Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Father Time seems to find his nightly pleasure in annoying a certain redhead. The day is done, the sun hides to let the moon prevail, and nothing remains to entertain the ancient mythical being. Instead, he finds solace in pestering random humans with a slow tick of the clock.

Tick.

Tock.

Once more.

Tick.

Tock.

"Roxas, it's almost bloody midnight," he groans, flopping his head onto his other shoulder, eyes rolling from the clock to the blond concentrating over his desk.

A little mutter, "M-mm…"

Axel groans, looking back at the clock. Two minutes pass.

"Twelve-oh-two."

This time, his efforts received no more than a grunt. A small smirk found a home on the flame-lover's face.

"Twelve-oh-three."

Nothing. Axel is starting to have fun, now.

"Twelve-oh-three and a half."

Finally, a sharp growl rises from the twitching perfectionist, "Stop."

"Stop what, Roxas? Be specific." It should be illegal to have so much fun from annoyance.

"Stop being a moron."

"I don't think I understand. Twelve-oh-five, by the way." Axel does his best to keep his laughter at bay as the sharp crack of a pencil breaking hits his ears.

"What do you want?"

"Bed."

"Go ahead."

Axel frowns, "Roxy, I'm hurt. We always spend time in bed."

"I'm busy tonight," he replies, pulling another pencil out of the drawer.

"You were busy last night, too, but that didn't stop you from moaning my name."

Another pencil crack and muttered profanity. Axel knew he was getting to his little partner.

"Just go to bed, idiot, I'm running out of pencils."

"Try a pen."

"I need erasers."

"Try a pen with an eraser."

"Try shutting up and going to bed."

The cat-like redhead covers his mouth to keep himself from chuckling.

"But that's boring, Sunshine."

"Don't call me that."

He rolls his eyes, "Such a bright ray of love, you are."

No response. Axel is getting bored.

"Fine," he sighs, thoroughly disappointed as he rises to his feet, "See you tomorrow, I guess."

Axel knows what gets to his small boyfriend, and he knows he gets very guilty when the situation pushes it. He strips to his boxers, climbs into bed, and turns on the TV. He flips unconsciously, volume low, pretending to be highly interested in the few channel choices. He settles with the news.

Cree-eek. Ch-hk.

The door opens and closes silently. Light feet shuffle slightly, clothes being removed.

E-eek.

The bed moans quietly as a weight is places next to the man, crawling under the covers. He smirks as a hairy mass lays itself onto his chest, two lanky arms wrapping around his stomach.

"Stupid annoying red thing…" Roxas mutters, burying into his neck.

Axel kisses his head, turning off the TV, then the light. He drapes his arms around the thin shoulders, holding him close.

"It's only fair, the silence and time was bugging me."

"Shut up."

And, just this once, he decides to obey.