Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor the characters. I am not profiting from writing this story.

Author's Note: This is the first of many in what will be a series of 100 drabbles, each having a prompt, but each one being about Roxas tripping, falling, or passing out in some shape, way, or form. It's really more of my own character study on him. This particular one has Axel coming along for the ride. Not all of these will contain pairings. It's just whatever my brain decides to come up with for each prompt.

Thank you to: Kunoichi21 for looking this over for me. And for immediately picking out the one thing I hoped she'd notice. XD

Warnings: Rated M for... language and suggestive themes.

Tied

This is really starting to piss me off… Roxas thought with a groan as he gave the math question he was stuck on a displeased look. He was about ten seconds away from taking the piece of paper and shredding it into tiny little pieces, then shoving it down his boyfriend's throat. After all, Axel was the one who made up the questions to help Roxas study for exam that was coming up soon. He didn't have to make the questions so damn hard though! It was like he was silently gloating that he was better at math than Roxas was.

He sighed and let his head fall against his binder, frowning a bit when he felt the bed dip. An arm wrapped around his waist and yanked him up into a sitting position, then he was pulled against a warm body and despite his annoyance, he felt himself relaxing, giving in to the comfort that was being provided.

"I think you're trying too hard, babe." Axel chuckled, rubbing his shoulders soothingly. Roxas opened his mouth to tell him he was wrong, and that this was his grade they were talking about, but the only thing that came out was a soft moan as Axel's fingers pressed into all the right places. "See? You just need to relax. Maybe we should go get some ice cream or something. Give you a break."

"Ice cream…sounds good." Roxas closed his eyes as Axel moved his hands from Roxas's shoulders to his neck where they continued to massage, pressing down firmly and effectively getting rid of the tension build up.

"Mm…I figured you couldn't resist it." Axel kissed around his neck as his hands moved slowly up and down his back making Roxas moan softly. He pulled away. "Lie on your back and close your eyes. I'm going to do your feet now."

Dazed from the back and neck massage Roxas blinked. He didn't really think he needed his feet rubbed, but he couldn't deny the feeling of those strong, yet rough hands caressing his feet would be heavenly. He didn't say a word as he turned around and lowered himself down onto the bed, his back and neck tingling pleasantly. Axel had the right idea for relaxing. He'd definitely be able to tackle studying after this.

"Good. Close your eyes." Axel instructed and Roxas did. He felt Axel's hands moving down his sides, grabbing his hips teasingly, then continuing down his legs and finally stopping at his feet. "Still relaxed?"

"Mm…yes."

Roxas inhaled deeply and breathed out slowly through his nose as Axel wrapped his hands around one of Roxas's ankles, pressing gently with his thumbs, while his other hand fiddled with his sneakers. He figured Axel was undoing the laces so he could take sneakers off. He smiled when he felt the pressure on his other ankle.

"What kind of massage is that?"

"Oh...uh…some kind of Chinese relaxation technique. I don't know the name for it."

"Okay." Roxas didn't question that. Axel had gone to China for a trip last summer with his parents and brother, and the spa treatment the four of them received during their stay had been—in Axel's words—magical. He shifted a little, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them. "How much do I owe you for this?"

Axel stopped the ankle massage with one last lingering caress, and then he started moving upward—squeezing and kneading Roxas's legs and buttocks. Roxas moaned softly, briefly wondering why Axel had abandoned his feet, but he pushed aside the thought for the wonderful feeling of Axel's hands slipping up beneath his shirt—starting to massage his lower back.

"Consider it paid for, babe."

"God, I love you…"

"For now…" Axel chuckled. He leaned down kissed along Roxas's neck, eliciting a moan from him. He pressed a teasing kiss to the shell of his ear and whispered, "Let's get that ice cream now…"

Roxas shuddered and panted softly, feeling himself starting to grow hard as a billion different ideas involving ice cream, Axel, and himself swirled around in his brain. "Maybe…you can go get it, and I'll stay here…and get ready?" His voice was low and seductive despite the fact that his face was practically smushed into his blankets.

Axel groaned into his ear, "Damn it you little minx…why do you have to screw up all my plans?"

Roxas laughed softly and raised his head a little. "Because I'm sexy and I know it."

"Hardy-har-har…you're a riot, Roxy. Now get up. We're going to get that ice cream together. You need fresh air." Axel smacked his ass and grinned at the yelp Roxas let out, but he still didn't move. "Up, or I'll punish you."

"Oh yes!" Roxas moaned, wiggling his ass tauntingly and trying hard not to laugh. "Please, Axel! Please…punish me!"

Axel swallowed hard and got to his feet, trying to ignore the angelic voice with all of the sinful words. He yanked at Roxas's arm. "When we get back, Rox…now come on, I can really use that ice cream…"

Roxas sighed and sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Fine," he muttered. "You win." He pushed himself off the bed and stood up, intending to follow Axel as he started for the door—but ended up doing a face plant in his carpet instead.

Axel stopped and turned around, looking down at Roxas with a grin he tried desperately to conceal. "You ok there, Roxy? Looks like you should have done a little more research before you took that that—" He paused and snickered, "—trip."

Roxas groaned and slowly lifted his head to shoot Axel a glare. He wasn't amused by that little joke in the slightest. He pushed himself up and looked over his shoulder to see the reason he had tripped in the first place—his shoe laces were tied together. He growled. Chinese relaxation technique his ass…

"Axel…" He started warningly. "I'm going to kill you…"

Axel grinned and backed out the door a little. "Technically, Roxy, in order to do that…you'll have to catch me!"

He took off running down the hall and down the stairs. Roxas scowled and flopped around on the floor, trying to maneuver himself into a position where he could untie his sneakers. But that was a lot harder than he thought. He heard the front door slam and cursed under his breath. After a moment he managed to slip his sneakers off. Fuck shoes. Who needed shoes when you were transforming into an angry animal that was out for blood and revenge?

Roxas leapt to his feet. He raced out of his room and thundered down the stairs, huffing angrily like a bull as he yanked the front door open, standing on the step for a second. He looked around and then spotted Axel running down the street. He narrowed his eyes and wasted no time running after him, calling out,

"When I catch you, I'm going to punish you! And I can guarantee it won't be fun, either!"

Author's Note:

And there you have it. Every time reread the end, I'm reminded of The Pencil. It's weird how my mind works sometimes. I'd also like to take the time to mention that the editor is a major asshat that refuses to let me space stuff before the line separator. So sorry about that. I tried to separate the story from the author notes a little more...but it refuses to cooporate. -_-