Holy hell another one already. You guys are being spoiled for liking this story which I have recently had an urge to write! This ones a shorty but it's important. Many thanks to -Optomistic Emo Kleptomaniac- for being a wonderful beta :D
"Are you ready to go Rox?" Axel shouted through the apartment, his eyes darting towards the mirror and smirking at himself. God damn he was good looking. No blood shot eyes, no thin, ghostly face staring back at him. Just perfect bone structure, nice skin, brilliant green eyes. If only everyone could look as good as he did without all the drugs. "Ready?" He asked as he hung on the doorframe, watching his boyfriend stretch his arms above his head and pout back at him.
"I don't wanna gooooo," Roxas whined as he snuggled further under the blanket, pulling the comforter to his chin and smiling coyly at the redhead in the doorway. "We can stay here and stay in bed." He wriggled even further down the bed, curling his toes in anticipation of the yes that awaited him.
"Baby we haven't gone out in weeks." He retorted as he walked over and knelt on the floor, resting his arms on the edge of the bed and his chin atop of arms. "Don't you wanna go to a party? See our friends? Your brother? Get drunk and dance and have fun?" The blond only sighed and lifted the blanket over his head, breathing heavily before slamming the blanket back down on his lap and grinning at the man at the foot of his bed.
"I don't have pants on," he stated matter-of-factly, ignoring all of Axel's questions. He bit his smile down as he lifted the blanket and took a look for himself, shaking his head with a grin as he laid it back down, smoothing it down patiently. "Now do you wanna go to the party?"
"As much as I love it when you don't have pants on, I really think we should go to the party. It'll be fun." Roxas groaned as he threw the blanket to the side and jumped off the mattress, standing with his hands on his hips as he searched the floor for pants. "I love you," Axel said as he wrapped his arms around the man's bare torso, resting his fingers at the edge of his boxers.
"Yeah yeah, I know," Roxas said with that impeccably adorable aggravated tone, the one that almost always got Axel to just give into him. Almost was the key word. As much as he would've liked to stay in with his boyfriend for what felt the millionth night in a row, he had to get out of the apartment. He was starting to get cabin fever. When he didn't get out on a regular basis, he started to resent everything. He could never hate Roxas of course, so he started to hate inanimate objects. The sight and gentle whir of the refrigerator would practically send him into a fit. He was a social animal after all, he needed to get out. "Whose party is it anyways?"
"It's Riku's party, Riku my dear friend who I haven't seen in weeks."
"No need to make me feel guilty." Rox said with a gentle sigh and smile. "Riku invited Sora?" Axel hummed in the affirmative, nodding against the shorter mans shoulder. "Why?"
"Because Riku likes Sora?" Axel was slightly taken aback by the vehement tone that escaped the other man's mouth. He had been made fully aware that Roxas didn't necessarily get along with his brother, but now for some reason, it just seemed over the top. The way his voice had changed when he asked why, it seemed out of place. There were always arguments and disagreements, but at that moment, Roxas seemed to legitimately hate his brother. "Is something wrong?"
"No, I just don't see why Riku invited Sora is all,"
"Come on, Sora's fun, everybody likes him. Did you guys get in a fight or something?"
"Don't worry about it," he reassured as he turned around and smiled up at the taller man, gently smacking his cheek childishly. "We'll go to the party, we'll have fun."
"That's what I like to hear." Axel smirked as he finally let his arms fall away from the lithe body, walking out and back into the living room to wait patiently.
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"I don't see why we had to walk," Roxas pouted as he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to block the cold air. Axel arched a brow at him as he watched his boyfriend walk a pace or two ahead of him. Roxas was being uncharacteristically bitchy this evening, and Axel couldn't quite pinpoint the reason.
"You're sure nothing's wrong?"
"Why?" He asked back with narrowed eyes.
"You just seem...I dunno, it's nothing. Never mind."
"Axel-"
"You just seem off tonight, like something's bugging you." He heard him take a deep breath and Roxas finally turned around to face him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" He exclaimed with a shrug. "Nothing is wrong, I just didn't feel like going out is all. But you want to, so let's just go."
"Well, we just haven't been out in like a month."
"So?"
"I like going out is all," Axel shoved his hands in his pockets as he watched his boyfriend tap his thumbs against his forearms in aggravation. "We're too young to stay holed up all the time, don't you think?" Roxas only shrugged again, aiming his gaze at the ground of the alley they stood in. He slowly sauntered towards him, smiling as he wrapped his arms around him, kissing the top of his head. "That's fine, you don't have to tell me what's wrong. I'll move on and forget about it and just drink away my problems tonight." Roxas rolled his eyes as he looked up, a frown on his face. "I'm kidding,"
"No no, it's not that." Roxas' eyes darted to the side as he tried to think of what to say, how to phrase it. "I love you,"
"I love you too,"
"And I'm sorry that we haven't gone out or done anything. I've just been in a funk lately, but I'll break it tonight alright?"
"That sounds like a fantastic idea," Axel agreed with a smirk as he entwined their fingers and started walking once more.
"Besides, it'll be fun right? To see Riku and Dem and everyone? We really haven't been out in a long time," Roxas admitted with a sheepish grin. "I just...I'm sorry I get like this, I'm sorry for everything that's wrong with me. I know there's a lot to deal with, but I love you so much and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you Axel."
"You're not going to lose me, babe you're stuck with me for life now." He said with a smile as he pulled his boyfriend closer, nuzzling his face against the shaggy blond hair. "There is nothing I don't love about you, and there is no one, no one who could possibly be better for me."
"Yeah, I know you say that but-"
"No one," the redhead repeated. In his mind, it was a fact. There was no one who could possibly make him happier than Roxas did. But in Roxas' mind, he knew that he was far from perfect, but he was able to appreciate and adore the way Axel managed to view him as perfect and flawless. As they rounded the corner, leaving the alley behind them and seeing the lights of the city, their hands disconnected. "Gimme a sec, I just want a cigarette." He turned away from the wind, and consequently away from Roxas, to cup his hand over the cigarette.
"AXEL!" And with the squeal of tires and a blunt hit, it was over.
Alright, in case you couldn't tell, this is the night that Roxas dies. I know I kinda left you hanging there at the end, but it's what I do best. And no, this does not necessarily signify the almost end of this story, the memory chapters jump around. So yea, reviews are, of course, always appreciated :)