Author's Note: So, I did this in response to a Sunset Contest on DeviantArt. I don't know... I was originally going to write them both in Wonderland for this, but then the idea of them being on a ship decided to flutter across my mind, instead. It's terrible, I know, but it's the best I could manage with school and homework looming over me every moment of the day. ;)

I hope some of you enjoy it anyway, though.

Word Count: 982

Rating: PG for now, but I doubt it will continue for long.

Pairing: Axel/Roxas

Location: Pirates of the Caribbean World; on a ship in the middle of the ocean.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Axel, Roxas, or Pirates of the Caribbean... I just love them. ^-^

The sun glinted off of the water in every direction, flitting to and from the ship's hull like fireflies playing touch tag, loud creaking noises echoing across the water as the large wooden vessel sailed on. It had been going smoothly, the wind catching the sails in all the right ways and tugging them in the right direction with little fuss, and everything was as it should be… except that they were lost.

"I told you we shouldn't have gone below in the middle of the day, Axel," Roxas shouted across the deck.

Above deck, steering the ship, stood Axel with a confident and unworried look upon his face, and when he heard Roxas's words, he couldn't help but to smirk. "We're not lost."

"Oh really," the blond retorted. "When was the last time you saw any markers? We should have seen land by now!"

Axel rolled his eyes. This particular conversation had been happening on repeat ever since they'd returned to the deck, both with particularly satisfied grins on their faces, to find that they had been sailing completely in the wrong direction for an undetermined amount of time. Whose fault it was had never been sorted out, but it had been obvious from Roxas's expression that Axel would be taking that particular blame whether or not it had actually been his fault because of the fact that he had been the one to suggest that they take a little break in the middle of the day.

Well, it wasn't his fault that Roxas had been sweating so much he'd pulled off his shirt, and it wasn't his fault that this particular blond had then proceeded to tie down the mast, showing off his rippling arm muscles to his admiring green-eyed gaze. It also wasn't his fault that a particular need had risen insistently in his trousers, nor was it his particular fault that he had a way of kissing Roxas that made the blond just as needy.

Needless to say, they'd both agreed, though perhaps next time they should try doing it on the deck to avoid an argument of this sort during the aftermath. It didn't matter. Things would calm down once Axel found their bearings, but with the sun setting so fast he wasn't sure he could do it before morning. He didn't exactly fancy sleeping alone tonight. It could get pretty cold this far out...

Roxas continued to yell at him from below, and he continued to watch his lover with an interested eye, even though they'd already satiated that particular craving earlier. He wasn't keeping a weathered eye on the horizon, so he wasn't paying attention when the object they were looking for began to bob into and out of the corner of his vision. Really, it wasn't until the blond threw something his direction rather hard, and Axel was made to dodge the dangerously heavy metal object that he noticed the sun was setting a bit early.

In fact, the light shouldn't be hitting the water for at least a few more ticks from his pocket watch; not that it was usually on time these days. Water and gears never seemed to get along very well.

He glanced up and away from his angry shipmate, which earned him an unseen scowl from the frustrated blond below him, and while Axel's eyes were widening with discovery an angry Roxas was stomping up the stairs to smack his lover for ignoring his frustrated tirade. Once he was close enough to reach the distracted red head, the shorter man swung his arm back with the intention of smacking Axel hard across the face, but his arm was caught in midair.

Without even glancing down at Roxas, Axel said, "Look."

The blond's first instinct was to growl, struggling to pull his arm free so that he could take another swing at his lover, but when the red head didn't turn around to spar with him he finally paused. Following that green eyed gaze, he turned his own head to see what Axel was looking at. There on the horizon was an oddly shaped shadow nearly hidden by the bright rays of the sun that shown around it, and, though it made his eyes water to look at, Roxas found himself unable to pull his gaze from the tiny, nearly hidden island.

"We found it," he breathed, stumbling sideways into Axel, a wave rocking the ship as his knees stiffened in surprise.

He was caught easily by long arms that were definitely stronger than they looked, and he finally tore his gaze away from the horizon to look up at the red head. Green eyes met his with an easy, almost 'I-told-you-so' glint lighting them, but Axel just nodded. For a moment, they stood like that, looking at one another, one in the arms of the other before the realization that they needed to get moving finally reached them.

They broke apart in an instant, each shouting orders at the other.

"Don't lose that spot on the horizon," shouted Roxas, as he bounded down the stairs.

"Tie down the mast," shouted Axel. "We don't want to lose that wind!"

"Head straight for that island," Roxas added.

"The sun's almost gone," Axel finished.

It wasn't long, however, before the light they had been sailing by began to vanish completely, and they had to admit that they wouldn't make it before sunset. There was a pause, both looking in the other's direction, and without needing to speak they both made the same decision: full stop.

The sun would rise in the morning, lighting the sight of a beautiful island that few people had ever discovered, and full, they were both pretty sure, of hidden treasure. That discovery would have to wait for the morning, however, but at least tonight Axel knew he wouldn't have to sleep in his cold cabin bed alone.