Guys guys guys! I'm sorry this is like forever and a day late, but I've been so busy, and then I kept having to rewrite this and then my computer did this thing where it deletes whatever I leave open when is shuts off so I thought it was gone forever, but then I got it back, and then I got sick like deathly sick and I'm so fucking stoked! Anyway enjoy!

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, and at the wrong time, because Roxas paled a shade, and a little flicker of something I couldn't decipher passed through his deep blue eyes. But I couldn't help it; I panicked. And it really was snowing outside… at least that's how it looked. It probably wouldn't stick, and it was probably mush anyway and… Roxas was scooting away from me, his lips drawn into a thin line. I think I hurt him with that statement, and I think he was hoping on me not noticing. Maybe he intended on getting up so he could slink home or something, because he couldn't stand to look at me any longer. It probably took a lot of courage to ask me that, and now he feels like shit.

He laughed it off though, "its okay, you don't have to." Suddenly I felt bad. Terrible actually, which is ridiculous, because it's my asshole, and I get to dictate whose dick goes up there… which so far, has only been one. It was not at all something pleasant, it hurt like a bitch actually, and after that I never intended to let anyone do that again.

I sounded like a fucking chick. Great, "no… I—"

"It is fine. Really," he laughed a little more with a yawn, as he stretched out over the expanse of my mattress. "You've probably never been bottom before; wouldn't want to pressure you." I saw the little grin that twitched at the corner of his lips, like he knew I would take that as a challenge. That was mostly because I did.

I ran my hands down my face and let out a groan, "fine."

"No, you don't have to, Axel." If Roxas just being Roxas wasn't enough to close the deal, the way my name rolled off his tongue like something valuable, did.

"I mean it. It's fine." I smiled at him, even though he couldn't see it. He turned back around; face lit up and kissed me, grinning against my lips. Oh, you sly thing, you. There was no doubt in my mind Roxas knew what he was doing, like he'd played this game before and knew exactly what to say, without making me feel 'pressured' into anything. "I want you to." A part of me still wanted to hold firm to my 'no,' but the rest of me that said I had something to prove won out, and oh gods it was Roxas. Roxas, who was licking and nipping at my neck between grinning against the tender flesh, I had to inhale sharply and shut my eyes to keep from letting out any type of groan as his hands traveled up and down my ribs.

"You never told me what this means…" I could feel the pads of his finger tips tracing over the delicately formed words permanently inked into my skin.

"It's just a poem."

"I know, we read it last year… well no we didn't. We were supposed to read a different one, but it was in the packet, but I read it." He was cute when he rambled. He sighed, "It reminds me of Inception… 'Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?'" my body shivered at how he read just a small part of it. "So, what's it for? It's deep."

I yawned, completely forgetting the time, "it was my mom's favorite poem. She was an English teacher." And that made him really quiet. Saying 'was,' when I talk about my mom tends to make people shut-up. He let out a soft sound that was meant to be 'oh,' but never made it there. I hate telling people about her, but Roxas wasn't people, and it wasn't going to be talking. It was more like word vomit induced by sleep deprivation, pain killers, and Roxas' doe eyes. "Always moving made it hard for her to get a job, and sometimes we moved and she stayed. I wish she hadn't…" I felt him swallow, and the 'why,' bubbled up in his throat. "Kairi was three, and finally decided she was going to speak, the first thing she ever said was 'I want mama,' so we called her. We called her cell phone, her home phone, the school. No one knew where she was all day." My throat restricted around my words, as I stared blankly up at my ceiling, "finally we got a call, and she'd been in a car accident and was in a coma. We went to visit her; we stayed there for days…" Roxas snuggled closer to me, with his hand still against my ribs. "She didn't make it." we stayed quiet for a long moment after I spoke. I could hear his breathing, and I'm pretty sure he could hear mine. Way to go Axel, for ruining the moment.

"You know… my mom passed away too," Roxas said in a soft breath. "Cancer…" and just the way he said it made my heart break just a little. Like it was the most volatile word invented by man and it burned to even say. I squeezed him and pressed a kiss to his messy blonde locks. "I'm sorry I asked," he whispered. I let out a huff of air out of my nose, and pulled Roxas on top of me more, because my ankle was starting to hurt like a bitch again, and hovering over him just wasn't going to happen. I placed kisses all over his flushed shocked face. I could have sworn he giggled, but his face still looked to damn sad to giggle.

"You have nothing to be sorry about." I reassured him and placed a kiss to his lips. And because it's Roxas, and Roxas is basically spun from gold by angels, I got caught up in the kiss. It was slow and sleepy and Roxas was smiling against my lips, and I was grinning back. Our moment was interrupted with my crappy little phone vibrating on the night stand inside my pants pocket; so that's where they went. Roxas let out a sigh and tossed it at me.

Just my luck that he missed, and it bounced off my nose, and wedged itself between the crack in the wall and my bed. In other words; that fucker was stuck there until I desperately needed it, and actually felt like retrieving it. "fuck." I cursed as I rubbed my nose, "today is just not my damn day." Roxas kissed my nose and his blue eyes were starting to droop close and he drawled his words out cutely, so I tucked us both in and called it a night. I was going to contemplate life a little bit, like how freakishly weird Larxene was in the hall and how Xion and Naminé didn't bother me all day, and how everyone was a complete douche to me, and how my nose really, really hurt too now… but Roxas' body was warm and inviting, and watching snow fall put me to sleep like a five year old.

And in the morning we awoke to the sound of what Roxas said was dub-step, and at seven o'clock in the morning with a crick in the neck, because Roxas did this not-so-cute thing where he decided to take over my whole bed, it sounded like someone put a synthesizer in a blender. What startled me the most was the fact my dad was 'wub wub wubbing' around the kitchen, cooking a gourmet meal for an army with a smile on his face.

"uhm, dad, you feeling okay?" I asked tentatively, my arm wrapped around Roxas's waist, keeping him pressed close to my side. It took him awhile of me convincing Roxas that it wasn't going to be an issue at all if my dad saw him, and that Roxas looked like he made himself comfortable and ready for the day; he knew he stayed the night already. Roxas was still a little self-conscious, I guess, because he was messing with the lose threads on his clothing. Where the fuck new clothes came from, I don't know. He must have taken them with him when he had Reno let him in.

He turned around, the smile growing wider on his face, "I'm fucking fantastic, actually."

When he stopped there and turned back to the stove to finish cooking the French toast, I had to urge him on, "okay. Aaaaand?"

"You know how I— no you don't, I don't talk to you about work, but I got a promotion. Bigger jobs, now, kid." The way his smirk quirked down at the corners just a bit, set off alarms in my head, but they quickly went out when he dropped two plates of food at the counter.

Roxas and I dropped into the barstools, "that's great dad, I'm happy for you." And instantly we were stuffing our faces with delicious food. I didn't bother to ask more about his work, because I don't think he'd even tell us.

"You boys enjoy, I have to take Kairi to the doctors, she's not feeling too well, still; she has a fever now." he swiped off his keys from the counter and if on cue Kairi descended the stairs with Bella plopping behind her. Kairi looked positively miserable. Not sick, like runny nose and coughing up her left lung, more like she just found out Justin Bieber got engaged and then ran over by a semi because he was smoking pot and didn't react in time and then spun around seven times and killed all of One Direction. She slipped on her jacket by the door and sent Bella off to eat by us, and Dad pulled Kairi into a side hug, kissed her forehead, and they left.

Now here's the part where I wondered about the copious amount of food. Why we needed a whole loaf of French toast, and a dozen fried eggs, or bacon that wasn't completely crispy because Reno likes his bacon squishy for whatever reason, or why we needed the biscuits and gravy. I didn't even know where to begin. It was just Roxas and I, and dad left with Kairi… so no one was going to eat any of it. It was just going to sit there, and I sure as hell wasn't going to put all of that away. Maybe dad was so excited that he'd gotten a promotion that he just couldn't contain himself. Maybe he intended on Kairi not getting sick and being home to eat all of this food.

But since it was there, and I was starving, for whatever reason, and the food didn't look half bad at all, I ate it. And I ate it well. What? I'm a fucking growing teenage boy!

Roxas and I ate in silence, but not the awkward kind. I did not hesitate to turn off the blender music, when we were done. Then we stood and washed our dishes, before watching the news. It was snowing all night, and it was supposed to snow well into next week, but there were no announcements of anything being canceled. To this Roxas snorted, "A snowflake descends from the clouds and time has to stop here, I have no idea why everything is still open. They'll probably close school Monday if this keeps up."

For the rest of the day we laid on our plush carpet in the living room with the alternative station playing in the back ground. We talked a bunch about nothing, and hell, I've never laughed that hard in my whole life. I paid attention to every single thing he did. How he toyed with his little silver necklace, how I couldn't keep myself from counting the faint sprinkling of freckles on his nose when it scrunched up when he laughed, how his fingers had a mind of their own and signed when he spoke certain things, how his eyes seemed endlessly blue and weaved together with sapphire ribbons, how he would check his phone every half hour, look through his texts and missed calls, not respond to any of them, and turn his phone back off, how he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, bit it, and then leaned in to kiss me, how he lit up when he spoke about a special needs kid everyone fondly called 'Hopper,' because he hopped everywhere with the biggest smile on his face, or spoke about Delilah, or How he looked at me when he thought I was distracted by something else. And oh, my heart twisted painfully at that look, and I don't have a fucking clue why.

Bella came and joined us sometime in the afternoon, after making her rounds through the house. She usually did that; like she was some big guard dog who would tear someone limb by limb if they just so happened to brake in. She just looks like a giant puppy to me, because for whatever reason her skin was still loose and floppy and her paws still looked too big for her, but she was already four times as big as she was when they got her. It's like she'd never stop growing. Ever. Roxas let her lay on his stomach and didn't complain one bit about how much she weighed.

Somewhere in that time the Strifes marched over to my house, like a giant mob of flawless blue eyed gods, and parked their asses at our breakfast nook, horsed around, ate all the food, poked at Roxas and I entranced with each other, made fun of us, and then left. Like locusts. I guess it solved the food problem, and I guess someone had to tell them about it. but now I guess, I'm going to have to clean it.

I didn't notice when Kairi and Reno came home until he was leaning over the both of us with sunglasses shielding his eyes. "You two just laid their all day didn't you?" we could only grin back up at him and nod, had it really been a whole day? "Well, Kairi's feeling a little bit better; Doctor said it was probably stress… in case you were wondering." He looked around, "I guess those boys came over, huh?" He took his glasses off and wandered to another part of the house. "Your dad wants you to call him back, Roxas!" dad yelled from his office space. I cringed. Cloud was looking for Roxas, probably all day. Probably since yesterday, and oh crap why he hasn't broken down my door yet and come to drag Roxas back to their home?

Roxas groaned and turned his phone back on, before dialing his dad's number, "Yeah. Still here. No, we've been here all day. Seriously. I'm convinced I have carpet burn. DEMYX SHUT UP! Dad, I got it. ewe. I could have lived my whole life twice over, without knowing that. Love you too. Bye."

I can only imagine how that conversation went. "I guess you're going home now…" I didn't realize how sad I sounded until I had already finished speaking.

"Nope. Dad's going out with Vexen and Sephiroth tonight to celebrate." He paused, when I just looked at him, "one of the women Vexen sees is finally pregnant." Oh, because that makes perfect sense, Roxas… you know because I'm psychic and know exactly who Vexen is.

"who's Vexen? And why does he see multiple girls."

"oooh! Zexion's dad. And he's a doctor. Artificially inseminates women for a living." I thought about this for a while. I looked over at Roxas, who smiled and shook his head, like he already knew what I was going to say. "Don't." was all he could giggle out, before the smirk curled itself on my lips, but then we were laughing too hard for me to even get a syllable out. "Can I stay?"

"DAD, ROXAS IS STAYING AGAIN!" dad grunted in the background and I took that for a yes. So, yet again, Roxas was going to sleep in my bed.

And as things turned out he stayed all Sunday, and when school was closed Monday, I found him shivering with his window open begging me to let him over. I did, and I have this strange feeling Roxas only wants to sleep with me, when there's school scheduled the next day. Other than that, he just wanted to cuddle. And by that I mean plant kisses over my whole body and massage his fingers through my red spikes, which I didn't know I liked as much as I did. He also liked to lie on his side, facing my window to see into his room, and have my arms wrapped around him. All of it was adorable. But, because it was a Monday night, he wanted me and the sex… the sex was fucking amazing. I think the most amazing part was that while he had his arms wrapped around my neck and legs wrapped around my waist, biting his lip while my hands touched as much of his heated skin as could, he managed to rasp out that 'this better become a fucking routine.' His words not mine.

"AXEL! MY LITTLE BROTHER BETTER BE FUCKING GLOWING THIS MORNING!" I was getting tired of everyone's shit. I think I was mostly getting tired of all the near death causing heart attacks caused by living next door to the Strifes. I however was not tired of Roxas golden hair slightly soggy with a towel wrapped around his waist and torso stretched revealing toned muscles as he pulled a shirt down over his body. I could get used to that. I really could get used to that.

I rolled over and grumbled, because after a certain degree of sheer panic, came faux-serenity. I sat up, mouth practically watering from how sexy Roxas looked. "I have this overwhelming sense of déjà vu." All Roxas did was laugh in response.

"You know it's a school day right?"

"You know, I think I left all the fucks I give at work last week." I grinned, making Roxas roll his eyes and toss his towel— actually one of mine— at my face. I pulled myself up, jumped out of bed, and then I remembered my ankle. After a slew of curses, embarrassing crawl down my step-ladder-things, and a not so quick make-out session in my bathroom after a shower, that Kairi had the displeasure of walking in on, and another hobble down the winding staircase, I was met with a fuming Demyx, and a calm Zexion reading a book. "I'd say he's glowing." I tossed a cocky wink at Demyx who quickly scanned a bright eyed Roxas, before finding him satisfactory, or whatever.

I didn't care. Okay, that's a lie. I did care. Demyx could tell Cloud. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Cloud. He's going to know Roxas wasn't home last night, because he was supposed to be, and then he's going to know I slept with him, and then he's going to hang my balls over his mantel. And then I'll have none. "Dad wants to know how many water balloons we'll need, Roxy." I think Demyx calls him that to piss him off.

"I'll figure that out in stat class." Roxas brushed it off as Demyx handed him his bag, leather jacket, pale orange colored scarf with dinky black umbrella print on it, and fingerless gloves. What did they need water balloons for? I blinked in confusion, but didn't ask. For all I knew they could be planning another outing and decided to use something not as obscene as condoms. Not to mention Roxas was finding those a bit more valuable now than he did before. Thinking about that put a shit-eating grin on my face. I mean this with as much compassion as I possibly can muster when I say that scarf made my little blonde look like the gayest thing on Earth.

"Your father informed us, before he left in a hurry, that Kairi is sick, and she's staying home today." Zexion stated as he jammed the book in Demyx's bag. Aw, poor Kai; she looked just fine when she walked in on us. Maybe that's why she's sick again, she looked miserable all weekend. I'll ask her later.

Demyx bounced on the balls of his feet, "Dude, you should totally come with us today! Like in the Creeper Van." I didn't have any real time to answer his before him and Roxas were dragging me out and across the yard to the creeper van.

"I guess I am going." I chuckled as I was crammed in alongside all the Strifes, and Riku and Zexion. It was a tight fit, and I wondered if they knew I shouldn't have been squeezed that tightly and have crutches thrown on top of me, but hell, they were too busy chattering to each other. How the hell were they so lively so damn early in the morning, all of them, even Naminé and Xion, and how were we going to get to school in this van, why the fuck was school even open when there was snow on the ground and no one put salt on the roads yet? We were going to hit black ice, spin out of control and then hit a pole and die. Roxas clambered in beside me and started rambling again. It wasn't directed at me, and with all the other noise and commotion happening within the small space I couldn't catch a single word he spoke to Ven.

Sora elbowed me in the side gently, to get my attention, "I don't know why they didn't close the schools today again, or at least have a delay. Usually they close everything at just the mention of snow." He relaxed against Riku, who decided it was a good idea to entangle himself with the brunette. Everyone was a mess of tangled limbs covered in winter clothing, except for me because I had completely forgotten that it was snowing to begin with. Because, you know, it's fucking MAY. There shouldn't be snow. I'm Convinced Virginia just holds the most fucked up weather.

"I think they should cancel school forever." I mumbled back.

"Pussy." Vanitas scoffed and rolled his eyes. I still haven't figured out what crawled up his ass that made him just the radiant ball of sunshine he was. I smiled sarcastically his way before turning back to Sora, who abandoned the conversation in favor of nuzzling Riku's neck. Demyx should have been driving cautiously, should have made everyone chill the fuck out a little bit, should have been driving with both hands, should have not been trying to hold Zexion's hand and kiss him and turn the radio up or down or whatever or drink coffee. Should have. But he didn't. Because it was Demyx. Reckless driving had to have been a Strife trait.

I'm actually surprised we made it to school in one piece, and even more surprised that the group of students that were forced to wait outside until the first bell rang, still greeted them almost identically to the way right after Spring Break. They were less enthused, but maybe that had to do with the freezing weather, and snowballs that fell apart being tossed around. Usually by the time my bus got there, the Strifes had already finished greeting the entire school that worshiped them, and set about working their way through the mass of people trying to pull them apart from each other and adhere them to their cliques. That's when Roxas would Find me, get on his tiptoes, and still have to pull me down into a kiss. I was used to the glares and sometimes sad looks casted our way as we walked to class, and that day was no different. Roxas was stopped, like always, to get asked about what he was wearing, or how cute he was, or if he was free anytime soon. Roxas would say he's busy then, but they should 'totally hang sometime.' And the day went smoothly. The week went well, actually. No Larxene, no Naminé or Xion, either. On Saturday the doctor took the brace off and told me I was free to do what I want, as long as it didn't involve me jumping out of any windows.

So that's how I found myself behind a sloshy, half melted, snow barricade with an olive green beanie smashed over my crimson spikes, covered in a crushed snow ball. I was in the middle of a slosh snowball fight against the Strifes. All of their boyfriends were. The snow was melting, but we had to make the most of it, because I was feeling better. Roxas was out there somewhere in someone's yard, planning my demise. I can feel it. Riku dived next to me, arm full of crumbling snowballs.

"They're out there. Behind the tree in my yard." He whispered, out of breath. He must have just run from all the way over there. That didn't matter, because no there wasn't a single sound, except for the birds making their nests. Zexion was hiding in the Strifes' side yard, and Terra was sitting behind Reno's car, out of view.

"Okay, we'll ambush them." I whispered back. Some hand signals that earned me a shove on the shoulder from Riku and we were off to storm the Strifes' hiding place. Me, Riku, Terra, and Zexion. It was going to be the perfect plan. The perfect fucking plan…

that was until fucking two faced-double-agent-son-of-a-bitch-who-would-rather-have-sex-with-his-boy-friend-than-win-this-war decided that this was going to be a set up. There were no Strifes, but by the time we had already unloaded all of our snow balls in a blinding melty white fury, it was too late.

"Surrender." Sora yelled, his face trying to stay serious, but he let out a giggle anyway.

Roxas pitched in, "we have you surrounded." Van didn't say anything, but I could tell he was getting some sort of sick twisted pleasure out of this whole thing. They did have us surrounded, and they had huge armfuls of snowballs in their arms and ones ready to aim at us.

I was about to give up when Riku himself flung the first snowball at me. "FOR NARNIA!"

From there on out it was an onslaught of dripping freezing snow soaking through my thin jacket. War cried and laughter. Somewhere down the line I ended up charging Roxas across the yard on my back, begging him for mercy to stop. It ended when we successfully mashed all the snow in our yards to puddles of mush, and Cloud beckoned us in with hot cocoa.

"Axel hurry up, they always take the mugs with the most marshmallows!" Roxas urged, kicking my sides like I was Delilah or something.

I chuckled, letting him down, "then you run on in, I'll catch up." He didn't even take a second to think about it. Yeah I feel the love. I thought I was walking alone, and that Roxas and I were the last ones outside and that the war had ended, but a snowball still pegged itself at the back of my head. "What the fuck?" I shot back, spinning on my heal.

Ven grinned goofily, sort of like Roxas did at times, "sorry, just wanted to get your attention."

"Well now you have it."

It was hard to focus on just how serious he was being because I was exhausted and kept mentally replacing him with my Roxas, "let's get something straight okay?" okaaay? "I know Roxas likes you and all. But if you fuck with him," it was sort of creepy… it was like Roxas talking about himself in third person. Well minus the cute freckles I don't see on Ven's face, but Roxas' are hardily there either. "It's not going to end very well for you." Ah great, this shit again. I swear to whatever, if one more of his million brothers threaten me again, I'm just going to lose it. Why the hell would I even hurt something as precious as Roxas?

"I won't hurt him." I state simply, because Roxas was bounding out of the house with hot cocoa in his hand. Ven took that as his time to wonder away, like he hadn't just been threatening his twin's boyfriend, and that maybe we were having a splendid conversation.

"I got the one with the most marshmallows." The smile he gives me is enough for me to stop in my tracks and kiss him. Like really kiss him, like with my hands pressed flat against the small of his back and tongue exploring his mouth. That type of kiss.

I pulled away, liking my lips and watching him blush, which makes the whole thing fucking worth it. I could taste the sweet milky vanilla in his mouth I'm used to tasting. "What the hell, Roxas, was that creamer?"

"Yeah! It tastes fucking amazing." He looked absolutely appalled at the thought of me asking such a thing. Like it was obviously supposed to be there, and anything less was inhumane.

"No one puts creamer in fucking hot cocoa."

Excuse my spelling errors, I wanted this up, and haven't gone through this thoroughly enough (someone do this for me I'm lazy… no just kidding… but kind of not.)

And thank you all to my wonderful, and patient reviewers and favers and alerters and readers. I love you all and I'm trying to get back on a regular writing schedule I swear. And eeeeeep! OVER 100! I'm SO HAPPY!

Envyyyy: awww thank you so much!

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Axel-Got it Memorized: ppffft! Because Axel trying to leave without being seen went over just oh so well. XD

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SilverWingedRaven: nah you're perfectly right. My spelling mistakes were bound to happen.

Ewonsama: I don't think he slept with a lot? That could just be me… then again I actually know the exact number. And I think eventually all of you will know… I think I still have more tricks up my sleeve. nope. I'm gunna say Axel's not a problem.

Byebye, my lovelies