Wrong
04-28-07

"I'm wrong."

"About what? You've got to be less vague, man. Are you talking about that one time you thought Marluxia was a woman? Because there's still like... a fifty-fifty chance you're right."

Roxas rolled his eyes. "Not that, Axel."

Axel turned a chair around before sitting on it backwards. He leaned forward, looking at the blond. He frowned. "What's on your mind, Rox?"

"I don't want a heart," Roxas muttered gruffly, glaring at the wall of his room. He shifted on his bed, crossing his legs.

Axel blinked. "So?"

"It's not right! A nobody that doesn't want his heart? That's just wrong. I'm wrong," Roxas growled.

"You're a nobody, Roxas. You can't be right or wrong. You can't even be," Axel retorted. He leaned back in his chair.

"So you're saying I can't be wrong?" Roxas queried, settling an undetermined look of something on Axel.

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

Roxas shifted, leaning forward and resting the majority of his weight on his elbows. He damn near purred, a predatorily look on his face. Another minute and Axel's chair was overturned, said red-head lying haphazardly on the floor, legs spread and something akin to what would have been shock (were he capable of such) on his face.

"So you're saying..." Roxas squeezed Axel's knee before moving above him on his hands and knees. He looked every bit the predator. "You're saying that if I were to just fuck you right here, unwilling as you are, there would be absolutely nothing wrong about it?"

Axel got a grin about him like a Cheshire cat. He leaned upward, hot breath tickling Roxas's chin. Acid green eyes gave off a look of euphoria before rolling up into his head and sliding shut.

"Oh, but Roxas, you wouldn't. Oh. Oh." He began hitting the floor with his arm, surely loud enough for Larxene (who happened to room below Roxas) to hear. "Oh! Oh, Roxas, stop! Oh, oh, oh! Harder, oh! ROXAS!" He was still grinning.

Roxas groused and moved away from Axel with a snarl (and a blush), grumbling something along the lines of "stupid, smug bastard." Axel opened his eyes and chuckled, ruffling Roxas's hair. If this were some strange attempt to get rid of the keyblade wielder's scowl, it failed. Abysmally.

"OW!" Axel screeched, pulling his hand to his chest. "You bit me!" He almost pouted, glaring.

"And it seems that there is absolutely nothing right or wrong about it."

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