: Does the Cloak Make the Man?

Pairing: Axel/Roxas

Warnings: I am a warning here to inform you this fic you are about to read contains yaoi, language, possible OOC, crappy attempts at humor and implied sexual content. If you do not like any of the things listed before you then I suggest you leave now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, but if I did all the hot boys would totally be paired up together and it would be made into a sequel!

Summary: Are Organization XIII's cloaks just for show or do they hold more useful purposes?

A/N: Hi all and welcome to my first official little fanfic! I'm a more artsy kind of person, but I just had to write about our little cannon couple. On a side note Roxas and Axel are friends in this story and they still are in the Organization (just not right now). Well, anyways read and hopefully enjoy!

-Key to Work-

"Talking"

Thoughts

Emphasis

:Action:

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Axel had just done the stupidest thing he could think of (today). He tried to dye his hair. Now, it wasn't as though he thought his hair was bad or anything to begin with, he just wanted a change. Boy what a mistake that had been. Currently he had to figure out his way through Traverse Town to get to the temporary apartment he shared with Demyx before anyone could see this hair 'don't' on his head.

"Axel?"

Too. Late. It was Roxas. The one person he actually didn't want to see today and that was saying something. Stopping dead in his tracks and keeping a firm grip on his Organization XIII cloak hood, Axel tried to conjure up something, scratch that, anything to say for the situation he was in at this very moment. He could see Roxas inching closer and his mind was deciding to go blank. What else could go wrong?

"Axel?"

The blond was almost right in front of him trying to get a better look to see who he was actually talking to, but Axel wouldn't let him grasping his hood as if his life depended on it and in this case it did.

Even though his face was covered by the shadow of the black cloak, Roxas could still tell it was indeed Axel he was speaking to.

"Hello? Earth to Axel" Roxas said while waving a peachy pale hand in font of the 'red' heads face.

Shit! I have to say something! I can't just ignore my quote unquote boyfriend now can I? Just try to remain calm. That's the key….calm.

"Hey Roxas baby. What are you doing out here this firetific day?" Oh yeah Axel. Firetific! What the hell was that! You're such an idiot sometimes. More then usual today I suppose. Maybe it's the dye.

Did Axel just call me baby? Does he know I like him! Oh my god, he doesn't know I dream about him does he…ugh never mind. I'll worry about that later! "What am I doing? I should be asking you the same question."

The so called red head just stared down at the spiky headed blond as he continued to talk non-stop.

"I've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes…blah blah blahblah…"

I wonder if I could make my flawless escape without my lover boy noticing me.

The blond had just about had it with Axel ignoring him. Was he really that unimportant to his best friend?

"Axel!"

"Huh?" a dazed Axel stuttered. "Where's the fire?"

"See, there you go spacing out again." Roxas was starting to worry.

"I guess I just have a lot on my mind right now." Like trying to get home and fast!

"Uh huh sure, anyways, there has been something I've wanted to ask you for a while now."

Axel stood agape. Yes! Is Roxas finally going to reveal his true feelings towards me? I wonder if he's the type to ask for sex right away. I can see it all now. Roxas beneath me, eagerly begging for a good fuck. Running my fiery fingertips over his bare skin making him arch his back every so slightly. Strangled moans eliciting from that sensuous parted mouth of his…

Not again a frustrated Roxas mentally sighed. "Axel."

No no. Roxas's cry would sound more needy and desperate. More like—whoa you maniac! Let's see what he has to say first before you start jumping to these sex conclusions Axel's inner self preached.

Fine. If you say so.

Recovering to a somewhat normal state of mind the pyro replied to the awaiting blue eyed boy.

"Go on Roxas my little fuckable toy I'm listening."

"I was sorta wondering why you were wearing a cloak in the middle of summer."

Struck. Down.

Damn Roxas you sure know how to kill a good fantasy a disgruntled Axel cursed inwardly.

"What this?" the fire fanatic said as he stretched the out the leather like material to demonstrate his point only to suddenly remember to return his hand back to it's position on the hood.

"Yes that"

Crap. "Well there is a perfectly good reason why I have this on."

"Which would be?" a very-interested-blond-teen voiced.

Axel was now stuck between a rock and a Roxas. "I well…that is I…forget it…I can't lie to you. The truth is I'm wearing my mom's dress."

The blue eyed boy just blinked. "Your…mom's…dress?"

"Yes you see I'm helping her out with her new career move and she forced me to try one of her proto-types on and who could blame her. I'm the perfect model thanks to this sexy body of mine."

"I…I…" Roxas was truly at lost for words.

"So as you can see I'm in a hurry so I better be going. Catch ya later blondie!"

Finally, at last Axel was home free, however, it just so happened he didn't see the little puddle of blue goop on the ground emitting from the melting popsicle in Roxas's left pocket and before he knew it his ass was connecting with the unforgiving earth.

At this very moment Roxas saw something not resembling this so called 'dress' Axel had mentioned; in fact it was something slightly paler. It was Axel's legs and apparently he liked to go commando of all things in public. Quickly turning away from the site of his bare-it-all friend the blond quickly shot out a helping hand.

Axel took the hand and was up in no time flat (with a little more effort on his side). Now, knowing it was safe to look Roxas gazed up to ask the pyro if he was alright, but instead was greeted with an eyeful of bleach blond hair.

"Man thanks Rox" Axel said while brushing off the dirt of his crisp black cloak "I'm surprised I didn't…"

"A-A-Axel" Roxas stuttered out.

That's when he felt it. His hood was gone.

"Wait before you say anything I can exp---" yet Axel couldn't finish his explanation due to a certain questioning blond.

"What did you do Axel!" Roxas was flabbergasted. What had his friend done to himself?

Damn it all! He wasn't supposed to see this! Damn DAMN DAMN! Now, I'm going to have to make up an excuse for this too..:smirk: and I know just the thing to do the once red head declared.

While Axel was pondering, Roxas was taking in the site of the hair. It looked like a mix between a yellow crayon on steroids with an added dose of blinding sheen to it. So floored by the shock of it all left the teen oblivious to his chin being grabbed and being redirected by his now blond friend.

"Well Roxxy" Axel said at a whisper into his now repositioned ear "do you want to know the reason why I dyed my hair?"

Roxas just stood there and nodded innocently trying not to sub come to the blush that was about to surface from being touched by his secret crush.

"To cut a long story short I heard blonds have a lot more fun." And with a nip and a lick of the sensitive flesh, Axel released his captive and made his way home leaving in his wake a tomato faced Roxas, but not without a final thought of reassurance.

Good thing this'll wash out in a week.

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A/N: Well how was it? I tried my best and I would love reviews, but please no flames. I really don't see the point in trying to hurt someone's feelings. Furthermore, I may just keep this a oneshot or maybe I'll add some more pairings and such later on or continue this on as a Axel/Roxas fic. Not sure yet. You decide? So, go on. Press the little periwinkle button that says 'GO'. You know you want to:Smile: