Author's Notes: Ok…apparently the hiatus wasn't as long as I thought o-o…It's like…as soon as I wrote 'writers block' swarms of ideas blew up in my mind!! Weird

Disclaimer: Must I say it?

Pairing!: AkuRoku, possible Zemyx…no change people

Warnings: Lime in this chapter (if it can even be called that), Future yaoi, Shounen-ai, language, OOC, blahbity blah blah blah

Anything For You

Chapter 3—Dreams and Meetings

From our last chapter: And finally, the poor distraught Axel had dug himself into a hole…Which just so happened to include one nude, flushed, and squirming blonde.

Axel smirked, standing up from his place at the bed and walking behind Roxas. A single, lanky arm wrapped around the sun-kissed tan waist, pulling the blonde's body against his own. Roxas gasped, his face turning bright red as he was turned to face the redhead. "Axel, what are you-" Roxas' sentence was cut off by Axel's finger on his lips, and he stared questioningly at the redhead.

"Roxas, you have no clue how long I've been waiting to do this," Axel murmured, lowering his face to where the two males were eye to eye. "Besides, you say you don't remember much of me, right?"

Roxas nodded, his blue eyes wide with confusion, and that reaction made Axel's smirk grow.

"Hmm…well this might just help you remember something." And with that Axel brought his lips down upon Roxas', capturing them in a chaste kiss. He could feel Roxas freeze in his arms, before the blonde responded with the tiniest amount of pressure.

The redhead inwardly cheered. Maybe Roxas did remember him, and liked him, nonetheless! Whilst he pondered that, Roxas wrapped his arms around the other's neck, lacing his fingers in Axel's scarlet locks. The soft tugging on his hair brought Axel back to reality, and he noticed the blonde had closed his eyes. 'He looks so innocent', Axel couldn't help but think, and he allowed his own eyelids to slowly lower.

Cautiously, Axel ran his tongue over the seam of the blonde's lips, causing Roxas to gasp. Taking that opportune moment, Axel allowed his and Roxas' chaste kiss to become a tongue war. Roxas eventually let down, content with Axel sweeping his tongue around his mouth, memorizing it.

At one point, Roxas had moaned and removed one of his hands from Axel's hair, directing it towards the redhead's back and pulling their bodies impossibly close. At the same time, Axel's hands were ghosting down his sides, one stopping at a slowly hardening bud. Slowly, he nudged the blonde's nipple in circles with his thumb, reveling in the sounds he got from the younger. He had broken their kiss, and attached his lips to the blonde's neck, marking Roxas as his and his alone.

Roxas head was thrown to the side, his eyes clenched shut and a blush coloring his face a pink hue. He could feel Axel's other hand slowly drifting lower, playing with the hem of his towel. The blonde's hips instinctively bucked towards the awaiting appendage, and he moaned.

"A-Axel! Please!" He wasn't sure what he was pleading for, but Axel smirked, loosing the towel at an agonizingly slow rate. The redhead ghosted his hand over the blonde's forming arousal, and he smiled when Roxas began clawing at his clothes, unzipping his trench coat and growling.

Slim, long fingers loosely wrapped around the blonde's erection, and Roxas bucked his hips, trying to get more friction. But Axel would have none of that. He had waited far too long for this. Another growl left the blonde's throat, and he shoved the trench coat (which he had unzipped) off of Axel's shoulders, leaving the redhead in black pants and boots. Before he could attempt to remove Axel's pants, his lips were covered and Axel's hand tightened.

Axel smiled into the kiss, excited by the sheer pleasure that resulted from the blonde's moan. Slowly, he pumped his hand up and down, the tantalizing pace frustrating the blonde. Axel could feel the sting as his bottom lip was nipped at and he continued pumping with more vigor. Roxas, his Roxas, seemed to almost scream into his mouth, and he broke the kiss for air.

"Ah! Axel, shit, please! I'm so…"

Whatever the blonde was going to say was interrupted by his own moan of pleasure. Axel smiled widely as he heard his name, although a heavily slurred version of it, fall from the swollen lips of his blonde beauty.

"A-AXEL!!"

"Axel? Axel! Hey, are you okay?!"

Axel's eyes jolted open, and he willed his breathing to slow as his vision slowly returned to him. For once he was happy he was relatively quiet during these...fantasies. Because there was Roxas; his eyes wide with worry, mere inches from the redhead's own face. Startled, Axel hastily moved his coat in a feeble attempt to hide the bulge in his pants, hoping that the blonde hadn't noticed it. What if he already has? The pyro couldn't help but think; how will he react?

"You okay?" The blonde repeated, drawing his lips together in a fine line. He adjusted the baggy coat resting on his shoulders, moving one of his hands to rest against Axel's forehead. Axel's face was slowly beginning to rival the color of his hair, and he inhaled sharply when he felt the blonde's hand on his face. Said blonde gasped, and retracted his hand as if burned.

"You're hot!" The blonde squeaked, shaking his hand and blowing on it.

Axel had regained his composure, and smirked, "Well, I hear that all the time from girls, Roxas, but I didn't know you thought so…" He raised an eyebrow as his smirk widened, and he laughed when Roxas instantly blushed.

"But honestly, Rox, I'm fine. I control fire, remember?" Axel pointed towards his temple, "My body temperature is naturally higher than a normal person's. All I need is a shower and I should be good."

Roxas nodded, moving to the side to allow Axel to get off the bed. The redhead made quick work of grabbing a spare coat, and within seconds the sound of pouring water could be heard from behind the shut bathroom door.

The blonde sighed, resting his chin in his palm, his wet locks falling limply in front of his eyes. Axel was acting really weird just now…but why? Roxas didn't remember doing anything to the redhead. The thought made Roxas scowl. Then again, Roxas didn't remember anything the included this castle or anyone in it. A growl of frustration found its way from the blonde's throat, and his fists clenched on the bed sheets. Why couldn't he remember a damn thing?! These people say they are his friends, and he can't remember their names!

Roxas would have gone further into detail about those thoughts, if it weren't for an almost silent moan coming from the bathroom. The sound made Roxas freeze, and stopped to listen intently, wondering if Axel was hurt. Instead of a curse or sound representing pain, Roxas heard another stifled moan and a name.

His name.

Roxas' face flushed to a shade of red that would embarrass a lobster, and he covered his face when he heard the water cut off in the shower and the door open. Feebly, he looked up, hoping that what he heard Axel say was all a coincidence, or figment of his imagination. It seemed as if Axel was about to say something, but all of a sudden a voice seemed to speak from thin air.

"All Members report to the Meeting Room…now."

"That's our cue, Roxy," Axel smiled, moving to open the door and let the blonde out.

Roxas nodded, staying silent as he exited the room and stood in the vacant corridor. He played with the too-long sleeve of the coat he was wearing, and finally looked up as Axel exited the room and walked down the hallway.

Axel had a long stride, which had the shorter teen jogging to keep up. Roxas had started to try to memorize their route. A left here, a right there, three flights of stairs down and another left; but he completely gave up when their little journey to the Meeting Room became to confusing. Instead, Roxas just silently followed Axel, who was equally silent-for a change.

Finally, the two came up to a pair of white-stained doors, each emblazoned with the same symbol Roxas had seen around the whole castle. The Organization's insignia his subconscious said, and the teen stored the information in the back of his head for later. As if on automated hinges, the doors slowly swung open, admitting the two males.

Thirteen tall chairs with throne-like backs loomed in the immense room. Some chairs were taller or shorter than others, and each had a roman numeral ranging from 'I' to 'XIII' on its base. Eleven of these chairs were occupied, the only vacant ones being labeled 'VIII' and 'XIII'. Axel made no move to go towards his seat, instead standing beside Roxas and glaring at the base of chair 'I'.

Roxas quickly glanced around to view the others in the room, to no avail. Most of the members had their hoods drawn over their head, except for one. Demyx's hair was hard to miss in a sea of black hoods, and the sandy locks were bobbing in-time with the music apparently coming from the ear buds in the elder blonde's ears.

"Number Eight." The same voice that had summoned them sounded from the person in chair 'I', cold and sinister. "Why do you bring this…this traitor…back to us?"

Green eyes narrowed dangerously, and almost invisible embers licked Axel's clenched fists. "Roxas was kidnapped shortly after his attempt to leave, Superior," he ground out. "His mind was wiped of all memories of the Organization. And, if my memory serves me right, you were the one who gave me the Recon mission for Number Thirteen." Venom dripped from the redhead's words, and his body was rigid with hate.

The shadowy figure in the chair before them sighed. "Yes, I did give you the mission, but I didn't expect for you to actually go through with it due to you and Number Thirteen's…" The man seemed to be thinking of the right phrase, "friendship. I didn't expect you to drag him back. Fine, he can return to his original ranks, just make sure he doesn't try any escape attempts again." The figure shrugged and waved his hand in dismissal. "We can just move him into his old room and let other members train him. I will leave you and Number Nine in charge of helping Thirteen regain his memories."

The person in chair 'IV' raised its hand feebly. "Superior, Sir…" the man began, "Number Thirteen's room has been temporarily converted to a storage room over the months. We weren't expecting his return."

The 'Superior' made a sound of distaste. "And who all has items in that room?"

Everyone's hand went up except for the Superior's, Demyx's, and Axel's. Demyx was too busy bobbing his head to music and Axel had his hands resting on Roxas' shoulders.

Gloved hands went to massage the man's temples, and he again waved his hand dismissively. "Well then," he started. "Number Eight will have to allow Thirteen to stay with him until the room is cleared." He turned his head to Number Four, "And how long should that take?"

"Er…t-three nights at the maximum if we start now, S-superior," the man stuttered making nervous movements with his hands.

"Then start now! All further comments or complaints can be filed through Number Seven. This meeting has been adjourned, now GET CLEANING!"

Portals around the room flared to life, and everyone disappeared from their seats, even Demyx, who had taken off his headphones a few moments earlier.

Roxas looked warily at the redhead beside him. "So I'm staying with you…"

"For the next three nights! That's what Vexen said," Axel smiled, hugging Roxas over the shoulder. "Maybe we can get to work at getting your memories back!"

Visions of Axel's previous thoughts swarmed his head, and the redhead blushed, hastily summoning a portal to his own room.

When the two reappeared in the spotless white room, Axel noticed something.

"Er…I don't have any spare blankets, so unless you want to sleep on the floor we're going to have to share the bed."

Roxas could almost see the giant sweatdrop that fell from the redhead's head, and inwardly laughed. He physically shrugged, however, and made his way over to the bed, shedding the oversized uniform on the way and leaving him in boxers. He lifted the white covers, and wiggled himself beneath them with a content sigh. It had been a long day.

Axel took a little bit longer to get into bed, gazing at his blonde friend with a warm smile. Just like the good ole days, he thought, lifting the covers and resting beneath them. He hoped that he wouldn't have a repeat of his earlier 'daydream', and willed himself to not begin thinking up images from that little show.

Just as the redhead was drifting off to sleep, an arm wrapped around his waist and a head found its way to his shoulder. Roxas' breath ghosted over his cheek, and he could have sworn he heard his name whispered just barely. The redhead smiled contently and was about to embrace sleep once more.

He would have, too, if it weren't for the sleeping blonde's legs becoming entangled in his own. Axel heaved a shaky sigh and now tried to force himself to sleep.

It was going to be a long night.

Author's Note: Holy crap, I liiiiiivvvvvveeeeeee. Okay, maybe the hiatus wasn't as long as I predicted-like I already said, but I just had a spur of genius and I've been typing for hours now...I'm sleepeh. Ah well. Sorry for the slow updates on Nuits, I have major writer's block -insert giant idea blob here-

But on the plus side- I'm going to MegaCon in Orlando come March!!!! -happy dance- If I can afford to buy/make an Org. XIII coat, I'm gonna cosplay as Axel X3

R&R and you get cookies, plushies, AND...uh...pr0n? lol

--Axarsh