The Results of Boredom

SO! Yeah. Anyways, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who faved this story and added it to their story alert. I would appreciate it if you guys also left a little review. I feel completely inadequate when it comes to writing fics, so little reviews telling me what I'm doing right or wrong will be great. Please no, "OMG! Your story is soooo kawaii!" or "This sux ass." CONSTRUCTIVE criticisms is what I'm asking for. Please be mature and professional about your reviews. For example: Username123- "I liked the humor you added to the story, but I think you need to flesh out the scenes BETWEEN speech. It might make the story more interesting. By the way, if you don't continue this story, I'm so sending an army of garden gnomes after you and they will steal all of your cookies. Can't wait for the update!" or "I read your story, and I have to admit that I didn't like it so much. These are the faults I found in your writing/style/story…" Blah di blah, blah blah. You get it yes?

So, I have to apologize to everybody. I haven't been updating as frequently as I'd hoped, and I've been taking FOREVER to write the updates in the first place. I could make excuses, like mentioning that I've been grounded, but we all know that nothing can stop a teenager from accessing a computer if they truly want to. Anyway, after a long wait, I present to you The Results of Boredom Part Two: Retaliation.

Roxas grumbled as he stalked down the blank expanses of halls throughout the castle. Axel was being so damn aggravating! Everywhere he'd gone, Axel had been there first, brushing past the blonde or 'accidentally' touching his hip with a stray finger, quickly followed by a 'Oops! Sorry Roxy!' and a chuckle. Twice Roxas had given in to his impulses and punched the pyro, but to no avail. He had merely received a quick grin and another chuckle for his efforts. No. He needed a comeback, something to unsettle Axel and put them back on even footing. He needed to retaliate, but what could he do?!


Axel leaned against one of the tall chairs, eyes wandering the stark white walls, glazed with disinterest and boredom. He fingered a note he had found and, judging from the handwriting, it was from Roxas.

Meet me after dinner. You know where.

This was completely abnormal for Roxas. Asking to meet him? Alone? In a secluded place? That was something the pyro would do to pick up a girl, but it was completely unexpected from the blonde.

Axel smiled when his thoughts turned to the smaller boy. He brought out so many unexpected reactions from the redhead. Like the night in the kitchen. Now that had been unplanned. He'd had a hard time purposefully slipping and dropping all the snacks without making it look like he'd staged it. He'd only been trying to get close enough to reach up and dump a bucket of water that he'd planted above the counter, but Roxas… he'd looked so… breathtaking. Axel shook his head and tilted it back with a sigh. Why couldn't he look the blonde's way without noticing how he looked? Why couldn't he see something without being reminded of something they'd done together? How could Roxas catch his attention at the most inopportune times? Why did the boy affect him like this? If he didn't know better, Axel would say he was falling for the blonde. Hard. But he couldn't drool after another guy like a love sick girl!

Axel huffed impatiently. What was taking Roxas so damn long? He'd waited for almost an hour now and there were no signs of him showing up. The pyro shoved off of the tall ivory seat, resolving to confront the boy about standing him up as he strode from the hall. He grumbled to himself as he walked towards Roxas's room, only to halt mid-stride at what awaited him outside of his door.

Demyx had his hands on either side of the smaller blonde, knee pressed between Roxas's thighs. Axel's eyes widened as he saw the kiss the two were sharing, at the unresisting, compliant Roxas between Demyx and the wall. It was obvious that neither had noticed Axel at the end of the hallway, even as they separated for air, panting lightly, connected by a delicate string of saliva. Demyx leaned forward, simultaneously catching Roxas's ear with his teeth and pressing firmly upwards with his knee. Roxas groaned at the pressure and the friction, moaning the sitarist's name breathlessly as he suckled at Roxas's ear.

"D-demyyyx! St-stop teasing me!" The smaller Nobody caught the taller's face in his hands, hunting for the other's lips hungrily with his own, whimpering in relief through the kiss as Demyx ghosted his hands under the hem of his shirt. Axel backed away quietly, silently opening a portal to his own room as soon as he rounded the corner. He fell back against his wall with a thud, and slid to the floor, placing his head in his hands.

"Shit," he groaned. It that hadn't been one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. "Tonight's going to be a long ass night."


"All clear Demyx." Roxas backed off, grinning widely. Demyx did the same, smiling back.

"You think he saw?"

"Oh, I know he did. You should have seen his face. It was-"

"Priceless? Well, I don't know how that was supposed to be revenge for the other day, but I hope that your plan works!" Demyx waved to Roxas as he walked away.

"It will! Say hi to Zexion for me and tell him I owe him for letting me borrow you!" Roxas called as he entered his room, sighing as he closed the door. Maybe now that he'd gotten Axel back for playing with his head by retaliating in kind, the pyro would leave him alone.


Roxas entered the kitchen the next morning to find most of the Organization gathered around the flaming red head.

"So, what possessed you to go drinking without me and Xigbar mate? Are we not good enough for you?" Luxord smirked and roughly slapped the pyro on the back. Axel flinched away from the gesture.

"If I had been drinking, I wouldn't have taken you two because I don't need to see you guys screwing under the table in the bar." Axel looked up at Roxas in the doorway and smiled faintly.

"Good god Axel, what happened to you? You look like shit!" Roxas exclaimed with wide eyes as he fully took in Axel's haggard appearance. Under his eyes were dark and bruised, and his disheveled hair was in chaotic disarray. The signature Organization cloak, normally pristine, was wrinkled and rumpled, as though its owner hadn't bothered to change out of it the night before.

"Couldn't sleep very well," Axel smirked half-heartedly. The others in the room murmured words of clarity and understanding, making subtle glances between the two and chuckling, some even mumbling innuendos Axel's way.

"Why?" Roxas asked, ignoring the groans and mumbles from their audience.

"How can that boy be so dense? It's obvious that Axel's been drooling over him like a starving wolf!" Zexion sighed to Demyx, tapping his fingers in an effort to keep silent. Demyx shushed the slate haired man with a cheery smile before turning to watch the exchange.

"I…I kept having, ah, strange dreams that would wake me up when I fell asleep."

"What could you possibly dream about that would leave you looking like this"

Luxord laughed. "Well, either it was a bad dream such as the common recurring nightmare of the Superior that plagues us all…" The room was suddenly filled with flinches and exclamations of disgust, Axel retching and groaning in horror himself. As soon as he recovered, the pyro finished Luxord's sentence.

"Or I could have been dreaming of you Roxy baby. Either theory could work, so take your pick. Unless you've got one of your own?"

Roxas rolled his eyes at Axel and started to gather his breakfast together. "If you can continue to antagonize me Axel, you obviously aren't that tired and the dreams you're having aren't bad enough to warrant my concern."

The Organization fell silent until Roxas left with his bowl of cereal. When the blonde exited the room, they pounced on the pyro fiercely.

"WOOHOO BABY! Axel and Roxas!" Luxord whistled and pumped his fist in the air.

"Not likely seeing as we're both straight," Axel said drily.

"Actually…" Demyx raised his hand tentatively.

"Go ahead and speak Demyx. You aren't in a classroom however much dating Zex could convince you otherwise," Xigbar said, chuckling at his own joke, from behind Luxord.

"Roxas asked me to make out with him where you would see us, Axel, and, um…" Demyx trailed off into incoherent mumbles. Zexion sighed and spoke up for him.

"Put it this way, when he came back, Demyx was horny and hot as hell. To say that he'd been aroused would be the largest form of an understatement. How would a supposedly straight boy such as Roxas manage to be that convincing when we all know that he can't lie to save his life?"

Axel snorted. "He was just trying to get back at me for what I did to him earlier. Besides, even if he were gay, that doesn't mean I am."

Vexen smirked. "On the contrary my pyromaniac friend. The fact that you are having so called 'wet dreams' indicates that in spite of not being attracted to your gender as a whole, you are attracted to Roxas and the possibility of sleeping with him. This is tantamount to you being 'gay' as you say it."

"Shut it Vexen. Nobody is attracted by your supreme lab geekness." Luxord rolled his eyes.

"Simply speaking intelligently is not-"

Marluxia smiled, brushing a gloved hand across Vexen's face. "You know, I think that it's sexy as hell when you speak intelligently so don't bother listening to them. If you want, I can prove how much I love it if we pick up where we left off last night. Your face as you screamed was more beautiful than any springtime bloom and pounding you into your desk was one of the most pleasurable-"

"OKAY! That's enough guys! Ugh! Now my mind is more scarred than Xiggy's face," Axel cut in, shuddering from the mental images and flinching away from Xigbar's mock punch. "The only thing possibly more disgusting is walking in on Xemnas and Saix during one of their 'meetings'."

Xaldin raised his head and smirked. "Been there, done that kid."

Lexaeus nodded and everyone except Axel murmured something to the same effect. Axel's eyes went round in horror and he gaped at the men standing around him.

"You honestly get used to the shock after the fifth time or so," Lexeaus said quietly.

"Yeah, and it keeps you from wanting to get laid for about a month or so after each time. Adults are using the wrong method to teach kids about abstinence. They should just show a video of those two and say something to the effect of, 'And this, children, is the wonderful experience of sex.' The kiddies will never want to even joke about it for the rest of their lives," Xaldin grumbled, leaning against the wall close to his stoic partner.

"Hey, Lexeaus? Which of you tops anyways?" Demyx asked curiously. Xaldin raised an eyebrow and turned to Lexeaus to listen to his response as well.

"We take turns," he answered simply. "I've topped him more though."

"Well, we'll have to fix that won't we? Because the count shouldn't be in your favor," Xaldin smirked, wrapping his arms around Lexeaus's waist and pulling him closer.

"Alright guys, geez! Can we stop talking about your love lives?"

"Why Axel? Would you rather us discuss yours? Or lack thereof?" Luxord snorted derisively.

"Luxord? What about you and Xigbar?" Demyx turned to the sarcastic blonde, undeterred by Axel's obvious distaste for the topic.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Anyways, back to you Axel. You mentioned that Roxas was trying to get you back. Now why would our sweet, adorable, and completely innocent little pet want revenge against you? You must have really ticked him off for him to actually pull a stunt like that," Luxord asked, leaning into the palm of his hand.

"I pulled a prank on him."

"You pull a prank on everybody," Marluxia said, dismissing Axel's previous comment with a wave of his hand. "What exactly did you do?"

"I made him think I was going to kiss him."

"Axel! That is completely and utterly insensitive!" Vexen exclaimed.

"How?! It's not like he likes me or anything!"

Lexeaus cleared his throat.

"Actually, he does Axel," Xaldin said. "That's part of how he figured out he was gay."

"And how would you know, o' knower of all knowledge?" Axel shot at him sarcastically.

"Because, you fucking moron, he came to all of us, freaking out because he didn't understand why he felt the way he did. We spent an entire night trying to convince him that it was alright to have a crush on another guy," Xigbar shot back to the red head. "And just like an idiot, you went and did something stupid! You might have ruined all the progress he made and killed any confidence the boy might have had with your little prank."

Axel opened his mouth to retort defensively, but a voice interrupted him.

"Shut up guys."

Everyone turned to see Roxas walking through the door with his dirty dishes.

"R-roxas?" Demyx squeaked.

"Unless my name's been changed without anybody telling me. Who else would I be?" Roxas snorted, making his way to the sink and setting his bowl in it.

"How long have you been there?" Zexion asked.

"You mean how long was I able to hear you and your conversation? I don't know, how long does it take me to walk from my room to here so I can tell you all to shut up so I can jack off in peace?"

The room fell into a stunned silence before erupting into cheers, catcalls, and clapping.

"That's our little boy!" Xigbar exulted, punching Luxord roughly in the arm. Zexion smirked and clapped quietly while Demyx started playing a jubilant tune on his sitar. Marluxia clapped and Vexen called his encouragement to the now embarrassed blonde.

"Guys, I was kidding. It's this new thing called sarcasm. You should try it sometime," Roxas groaned.

"Who cares?! You've progressed from the 'IwillnevertalkaboutsexevereverEVER' stage to the 'I'madirtylittleteenageboyandImustshareitwiththeworld' stage! Get out the rum so we can celebrate! Roxas has finally hit puberty!" Luxord crowed.

"It's not even noon! This is why people call you an alcoholic!" Roxas exclaimed, dodging a heavy backslap from Xaldin only to run straight into Lexeaus.

"It's five o'clock somewhere Roxy! And we all know that I'm not an alcoholic! Alcoholics go to meetings, and meetings are for quitters! And we all know for a fact that I'm no quitter for three things above all! Gambling, alcohol, and sex! Anyway, I'm so proud of you! You finally got the dose of testosterone you've needed! You had us worried you were going to be a whiny little bitch like Larxene, Namine and Vexen for the longest time." Luxord wiped away imaginary tears delicately.

"I hate you guys," Roxas grumbled as Lexeaus crushed him in a huge hug.

"Nah, you love us or you wouldn't still be here," Xigbar said, smiling broadly.

"And now I'm gone." Roxas wormed his way out of the tight embrace and slipped out the door quickly. As soon as he was gone and the chuckles died down, Demyx piped up.

"Hey guys, where'd Axel go?"