"God Roxas. I can not believe you're dancing." Zexion muttered, shaking his head. "I mean, how on Earth do you go from lacrosse to dancing? What's it even like?"

"Well, the guy who's teaching me is a psychotic gay pedophile." Roxas replied. He took a sip of his Mountain Dew (Mountain Dew that he wasn't even supposed to be drinking on Axel's new diet) and shrugged. "But I have to keep doing it if I even have a hope of playing again. So I guess I can put up with it for a little while longer."

"Is he really a pedophile?" Zexion asked, raising an eyebrow. He took a huge bite of the even bigger sub he had ordered at the deli they had staked out, and he offered a sip of his soda to Lexaeus, on who's lap the bluenette was currently seated.

"Like I know." Roxas took another sip of the soda, set it down. "But I swear to God he has a crush on me. He's always staring at me all funny."

"What does your mom think of him?"

"Are you kidding me? My mom wants to fucking sleep with him." Roxas snorted and leaned back, and Lexaeus frowned.

"Watch your language, Roxas."

"Sorry Mr. Gradley." Roxas muttered and glanced at Zexion, who just smiled innocently. "I get really into this stuff."

"But of all the words in the English language you have to choose from…" Lexaeus sighed and shrugged. "Just please try to remember. At least when you're with me. Or any other adult, for that matter. It's very rude."

"Yes sir." Roxas said, still looking at Zexion. "However, I just have one question."

"What's that?"

"Of all the teachers in our school that you could've slept with," The blonde began. "You chose our English teacher. Our anti-cursing, grammar-police English teacher. And then, when I'm just looking for a nice peaceful day at a little local deli with one of my friends, you decide to bring him along. Why, Zexion? Why?"

Zexion laughed and took another bite of his sub. "Please. You're just jealous because you're single."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Well, whatever." Roxas breathed, glanced around the room and let his eyes linger on the slightly inept brunette behind the cash register and the silver-haired man who was eyeing him with a look of half irritation and half affection. "When his wife finds out, don't come crying to me."

"His wife isn't going to find out, stupid." Zexion sneered, but soon enough the prideful expression was gone and he was furtively searching Lexaeus's eyes for some sort of confirmation. "Right, Lexy?"

"You have nothing to worry about, my love." Their teacher replied, loving nuzzled Zexion's cheek. He narrowed his eyes at Roxas for a moment or two before closing them altogether and placing gentle kisses on his student's neck. "Nothing at all."

"You two are disgusting." Roxas muttered, eyes following the sandwich maker as he came around the counter and wrapped his arms around the brunette's waist, pulling them close together. The brunette smiled and leaned back, and they began slowly rocking back and forth like couples did in movies.

Zexion followed Roxas's line of vision and frowned, crossing his arms. "Roxas, you really need someone. I mean, you're never going to get anywhere in life if couples disgust you this much. It's not healthy."

"It's perfectly healthy." Roxas retorted. "Is that the owner?"

"Yeah. That's the only reason this place is called Sobczak's. Otherwise it'd be something normal like…Smith's. But you have to stop changing the subject." Zexion leaned back into Lexaeus's arms, that stubborn frown still in place. "Just because of what happened with what's-his-face doesn't mean you have to have a dark outlook on all relationships now."

"Whatever." Roxas muttered. "You have no idea what it's like."

"I don't care, Roxas. I mean, it's really not healthy that you just looks at relationships like this. Look at me and Lexaeus. We have a good relationship that…" Roxas stopped listening to the annoying sound of Zexion trying to give him a "this is what's good for you" lecture and decided to give his entire attention to the owner and his underage boyfriend, who were now practically grinding on the counter. Roxas wasn't sure, but he would've bet money that they had some serious tongue working, too.

He let himself get lost in his thoughts, but no matter what he tried to distract himself with, his mind always brought him back to Axel. Sure, he was weird and a little creepy, but Roxas's mother wasn't exactly wrong when she talked about how attractive he was. Not that Roxas found him that attractive. Just a little. Tiny bit. Hardly at all.

"Roxas, are you listening to me?" Zexion barked.

"Not at all." The blonde returned his gaze to his friend and immediately wished he hadn't, the first thing he noticed being Lexaeus's lips all but glued to Zexion's neck and Zexion looking at Roxas as though he a) didn't notice at all or b) was so used to it that it didn't really matter that much to him. Roxas was no psychic, but something told him it was the latter.

"Roxas, you really need to stop doing that!" Zexion glanced down quickly at Lexaeus, shook his head, and sighed. "I'm trying to help you here, y'know? It doesn't really help if you keep zoning out right in the middle of--"

"Holy. Shit." Roxas interrupted quietly, ducking his head down. Mere seconds before, the bell on the door had clanged loudly and the door opened for a one very tall redhead whose head almost didn't fit through the door.

"Roxas, what are you--"

"Shut up!" The blonde hissed, cowering half way under the table, hiding his drink. He wasn't supposed to eat out anymore because most food in restaurants was "unhealthy" and you "don't know what's in that stuff," but Roxas had found that he could get away with it once. Damn you, karma. Damn you.

"What is it?" Zexion whispered, bending down as well. Lexaeus frowned when the contact between lips/collar bone was broken, but Roxas was silently thankful.

"That guy who just walked in is my dance teacher." He whispered back. "The really tall redhead. He's kind of hard to miss."

Zexion glanced around and spotted Axel immediately, nodding. "Yeah, I see him. Damn. He's really tall. And from the looks of it, he'd be kind of hot, too." He glanced back at Roxas, blue bangs falling in his face. "How come you don't hook up with him? I mean, if he's a pedo, that'd work out kind of well for you guys, wouldn't it?"

"Shut up, asshole." Roxas murmured, narrowing his eyes. As he and Zexion continued to whisper, Lexaeus stuck his head up and looked around, face lighting up as soon as he spotted the redhead in question.

"Axel?"

As soon as the small, four letter name had exited the English teacher's mouth, a few things happened. The redhead standing at the counter turned around and grinned when he saw Lexaeus, grinned even wider when he spotted Roxas. Roxas sat bolt upright, hitting his head on the bottom of the table and, unbeknownst to him, got gum stuck in his hair. Zexion frowned and looked pointedly at Lexaeus, a sort of 'how-do-you-know-him?' type accusation in his eyes.

"Lexaeus? Is that you?"

"You bet it is!"

Axel came loping over from the counter as only Axel can do (in Roxas's opinion, it takes a lot of skill and self-confidence to lope) and stood next to the table, smiling first at Lexaeus then at Roxas.

"What are you doing here? It feels like it's been forever!" He clapped his apparently old friend on the shoulder, and Lexaeus shifted Zexion off of his lap so that he could stand up and he and Axel could "man hug."

"No kidding! When's the last time I saw you, anyway? That conference in L.A., right?"
Roxas exchanged a glance with Zexion. Zexion exchanged a glance between Roxas. They were just kind of looking at each other, Roxas's expression one of pure dread and his friend's expression one of pure confusion. How, he asked himself, did these two people know each other? And what terrible thing did he do to make this happen? Again, he cursed karma.

"So how do you know Roxas?" Axel asked, smiling politely, the same curiosity that the blonde had seen burning in Zexion's eyes reflected in Axel's.

"How do you know Roxas?"

"How do you two know each other?" Roxas interrupted immediately, looking between the two of them. Lexaeus and Axel both glanced at him before he gained their full attention, and Lexaeus just shrugged at crossed his arms.

"Oh, I met Lex at a teaching conference in California." Axel was the one who answered, and that made Roxas wish he hadn't even asked the question.

"You had to go to a teaching conference?"

"I teach dance, don't I?"

"Oh God…" Roxas sighed and rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "Whatever. You two are allowed to reminisce now. You have my blessing."

"That's great. By the way, what are you eating?" Axel stepped forward and raised an eyebrow at Roxas, picking up the sub in front of his student and examining it. "Aren't you supposed to be on a diet?"

"It's the veggie sub!" Roxas barked defensively, narrowing his eyes. "You said that I was allowed to have any sub on the menu should I be so inclined so long as it's the--"

"The veggie, yeah. Very good, Roxas." Axel patted Roxas on the top of the head (an action which was met with an irritated growl from the smaller of the two) and grabbed the pickle off of his plate, taking a huge bite out of it.

"Sure, you can have my pickle." Roxas muttered in irritation, not even trying to rescue what remained of it. He never really liked pickles anyway…

"Roxas, you pervert. How could you say such a thing?" Axel smirked as Roxas's mouth formed a perfect 'o' and finished off the vinegar flavored cucumber, shrugging. "Hey, it could be worse. Imagine if you'd ordered a sunday."

"And how would that be worse?"

"Because if you had, I would've stolen your cherry." Axel laughed at this, the few people in the deli turning to give him strange looks and whisper to one another about the inappropriate joke he had just made to that adorable, young boy. Roxas simply scoffed.

"Yeah, I'm the pervert. That's just great, Axel. Just great."

"Oh please. You know you love it." The redhead grinned and turned to leave, grabbing his sub off the counter and paying quickly. Roxas was just about to raised the edge of the bottle to his lips when Axel paused, coming back over to their table.

Of course, Zexion had placed himself on Lexaeus's lap once more, and Axel glanced at them curiously before he directed their gaze towards Roxas. "I almost forgot. Give it to me."

"Right here? Can't we at least go into the bathroom?" Roxas asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone mocking.

"Stop being a wise ass and cough up the soda, Roxas." Axel said, expression flat. They battled it out with their gazes for a few more moments before the blonde groaned, holding his Mountain Dew out to Axel, which was promptly placed in the garbage.

"No soda!" He called on his way out, and Roxas just frowned. As soon as he heard the car start and pull away, he glanced at Zexion, crossed his arms.

"I really hate him."

"Yeah, well, clearly he doesn't hate you."

--

"Come on, Roxas. Won't you please moan for me?"

"No."

"But if it feels so good…"

"Stop teasing me."

"I'll stop teasing you when you moan for me."

Roxas closed his eyes tightly, and in response, Axel squeezed his cock hard again, which elicited a soft mewling sound from the boy. Still not a moan, though. Naturally, it hardly satisfied the redhead.

"Moan for me, Roxas." He dug his nails in the soft flesh in his hand, and to this Roxas couldn't help but arch his back and grasp the sheets beneath him tightly.

"God…Axel…yes…"

--

Roxas blinked his eyes open to find his room pitch black, body coated in sweat, panting. A quick glance around told him that yes, thank God, he was alone (as in Axel wasn't laying in the bed beside him) and no, dear God why, why had he just had a wet dream about Axel?

He groaned and lifted up the covers of his bed, felt around because he was just too lazy to turn on his light. And, sure enough, there was that nice and damp and disgustingly sticky spot on his sheets that would definitely have to be washed out before his mother decided to change his bed sheets (not that she would be mad; she just wouldn't stop picking on him for having a wet dream about someone. What a good role model…).

The blonde let himself fall back on his pillows, finally catching his breath, his hands resting across his chest. A sleepy, contented feeling started to creep up through him, and it was a feeling very similar to that whenever he would…well… "take care of business."

"Good God, why?" He whispered. "What have I done to deserve this?"

Of course, instead of hearing the voice of God echo in his head in response to the fruitless question, he heard the voice of He Who Must Not Be Named. Also known as Super Sexy oh-my-God-please-sleep-with-me Dance teacher. Also known as Axel. And the answer was simple enough: Please. You know you want it.


A/N: Oh my gawd! I'm sad. Would you guise like to know why I'm sad? Because these chapters are so much shorter than Amber! D8 I'm all like...what??? But that aside...

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD I LOVE THIS CHAPTER! *squeal* I mean, I know it's kind of weird for me to fangirl so hard over my own chapters, but good lawd! Roxas is all like *eat* and then Axel's all like *show up* and then they're all like *talk* and then Axel's all like *pervy joke* and then Roxas is all like *wet dream tiem!*

I love it. xDDD Just thought I'd share. But that aside! I love your guises' reviews!! They're so nice and sweet and full of praise. ;D That brings me joy. But one thing I just want to say is this.

This person who reads and reviews my story, Rantzilla, right? Honey, IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW LONG YOUR REVIEWS ARE THE LONGER THE BETTER! ;DDD Just thought I'd clear that up. Really, you guise don't have to worry about super long reviews. It's actually the short, one-worded ones that drive me insane xDD (not that I get many of those)

So...enjoy!

~Sara