A/N: ALRIGHT, second chapter!

...And most of my ideas are spent already, hahahaha;;;

For anyone bothering to read this, suggestion for my next move are most wecome ;D thanks.

Chapter Two

Axel was only half surprised to find Roxas curled up in his bed next to him on the second night of him being there. At least he's fully clothed. The tiny voice in the back of Axel's brain pointed out cheerfully. But he should be getting up for school now.

"Oi." Axel grunted, still half asleep, as he shoved gently at the blond. "Get up. You've got school."

The blond made a small little moan as he stirred, bright eyes blinking over at Axel as if he were confused.

"Good morning. Care to explain why you're in my bed?" Axel asked, all smiles and sweet tones.

"Mmf." Roxas replied as he sat up and climbed out of bed. He glanced at the clock on Axel's bedside table, decided something, and walked out without another word.

Axel heard the shower start up a few minutes later, and he got up to throw some breakfast together for Roxas- it was the least he could do, really.

Roxas emerged from the bathroom dressed in his school uniform just as Axel was laying down breakfast- he seemed to have an inner clock that alerted him whenever food was about to be put out, he never missed breakfast- and like a zombie he sat at the table and started to eat. Axel watched with a small grin. He remembered that horrible groggy feeling and the lead dread sitting in his stomach as he faced another day of school.

"Got a test today or something?"

"Yup. History and biology." Roxas mumbled over a spoonful of cereal, finally looking over at Axel who was sipping on a cream-choked coffee.

"Oh. Sorry, can't help. But I'm sure you'll do fine."
"I'm not worried about the tests." Roxas said in an almost rude tone. He cleared his plate and took it through to the kitchen, before grabbing his bag and heading for the door. "I'll see you when you get home from work." He called, and then he was gone. Axel watched the door with a perplexed frown. Weird kid.

The apartment was spotless. That was really the only thing Axel's mind seemed to pick up as he got in from work. He had worked the closing shift, and was exhausted after having to clean up the entire bakery and toss out all of the goods that wouldn't keep (some of them he had bought home because it seemed like too much of a waste).

But yes, the entire apartment had been scrubbed top to bottom- there was no dirt ground into the carpet, no empty beer cans on the coffee table, the ash tray had been emptied out and cleaned, the dishes had been washed and put away and the mysterious mold growing in the bathroom was gone. All the washing in his room, however, was piled on his bed and amongst the pile was Roxas, fast asleep, with one of his headphones still in and crashing music blasting through the tiny speakers.

He was still dressed in his school uniform, his shirt riding up his side to expose the smooth, cream colored skin.

Axel sat down on the bed next to him, kicking off his work shoes before carefully stroking a finger over the sensitive skin exposed. The muscles in Roxas' stomach tensed and he twitched a little, a small protesting squeak making itself heard.

"Ticklish?" Axel whispered to the boy, repeating the gentle touch, and again the boy twitched and giggled, his eyes flickering open and Roxas stared over at Axel through thick black lashes.

"I was s'pose to be finished before you got home..." He said with a frown. "But there was so much to do, and I got so sleepy."

"The place looks great, anyways." Axel grinned down at the blond, "Probably hasn't been this clean in years."

"I'm scarred for life after some of the things I found under your bed." Roxas sat up, pushing his shirt down as he did so and quickly wiping away a bit of spit that clung to the corner of his mouth. Axel gave a quirky little smile, and stood up. He didn't trust himself on a bed with Roxas.

"Pizza for dinner? Unless you can cook, too?"

"Only if you want this place burnt to the ground." Roxas flopped back onto the bed. "Order pizza, I'll finish the washing."

For four days, the trial was going perfectly, save Roxas climbing into Axel's bed every night.

Every morning, Roxas got up at an hour that gave him enough time to shower and eat before he went to school, and he tidied the apartment on nights when Axel worked the closing shift. He'd barely even attempted to kiss Axel, too.

All of that was about to change.

The morning started off the way it always did. Axel and Roxas got up together, and Axel made breakfast while Roxas showered and they ate together. Axel informed him he'd be home at four because he was working the afternoon shift, and Roxas left to catch his bus.

But then Axel got a call from his workmate who was suppose to be working the morning shift, and begged for Axel to swap shifts. Why not? Axel agreed and headed into work.

It was a quiet morning in the bakery. The breakfast rush had been and gone, and there was still an hour until the lunch rush, so Axel was bored. He leaned on the counter, one hand on his chin and stared out the window, trying to will the people on the streets to come into the store and buy something. His mind-controlling abilities were a little rusty. And then he saw a very familiar blond-headed boy, wearing a familiar school uniform- although the tie had been shoved into the boy's bag and his shirt tails hung out. Roxas. Axel couldn't believe it. He glanced at the clock behind him. It surely wasn't lunch time at the school.

He watched Roxas for as long as he could, and Roxas didn't seem to notice. He was with some other kids, laughing and chatting away as if he didn't realize just how much trouble he was going to be in when he got home.

Axel felt so old.

At one, Axel returned home and found a very surprised looking Roxas sitting in front of the TV.

"Axel!" He squeaked. "I thought you had work until four." As an after thought, he turned off the TV, sitting up straight and smiling as innocently as he could at Axel. Axel appeared rather calm, standing in the doorway with a bag of pastries in his hand. It was a rouse. Inside, he was already yelling.

"And I thought you had school until three." He said as he moved into the kitchen, dropping the bag on the counter and pouring himself a glass of water. Roxas followed, walking on light feet. "Yet I saw you outside of work this morning." He finished his drink, leaning against the bench. "Isn't that strange?"

Roxas looked down at his feet.

"Give me your cellphone." Axel ordered, holding his hand out towards Roxas. "Now."

"What? You're going to take it off me as punishment?" Roxas scoffed a little, looking disbelieving.

"No, I'm going to call your parents. The rule was that you went to school every day, or you went back to your parents. Now hand it over."

"Oh, come on Axel." Roxas frowned, stepping back a little. "It's not like you never cut class."

"That's not the point, Roxas." Axel frowned back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Those were my conditions, and you fucked it up all by yourself, so now you're going home."

"I'm not going home!"

"Yes you are, now give me your damn phone!" Axel didn't mean to raise his voice, and the look on Roxas' face would be permanently burnt into his brain for the rest of his life.

"Fuck you." Roxas spat, and left. He slammed the door so hard, Axel felt it in his gut. Or maybe that was just the big brick of guilt.

An hour ticked by before Axel started to worry about Roxas. The stubborn half of his heart had forbidden the feeling, but now he was fretting. He tried Roxas' cell at least ten times every half hour, cursing louder and louder each time he didn't answer his texts or calls.

Two, then three hours ticked by and Axel watched, dismayed, as the sun slowly sunk down into it's bed on the other side of the earth. Still no Roxas.

Stress didn't agree with Axel, in fact it wiped him out. By eight o'clock, without dinner, Axel fell asleep, kicking and jerking in his sleep until his bedsheets were a messy bundle at the foot of his bed.

It was half past ten when Roxas returned home. He went straight to Axel's bed, feeling just as guilty as Axel felt worried. The blond said nothing, standing over Axel stock-still and silent.

But still the red-head stirred. He blinked up at Roxas, felt the rush of relief that left him feeling breathless.

"We should paint the kitchen. It's ghastly." Roxas said.

"I've been meaning to since I moved in."

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Axel agreed, and then Roxas leaned down and Axel leaned up and they kissed for the first time since Roxas had moved in, and every single bad feeling that had come between them melted away to passion.

'So much for not touching him!' The voice in Axel's head screamed at the top of it's metaphorical lungs as he pulled Roxas onto the bed.