This chapter is solely about Roxas's visit to Axel's house. I hope you like it (there are some goodies in there…). :D

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The ride to Axel's house was less than uneventful. Axel owned a Jeep and the vehicle barely had doors, it was so out in the open. Even though Roxas was strapped in, he still didn't feel safe, and Axel's maniac driving wasn't helping.

With the wind whipping through his hair and stinging his eyes, the blond wished he'd brought sunglasses to shield them. Occasionally Axel would look over and smile, and once he even winked, to make sure Roxas didn't feel ignored. Sometimes it's easy to forget someone when you're driving. Roxas supposed it was also to reassure him, but it just made the nervous knot in his stomach tighter. What if the ice didn't break at all? What if the whole night turned out to be one giant awkward parade?

Perhaps luckily, the night started out pretty tamely, as Roxas's parents weren't home when Axel came to pick him up; he told them he was going to the beach again, so they took the opportunity to go out for dinner. This saved the trouble of introducing them to Axel. Miracles happen. Though there was that nagging voice in the back of his head saying, If you and Axel get more serious, they'll have to meet him anyway. He silently told the voice to shut up.

Axel's house was a very small (and why wouldn't it be?) ranch house with cream siding and a black roof. The lawn looked relatively unkempt, but nothing else was out of the ordinary.

"If you're wondering why it looks so neat," Axel said, breaking the silence and seemingly reading Roxas's mind. "It's because I'm always at work or the arcade and I have no time to throw crazy parties." Now that he thought about it, it was about time for a crazy party. He wondered if he could get Roxas drunk. Er, maybe this was a train of thought for another time.

Roxas looked around curiously while Axel fumbled through his keys and unlocked the door. Immediately a strong smell blasted Roxas in the face. It was a combination of pizza and Axe, which was a glorious smell to behold. Axel didn't even have to usher Roxas in; the latter wafted in on his own.

There was plenty of expected junk lying around—shirts, socks, game cases—and some things Roxas didn't expect, like a whole shelf on Axel's entertainment system dedicated to lighters.

"You collect…lighters?"

Axel laughed. "Yup. I don't smoke or anything, it's just a cheap hobby. I'm going to order pizza. You go ahead and make yourself at home." Roxas followed Axel's lead and removed his shoes (though, unlike Axel, Roxas didn't throw them and let them land where they may). While the redhead dug around for the phone, Roxas thumped down on the couch and stared at his eerie reflection in the television screen.

The kitchen was behind him, directly connected to the living room. On the left side of the house was a dark hallway, and Roxas could see the very sliver of a door. The bedroom and bathroom were probably down that way.

"Hey Yuffie, the usual," Axel's voice said. He was in the kitchen, hurriedly crunching up six odd pizza boxes to make room for another. Axel loved his pizza. The voice that answered him was cheerful and female, but Roxas couldn't make out the words. Instead he stared around him. Some Game Informer magazines were stacked on the coffee table between cups and dishes and the topmost looked to be April's edition. There was a ceiling fan that was turning lazily, clicking slightly, and stacked atop the television was a cable box, DVD player, and a PlayStation. On the lower shelves was an X-Box.

"Great. Thirty minutes or less, you know the drill. I know you know! Jeez. Yeah. Really? You're a pal. Thanks." Axel tossed the phone unceremoniously onto the couch before vaulting over it, landing next to Roxas. He laid one hand over the other on the back of the couch and leaned over.

"Pizza's coming."

"I heard. You order often, huh?"

"At least three times a week. I hope you're hungry." Yes! Roxas's tummy screamed. Feed me! I demand to be fed THIS INSTANT!

"Sure am. Did Riku give you the game?"

"Yeah…but it might take a few minutes to remember where I put it." Roxas sighed.

"You already forgot?"

"Wanna help me look?" Axel said with a grin. "I think it might be in the bedroom."

"Ah, er, no! I'll just…"

"You sit here and look pretty. I'll be right back." Axel chuckled as he rose and strode down the hallway to the bedroom he hoped would be graced by Roxas's presence.

After he'd finally returned with DDR Extreme in hand, they'd only waited ten more minutes for the pizza to arrive. They decided it'd be best to eat, wait a few minutes, and then play.

"You have real dishes," Roxas pointed out.

"What did you expect? Paper?"

"Maybe."

"It is a pain to wash them, sure, but it saves the environment."

"Riight," Roxas joked. "Well, your majesty, where do I put this lovely real plate?"

"Finished already?" The older teen looked down at his half slice before thrusting it into his mouth. "Me too. Follow me." Roxas obeyed and followed Axel into the kitchen. "I have a dishwasher!"

He did indeed have a dishwasher and instructed Roxas on where to put his plate. While the blond did this, Axel stuffed the remaining pizza slices into his fridge, which was already packed with pop and what may have been mangos.

"Now, what do you want to do while we wait for this to digest?" Roxas shrugged.

"What do you want to do?"

"I can think of a few things…"

"Like what?" the azure-eyed boy asked warily. The sirens really started going off when Axel advanced, backing Roxas into the living room. When the blond finally got the signal to run for his life, Axel caught him around the waist before he could escape and brought the squirming boy to the front of the couch, shoving him down. The taller teen then kneeled down between Roxas's legs, holding his wrists.

Roxas was awake and alive when Axel leaned down, but he wasn't protesting. It was frightening that this wasn't frightening. And then lips were on his, soft as they were the day before and just as careful. It was only a few moments before Axel let Roxas's wrists go, and the boy's arms slinked up and around Axel's neck, shoving the redhead down. He could feel Axel's lips tug into a smile. This of course did not amuse Roxas, who growled softly and thrust his tongue into Axel's mouth, shooting the kiss up to a new level and completely skipping the previous ones.

Roxas had no idea what he was doing. Axel had no idea what he was doing. But somehow they both knew what they were doing. Yes, it is strange.

Axel's hands held onto Roxas's waist, pulling the boy closer as Roxas tugged on his neck, causing them to fill the space between them in less than five seconds. Their kiss escalated, Axel's tongue skipping over his own and sometimes his teeth. They both tasted like pizza, but their own tastes mingled in with it, driving the other crazy. Roxas suddenly realised his legs were knotted around Axel's waist and the owner of that waist was starting to slip the tips of his fingers up Roxas's shirt. This didn't register in the boy's lusty mind until Axel's cold fingers touched a very sensitive spot on Roxas's hip and he jolted up, pulling his lips from Axel's and leaving a wiry trail of saliva between them.

The kicker was that all this kissing was giving him a hard-on. That would be difficult to explain, although Axel probably was in a similar if not worse condition.

"Hey there," Axel muttered breathlessly. "So friendly already?"

"Shut up," the blond moaned half-heartedly.

"You wanna move somewhere more comfortable?" Roxas didn't know whether to accept blatantly or run all the way to China. Axel chose for him, and he chose the first option.

Mindlessly Roxas stumbled, the redhead leading the way to what he hoped both was and wasn't the bedroom. And it was.

"Now look," Roxas said matter-of-factly, though it was hard to be serious when he was being laid out on the mattress. "This is only going so far today."

"Got it, princess. Now shut up and kiss me."

Roxas did not object, immediately exploring Axel's mouth once more and letting the older teen straddle him. There was a hand behind his neck, lifting up his hand, and another caressing the exposed skin of his hip. His shirt went up higher and higher, even between the bites to Axel's neck. There would definitely be some marks there tomorrow. And before he knew it his shirt was being pulled over his head, Axel's appreciating hands roaming over it. Teeth bit lightly into Roxas's neck before sucking gently, causing the younger boy to arch his back and rub his crotch directly into Axel's.

Oh yeah, the redhead had quite the 'problem' in his pants.

When Axel moaned because of this, Roxas took advantage of it, grinding their hips together and encouraging his own erection. The kissing grew less about lips and more about tongues, and often they would meet and mingle in the air.

"Roxas…if this keeps up I'm not going to be able to stop." The green-eyed teen had a point. Roxas doubted his own ability to keep his hormones in check.

An hour later, both were still very much flustered, but for a different reason. Roxas had been dancing his pants off (almost literally; he hadn't even bothered to put his shirt back on) and Axel was trying futilely to catch up.

That was a close one¸ Roxas kept thinking. Although secretly he wondered if he would be invited to Axel's again any time soon.

Meanwhile, Axel was secretly wondering if Roxas would come over every day for the rest of his life. Only one date (two, if you count this one) and he was already getting Roxas shirtless on his bed? What would tomorrow bring?

Kind of short, I know. But you're getting another tomorrow night, so hush with ye!

A bit of making out is always great. There will be more in the future. The next chapter will focus on everyone but Axel and Roxas, as they've gotten enough camera time. Those skanks.