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His heartbeat was high as he was running out of breath, sweat dripping down his brow, pleasure running through his veins...

"Haha I work out!" Axel yelled quoting an LMFAO song as he pumped weights, Roxas chose to sit in his living room watching tv as he worked out in his free room. (HAHAHAHA GOTCHA ;D)

Finally done his workout, Axel made his way out to the living room to see Roxas watching The Dudesons.

"Holy shit! This is like my favorite show!" He squealed un-Axel-like and sat beside Roxas, making Roxas crinkle his nose in disgust.

"You smell like sweaty balls. Like not even kidding dude, please, go shower," he coughed, sliding further down the bright red couch.

Axel pouted.

"B-but... I saved your ass tonight... and... and I wanted to work out a little cuz I was mad and worked up and... and..." his bottom lip quivered, causing Roxas to actually quirk a small smile.

"Just go fucking shower. Now."

Grunting, Axel strolled over to his room muttering something that sounded like "fucking unthankful people these days..."

Rolling his eyes Roxas turned the Dudesons up.

Laughing hysterically as Jarppi had made Jukka, Jarno, and HP dress in bondage leather thongs with police caps, gluing their hands to eachothers hindquarters, while parading throughout a random place with some funny music in the background. Of course Jarppi had a rainbow flag and was prancing around in front of them leading them around the streets.

Suddenly, Roxas stopped laughing, his mind going on overload.

He'd often wondered if he was gay, since he did find the same sex rather attractive, but the whole Seifer deal had made him feel so wrong about it all-he shuddered at the thought.

His eyes glued to the screen much like the Dudesons hand glued to their asses, he hadn't realized how much he had spaced out until the episode was over, a new one beggining, and a somewhat wet and very much shirtless Axel sat beside him.

Roxas glanced over at the male, a blue towel hung loosely around him shoulders, his hair was still pretty well soaked, but still somehow stayed spikey. His eyes wandered lower, gazing at his well built body, he was lean, no six pack or anything, but damn did he ever have a toned stomach. His gaze traveled a little lower, seeing a small spruce of red, a trail just under his belly button, leading down into his jeans...

Tearing his gaze away, blushing furiously, Roxas ranted at himself.

'You just met him you pervert! You hardly even know this guy! Sure he was at the concert, sure he is super fun, and super nice, protective, and godly sexy-fuck shut up Roxas.'

"Like what you see?" Axel was now inches away from Roxas's face, wearing a catlike grin.

"U-uuh no! I mean, yes! I mean... I wasn't staring...!" Roxas sputtered, squirming away from Axel, successfully falling off of the couch and hitting his head.

"Ow!" the blonde squeaked, rubbing his now sore head as Axel quickly crawled to Roxas's aid.

"OH MY GOD do you have a concussion?" Axel teased, touching Roxas's head with such light fingers, almost as if his head were a ticking time bomb.

"S-Shut up you jerk..." his face now crimson, he stared up into Axel's green eyes.

Green met blue as Axel's breath caught in his throat.

Moving a little closer, he gazed into his eyes, such a deep, amazing blue.

They were so close now, their breath mingling, Roxas's hand now placed onto Axel's warm chest, his eyes barely open.

"Why did you get those tattoos?" broke the silence and made Axel facepalm in his mind.

Backing away he sat fully on the floor, Roxas was still staring at him, his hands now in his lap.

"Uh... kind of a life choice I guess?" He shook his head slowly, "I didn't have the best upbringing, my parents kind of... Sucked?"

Concern outlined Roxas's face as he heard this, this was his chance to get to know the man better.

Urging him to continue with his eyes, Axel sighed.

"I was an accident. Kind of a 'oops' child. My older brother Reno was the planned one, he was the loved one," his voice died down a little as he averted his gazed away from those big blue eyes.

"My brother was seven years of age when I was born. He was so excited for a little brother, but the parents weren't excited for another child. I was just another mouth to feed, another kid to clothe. By the time I was in my teens, my mother was a drunk, and my father was a dick. Although he had been a dick all of my life anyways. He was never home, ever, and my mom was always drinking, telling me how much she didn't want me, how she loved Reno so much more, how I was a failure compared to him. Sure, Reno was pretty much graduated, and I wasn't exactly the smartest kid in school, but I just couldn't understand why they hated me so much, especially her," sighing again, he raked his left hand through his unruly hair.

The raw emotion in his voice, the sadness in his eyes, it made Roxas feel sick to him stomach and want to cry. Reaching out a timid hand, he placed it on Axel's forearm, letting him know he was there for him, that he could continue.

A small smile made it's way onto the red head's face before he went on.

"Eventually, my mother's drinking got so bad she would beat me. I told everyone who asked that I fell down stairs, or that I tripped, or something stupid like that. I was used to going to school sore as hell, a black eye, bruises and cuts here and there, everyone seemed to act like they cared when really, they didn't. No one cared, only until I met a large group of strange teens. They called themselves the Organization, they all wore black everything, and black trench coats even, and they were all different and misunderstood, just like me. So of course, they welcomed me with open arms, they cared, they loved me even when my mother and father couldn't. They were my real family. I started rebelling, wearing the same gear as them, doing crazy shit to show people how I didn't care. Finally, I went home after school one day, and my mother raised her hand against me again, but this time, I actually fought back. I pushed her and she hit her head, and was unconcious on the floor, but still breathing. I decided that this was my time to get out, get away, to go do something new. I got together with my new family, my best friends, my brothers and sisters, and we all got different tattoos to symbolize that we would never forget one another, that we would always be together," he smiled at the thought.

"Demyx, the one with the mullet and such who works with me at the bar, Riku, the silver haired kid, they were part of it too."

Roxas remembered seeing something black on Demyx's wrist at one point in time, but he hadn't seen anything on Riku yet.

"After that, I never went back," he ended.

"My band mate Zexion has a tattoo too," he voiced in randomly, recalling the black angel wings that cascade down the boy's back.

Axel's eyes flashed, "What kind of tattoo?"

Roxas explained, earning a shocked expression from Axel.

"W-Wait what? He was one of them too!" Axel's mind reeled as he laughed, he Demyx and Riku should have known.

"We used to just call him Zex, and he looked so different when we were teens back then... He definitely didn't have that whole emo thing going on that's for sure."

"Well... If I do recall right, I remember Zexion talking to Nam when I was kind of drunk out of my mind when we left, he said something about knowing you guys really well, and being shocked that you all didn't recognize him," the blonde explained, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Well that really is something..." Axel reached over to the small coffee table in the middle of the living room grabbing his cellphone, texting like mad.

Roxas looked at him questioningly.

"I'm just letting the guys know, they'll love hearing this, none of us have heard from good ol' Zex in a long time, they'll be excited to know it's him, especially Demyx."

Nodding he waited watching the red head excitedly text his friends.

Finally, closing his cellphone, he looked at the time on the outside screen.

"Holy shitting dicks, it's late, you should be in bed by now, and so should I," he laughed, standing up, his hair now partially dry.

"Yeah... probably," the blonde answered, yawning and stretching.

"You can sleep in my bed, i'll sleep on the couch," Axel stated before leading him to his room.

Shaking his head, Roxas protested, shutting the door behind them.

"Nope, we'll both sleep in here, I really don't mind," he silently begged with his voice, the red head way too tired to pick up on it.

"Yeah, sounds fine to me," he found some pj pants and a shirt for Roxas, and changed into pj pants himself as they both changed in silence.

Yawning and plopping himself onto the bed face first, Axel curled up into a ball on top of his red and black blankets, earning a small smile from the blonde.

"Thanks for telling me all that, Axel," Roxas whispered as he crawled onto the bed, getting comfy.

"No prob Roxy... Nighhtttynightt..." and with that, Axel was out.

Smiling to himself, Roxas closed his eyes, his breathing slowly becoming more deep before eventually, he too fell asleep.

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Yeah, I know, was random, steamy, sappy and such, but eh, I thought i'd change it up a lil, so don't mind me .

If you have never seen the Dudesons and you love watching guys do stupid stuff, watch it... right now XD

The scene on the tv that I described can be found on Youtube, type in The Dudesons Gay Parade. I enjoy it very much ;D review and i'll love you forever! ;D