"You're…you're joking right?" Zexion stared in complete shock at his boyfriend.

"I'm sorry! I just… I just needed to know…"

"Know what?! What it feels like to cheat on someone who loves you with all their heart?!"

Roxas flinched, "It wasn't cheating! It was just a kiss! I'm sorry Zexy! I love you!"

Zexion couldn't decide if he should slug Roxas or burst into tears. Finally he opted for neither and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Roxas hurried after him.

The blue haired boy quickly snapped back around to face his boyfriend, "No! I will not wait! I will not stand around while you try to figure out if you love me more than your precious Axel! I won't do it! We're done Roxas! I'm going to bed, so please go home. Now." Zexion fought back tears with all his might as he tried to maintain his composure.

Roxas panicked as sadness began to stream down his face, "No! I don't want this! I don't want Axel! I just want you! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said anything!"

"No Roxas. You shouldn't have kissed him. The fact that you told me only means I won't have to hate you for lying about it too. Now please. Just go home." Zexion moved to the front door and held it open, not making eye contact with the blonde.

Roxas felt like his world was crashing down on him. He should have had more self control. He should have stood strong against Axel. He shouldn't have given in. And now Zexy… his Zexy… wanted him gone… he… uh… the world was spinning… why… Darkness.

Roxas slowly opened his eyes, and squinted as the bright light filtered in through his eyelashes. His head was pounding and was lying down somewhere. He shifted slightly and grunted as his head bombarded him with pain.

"Roxas?"

Roxas turned his head towards the direction of the familiar voice.

"You awake now?"

The blonde's vision slowly came back into focus and he realized it was Zexion speaking to him. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed Roxas was laid out on. "Mmm… kind of…" he managed.

"Roxy… I'm sorry," Zexion's voiced drifted off and his head hung low.

"What happened?" Roxas asked, attempting to sit up.

"You just passed out. I was telling you to… to leave and I guess you got too stressed and 'boom,' you hit the floor."

Suddenly everything came flooding back and Roxas became panicked once again, "Zexy. I'm sorry! Please! Please don't leave me!"

Zexion stood from his chair and placed his hands on the other boy's shoulders, "Roxas, Roxas, calm down. You'll work yourself up again," he sat down on the bed next to Roxas, "Look… I'm sorry I yelled at you alright, but… but you've broken my heart. You promised me that you would be cautious and then you come over here and tell me that you kissed him. And not that he jumped you, but that you told him it was ok. That hurt me so much."

Roxas took a few calming breaths and stared down at his lap, "I'm sorry Zex… I let my curiosity get the best of me. I… well I don't really have a good excuse, but I really am sorry."

The two boys sat in silence for the next few minutes. Finally Zexion looked up at his boyfriend, something that looked like pain dancing in his eyes, "I can't Roxas."

Roxas snapped his head up to meet Zexion's gaze, "Wha?" he could feel dread washing over him yet again.

"I love you Roxas, more than anything, but I can't stay with you knowing you might have feelings for someone else. I guess I'm just selfish, but I don't want to share you." his bottom lip began to tremble and his eyes shone with wetness.

"Please…" Roxas begged, "Please no… I don't love him. I don't."

"Even if you don't, you were tempted enough to break your promise to me, and that hurts just as much as if you had run off with him. I wish… I wish you had never kissed him Roxy, but I wish even more that you had never wanted to in the first place. Knowing that you wanted to kiss someone other than me… I can't… I'm sorry."

The blonde laid his hand on top of the other boy's, "I just want to pretend none of this ever happened."

"I know." Zexion slipped his hand out from under Roxas's and stood from the bed, "I want that too, but wanting won't make it disappear. What's done is done and now we have to move on. I'm sorry Roxas. I'll always love you, but I can't be with you anymore." He turned and walked quietly out of the room, leaving Roxas alone.

Roxas sat in shock for a moment, before pulling his knees to his chest and burying his face into them. He bawled for nearly an hour. Once he had gotten all of his sadness out, he found a new feeling had emerged: anger. Pure, unadulterated anger. He stormed down the stairs and straight out the front door. His destination was a few blocks away, but his mind was so clouded with hatred, that he didn't even notice the trip.

Axel jumped as a sudden pounding reverberated from his front door, "Hold on! Hold on! I'm coming!" He turned the tv off and pulled himself off the couch. "Geez, don't break my door dow- Roxas! Hey-oof!" Axel doubled over in pain, clutching at his stomach where he had just been sucker punched. "What the Hell?!"

"You son of a bitch! You! This is all your fault!" he took at swing at Axel's face, but the redhead barely managed to dodge it.

"Woah! Woah! What's going on?! What'd I do?!" Axel backed up defensively, his hands raised in the air.

"You made him leave! I hate you! You made him leave me!" Roxas could feel the hot tears starting to run down his face, but he was too pissed to care.

Axel's face suddenly became very concerned, "Oh, Roxy. You didn't."

"Didn't what?! Tell Zexy?! Of course I did! He's my boyfriend! I couldn't just lie to him!" Roxas forced his way into the older male's house.

"Roxas, calm down."

"NO! I will not! I told him because I felt so guilty about kissing you, and he left me! He fucking left me!" Roxas was now full on sobbing, but he couldn't stop.

"Roxy… I'm sorry…" Axel looked on helplessly.

"I love him! And he loves me too! But… but he said he can't be with me knowing I think about you sometimes!"

Axel winced at that. Really it wasn't his fault that Roxas thought about him, but somehow it felt like it was. Like maybe if he hadn't flirted with his friend so much, then the thought would have never crossed Roxas's mind, "I don't know what you want me to say…" he admitted.

"Nothing! I don't wanna hear another God damned word out of your mouth! I just wanna beat you senseless!"

Axel stepped back cautiously, "Roxy, hold on. I, I know you're upset about the kiss, but think! You were the one who said it was ok, and you were the one who ran off and told Zexion!"

Roxas heard the older male's words, and knew they were true, but he didn't want to believe them. This wasn't his fault, it was all Axel's! If he could prove that, then maybe Zexy would take him back, "I don't care! If you! If you hadn't tempted me! If you had just stayed out of my life, then none of this would have happened!"

Axel's face suddenly went blank. Cold. He stared down his best friend with an eerie calmness, and the shorter boy shifted uncomfortably. "So that's how it is. You wish you'd never even met me. Even though I've known you years longer than Zexion, you wish that I was out of the picture. Well fine. Go then Roxas, get the Hell out of my life. I'll be sure not to mess up your perfect little world anymore."

Before Roxas knew what was happening, Axel had shoved him out onto the porch and slammed the front door in his face. He heard the deadbolt lock and the lamp above him clicked off. Roxas was alone. He stood, lost in his confusion and frustration and sadness out there on the darkened porch. His boyfriend had left him and now he had just lost his best friend. To top it all off, Roxas was all cried out. He wanted to cry so badly, but he just couldn't find the tears. Instead he spent several minutes staring at the wooden door that separated him from his best friend. He wanted to run to Zexy and tell him what a jerk Axel was. He wanted to run to Axel and ask him how to win Zexy back. But all he could do was stare. Eventually, he pulled himself together enough to wander back home. He closed the front door behind him and climbed the stairs to the second floor. He didn't even bother to remove his shoes, let alone his clothes, as he flopped into bed. Maybe he'd wake up tomorrow and all of this will have been a bad dream. He prayed with all his might for that to be true as he drifted off to sleep.