"Axel, you really should slow down." Roxas muttered. He was clutching onto the redhead's arm for dear life (quite literally) watching as the speedometer neared 95 in the 75 zone of the highway. They had stolen a green Ferrari somewhere along the line, and Axel was having fun testing how fast they could go.

"Relax, kiddo! You're going to be fine. I'm a really good driver." Axel chuckled and leaned down, kissing Roxas on top of his mop of blonde hair.

"Will you please keep your eyes on the road?" Axel hissed, hugging Axel's arm a little tighter. "Plus, I'm not worried about us flipping out. I'm worried about you getting pulled over or something."

"Oh. Well, in that case…" Axel let his foot up off the gas pedal a little, but they were still going well above the speed limit. "Good thinking, kid."

"God, will you stop calling me that?" Roxas groaned and buried his face in Axel's shoulder. They had been driving for the last six hours, and somehow Axel was just as super-charged as he always was. Roxas, on the other had, was exhausted. He had hardly gotten any sleep the previous night (thanks to Axel) and was, for obvious reasons, very tired.

"Why? It fits you so well."

"Because after spending all of this time together, I should think that you'd have learned my name by now." He gave Axel a flat look, which was returned with that goofy, radiant smile that couldn't be denied.

"Roxy, I have learned your name. But calling you 'kid' just makes you seem that much more…" He paused for a moment, thinking, and Roxas recoiled with a look of horror on his face.

"Young? Oh my God Axel, not you too! I've been surrounded by pedophiles!" He groaned and buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. "This is terrible. Here I am, starting to think that you're a good guy, and all the while--"

"Roxas, will you relax?" Axel sighed and took Roxas by the shoulder, pushing his head forcefully down into his lap and stroking his hair gently afterwards. "I'm not a pedophile. What I was going to say was, it makes you seem so much more adorable."

The blonde stopped his struggling and blinked, relaxing again. "Oh. Okay."

At this Axel couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a weirdo."

Roxas sighed and nuzzled in against his lover's comfortable lap, only to be greeted by something rather…hard. "What's this?" He asked, mischief glinting in his eyes as he grinned up at Axel. "Good Lord, Axel. How excited do I make you?"

Axel snorted and glanced down, shaking his head. "Don't give yourself too much credit, kid. I think that might be residual from when you took a shower this morning."

"Oh. My. God." Roxas said, eyes wide. "You've had an erection since eight this morning?" He furtively glanced at the clock, noticing that it was just past noon.

"I guess so."

"My poor baby!" Roxas honestly looked like he was about to cry. His lower lip was trembling in that adorable way it did when he was upset, and he immediately took Axel's face between his hands, expression serious. "Do you want me to fix it for you? I promise, Roxy'll make it all better."

Axel blinked once, glanced at the rode, turned back to Roxas, blinked again. "Roxas, are you sure you want to do that now? I mean, we're driving and everything…"

"Shh." Roxas put a finger against Axel's lips like they did in movies, shaking his head. "Do you want me to take care of it or not?"

Mentally, Axel weighed his options. He could either have to deal with this painful problem in his pants, or let Roxas suck him off. The kid probably wasn't that experienced, but it was better than nothing…

"Go for it, babe."

Roxas smiled at that and laid down across the bench seat, daintily unbuttoning and unzipping Axel's jeans, using his tongue in ways that Axel never thought possible.

--

Zack saw the green Ferrari go zipping by at speeds that were in no way legal, immediately flashed his lights and turned on his siren, grabbing his walkie-talkie. "Central, I got a 22350 here on I-80. I have activated lights and sirens, suspect is not pulling over."

The walkie-talkie fuzzed for a moment before a woman's voice came over, scratchy but audible. "Requesting back-up?"

"Not quite yet, I don't think." He replied. "However, I'll let you know if I need anything. Over and out."

He pulled around a few more cars, riding the Ferrari's bumper as close as he could without putting both him and his suspect in danger. It took a few moments, but slowly the car began to pull to the side of the road, coming to a complete stop about two and a half miles from where the officer had originally noticed them.

He sighed and grabbed his little clip-board of procedural questions he should ask, not that he even needed it anymore. Ah, insurance companies. Gotta love 'em. "Sir," he asked. "Do you know why I pulled you over?"

Driver is tall, redheaded male. Green eyes. I'd say roughly 6'4", on the thinner side. "Um…I'd say…speeding?"

He laughed nervously, and when Zack looked into the full compartment of the car, he noticed a young blonde boy clearing his throat. "You've got that right. Do you have any idea how fast you were going?"

"I…can honestly say I have no clue."

"105 in a 70." Zack said, his expression deadpanning. "Could I see your license and registration, please?"

The redhead fished around in the glove compartment for a moment, the blonde reaching down to help him but getting his hand slapped away. "Its…right…here."

Said driver procured both his license and registration, both reading Steve Taylor. "Mr. Taylor, is that boy with you?"

The blonde glanced up and smiled, glancing at Axel before glancing back at Zack. "Yeah. Yeah, he's with me."

"Son," Zack bent down and looked in the car, bypassing the driver. "Are you with this man because you want to be?"

The blonde blinked a few times, confused, shook his head. "Lo siento. No hablo ingles."

Zack sighed and stood up, nodding. "Sir, can you tell me why you were driving at such an outrageous speed?"

The redhead chuckled nervously and cleared his throat, glanced at the blonde, and leaned out the window. "To tell you the truth…" He whispered. "I was um…on the receiving end of um…of something very, very nice."

He glanced over at the blonde then down at his pants, then back at Zack. "Officer…Fair?"

"Yeah, yeah. Um…" Zack cleared his throat. "Is he like…is he over 18?"

"Of course!" The redhead said. "I wouldn't dream of doing this with someone under the legal age to consent!"

Zack nodded. "Oh…that's um…that's good. Well…have a good day, I suppose."

The redhead smiled politely and nodded, rolled up his window, drove away. Slowly, Zack walked back to his patrol car, opened the door, climbed in numbly. "What happened to you?" His blonde partner barked.

Zack just shook his head, sighing. "Mexican immigrant."

"Ah."

--

"Good Lord, Roxas." Axel said, shaking his head. "Do you now see what happens when I give you what you want?"

"What I want?" Roxas asked, incredulous. "I was giving you what you wanted! I mean, I tried to do you a favor…" The blonde sighed, finding it impossible to get angry that he was being blamed for their almost getting caught. "Poor baby…"

Axel sighed, trying to keep a straight face, but found that it was impossible with Roxas being the way he was. "You're so adorable."

Roxas smiled and shifted slightly, nodding. "Well. Would you like me to finish, or do you want to play it safe and wait until we get to wherever you're taking us?"

"I want you to finish." Axel answered immediately. "If it was uncomfortable before, it's unbearable now. But first," He sighed, shook his head, glanced at Roxas. "'No hablo ingles'?"

The blonde snorted, shrugging. "I don't know. It was the first thing that popped into my head. You're much better at making excuses than I am."

Roxas leaned down to begin, but Axel stopped him once more with a hand on the shoulder. "Well, just so you know, I think it's sexy when you speak Spanish."

Roxas laughed. "Do you want me to speak Spanish while I'm sucking on you?"

"Oh, please do."

Roxas laughed again and leaned down, unbuttoned Axel's pants again, this time much less gracefully than he had before. The erection popped up immediately, and Axel groaned softly. "Can we get this over with like…quickly?"

"Of course, love." Roxas breathed. Seconds later, he was deep-throating Axel's cock, bobbing his head and humming softly. Axel let out a soft moan, trying his best to keep his gaze on the road as his eyelids threatened to flutter shut from pleasure.

"Good boy, Roxas." He breathed, smiling. "Very good."

"Muchas gracias, mi amor." The vibrations that Roxas's voice sent up Axel's manhood was delicious. If the little blonde kept on like that much longer, the redhead was afraid that his resolve would falter completely and he would end up making a complete fool of himself in front of someone he was supposed to be more experience than. Then again…Roxas was doing an incredible job, regardless of his age.

"Mm…Axel…" Roxas purred. "You like that, don't you?"

"Hn…Roxas…" Was all he was able to reply before a choked moan escaped his throat.

"Mm…I think you do." He chuckled and flicked his tongue across the very tip of Axel's dick, eliciting another gentle moan. He was hardly ever in control, but this one time, it was really nice.

They carried on like this for a few more moments until Roxas decided he was tired of sucking and decided to, less than gently, bite down on Axel's cock. The redhead let out a loud moan, thankful for the red light they had to stop at as he arched off of the seat and spilled his seed in Roxas's mouth.

The blonde sat up, chuckling as Axel panted, trying to catch his breath. "Axel, you taste like cinnamon candy."

Axel snorted and tucked himself lazily back into his pants, pressing the gas pedal gently and steering with is knees. "I hope you don't get too used to this. Exigent circumstances prevented me from dealing with this in a…different manner."

Roxas laughed again. "Don't worry, love. I quite enjoy each our established positions. Now stop complaining and take us to Florida."

"Someone's got a bit of an attitude." Axel said, grinning, finally regaining himself.

"Oh, shut up." Roxas stuck his tongue out and smiled before cuddling up against Axel's side, the redhead's arm sliding slowly around his shoulders to bring him into a very protective position. "You know you love me."

"Touché."

--

At a certain point, Roxas decided that it was completely useless to make a mental note of what each of their living quarters looked like. They were all generally the same, and when he asked Axel about it, the only answer he got was that it was a feng shui thing.

One thing he new was that their living space was constantly getting smaller. The living room was smaller, the bed was smaller, the kitchen or bathroom was smaller…not that the blonde cared. So long as he was with Axel, he was happy. Or at least…as happy as one in his position could be.

Florida was nice and warm, and both Roxas and his Axel (yes, his Axel) were excited about swapping their winter clothes out for summer ones. They didn't go shopping (for fear that someone would recognize them) but instead ordered all of their clothes offline. All of their food was ordered over the phone.

But they stayed in Florida for…a while. Roxas had to thank God that, six months after they had moved from Chicago, he was curled up against Axel's side on the couch, gently rubbing his one shoulder, perfectly content.

"Hey Roxy," Axel muttered, gently stroking the blonde's spine. "If I hadn't taken you, where would you be right now?"

"Um…probably in college." Roxas answered, shrugged. "In a few months, actually. I would just be finishing up high school right now."

"Rox, babe, you're fifteen." Axel said, chuckling.

"Going on sixteen, thank-you very much." Roxas answered, pouting. In response, Axel pecked him on the forehead. "Plus, my school bred protégés. If you weren't a kid genius, you wouldn't make it."

Axel sighed, shook his head. "That's so messed up." They were silent for a few more moments, each contenting in the other's steady heartbeat and breathing, until Axel spoke again.

"Do you wish I hadn't taken you?"

"I have mixed feelings on the matter." Roxas replied, and could feel Axel tense. "On one hand, I would love to be looking for colleges, writing my applications right now. Its so exciting…you know. You went through it."

"On the other hand?" Axel asked, ignoring Roxas's comment.

"No need to get all snippy, Axel." Roxas muttered, grinned, nuzzled in closer to the redhead. "On the other hand, if you hadn't taken me, we would never be together. And, to tell you the truth, I think I'm the happiest now that I have been since I can remember. Since I was taking college-level classes when I was taken, I can easily slip in as a freshmen at almost any school of my choice. So, in retrospect, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Axel chuckled and kissed the top of Roxas's head, hugging him closely. "Now that's what I like to hear."

"I know you do." The blonde smiled and closed his eyes, feeling like he was about ready to fall asleep. "Oh!"

"Oh?"

"I almost forgot." Roxas said, propped himself up on an elbow, and gently began tracing Axel's lips with his free hand. "What ever happened to Xigbar?"

Axel blinked, hesitated for a moment, shrugged. "He checked out early."

A/N: I feel like this chapter took me forever to get done. xP Oh well. On a positive note, LEMONS! ;D Lemons are nice. They bring joy to me, and surely to you guise as well. xDD However, I am sad to report, this is the second to last fluffy chapter! D8 There will be one after this (yes, the next one, chapter 18 xD) and then they get...SAD! o: Its terrible. I don't want to do it, but I have to.

Anyway. Haha. Xigbar checked out early. xD I was all like...;D And Roxy was sucking Axel off in the car. Haha. Funny. ABOUT THAT! I have to extend my thanks to Xanjen, who shared with me that I should have a Final Fantasy character be the one who pulls Axel over. Yeah, good idea, I DON'T KNOW ANY FINAL FANTASY CHARACTERS. So...yeah. Thank-you Xanjen, if not for you the cop would've ended up being Xaldin or someone like that. xDD Now I have to make him the ADA in Roxas's case. Ha. Ha.

Enjoy!
~Sara