A/N: My Microsoft Word looks really weird right now and I don't approve o.O Oh, and incase previous readers haven't noticed, I changed my penname from my god- awful childish predecessor! It's my favorite word, but I had to spell it wrong because someone already took it T_T

I think Axiku is my favorite slash pairing of all my obsessions I've had. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Dislcaimed.

The cold morning drizzle of Radiant Garden sent welcomed inspiring chills down the nimble spine of a lazing silver headed teen. Armored with his favorite Mickey Mouse pajama pants, hideous house slippers Axel always forgot to return, and a laptop, Riku splayed himself over his prized recliner chair facing the apartment's screen windows. With sleep stained on his aqua orbs, the newly legal teen's mind rebooted to the pace of his computer.

Tick.

Tock.

…

Where the hell was Axel anyway?

The house was quiet to a dangerous extent and the fact that he could wake up to silence was a scary thought. Whatever Axel was up to, leaving the internally hysterical teen to his own, it always ended in hilarity or injury. Riku really couldn't handle the latter at this time of the day.

A few more minutes passed.

The white lidded computer awoke with a satisfied whoosh of air, warm on Riku's lap. The simple silence was puzzling the now paranoid silveret. A prank, scheme, seduction attempt, or surprise attack always lay behind these eerie silences, and, quite frankly, Riku was not in favor of any of those plots. In the end, the teen would get upset, Axel would try to soothe him with a plethora of apologies and excuses, but after a few moments of awkward silence between them would end up in a good hearted make up laughter…

Or make up sex.

Now without the habitual smell of something burning in the morning plaguing the teen, a low rumble and mewl sounded from the belly of the pondering teen. Aware of this odd bodily function, the eighteen year old waited.

Grr-owl.

"Riku hungry." Sighing to himself, he rubbed his toned stomach, scratching around his navel absentmindedly.

So ultimately, without Axel, there really was nothing to do.

Riku laughed to himself, and rose from the warm plush seat. Dragging his awfully clad feet, the red house slippers slid wistfully across the dark wood floor then tile. Their kitchen was quaint for a pair of very obvious men. By obvious, how often did people see a naturally silver headed teen and a flaming redhead with tattoos under his eyes? Well, initially, it had been rare in Riku's home island… Thinking back though, the teen realized those characteristics were actually quite common in a place like Radiant Garden; he took that notion back. Turning, Riku opened both panels of the large silver refrigerator, and foods of different origins stared back at him.

"I can't eat all of you. Sorry." Shrugging almost apologetically, Riku conversed with the provisions. A lovely bowl of Lo- Mein and sesame chicken had the silveret's empty stomach practically singing.

"Okay, okay, I hear ya." Just as he reached towards the cool air, a deep voice sounded to his left.

"Do you make it a habit to talk to your stomach and food?" the cunning voice cooed. Riku shut the fridge's French doors quickly in surprise, finding a smirking redhead. His heart was beating quickly from the slight fright, and he glared at the other.

"Oh, and you'll ruin your breakfast with that Chinese. Week old." Axel laughed. He ran a lithe pale hand through his fiery pit of hair. Leaning on the wall of the entrance to the kitchen, the jaded eyed man was clad in nothing but black pajama pants and a smirk.

"Do you make it a habit to scare the shit out of people who could very well ruin your life?" Riku bit back.

"Why yes, yes I do." Axel smiled brightly. Riku huffed, turning to reopen the fridge.

"Chill out Ri-ku. But if you want something to eat, I'd rather you eat something I made than that."

Upon hearing that, an idea entered Riku's stealthy mind.

"Breakfast huh…" Standing up straight, the younger of the two traipsed his way to emerald eyes. The combined heat of their bodies was very apparent in the cold apartment. Riku vaguely recalled how Axel always complained about the temperature, he liking nothing under than eighty-five degrees at all times. Riku suppressed the train of thought and traced a slender finger down the toned but thin torso of the man. He lingered his hand at the hem of the pajama pants playfully, drawing along the edges.

"Why don't you show me what I should have for breakfast…?" the younger of the two leaned into the other, whispering with a lilt not far from a purr into the other's pierced ear. The silveret smirked inwardly at Axel's stunned expression. This was the sexually ambitious man's ultimate dream; for Riku to actually comply?

'Well it is nearly borderline rape, every time we have sex.' Riku thought, darkly humorous. The teen continued to lean in to nibble on his hear while parting Axel's legs with his hands. The press of their chests together sent warm sparks southward, and Riku could faintly feel the nipples of the other become erect, whether from the temperature or the seduction.

Axel couldn't help but gasp, partly in simple wonder at what ungodly force possessed his boyfriend, and in pure raw pleasure sparkling in the pit of his stomach. Slow breathing became rapid panting as emerald eyes blazed with passion. Axel seized the hold of Riku's wrists from parting his legs, turning the tables as he pinned his lover against the wall with sudden, blind force. Handling the body with ease, the driven redhead drank in the revealing of bare milky broad shoulders and a well kept chest and core. The childish pajama pants Riku so dearly loved were becoming more of a hindrance than comfort at this point; the only burdens preventing the heated pair from advancing were the damned materials themselves. Loose moans rumbled from the back of Riku's throat in bliss as Axel pinned his arms above his head and continued to leave feather light kisses down his upper body. The temperature finally seemed to rise.

"Heh…the kitchen…always wanted to try it at least once." Axel's dreadfully playful voice purred as he enticingly dipped his warm tongue into Riku's collarbone. Another moan, fuller and more wanting, escaped from Riku's plush parting lips, his hips beginning to buck from the lack of attention. One of the confined hands of the teen escaped and gripped the long flaming hair with zeal, pushing their bodies impossibly closer.

"Ngh…" He gasped, feeling the hard member of the other man through the thin material, his heart pounding in his ears. "More…" finding the mind to process his emotions, he whispered.

"Tell me you want me, Riku." With a shove, the redhead brought their hips closer. "You need me." Axel's free hand dipped sensually into the hem of Riku's pants, sliding along his throbbing member.

"A-Axel-"

"Say you want only me." He now brought his ferocious gaze up to his lover, Green eyes ablaze with passion and craving. "I want you to cum only for me." His ticklish voice became harder, more aggressive. Riku melted under the sudden authority, not even in the right mind to put up any possible protest for his pride's sake. After a struggle with word choice because of that godforsaken amazing hand in his pants, Riku's half lidded eyes stared back with longing.

"I-I need you! Only you…" Riku's gasps and moans were now projecting in quantity. Axel, satisfied, continued to blasphemously pick and tease various parts of the revealed skin, humming in contentment at Riku's quivering body, slowly losing control. The silveret couldn't help but have the need to compress and mold their perspiring bodies together, throwing his head back as Axel bit on his sensitive nipple. Both breathing rates matched speed as the two men were heightening in craving for each other.

Finally, bored and hungry for more than teasing, Axel began to advance to remove the pajama pants. Just as he delicately brought both hands around the Mickey elastic band of the edge of Riku's pants, finally to break the forever cursed material, the mood revolutionized within an instant. Riku, clad with a focused smirk and triumphant dance in his eyes ferociously slapped the hands away as Axel, nothing short of flabbergasted, looked up with the most painful look. Riku had never seen such an expression on the, normally forever in-control, man, allowing the situation to escalade to the utmost hilarity. Readjusting his favorite pajama bottoms, never releasing the victorious interlocked stare at the other, Riku swiftly kissed his lover on the lips, still warm from the previous biting, eyes dancing with wickedness.

"You'll ruin my breakfast."

Fin.

A/N: *baaawwwww* what can I effing say? I can write a lemon for the life of me, even if I had the script from a porn film as my outline. =_=' it's sad. My young robust mind can visualize all of the splendid endeavors that could have unfolded, but putting those explicit pictures into words?

Not there yet.

Ahhh well. Been a while since I've written a KH fanfic, so might as well come off strong right?

Wrong. That wasn't strong at all.

Review onegaishimasu.