A/N: Hey, sorry for no updates. I'll be working on the last couple chapters just because I'd like to say I finished something. Thanks for the support, you wonderful 8 reviewers. :) On a side-note, my writing style has changed a bit - 'm a little more harsh than I used to be. And I like writing Roxas as kind of seme... |D

But, maybe there will be a lemon and he will get some in the ass, yes? 8D

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Chapter Four

It was not six in the morning and Roxas woke up with a splitting headache and a fucking Charlie Horse. He lashed down to his aching left calf, hissing through gritted teeth at the fiery pain lancing through his entire leg.

"GOD DAMMIT I EAT ENOUGH FUCKING BANANAS SO WHY THE FUCK--!?"

Oh, never mind. It was Axel.

Correction - it was Axel clinging to his leg like a drooling 2-year-old girl, cutting off the circulation to anything below mid-thigh. Why it felt like a fucking Charlie Horse was beyond Roxas's comprehension, but the problem was in need of removing - shall we say - STAT.

So, Roxas reached down and hooked Axel by the nostrils.

Needless to say, Axel was screaming awake within a millisecond.

Axel screamed enough profanities for ten pirates as Roxas dragged the redhead up to his level.

Since when was Axel naked?

No mind, there was business to attend to!

"Axel, shut up." the blonde's words cut like Sephiroth's Masamune. Instantly, Axel ceased his complaints. "Now tell me why the hell you're naked and clinging to my leg like a diseased fangirl?"

"Well, you see, Roxy-"

Roxas made a quick jerk with his fingers, letting his nails dig into the upper walls of Axel's nose.

"OKAY, OKAY, ROXAS..." Axel was screaming like Roxas had popped his left testicle. "Don't... don't do that anymore..."

"Just spit it out, Eight." Roxas grew quickly impatient, and it was taking all of his will-power not to deck Axel through the window and blame it on Saïx. Oh, it was really tempting...

"Oh... c'mon, you honestly don't remember?" the redhead whimpered, green eyes swimming with desperation.

"If I did, I wouldn't be asking you." the blonde applied some pressure, and Axel began to squirm again.

"Uhhh... okay, let's see..." he honestly did appear to be trying, despite his inability to string words together. Not to mention that he words were ridiculously slurred to start with, but... Maybe something intelligent would occur. "There was... the kitchen! You remember that, right?"

"Being molested? Sure." Axel flinched as he thought he felt Roxas pulling up again, but the blonde had just shifted to scratch his head.

"Okay, and... you remember coming back to my room, right"

"We watched eight hours of disgusting chick flicks. Something I don't really want to acknowledge." Roxas spat. "That and you were shit-faced and throwing glass bottles, so the mental scarring from the fear isn't too pretty either." Now Axel was really beginning to sweat. The kid going was crouching uke hidden badass on him and there was no way out.

Either that or his hangover was really deepening the blonde's voice and giving him a sexy super-seme look all at once.

He really needed to stop drinking if Roxas looked like he could top him in a wrist flick.

"So... yeah. You wanted to come back here because my room was covered in glass... and you couldn't sleep."

"... that's it?"

"Yes."

"Awesome. Let's fuck."

... what?