Title – A Change of Schedule

Summary – Axel: The boy who flirted with both girls and boys yet was openly gay. Roxas: The boy who pretended to be fully straight yet had a liking for boys on the side as well.

Warnings – Boy Love, Cursing, Slight Sora Bashing, Slight Kairi Bashing, Alcohol Use, Drug References, Slight Lime

Recommended Song – Calling You by Blue October
Disclaimer – I own Kingdom H—wait, shit, I own nothing. All Final Fantasy and Kingdom Hearts characters belong to Tetsuya Nomura and Squeenix.
"I'm having a party!"

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Those were probably four of the most hated words in the English language—for me, anyway. But Sora cheered, and even Riku looked intrigued.

"Why?"

Kairi giggled. "Because my parents are out of town, and Reno's babysitting me!"

Ah, that explained a lot. Reno was Kairi's older brother. He'd left Destiny Islands a few years back after graduating, to attend another school—Neverwas University, a few towns over. So when "Reno" and "party" were mentioned in the same sentence, he was the one throwing the party.

After all, he's not the most responsible guy.

Sora agreed to go instantly, which mean Riku was technically being forced into attending, and me...well, I was hoping I'd be forgotten, but sure enough, Sora turned to me and said...

"Roxas can come too, of course!"

Oh, Sora...sweet, innocent Sora. Remind me to take a sledgehammer to your head while you're asleep.

Kairi couldn't refuse that, of course, since Sora wasn't planning on going to unless I attended. And I wasn't allowed to refuse by that point.

So, as we walked along, I began bemoaning my fate. When Axel showed up, putting his arm over my shoulder like always, I was too caught up in moping to even shove him off.

I would have noticed him eventually, but Kairi trotted over twice as quickly, intent on delivering the news about the party to Axel. And that resulted in a heated conversation about it the rest of the journey to school.

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Shaking off my mock depression, I arrived at school earlier than everyone else, as usual. Normally, Axel would come bursting in next, but the party was such an interesting topic, he was running behind.

In case it wasn't obvious, I despise, loathe, detest, scorn, despise, and all around just fucking hate parties. First off, they're too crowded. Second, Axel always shows up at them. Thirdly, I'm too anti-social for them; and fourth and last of all, I can't hold my liquor well.

It was only once before; in freshman year. But the memories are blurry, so it's clear I'm not made for drinking. Luckily, Riku and I had kept Sora away from it. I don't want to know what he'd have been like when drunk.

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By the end of the day, everyone was buzzing about the party, and I wanted to drive a nail through my skull.

It was being held later that night; so Riku—damn him—refused to let me go home to finish up my homework. Instead, he dragged me to his house, Sora in tow.

"It's Friday!" he told me. "You have the whole weekend to do your stupid homework."

Those words were met with a glare, but I wasn't granted freedom. Sora was just having the time of his life, but Riku was determined to dress me up and make me look "good" for the party.

"I. Don't. Want. To!" I complained for what had to be the thirtieth time. But my brother simply laughed while his boyfriend ignored me. I hate them both right now.

For two hours, I stood there, playing "Barbie-dress-up-doll" with my best friend.

"Axel's gonna be there. Don't you wanna look good for him?" Riku was just teasing, of course, but I threw a pillow at his head for it anyways, along with a harsh retort.

"Okay, for Naminé, then."

I chose not to respond. Honestly, I thought Riku suspected I was bisexual. However, he'd had yet to say anything.

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When the two hours were up, I was let go. Riku had tortured me within an inch of my life. He'd mussed my hair, though it was still spiky, and something else—I didn't want to know what, that enhanced my eyes, I guess. The better half of one hour had been spent finding me clothes.

But, according to him, my new look worked.

"You look fucking molestable."

This time, a clock met his head instead of a pillow.

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The three of us arrived at the party about thirty minutes later—and instantly I started searching for a nice corner to sit in. I found one, but before I could move toward it, I had to stop.

Why? Because my bestest friend in the whole wide world had my arm in a fucking iron grip.

I settled for scowling at him, and he just grinned cockily in response.

"You're a dick." I muttered under my breath.

I couldn't figure out whether I was happy or pissed that he didn't hear me.

I didn't actually know why I was at the party at that point. I'd called Naminé to reassure myself that she'd be there, but apparently family business had come up, and she couldn't make it. She told me to say hello to Demyx for her, if I saw him.

So I was at Kairi's house for nothing! Sora and Riku were definitely not worth it; I still hated them at that point.

Now, as you may have figured out, I'm not a very expressive guy. A small smile is about all a person will get when I'm happy; a quiet laugh when I'm amused—I'll admit, I'm pretty open when it comes to anger though. Affection isn't really in my list. It's hard enough to show it to Naminé. But I was showing plenty of anger tonight.

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Twenty minutes later, Riku still hadn't let go of my arm, and I was pretty sure I'd lost the feeling in it. It was like this dull stump; I had no use for it. At that point, I was considering biting it off just to get away. I'd find ways to compensate the loss.

Reno, the host, came strolling in around that point. Unlike Kairi, I actually liked her brother. Or maybe it was his uncanny resemblance to Axel. Both had the same bright red hair, though Reno's was long and pulled back into a ponytail.

But even though I liked all of Kairi's relatives, she wasn't saved from my wrath. Were it not for Sora, I'd have...I dunno. Run her over with a truck, or something, by now. The sad part was, my brother wasn't even conscious of his life-saving actions.

I barely recognized anyone there. I did, however, notice Demyx attracting a large crowd of attention as he played his sitar—I'll grudgingly admit he can—with Zexion watching him in the background; Sora and Riku were still with me; Reno was off being social; Axel was at the bar—Axel?!

I turned my head out of shock, not even realizing my actions at that point. He wasn't drinking anything—just sitting there. Vaguely, I realized Kairi was near him.

"I'm thirsty."

No I wasn't. But it was a good excuse, and Riku hesitantly let me go. I made a beeline for the bar, sitting a few chairs away from Axel and his whore of a cousin. Like I knew there would be, alcohol was all over the place. The bartender leaned over and asked me if I'd like a drink, but I shook my head. There was no fucking way I'd touch any liquor.

To my chagrin, but also pleasure, the two redheads did not notice me. In fact, Axel was just staring off into the distance while Kairi ranted on about something he apparently didn't care about. I didn't know what it was, because I didn't care either.

A few minutes later, Riku wandered over.

"Game time."

I let out a groan. Game time was my least favorite time at a party, but it tended to be the biggest event. Unwillingly, I began wandering around.

After awhile, I came across a poker table. Why it was there, I didn't know, until I noticed the dealer.

Luxord was a friend of Reno's at the University. He was a master at cards; undefeatable. The last time I'd seen him was freshman year, and I went home with empty pockets that night—but he let me keep my pants, at least.

He noticed me and grinned, gesturing to the table like he wanted me to join, but I just nodded to him and walked away. I didn't want to lose again.

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I found myself lost in the biggest crowd in the room, and slowly I pushed my way forward—my height caused people not to notice me, which had both benefits and problems.

Eventually I made my way out of the mess, only to get dragged forward by a much taller, not to mention stronger, guy. Inwardly, I whined.

"What do you want, Xigbar?"

I didn't actually know how old Xigbar was, but he attended Neverwas, too. He had black hair streaked with gray, an eye patch over his right eye, and a deep scar on his face. He had a rugged look, but he talked like a surfer. I didn't have any problems with him.

"Dude, Seven Minutes in Heaven. You're up!"

Wow, I suddenly had a problem with him.

My shock barely had time to sink in before he threw me in the closet and slammed the door, locking it securely behind me. It was pitch black, so I couldn't see who I was in the closet with at first, but as I fumbled for the light, I couldn't help but stare in shock.

"I'm locked in a closet with you?!"

Staring right back at me with a smirk planted on his face, was Riku.

"Yep. Seven minutes." Slowly, he reached up and mussed my hair, and I swatted his hand away. "You know, Roxas, you do look an awful lot like Sora...maybe I could pretend..."

Instantly, I took him by the collar and shoved him against the wall, glaring. "You even try to touch me and I'll castrate you and rename you 'Eunuch,' okay?"

Needless to say, that stopped him right in his tracks.

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Seven minutes later, Xigbar opened the door, and I marched straight out, dragging Riku behind me. Sora almost instantly caught up with us, a worried look on his face. "What happened?"

I muttered about the game and Xigbar, and my brother only proceeded to look more panicked.

"We didn't do anything!" I growled indignantly.

Sora just laughed nervously. "No, I know that. It's just Riku's kind of drunk right now, so I was afraid he'd tried something..."

So that explained why he'd done that. Okay, I could forgive him for being an idiot. Depositing Riku into Sora's arms, I wandered off, throwing a "Have fun, you two," over my shoulder.

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Again, I found myself at the bar. But this time, I asked for water. When the bartender handed it to me, I started drinking it slowly, gaze wandering around the room.

I set down the water on the counter, distracted by the fact that Demyx seemed to be grinding against Zexion—though the smaller boy didn't seem to have much a problem with it, and was even reciprocating some.

When I turned back to my drink, I was already contemplating going home. I downed the rest of the water in one go, scrunching my face up at the foul taste it'd acquired somehow, but thought nothing of it.

I drifted away from the bar, only to bump into Axel. I was about to walk away again when his face split into a Cheshire grin, and he put an arm around my shoulders. I pushed him away again, but only half-heartedly.

"You look fucking hot tonight, Roxy. H-O-T. Got it memorized?" He asked, peering down at me.

I completely ignored everything he said and went straight to complaining. "No. And I want to go home." I mumbled.

"Well, I know a way to cheer you up!" Without even bothering to tell me what it was, he took me by the hand and tugged me along—he was a good deal stronger than me, so I wouldn't have been able to break away if I'd tried.

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At that point, I didn't really notice when he sat down in a large circle, forcing me to sit down next to him. It didn't strike me as odd that people were spinning a bottle around and then kissing the person it landed on.

But when the bottle landed on me, I snapped right to attention. Slightly paranoid, I looked around the sea of people to see who'd spun the bottle, only to get a close-up shot of Axel.

Oh.

Well, shit.

His grin still hadn't gone away as he stood up, pulling me up alongside him. I wasn't really going to kiss Axel, was I?

All logical thoughts left my head as I suddenly felt lips against my own.

At first, I could only blink a few times in shock, not responding at all; too caught up in staring at Axel. His eyes were closed, and he obviously wanted me to do something.

I let out a small gasp as I felt his tongue run over my lips, and he took that as an excuse to enter my mouth, sliding his tongue along mine.

So...this was what Axel tasted like. He was sweet, but also slightly sharp; smoky, too. Underneath all that, I experienced the tang of passion—bittersweet but lustful. He tasted...wonderful; I savored it, and after a few more seconds I began to reciprocate.

Unconsciously, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I molded my lips to his. Our tongues entwined as the two muscles fought for dominance, both of us breathing heavily.

I don't know how long it lasted, but all too soon Axel was pulling away from me. I whimpered slightly, before opening my eyes, and I realized everyone was staring at us.

I stared back for a minute, before turning and bolting back to the bar, leaving Axel behind.

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More time passed; I don't know how much. I was having trouble keeping track at that point. I asked the bartender for another drink, and he set a bottle in front of me, full to the brim. I raised it to my lips and tasted it hesitantly—it reminded me of watered-down lemonade.

I didn't like it, but I was thirsty, so I kept drinking it. When I was finished, I shoved it to the side and rested my head against the counter for a minute, only to turn to the side as I felt a hand on my back.

As I looked into Axel's confused face, I smiled vaguely; my eyelids felt heavy. "Hey..." I mumbled.

I'd already figured it all out. Someone had spiked my water before, and the bartender had given me beer.

Well, there is one other problem with me being drunk. While I can't hold my liquor well, I never seem drunk.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, taking a seat next to me and leaning toward me.

I managed to nod before accidentally falling against him. The alcohol was already working its way through my system—and I made a mental note never to drink again. Even a small sip could fuck me up.

And boy, I was fucked up. I heard Axel inhale sharply before resting a hand on my shoulder. Breathing heavily, he lightly pushed me back into a proper sitting position. "Let's get out of here." He murmured into my ear.

I barely understood what he said, but I felt myself smiling, which Axel took as a yes. Standing, he took my hand, but I just swayed in place instead of walking forward. "Carry me..." I pouted.

Okay, so maybe I seem a little drunk. But he'd never seen me drunk to begin with. He probably thought I was just loosening up because I was at a party.

Laughing softly, he brushed his hand against my cheek before leaning over and scooping me into his arms bridal style. No one even gave us a second look—half the people were stoned and worse had been seen.

As he made his way through the crowd, I felt my fingers curling tightly around his clothes. Being with Axel felt like a safe-point, but I wasn't about to trust my feelings.

In the back of my mind, I was hoping he wouldn't drop me; but I knew he wouldn't. However, I have a fear of heights—though this one was due to the fact that I'm short and Axel is tall. Farther to fall equals bad for Roxas.

I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, but I managed to squint slightly, head resting against Axel's chest as I looked out at the crowd. I could feel the steady beat of his heart, and truthfully it was starting to lull me off to sleep.

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But I was torn back to wakefulness by a loud shout that echoed throughout the room, even with the music blasting. I turned my head slightly, almost laughing as I caught sight of Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo pushing their way past random people.

Yazoo was the oldest, and Kadaj, the youngest of the three. They were the older brothers of Riku; Kadaj by one year, Yazoo by five. Loz was in the middle at twenty. I didn't really know what their plans were—they just liked a party.

Actually, Yazoo didn't, but as the oldest he had to look out for his younger brothers. He also attended Neverwas University, as did Loz, but Kadaj, having just graduated from Oblivion High the year before, was waiting.

Yeah, pretty much everyone who graduates from our high school goes to Neverwas afterward, in case it wasn't obvious.

I watch them with vague interest. Kadaj had always amused me; he and I got along pretty well, but Loz was a crybaby and Yazoo, while serious like I was, just scared me.

The three of them passed by Axel and I; apparently looking around for Riku—Sora had my pity. The trio tended to be a bit...flamboyant when it came to their youngest brother.

I felt faintly sick, but I knew I wouldn't be throwing up anytime soon, something I was grateful for but also irritated about.

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Yet when I breathed in cool, fresh air, I looked around and realized Axel had taken us outside. Sighing, I closed my eyes, just barely suppressing a shiver as I felt Axel's breath on my face.

"So what'll it be? Are you thinking my place or yours?" He asked lowly. His voice held a faint teasing tone to it, but I didn't care.

Faintly, I groaned. "Let's go to your place." He didn't know where I lived anyways. His last visit had been in grade school.

I could practically feel the surprise emanating off him. "Y-You really want to?" He heard the shock in his own voice and coughed lightly, obviously trying to regain his composure.

However, I didn't care about his self-control at that point. "Mm-hmm...Yeah...I do."

"Well...okay..."

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I began drifting in and out sleep after that. I hadn't been to Axel's house in about six years—adding on to the fact that I was drunk, I didn't remember much. So, since he was walking, I assumed it was nearby.

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Sure enough, I was on the edge of sleep when the arrival at the pyromaniac's place brought me back. Leaning my head back against his chest, I blearily looked up, staring at all the windows up the side of the building.

"...Apartment?"

He laughed some. "Yeah; the 'rents kicked me out on my birthday."

I was fairly surprised to hear that. After all, his birthday had been six months ago. "Oh..."

"Eh, don't worry about it Roxy." One hand moved away from me, drifting around—I guessed he was looking for his keys, and I was proved correct when he brought his arm up, three silver keys dangling from a chain.

He took one of the keys and unlocked the door in front of us, stepping inside. I gazed around through half-open eyes, noting we were in the lobby...or whatever the ground floor of an apartment complex is.

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As he began walking up the stairs, I couldn't help but notice the great pains Axel took to ensure I wasn't uncomfortable throughout the journey.

But I also couldn't figure out if he was just being nice or not.

I ended up counting the floors as we continued moving up. When we finally came out on a landing, I almost laughed—we were on the eighth floor. Eight was Axel's favorite number.

I glanced at the number on the door and this time, I did let out a faint chuckle, one Axel didn't hear. Number thirteen...my favorite number.

Okay, stupid reason to laugh, but I liked finding humor in the little things when it came to the redhead. Yeah, I'm head over heels for him...ugh, I sound like a girl.

Axel brought the keys up again and unlocked his door, pushing it open before making his way inside, still holding me in his arms.

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He shut the door with his foot before gazing down at me. I just stared back, unsure of what he wanted.

I let out a squeak of surprise as he leaned down and kissed me again.

It was different than before—still passionate, but I could taste the longing this time. The want, the need...maybe because I was drunk, but still, I responded almost eagerly, closing my eyes as I tilted my head up slightly, hoping to deepen the kiss.

I didn't pay attention to anything around me as I focused on Axel. So when I finally opened my eyes again as he pulled away, I could only guess we were in his room.

And that was when he set me down on his bed.

For a minute, I froze. When I'd asked him to take me to his house, I'd figured he'd let me crash on his couch, or something. I wondered if he was planning on letting me take his room instead, but when Axel started taking his shirt off, I realized how wrong I'd been.

Unconsciously, I couldn't help but stare. Axel, while tall, is almost freakishly skinny; and he tends to wear tight, form-fitting clothes. But as I looked at his chest, I noticed that he actually had subtle muscles; well defined but not exactly prominent.

I took in his form, feeling something like a pervert all the while. "A-Axel..." My tongue felt heavy—it was a bitch to try and speak.

I was cut off by Axel placing a finger to my lips. "Shh..." The second I was quiet again, he planted a swift kiss on my cheek, taking his hand away.

It worked. I was almost instantly under his spell. I was completely still—completely silent, my drunken mind taking in the fact that I was in Axel's room.

My eyes drifted for a few moments, taking in the red and black scheme of the room. Instantly I was reminded of fire and darkness; Axel's two absolute favorite things. The room wasn't really messy, but it was impossible to call clean.

I was quickly distracted from these thoughts by the fact that Axel's hand was under my shirt and slowly prying the clothing off.

Without thinking, I sat up slowly, allowing him to do so. I felt myself falling forward, but strong arms wrapped around me, keeping me in place.

After my shirt was off, I watched in a stupor as Axel sat down on the bed next to me, and before I could even attempt to get my thoughts together, he was kissing me again.

A faint whimper passed my lips—I was still utterly confused, but I was with Axel. That was about the only thing my mind was grasping.

The redhead pushed me back down on the bed and climbed over me, using his hands to hold his body up while he began sucking on my neck lightly.

Vaguely, I wondered if he'd done anything like this with anyone else. If there had been another person he took home and fucked their brains out—technically what he was planning on doing to me.

His mouth moved from my neck; I felt his bodyweight move; then his hands were running down my chest almost hesitantly, and my breath hitched.

This wasn't in the schedule. This didn't have any part of it. I wasn't supposed to attend the party—I wasn't supposed to be with Axel in his apartment. But as much as I told myself that, my body was unwilling to move.

I already was with Axel at that point; and I honestly didn't want to leave. As against my agenda as this whole thing was...I preferred being with the redhead.

Each kiss he planted on my skin burned, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I loved the feeling.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, all but snuggling up against him as I sighed in content. Of course, Axel didn't just want to cuddle, so he pressed against me, kissing my cheeks, my nose; anywhere he could reach.

I was clinging to Axel pretty desperately, I admit. But I was in love with the guy, even if he didn't know it, and me being so drunk, it was hard to control my actions.

Unconsciously a moan passed my lips as Axel shifted his position, now nibbling on my ears, my neck, my shoulders, my chest...languidly, like I was moving through syrup, I brought my hands up, entwining them in his hair as my eyes slid shut.

Axel continued his ministrations on my body, though the faint still-sober part of my mind was glad I was still wearing my jeans. I guess Axel respected me that much, though his intent was still raging clear.

My pants would be coming off eventually. And so would his. I felt dizzy just thinking about it. Slowly, I was losing awareness of everything. If he ended up taking me, I doubted I'd fully remember it.

Even though I was with Axel, I knew I'd regret it all.

Just then, Axel's lips brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, and I could not help but cry out. Jeez, we hadn't even fucked yet and he was already having this effect on me.

I shivered as I felt his breath in my ear, asking me questions I couldn't fully understand due to my lack of sobriety.

Okay, the still-rational part of my mind knew this was starting to go too far. Time to tell Axel what was really going on. "Mm-drunk..."

Shit, my lips felt glued together. I wasn't sure if he'd be able to understand me or not; I hoped he had; it was still hard to try and speak.

I guess he did register my words though, because I felt the pyromaniac freeze. The next question he asked stood out clearly in my head: "You're drunk?"

I think I nodded, but I can't be sure.

However, when I felt Axel pull away again, I let out a faint groan in protest, only to hear him chuckling slightly, and I sighed in content when his lips touched my cheek. He murmured something I didn't catch, but blindly I reached out, somehow managing to wrap my arms around his neck and pulling him down next to me.

He said nothing in response, and I simply started nuzzling his neck. After that, I don't remember anything. I know we stayed like that for however long, until my actions caught up with me, and I completely passed out.

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The next morning I woke up...confused. Confused, and head throbbing like a mother fucker. I was spared some from the pain—which wasn't comforting, since it was still really painful—by the fact that I was still half asleep, and I could not help but notice how comfortable I was wrapped up in the sheets.

Sighing, I turned onto my side, only to come to a horrible realization.

Axel was sleeping next to me—his shirt off but pants on, and instantly my eyes snapped wide open, all traces of sleep leaving me—though the headache increased. Slowly, I looked down at myself, relieved to find that I was fully clothed, sans shirt.

And then, the memories of the night before hit me...and I fell back onto the bed with a groan. To my unfortunate luck, the noise caused Axel to stir.

He blinked at me, and I just stared, eyes wide. Frowning some, he leaned over and kissed my forehead lightly. "Morning..." He sounded hesitant, pulling back away from me, concern and confusion reflected in his eyes.

My eyes widened even more, and before I could think, I was off the bed, reaching down to the floor and pulling my socks, shoes, and shirt on. Axel watched me quietly, pushing himself up on one arm. "Roxas...?"

I ran.

Out his door, down the stairs, into the street...I ran all the way home. In the back of my mind, I was grateful Axel's apartment was near my house—in fact, I was glad I recognized the area at all.

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When I burst through the door to my house, out of breath, I was greeted by the sight of Riku and Sora, making out on the couch. I stared at them for a second; they didn't notice me until I coughed rather loudly, purposely attracting their attention.

Sora looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and he turned red, pushing Riku off him so the silver-haired boy landed flat on the floor.

Caught by surprise, a curse flew out of Riku's mouth, and he scowled, face flushed; gazing at me as he rose to his feet. "Where—"

He was cut off spectacularly by Sora, who had jumped to his feet, pushing past his boyfriend and approaching me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and shaking me some.

"Where were you last night? When mom asked, I lied and said you were spending the night at a friend's, and that you'd told me to tell her!"

I stared blankly at my brother, breathing regulated once more; unbelieving that he was capable of thinking up such a lie.

"...Okay, so Riku made it up..."

I smirked slightly, knowing I'd been right. Riku; now composed once more; walked over and pulled Sora away from me gently, hugging him close. Sora blushed again, and Riku cast me a knowing glance.

Damn, I hated that look. It was like he was seeing into the depths of my soul. And it was a creepy feeling.

They were both, apparently, waiting for me to answer, cued by their expectant looks. "I was—" No excuse was coming to mind, but suddenly Sora perked up. "Oh, the food; it might burn soon!"

They'd been making out whenever my brother wasn't confined to the kitchen for the food he was making?

...Idiots.

Sora bolted from the room, Riku lingering behind before his boyfriend's call made him turn away.

I was grateful for the distraction. See, Sora has the attention span of a toaster (read: non-existent). No, actually, he's a toaster on methamphetamine. And I mean that in the kindest, most brotherly way possible. Now that he was focused on food, he'd forget he'd asked me anything to begin with.

I rubbed my temples; my head was still pounding, though I knew if I took some aspirin I'd feel better. However, I was also sure that the pain would go away on its own eventually.

Since the aspirin was in the kitchen, where Sora and Riku were, I suddenly found myself willing to put up with the headache.

So I went upstairs and began doing my homework, in hopes it would distract me from the pain.

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It was Sunday. Two days after the party and twenty-four hours since I'd woken up in Axel's apartment. I was still trying to shake that detail out of my head, but it felt like stabbing me in the side; continually.

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Of course, I'd finished my homework last night. Then I'd taken a long ass shower and used up all the hot water in order to make myself feel better. It hadn't really worked, but I was definitely calmer than I'd been.

Shortly after my shower, Sora had barged into my room to announce that Yuffie had called; and that she wouldn't be back until Tuesday due to her job. Also, if the two of us could both get to school on Monday by ourselves, that would be great.

...Yeah, that whole "Monday" thing wasn't happening. Sora and I weren't going to bother, and Riku was probably just going to spend the day with us.

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Anyways, back to Sunday. My brother and his boyfriend were out for the day, and I was home alone. I officially dubbed it, "me day."

Mainly, "me day" was dedicated to doing...absolutely nothing. Literally; I was trying to forget everything, and that was why I was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but boxers while I stared mindlessly at the TV.

Unfortunately, my plan wasn't working too well, because my thoughts continually kept drifting back to Axel. For the record, I was considering giving myself amnesia at that point.

Even though I'd been drunk, I remembered every detail almost excruciatingly well. Sure, it was all a little fuzzy, but there weren't any gaps in my memory.

The TV was a terrible distraction. As in; it wasn't distracting me at all. Ugh...stupid, lousy, useless piece of technology.

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My trail of thought was going nowhere. So I couldn't figure out if it was a blessing or a curse when the doorbell rang.

I guess it was more of a curse. After all, no one ever came over to visit me. Only Sora or Yuffie; I'd told Naminé never to visit, so she'd call, but that was rare as it was. It wasn't a huge surprise that I was left out of the loop. Anti-social people didn't get visitors.

I put the TV on mute, bored and vaguely listening to the doorbell. There was almost unwritten rule in the house: If no one answered after five minutes, no one was home. But the doorbell kept going.

In truth, it was actually starting to piss me off some. Constant loud noises tended to annoy me. I only put up with Sora because he was family. Everyone else was barely tolerated.

For ten straight minutes, the ringing persisted. So, fairly annoyed, I got up, walking over to the door.

I didn't bother making myself decent. I did have my boxers, and the shower from the night before still lingered on me.

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I opened the door, all ready to cuss whoever was bothering my exciting day far, far away...only to nearly choke in surprise.

Standing on the threshold to my house...

...was Axel.

And he looked just as surprised to see me.

"A-Axel?! W-What are you doing here?" I finally managed to get out, after several minutes of gaping. It had been years since he'd been to my house.

The phone calls, sleepovers, and all around "hanging out" had just...faded. I was shocked he remembered where I lived.

But, that aside, Axel was at my house. He was definitely the one person I didn't want to see at that point. Hell, I'd even take Kairi over him. That's saying something.

The staring contest continued for a few minutes, before Axel coughed and broke the silence.

"I have a question for you, Roxas."

At first, I didn't understand. He'd come all this way to ask me a question? Well, he was wasting his time...

"Did you kiss back because you were drunk or because you like me?"

...Fuck.

For a full minute, I couldn't answer. And when I finally was able to think of something, it came out jumbled.

"W-W-Well y-ou s-see, I-I was j-just um..."

Ah, so much for that working out.

Slowly, Axel came closer toward me, concern reflected in his eyes; I promptly looked away. Ever since that night, I'd been more confused than ever about Axel—confused about his feelings for me.

"Are you in love with me?"

My head jerked up, but there was no mocking tone in Axel's voice, no amusement in his eyes. He was more serious than I'd ever seen him.

Somehow, I was able to fix my speech.

"You know I'm straight."

"That's not what I asked."

Swallowing, I bit my lip. "Why do you want to know?"

Frustrated, he pounded his hand against the door frame. "Dammit, Roxas! Nothing has ever been more important than this! Just tell me!"

Even though I'd shoved Axel away constantly, and "rejected" him in a sense, I'd never full out lied to him. Even when we were younger, I'd never been able to.

"So what if I am? I'm still straight!"

I don't think either of us was really expecting that response. Axel blinked in confusion for a minute, before letting a grin cross his features. "Maybe you're Axelsexual."

I snorted. "Fat chance. It's more...complicated then that."

I expected him to start probing me, asking me what I meant.

What I didn't expect was for his smile to grow and for him to dive down and hug me.

I stifled a gasp—though Axel often had his arm around my shoulder, or ensured he'd brush against me, he'd never flat out hugged me. I was stiff at first, but slowly, I fell into it, returning the hug fiercely and pressing my head against his chest.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

I knew he was asking in reference to why I'd hidden my feelings. He didn't seem too intrigued by the "complications."

Sighing, I led him farther into the house before closing the door, then fell onto the couch and patted it, gesturing for him to sit next to me. And after six years, I finally told him everything.

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He was a good listener, I admit. By the time I was finished, something resembling regret was in his eyes.

"You should have told me." He mumbled.

"And what would I have said?"

That stopped him. "I don't—I mean—Damn, I don't know. You could have just kissed me or something."

"I had Naminé. And I still do."

He didn't look all too happy to hear that, especially since he knew she was nothing more than a fake girlfriend. "She'll understand."

"Yes." I agreed. "But no one else will."

"You actually care what they think? You surprise me, Roxas."

I bit back a scathing retort—he and I both knew the day I cared what others thought, the world would explode. At least, that was how my brother had put it.

He was right, though. From anyone's point of view, it would seem like I was hiding my sexuality because I was afraid of what people would think.

"I just...don't want to let Yuffie down. Even though she accepted Sora, I could tell she was kind of hurt." True, I wasn't terribly fond of the psycho ninja woman, but she had given Sora and I a home.

"You're too much of a people pleaser."

Hurt flashed in my eyes for a split second, and I looked away from him.

"Sorry."

I shrugged—what else could I do? What he said was pretty much the truth. Even though I never acted like it, I hated letting other people down.

Suddenly, Axel grabbed my arm and forced me to face him, face solemn. "Roxas, you don't have to do what Yuffie wants. If you don't love Naminé, that's fine. But you love me. So be with me." He murmured softly.

I could feel the heat rising to my face as I pulled away from him.

"B-but I'm not a-allowed to have a boyfriend." I stammered. "R-Remember? Sora's mom...and grandkids..."

"We'll work around it."

I didn't know how, but at that point, I knew being with Axel was what I wanted more than anything. And I trusted him; I knew he'd think of something.

I leaned back against the couch, scant inches from him as he threw his arm over the back of the piece of furniture. Both of us were comfortable where we were, the TV still flashing random images but still muted.

The moment of truth was approaching, along with many consequences depending on my answer.

On Tuesday, I would go back to school—but what would I do? Continue ignoring Axel? That would be harder now that he knew how I really felt. Especially since I still didn't know how he felt.

Even though I knew he was eager for an answer, I wanted to make sure of everything. "But I still don't know how you feel. Do you love me?" I questioned hesitantly.

He blinked owlishly at me, as if surprised I even asked.

"Love you? Roxas, I stopped myself from taking advantage of you because you were drunk, even though all I wanted was to have my way with you. I flirt with you all the time. I try to give my attention to you, even though people follow me everywhere. I'm asking you to be my boyfriend! If that doesn't prove my love..." he chuckled half-heartedly. "Then I'm screwed."

I couldn't tell if I was shocked by his answer or not. I felt it was a rather out of character and serious remark from Axel—then again, when he got serious he meant nothing but the truth. I just continued staring at him, trying to figure out how to respond.

However, Axel still wanted an answer; faster than I was stalling. "What do you say, Rox?"

I knew the right thing to do, the smart thing to do, was to just deny him even though the truth was out, and do what everyone else said was fine. What Yuffie said was fine. To keep hiding what no one else knew about me.

Naminé had always told me to be true to myself. When I'd asked her what she meant, she'd smiled and told me I'd understand one day.

I think I finally did. At that point, I was sick of denying what I wanted just so everyone else could be happy.

Sighing, I leaned a bit closer to him, brushing my hand against his cheek lightly.

"...Okay."

He grinned, and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

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You could say, from that day on, my schedule was a bit different.

Author Notes: Okay. So this is the last chapter of this story. I guess it's just a measly two-shot, but whatever. So, at this moment, pretty much everywhere across the world is celebrating AkuRoku day (meaning it's currently 8/13). I am no different. I fangirled with a few friends of mine for hours. And it's only three hours into AkuRoku Day to begin with. Anyways. I realize the ending is slightly vague; and I apologize if the kiss and...bedroom scene were a bit childish or pathetic. I've never bothered trying to write scenes like that and doing so makes me extremely nervous. Comment on that, if you want to. I noticed the favorites and reviews didn't quite add up, which is slightly rude, but thank you for doing so, reviewers and other fans alike. Though, I'm still a review whore, and I want reviews. Tell me how much it sucks; tell me how much you loved it; tell me it's boring. I don't care what you say. But, I digress. This story will not have a sequel, or another chapter, or anything of the like. The reactions are deigned to one's imagination. Just know I saw them as good when I wrote this. I believe Axel and Roxas deserve their own happy ending. Well, Happy AkuRoku Day everyone!