Roxas tore into his new pack of cigarettes, and pulled out a flawless, white stick. He shoved it between his lips and fished in his bag for his lighter. Of course, it wasn't in there. The blonde looked around him and picked his jeans up from the floor. Sticking his fingers in a pocket, he found the small black lighter. The boy let out a relieved sigh and flicked his wrist, popping the Zippo's lid open. Bringing the lighter to the cigarette sitting in his mouth, Roxas pushed down on the thumbwheel.

Nothing happened.

Roxas grumbled to himself, attempting again to get the lighter to light without luck. He shook his Zippo. Empty.

"Axel!" Roxas spat, cigarette still in his mouth. He threw the lighter onto the desk he was sitting on and turned to face his teacher, who was buttoning his shirt.

"Mr. Lea," Axel corrected. He laughed, "What do you need now?"

"Lighter," the blonde stuck his arm out. "Got one?"

The teacher picked his pants off the ground with his foot. He pulled a lighter from the back pocket and tossed it to his student before stepping into said jeans.

Roxas quickly lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. His middle and ring finger retrieved the fag from his lips and he threw his head back, exhaling.

"Roxas, put your clothes on," Mr. Lea instructed, buckling his belt and tucking his shirt in.

"'Roxas, put your clothes on'," the blonde mimicked his teacher in a mocking fashion. He scooped the clothes that were on the floor and desk and dressed himself in an almost taunting manner.

The redhead rolled his eyes as his student wiggled his butt at him to slip back into the pants Axel had torn off those skinny legs no more than twenty minutes earlier. He walked behind the boy, smacking his behind, "Hurry up, I gotta get back before the other kids start causing trouble."

"You were only gone for like, half an hour," Roxas grumbled, passing his cigarette to Axel so that he could pull his V-neck back over his spikey, golden hair.

"I swear these kids are insane. Delinquents."

Roxas laughed, "And I'm not?"

Axel took a long drag from his student's cigarette. He spoke as he exhaled smoke that dissolved into the air, "Oh no, you're the worst of the bunch."

Again, the blonde student laughed. He pulled a white slip of paper from his pocket, "Don't forget to sign this for me."

"Yeah, yeah," the red-haired teacher snatched the detentions slip from his pupil's hands while returning the cigarette. "Just don't let the other kids see you leave."

Roxas gave the man a cocky smile, "Oh yeah. We wouldn't want all the kiddies tryin' to fuck their way outta here."

Axel took a step closer to his student, looking down at the boy, "Oh now wouldn't that be interesting?"

"You're disgusting. Having sex with a bunch of minors," Roxas tilted his head back, pushing up to the balls of his feet.

"Now, now it's always only been you, little one," Axel cupped the nape of his student's neck.

The teen leaned his head to the side, bringing their faces closer, "Really?"

"I promise."

Lips almost touching, the blonde closed his eyes, "Then let's make sure to keep it that way."

Axel smirked as he brought their lips together for just a moment before Roxas pushed him away.

"Well," his voice was casual. "As fun as this has been –and it always is I assure you- I can seriously think of a million better things to do on a Saturday, so I'll be taking my leave, Mr. Lea."

"What a tease."

Roxas laughed, "I already gave you what you wanted." He walked towards the classroom door, "See you on Monday. Period three."

"Hey! What about period two?! Don't ditch my class!" Axel ran after the boy.

"Why not? I hate English," the blonde complained as the two walked down the school hall. He finished his cigarette and tossed the butt over his shoulder to the ground. It was a Saturday, so who was gonna stop him?

"I'll probably get shit for that," Axel noted, mostly to himself. "But, if you ditch my class, I'll be forced to call you in for mandatory tutoring every day after school."

Roxas glared at the man, "You are a horrible teacher."

Axel smiled big, "I'm simply concerned for your education. I'd say that makes me a very good teacher."

"What kind of 'very good teacher' lets his students ditch classes and smoke on campus or fuck their way out of detention?"

"Okay… educationally speaking, I'm a good teacher. And like I said, it's just you," Axel said in his own defense.

Roxas shrugged, trying to suppress a smile, "Whatever."

The teacher rolled his eyes, "Oh, and by the way, I'll be visiting you at work later after this."

"What? No don't do that! I don't wan-" Roxas's whining was cut off by Axel's finger at his lips. They were just outside the library.

"Be a good boy and shut up. Otherwise, you can't leave."

The blonde wrapped his small hands around his teacher's thin wrists. Locking eyes with Axel, he kissed the man's fingers teasingly.

The redhead pulled his arm from the blonde. He kept his voice low when he spoke, "Go before you get caught. I'll see you later."

"I better not see you." Roxas frowned. Axel just winked and slipped into the library, returning to the other students. The blonde rolled his eyes and walked down the hall. He stepped out of the school building nonchalantly and walked towards the bus stop, rubbing his bottom, "My fucking ass…"

a/n: to people who read FD before, a lot of these beginning chapters are only lightly edited and will be mostly familiar
but thanks for sticking with me over the years