A/N: I love this chapter. I'm spoiling you guys, I have so much homework, but here I am.
This chapter is the one that puts us over the line into the land of M ratings.
Yes, more stolen lines. The lines you recognize through out this story belong to Square Enix and probably Disney too. Just saying.

Panting echoed around the room, mixed with groans of approval. Movements were painfully slow. There was too much friction and yet it was never enough. And then a sly mouth closed around him. He moaned unabashedly, eyes fluttering shut. The sneaky bastard between his legs was sucking ever so perfectly, steadily pushing him closer to the edge. Sweat playfully danced across heated flesh, adding to the messy state of the bed sheets. A particularly hard sucking action caused him to thrust his hips unintentionally, bringing a moan from the mouth. Moans replaced the panting as he was driven to the edge. The scraping of teeth across his member pushed him over, and he came loud and hard into the other's mouth, who had the nerve to swallow around the mid-orgasm member.

Axel groaned as he was pulled from his particularly enjoyable dream. Instantly he realized not all of the dream had stayed in his subconscious, and now he'd have to wash some sheets before Larxene got home. Gods forbid she found out. He smirked at the explanation he'd give her.
"Another dream about him," he'd say with a shrug. But no, better not piss of the queen of PMS again, what with Roxas still sick. Axel sighed and got up, pulling up his sheets and throwing them into a pile by the door.

After he'd changed and dumped the sheets into the washing machine, Axel grabbed Roxas's medicine and headed to the sick blond's room. If he didn't do what Madame Bossy commanded, he could say good by to skipping school to play doctor.
He wouldn't have knocked even if he didn't know Roxas was fast asleep. Barging in was his style, after all, he mentally defended himself as he set the medicine bottle on the nightstand. He was about to pour the revolting liquid out when he glanced over at the sleeping teen and noticed a checkered book in the blond's clutches. With a curious smirk, he set aside the medicine and eased it out of the freshman's iron grip. Realizing it was a journal of sorts, Axel flipped it over and spotted an intriguing word written in Roxas's slightly messy print. Gay. Displaying his utmost respect for other people's privacy, Axel vowed to only read the one page.

I can't get the bastard out of my head. It's like no matter what, he's there. I swear that dream I had was about him, too. Why can't he just leave me be? Damn it, I'm probably gay. That's it, Roxas, the younger brother of the biggest playboy in Hollow Bastion, is a lovesick closet case. I'd love to write home to mom about that. I can just imagine the fuss Larxene'll make, and Namine. Not to mention him!

Axel smirked and closed the journal, a feeling of success washing over him. Another one brought to the dark side, he thought. He'd have to let Demyx know, eventually. Feeling like today was going to be awesome, he set the journal on the nightstand and finished pouring Roxas's medicine.
"Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty," he called gently, shaking the blond. Roxas stirred slowly and blinked his sapphire orbs open.
"Unf," he mumbled intelligently, slowly sitting up.
"Time for el medicino," Axel grinned, handing over the purple syrup. Roxas groaned softly and took the cup, his eyes flickering over to his book. He hurriedly snatched it, fear flashing in his eyes for a moment. Axel smirked.
"What's this huh? A diary, maybe?"
"Shut up!" Roxas growled, holding the book close and taking his medicine to avoid questions.
"Oh so it is, huh? What's in it? Any girls you like?" Axel pressed, trying not to burst out laughing at how intentionally ironic he was being. He wanted to see how the blond would react, and was rewarded with a bright red face and indignant eyes. Roxas grimaced as he swallowed the medicine and glared at Axel.
"That's none of your business!"
"Oh, but isn't it?" Axel grinned, testing a theory. Something like panic flashed in Roxas' eyes. Yup, theory proved.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Roxas growled.
"Guys set their pals up with chicks, Roxas. It's the way of life. And since you're a naïve little big eyed freshie, it's up to me to make sure you get a date," he explained, his shit-eating grin never leaving his face.
"I can manage on my own," Roxas hissed back.
"How can you if you're never at school?" Axel rolled his eyes.
"You aren't either!" Roxas snapped indignantly. It wasn't like it was his choice to be sick all the time.
"True, but I've got connections," Axel threw back. He loved being a smart-ass with this kid.
"Pft, alright, whatever," Roxas rolled his eyes, handing back the medicine cup. Axel took it and decided he wasn't done yet.
"So what's in the book?"
"I'm not telling you," Roxas growled, slipping it under his pillow.
"Oooo, that means it's really juicy," Axel grinned.
"Back off, Ax," Roxas glared at him.
"Alright, alright, I'll just have to steal it later, then," the redhead threw his hands up in defeat.
"You better not!"
"Then why don't you just tell me?" Axel countered, throwing himself onto the bed.
"Because,"
"Because why, Roxy?" He relished the twitch of the blond's eyebrow. Nicknames were definitely something he would be using from now on
"Because I said so!" Roxas snapped.
"You sound like a mom," Axel snickered at him. He loved pressing buttons.
"You're acting like a little kid," the blond spat back. "Get off me."
"No," Axel insisted, eyes sparkling.
"Axel," Roxas threatened.
"Roxas," Axel grinned.
"Get off, Axel."
"Nope."
"I meant it!"
"I mean it!" Axel mimicked in a high pitch voice. That one really got him.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
"Axel, I swear to the gods-"
"Axel, I swear to-"
Axel was cut off as Roxas shoved him out of the bed and onto the floor. He landed with a loud thump and began snickering.
"You're just too fun to mess with," Axel teased as he slowly sat up, rubbing the spot on his head that banged the floor.
"You're just an ass," Roxas snapped back.
"Guilty," the redhead grinned, standing up. "You could have given me whiplash, you know. And then what would Larx do with us?"
"She'd probably chew you out for not taking care of me," Roxas smirked.
"Oh, you wanna play?" Axel grinned.
"I'm not playing with you anytime soon,"
"That's what she said." He loved how red Roxas's face could get in a matter of seconds. A thing of beauty, really.
"Fuck off," was the master comeback he received.
"She told me that, too," he smirked, collecting the medicine from the nightstand.
"I'm sure she did," Roxas chuckled.
"Oh? And what's that supposed to mean, huh?"
"You should know," Roxas shrugged. It was his turn to wear the grin of shit eaters.
"You're an ass, you know that?" Axel laughed.
"What, and you're not?"
"I'm king of the asses, blondie," Axel said defiantly.
"Yeah, I'll believe it."
"So if you have the strength to verbally abuse me, I take it little Roxy Woxy is feeling better now?"
"Don't call me that, Ass King," Roxas growled playfully.
"So you admit I'm royalty that deserves to be served."
"I'll be sure to get all the asses of the house to wait on you," Roxas said sarcastically.
Let's start with your ass, Axel had to bite back. He wasn't that big of an ass.
"Perfect. Keep it up and I'll dub you Duke of Buttingin," Axel grinned. Roxas snorted at that.
"Yes, I'm feeling better," he conceded.
"Thought so. It's all thanks to my wondrous nursing powers," Axel said arrogantly.
"The Ass King has nursing powers?" Roxas raised an eyebrow.
"Like you don't love having me to tend to your every need."
"Do you have any idea how gay all of that sounds?" Roxas snorted. Axel snorted along with him before heading to the door, having heard Demyx's call of "WE'RE BACK!" echo up the stairs, accompanied by book bags being slung all over the house.
"I should hope so, considering I am gay, after all," Axel shrugged, deciding it was definitely fun to mess with the sick blond. He simply left after that to go and harass Demyx, and hide his washing sheets, smirking at the look he imagined on Roxas' face. He knew the blond was staring at him, a look of shock plastered to his face. He was probably blushing, too.