Of Fire and Destiny
Summary: For many years, August 13th has meant something to Roxas and Axel. It was the day they met, kissed, and connected. In celebration of 8/13 (sorry if posted late D:)
There was nothing he wanted more than the redhead sitting on a stool across from him. Nothing other than that goofy grin, or that lanky stature and confident walk of his. Roxas could think of ten things he would change about axel in an instant, but then take it all back, because Roxas knew, if he did change anything, it would ruin him.
Them.
Everything.
On this day, August 13, Roxas never left the house, never left Axel's arms, and never once stopped letting him kiss his own lips. Those sensual, romantic kisses that only belonged to Roxas for the rest of his life.
He loved Axel.
And it was their anniversary.
Note: VERY short, I know. I was on a tight schedule. Barely any sleep D: