Title: Secret Weapon
Theme: o38. Ice Cream
Word Count: 555 (triple 5! XD)
Rating: T for Axel's very perverted thoughts. XD
Spoilers: Dude. Roxas' prologue. xD
Disclaimer: ...trust me, if I owned KH, Axel and Roxas would be screwing like rabbits.

Note: Based on a chibi of Orgy13!Roxas I drew…and the idea I got after I finished it. XD (www (dot) deviantart (dot) com (fowardslash) deviation (forwardslash) 41030588)

And in the Japanese version, Axel (who is a very disrespectful person, by the way) uses formal language with Roxas (and in one instance in the novel, with Xemnas). XD

Roxas liked ice cream.

No, liked was an understatement.

Roxas loved ice cream.

Which is why when he ran to the freezer (that Never Was) to find the last of his beloved sea-salt ice cream gone, Roxas was appalled.

The Organization member who had taken it would pay dearly. Oh yes, very dearly.

Roxas ran around all through the Castle that Never Was, searching for the ice cream. And as if by a stroke of luck for the Organization's so-called "unlucky member" (he was XIII, after all), the first place he had walked into was where the ice cream was.

And the lucky person who would suffer for taking the last sea-salt-flavored popsicle was none other than The Flurry of Dancing Flames himself, Axel.

Roxas walked up to the lazy lard who was sprawled on the couch in the library reading, and tapped his shoulder with a gloved index finger.

"What do you want?" Axel growled rudely, then looked up from his book only to see Roxas staring at him. "Roxas! Uh…sorry about being rude!"

"Can it," Roxas merely replied. "You took the last sea-salt ice cream. You know that the last one's always supposed to be mine."

"…sorry, but I've already licked it."

"I don't care, dammit!"

And as if to slowly torture his best friend, Axel licked the light-blue popsicle in his hand, little by little.

Roxas twitched with every lick. Then he had a very brilliant idea: secret weapon time.

Oh yes, no one, and I mean no one (Nobody or not), could resist his secret weapon…

The puppydog face.

Roxas began to sniffle, and put on a pout, his hands balled into light fists in front of his chin. His eyes seemed very close to tears.

"Pretty please?" Roxas sniffled.

Axel flinched a little. Roxas always pulled this on him, and no way in hell was he going to fall for it one more time.

But Roxas looked so cute…

No! Bad Axel! Do not fall for it! Axel thought to himself.

Roxas' lower lip went closer to the bottom of his nose. Axel found it hard to resist giving into the teenaged Nobody's act.

And after thirty seconds, Axel caved in and shoved the ice cream at Roxas, who suddenly looked delighted. And the Key of Destiny had indeed taken it.

Axel stared as the blonde slowly devoured it. He could see everything the boy was doing to the poor ice pop. Every time he sucked on it, every lick he gave it, and how every so often a drop of bluish liquid would drip onto Roxas' black glove and he licked the bottom of the popsicle before transferring it to his left hand and licking it off his gloved finger.

The redhead couldn't help but think, Kingdom Hearts that boy would give one hell of a blowjob.

Pause.

Wait, what the hell am I thinking?

He could feel a drop of blood excreting itself from his left nostril, which he wiped away with his hand, and blood directing itself to a very important reproductive organ.

And at last the torture was finished, as Roxas licked away the last of the sea-salt ice cream.

Axel groaned with a faint blush, "Roxas, I told you to eat it, not sexually harass the damn thing."

Roxas merely gave him a devilish grin.