Author's Notes: Firstly, this is basically based on me being stupid and having huge mosquito bites on my hip that itched like crazy at work today. Secondly, I cannot write make out scenes for some reason, so I hope this one's at least satisfactory. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts, sadly. If only, if only…
"Axel, remind me why I let you talk me into going to that stupid show," Roxas complained, scratching incessantly at his left forearm.
"Because it was fun, and it let us hang out and eat free food," Axel responded without missing a beat. He glanced over the top of his magazine at his friend, noticing the pained expression on his face. "Why? What's wrong?"
"I think I got bit by something," he answered, examining the surface for a moment before jumping slightly and scratching his right elbow instead. "Or several somethings."
"Does it hurt?"
"No, but it itches like hell and it's driving me crazy."
"Just stop thinking about it," Axel stated, dropping his magazine back onto the coffee table and picking up his drink. He swirled the liquid around the cup a few times before taking a sip, looking over the rim at his friend, who was now sitting awkwardly in his chair staring off into space. "Geez, Rox, are they really that bad?"
"They're just really, really annoying," Roxas replied, squirming a little in his seat. "Sort of like you on a good day."
"Well then, you should know how to deal with them, shouldn't you?" Axel said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and replacing his drink.
"I can't punch them without hurting myself."
Axel rolled his eyes again, sitting up straight and leaning forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "I'd offer to help, but it doesn't sound like you'd let me," he proposed, fiddling with the papers on the table.
"As much as I know I'm going to regret this," Roxas said, voice sounding as if he were signing his death warrant, "give it your best shot, Axel."
Axel smiled slowly, standing up and moving toward Roxas with a deliberateness that escaped his notice. The blonde reached to scratch the mark on his left forearm again, but was stopped by his friend's hand. "So your master plan is just to prevent me from scratching?" Roxas groaned, "Yeah, that'll really help."
Something glinted in Axel's green eyes. "Nah. This is my master plan."
Roxas looked up, startled, recognizing the tone of his voice. Before he could make a move otherwise, Axel was on him, lips pressed insistently on his own. He hesitated a moment before returning the gesture, causing Axel's lips to curve up into a smile. The redhead's long legs folded carefully into the chair, straddling his hips, bringing their bodies into a much more comfortable position. Roxas made a small noise of satisfaction, trying to tug his wrists away from Axel's grip. The older male immediately released them, letting his own hands travel to the hips under his own while the freed hands slid up his back.
Axel broke the kiss, lips moving instead to the exposed neck he could reach. "Like I told you," he breathed. "Just gotta stop thinking about it." Roxas didn't answer, instead arching a little as Axel's mouth reached the bend of his neck and shoulder, biting down softly. His hands returned to the hem of his friend's t-shirt, pulling the fabric away and scraping his fingers across the skin. Axel's breath hitched slightly, as he returned his lips to Roxas'. After a few more moments he broke away again, grinning, and asked, "So, are you regretting this yet?"
"... Shut up and take your shirt off."