Author's Notes: Aaaaaaand I'm baack! D Of course, this is for Cookies, who requested this drabble, and I'm still much too busy to write on much else. I'm not slacking, I promise, Cookies. School is just kicking my ass. A lot.

WARNING! Slight (VERY SLIGHT) yaoi referencing. In other words, KISSING between two guys and implied citrus.

Summary: 30-minute ficlet. Axel and Zexion have a little discussion about recent events on Castle Oblivion. Sort of. In Axel's POV.

Genre: Kinda angsty romance/Axel-teasing (once again, I think Axel belongs in his own category)

Word Count: 883

Disclaimer: This would be one of those things that are redundantly redundant. In layman's terms: I doth not you, therefore you cannot sueth my ass.

Drabble Request: Teasing

"It seems logical enough, doesn't it?" I asked, holding my chin in my hand in thought.

Zexy just gave me that look that clearly stated, 'Absolutely not!'

I wanted to laugh at him and explain my entire complex theory on it. It would make a lot of sense if he heard it. After all, Sora kept beating us all left and right. Riku in pretty much the same fashion. They wouldn't be if everything hadn't been pre-ordained.

What I don't understand is why the rest of this "Organization" we're a part of hasn't learned from any of our mistakes.

Zexy was certainly making the worst of them; completely underestimating the things set into motion.

I smirked at him for a brief moment, watching his expression become a slight pout.

He has no idea how cute he is when he pouts. In fact, I highly doubt he even knows that he does that in the first place.

Too bad Larxene would laugh at me. I wish I could tell her what I thought of him. She hated Zexion with a passion. Well… most of the time. Plus the fact that she's dead. Not much could have been done to prevent that.

"I fail to see how that is relevant to anything we're studying from this, Axel."

Should I tell him? Maybe it would be better to keep him in the dark. But first, I want to have a little fun with him. It's his fault for being so damn cute all the time.

The first thing I notice is the change in Zexy's expression from 'I am not pouting' and to 'I'm still not pouting, but I'll have you know I'm displeased with you'. It's because I had started to smirk when I was thinking. I do that sometimes. I really don't know why. Probably because it's hard to keep something so amusing locked up inside. A lot hard than other emotions sometimes.

Zexion looks me up and down, folding his arms over his chest, glancing at me dead in the eyes. "What are you scheming, Axel?"

I leaned up against one of the castle walls, fingering a little statuette rose arrangement carved into Oblivion's walls, smirking still. I won't tell him. He'll find out on his own.

"What makes you think I'll tell you, Zexy?"

"I've told you many times to stop calling my that."

"Hmm… I think not. It suits you."

"No, it does not."

"And what'll you do if I don't stop calling you that, Zexy?"

He fumbled for words, opening and closing his mouth until he just stopped and glared at me.

I laughed out loud, grinning wider. "Aw, don't look so angered by that." I replied as I pushed up off of the wall, closing the short distance between us in the hall. Zexion backed away, his back hitting the opposite wall from the one I had been leaning against. "Like I said, it suits you… Zexy…"

At the last of that I had let my face hover close to his cheek, breathing it out and giving him a half-lidded stare. Zexy couldn't make a sound.

I could feel his hair brushing my cheek and ear; feel his breath against my face. He smelled something like musk and vanilla. Strange, because I was sure that this bit of information was only in my mind. A simple fragment produced from want. He was shorter than me too, I realized after a moment. And a little too innocent-looking. The thought brought a faint smirk back to my lips.

With one gloved hand, I brushed back some messy blue hair. Zexion really was cute. Not handsome or just good-looking. Cute. Just… cute, plane and simple.

He looked at me with a bit of confusion. "What the hell are you doing?"

I never answered. Simply pushed my mouth against his. Not harshly. I had a feeling if I did anything to harshly with anyone, they would break or vanish all together.

Don't ask me why. I've never been able to understand that part of myself very much either.

Sooner or later, I ended up waking to him next to me. I looked at him for a long moment, grinning to myself, watching him sleep and breath, still looking way too innocent for his own good. He even looked like that, innocent, when he was right in the middle of heat and pleasure.

Zexion… so over looked. No one understood him.

I think I did. I hoped I did. I liked him enough, but that wasn't going to last. Something in me knew that I wasn't going to be able to protect him or keep him close. This frail creature, this thing of nothingness given to me by a complete fluke in the plan. But I won't complain. I'll take what I can and run with it. This wasn't worth hanging on to--- none of it really ever was.

After a long moment of staring and thinking, I rested my head next to Zexion.

He was lying on his side, facing me, eyes closed. I never imagined someone so quite-like capable of the noise he was. But then again… heh… I'm not exactly that quiet myself.

Yes, I will have to tease him about that when we're alone again. If and whenever that'll be…