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Sorry this took so long…The next on will take longer I bet… XD

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And goodness knows, the wickeds' lives are lonely…

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He wasn't thinking about him. Was not.

Roxas squirmed in his seat, chewing on one end of his eraser. Fifteen minutes of class had already passed by and Axel still hadn't showed up. Not that he was missing anything of particular significance; Professor Zexion was reclined in his chair, attempting to conduct a Socratic style lecture over the wonders of whatever literature they were currently supposed to be reading. Unfortunately for him, Socratic style lectures didn't work well without class participation, and the majority of the class was either too tired or distracted by other things to care.

…Like not thinking about a certain redhead with a sinfully angelic voice…The same redhead (with remarkably emerald eyes) who had been showing up more and more frequently in Roxas's dreams for the past three days.

Roxas sunk lower into the chair, placing his head in his hands. Why was this such a problem? It had started innocent enough; the first dream consisted of just…talking with the him. A playful bit of flirting.

….Roxas cringed. Okay… so it was a little more than just flirting...It was probably better defined as blatant seduction. Thankfully, there was no physical contact…just….words. He felt himself blush at the memory of the things he'd said in his dream; Axel's sultry voice purring, "I want you…" just before he had woken up…

He had dismissed it as a lack of sleep combined with an abnormal amount of stress.

Day two was a little harder to ignore. It was similar to the night before, with a few key differences: 1) The dream was in first person perspective; he wasn't just watching himself say things… he was the one saying them, 2) Somehow Axel had ended up substantially closer to him than before… close enough to touch, and most importantly 3) Axel was shirtless. Roxas woken up just as Axel had slinked his arms around the blonde's waist…

Roxas decided that he needed to eat healthier, and ate a salad for lunch.

But day three…. Roxas couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong with him. It started with where day two had left off; he was pressed against the taller boy, face at his neck… He felt the musky scent of smoke filling his senses…The warm chest pressed against his own… Soon their lips were coming closer….closer….

And then Roxas woke up.

Now sitting in his English class, he struggled to understand why, exactly, he was having sexually provocative dreams about a boy he loathed; a boy who skipped class, played with the hearts of numerous girls in the school, and had probably stolen from children in Africa...

And yet, he felt himself wondering where the tall redhead was at that moment. Not that he wanted to care; He had thousands of more important things to do than worry about the whereabouts of a delinquent… like school. Certainly school was a thought to occupy his mind for a while.

Then he realized that he was passing all his classes with nearly perfect marks. He wasn't having any trouble with any subject matter, and he'd already gotten all of his long term projects done early. School was clearly not an issue.

What about…Christmas shopping? Yes, Christmas shopping! He had to get all of his friends gifts… perhaps a bag of homemade sweets? Affordable and delicious. He could start on them as soon as he got home…and then he realized that it was the middle of January; he had another eleven and a half months before Christmas became an issue again.

Of course, transposing the rest of the score for the musical should have been at the forefront of his thoughts. But whenever he thought about the musical, he would start thinking about the cast. And whenever he thought about the cast he would think about a certain sexy red haired male with a sinfully angelic-

"UGH! I AM NOT THINKING ABOUT HIM!!!!"

Snapping out of his train of thought, Roxas realized that he was standing in at his desk, hands curled into fists. The class was dead silent, mouths agape and staring at the normally quiet blonde's outburst.

Eyes widening, he shot a look at a bewildered Sora sitting next to him. "Sora….Did I say that out loud …?"

The brunette boy nodded slowly, a mix of confusion and concern written on his face.

Professor Zexion cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Roxas, but is there something you'd like to share, perhaps?"

Roxas felt his face heat up. "U-u-uh…. Well… Actually, Professor Zexion, I kinda have to go to the bathroom."

The room erupted in laughter.

The silver haired teacher raised an eyebrow. "….All you had to do was ask, son. By all means, take as much time as you want…."

Roxas quickly rose from his seat and darted out the door, heading to the only place he knew was safe; the trapdoor.

It'd been there as long as Roxas had been at the school, and probably a long while before that. He'd found it the second week of his freshman year on accident; he'd tripped on what he had thought was "nothing", only to discover that one chunk of floor on the stage was ever-so-slightly indented. Upon further inspection, he was thrilled to discover a hidden room beneath the stage. It was definitely old; probably as old as the auditorium itself, which had been around longer than the school. Demyx loved to ramble on about the original founders had wanted to save time and money, so they built the school around an old community theatre…

It had a musky sort of smell; the kind you find at your grandparents house. It was dark, dusty, and moderately creepy…

That is, until Roxas realized there were working lamps. Once dimly lit, the dusty old room took on a new sort of homey look, and was nicely furnished with a torn-up couch, a table with a few chairs, and a plastic cooler…And that's when Roxas had realized- he wasn't the first person to have found this place.

Which was fine. Roxas didn't mind sharing this treasure with someone else. At first he had thought about trying to meet the elusive person who came there like he did, but after nearly three years of never catching even a glimpse of him (or her… Roxas had always just assumed it was a guy by the smell of musky cologne), he'd given up hope. Slowly but surely, the room had become Roxas's escape from the world of ridiculous high school drama, and better yet from the crazy administration who ran the place. Lucky for him, none of the teachers seemed to know about the room beneath the stage, and even if they did they apparently didn't care.

Opening the door to the auditorium, Roxas gave a sigh of relief. This was his home; even when things felt wrong any where else in the world, this always felt right. He plodded up to the stage and carefully opened the floorboards, revealing a poorly made, wooden staircase. Roxas carefully walked down into the room, flipping on the lamp next to him. The room slowly lit up, revealing the tacky Indian rug, the beat up table, the torn up couch….

Wait…. The couch….

There was something…..different about it.

No…not about it….on it.

Roxas felt his eyes widen in shock as tried to comprehend what he was seeing: Red hair, lanky build, disregard for uniform code…He struggled to think of something to say. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the greatest choice…But at the time it seemed quite appropriate.

"….What…the…fuck are YOU doing here?!?"

Axel stirred slowly, then realizing the situation, jumped up in surprise. "Oh….shit." He quickly gathered his things and started to make a beeline for the door, but Roxas stubbornly blocked the way.

"Y-y-you…. YOU'RE the one who I've been sharing this with?!" the blonde sputtered, gesturing at the room.

Axel nodded slowly, eyes cast down at the floor.

Roxas let out a sigh. "How long?"

"What?" Axel asked, trying to make the situation less awkward. "I don't know what yo-"

"How long have you been coming here?!"

Axel glanced down at the boy in front of him. It wasn't going to end well anyway…might as well make the most of it.

"Long enough…"

Roxas rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that macho crap. What the hell do you mea—mmph!"

A warm set of lips swiftly came down on his, and suddenly Roxas had trouble thinking straight…

Axel was kissing him.

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You're perfect…

You're perfect…

So we're perfect together.

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A/N: I love procrastinating….

Sorry about the really really really awful cliffhanger. At least you'll get more smut in the next chapter? I don't know…. Maybe? Ugh.

Oh, and everybody go read riisoku's stuff or go to her deviantart or something. She has bronchitis, and needs cheering up.

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