There were a number of ways you could describe how Roxas was feeling, mostly ranging from confused to angry with himself to angry at Axel to wondering whether or not he dreamed the whole thing, et cetera. Mostly, all of these feelings centered around the idle thought that hey, maybe Roxas hadn't really minded Axel sneaking into his room late at night and kissing him while he thought the boy was sleeping. But then again, maybe they were centered around the thought that Roxas was completely freaked out because his favorite teacher pretty much had a crush on him. That was where the confusion came in.

The great things about Saturdays were that you didn't have to get out of bed if you didn't want to. There was no school to get up early for, no job you had to go to. You could go the day without food if you wanted and make up for it the next day at breakfast after Church, and you could read and watch TV and do whatever it was that made you happy as you lay in bed. Or you could be like Roxas and lay there, pretending to be sick so that Axle wouldn't make you get up and you could think about how you were going to handle the entire situation.

"Roxas, what's the matter? I can't just assume you're sick without something to go on." The redhead pleaded, sitting on the side of the bed in the exact same spot he had the night before.

"Its my stomach." Roxas moaned into his pillows, clutching his gut and faking random sounds of pain. "Its killing me. I feel like I'm going to implode."

"Do you want some Pepto Bismol? A mint? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He softly placed his hand on the small of Roxas's back, and the blonde just shook his head.

"I think I'm just going to stay laid up for the day." He turned around, dislodging Axel's hand and staring at him with the most innocent, pathetic expression he could muster. "Take it easy, y'know? Hopefully it'll pass or something. Maybe its something I ate."

"Well…I guess so. But I have some stuff I have to get done today, so I'm not going to be home all day. If there's anything you need, if you can't get, just call me, okay? I mean, I want to make you as comfortable as possible…" He offered up a hesitant smile, which Roxas easily returned, then stood up and headed towards the door.

"Hey Axel." Roxas called just before his teacher closed the door. The redhead halted immediately and opened it more, revealing his face.

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"No problem, Roxy." The door was shut before Roxas could complain about the nickname that he seemed to have acquired.

--

Here was Roxas's biggest problem: He wasn't sure that he particularly had a problem with the way Axel was apparently feeling. Of course, any normal person would be completely put off by what his teacher had done and would most likely flee the house the first moment they got, but then again, no one ever was bold enough to accuse Roxas of being a normal person.

He tried to tell himself a thousand times while Axel was out and his stomach felt fine that he was disgusted, sickened, anything that would make him feel better. But every single time, the tips of his fingers somehow ended up grazing that spot that Axel had kissed him, and each and every thought that could possibly make what he was feeling a bad thing vanished.

He had been debating with himself whether or not he had a crush on Axel for the last three months or so. Every student in their class knew that he and Axel were definitely close, but what exactly did 'close' mean? Did it mean that their relationship was a good one, and that Axel was a great teacher? Or did it mean that their relationship was a great one, and Roxas would be able to have special access to Axel outside of school, and be with him in a way that would ensure the loss of his job, best case scenario?

The blonde flopped over on his back and stared at the ceiling for what had to be an hour, letting his thoughts roam before finally glancing at the clock. One o'clock p.m. Great. He had been in bed for the entire morning.

Slowly, reluctantly, he slid out of bed and made his way downstairs and a painfully lethargic pace. When he got down there, he was greeted by a note on the refrigerator:

Roxas,

I threw some pancakes in the fridge for you a little earlier, so if you want to heat those up for breakfast you can. Also, there are some eggs left in the carton (I assume you know how to make scrambled eggs) and enough bread for some toast, should you feel so inclined. If none of this should appeal to you, there is a number on the back of this note for a take-out service with great breakfast specials. I hope you feel better, and I should be home around six, save some great disaster.

Affectionately,

Axel

His handwriting was hardly neat, but legible. His signature was his trade over-sized 'a' and then the other three, unimportant letters. Roxas had to read it a few times to fully understand what the message on the note was trying to convey to him; Axel was gone for a while, there was food in the fridge, and he could get take-out.

So, Roxas thought, pulling the pancakes out and throwing them in the microwave for thirty-five seconds. What does one have for breakfast when pondering a relationship with one's teacher?

--

Slowly, he traced my inner-thigh, and I think we both heard my breath hitch. He cast a patient, all-know, we-can-stop-if-you-want-to look, but I shook my head and he kept going. God, his fingers were so soft. I've never felt anyone with fingers that soft. He was…abnormal.

His lips met my neck for what felt like the first and the millionth time all at once. His lips were as soft as his hands were, barely touching my skin as they ran from the base of my neck up to my ear.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He whispered. His breath ghosted over my skin, giving me goose bumps, but I nodded anyway.

"I'm sure. I want this."

I knew he didn't need to be told twice, but I could feel his hesitation as he moved his hands from my legs to around my waist and kissed my neck harder. God, that felt so good. There was nothing he could do that wouldn't feel good; he could turn anyone into a sexual masochist.

He moved his lips to mind, quickly forcing my mouth open with his own and letting his tongue slip inside. It wasn't the first time he had kissed me like this, but it was the first time I could feel so much passion in his movements. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and in response, he--

Roxas sat up straight in his bed, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. He was panting, and his heart was hammering so hard in his chest that he could feel it in his toes. The room was dark, so he assumed that a lot of time had passed since he had fallen asleep. When had that happened again? After breakfast?

He rubbed his eyes slowly, enjoying the sensation, before glancing over at the clock. It was about eight, which meant that Axel should be home.

Axel. His dream. Axel in his dream. Roxas blinked, shaking his head. He had found his answer before he had fallen asleep. That explained the dream. Didn't it? He couldn't think of any other reason for him to have a dream about…that. With Axel. The thought should have made him shiver, but instead he just sat up and swung his legs out onto the floor.

He heard the distant sound of pots and pans clattering coming from the kitchen; something he had grown used to. He stood at the top of the stairs for a few minutes, wondering whether or not he was ready to go downstairs and face Axel. Was the redhead cooking for two, hoping Roxas would join him? Or would he cook for just one, thinking that the blonde was too sick to eat?

After a few minutes of mental debate, Roxas headed back to his room and lazily climbed in bed, turning on the TV that decorated his wall. It was already set to USA (they had been having a Law and Order SVU marathon. How ironic), and the feature flick of the hour was One Hour Photo. Great, under-age relationships and creepy stalkers. Something to put Roxas in just the right mood.

It seemed like only seconds before Axel was softly creaking the door open, peering in on the dark room illuminated by the screen. He opened it more fully when he noticed that Roxas was awake, and walked into the room to once more sit on the edge of the bed.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Feeling any better?"

Roxas nodded in response, giving Axel a soft smile. "My stomach feels fine, but now I'm absolutely exhausted. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Insomnia." Boom. First bomb dropped. Axel's expression temporarily deadpanned, but if Roxas hadn't been looking for it it would have gone unnoticed.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He muttered, smiling softly. "Are you going to come down for dinner, or do you want me to leave you alone so you can get some sleep? Come check on you before I go to bed?"

Again, Roxas tried to offer the most innocently pathetic smile he could muster. "If you don't mind…"

They were both doing a ridiculous amount of smiling, but that didn't stop Axel from letting his expand into a grin. "Of course not. I hope you sleep well."

"I'm sure I will." Roxas whispered as his door was slowly shut, eliminating the light from the hallway in his room. Now, all there was left to do was wait.

--

To Roxas, it always seemed like Axel went to bed too early. Sure, Roxas usually went to bed at about eleven, but Axel was always asleep about a half an hour later. Tonight, however, it seemed like the redhead had chosen to stay up late. His bedtime couldn't come fast enough.

However, it had to come. Roxas watched the clock like a hawk, counting down hours, then minutes in sets of fifteen, sets of ten, sets of five, and so on. Was he obsessing? No. Of course not. He was nervous. And, like any other nervous person on Earth, he was making this a much bigger deal than he should be.

As soon as he heard the inevitable footsteps outside his door, he went into his temporary fake sleep state. He heard his door open a crack, heard Axel step inside, and heard the door close. He heard his teacher chuckle softly, then the sound of the TV being turned off and the light it had cast in the room disappearing. Axel walking over to his bed, sitting down. Leaning over, settling his lips just above Roxas's.

"Oh, Roxas." He breathed. "How, how, how am I going to be able to do this? How long am I going to have to hide from you, before you finally see through my disguise?"

The moment was perfect. The blonde couldn't resist. He let his eyes flutter open, then quickly wrapped his arms around Axel's neck before the redhead could pull away. He pulled his teacher down closer to him so that their lips were just barely touching, then:

"Too late, Professor." He whispered, and softly pushed his lips against Axel's.

It was better than it had been in his dream, because it was real. Sure, he could feel Axel's shock and hesitation in the movements (or lack thereof) of his lips, but could Axel feel Roxas's hesitation, too? Was Axel feeling the way Roxas's hands shook softly against his neck, or the way he had no idea what he was doing?

It was no surprise that Roxas didn't want to part from Axel for fear of whatever reaction he would receive. However, Axel barely left an inch between their lips before breaking into a smile and nuzzling Roxas's cheek.

"So you knew?" He whispered.

"I figured it out." Roxas whispered back, failing to mask the relief in his voice.

"Well. In that case, I have to go to bed." Almost immediately, Axel stood up, leaving Roxas gaping on the bed.

"What? That's it? You're just going to go to bed?"

Axel clicked his tongue. "Roxas, please. We both know that as soon as this high I'm riding from finding out exactly how we both feel wears off, I'm going to be torn between what I want and what I know is right, whether or not this was a dream…Its just going to be a whole big mess. Tomorrow, maybe the next day. If I were you, I'd just…pretend this whole thing didn't happen for a little while. Okay?"

"…What?"

"Don't worry. I'm not dumping you, because technically we were never together. And I'm not telling you that there isn't something. But then again, I'm not telling you that there is something. Do you think you can handle that for about two days, Roxy?" Axel's tone was patient, but Roxas could hear that it was already starting to wear through. Talk about the silver lining of every cloud.

"No. I can't."

"Well, then, you're just going to have to continue pretending to be sick. I'm sorry. Don't be surprised if you don't see me in the morning. Or tomorrow, for that matter. I'm most likely going to lock myself in my room."

There was a pause, then, "This sucks."

"You're preaching to a choir, kiddo."