A/N: oh... so yeah... I couldn't help myself. Wrote two in one day. It just sort of crawled out of me... I do hope you enjoy this.

Ah, the "I should go" remark is because I'm such a huge Mass Effect fan and it's so annoying that Commander Shepard ends the talk path section with that. Yeah, gets really old after three whole games. lol.


9

The clock tower in Twilight Town was tall. It was surprising that it did not touch the clouds. And it was not like Zexion was afraid of heights or of falling. He just did not like the idea of looking over and seeing a specific redhead sitting on the edge, dangling his feet over into nothingness. The schemer swallowed the lump forming in his throat and forced himself to walk over to the edge. "H-hey,"

Axel looked up with surprise on his face. "Oh hey!" That smile shot straight through him and it made Zexion feel slight hotter. "I wasn't expecting you." The redhead patted the area next to him, inviting the other to join him on the ledge.

Zexion hesitated but crawled close and sat within arms reach, just in case. He hated that dream and was glad he had never revisited it. The sky was turning different shades of gold and red, signifying the end of the day. Axel handed him a stick with a blue substance on it. "What's this for?" He asked, but took the sweet.

"Roxas is normally here by now, so it will melt if no one eats it." Axel licked his treat and Zexion could only stare at it. "It's sea salt ice cream, don't ya remember?"

Zexion licked the melting object. It tingled lightly on his tongue. He remembered it all right. "Yeah," He took a bite. "It's been a long time." They slowly ate their ice cream in a tiny silence as they just watched the sun set. For a moment, he wondered if this was what Axel and Roxas did everyday before coming back to the castle. "Um, so," Zexion tried not to look over at the redhead. "Roxas is worried about you."

He saw Axel look over his stick through the curtain of blue hair. "What for?" Finally he pocketed the wooden piece.

"He didn't really say." The schemer shrugged. "All he said was you have been acting not like yourself lately."

Axel turned towards him and he saw the pyro scoot closer. "I could say the same about you." Zexion huffed, twirling the stick in his hand. "Hey!" The sudden joyful comment startled the schemer. "You got a 'winner' stick!"

Zexion suddenly could not breathe. His lungs were too tight and his throat was not working properly. This... is supposed to be Roxas'. Then something snapped. Maybe it was because they were so close together, or maybe it was the ice cream that he ate that was not meant for him, but Zexion could not stand it. "I... This was a mistake." He got up in a hurry. "I should go."

"Wait, what?" Zexion had moved too quickly and stumbled, thankfully towards the tower. Axel was on his feet and was incredibly close to him.

He attempted to back up some more, shaking his head and shutting his eyes tightly. "No, this is wrong." His voice sounded strange. The cool wall of the tower pressed against his back.

Axel was closing in; he could feel the heat coming off the other's body, heat that made his blood pound ferociously. "What in the hell are you talking about, Zex?" He shook his head again. "Hey, look at me."

The words were not harsh or forced. But the schemer opened them anyways. One brief look into the stunning emeralds and he was looking away, using his hair as a shield. "I can't be here with you." Now he was really backed into a corner.

Axel blinked once. Then twice before moving closer. "What do you mean by that?"

"I shouldn't..."

Something crashed into the wall next to his face. Axel's fist was clenched and he was breathing heavily. "Damn it, Zexion! Tell me what's wrong!"

Flash of sapphire met a pair of strangled green. "Y-you... No, there is supposed to be something wrong with you!" Zexion tried to push him away. It was a bad mistake. Even through the thick layers of cotton, he could feel the rise and fall of staggered breathing.

"Of course there is!"

"What?" Zexion was surprised at the counter. He titled his face back up to see eyes that looked darker than normal from the lack of light hitting them.

Axel huffed. The schemer pulled away his hands as if they burnt. "Now tell me what's the matter!"

"Or what?" Zexion threatened.

"Or I'll... I'll..." There was a small moment that maybe there was a way out. But Axel squeezed his eyes closed. "Oh, to hell with it!"

If someone told Zexion that being kissed for the first time was like being on fire, flying, and drowning all at the same time, he would have told them they were crazy as hell. But his blood felt like it was boiling, his body like he was not standing on solid ground, and the fact that he had stopped trying to breathe the moment Axel pressed his thin lips against his made his lungs loose air and he all but gasped loudly. Zexion could not move, or maybe it was that he did not want to move. But his hands were moving anyways. They were like disconnected limbs with a will of their own. Gloved hands pressed against a pound chest. For a moment, Zexion thought that he was going to push the redhead away. But one hand was traveling down towards a thigh and the other up along a pronounced collarbone.

Axel took in a staggered breath as he felt Zexion's long fingers press into the leather pants leg. A pair of long arms pulled him in, holding his closer to warmth, fondling with the back of his neck. Zexion felt his body tingle. Something wet licked across his slightly bruising lips, asking for the flesh to part. His brain was not responding to anything but the sound of pumping blood and the soft wet sounds of their mouths working together. Now, Zexion, no long had to wonder what it would feel like to be kissed. Axel was embracing him, passionately pressing a deliciously hot mouth willingly onto his and all that he could do was drink the taste of sea salt flavored ice cream. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. And right when Zexion was about to decide that cinnamon would taste better than anything else he could ever eat again, an odd sound broke through time and space.

"A-Axel? Zexion?"

Zexion pulled away first. It did not matter if the glazed over look in Axel's eyes did not want to pry themselves away from their desired object; Roxas was standing there looking at them in complete shock. Zexion's eyes went wide and then filled with terror as he recognized the look in the young keyblader's eyes.

He was not sure how he had removed himself from Axel's strong grip, but he was running. Running through a portal and barely heard his name being called after him. It did not matter anymore. The castle was out of the question. They could find him there easily. The cave was dark, and the water was raised on a high tide. Zexion pulled himself down to the floor and choked on air. Something poked at him inside his cloak and he pulled it out. The ink printed on the wood was only slightly visible in the closing darkness. The tiny crown on the end sat there happily, looking at him without words. He was never mine. The stone wall felt good as his head connected with it. Scratch marks ran along the floor where a heartless' blade had scraped against in a battle. Damn it! Something wet fell along his face and he blinked several times. Emotions are just a delusion.