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Cold, so cold...strapped to a table, cold, so cold...the room filling with smoke. The acrid stench of menthol mixed with burning tabacco and halatosis. Every breath he took filled his lungs more and more with the vile mixture. All of a sudden, his throught closes off. Not able to breath, he gasps and gasps. As he begins to shake violently...
Roxas awoke with a start and he realized he was being shook. Looking up into the concerned face of the red-head bending over him, Roxas took a deep breath of the clean life giving air around him.
"Hey, you okay?" Axel asked, his voice filled with worry and fear.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. What happened?" Roxas asked, shaking the cloudy feeling from his head.
"I came to see you. No one was home, so I let myself in with that key you gave me. I was gonna surprise you, but when I came in, you were holding your throught and gasping for air. I tried to wake you up by shaking you. You must have had a bad dream. You sure your okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks for waking me up." Roxas shot Axel a smile and releife spreaf over Axel's face.
Sitting up slowly, Roxas looked over at Axel as he sat on the bed next to Roxas. Looking up at Axel with something akin to sadness in his eyes, Roxas sighed.
Wrapping his arms around Roxas' shoulders, Axel hugged his best friend. Roxas nestled his head against Axel's chest, breathing in his scent. He smelled like a mixture of Axe and leather with the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. Roxas tilted his face up so he could see Axel and realized his face was a scant two inches away from Axel's. His eyelids slowly drifted shut as he leaned into the soft pressure of Axel's lips. Being pulled into Axle's lap, Roxas felt Axel's tongue drift slowly over the crease of his own lips and he opened his mouth without further qualms. Feeling Axel's velvet tongue invade his mouth, Roxas whimpered, leaning forward even more. Securing their arms even more tightly around the other, they melted against each other. Squirming impatiantly in his lap, Roxas drove Axel into a frenzy, a fierce, possessive growl coming from deep withing his throught. Standing up with Roxas still in his arms, Axel laid him back down on the bed. Shrugging off his leather jacket and peeling off his shirt, Axel did the same to Roxas. Straddling Roxas, Axel ran his fingers down Roxas' chest, delighting in the shivers that ran through them both. Leaning down, Axel crushed Roxas' lips between his own. Neither of them heard the door open until it banged against the wall. Both looking up, they saw Roxas' mom in the doorway, staring open mouthed at the lanky red-head straddling her son. Roxas gulped.