The first time Axel kissed him, Roxas froze for three full seconds, hot lips pressed against his immobile ones. Roxas froze, then punched Axel square in the jaw.
The second time Axel kissed him, Roxas reacted immediately, shoved him hard, stormed away.
The third time Roxas didn't move, let the fire melt his lips, a lingering burn.
The fourth time, for the tiniest moment, Roxas pressed back against the wet, insistent lips, pressed back, then ran, wide eyed and pale faced. Axel followed, chased, pinned him against the wall.
The fifth time, back to the wall, hands in red hair, Roxas kissed him back.