So you're going to talk to him? Roxas slipped the note past Larxene, who was staring at the teacher at the front of the classroom, trying vainly to ignore the two boys sitting on either side of her, neither of which was paying attention.

Zexion grabbed the note immediately and looked at the scribbly handwriting, immediately gracing the note with his own, graceful lettering. Yes. I don't think I could keep it to myself much longer without going crazy. Jerking off only gets you so far, you know.

Roxas's eyes scanned the words and he snorted loudly, and the entire class turned to stare at him. The teacher at the front of the room, a one Mr. Gradley, turned his attention from the chalkboard and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you find Macbeth funny, Mr. DuPont?" He asked, crossing his arms. The chalk between his fingers hung there like a long-since-expired cigarette, and Roxas briefly imagined his dirty blonde AP English teacher sucking on a piece of chalk.

"Not at all, sir." Roxas answered immediately, shaking his head.

"Well then why don't you share your opinion with the class?"

"Urm…" Roxas blinked and glanced down at his book which read Macbeth on the front in large, loopy print that was starting to crumble with age. "Personally, I think his wife is a bitch, and she could turn any man within a two hundred mile radius gay."

The class chuckled at this and Mr. Gradley smiled, shrugging. "Continue."

"Secondly…" The blonde continued, glancing at Zexion, who was glaring at him murderously. "I don't know what kind of weirdo pussy you have to be to cave to this lady, but Macbeth should've grown a backbone and just said 'no' when she was all like, 'Make me queen~' Of course, if some girl said 'Make me queen.' to me, I would reply that I already have one…"

With that he grinned down at Sora, who was sitting in the seat in front of him, and he got a grin in return. All of the guys in the class made some sort of disgusting snorting sound, and all of the girls went, 'awwww!' which only served to widen Roxas's grin.

"That's very amusing, Mr. DuPont. But if you don't mind me interrupting your deconstruction of Lady Macbeth's character, I'd really like to continue with the lesson. Does that fit into your schedule?"

"Um…" Roxas whipped out his phone and pretended to be fishing through his calendar, stuffed it back in his pocket, and smiled politely. "I've got a hot date with an even hotter guy in about an hour, but I think we're good."

Lexaeus returned the polite smile, the effort and strain of it clear in his eyes, and turned back to the chalkboard. "Very well then. So, as we were saying, Lady Macbeth's ambition was…"

Roxas tuned the teacher out, turning to Zexion with his eyebrows raised, before a note was stuffed in his hand and Zexion made a soft 'humph' sound, eyes trained forward. Roxas just chuckled and opened up the piece of paper, looking at the gorgeous handwriting for a few moments before actually reading it.

You're a real dick, you know? Under other circumstances I would've used a more intelligent word to attack you, but for the love of GOD, Roxas! What are you trying to do here? I mean, I bet he knows that we're friends and what are the odds of him wanting to actually be with me when you're acting like this? Don't even bother replying; I already know you're sorry. You can make it up to me by giving me head after Lexaeus turns me down.

"Yes ma'am." Roxas muttered, smirking at Zexion, who shot him a look. His overly long, feminine bangs fell in his eyes, and he didn't even bother to brush them out, adding to the overall sex appeal of the entire look. Ah, if only the blonde were single…

--

"Um…Mr. Gradley?" Zexion muttered, books stuffed in his messenger bag, which was hanging from his shoulder. He was shifting nervously from foot to foot, and in the doorway Roxas and Sora both gave him a thumbs up and grinned.

"Yes, Zexion?" The bluenette almost melted when the teacher looked at him. His voice was so deep and he sounded so sure of himself, yet at the same time his eyes were gentle and his expression was expectant.

"Can I…talk to you about something?"

"Of course." Lexaeus answered. He indicated one of the small desks in front of his own Zexion took the seat almost immediately, dropping his backpack on the ground next to him.

"Do you mind if we…close the door?"

Lexaeus sighed and glanced out the door, not noticing Roxas and Sora, and looked pointedly at his student. "I'm really not supposed to…"

"It's a highly personal matter." Zexion said immediately, fidgeting with his thumbs and glancing down at the floor. "I…wouldn't feel comfortable talking about it if there was a chance someone could eavesdrop."

Lexaeus sighed again and stood up, walking slowly over to the door. "Very well, I suppose…" He grabbed the door knob and pushed the door shut slowly, hearing the jamb click in its little slot and turning back to Zexion. "What is it?"

Zexion took a deep breath and continued looking down, heart beating faster than he could remember it beating…ever. "I…" He began, then decided against it and shook his head. "I mean…"

"I don't believe I recall ever seeing you struggle with words." Lexaeus mused, chuckling lightly. Zexion glanced up at him from under his bangs and smiled, the stress that was hanging over him lessening slightly, but hardly enough to make a difference.

"Well, it very rarely happens."

"True. But I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'm sorry. Please continue." The dirty blonde sat down in his chair and folded his hands under his chin, expression pensive. It was clear that all of his attention was devoted to Zexion, and that was half reassuring and half frightening.

"Let's see…how do I say this…" He muttered, closing his eyes. "Have you…ever…been interested in someone? Like…been interested in them and known that there was a very slim chance that the interest was mutual?"

Lexaeus paused and the silence between them stretched and stretched and stretched before he finally muttered, "Yes, I have. Are you experiencing that right now?"

Zexion paused as well before he slowly began nodding, finally working up enough courage to look up. "Yes, I believe so. I…this person that I'm interested in…I think he's way out of my league. That, and I don't think…even if he was interested in me, which he probably isn't…"

"Take your time." Lexaeus muttered reassuringly, smiling down at his student. "I've got all day. I can listen as long as you keep talking."

Zexion looked at him for a few more moments before his will to delay any longer completely crumbled, and he ended up just shaking his head as he talked. "I don't know. I've never felt like this about anyone else before, and I've been having these dreams and these…these fantasies…"

"Yes?"
"It's just been ridiculous…I mean, I have dreams about him…about him touching me and holding me and doing these things to me…" He chuckled nervously, staring at his feet, shaking his head. "The kind of kinky stuff that you only see people doing in porn and disgusting stuff like that…using toys and handcuffs biting and scratching…

"And I imagine him fucking me…" The bluenette continued, the images from his dreams and daydreams springing into his mind, his body growing hot already, a stirring starting up in his groin. "Mercilessly driving into me and giving me these orders…telling me to do stuff, or he would make me finish myself…he would watch me touch myself and masturbate and, in my dreams, it would go on for hours…."

"Zexion." Lexaeus said his name flatly, and when the student finally glanced up he saw his teacher with his head buried in his hands, breathing heavily. They stayed like that for a few more moments (that is, after Zexion glanced up at the clock and noticed that he had been there for forty-five minutes already) before Lexaeus stood up and walked over to the door, opening it.

"Go home." He said flatly, not meeting Zexion's eye. The teen sat there in his chair for a little while, and impatiently Lexaeus repeated himself.

Slowly, Zexion stood up, leaving his backpack beside the chair and walking over, placing his hand flat on the door. He measured Lexaeus closely as he pushed the door shut again, hand sliding down to grasp his teacher's, bringing it slowly up to his mouth.

"Zexion, what are you--?" Lexaeus cut himself off when the bluenette took two of the fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes, sucking sensually. The sensation was ridiculous; Zexion's tongue was moving along his fingers in ways that shouldn't even be allowed, the pressure and heat of his mouth driving the teacher mad.

"Zexion, enough!" Lexaeus finally yelled, yanking his hand away from his student, not even bothering to wipe the saliva from his middle and index fingers. Zexion looked up at him with impossibly large, impossibly innocent eyes, lower lip trembling like he was about to break into tears.

"But don't you…want it?" He asked slowly, wringing his hands. "Why would you let me do that if you didn't want it?"

"Zexion, that's hardly the point--"

"Don't you love me?" Zexion whispered, interrupting, eyebrows knitting together. "Doesn't anyone?"

Lexaeus stood there and stared at the kid for a little while longer, weighing his options in his mind. He could easily turn Zexion away now; tell him that there was no hope for the two of them, that this was so against the rules, and let him go. Or, he could give Zexion what he wanted, take him into his arms and send him to Nirvana, satisfying the both of them.

He sighed, knowing that his decision had been made the moment Zexion approached him after class, and cupped his cheek. He could feel the tears that had silently rolled down the teen's face, and he could see them in his grey-blue eyes. "Don't cry." He whispered.

Zexion stared up at him for a few more moments, turning his head against the soft hands and kissing their palms slowly. "I won't…" He whispered, eyes closed, lips practically latched on to his teacher's wrist. "So long as you're there to kiss my tears away."

--

"Lexaeus…" He gasped, body coated with a sheet of sweat, bangs plastered to his forehead. He let out another loud moan, body jerking with pleasure as Lexaeus rammed into his prostate over and over again. "Ah…!"

"You like that, don't you?" Lexaeus panted, the movement of his hips not stopping for a moment. "You like the way that feels."

"Yes!"

"Do you want me to make your dreams come true, Zexion? Your kinky, perverted little dreams?"

"Yes!"

"But I already have you handcuffed…" Lexaeus purred, looking over the boy's wrists which were attached to the metal bed frame by tight handcuffs. "You're neck his bleeding from where I've bitten you…what more do you want?"

"All of it!" Zexion cried, eyes tearing up with pleasure, orgasm threatening to completely blur any rational though he had left. "Give it all to me!"

--

Two years later

"Do you ever miss him, Roxas?" Zexion asked. He was laying across his friend's chest, the blonde stroking his hair pensively. At the sound of his name he snapped out of whatever daydream had been entertaining him, glancing down.

"Hm? Miss who?"

"Sora. Do you ever miss him?"

Roxas stopped stroking Zexion's hair for a moment, and the bluenette made an irritated sound in the back of his throat. He could feel the laughter that shook Roxas's shoulders following immediately and continued with his massage, shrugging as best he could. "I don't know. I guess so. Not really. I don't know."

"Great answer." Zexion muttered, propping himself up on an elbow and looking Roxas in the eye. "When I first started going out with Lexaeus…" He started, taking a deep breath. "Did you miss me?"

"Yeah, I guess." Roxas answered, shrugging again. He pulled Zexion back down across his chest with a stubborn frown and began rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck. "I mean, you're my best friend, and he kind of monopolized you a little bit. But I know you were never really big on the whole idea of being 'fuck buddies,' and from what I could tell he made you really happy. So I could put up with it. Plus, you were still there when I needed you to be…everything else didn't really matter."

"When you caught Sora cheating on you, what did you do?" The words fell so easily from Zexion's mouth, and Roxas didn't even tense up when he heard them like he used to. They were both so different…so changed since freshmen year.

"I called him a lying, cheating whore and told him that if I ever saw him again, he would probably be on the receiving end of a punch." Roxas chuckled lightly and glanced out the window that offered the only source of light in the room, the full moon clearly visible from their position on the bed.

"So you're not bitter anymore?"

The blonde shook his head. "Nah. Plus, I've got you and I'm working on Axel…" He shrugged and laughed. "I don't need him."

"Oh yeah. How's that coming, by the way?" Zexion sat up and Roxas's hand moved from his shoulders to his thigh, caressing him gently.

"It's not. When I talk to him, I'm usually working on pretending how much I don't like him. He didn't even show up today, either. He just sent his brother in with some stupid note telling me what I'm supposed to do. I'm kinda afraid I did something wrong."

"Hm. That sounds rather troublesome." Zexion sighed and grabbed Roxas's hand, intertwining their fingers, clicking his tongue as he though. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you've always got me."

"Ditto." Roxas said, grinning. "So now all that's left is--"

"Chocolate and Maury." Zexion finished, cocking an eyebrow at Roxas. "Seriously Rox, I think you need help. Not that I mind your remedies for every single problem humankind will ever face ever, but…"

"Or!" Roxas gasped, sitting up, completely ignoring Zexion. "What if I covered you in chocolate syrup and we had sex while Maury was on in the background! Oh my God that would be sick!"

Zexion snorted and shook his head, pushing Roxas back down on the pillows and burying his face against the blonde's neck. "You're a genius. Now shut up and go to sleep. If Axel's back tomorrow, then I'm ordering you as your unofficial lover and best friend to make a move on him. And if he wants to sleep with you, you're going to have to be rested."

"You know…" Roxas said, glancing down at Zexion, the stroking of his hair resuming once more. "You're not nearly as bitter about our relationship as you used to be. What changed, I wonder?"

"Well, you're single." Zexion muttered. "And now I'm single. So it's not like we have to worry about hurting anyone. Unless Axel has a crush on you. But that doesn't matter right now, because he doesn't know me, and as far as he's concerned right now, you hate him."

"Anything else?" Roxas asked, not nearly convinced enough to let the subject drop. Zexion sighed and cuddled up against Roxas's side, shrugging.

"And I've realized that just because you don't love me as in, 'I want to spend the rest of my life with you.' doesn't mean you don't love me. And I know you do. And I love you two."

There was a pause, and for a moment Zexion thought that Roxas had fallen asleep, when the blonde finally muttered (sleepily), "You are so weird."

"You know you love me."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Go to bed."

"Oh, one more thing, Roxas." Zexion muttered, glancing up. "If you have any wet dreams about Axel tonight, I'm going upstairs and sleeping in your bed."

Roxas laughed and kissed Zexion's hair before he smacked the bluenette upside the head. "Whatever. Loser."

A/N: Ha. Ha ha ha. I can't even begin to imagine how much some of you probably hate this chapter. But it had to be done. xDDD I just needed to get a little bit of a RokuZex scene in there, even if I lose half my readers. Because seriously? When you think about it, they'd be pretty cute together. Even though AkuRoku like, totally pwns. Like...totally. RokuZex doesn't even compare.

But for the most part, this was a LexZex chapter. And there was a little RokuSo...but nobody cares. Because Sora's a loser and we hate him. Or at least I do. ._.

ANYWAY! So I still have this request that I need to finish for Naive Symphony, YES I REMEMBERED! so I'm going to have to do that...not really sure how that's going to work...a park at night and a guitar? I mean, I already have a few ideas, but...yeah. And then I'm going to write a LouisxLestat oneshot, and THEN I get to start a new AkuRoku fic! 8D Isn't this lovely? I think it's lovely.

~Sara