AN: Prompt number three from the list - "drowning". OK, I admit I cheated a bit, but it's Axel/Roxas... Don't I get credit for that? Please?

Exactly why I ended up in that ridiculous outfit is a long story, and I really don't want to go into it right now. Suffice it to say I lost a bet that involved Sora, Riku, a bed and some very loud moans, and this was my forfeit. I spent a lot of time cursing Axel, whose bright idea this was, as I clambered into the clothes this morning. I knew he shouldn't be watching those TV shows with Kairi – they put strange thoughts into his head. Anyway, I had to spend the entire day dressed in a replica of one of those tiny cheerleading outfits all the girls seem to wear in those shows. And when I say tiny, I mean it. It's got a low neckline that's obviously meant to show off assets that I, being male, do not possess. The skirt barely covers my arse. This, according to Axel, meant that I couldn't wear my boxers, as they'd be visible. I almost hit him when I saw what he'd bought for me instead. Yes, actually bought. They were pink, lace, and very very girly indeed. But, as he pointed out (ever so helpfully, as usual – can you hear the sarcasm?), it was that or nothing. And I am not the exhibitionist he is. So I wore them. They itch, unpleasantly.

The matter wasn't helped in the slightest by Axel leering at me all day. Oh yes, I think I should mention that he's my boyfriend. Being in school, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, except glare at him. Repeatedly. Continuously. He didn't get the message, or, more likely, chose to ignore it. This is Axel we're talking about, after all. He was definitely in for it when we got home, no doubt whatsoever.

………………

The walk home felt like torture. I was aching to get out of those blasted clothes, but also trying to plot my revenge. I could only think of one thing that would really work, and he'd enjoy it in the end. Still, so would I.

As I expected, he practically pounced on me as soon as the door clicked shut behind us. This time, though, I had other ideas. I was calling the shots; hell, I deserved it, after the day he'd just put me through, and he'd be the one begging me in the end. Knowing that if I waited until we reached the bedroom, nothing would go to plan, so I pushed him into the lounge, onto the couch, then sat firmly on his lap. Nothing unusual so far – he was already sliding his hands under my shirt. Grasping his wrists, I pinned them above his head.

"Keep them there."

As soon as I let go, his hands were back on me, but I just repeated the action.

"I mean it, Axel."

He smirked, but managed to bite back the comments I knew he was dying to make. It isn't often I take charge like this, and to be honest I don't normally want to. Occasionally, though…

Slowly, I unbutton his shirt. He growls at me to hurry it up, or at least let him move his hands, but I don't. The more frustrated he gets, the better it will feel in the end. He's used the same trick on me enough times, so I should know. He has far less patience than I do. I'm just beginning to undo his trousers when the words slip out of his mouth.

"Damn it, Rox, please."

"Please what?" I'm whispering in his ear, running my fingertips over all the places I know are sensitive, and he groans at me.

"Let me touch you, Rox. Please."

"Why should I let you do that?" We both know I'm about to give in, but I ask anyway.

"Because I'm drowning in you, and I need to hold you."

I nod, and that's all the permission he needs. Those awful, itchy panties are ripped off, literally ripped off, first; soon to be followed by the rest of our clothes. I'm sure you can figure out what happened next – I'm not going to tell you. But what I will say is that it was one of the best nights of my life.

AN: Over to you, my lovely readers, for reviews.