Roxas began to doze, the warmth coming off of Axel's skin and the pitch blackness of the room making him sleepy. But just as a dream started to make it's way fuzzily into his head, the blonde felt someone pull on his shoulder and lay him flat on his back.

"Huh mm?" he yawned. "What is it?" A shadow hung over him and leaned down, it's cheek brushing against his. It felt warm but wet. Instinctively, Roxas turned his head and licked Axel's cheek; the wetness was salty, but slightly sweet. Roxas smiled vaguely. With a soft voice he asked, "Why are you crying?"

Axel didn't know how to respond to this. He knew what his death was going to be like now, and he knew that in the hours before dawn Roxas was going to have to leave. As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, he was slightly afraid of Xemnas; and as much as he didn't want to admit it to Roxas, he was already mourning him being gone. So what should he say? How can he explain the cause of his tears? Because it was everything: the fear, the mourning, the limited hours he had tonight, and his 'self-inflicted' death-to-be.

The redhead touched his nose to Roxas's and said quietly, "No reason really, it just that … this is our last night – our final hours – together."

There were suddenly arms weaving themselves around his neck, pulling him downwards. Roxas kissed his lips gently. "Then let's make the most of it."

Axel liked the sound of that. He wanted to hear that – or something like it – ever since they confessed how they felt about one another. Maybe it was just lust, but Axel felt something when Roxas had said those words. Since he'd only been leaning over from the side to reach Roxas, the redhead decided that maybe he should change position. So his swung one leg over to the other side of the small blonde. Now he could make sure that the blonde would stay safe beneath him, and that no premature disappearances could occur.

"That's a pretty suggesting position your in," Roxas commented with a low chuckle as soon as Axel made the change.

"Only if you think of it that way."

"Oh? And what do you think of it as?"

"Protection."

Roxas kissed him again, briefly licking Axel's bottom lip. "And what are you protecting me from?"

"Nothing, just from disappearing too early."

"It's not like I'm just going to vanish into thin air!"

"That's right; you won't because I'm here." Axel replied and leaned down for another kiss, but a longer, sad one. But the younger boy hardly noticed.

Roxas slipped his hands off of the back of Axel's neck and pushed on his chest to make him get off. Axel was pushed onto his side, and Roxas turned to face him. "Just because last time you called yourself seme doesn't mean you are."

Axel smiled, although Roxas couldn't see it. "What ever you say," he replied as he stroked Roxas's jaw lightly. He French-kissed him a few more times before daring to do something else.

Since one arm was pinned under Roxas's head underneath his pillow, Axel slowly moved the hand he had on his face downwards along his bare back, stopping right before the top of his boxer shorts.

Roxas felt this and knew that Axel was hinting. Roxas pulled himself closer to Axel's tepid body, their chests touching, causing sweat to start to form. To let Axel know that it was all right, he made his tongue act a little more fiercely in the other's mouth.

The older boy got the idea. He slipped his fingers into Roxas's pants, gently skimming his skin with his fingertips. He felt a small shudder quake down the blonde's spine in response. His mouth was moving so that he couldn't smile, but inside he made a victorious smirk. Axel glided his hand until it rested on the younger boy's hip as he pushed him down again. A uke you might not like to be, but you still are one, he thought as he slid his hand to somewhere else.

Roxas took in a sharp breath as he felt himself being pushed onto his back again. Axel wasn't completely on top of him, just leaning over from the side like he was when this began. But … the blonde could feel a hot hand slide to somewhere else besides his hip where it had been a second ago. Part of him down south froze up (if you get what I mean). "Axel!" Roxas scolded, but it came out as a groan.

But the boy in question didn't care. He distracted Roxas's mouth with more kisses while he tickled somewhere Roxas thought wasn't appropriate. But despite what he thought, Roxas giggled. With a soft sigh, Roxas stopped kissing long enough to feel Axel stroke and massage his length is a playful way. But then he slid his hand back up and grabbed Roxas's arm. He tugged the blonde boy into him as he rolled onto his back, hugging the younger boy in a pathetic, clingy way. Axel started to cry slightly again because he knew that pleasure now won't satisfy a broken heart later. Softly, and with a quaking voice he whispered in Roxas's ear, "Tomorrow you'll be someone else, but for tonight … you're mine."

Roxas felt warm wetness on his hand as he reached to touch Axel's face. He was crying again. And without meaning to, Roxas began to cry, too. "I know." He laughed a little nervously, "And since 'I'm yours tonight' … I'll do whatever you say."

"Whatever I say, huh?" Axel smiled, wiping away his tears. He felt Roxas nod, and after one last squeeze of a hug he released him and muttered, "Then roll over."

Roxas obeyed, not completely sure what Axel was going to do, although he had an idea. He felt slightly shaking hands slip his boxers down, and then a pause while Axel did the same for himself.

"This might hurt..." the pyro warned softly. "But it shouldn't too much."

Roxas nodded again, but Axel took no notice. Then something hard entered him, and he bit his lip to hold back a yelp. It felt hot and foreign, hurting in a dull way. But as Axel eased in and out, pressing against him, his eyes glazed over and his breathing became ragged. He let out a muffled groan into the matress, his face getting hot and his back beginning to perspire. Roxas felt a little guilty, realizing that he was no longer a virgin, but it's not like his actions affected anyone else, not even Sora. A few droplets fell on his back, and he guessed them to be more tears from Axel. But at least on his last night with his lover he gave himself away.

And Axel felt the same. It felt good in more ways than one to do what he was doing... but the main pleasure wasn't from his thrusts but instead his half heart, which for once he could feel banging in his chest, overjoyed that it was with the one it loved. - Even if it was only with it for a few more hours.