Author : Fire Serendipity

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Pairing : AkuRoku

Beta-reader : Lyly (u)

Disclaimer : I do not own nor Kingdom Hearts neither Axel or Roxas. If I did, they wouldn't have died that way T_T

Self-evaluation : ****

Note: This one gave me loads of work…

100 themes about Axel and Roxas

Misfortune

It was the night of all nightmares in the World-That-Never-Was – in the large, rarely used living room of the Castle to be precise. The thirteen members of the Organization were there and since it didn't happen very often, Luxord had suggested that they did something "special" so they could spend a night to remember. Xigbar had slipped away a few moments and came back with a great deal of various alcohols. The Gambler of Fate had taken advantage of this time to bodge two dices, turning them into toys for the occasion. The first dice showed the name of the member who'd have to pay the forfeit indicated by the second one. Since the dices changed each time they were rolled, nobody would've to do the same thing.

That idea had worked very well. Marluxia was now undressed and everyone could see his delicious-looking cherry-red boxer shorts which clashed horribly with his hair color. But since he had decided to try apple vodka, orange vodka, vodka and coke and salty sorbet vodka (with salt sea ice cream – an innovation by Demyx and Axel – those two should be kept under permanent watching!), he was way too drunk to care about the suspicious looks that Zexion – who was wearing a maid apron over his coat – was giving him. Saix sat next to the Number VI, his Claymore within reach just in case somebody would laugh a little too loud while Larxene, who stood behind him, braided his long hair.

Actually, they all looked like they were having a good time, except two persons. The first one was Xemnas who was drinking glass after glass of gin-tonic, sitting a little away from them. He was furiously glaring at them as if he was telling them that anyone who'd dare to ask him to do some belly-dancing or anything else would inherit the worst missions for five years. Strangely, the dices – or Luxord himself – seemed to have understood it and the Superior's name never came out.

The second person who didn't roar with laughter while Demyx, who played his role with goodwill and certain talent, lying on the floor in the middle of the room, was feigning a particularly noisy orgasm, in support of gesturing and facial expressions, was Roxas. His name hadn't come out yet, and since a memorable episode involving a banana and Axel's mouth and hands he felt very uneasy. He didn't want to speculate on what he was going to have to do, but his imagination wouldn't listen to him and dozens of ludicrous pictures were flowing through his head. He hardly kept himself from running away.

Demyx put an end to his little show, his voice rising in a breathtaking crescendo before he stopped moving, really out of breath after such a "performance" and went back to the sofa while all his pals (except Zexion whose cheeks were slightly red, you guess why) clapped and whistle at him. Luxord (who had had to gobble a raw egg earlier and had nearly thrown up on Vexen – thankfully they both had quickly forgot that unpalatable experience with a great deal of Malibu and pineapple) took the dices, and shook and threw them. The "forfeit dice" rolled under an armchair and Demyx went on all fours to get it back.

- Ah, it's Roxas! Xigbar exclaimed in a delighted tone, leaning over the dice.

The interested party swallowed hard. He should have gone to bed... He had to calm down. He drank down in one the glass of whisky that he had been given some hours earlier and hadn't touched. The alcohol burned his way from his throat to his stomach but didn't relax him. He was so screwed...

- So, Demyx? Larxene asked. She was done with Saïx's hair, and he now looked like Princess Leia, with two ridiculous pastries-like buns. He looked like he was chewing his tongue.

- Wait a sec, I got it! The Nocturne Melodious answered, bringing his hand back of under the armchair. He cautiously held the dice between two fingers, making sure that it didn't turn. He had had finally had brought it back into the light, he read the forfeit written on it and turned to the Keyblade wielder, beaming.

- You must kiss Axel! He announced, and his face was telling how he found that this idea was excellent. Roxas' "heart" suddenly sank into his chest. Why, with the unlimited possibilities Luxord had given to those dices, why did THAT came out? Roxas hadn't see Axel's reaction and didn't dare to look at him, but when he looked away, his eyes met Lexaeus' face. The Silent Hero was impassively wearing a flashy feminine makeup including blush, eyeliner, cherry lip gloss and mascara and Roxas knew he had to do it, because if he didn't when no one had refused to play the game so far, they would remind him of it forever, they'd write it on his gravestone in Proof of Existence...

He stood up under the encouragements and taunts of the others, eyes glued to the ground. Axel was somewhere in front of him, he stepped forward until his feet came into his field of vision then stopped. He raised his hands to grip the collar of the Number VIII's coat, took a deep breath and pulled sharply, bringing him close to him. In less than a second, Roxas had kissed him briefly on the corner of his mouth, eyes closed, he had let go of him and ran away.

Axel and the others looked at him as he went away, puzzled.

Roxas slammed the door of his room behind him and leaned against it. He really, really should have gone to bed early. He felt dizzy because of the alcohol he had drunk too fast. He furiously rubbed his lips.

- This…, He said to himself. This wasn't a kiss! Not at all!

He crossed the room and sat on his bed, burying his face in his arms.

It wasn't a kiss, he kept repeating to himself. It's was anything but a kiss!

Someone knocked on his door. He stiffened.

- Who's there? He asked in a voice which was way less assured than what he'd have wanted.

- It's me, Axel. I come in.

Roxas opened his mouth to protest, but the Flurry of the Dancing Flames was already in the room, his hand held out to the switch.

- No! Roxas snapped and Axel stopped his move. Come in if you want but don't turn on the light.

Axel let his arm down and closed the door behind him and Roxas let out a slight sigh of relief – he knew he probably was blushing.

- What's wrong? Axel asked. Everyone wondered why you left.

Roxas didn't care but to be polite, he said:

- I hope I didn't spoil the atmosphere?

- Huh? Oh, no. Xaldin was doing the Caramell Dancing when I left. Believe me, he quickly became the center of attention.

Roxas answered with a grunt that could have meant anything. He didn't know what to say. He wanted Axel to leave. He wanted Axel to stay.

- So what? Was it that horrible to have to kiss me?

- Did I "hurt your feelings"?

- Kinda.

Roxas shrugged.

- No, he said. No, I didn't bother me to have to kiss you. But… I didn't want to… in front of everyone…

I would have wanted it to be something between us. Something beautiful and private, a memory I'd have cherished for years… But… Would you understand if I said it to you?

- It was my first kiss. For what I know about it.

Axel simply said "Oh!", and came closer to him. He knelt down before the Number XIII and he was so tall that even in this position he was up to him.

- I'm sorry. Nobody thought of that.

- It's normal. It shouldn't matter, am I right?

- You're bitter.

- Does it show?

Axel put his hands on the blonde's arms and he shivered.

- What are you doing?

- I may not be the best person to do that… But I'm going to give you a kiss. A real one. To make up for that waste. What do you think?

Roxas stayed speechless for an instant.

- Yes, he finally said. I would like to. Please.

Axel smiled in the dark, and then let his hands run through Roxas' arms, shoulders and neck to sooth him. The Number XIII stood still under his caresses, gradually calming down. When Axel thought that he was relaxed enough, he let his hands slid over Roxas' and rested them there.

- Here I go, he warned him in a whisper before bringing his face closer to his. He gently brushed his lips against the Number XIII's and then closed his own eyes and really pressed his mouth against his. He felt the blonde's lips half opening at the contact and they kept kissing softly for a while, then Axel made his tongue slid between his lips and slowly licked Roxas'.

- Can I? He whispered against his mouth.

Roxas didn't want to answer. He dreaded hearing the sound of his own voice that could only be discordant in such a situation – he was deeply confused. Letting Axel's hand on his knee, he raised one of his own and put it on Axel's neck in a caress, pulling him closer to encourage him to go on. His blood was beating at his temples in a terrible noise while the Number VIII caressed his lips once again before passing beyond them and finding Roxas' own tongue behind this fragile barrier. His hand tangled in the silky red hair, Roxas let himself going electrified by the contact of their tongues touching, caressing, entwining. That warmth, that tension, it was the very essence of the kiss, of this kiss as he had always dreamt of it.

He put his arms around Axel's neck. The red-haired man embraced him too and the kiss lasted for a very, very long time but when they parted, they both had the impression that only a minute had passed…

- So, how was it? Axel asked. His voice was almost the same as usual, just a little strained. Roxas move back a little with regret. I would have wanted to do it again and again and again…

- It was perfect. What can I do to thank you?

Axel raised his eyebrows, so high that even in the dark Roxas could have noticed it if he had looked at him, but he didn't.

- Thank you? You're kidding me.

- Weren't you doing me a favor? Roxas answered. Now I owe you something. What could I do for you?

- Well, Axel said slowly after a slight hesitation. If it's not too much to ask, maybe you could… let me kiss you again?

It's in the proverb: Malchance au jeu...

AKUROKU