Good Question: Revised Feb. 13th 2010.

Notes: As for the (1) bracket you saw in the last chapter, it's an explanation to his last name. Lol. Uhm, both R and A's last names are an inside joke between my sister and I and I'm keeping them there in honor of her. :b

Chapter 3: Get some

Roxas and Axel had grown closer since the fast food incident. Life had continued at the same fast pace that it had begun with for them. They didn't have any classes together except for one, a mixed P.E. group. Roxas was exceptionally happy to have Axel as a developing friend, he wasn't quite sure where he would peg them to be. The only problem was that sometimes his body decided just how delicious sex with him would be, and he had to spend a few minutes on his own usually after they'd hung out. He didn't want to freak Axel out and was very good at keeping it on the down low. The only sacrifice in this was his sex drive. Almost lucky for him winter had begun to set in, a sudden cold front hitting them, meaning Axel would be bundling up, skinny boys couldn't exactly walk around in shorts. The down side was that he looked so good in anything he wore. Like every clothing piece he wore was just very fancy wrapping paper for Roxas to impatiently tare off.

November was halfway done with and it had finally gotten colder. The weather forecast had promised snow for Independence Week. This sudden change in weather had given Axel's parents even more work to do in planning and changing plans,and Axel had found himself with less and less time to spend with his friends. Because of his parents lack of attendance he was left with taking care of his sisters in the mornings, meaning he couldn't eat breakfast at the lunch hall like he usually did.

Roxas, however, still came to school as early as he was forced. Tina had taken a liking to the energetic Demyx and the polite Zexion., much to Roxas' sleeping schedules misery. They were regular mornings guests that she was more than happy to invite over, leaving the waking up of Roxas the two and offering muffins and waffles in return from the freezer, or black coffee for Zexion. It had become a game for Demyx to see in which ways he could get Roxas to wake up and he kept a mental chart of his successes and failures and the repercussions that followed. Scary sudden noise equaled fist in the face while gentle tickling only earned a nipple pinch, and lucky for him Roxas was very clumsy when he first woke up and usually ended up missing.

Demyx tugged Roxas behind him as he walked with him towards the auditorium where they would meet Zexion, he had been the sole visitor to the household that morning because Zexion had school duties to attend to. Which wasn't too bad, it just meant that he had horded more waffles to himself. Zexion was on a few committees and was very concerned about building up a nice rep sheet to show colleges once he started applying. They had gotten about halfway there when a voice caused Roxas to stumble into an abrupt halt.

"Roo-xeee, baby!!"

Roxas turned and stared in horror as his molester, whom he had not seen in good long while since the terribly traumatizing fast food incident. He had almost managed to wipe it out of his memory completely, almost. The memory sat behind his brain with an acupuncture needle until he fell asleep and could subtly poke fear into his dreams.

"What is he doing here!! There has to be something illegal about this!" Roxas exclaimed, trying to find something to batter Marluxia with but all the objects nearby he wouldn't be able to lift. He almost abandoned his dignity and thought about crawling into one of the recycling bins.

Demyx wrapped a loose hand around Roxas and pulled him a bit closer. It wasn't that he would be able to do anything Or that he looked more intimidating. No, in fact, the two of them both looked very small and delectable, like little chocolates behind a window. The window being virtue and Marluxia holding a gigantic hammer. A really big hammer.

"You break my heart Roxy baby. You're not exhilarated to see me?" Marluxia asked, dramatically swishing his pink hair over his shoulders, he insisted it was natural but that didn't explain the dye boxes that Larxene kept finding hidden behind old shampoo bottles. He leaned in closer to Roxas and brushed a finger under his chin. "And here I thought we could catch up with each other. It's been far too long." He wiggled his eyebrows at this.

Demyx tried to turn a little to shield Roxas, but not too much. He himself knew of the balls tightening shivers that Marluxia's attention could bring. The night after the incident Roxas had called him and Zexion in a three-way call and explained his situation. Zexion had thought it of comical value but Demyx understood. Oh he understood.

"Quit trying to impregnate him. He doesn't have an orifice to push the baby out of."

"He could always just vomit it ou-" Marluxia lurched forward as Axel kicked him in the back of the knees, his arms flailing to catch his balance, his hands coming to rest on Roxas's belt of all places, tugging at it as he continue to fall.

"I don't want your babies!" Roxas screamed as his foot lashed out, kicking Marluxia in the chest.

He stumbled backwards not having had control of his movements at any point of the little fiasco, and Roxas had an unually strong kick. 'He should try soccer,' Marluxia thought briefly before he collided backwards into someone, sending them and himself tumbling to the floor. It was only his misfortune that the person he had stumbled into was Zexion, who, hearing the commotion had followed it to figure out what it was.

"Uh sorry," Marluxia mumbled as he stood up, wondering if he should offer a hand up to the younger.

"Zexy?" Demyx asked worried, noting the completely silent demeanor that ran over the boy's body.

Demyx released Roxas, gathering the situation and trying to think of a quick way to fix it and make it all go away. He bent down in front of him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek to try and rouse him. It did nothing but cause a small tremor in his hand that was holding a can of mints, well, a can that used to contain mints. They were all strewn about the ground, dirty and inedible. Diamonds to the poor.

"Zexy, Zexion?" Demyx repeated, nuzzling him.

Zexion gathered himself, blushing internally. He knew he had some issues but that they were flaring up like this…, then again, it had been a traumatizing experience. He'd have to go see his therapist again. He looked at Demyx and gave him a forlorn stare, "Minty freshness." His lip quivered slightly where only Demyx could see it. Zexion let his hands drop to his side and his head drooped, his hair hiding his eyes.

"I'm sorry?" Marluxia offered again, unsure as the exchange went on between the two.

Marluxia really didn't know Zexion so he wasn't sure how to try and offer the peace pipe. He could think of several ways to do it, but none seemed very appropriate for the situation, although his ideas would've been very very hot.

Zexion lifted his gaze and gave Marluxia a carefully constructed smile, "It's okay."

There was a small breath of relief. It wasn't that anything dramatic had occurred, a fight hadn't broken out, and there were relatively few people there. But some anxiousness had faded away. Axel and Roxas began wandering off, Demyx slowly trailing behind them with a weary eye focused on Zexion.

"Marluxia," Zexion whispered softly, his polished black shoes crunching a mint under his foot as he stood up. Marluxia leaned in a bit closer to hear.

"Hmm?"

"Sleep with a shot gun and don't shower alone."

Marluxia stared at the boy and then turned to run after Axel.

"Anyway… Marluxia, what are you doing here?" Axel asked as the man caught up with them.

It took a little bit for Marluxia to realize that he had been spoken to at all. He was thoroughly convinced that Zexion was mentally unstable and wondered why no one else had noticed. Don't people like that need an adult to walk them around the halls and all that? In his effort to run away from the youth he had almost stumbled into Roxas again, who flinched and almost took off in a sprint, this roused Marluxia out of his stupor.

"Huh? Sorry, wasn't listening."

Axel raised his eyebrow and tugged on Roxas' elbow to keep the younger boy from running away.

"I asked what you were doing here."

"Oh! Yes! I was going to come tell you first but I was distracted by something sweet," he said with a wink towards Roxas. "I'm a teacher here now."

"What?!"

Roxas had stopped with wide eyes, clutching onto the sleeves of both Demyx's and Axel's uniforms.

"I knew you'd be thrilled!" Marluxia exclaimed, quickly giving a shocked Roxas a peck on the cheek before heading down the hall. "Well, as lovely as it's been. I have to go check in now, tata!"

Roxas shuddered as his body screamed at him to rub the spot where Marluxia's lips had touched him into torn flesh, and even that wouldn't seem enough. "Sexual harassment by a teacher!"

Axel shook his head and sighed, patting Roxas on the back. "Please, give him a chance okay? He's just doing that to mess with you."

Roxas shook his head but let his battle spirit die down a little bit. After all Axel knew Marluxia more than he did. Although, he did seriously question the validity of the man teaching at all, especially with the behavior he was exhibiting.

Roxas sat with his legs drawn up to his chest, trying to generate more heat to flow in his body. Somehow he figured that with how tight he was holding himself he was just cutting off circulation and making it worse. In a dark fairness, Axel wasn't fairing much better than him.

"This is inhumane," Axel whined as he pulled his arms further into the sleeves of his gym uniform, which provided very little heat. The school had a stupid system of switching out their gym clothes seasonally, so that they didn't have both of them at the same time. Because of the surprise of the cold storm (usually the summer uniforms could've been worn for almost a month longer) the shipment had been delayed and confused, but they were told the packages were on their way.

Roxas nodded in cold agreement and glanced at Axel. He was wearing a white sweater, an approved substitute at the moment for their lack of uniforms. However, not everyone owned one and the clothing in the stores hadn't swapped out for winter clothing yet. Thanks to Tina Roxas an Axel were both graced with some sweaters, as thin and feminine as they were. They were unhappy because until today they had done nothing for gym except bookwork because their usual teacher had just had her baby a week ago and they hadn't been able to find a replacement teacher for their class. Not that Axel minded the work out, he knew the benefits and didn't mind the work, he just thought that dying to achieve good health seemed a little backwards.

"This is more than inhumane, it's illegal," Roxas muttered as he eyed their new 'teacher' with suspicion.

"Come on, Marluxia's not going to rape you on school grounds," Axel laughed, legitimately enjoying the situation. He hoped one day Marluxia and Roxas would see eye to eye. Roxas stared at Axel before trying to tug his shorts lower to hide his legs. He didn't feel comfortable with Marluxia as their teacher, especially when the uniform forced them to wear shorts until their sweats came in.

Roxas groaned into his knees as the whistle blew, signaling the end of stretches.

"Cheer up Roxy, only 34 minutes of class left," Axel said as he extended his hand to Roxas.

Roxas gave a small smile, praying that his pleasure at holding Axel's hand wasn't obvious, and stood. He supposed that from what he had seen Marluxia could actually be a little bit professional. He hadn't caught any glances as of yet from him, except for one teasing incident before class had begun.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it, stupid molester, always staring so lewdly," Roxas grumbled, tugged his shorts further down, as he began to jog around the outside track. He also gave Marluxia a little bit more credit for trying to get their class to be held in the gym, but apparently some more important school body had needed it.

Axel grinned and whispered into Roxas' ear as he passed him, "That's what you get for having a cute butt."

Roxas stumbled, his face reddening, as he watched Axel laugh and run ahead of him.

"Roxas! We're running not walking!" Marluxia yelled blowing on his whistle to signifiy the start of the 2-1-3-2 running schedule.

Roxas's breath came in puffs as they did the two minute sprint around ½ , if you didn't make it you had to jog for half a track more. It was an odd reward system set up by their sports committee for those with good health. Naturally he had fallen behind Axel, which he didn't mind too much, it meant that he could watch the other teen in some relative peace. Most people were too busy talking amongst each other, those that had the breath for it. The whistle blew for the minute walk break and Roxas found himself next to Axel again, who had already lapped him once.

"I thought you short people were fast," he said with a good natured laugh, his cheeks red from the blood coursing through him.

"You're just unnaturally fast," Roxas replied, entering into a leisurely pace, somewhere subconsciously thinking that maybe if he walked slower they could walk for longer. Which meant he could talk to Axel longer and that he didn't have to run for a longer time.

"You really should invest in an MP3 or something, I promise you it makes this entire ordeal so much better," Axel said as he slipped one of the sides of his headphones to the side so he could hear Roxas better.

They were pretty big DJ headphones, the ones with the extra base and noise cancellation. But Roxas didn't really care about that, his main focus was how right they looked on that head of red hair.

"Here, I'll let you borrow them for the class," Axel said as he slipped them off completely, having noticed Roxas's stare and mistaking it for fascination for the prospect he had offered.

Roxas stood dumbfounded as Axel dropped the pile into his hands just as the whistle blew for the next set of running.

He really needed to get laid.

Ending Notes:

Marluxia's Job- Those of you who think he's too young for a teaching job. I have two friends, one 23 who coaches middle school baseball, and another friend about 23-24 who is teaching a college math class at the college I go to. So it is possible, and it's my way of showing a little that Marluxia, despite his pervynes, is actually very intelligent.

Sorry for the chapter length, but I couldn't find a better way to break it down. But, good news, another one will probably be published later today. Or not. I'm trying to make the story flow better than it did the first time around. ._. Intro chapters just bore me to death so I have very little fun writing them.