A/N: ah, btw, they couldn't get into the tower because they lock it at night. Sunset, remember? Yeah, it's night.

And no, they're not nobodies anymore. I decided to let them have hearts.

Axel frowned. "And they couldn't have walked by in the 20 minutes we were just doing it? Trust me, they won't come around."

Pulling on his boxers and jeans, Roxas ignored Axel's words. He threw Axel's black jeans and a black button up shirt at the redhead from their place on the ground beside the bench, where they had laid, discarded and slightly dirty.

"They're not going to come around, Roxy. Why can't we just cuddle?"

Snorting, Roxas tugged on his shirt. "You want to cuddle on a bench? Aren't you a little uncomfortable?"

"Now that you mention it," Axel murmured, sitting up and pulling on his jeans, "it is a little bit painful laying here." He watched as Roxas pulled on his shoes, tying them and stretching out. Axel rubbed his back, and winced. He turned around. "Are there marks on my back from this bench?" he pointed at his back.

Roxas briefly looked up from his shoelaces. "Yup." he chuckled, patting Axel on the back. "You have more lines than a piece of paper right now."

Axel shrugged on his shirt, and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. He observed Roxas as the little blond boy tugged on the rest of his clothing, and straightened it out, primly.

"I married a woman." Axel teased, sticking a finger in Roxas's front pocket and pulling him closer to him. Roxas blushed at the close proximity of his husband, and placed his hands on Axel's bare chest.

"Are you going to button up your shirt?"

"Do it for me?" Axel pleaded, meeting eyes with Roxas. Roxas smiled and nodded, and leaned closer so he was kneeling on the ground between Axel's legs. He stretched out long but timid fingers, nimbly buttoning upwards.

"There." He said, brushing out the wrinkles on the plain black shirt. "Good?" He asked, his hands spread wide on Axel's chest. The other's hands, however, that had previously been resting on Roxas's waist, slipped lower and grabbed Roxas's butt, giving it a squeeze.

"Perfect." Axel smiled, and he placed a rushed but innocent kiss on Roxas's forehead.

Mumbling something, but still grinning, Roxas stood and dusted off the knees of his jeans that were now slightly damp from the night air. The sun had set apparently, but neither of them noticed nor cared.

"Well," Roxas started, holding out a hand for Axel to take, "we should head back, shouldn't we?"

"Mmmmnn." Axel took his hand, stretching and hauling himself up off the bench. "But, Roxas, what if they smell the sex on us?" He whispered mischievously.

"Like they didn't already know that we were leaving to do exactly like we just did." Roxas snorted.

Both he and Axel knew of the reputation they had been gathering, at Castle Oblivion and at Twilight Town alike. Everyone mostly knew they couldn't keep their hands off each other for more than a few hours, and they wouldn't be surprised if the two showed back up at their own wedding, slightly rumpled and grinning, smelling heavily like they had done something not-so-innocent.

"Besides, I heard you tell Xigbar to keep people away from the clock tower." Axel's thoughts of getting away with it disappeared, but Roxas was still smiling. "Thank you anyways." Roxas said, swinging his and Axel's hands as they walked back through the streets, this time not rushed.

Axel grinned. "I figured you would like it." He drawled offhandedly, looking away from Roxas.

"Yeah." Roxas smiled and tugged Axel down to peck him on the cheek by his hand, "See? Sometimes your poor planning works out."

"Oh, I think it works out pretty well." Axel laughed.

END