"Merry Christmas!" Cloud screamed, causing Roxas to jerk up off his pillow, eyes tired, and glare at him. "Get up get up get up! We have to open presents!"

"Cloud…" Roxas groaned, plopping his head back on the pillow. "Its too early. Tell Anne to start without me."

"No!" Cloud stomped his feet and crossed his arms, pouting. "It isn't the same without you. Plus, I got you a super special present this year, and I want you to open it first!"

"Yeah!" Roxas heard another voice chime in, then felt the left side of his bed drop as weight was added to it. "Roxas, you have to get up! We only have one Christmas a year and so we should really, really have fun!"

He felt two large hands grab his shoulders, lift him up, and shake him. His head lolled back and forth, and behind his irritated groaning he could hear, "Get up Roxas! Get up get up get up!"

"Adam!" He yelled, failed one of his arms backward, and felt extreme satisfaction when he collided with a firm, muscled chest. The shaking ceased, and Roxas fell back on his pillow with a thud. He laughed, flipped over on his back, only to find Adam glaring at him with mischief in his eyes.

"You know, Roxas…" He muttered. He picked the brunette up by the shoulders again, and Roxas began giggling uncontrollably. "That wasn't very nice."

"What're you gonna do about it?" Roxas asked, raising his eyebrows. "Shake me?"

"Oh no." Adam grinned and began leaning forward slowly, and the smile vanished from Roxas's face. Cloud was watching from the doorway, painfully confused, as his stepfather leaned in towards his brother.

Roxas's breath came faster, his heart beat harder. When Adam was about two or three inches away he chuckled, and Roxas could smell his breath; cinnamon. Adam's lips twitched, and he pulled Roxas closer to him so that his lips were at his ear.

"Get dressed." He breathed. "I want to open my presents."

With that he dropped his stepson and stood up, taking Cloud by the shoulder. "We'll see you downstairs."

Roxas let out a long breath and laid on his pillow staring at the ceiling for a while. He hadn't gotten Anne any presents, he had gotten Cloud four, and gotten Adam three. Idly, he thought maybe he should've gotten Adam four, too. But then maybe that would be too many…

"Roxas! Get your lazy ass out of bed and get down here!"

Roxas groaned and sat up, got his clothes out of his dresser, and started getting dressed. He could hear Anne humming as she got ready in the bathroom, and he didn't know why; it was obvious that Adam wasn't crazy about her…or was that just wishful thinking?

"Alright…" Roxas tore the wrapping off of one of his presents from Adam (he had gotten six, which kind of made up for the standard zero that he got from Anne) and grinned when he noticed the Apple logo that resided underneath the paper.

"Holy. Shit."

"Language."

Roxas ignored Anne and grinned up at Adam who was grinning back at him. "An iPhone?"

"An iPhone." Adam crossed his legs and leaned forward. "You already have the plan and everything. I had all of the information transferred from your old phone over last night, so…oh, and if you don't mind, my number is speed dial two."

"I don't mind…" Roxas muttered, pulling his last present out of the box and turning it on. "This is awesome. Thank you so much!"

He stood up and tossed his arms around Adam's neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you thank you thank you."

He pulled away and Adam smiled at him, then glanced at Anne, who was giving him a flat look. "This isn't what we talked about…" She murmured, glancing at Roxas, who was so deep into his new phone that he wouldn't even know if she was praising him.

Adam shrugged. "I thought I would just throw in a little something extra. I mean, he's had his other phone for two years, he was going to upgrade eventually, and he's really been looking at the iPhone…"

"Since when has he been looking at the iPhone?" She hissed. "Since when you bought it, right?"

"No, actually." Adam said, his brow furrowing. "He's been after it for about six months now."

"…Oh." Anne pulled back and leaned against the couch, sighing. "Well how come-?"

"Anne, please." Adam raised his eyebrows at her. "He wouldn't tell you if he had cancer."

"But-"

"Is dinner ready?" Roxas cut in. He was staring straight at Adam, phone in his hand. "I'm hungry."

"Roxas, its one in the afternoon."

"Oh. Can we go for a drive?"

"Um…" Adam glanced at Anne, who was shaking her head in irritation, and he shrugged. "I guess so. Dinner won't be ready for another four or five hours or so, so…I guess…"

He stood up and Roxas nodded, walking out the front door and leaving it open for Adam. The older of the two glanced at Anne, who shrugged, and at Cloud, who wasn't even paying attention, and followed him out the door.

The brunette was already sitting in the Jeep, knees drawn up to his chest, phone in his hands. He was watching Adam intently as he walked over to the car, opened the door, and turned to his stepson.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked. "You were fine, and then you just kind of…got…weird."

Roxas shrugged. "Anne."

"What about her?"

"Can we go?"

"I guess…" Adam started the car and backed out of the driveway, taking them through the neighborhood and out to the outskirts of the city. They were silent for quite a while, just driving around in the country, enjoying the snow-covered trees and the empty roads.

"So…?"

"Do you love her?" Roxas asked, his brow knitting together. "Like, really love her?"

Adam shrugged, slightly taken aback by the question. "I guess so. I mean, I married her, and we've been living together for a while…been together for almost a year now…"

"But I mean, do you really, really love her? Like, dive in front of a car, stop a bullet for her sort of thing? Do you think you're going to like, stay?" When Adam glanced over at Roxas, he was staring out the windshield, staring blindly at nothing.

"Of course I'm going to stay." Adam pulled off to the side of the road and turned fully towards Roxas, staring at him incredulously. "What the hell is going on with you, Roxas?"

"I love you." Roxas said, turning to face Adam and smiling weakly. "Did you know that?"

"Um…I…" Adam cleared his throat and shrugged. "I mean, you…" He sighed. "Roxas."

"I know." The brunette smiled and looked down, resting his forehead on his knees. "Its sad. An pathetic. And if you actually like me, it would be kind of pedophilic. But that's okay. I guess I'm happy now."

"Roxas-"

"But you never answered my question." Roxas looked up, still smiling. "Do you love her?"

Adam watched Roxas watching Adam for a while, and he, too, smiled weakly and pulled back onto the road, turning around. "Let's go home."

"Yeah." Roxas chuckled and let his knees down, staring out the window. "That's what I thought."

"So…is that what's been eating at you?" Adam asked. "I mean…you've obviously been thinking about this for a while…"

"Yeah, this has been eating at me for a while." Roxas said. "I just wanted to ask and…after this morning…" He shrugged. "I just wanted to get it off my chest."

"Okay, well…thanks for telling me." Adam smiled at him and reached over, squeezed his shoulder. "I'd rather know and…not be able to necessarily to anything about it than not know and get your hopes up."

"Too late…" Roxas breathed, turning to look out the window and wishing Adam's hand could stay on his shoulder. He felt himself choking up, felt nauseous, but was glad that he had said something. Because Zexion was right; Adam could never, would never love him.

"I'm going to bed." Roxas placed his dinner plate in the sink and headed up the stairs, glancing behind him. "I know its early, but I'm tired and I want to play with my phone. Thanks again, Adam. Good night."

The three others sitting at the table all looked at him curiously, but Adam was the first to shake his head dismissively and return to his food, trying not to let the others see the sadness behind his eyes.

"I don't know what to do…" Roxas breathed into his phone. "I mean…God, I want him. But he…"

"I know, Roxas." Zexion sighed on the other line and Roxas could imagine him shrugging. "I don't know what to tell you. But…this hasn't changed anything, has it? I mean, you still want him. You still love him."

"Yeah."

"What did he say when you told him?"

"He just sputtered and then said we should go home. He didn't really say anything about what I told him." Roxas chuckled. "That gives me a little hope; I don't care how false it is."

"Yeah, well…" Zexion sighed loudly. "How are you feeling?"
"Sad."

"Figured."

Roxas chuckled. "So…how long have we been talking now? I think we're going to set a record."

"Its only been two hours." Zexion answered. "We'd have to keep talking for thirty-nine hours to break the record. Or at least…thirty-eight hours and one second."

"Oh. Alright." Roxas giggled and yawned. "Well, I'd better get going. I'm kinda tired because I've been laying in bed for like…five hours just kinda…laying…everyone else is asleep, so…"

"Alright, Roxas. Good night."

"Night."

The other line went dead, and Roxas pressed the 'end call' button on his new phone, smiling. He set it on his bedside table, turned over on his side, and pulled his covers up to his chin, eyes closed, trying to sleep.

"Roxas."

The brunette's eyes flew open, and he started to turn around when a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him. "What the hell?" He barked. "Get out of my room!"

"Listen…" This voice. It was so annoying. It would come, and go, and come, and go… "Let me apologize."

"For what?" Roxas barked softly. "Watching me have sex and jerk off like a creeper? And then giving me a hand job, kind of against my will?"

The voice was silent and didn't say a word. Roxas stared at the dark silhouette in his room for a while, watching it move forward slowly…

He could feel lips at his ear and a hand moving slowly up and down his arm. "I never meant to hurt you." This person whispered. "The last thing that I ever wanted to do was break your heart."

Roxas choked and started to say something but was silenced when something was pressed into his hand. "Merry Christmas."

It was small, black, and sleek, about the length of a short pencil and the width of two of Roxas's fingers. There were two switches on the bottom; one that had on and off buttons, and another that read, 'Lo, Med., Hi.'

He didn't want to know what it was, but he did. He sat up in his bed, looking at this "gift," turning it over in his fingers. It was rounded on top, and looked like a very large bullet. The sides were smooth, and the temptation to use it was almost too great.

However, he set it back inside the box and closed it, set it on his bedside table, grabbed his phone, and created a new text message. He marked Zexion as the recipient, got the keyboard up, and typed: Adam gave me a vibrator for Christmas.

Sent.

A/N: God, guys. I'm sorry. D8 This chapter is short and terrible. I hate it. This is like...seriously, I think its one of the worst chapters that I've ever turned out. But of course you guys will probably like it, because generally when I hate chapters they turned out to be your favorites. So...we'll see.

So the good stuff is happening! I bet you all thought that it would never get here, but it is. Yay...Adam. He's a creeper, and I love him. 8D

I love that you guys know who he like, is but you're all trying to figure out why he's Adam. 8D I'm not going to say that any of you are wrong or right, but I will tell you that I love that you're getting so into this. ^^ Its so sweet.

Keep reviewing! Its like crack to me, and the fact that you guys are feeding my addiction makes me SO HAPPAI. :3

~Sara