Author's Note: Okay so I feel really bad for never posting this... I didn't want to post it until it was all done but that's not going to happen unless I get more people interested in it and inspiration since it'll be about 6 to 7 chapters long. Plus I have yet to post something where Roxas is crossdressing and that neeeeeeeeds to be fixed. This is a story that I started writing for illbewaiting on deviantART for her last birthday :) So I started writing it around the middle of last summer. Another reason for not posting was not being able to think of a title... That seems to be a problem of mine. I have all of it planned except for the ending... Anyway, I hope you all like it and please leave some reviews for me if you like it/want me to continue! They are always nice to have on a first chapter of a story for feedback.
To those of you who are waiting on "Sugar and Spice"... I'm working on it.
"Shounen Rashii Ningyou" means "boyish doll" in Japanese. Thank you to Krist for helping me! And to Sara for reminding me of this story.... I know you don't like Japanese titles LOL but I seriously could think of nothing that fit other than this. I may change it and anyone who thinks of a title that is fitting and that I might like please let me know!
Oh and if you don't like people being called "master"... or other people calling someone else "master", don't worry, it won't last long, haha.
Warning: Really perverted. Crossdressing. And lots of swearing. And people being called "master".
Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
Shounen Rashii Ningyou
Chapter One: Night 1
"What the hell is this?" Axel asked when a huge box was shoved in his face.
"A gift," Marluxia explained nonchalantly with a shrug, lifting his glass now that the box was out of his hands. "From the whole gang and me."
Axe slumped back on the couch, gawking at the package that was almost as tall as he was. This was totally not what he had expected when Marluxia announced he had something to give to him and took a quick trip back to his car.
"…Why…?" he somehow managed to ask.
"Axel. You work close to seventy hours a week," Marluxia pointed out.
"So…?"
"That's way too much. Plus, we like you. And we miss you down at the warehouse." the other man continued, referring to Axel's old job. "Do we need a reason to get you a parting gift?"
Axel raised a thin eyebrow. He'd been promoted to his new office job over a month ago. "Isn't it a little late for that?"
Blinking, Marluxia tossed his rosy brown hair behind his shoulder and practically scolded, "Enough with the questions already! Just be grateful! And open it!" while gesturing at the mysterious box.
"Okay, okay!" Axel said immediately, lifting the delicately wrapped package onto his lap and beginning to tear off the tissue. "You wrapped this didn't you?" he asked, without really needing an answer. It was part of the other man's job, after all.
"Of course. Which is another thing that makes this so great." the man said with a smile, sipping his drink. "Free service from yours truly."
Axel rolled his green eyes and tore off enough of the tissue to see the label underneath. And he froze, not taking off anymore.
"What. The fuck," he stated more than questioned, anger and confusion welling up inside of his chest, shoving excitement and curiosity out of the way and taking their place.
"Uh…" Marluxia laughed nervously. "See, you always worked much too hard and now you work even more. You know how the guys and I would always joke about how you desperately needed to get laid?"
Axel silently nodded, his mouth twisting into a scowl.
His old co-worker obviously wasn't expecting this kind of reaction. "Well!" he said, throwing out a hand before stopping because he didn't know what to say next. Apparently he thought of something, because he went on, but Axel's hard glare made his voice gradually become weaker and more questioning of its own words. "This is intended to…solve…that…problem?"
"I don't need a fucking blow-up doll, thank you very much." Axel spat, shoving it away from himself and getting up to walk towards the door to invite Marluxia out.
"That's not- that's not what it is!" Marluxia cried defensively, getting up to block off Axel's path. The redhead huffed and crossed his arms, pausing to tap his foot on the floor, awaiting further details.
Marluxia opened and closed his mouth a few times before going on. "It's one of those dolls from the internet. Life size, you know? Real expensive. We all chipped in a generous amount of our paychecks…uh…look, just go over and look at it. If you hate it, we'll send it back. But really, it's fucking nice. I want one for myself."
Sighing, Axel studied his face for a moment as if he might catch a glimpse of a lie or something on it. Seeing nothing, he turned back and sat down tiredly, slowly lifting the box to rest on his thighs again.
"Roxie?" he asked, reading the elegant calligraphy printed on it.
"Yup." Marluxia agreed, nodding his head proudly. "One of the models with the highest costumer satisfaction."
"…'Costumer satisfaction'…." the redhead muttered to himself, wiping a hand over his face in disbelief. "Marly, you really are a pervert."
The man laughed but only said, "Just open the rest of it!"
Feeling as if he had no other choice, Axel complied. They had spent their money on it through some kind of sick…good intentions. He might as humor them. Revealing it the rest of the way, he held it in front of himself, studying the picture of the doll on the front.
"It's a. Guy." he said blatantly.
"It is?" Marluxia asked incredulously, getting up off his chair so he could scurry over and see for himself. "Shit, it is." he said upon examining it after Axel. Both men just stared at it for a few seconds before the brunet broke the silence. "Oh well, open it the rest of the way!"
"What?" Axel cried, turning to look at him like he was crazy. "First of all, I didn't ask for this, secondly, I don't want something like this-"
"But you need something like this."
"- and finally, it's a guy." Axel finished, ignoring him.
Marluxia bit his lip, and Axel could practically see the wheels turning in his head. "With a name like 'Roxie', you'd totally think it was a girl…dammit, I should have paid more attention to the picture on the website…" he mumbled under his breath, then perked up. "So, you can still work with it. Look, it came with girl's clothes! Just ignore the fact that it has a cock."
"It has a what?" Axel cried, shoving it away from himself again. "Oh hell no."
"What? I mean, they were made for a purpose!" Marluxia chuckled, catching the package before it fell to the ground, and also simultaneously grabbing hold of Axel's arm to keep him in place.
"Purpose? Christ, this is sick, Mar." Axel told him as he tried to wrench his arm away, wanting out of this whole demented situation.
Marluxia pushed him back down onto the couch in a swift movement and placed his hands on his hips. "We wouldn't have to do this if you went out and got yourself some ass every once in a while."
"I would if I had time!" Axel cried guardedly.
"Exactly!" the other man shouted back. "Look, you don't have to…do anything with it. But seriously, will you just keep it? The guys will never let me hear the end of it if they found out I bought a guy doll for you to fuck."
Axel could only look at him, mouth agape, for a few moments. "You'd think they'd never let you hear the end of it just because you bought me an inanimate object to…do stuff with. Regardless of gender."
"Nah, they were all totally into it. Come on, it's better than using your own hand in my opinion."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," the redhead said, more than a little disturbed. "Anyways, I'm not going to keep it just so you don't embarrass yourself."
Marluxia's eyes darted from side to side strangely and they seemed to glint when they fell upon Axel again. "Alright. I'll give you the receipt and you can return it yourself if you want. Just…give it a chance okay? It can just be a pretty decoration if you'd like!"
Axel could see that he wasn't going to win this fight so he just gave in. "…Fine." he replied with a sigh. Whatever it takes to just get you to leave…
Marluxia grinned, thinking he had successfully won the battle. "Alright. I guess I'll leave you to that then."
"Yes." Axel agreed blandly.
After retrieving the receipt, Marluxia left with a fond goodbye, Axel humoring him while secretly trying to shoo him away. Axel let out a sigh of relief when he finally closed the door behind his visiting friend. He leaned against it for a moment, letting his exhausted muscles relax before he walked back over to his… 'gift'. Some friends. They should have got him something useful. Like…a grill or something.
His lip curled back a little in disgust and he flopped down on his couch, raising the receipt to read it.
"Cannot be returned once used" it stated under its policies.
"Ew," Axel said aloud.
Still, curiosity got the better of him. That meant, it was okay if he just opened it…right? He really only wanted to see the quality of it, since it was so expensive. He was a business man, after all. These things were important to him…
Upon opening it, he found a lot of limbs. Apparently, there was some assembly required. He spilled the contents on the floor, and decided to piece it all together since seeing a bunch of parts of a mannequin all over the place was not his idea of living room décor.
It was probably about five feet tall or so, complete with spiky blond hair that was soft and Axel read in the information book it came with that was actually real hair, donated.
Why didn't they use donated hair towards wigs for cancer patients, instead of messed up shit like this?
The doll - Roxie - was, admittedly, good looking. If he were real, he'd be very fit, his body proportions perfect. Even his face was flawless, with shimmering blue eyes that kind of creeped Axel out at how life-like they were. But of course, this was to be expected from a top-notch doll.
And yes, it did indeed have male genitalia.
Since he did not want a naked male mannequin laying on his floor, Axel grabbed the nearest outfit that came with the package to put on Roxie.
It was a bunny suit.
Perverts.
Axel put it on the boy doll, then stood it up to examine his handiwork. The outfit was complete with a white button down dress shirt with a black vest - normal enough for a guy. But then there was the panties. Black silk panties. With a little cotton tail.
God, this was embarrassing.
There was more to the outfit, and for some reason Axel felt like he ought to complete it. Why the hell not.
The rest consisted of a black bow tie along with long gloves and stockings of the same color that reached about halfway up his thighs. He even added…the ears.
Axel propped the doll up in the corner of the room, placing his hands on his hips and studying it. Well, it was well made, he'd acknowledge that much. Maybe he could sell it to some sick pervert who actually wanted it.
Done with the…thing for now, Axel retreated into his kitchen to make himself a late dinner before he would go to bed to prepare for the long day he had ahead of him tomorrow.
When he walked by his living room again on the way to his bedroom, something out of place caught his eye. Backtracking, Axel looked into the room but nothing was different. The box was been pushed aside, everything was the same really, except for his new "friend", of course, who was sitting on the couch.
Axel smiled to himself, realizing that he was just tired and paranoid before moving on. After only a few steps, however, it hit him.
Hadn't he left the doll standing, and not sitting?
Turning back again, he peeked into the room and saw Roxie standing right where he had left him. What…? Didn't I just see…?
Axel blinked a few times and then laughed at his own ridiculousness. He must be really exhausted, to be hallucinating this much.
Axel fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, ready to forget this weird day.
Night 1
There was pressure on his lap and Axel groaned as the dancer he was dreaming of rocked their hips together sensually. Hands were dancing across his chest and it felt so damn nice, he hadn't had anything like this in so long, he was so busy trying to work his way up the financial ladder, he barely had anytime to think of human pleasures.
"Master…" the dancer breathed into his ear.
"Mmm…you can call me Axel…" the redhead sighed in his sleep, placing his hands on her curvaceous hips.
The hands stopped being so gentle when suddenly, the girl was shaking him. "Master, wake up!"
Huh? Since when did they treat you like a fucking Polaroid picture during a lap dance?
Axel slowly opened his eyes that he hadn't realized were closed and looked up. It took his eyes a second to adjust to the dark, but he saw a face hovering over his own.
"Hello there, master," the figure said. "I'm here now. I hope you didn't have to wait too long for me."
Axel was still groggy, and he lifted his hand from what he felt was a real hip and rubbed his eyes. "Wha…?"
"It's me. Roxie."
Axel's eyes widened slowly when finally he was able to recognize the unruly hair protruding in every direction, that perfectly designed face, and the blue eyes of the gift that he had been given that day. The doll. The fake person. Who was now, very, very real, Axel decided, as he felt hands gliding over his body and lips connecting to his neck as the boy leaned down.
"What the shit?!" he cried, pushing the boy off of him, causing him to fall to the floor harshly. Axel jumped out of bed, his sheets tangling on his body awkwardly, and he hastily tried to throw them off. Roxie only watched him curiously from his now sitting position on the floor as the man beat at them hopelessly.
Once Axel had gotten a hold of himself and tossed the sheets aside, he backed himself against the wall, mind not really functioning right. How could it?
"How - you- what - you're real!" Axel exclaimed, pointing at Roxie, almost as if in accusation.
The blond smiled and stood up. "Yes, what, you weren't expecting that?"
"No!" Axel declared, feeling his knees give out and he slid to the floor, not knowing what to do or what to think. Was this another dream…inside of a dream? Those did happen sometimes…
Axel tried to scramble back even further as Roxie drew closer, but it was futile, for the wall would obviously not budge. The boy placed his hands on Axel's shoulders, and then kneeled down onto the man's lap again. Axel was too shocked to do anything about it.
"Really?" Roxie asked as if he didn't believe him. Axel couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't even think. All that was playing over in his head was just like one track of a record on repeat. What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on?
The doll's - the boy's- now real hands looped themselves around his neck. "But don't you know what I'm here for?"
Axel's heart was pounding and the back of his head hurt - he vaguely recalled hitting it against the wall when he had tried in vain to get away, but he wasn't really sure.
Roxie didn't wait for an answer. "I'm here to help you," he said in an almost business-like tone. He pressed his hand down to Axel's groin and added "Master," before he dove forward and kissed him right on the mouth. If possible, Axel's eyes widened even more as his mind tried to comprehend how in the world it was possible that something that had been almost completely plastic was now touching him quite inappropriately and fucking kissing him.
Instead of figuring it out though, his brain only screamed at him just that: what before had been a fake person with no pulse was now acting really - real. Snapping out of his surprised state, Axel pushed the boy off him and ran out of the room, not even pausing to see where he had landed, not really caring at this point.
He ran to the phone like he was in some kind of horror movie and dialed frantically, his fingers shaking over the keys.
Ring…ring…
"Come on, pick up, pick up! Pick the fuck up!" Axel yelled into the receiver as if words would work like magic.
"Yello!" Marluxia answered in that stupid, stupid way of his.
"IT'S ALIVE!" Axel screamed at him.
"Whoa, whoa, what's alive?" the other man asked calmly.
"The doll! The doll - Roxie - it's fucking…in my room and it's moving and breathing and - and -"
"Oh, so you assembled it then?" was all that Marluxia asked. Why wasn't he more surprised by this?!
"Yes, I assembled it!" Axel cried frantically, and he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he yelped in shock to see that Roxie had walked out of his room and was looking at him a little questioningly and even hurt. Fuck, this thing had feelings! "What the hell is going on?!" he yelled at the phone again, facing away from the boy in hopes he would disappear. "What do I do?"
There was silence and Axel heard some distant murmuring, but before he could try to decipher it, hands wrapped around his waist from behind and he stiffened as teeth bit down on his ear playfully.
"Come back to bed," Roxie demanded softly.
"Sounds like you've got places to go," Marluxia snickered into the phone, obviously hearing it.
"Fuck you Marluxia! What the fuck! Tell me what the fuck is going on right now!" Axel insisted hysterically while trying to push the boy off of himself.
"I can't really right now. Call me back during the day sometime," came the answer, and Axel yelled some more incoherent curses at him before he heard the line go dead. Axel kept the phone pressed against his ear anyways, stunned. Until he felt his shoulders being kneaded and kisses trailed along his neck.
"You need to seriously relax," Roxie said calmly, soothingly. "Let me help."
Axel almost relaxed. Almost.
"Get the fuck off of me!" he cried, elbowing the boy in the gut before twisting away and falling on his ass to the floor unintentionally.
Roxie only looked at him blankly. "You're not supposed to treat me like that."
"And you're not supposed to be real!" Axel responded, pointing at him wildly again.
"Hmm," the blond hummed casually, tapping his chin. "Perhaps I should explain a few things to you first before we move on."
"Yes, please do," Axel insisted, gawking at him, overwhelmed.
"My real name is Roxas," the boy explained. "But Roxie is my nickname. You can call me what you like."
Breathing heavily, Axel nodded quickly, wanting him to go on.
"I'm here for one purpose. And one purpose only," Roxas told him professionally.
"Wh-what's that?" Axel questioned quietly. He wanted answers now.
Roxas smiled a little and then got off the couch, sinking to the floor where Axel was propped up in his elbows, only able to watch him. He walked forward on his hands to straddle the man again, and Axel swallowed hard when the blond's face was suddenly inches from his own.
"To pleasure you of course," Roxas answered as if it were obvious.
"It would really pleasure me if you got off of me," the redhead all but squeaked.
"No, I don't think that's true," Roxas murmured, raising a hand to caress Axel's cheek. "I think you might enjoy some things I do for you."
His mind seemed to wake up enough to allow Axel to slap the boy's hand away. "Can you stop touching me for like, one second?"
Roxas' mouth fell open slightly in surprise, but then he sat back on Axel's lap, looking quite comfortable there. "Fine," he responded dryly.
Axel blew out a breath and squeezed his eyes shut, before opening them, hoping to see that he was back in his bed and he didn't have a young man dressed in a bunny suit on top of him.
Nope. Roxas was still there. Rabbit ears and all.
Roxas kept his expression serious but reached forward and began to unbutton Axel's night shirt. Axel caught his hand and held it away from himself.
"Hey, I asked you to stop touching me."
"For only a second," Roxas said innocently.
Axel was lost for words for a moment before he said, "That's not what - that was just…"
Roxas blinked down at him inquisitively as if he really didn't know what he was talking about.
"Never mind…" Axel groaned, laying back and placing his hands over his eyes, hoping this would all fade away if he couldn't see it. Bunny boy must have saw this as an invitation because without hesitation he ripped the man's shirt open, causing buttons to fly everywhere, and he dropped down to attach his now very real lips to Axel's chest.
"Hey!" Axel exclaimed, pushing at Roxas a little more gently this time, but firm enough to get the blond to lean back again.
Crossing his arms across his chest, Roxas looked down at him like he was being a stubborn little kid. "Why are you so resistant?" he huffed.
"Why are you so real?" Axel asked stupidly.
"Because you need me," he shrugged.
Axel blinked at him a few times. "What I need is an answer a lot better than that," he muttered.
"That's all I know," Roxas said a little apologetically, resting his hands on Axel's torso as if he was expected to do so. "All I know are my duties, really."
Axel scoffed. "Duties?"
"Yes. Duties."
"This is fucking insane…" Axel groaned, pressing his hands to his eyes again.
"If you would just let me finish them, then I'll leave you alone."
Oh. That was something good to hear. Making this freaking psycho-Pinocchio reenactment with a gay twist go away was at the top of Axel's to-do list at the moment. "Alright. So what are these…duties?" he asked, barely able to believe he was talking to a fucking mannequin.
"I have to have sex with you," Roxas said simply, rolling his hips downward as if to emphasize this statement. Axel bit back a moan, not wanting to encourage this boy - not wanting to be touched by something that had been plastic only an hour or so ago…
"Sorry, but that's not going to happen." Axel told him gruffly, pushing him off of himself again and rolling away to stand up.
"But I need you. And you need me." Roxas pouted from the floor. He looked really cute in his sprawled sitting position, bunny ears lopsided…
Shit, what am I thinking?
"That's what they all say," was all that Axel decided to reply, turning away to go back to bed and lock the door behind him.
"No, really. If we don't have sex within one weeks time, I'll go back to being a doll forever," the boy said sadly, tone new to Axel.
Hesitantly, the redhead turned back to see that Roxas wasn't looking at him anymore, he was fiddling with his stockings nervously, hanging his head.
"What the hell kind of magic shit rule is that?" Axel asked disbelievingly.
"Don't ask me, I didn't make it up. I'd change it if I could." Roxas said, standing and walking up to Axel again. He pushed the man's now open shirt aside as he wrapped his hands around his torso, resting them on his lower back. Axel rolled his eyes and decided that he would just put up with this behavior for now, as long as it remained PG enough.
"Let's just do it now, hmm?" Roxas cooed, nuzzling against his chest, his breath tingling Axel's skin pleasantly. Axel had to tell himself that he didn't like it.
"But, uh, you only want it so that you'll stay real…" Axel choked and realized too late that that he was almost suggesting that he wanted it.
"Mmm, no, not really," Roxas said, drawing back for a moment, tracing some sort of pattern on Axel's collarbone idly. "You're pretty sexy. I'm glad I got you."
"…Uh…thanks?" Axel said numbly.
"Are you glad you got me?" the blond asked, his blue eyes flashing up to gaze into Axel's. The redhead was entranced for a second.
"…Well, I hate to break it to you, but I'm not into dolls," he finally sighed, giving up and just letting the boy explore his upper body.
"I'm not a doll right now."
"Well, I'm not into guys," Axel went with next.
"I'll make you get…into guys," Roxas grinned suggestively.
The redhead decided to ignore that. "…Wait, backup, what do you mean you're not a doll right now?" Axel asked, reversing the conversation since he did not want to discuss sexuality.
"At dawn I will be again…" the blond admitted almost dreamily. "I only become real at night, once the sun sets."
"…Riiiiight," Axel droned, once again reminded of the insanity of this situation. "God, did Marluxia slip something into my drink or something?" he mumbled to himself, pressing his hand to his forehead. "I think I'm tripping out or something…"
"You still don't think this is real?" Roxas questioned sincerely.
"How could I?"
Roxas' gaze turned resolute. "Is this real enough for you?" he asked, before grabbing the back of Axel's head and pulling him down into an open-mouthed kiss. Caught by surprise, Axel didn't have time to purse his lips closed, so Roxas took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth insistently. At first Axel did nothing. Then he responded back a little. Until he realized what he was doing and pulled away.
"Would you stop doing that?" he asked, irritated, stepping back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You liked it," Roxas said with a smirk.
The man glared at him. "Did not."
Roxas was completely unfazed. "Stop lying to yourself, master."
"Don't call me that."
"What should I call you then?" the blond asked, cocking his head to the side cutely.
"Axel," said redhead muttered, yawning. He was getting too tired for this.
"Axel…" Roxas hummed, trying the name out. "Axel, Axel, Axel. I like that name. It's sexy. Like you."
The man was really taken aback by Roxas' bluntness during this whole conversation and how he constantly seemed so calm, and not afraid to admit anything. What was up with that? Oh, and also the fact that he was a freaking doll come to life was pretty unnerving as well. "That's always…good to…hear."
"Ah, to bed then, master Axel?" Roxas skipped along, his rabbit ears bounding adorably along with his steps.
"Yes, Axel and Axel alone is going to bed. Goodnight, Roxas." I hope that I soon find out that this really was all a dream. A really fucked up, perverted dream.
"If you go to sleep now, we'll only have six more nights left, you know." Roxas stated to his back.
Axel paused and then decided to humor him, craning his head back. "That's plenty of time to…fit in some…sex, right?" Not that it wasn't awkward to say, because it really was.
Roxas seemed to brighten, obviously pleased with that answer. "I guess you're right."
Axel smiled at him resignedly, hoping that he would finally be given the chance to get some rest and get the hell away from this.
Then, "Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" Roxas asked like he was being gypped.
Looks like he wasn't going to be allowed to sleep just yet.
"You already got a kiss." Axel told him, getting a little annoyed. "Plus a bunch of other privileges that were not welcome."
Roxas crossed his arms and scowled. "You're not being fair."
"I'm not being fair?" Axel repeated incredulously, gesturing to himself. "I have a freaking sex doll in my living room that freaking came to life and freaking molested me! I may be insane, but I think I'm acting pretty fair."
Roxas brought his hand up to his mouth, biting his thumb to hold back a snicker.
"What?" Axel cried distraughtly. This is insane, I'm insane…
"It's just that you are acting a lot different than what I was expecting…" Roxas elaborated.
Feeling defeated, Axel accepted that he probably wouldn't be getting rid of this illusion any time soon, so he leaned against the frame between the room and the hallway. "What were you expecting?"
"I don't…really know," the boy said, seeming confused. "I mean, I was under the impression that my master was supposed to want me. Don't you want me?"
Axel snorted. "No," he spat like it was obvious. "I don't want you. My so-called 'friend' left you here with me as a freaking gift, and I have to say, it's just about the worst one I've ever gotten."
"…Oh…" Roxas said quietly, staring down at his stocking-covered feet. "I'm…sorry, then."
What the hell. He was actually making Axel feel bad.
"Don't apologize." Axel breathed tiredly with a wave of his hand. Again, that little voice in the back of his head was laughing at him for how ridiculous and crazy this whole thing was and pointed out that he was probably on some kind of bad trip and just sitting there talking to a motionless doll. He gave Roxas one more quick look-over, in awe at how human he really was, before heading back to his room without a word. It would all be over in the morning, right? He would reach that point much sooner if he slept…
Axel had barely even closed his eyes when he heard his door creak open and he quickly pulled his pillow over his head, groaning. He felt the bed sink from a new body sitting on it and he cursed over and over again in his mind.
"What do you want? Can't you just leave me alone?" he mumbled into the pillow.
"It's cold…" Roxas whispered.
"Well, those meanies at the factory didn't give you clothes meant for keeping you warm now, did they?"
"I think they figured body heat would be enough…" Roxas said softly, lifting the covers and crawling in next to the redhead, spooning up against him. Axel let out a long, deep, frustrated sigh. He was much too tired to fight Roxas off for what seemed like the one-hundred and seventy-sixth time.
"You're so warm…" the boy breathed, snuggling against the back of his neck. Axel kind of wondered how his own spiky hair didn't poke one of the kid's eyes out. Just accepting it, Axel retracted his head from under his pillow and resettled it on top, ready to fall asleep. Though, feeling Roxas' hand wandering down into his pants woke him up a bit.
"Nooooo," he scolded like to a disobedient child, as he reached down and removed the unwelcome intruder. "Want to sleep in my bed, you have to behave yourself."
Roxas sighed against his hair, and the cool breath against his neck made the redhead shiver. "Fine…"
It took a little longer for Axel to fall asleep than he planned, since being wrapped up in a bunny boy's arms was certainly a new addition to his nights.
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When he woke up in the morning, Axel felt cramped up and uncomfortable. Stretching, he felt cold plastic against his skin and he rolled away, shoving the unwanted…whatever it was - away.
Roxas fell to the ground with a clatter, arms still extended like he was holding someone. And now he was completely lifeless.
Axel gaped down at the doll. Okay. Maybe it was a dream. Hopefully.
Wait, who was he kidding? Of course it was a dream…yeah…it just…somehow…ended up in his bed…
For some reason, Axel felt bad leaving Roxas on the floor like that, so he picked him up and set him gently on a chair in his room. He felt appalled at himself immediately afterwards for caring about something so ridiculous…
Roxas wasn't real.