Zexion didn't think it was possible for either males to watch a movie, considering they had just wasted half their day doing so, yet they seemed thrilled with the idea. The red head was quick to snag the slate's hand, in order to keep the boy close. He of course put up a bit of a struggle, nothing severe taking into account his sore arm. The scratch had reopened earlier but Zexion didn't bother with it. When the cinema came to close, everyone seemed ready for bed. The blonde yawned his way to the bedroom and practically fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Axel was the one to cover him with his blanket. The slate haired boy changed into his pyjamas underneath his own bed sheets, making Axel laugh a little. All he did was pull off his shirt and pants to reveal tight black briefs. Zexion quickly laid his body on the mattress, facing in the opposite direction of the red head. Starring into the familiar dark room, he hoped that tonight there would be promise of sleep. Unfortunately just as the petite males eyes started to droop did he feel a weight behind him. Axel's hand quickly fled to the small teens hip bone, Zexion pushed it away but soon found that the red head's hand was magnetized to that spot. The slate haired boy was clearly getting frustrated, turning his body over, "Stop it!"

"Man, you get feisty don't cha?"

A rather large expanse of air left Zexion's lungs in response. Except the small teens discontent reaction didn't seem to falter Axel's fortitude. Only encourage his bad behaviour by wrapping one arm around Zexion's waist and shoving the other up the front of his shirt. Axel was confronted by some kicking and arm jerking that died down within a minute or two. He just had to wait until the slate haired male was out of breath and tired of wasting so much energy on something so incredibly futile. So far the red head's tactic was working, moving his hand down the boy's torso till it met Zexion's shorts. Of course the slate haired male pushed, or rather attempted to push the red head away. Axel smirked then slid his hand past the loose elastic barrier, slowly feeling the territory. Wrapping his fingers around the tender appendage made the small boy gasp, "Axel…"

"Yes?"

Zexion thought for a moment, tossing the idea of whether he wanted this. Perhaps that really wasn't the issue, he definitely wanted it the only thing stopping him was one, the setting, and two the fact that he didn't know Axel, "Stop… please."

"Okay," the lanky teen replied, then tried to moved himself away, but found Zexion had grabbed his arm.

"No… stay here," the slate whispered, his voice crisp as he kept his cold hand locked on Axel's forearm. The red head felt no need to object and arranged himself in his original position. Letting an arm fall over the small males midsection.

When Zexion woke the next morning, it was due to a large item that kept prodding his thigh. He would innocently take his hand and push the object away, only to find that for whatever reason it sprung back, almost immediately in fact. This of course struck a certain amount of curiosity in Zexion's half conscious mind. Lifting up the covers the slate haired male became sick with embarrassment to find Axel's swollen member poking him. Staggering into a standing position, Zexion stood… thinking, until it hit him to go busy himself. A shower… yeah, a shower sounds good.

Axel was smiling when his eyelids opened, he had a very explicit dream that he cared not to tell… well anyone. It was far too good for anyone's ears but his own. His grin didn't even falter when he heard a sarcastic voice, "Nice boner!"

"It is nice isn't it?"

"And what pray tell are you doing on Zexion's mat," the blonde asked like he was a nun moderating an all boy's school. What did they think boy's did when stuck together. Hormone infested teenagers with nothing to fuck but their fists. Of course they turned to each other for comfort. Certainly that was straying from the topic… just a little.

"Poor little Zexy was so cold last night, I was only doing my duty to keep him warm."

"And that rod poking out your shorts… that I suppose was also full-filling its duty?"

"You know it," Axel announced as he laid back down on the mattress cradling his head with his hands behind his head. A tent was created from the still hard phallus and thin sheet pulled over it.

"Could you control that thing maybe? It's making me sick."

"Didn't make you sick about a year ago."

Roxas always got annoyed with the confidence in Axel's voice, "No Axel, that was called gagging."

"You wouldn't of gagged if you'd just learn to deep throat the damn thing," the red head needlessly pointed out.

"Maybe I wouldn't of gagged if you hadn't rammed the damn thing down my throat," there was a hint of bitterness in Roxas's statement.

"Where's Zexy anyways," funny how Axel was quick to change the subject. It was probably the reason why he and the blonde never could work it out between them. Roxas was more than eager to linger on an argument, even if it was long finished, while Axel always made for a quick exit. He had no need to linger on something as silly as a dispute.

"Why, gonna try and get into his pants?"

"Hey, I almost did last night, but he wouldn't let me cause you were here."

"And you would have fucked him?!"

"Uh… is that a trick question," the red head had to admit, he was a little confused.

"He's not your average person Axel, he probably would have had sex with you because he wouldn't know any better."

This certainly wasn't news to the red head, mostly because the majority of people don'tknow any better. And the fact that Zexion wasn't your everyday personality was hardly gossip, "Well Roxas, he's not made of glass, and more importantly he's not stupid, so stop treating him like he is." If the blonde didn't feet like he'd been put in his place, he sure did at the moment.

Axel's erection finally died down to a small ache making walking a bit less difficult. Eventually venturing into the kitchen where the red head witnessed the small boy soaking a pile of dishes in some soapy water. He snuck up behind the boy and snaked his hands down the front of Zexion's body, eliciting a gasp. Axel's warm mouth lightly nipped at the slate's neck which after a few moments drew out a small moan. The sounds shocked the short teen as he soon began to fight off his pursuer. Pushing his body against Axel's in order to make a gap between the red head and the sink for a decent escape wasn't easy. Axel was smart, and made sure to move forward to close said gap, leaving a few inches for his hand to do a little wandering. Unfortunately for the red head his pursuit was cut short. Zexion had roughly turned his body around and shoved the sexually soiled teen away. Giving him a warning glare that would not be trifled with. Unlike some, Axel knew his limits, "We really got to work on this communication thing."

Just as Zexion had something to say, there was a sharp knock at the door. Judging by the time of day, the slate had a good idea of who it was. His feet made no sound as the small teen made way for the front door. A woman who was probably three inches taller that Zexion stood on the other side of the door, she was wearing a large pair of sunglasses to cover the bulk of her bruises.

"Zexion," she said in a sweet tone, always good-natured towards her son, "sorry I haven't come by. I'm going to be staying with your aunt for a while, I didn't think you wanted to come so I brought your stuff." The thin teen tried desperately not to look up at his mother, grabbing the duffle bag of clothes while she continued, "I wish this could of worked out differently sweet-heart… I didn't mean for everything too go so wrong." There was a long pause, she already knew Zexion wouldn't say anything, he hadn't spoke to her for years, "In the front zipper there's some money with your aunts number, I'll come visit soon."

The slate haired male kissed his mother on the cheek and watched her drive off, duffle bag still in hand he decided to put it up stairs. Even though his surface seemed unfazed by the visit, Zexion was close to tears. He hated seeing her on the run, but it was better than trying to lay low in the apartment. Axel knew something was up and tried to intervene, "Who was that?"

Zexion shrugged in response, truthfully he was too upset to even go down that avenue. Unsure why, the slate haired male locked himself in the bathroom, he was troubled by the events that hurt his mother. It disturbed him more than anything, why people cared enough about material to hurt another person. The whole idea wracked his body with tremors as warm streams of water ran down his face. Leaving a damp line on his delicate features. The pain he felt in his chest didn't pass on with a few deep breaths like usual, it lasted much longer.

"Zex," Roxas asked after lightly tapping his hand on the door, "you okay?"

Eyes fled to the wooden door, Zexion didn't have the energy to get emotional. He was tired and needed every ounce to deal with both the blonde and red head, "Yes."

"Who was at the door?"

There was a moment when the slate haired male hesitated, "Uh… my mother."

"Really," Roxas seemed very enthusiastic, he had never actually met the woman, "what'd she want?"

Zexion lifted his lithe body off the floor, flushing the toilet to make like his presence in the bathroom seem less conspicuous. He felt his hand grab the cold knob of the door when he remembered one small detail, his hands. They needed to be washed considering he had apparently used the washroom. Finally he opened the door, "She… doesn't know what's happening with our apartment, so she's going to go live with my aunt. But…"

"But?" Roxas edged, wishing he could read the small boys mind.

"I… don't really like my aunt… she thinks I'm… no good."

"What?! No way! How could she not like you Zex?"

"She's a very traditional woman, and well… I guess you could call me a bastard--"

"Are you serious," Roxas's mouth hung open, "she thinks that… has she ever said it to you?"

"Not to my face, but I've heard her talk to my mother," Zexion looked at the floor, he didn't want to continue the subject of his aunt. Calling him a bastard hadn't been the most insulting thing she had ever done, but it ranked pretty close, "So, I need a place to stay for a little while. I'd even pay you rent, but if you don't think it's a good idea I can go live with her."

"No… you can live here, believe me it'll be no trouble at all. Besides my mom adores you," the blonde was trying very hard to lighten the atmosphere, and much to Roxas's disbelief it worked. Zexion had a small, yet noticeable smile on his lips.

"Thank you, I probably don't have enough money right now, but I'll get a part time job."

"Don't even worry about it, my parents won't have a problem with you living here," Roxas had an arm around Zexion's shoulders to comfort him, "The only person who'll have a fit is Axel."