Chapter 2 – Sanctuary

Roxas led Sora through the house pointing out random rooms. Sora could swear that he could see Roxas look at him . . . a second longer than necessary.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're handsome?" Sora blurted out.

"Sora?" Roxas turned and looked at Sora.

Sora blushed two colors brighter than Mercury. "I . . . um, didn't mean that . . . sorry, Roxas."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Sora."

"Here's my room," Roxas sputtered, desperate for a topic change.

Roxas then opened his door and walked into his room, leaving Sora dumbfounded. "Come on in, if you want?"

Sora blushed and looked at the ground, walking into Roxas' room and closing the door behind him.

"Oh," Roxas gasped.

"Sorry! I'll just go." Sora turned to leave, but Roxas caught his wrist.

"No, no . . . please, stay."

"I. . . I'm sorry for whatever I did."

"No, Sora . . . ," Roxas stopped mid sentence and placed his hand on Sora's cheek lightly. "Your cheek is swollen."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I just wanted an excuse to touch your face."

Sora blushed crimson. Was Roxas hitting on him?

Roxas sat down on his bed which had been messed up quite recently, as Sora could tell. "I made a video . . . ," Roxas stated, gazing into space.

"Of what? N-no, never mind, I don't want to know. But does it have to do with Axel?"

"Yes, as I said before; Axel likes to molest me."

"And your pants get happy," Sora mumbled.

"U-um, So-Sora . . . what are you t-talking about?"

Sora mentally slapped himself. "Um, well . . . Axel said—" Sora tried to finish, but Roxas cut him off.

"Never mind what Axel said! I do enjoy it yes, sometimes; I admit. BUT NOT AXEL, Ok? I usually pretend he's someone else . . . ,"

"Do you like Axel?"

"Of course I do," Roxas sighed.

"Well then, what are you afraid of?"

"It's just that I . . . well, I never . . . ," Roxas paused and motioned for Sora to come closer. "Have you ever seen what Axel could do?" Cerulean eyes met vast blue and Sora blushed, shaking his head. "Axel can . . . manipulate fire. Like, make fire come from his fingers . . . what if he—you know . . . lightsmyassonfire? He'd top surely . . . but— I just don't know!" Roxas growled in frustration.

"You think . . . Axel is going to shoot fire from his . . . dick?" Sora asked, trying his best not to laugh.

"I lied."

"You lied?"

"I don't like Axel anymore."

"And why's that?"

"Because I met you." Roxas leaned in so their lips were centimetres apart, looking at Sora to see if it was okay to kiss him. Sora closed the distance, pulling the blond in for a passionate kiss.

"Well, well, well . . . what do we have here?" A deep voice asked from behind.

Roxas pulled back first, looking at Axel. "Out!"

"Can I join?" Axel asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"NO! Out. Now. Go back, go back!" Roxas said, standing up and pushing Axel towards the door.

"But my underwear, Roxas?"

"You don't need them! Go, go back!"

Roxas locked the door and walked back over to Sora, pulling him in by his hair.

When you walk away
You don't hear me say please
Oh baby, don't go
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go