Axel sighed, swiping at puddle of coffee on the counter. He pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to forget about the eyes boring into him. Finally the coffee was cleaned up, the rag in his hand a dark brown, and Axel tossed it behind him.

"Hey!" Axel grinned, wrinkling his nose, trying not to laugh. He steadied his expression and turned to face the accusing blue eyes.

"Stop staring at me." He stared over at the brunette with what he hoped was a deadly glare. Sora just giggled, peeling the rag from his shirt. Axel threw his hands in the air in annoyance and turned back around.

Axel pulled back from the kiss slowly, opening his eyes. Roxas's shook his head and smiled, eyes on his shoes. Axel watched as those blue eyes turned to scan the bar, resting on the small wall clock. He snapped his head back to meet Axel's eyes. "It's getting late, Sora is probably going to start worrying soon. You think you can give me a ride home?" He grinned.

Roxas slid off the chair was headed for the door, turning slightly to wave the startled Axel into movement. Axel's green gaze softened, "Yah, ok." He stood and met the blonde at the door, sliding his hand into his, the soft skin of Axel's hand made Roxas's heart pound. They walked down the street, making their way back to the theater, and the bike not far from it.

The walk was silent, but not unwelcomed. The cool night air cool their skin, and the walk barely seemed to last. There was no one else on the streets, and Roxas's phone flashed 10 o'clock. The street lamps lit up the roads. The bike stood alone, leaning on its peg. Axel tossed Roxas the same red helmet. Roxas fumbled with the strapped, trying to pull them apart to open space to slide his head through. Axel pulled it gently from his grasp, pulling the strap out of the way before leaning forward to pull it onto the other man's head. Roxas tilted his head up, frowning at the red-head.

"I could have done it…" Roxas said, unconsciously sticking his lower lip out into a pout. Axel leaned forward quickly, taking the plump lower lip in his teeth, tugging softly before kissing him slowly. When he pulled away, Roxas smiled gently and climbed onto the bike, patting the spot in front of him. Axel grinned.

When Axel pulled up to the curb at a set of apartment buildings, Roxas gripped Axel's waist tighter, holding him close, then slid from the bike. He pulled the helmet from his head and hooked it onto the back of the bike.

"I'll see you soon, right?" Roxas peered under the rim of Axel's helmet.

"Yah," Axel breathed. Roxas pulled away and turned, headed for the stairs. Axel watched as he walked away, frowning slightly.

"Wait!" Axel pulled his helmet from his head and jumped off the bike, stumbling on the sidewalk. He straightened and stepped towards the blonde, ruffling his red spikes nervously. "I, um…" Axel looked down into those same blue eyes that continuously held him captive. Roxas stared up at him, his eyes wide and waiting. Axel shook his head, and leaned down.

"I'll text you, okay?" The breath slid over Roxas's lips. The blonde leaned up and pressed him lips to Axel's. His hand wound into his long hair, pulling him closer. Axel's arms wrapped around Roxas's slim waist, hugging them together. Axel glided his tongue over the other's bottom lip, asking. The blonde parted his lips, and Axel slipped into his mouth, exploring. Roxas groaned, placing his hands on Axel's chest, gently pushing away. Blue eyes met green, and he leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on Axel's swollen lips.

"Yah, text me." Axel sighed as the smaller man disappeared up the stairs and into his apartment.

"Sora, please stopped staring at me."

"No."

"Lord save me." The café was empty, the night sky proving that it was too late for coffee. Axel reached over to grab his book from between the cabinets and flipped to a relatively empty page in the middle of the sheets. Grabbing the pencil out from his pony tail, he gazed across the room before sketching the large dark windows showing the streets. The pencil marks created a detailed pattern of light shining from the lamp posts, framed by the outlined window.

Axel sighed, and gently close the sketch book.

"You should do big drawings, you could make a lot of money." Axel jumped, his red hair seeming to stick out like a startled cat. Sora stood next to him, leaning on the counter next to him. He hadn't heard him come over. Axel gave him a small smile.

"I would if I could afford it, art supplies are expensive." He rubbed the back of his hand over his forehead. "Think we can close up? Doesn't look like anyone's going to show, and we only have twenty more minutes." Axel peered over at Sora.

He shrugged, "I don't see why not." He pulled away from the counter to reach over and switch off the first in a long line of coffee machines.

Sora turned the key in the lock, a harsh scratch of the bolt settling into place echoed down the empty street. He pulled out the key and slid it into his pocket, and looked up to grin at Axel. Axel shoved his hands into his pocket, groaning.

"Me and Roxas are having a movie night on Friday. Wanna come? Saix and Yuffie and Kairi and Riku are going to be there. Oh, and Demyx!"

"I don't know, kid, Me and Demyx don't really get along." Axel rolled his eyes, peered down at the brunette.

"Don't lie, you're best friends and I know you want to see Roxas. You two have been texting non-stop." Axel's pocket vibrated and he slid his phone from his pants. Sora waved his arms at him, "See?"

Axel shook his head, turning from the younger boy and opened the new message.

Hey dork

ROXY!

Wanna come over Friday? Sora's having some kinda movie party thing.

So Sora wasn't lying.

He's generally honest

Yah, I'll be there :)

"Yah, I'll be there." Axel said, looking up to see he was alone. He rolled his eyes and headed to his motorcycle parked down the alley near the backdoor. He re-attached the fuel pipe and kicked the old man alive. His helmet hugged his head, but for some unknown reason it never messed up his spikes. His black jacket whipped around his as he drove, finally pulling up to a brick two story apartment.

He pulled the bike through the front door and rolled it onto it's designed spot, a small piece of floor covered by card board. The room was small, a large black couch filling half the room, and a T.V. hung on the wall.

"Reno! I'm home!"

"Yah, yah! Get in here, I just finished cooking!" A rough voice called from a door way across the room, the door hung open. Axel tossed his shoes by the wall, and stripped off his jacket. The kitchen was larger, Reno loved to cook, and was white walled with black glossy counter tops. Reno kicked shut the oven, balancing as to not drop the large pan he held. He quickly placed it on the counter and peeled off his bright pink oven mitts. He ran a hand through his red hair, the color matching Axel's, but the spikes were barely two inches long.

"I don't understand why you don't get a different pair of gloves. Pink is not your color, Reno." Axel pulled over a chair from the table, leaned back in it against the wall.

"Hey, mom gave them to me when I graduated from college!"

"I'm pretty sure she bought them as a joke."

"I. Do. Not. Care." Reno had turned to the sink, quickly cleaning the bowls he had used to make his cake.

"Why are you baking at eleven at night anyways?"

"I got hungry."

Axel rolled his eyes, "You're always hungry." He stood and stretched, then shook his head, scratching his bloody spikes. "I'm gonna hit the sack." He waved a hand at Reno over his shoulder, heading down a slim white hallway. He kicked open the second down on the left, not even bothering to turn on the light before once more kicking it. The door closed with a sharp click, and he threw himself onto his bed. He burrowed down into his nest of blankets, not caring that he looked like a kitten nuzzling up to its mother, because gosh dang it, this bed was family. He was out in seconds.

"Your boy-toy is mean!" Sora called to Roxas in greeting, gently closing the front door behind him. Roxas signed, closing the book he was reading, his finger keeping the page.

"He's not my boy-toy. I don't even know what he is. With his hair color, he could be an alien." Roxas looked up at the pouting brunette. "Alright, what did he do?"

Sora grinned and jumped over to the couch, scooting as close to Roxas as he could, "We locked up early and I was telling him to come to the movie night and he said he didn't know and then he got a text and ignored me!"

Roxas nodded, acting the sympathetic brother.

"And I stood there for like five minutes then left. So mean!"

Roxas nodded some more.

"Roxasss!"

"Sora, I'm sorry, but I think that, just maybe, he doesn't want to come."

Sora stared at him, eyes wide, "But, but! Wasn't he texting you? I thought that…" Sora frowned, "Then who was he texting?"

Roxas shook his head, internally fighting the laughter that was threatening to burst from him. "I don't know, maybe he has someone else. He did seem kinda distant today…" Roxas looked away, perfecting the movement with watery eyes. "I'm going to bed," He stood swiftly and padded to his room, leaving a stunned Sora behind, toppled across the couch.

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"Damn it Roxas! I hate you!"

Laughter rang down the hallway, slightly muffled by the closed door.