Author's Notes: Wow. Wooooow. Isn't this the one I said would be done in like - a week? And it's been nearly a frickin' year since the last update?! -keels over- Dear bob I need to really work on that x.o;

Welcome to the second installment of 'Private Magician!' For those who don't know, the idea for this was taken from a doujinshi of the same name (I have no idea if it's online anymore but if you guys want I can put it up on mega upload or something?). I really enjoyed the story and wished it was longer sooo~here's my version with the Kingdom Hearts gang!

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts does not belong to me, nor does the Private Magician plot. I'm simply borrowing it for my own (and others) reading pleasure :D Plsdunsueme

Warnings: Molestation of the blond kind, coursing, boy-boy action, nearly non-con

Other: I'm sleepy today D: Er - and the third chapter should (-will- damnit!) be up much, muuuuch sooner than it took me to put up the second D:

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Private Magician

Roxas jerked awake in his seat, chair grinding against the ground from the motion. A few of the girls nearby giggled and the boys snickered as their professor scowled down at the blond, brows drawn together. "While I am thankful that you have decided to grace us with your presence, it would be greatly appreciated if you stayed awake, Mr. Strife. Do I make myself clear?"

Ignoring the laughter around him Roxas sunk lower in his seat, nodding. "Yes, sir." Fixing the boy with a stern look the professor eventually moved on, continuing with the lesson. The droning tone soon had Roxas' eyes drooping once again and he fought to keep them open, sitting up straighter in his seat.

I haven't gotten much sleep since he's come. The blond sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. It had been two weeks since Roxas happened upon the mysterious vendor on his way home from school and he was at his wits end.

It started the first morning.

Smacking his alarm clock Roxas rolled out of bed, loose tank-top and pj pants serving as his sleepwear. He had started going about his morning ritual of getting his clothes together to toss on the bed before shuffling into his bathroom, door opened half-way as he started the shower. Scrubbing at his eyes the teen pulled off his top, dropping it on the ground then began to tug at the pants.

"Need help washing your back?"

"FUCK!" Jumping nearly a foot the pants were quickly yanked back up, blond looking very awake suddenly. "Jeez! Are you trying to give me a stroke?" Truth be told he had thought that Axel and his own peculiar incident was a dream; the whole situation was more like something out of a fantasy novel rather than real life.

The red-head just grinned from his reclining position against the doorframe, shaking his head. "Sorry - and please, don't mind me." Axel raised a hand to wave in a 'go on' motion. "I don't mind the show."

Roxas replied by slamming the door in his face.

That afternoon when he came home Roxas was greeted with the sight of his - genie? Dijin? Magical spirit-man? - stretched out across his bed with the blond's personal journal held between gloved fingers. At the slam of the door green orbs flickered to blue, amusement dancing in the first pair as shock and anger grew in the other. "Why, Roxy, I had no idea you were such a poet."

Dropping his bag Roxas took a menacing step forward, fingers curling into fists. "Put. It. Down."

Axel, seeming to grow amused at the boy's reaction, did quite the opposite.

"'June 3rd. Today when hanging out at the usual place Seifer and his gang showed up.'" Jumping up from his sprawled position as Roxas launched himself across the room Axel sat down on the cursing boy's back, continuing. "'His eyes are always intense, like a stormy sea. If he wasn't such an-' Roxas, fighting isn't going to get you anywhere- '-asshole he would be really hot. Really hot.'" Snapping the book closed the lanky red-head leered down at Roxas. "Should I be jealous?"

"Get - OFF!" Bracing his arms against his mattress Roxas bucked, arching his back sharply and knocking the other off with a surprised yelp. The thud that followed was somewhat satisfying but not enough and he scrambled up quickly, spinning to glare daggers at the crumple of limbs on his floor. "How - how DARE you! Who do you think you are, going through my stuff like that?"

"But Rooooxaaaaaaas~" Whining from his spot on the floor Axel sat up, resting his chin on the side of the mattress. "I'm so booooored here. You should just take me with you to school an-"

"No!" Jerking back as a knee nearly kicked him in the face Axel ended up on his back, blond swinging around to scowl down at him from the bed. "I have a hard enough time without some freak following me around all day!"

Axel raised a hand to his chest as if stricken, though the grin and amused glint in his eyes betrayed his words. "Aw, Roxy, break my little heart, why don't you? All I want is to spend some time-"

"I wish you'd leave me alone for a while!"

Blinking at the sudden command Roxas swore he saw a flicker of actual hurt in the other's eyes before it was gone, replaced by an annoyed look. "So that's how it is." Rising to his feet the red-head brushed off some imaginary dust before beginning to glow. "As you wish - master." With a flash he was gone, ember-colored case sitting on the blond's desk snapping closed.

Even when Axel made a re-appearance five minutes after he started his homework Roxas found that the bit of guilt that had snuck into him at that kicked puppy look made him more tolerant of the lanky body draping its self over his own smaller form.

And then the dreams started.

The setting was always the beach and always went the same way. Roxas would become aware of where he was to find himself bound, with his arms and legs buried under sand and a pair of swim trunks as his only modesty. Normally he would have some kind of control over his dreams and could move but in these no matter how hard he tugged or pulled, he couldn't budge. There was the added effect of lapping waves, a warm sun and the smell of sea-salt in the air that seemed to muddle his senses, making his mind fall into a soothing lull.

Then he would come into view.

"Axel!" The red-head would grin in reply, looking down at Roxas from above his head. Walking around to Roxas' right side the taller male would kneel beside him, jade eyes running over the blond's form like a caress. Many times it would send a shiver down the teen's spine that would be hard to suppress. "Let me up."

The black leather gloves were absent in the dream world and Axel would tap his fingers against each other, each of the long digits tapping his thumb. "Maybe, when I'm finished."

Then the touching would begin.

There was none of the playful smirks or dangerous grins present as Axel's fingertips ran over the bound male's form - his thin lips would be pressed together, brows slightly drawn and eyes holding an intensity that took Roxas' breath away. Slender digits would start innocently enough, running through blond locks with short nails dragging against the scalp to make Roxas roll his eyes in pleasure before running down his cheek and stroking the shell of his ears. They'd traced the curve of his forehead and brow along with feather-light brushes against his eyelashes, thumbs stroking down along the bump of his nose and brushing pouty lips and the curve of his chin.

Then they would slide down along the arch of the blond's neck, continuing the caress along Roxas' shoulders and down his arms before moving on to his chest.

The red-head never applied much pressure to his touches, ignoring the way Roxas' breath hitched as each fingertip brushed across aching nipples and the uncontrollable shudders as they stroked along the boy's ribcage. When his fingers tickled at the blond's belly-button Axel would lean down, replacing them with his lips.

"Axel…" The reactions pulled from the blond were unconscious as the slender form over Roxas worked at driving him slowly insane, lips pressing against the curve of his jaw to kiss before trailing the tip of his tongue along it and down to his neck. Fire-hot fingers would dance dangerously close to his aching need and all Roxas could do was shudder and gasp as Axel bit down at the curve of his neck, a low growl pulled from the red-head.

Roxas was never sure when his 'No damnit, stop!' turned to 'Oh god please, don't stop-' but by the time those teasing lips found their way to the blond's nipples he was panting and withering against his restraints, groans pulled from him at each brush of lips and stroke of fingertips. The wicked tongue would move lower, swirling around each of the sensitive buds before running along his ribcage and dipping teasingly into his bellybutton, sliding down between parted and trembling thighs with his fingers poised at Roxas' waistband to pull down-

And then Roxas would wake up, trembling and groaning and tangled helplessly in his sheets.

Their daily routine was similar with each passing day, though events changed - with Roxas' mother working early in the mornings sometimes Axel would go down to the kitchen to make (read: burn) breakfast and then whine in the blonde's ear when it was completely ignored for two pieces of toast instead. Roxas would sometimes enter his room to find the red-head going through his underwear drawer ('I was looking for clothes to put out for you for tomorrow! I swear I wasn't stealing your boxers.') or looking through his personal photos or just sprawled out across his bed, trying to coax the blond into cuddling. Though Roxas would huff in annoyance and spent most of his energy trying not to be molested while awake (and staying awake to keep from having those dreams) he found that he didn't mind the red-head's company.

When he wasn't being annoying, at least.

A whack to the back of his head brought Roxas to the present and he blinked up at his best friend, Hayner. "Uh…class is dismissed?"

The rowdy blond snorted at his friend's confused blue eyes, crossing his arms. "It let out, like five minutes ago! What's going on, Rox?" Hayner frowned before a shit-eating grin spread across his lips and threw himself at the smaller teen, pulling a yelp from Roxas as the taller boy gave him a vicious noogie. "You worried about me leaving you? Can't sleep at night 'cause you're gonna miss me?"

"Get off, you big oaf!" Struggling in his friend's grip Roxas eventually squirmed out of it, scowling weakly as he attempted to fix his own mess of spikes. "Well I'm not going to miss you now, thanks to that," he grumbled, but he was smiling. Roxas would miss his friend - they had been together since forever and had never been apart for more than two weeks at a time.

Huffing at that Hayner slung his bag onto his shoulder. "Yeah, right." The boy shifted his weight to one foot, tapping the other against the ground. "Actually-" Roxas felt himself raise an eyebrow. He rarely saw the anxious side of Hayner and couldn't think of any reason why the boy would be so with him, of all people. "Do you have some free time after school? I was hoping we could go to your place - you know, before things get too hectic with my family packing and stuff to hang out."

Dumping his books back into his backpack Roxas rolled his eyes. "God, are you sick or something? You haven't asked to come over since we were five." It wasn't unusual for them to head to either the Usual Place or each other's houses after school when they didn't have exams to study for. "Of course you can-"

It was as the words left his mouth that Roxas thought of a good reason why Hayner should not visit - one with red hair and laughing green eyes and a perverted sense of humor. Shit, I forgot all about Axel. Looking up sharply at the other blond Roxas continued. "I just need to…clean my room first," he finished lamely.

Though Hayner had laughed and made a 'What? Need time to hide your porn?' jab Roxas just shrugged and slipped out of his desk, hoping against hope that he wouldn't open the door home to find that Axel had decided to greet him at the entryway.

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"Axel?"

Slipping into his room Roxas looked around, surprised to find the red-head not lounging on his bed or going through his laundry. He had managed to get Hayner to stay down at the foot of the steps after a quick search of the first floor and needed to speak with his odd roommate.

Seeing the ember-colored box sitting on his desk Roxas moved over to pick it up. "Axel? Could you come out for a minute? We need to talk." With that Roxas averted his eyes, pulling to top to the box open.

The blond wasn't surprised (and less than impressed) to find himself pinned against the desk when the bright flash of light faded, laughing emerald eyes inches from his own. "Looks like someone's finally ready to get to the good stuff," Axel purred around a grin, leaning in - or trying to. A firm hand quickly came up to smack right in the middle of his forehead, keeping him at bay.

"I said talk, not for you to molest me," Roxas growled, trying to shove the other off. All he managed was to get a brow cocked at him, leather-clad gloves grasping the wrist of the hand holding him back. Rolling his eyes as the green-eyed male turned the hand over Roxas continued. "I need you to stay in the box."

Axel, in the process of bringing said wrist to his lips, paused. His thin brows drew together sharply as he looked hard at the smaller male. "What?"

"I have a friend over," Roxas added, suddenly fascinated by the contents of his desk. "He's my best friend. I just don't know how he'd react to seeing you here, though." As the silence stretched Roxas went against his instinct and looked up, the force of the building anger in Axel's eyes knocking the wind from him. "Axel?-"

A low growl pulled its self from the magician's throat and he released his prey, turning his back on him. "I dunno," he grumbled, starting to glow. "You're really starting to piss me off."

"Ax-" Momentarily blinded by a bright flash of light Roxas found himself standing alone in his room, the ember box securely closed on the ground. I'm sorry.. Sighing he scooped the box up and placed it back on the desk, turning to leave his room and head for the top of the steps. "Hayner? You can come up now."

The blond leaning against the wall at the bottom of the steps looked up, pushing himself upright. "Finally! I thought you were going to just leave me down here." He took the steps two at a time and soon enough both boys were inside, Roxas setting up his GameBox for a few rounds of Bloody Calibur V.

After their tenth round of the game Roxas sighed, putting down the controller. "You wanna play something else?" Beating the crap out of characters was only so entertaining for a while before one grew bored.

"What? No way! You just wanna quit 'cause I'm beating you!" Roxas shook his head at the flailing boy, a smile tugging at his lips. I'm really going to miss this, he realized, the full force of Hayner's move hitting him suddenly. He'll go off and make new friends and probably won't even remember me.

A pale hand waved in front of his face brought the smaller blond back to the present, his friend scowling at him. "Hellooooo? Man, you're a total space-cadet today."

Smacking the hand lightly out of his face Roxas tried to glare. "Am not." The offense was weak and Hayner's snort proved that. Roxas dropped his shoulders, sighing. "It's just - I was thinking. When you move, you'll go and make new friends and probably forget about all the fun we used to have."

He expected the taller blond to laugh at him for being such a girl about things. Instead Hayner sobered, placing his own controller down and bringing his hands to rest on his lap. "Actually - I kind of wanted to talk to you about that." Roxas blinked at that, surprised. His friend's whole demeanor had changed. The boy fidgeted, fingers toying with the hem of his pants leg. "Roxas, what do you think of me?"

"What?" Blinking at that the teen rolled his eyes. "You know already - you're an awesome friend and fun to hang out with. If I had to pick someone to get stuck on a deserted island with I'd-"

"No!"

Roxas jerked in surprise at the outburst, unprepared for that or his friend suddenly launching himself forward. Game forgotten Roxas' back hit the ground hard, a low 'oof!' pulled from him as Hayner's weight quickly followed. The other blond's fingers gripped Roxas' shoulders, hard enough that they begun to ache. "Hayner? W-what are you doing?"

"Ilikeyou!" The confession was nearly shouted in Roxas' face, words rushed out in Hayner's haste. "I've liked you for a while, now, I just never planned to come out with it."

Then why now?! Roxas wanted to shout but his voice was lost, eyes wide as he stared at his friend. The other blond continued quickly. "I really wasn't going to but with the move coming up - and then Olette mentioned once about how you seemed to like Seifer more than you let on-" I'm going to STRANGLE her! "-I thought, why the hell not? Worse come to worse, you'll hate me forever and not want to be friends anymore." The boy laughed shortly though with no humor, eyes worried. "Well?"

It took a moment for Roxas to find his voice again, slowly licking his lips. It wasn't until that moment that he realized that their bodies were pressed together from the stomach-down, one of Hayner's thighs between his legs and his front pressed against Roxas' own hip. "I - I don't want to stop being friends," the smaller blond managed to squeak out, mind scrambling for a way out of his current situation without hurting his friend.

Then Hayner kissed him.

Ohshitohshitohsh- Head spinning Roxas pressed his lips tightly together, trying to discourage the other boy. Hayner was not one to give up easily - the hands at Roxas' shoulders moved to his wrists, grabbing them to drag up above his head before being pinned under strong fingers. Just as Roxas started to turn his face away Hayner's free hand came down, finding and pinching one of his nipples harshly through the cotton of his shirt and pulling a gasp from the restrained boy. Taking the chance Hayner dove it, tongue thrusting its way into his friend's mouth.

Shit! Knowing that he couldn't bite the boy's tongue without serious injury Roxas began to struggle, panic setting in. His squirming caused his hip to grind into the front of Hayner's pants and the blond groaned against Roxas' lips, thrusting back before beginning to shift his own thigh secured between the smaller blond's legs.

Not good - he's stronger than me. It seemed like anything Roxas would do would only encourage Hayner further. He didn't want to say anything that would ruin their friendship but he didn't want to be molested on his bedroom floor, either! Someone help! Roxas' mind pleaded, eyes shut tightly to block out Hayner's eager desperation. Axel!

"Yo."

Both boys froze. For a moment Roxas thought that maybe someone had broken in to his house and decided they wanted to have a show before robbing him blind. It was as the thought was crossing his mind that recognition set in and he jerked his head to look around Hayner's, Axel's lanky form looming over them. There was a dark set in the red-head's eyes that sent a chill through him and Hayner quickly scrambled off, his butt landing on a controller.

"Oh, uh-" The impulsive blond forced a laugh, making his way onto his feet just as Roxas moved to sit up. "I guess you already have a boyfriend."

Before Roxas could speak (though he found he had lost his voice yet again - what was with him today?) Axel crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at the other. "Damn straight. Get your shit and get to packin', kid."

Taken aback Hayner recovered quickly enough and begun to grab his bag and jacket. "I, uh, sorry about that, Roxas." The blond wouldn't look at him but Roxas could see the distraught look on his face, wanting to just say something but unable to get even a squeak out. "S-see you at school." And then Hayner was gone, his footsteps heard pounding down the stairs followed by the opening and slamming shut of his front door.

It wasn't until Axel crouched down next to him that Roxas found his voice again, head snapping around to glare at the red-head. "What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay hidden!"

It was Axel's turn to look stunned before he frowned, the move making the angles in his face even sharper. "You called me."

"I-" Remembering his panicking mind Roxas scowled and turned away, hands curling into fists on his lap.

"Yes, you did," Axel continued, grabbing the boy's chin to turn him back. "And what, you expected me to keep quiet the whole time? I knew what he wanted the moment he walked into the house."

"How is it any different from what you want?" Roxas shot back, flustered and annoyed. He may have just lost his best friend and for what? A misunderstanding? It wasn't as if he thought Hayner would go all the way, though…

Thinking back to the hungry look in the blond's eyes and the eager grinding Roxas shook his head. "Well - thanks," he muttered, eyes drifting to look at Axel's leather-clad shoulder rather than the burning green eyes. "I'm sorry, I just - I'm not used to all this attention," he said quietly, feeling the fingers gripping his chin relax and pull away.

"No problem."

The pair of them sat for several awkward moments, Roxas sitting amongst the discarded controllers with his hair and clothes askew and Axel crouched beside him, arms resting on his bent knees. Eventually the blond took a breath, a hand moving to scratch at a spot behind his ear. "Axel?"

"Yeah?"

"Can-" Roxas hesitated, swallowing. He had a feeling that if things were left as the were then his friendship with Hayner would never recover. "Can you erase today from Hayner's mind?"

When no response came Roxas looked up, wishing he hadn't the moment he caught eye-contact with the other. Axel had a look between disbelief and fury on his features and stood abruptly, turning away. "Axel!"

"Why the hell-" the red-head growled, turning to glare at the blond. "-should I do that? The kid's leaving anyway and he won't be pulling any stunts again. Just forget him."

"I can't! He's my best friend!" Scrambling up onto his feet Roxas took a hold of the other's hand, pulling. "Please, Axel? We've known each other for years! I don't want something like this to tear us apart."

Axel held the boy's pleading look with his own glare for a moment more before scowling and turning away. "Just leave me alone."

"Ax-" Roxas had just enough warning to look away when the flash of light came, leaving and empty spot in place of where the red-head once stood. Groaning in frustration the teen stomped over to his bed, flopping face-down onto his mattress. What do I do now?

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The following day, Roxas dragged his feet as he headed for school. Normally he would go early to meet with Hayner, Pence and Olette but the blond was nervous. What if he got there and Hayner decided not to show up? Or worse, the three of them shunned him? Seeing how Axel had kicked the other out he wouldn't blame his brunet friends if they did so - they told each other everything and Roxas hadn't said anything to anyone about Axel.

Arriving just as the bell rung the teen ran to his first class. It was history, followed by science with Pence and Olette, math with Olette and gym with the whole group. Due to his late coming in he had to sit near the front rather than favorite window seat and was forced to pay full attention to what his teacher was lecturing. By the time science came by he was grouchy and worn, his usual light dozing having been skipped.

"Roxas!" Looking up as Olette waved him over the blond moved to the seat beside her, flopping down heavily before pressing his head against the table. The science room was set up with long tables rather than desks, three to four students sitting at each.

"You look like crap, dude." Grunting at Pence's words Roxas could feel a part of him start to relax. They didn't seem to be upset with him over anything - maybe Hayner hadn't told them? "What happened?"

Lifting his head Roxas looked from each of his brunet friends, managing a weak smile. "Uh - was up late last night. Have either of you seen Hayner this morning?"

Olette shook her head. "We were late getting in today." Pence supplied. "Someone-" he sent a pointed look to Olette, who stuck her tongue out at him. "-just could not leave the house until her hair was perfect."

"I had horrible bed-head!" she declared. "I couldn't even get it right after a shower!"

Turning the pair out as they bickered Roxas closed his eyes. That didn't ease his mind at all - he didn't even know if the blonde boy had come to school. What if he decided to skip out until he leaves for his new school?

It wasn't until gym rolled around that Roxas got sight of his blond friend. The smaller of the pair was changing, gray gym uniform over his head when a pair of fingers attacked his sides, causing Roxas to squeak and dance around. "What the hell?!" His arms were tangled in the top from his jerking around and he couldn't see the assailant but familiar laughter reached his ears, the hands eventually pulling away to help him tug the shirt down. "Hayner?"

"Oh man, I wish I could have seen your face!" The lanky blond snorted as he tried to stop laughing but failed, doubling over instead. "Y-you're gonna have to teach me those dance-moves, buddy."

He's - acting like normal. Roxas felt himself relax a bit though he shifted nervously, wrapping one arm around himself to grasp the other at the elbow. "So I take it you forgave me for last night?"

The amused blond's laughter died down and he made a face at the other. "What? I didn't see you last night."

"Huh?" Blinking in confusion Roxas started to speak up but his mouth snapped closed, eyes going wide. He did it - Axel wiped it from his memory! "I, uh…"

The brown-eyed blond smirked and slung an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders, other fist coming around to give a light noogie. "It looks like little Roxy is loosing it. Are you missing me that bad already? I haven't even finished packing yet."

Snapping out of his funk Roxas huffed, giving the slightly taller blond a push. "Me, miss you? No way!" The bell rang shortly after that alerting the boys that gym was starting and the teens piled out, Roxas in a much better mood than he had been all morning.

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When Roxas got home after school he was greeted to the rare sight of his mom home, older woman's dirty-blond hair pulled up into a messy bun as she rummaged through the fridge. She was still in her work scrubs, suggesting that she'd just come in and was starving enough to haven't changed yet. "Hey mom."

Looking up from around the door tired gray eyes met Roxas' own clear blue. "Afternoon, sweetheart. How was school?" She closed the door after a moment and Roxas noticed the cheese and mayo already out, a package of deli meet in her hand. "Want me to fix you one?"

Dropping his bag at the kitchen's doorway Roxas nodded as he made his way to the counter, hopping up on one of the three bar stools there. "Sure. It was alright." He shrugged. "Just school."

"What, nothing exciting?" She moved to wash her hands (with a surgeon's efficiency, Roxas noted with a snort) before toweling them dry and moving back to the sandwiches in the making, pulling out bread and taking up the knife. "Jeez, you could at least make something up - we don't get to talk like this too often."

So it was with great amusement that Roxas 'made up his day' for his mom, grinning as she snorted a laugh at Hayner 'crapping out a dinosaur egg.' They chatted together while they ate and Roxas was glad for the rare moments he and his mother shared together, the woman ushering him off to his room afterwords and insisting that he finish his homework. It was of no surprise when he opened the door to his room and found Axel out, sprawled out across his bed as if he owned the place.

"Yo, Roxy."

Rather than scowl and throw something as he was known to do Roxas closed his door, moving to set his bag down by his desk. The red-head perked up, watching the smaller male curiously. "Thanks."

A delicate brow arched at that, Axel's spikes swaying as he tilted his head. "What's this? No scowl? No huff? No adorable little Roxy pout - and you're thanking me?"

Roxas did scowl at that though it was a light one, moving over to his bedside to sit on the edge of it, back to the other. "You erased Hayner's memory after I was a jerk to you," he murmured, looking down at his shoe-clad feet to scuff against the carpet. "I just wanted to thank you - that was really cool."

Huffing at the comment Axel rolled onto his side, curling around Roxas' form. "Yeah, well - you should know that nothing's ever free, Roxy."

Before Roxas could ask what that meant he found himself being grabbed around the waist, the world going topsy-turvy for a moment as he was pulled backwards, chair tilting dangerously as Axel grinned from above him. Roxas heart kicked into overdrive as the red-head leaned close, his arms caught somewhere between wanting to push the other back and attempting to balance. "Axel, don't, my mom-"

"You," Axel murmured, leaning down to drop a kiss to the blonds' nose. "And I are going on a date."

Feeling the back of his chair being supported by the lanky male's form Roxas lowered his arms, brows creasing in confusion. "A date?" The grin he got in return was near blinding as such proximity, Axel nodding firmly.

"That's right, a date. I won't even make you buy me candy and flowers." Another kiss was pressed against Roxas' forehead before the blond was set upright, leather-clad fingers hands still firmly set against his stomach, a warm cheek pressing against his own. "We got a deal?"

Roxas knew that if he kicked and fought and cause enough fuss that he could get out of this - this date that Axel seemed determined to have. But…

"…Yeah," the blond sighed, raising a hand to press lightly over the ones around his form. "It's - a date."

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End Notes: Oh-ho! Roxas seems to be warming up! :D I'm still debating on writing out The Date or not. What do you guys think? If you're adding this story, also, please review! It's always sad to see more adds than comments on a story D: