You kiss me when your Drunk

DIng-dong-ding-dong-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!

With a groan Axel rolled over in his bed, and with bearly eyes looked at the time displayed in the bright green neon of his digital clock.

3:45am

"Uggghhhh!" Axel flipped back over onto his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head, trying fuitivley to go back to sleep.

The persistant knocking didnt subside however, and against Axel's better judgment, he found himself pushing away from the cozy embraze of his mattress, pulling on a pair of dirty pajama pants and old T-shirt, and dragging his way towards the front door.

Please dont be who I think it is...

Axel prayed silently in his mind. Though fuitively, he knew who it was awaiting him on the other side of the door. Only one person ever visted him at this hour.

Axel reached the door and grabbed the handle just when he waas about to open it,, he paused.

I can't let this happen anymore, this is the last time-

Without realizing it, he let his forehead rest against the hard wood of the door. It was the same mantra he always repeated before opening his door to this person. And everytime the doorbell would ring or the door would knock and he would open that door, and fail at keeping that mantra alive. So this was the last time-

BANG-BANG-BANG

Axel pulled his head back with a curse and rubbed his forehead. That really wasnt the smartest idea on his part but hey, opening his door wasnt smart either and here his hand was already turning the handle.

As always Axel tried to brace himself against the feelings that flooded him whenever he saw that person standing there, but it was always a losing battle.

He stood there under the light of Axel's porch with eyes that were a little too bright, hair that was already a bit too messy, breath that smelt a little too sweet, and clothes that had already been taken off and then hurriedly been shoved back into place. His stance always seemed solid but Axel knew if he were to reach out and make contact, that body would sway and go off balance.

Silence stretched on between them. Until he smiled that goofy smile and spoke the usual word:

"Hey..."

A wobbly step forward, then another and the source of Axel's troubles landed in his arms.

Axel couldn't help but shut his eyes and hang on to the side of the open door, neither returning the embrace or pushing it away. As usual his mind took him other places, a happier scene, an aternative to his situation.

His lover returning home from a long day at work, tired and worn. Axel opening the door, afternoon sunlight pouring on his skin and warming him as he reached out and his arms were filled with the embrace of his love.

An exasperated sigh from the body he was hugging, a laugh and the feeling of his nose being tickled by the hair he was nestling his face into. God if ever heard this guy laugh...

It was a scene Axel played over and over again, only being brought back to the present reality when sloppy kisses were trailing up his neck, too sloopy and wet for his fantasy.

Cold night air washed across Axel's face, pulling him further away from the picturesque scene, slowly he extended his arm and shut his open door.

He took a deep breath, trying to gather himself so he could resist-

"Roxas-"

Warm lips crushed against Axel's mouth, stopping his words completley. An equally warm tongue pushed past Axel's closed lips, entering his mouth and rubbing seductively against Axel's own tongue.

The strong and familar taste of alcohol flooded Axel's senses, surprising him even though it shouldn't by now how much his visitor had drank. His head spun.

Trying despritely to stop the events that were about to unfold Axel reached his hands up to the ones clawing at his shoulders, placing his ontop and trying to gently pull them off. This only made his smaller guest push his body more firmly against Axel slender frame.

Finally his lips were released, Axel thanked his stature which made him nearly tower over the smaller body below. If it weren't for his height, Axel probably wouldn't have the leverage he needed to retreat.

His relief was short lived however, as hands wiggled out from under his and began to devel underneath his shirt. Axel stifled a lustful groan as warm hands traced a line up his adomen, spreading out at the junction of his pecks and combing through the fine hair that grew there. Axel tilted his head back, and was a bit surprised when it came in contact with the wall.

Those hands were still working on Axel's torso, spreading off further to the sides and teasing already taugnt nipples. Quick reflexes is what had Axel's hands gripping slightly more slender wrists than his own, holding them in place and refusing to let them budge.

Head still tilted back, Axel felt more than saw the frown that spread across the face that was now staring up at him.

Did he see the pain etched in the lines of Axel's face? did he notice that his once steady hands were trembling?

"It's okay" That voice whispered softly, his body nearing Axel's and pressing against it.

Don't tell me that...

Lips were again pressed to the hollow of Axel's neck, nibbling at his collar bone before resuming their attempt at a journey upwards.

Axel's neck was slowly bending, his face angling towards the one that was tilting back for him. His own green eyes met a pure blue, dull with the hazy film of lust and booze.

Axel searched those deep pools for something, anything that would convince Axel that this person had some kind of feeling for him, something that would justify his actions. Anything, that would give meaning to their kiss.

He tried to convince himself that there was something, a tiny sliver of love in those eyes. In reality he knew there was nothing, he was just another warm body on a cold night. The way he acted, it told Axel everything he needed to know.

It didnt matter that no words were actuay said, because with his actions it was like he was saying it out loud.

The only one it mattered to was Axel.

I can't be alone with you...

That was Axel's last cochearant thought before he shoved everything else away and crashed his lips down against a very willing mouth. At least thats what he told his mind, his heart however was still beating.

Wasn't it?

When the early morning light shone through Axels window he awoke to an empty bed, not the warm body he had so hoped was there beside him, no note of explainantion was waiting for him on the bedside table. Axel searched his apartment, the only signs of another person ever being there was the damp towel in his bathroom and a puddle of water in his tub.

He sat back down on his disheveled bed, flipping his phone open to find no messages, no missed calls. It was a waste of his time to call and leave one of his own, they never got returned.

Axel sighed heavly and ran his fingers through his tangled hair, this was going to be the death of him if he fell.

Too bad he already had.