Disclaimer: No, I don't own Disney, Kingdom Hearts/Square-Enix

or their wonderful characters.

A/N: Just a drabble on Roxas and Axel's relationship.

アクセル

As Roxas sits by his windowsill, watching the Heartless and Dusks stories and stories below him dance wickedly to the moon's ballad, he knows he's no longer alone.

He hears the metallic jingling of zippers and the thudding of boots against the linoleum tiles, he smells the sultry scent of smoke and cinnamon, feels that suddenly the temperature of the room is rising—he's already completely intoxicated.

He can feel the presence of the body directly behind him, temptingly close. But his heart is stuck in his throat, he can't speak, can't breathe.

And then skilled, skeletal fingers are on his shoulders, ghosting up the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine and stealing a soft moan from his lips.

He can't help but like it, really. It's so wrong and so good. And him—he's impossible to resist, the god of all seducers.

Roxas' eyes fall to half-mast when hot lips brush behind his ear and whisper, "Aww…isn't it past your bedtime, Roxy?"

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"Promise me," Axel hisses from his position betwixt Roxas' thighs, ignoring the blonde's wanton cries.

Roxas knows that Axel isn't a dummy. He may seem clueless and childish at times—like when he hums the James Bond theme while secretly sneaking to Naminé's room to save her from boredom, dragging Roxas, aka his favorite accessory, along for the ride. But, Roxas reminds himself, Axel is not a dummy. Because Axel is the Organizations ace, he is not to be taken lightly and nothing goes unnoticed by him.

"Promise me that you won't leave…"

Still, even though Roxas is aware of Axel's intelligence, he is taken aback. The sex induced flush on Roxas' face only intensifies with shame, his wide stormy eyes locking with his lover's. He looks so innocent, lying gloriously naked before him. But Axel knows better.

Somehow, Axel knows that lately Roxas' thoughts aren't only centered on him. Perhaps he heard another's name slip from his blonde's sleeping lips. He knows that Roxas is stubborn. He knows that Roxas won't take no for an answer, that eventually he'll leave, pursuing the beautiful, mysterious doppelganger that forever haunts his dreams. Axel knows.

"Axel…" Roxas is pleading. He's a man of his word, and the thing he wants least is making a promise he can't keep to his soul mate.

Axel clenches his jaw, gripping the blonde's hips and leaning forward so their noses touch and lips brush. He inhales deeply, memorizes the smell of sea salt ice-cream and honey, because this is the last time he'll be with Roxas like this. Axel knows. "Just promise, please."

Roxas nods and diverts his attention the window—he just can't look into those emerald eyes, he'll break if he does—"I promise, Axel," he monotones. "I won't leave." Axel knows that Roxas is lying. "And I love you," and Axel knows that when Roxas says this, he's telling the truth.

"I love you, too," he sighs.

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"Who are you?" the spunky brunette questions angrily. "I told you people before, I'm not Roxas, I'm Sora!" he pouts so cutely, just like Roxas used to. "S-O-R-A!" he huffs, threateningly waving his keyblade while the duck and the dog back him faithfully.

Axel's piercing emerald eyes take in the unruly spikes, the tanner but flawless skin and the unmistakable, clear blue eyes while the brunette squirms under his gaze.

He smiles sadly. Axel knows that Roxas is in there somewhere…but knowing just isn't enough.

- the end

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I hope you liked it, I'm a little rusty.

It's been awhile since I've written a fanfic.

& this is my first yaoi.

So uh, reviews are highly appreciated. :D