For Llama-sama

Androphobia is a type of anxiety disorder. It is a strong, irrational fear of men.

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When Roxas popped that question one day, Marluxia was taken aback.

"Are you androphobic?"

Those blue eyes blinked in confusion several times.

"I'm sorry… What?"

Roxas' somber expression didn't change as he repeated his question. "Are you androphobic? Come on, are you or aren't you scared of men?"

Never before had he been asked such an odd question. This one even managed to beat the time Axel asked him if he just had really tiny breasts for a girl. Before his face cracked into a look akin to utter bewilderment, he broke out into a suave and unperturbed smile. "Why, Roxas. What would ever possess you to ask me such a…creative question?"

The blond frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, seriousness turned into irritation in a mere instant. "Oh…I don't know…" he began sarcastically. "…I guess it's because you're obviously gay and yet you seem to avoid 'getting close' to the other members of the Organization who might seem like your type. It's almost like you hate the whole lot of them or they scare the dirt and petals out of you. Considering what kind of guys we have to work with, I wouldn't be surprised.

"Oh, there's that and the fact that you can't seem to keep your eyes off me and I've caught your hand near my ass more times than I can remember." He ended through grit teeth as he seethed in anger. Or something close to it.

"You make me sound like a pedophile."

"You probably are."

"Ouch." Marluxia feigned hurt.

"Now tell me, are you or aren't you?"

The pink-haired Nobody sighed as he struggled to come up with a decent answer. He smiled as he found it. "Roxas…Roxie-baby, isn't it obvious?"

Roxas raised one brow skeptically.

"I'm not an androphobe, sweetie. I just think you happen to be cuter than anyone else in the entire Organization. Bar none." At that, Marluxia gracefully made his way past Roxas, satisfied with how he answered the youngest member of their group and how he was making his exit. Stylish and well-done as always.

As his arms brushed by Roxas' shoulder he nearly stopped in his tracks when he suddenly felt fingers pinch the sensitive skin of his buttocks through the coat and his pants. Before he could turn around in surprise to express his horror, a portal of darkness had been summoned and Roxas was gone.

"That bastard…" he growled with a smile, rubbing the aching spot with one hand as he wondered if Roxas really was the little boy he deemed him to be.

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