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Happy Akuroku Day! (This actually counts as a drabble clocking in at under 500)
"I don't need another taste of your lips, to know I'm home when we're lying here like this. The world could end today, the sun could just fall. Here in this bed we've made, we're safe from it all…" - Home by ZZ Ward
Axel woke slowly, eyes creeping open as they adjusted to the steady stream of sunlight pouring through the window of their cramped little dorm. He didn't move as his brain shifted from the haze of the static-filled and faded dreams to the current feel of a warm arm snaked around his bare waist. He smiled slightly as he recalled the fresh memories of lips against his neck, the feeling of being engulfed in warmth and the passion-filled friction of skin on skin. He smiled as his head began to swim slightly from the recollections. It was the most blissful kind of hangover, in his opinion. He shifted and turned around slowly so as not to wake the sleeping form next to him until he had his bed companion in his sights.
Blond hair was messy, spilling over crinkled sheets in perfect disarray. Axel watched as the other man's chest rose and fell rhythmically. His face was set into an effortless neutrality. It was a rare expression these days as the man's features were usually stained with sadness or marred by furrowed brows and indignant lips. Axel supposed it was to be expected when one was at war with their entire family. Roxas' relatives were not exactly accepting of his college roommate turned best friend, becoming his boyfriend. Yesterday had been the worse, having been kicked out of his family home. Axel's family hadn't exactly been the ideal "Welcoming Committee" either but they were trying. Their friends seemed to question their decision as well. They'd both grown tired of the many different ways a person could try to phrase: "Are you sure?" without sounding like an ass.
Axel sighed, taking in the view appreciatively. Unable to help himself, he wriggled closer and reached up to run a hand through golden locks of hair before he placed a short, gentle kiss on Roxas' lips. The blond man stirred lightly and it wasn't much longer before unfocused blue eyes were staring back at Axel, blinking drowsily. Roxas stretched, the heat vanishing from the red-haired man's torso.
"Morning." Axel greeted his voice hoarse and throat abnormally dry. It was hard to tell if it was from sleep or the previous night.
Roxas blinked a bit more before awarding his red-haired boyfriend a wide grin. "Morning."
Without another word, Axel reached up, running his fingers through the other man's hair, earning a content sigh. Axel smiled. It didn't matter how many walls caved in on them or how many roadblocks shot up in front of them. At the very least, here in this bed, they were perfectly safe from it all.
Roxas wound his arms back around Axel and scooted in close before quietly whispering:
"With you, I know I'm home."
