Author's Note: Again, I don't know, okay? First of all, I am well aware that Roxas does not control water or ice in the KH universe. So I don't want any messages stating the blatantly-effing-obvious, got it? I just started writing about ice, and… Roxas decided to emerge with this power instead of the character I initially intended it for. So, be glad that he did, because I didn't actually plan for this to be another AkuRoku story. ;)

Word Count: 1367

Disclaimer: Story, plot, and words are mine. You may not use this story without my express permission and/or without full link and credit to me as the writer. Characters, however, still belong to Square Enix and Disney. I give them full credit on that count. 3

It was a heady sort of feeling, strutting around a group of people that were literally frozen sculptures of his own making. Well, he didn't exactly 'create' them, just froze them where they stood, covering each body with ice until it could not move even to shift an eyeball. The whole thing could be dangerous to the humans if he held them like this for too long, but he'd had to make an escape and he didn't like being seen running like he was scared or something. Therefore, he strutted (rather quickly) through the frozen mass of humans, each his or her own piece of sculptured ice art.

Roxas didn't see or hear the ice around one particular statue melting, and breaking away. So he had no warning for the flames that suddenly swallowed the air behind him, catching up faster than he was swaggering along. The only warning he had was a rushing noise, almost like an ocean wave just as it was about to consume everything in its path, causing him to spin on his heel and push ice into the hot storm that felt like it was about to overtake him.

"You're slow," the all-too-familiar deep voice called over their combined attacks. "I thought they were training you better at that center of yours."

Roxas tried to ignore the jab, choosing instead to push his ice forward. Unfortunately for him, Axel could definitely talk and fight at the same time. The fire matched the ice, flaming intensity to icy force, for just a moment before the heat of the fire began to lick at Roxas's cheeks. His knees buckled, and despite all of the training he knew he had behind him his body gave out on him without his permission. He saw it as though through a tunnel as his vision switched from vertical to horizontal, and then everything faded to black.

Consciousness did not come about slowly like it usually did; no, this time it hit him like a train right across the face. "Wha-" he began taking in the bright lights around him. He was caught for sure, taken to some institution for study after he passed out and the humans melted. They'd pin his arms down, glove his hands, keep him from saying anything until they could drug him up and study him.

Roxas didn't struggle, though. He just allowed his eyes to adjust to the bright light of the room, preparing to assess the situation before he panicked outright. He refused to believe that he'd made the mistake of getting caught after all of his hard work. Nothing he had ever practiced, however, could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him when he could finally pinpoint the shapes in the room with him, finally able to see the smug look on the pointed face that was smirking in his direction.

"Ah, he's awake," Axel said, looking like he was about to break into a victory dance of some sort. "Did you sleep well," he asked in a derisive tone that left no illusions that it was anything but a rhetorical question.

Roxas sighed. "How nice of you," he countered. "Not to leave me to the mercy of the humans. I didn't know you had a heart."

Axel scoffed. "Think I'd miss the chance to have a stuck-up little pretty boy like you as my prisoner?" The red-head flicked his wrist and he couldn't see how it happened (if the other guy created the fire or if there was a lighter in his palm) but suddenly there were dancing, hot flames caressing Axel's skin. He was so close to Roxas that he thought he was going to be burned alive, or something equally horrible that the mind behind those green eyes had conjured up for him.

Determined not to show any fear, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and prepared himself for the pain… that did not come. Hesitating, Roxas slowly opened his eyes, squinting at first to see what Axel was doing. He was rather surprised to find the other guy just standing there looking at him, flames slowly fading away in his hand, almost as though they had been forgotten.

"What," Axel began, hesitating before continuing on. "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"What do you mean," Roxas answered, proceeding cautiously.

"You tensed like you expected me to- I don't know, do more than just threaten you."

"You were looking for a different reaction?"

"I-yes," he stumbled, eyes sliding to and from his face in some sort of turmoil or confusion. "What you think I was going to do… kill you?"

"I-yeah… actually," Roxas answered, matter of fact tone hiding his surprise as best it could. "What were you trying to do?"

"I don't know," Axel countered, running a fire-free palm through his long, red hair. "Did you know that when you sleep, your temperature drops?"

Roxas opened his mouth to continue the back-and-forth, inhaled, but could make no coherent sound in response to that. "Wh-ha-I…do," he managed before collecting his thoughts more fully. "I mean, yeah. I'm aware."

"I thought I'd killed you," Axel blurted before snapping his mouth shut with an audible snap, and looking away.

"I thought you wanted to," Roxas snapped back, moving to stand but finding his hands were handcuffed to the bed. He chose to glare, instead.

Axel snorted. "If I'd wanted to kill you," he said, all of his usual haughtiness returning in an instant, "you'd be dead."

"Good to know," Roxas growled, still sending an icy glower at the lanky red-head.

Silence met this response, and filled the air between them for a long moment before either male spoke, again. It was Axel who broke it, pushing the tension aside somehow with a few steps, and a gentle touch that should have (really should have) made Roxas even angrier.

"Don't you think," he began, green eyes meeting his almost seductively, "that all of this heat and anger, fire and passion comes from… somewhere?"

"I think you're," he hesitated before saying the word he hated so, "you're crazy."

Axel's eyes only narrowed a fraction, but the look that this created was playful, still teasing. "You tell me whether or not I'm crazy in a minute, then," he said, leaning forward.

It was a strange moment, where neither seemed to know what Roxas would do. Axel hesitated, leaning forward slowly, but before Roxas could even believe what was happening, too warm lips were pressed against his. In typical fashion, he froze waiting for his brain to comprehend this whole thing before he reacted to it in any way. What, what, what? He had to think here. What exactly was going on; what was happening? Shit, shit, shit! What was Axel… doing?

Those lips didn't pull away like Roxas thought they would when he remained unresponsive, but before he could puzzle out the motives for that he realized with a jolt that he was responding to Axel's kiss. Why, though?

He wanted to figure the whole thing out now; tell the body that was experimentally pressing itself against his to stop until he could think things through properly. After all, they hated each other… didn't they? Axel didn't stop though, instead deepening the kiss, and starting to press against Roxas more forcefully. It was about that moment that Roxas stopped thinking about what he was doing, and just let himself react. Actually, if he were being realistic about this whole thing, he might have to justify to himself why his legs were wrapped around the other male's hips, pulling that too-warm body closer against his. Particularly when he didn't remember actually deciding to do anything like that.

This didn't mean that they weren't still enemies. He didn't know what it meant actually, but that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy feeling that burning skin pressing insistently against his own like… like there was a need there that was begging to be fulfilled. So Roxas surrendered to the sentiment, the need inside of himself that somehow seemed to match what the red-head was feeling. He'd worry about what it all meant later; for now he would focus on this… and on Axel.