A/N: No ridiculously long note this time! They're a little more in character here, anyways.
Oh, and they still don't belong to me.


Roxas blinked, trying to catch up with what had just happened. "Axel!" He exclaimed, watching the redhead walk away, each step so powerful he was almost stomping. "Axel!" Roxas tried again, chasing after the boy. Axel ignored him, speeding up his pace a little bit, but Roxas was faster. He grabbed Axel's arm.

"Axel, what is wrong?" Roxas snapped. Axel stiffened and tried to pull his arm out of Roxas's grasp.

"I don't know," he growled, "Maybe you should go ask Sora."

Roxas stared at Axel, who had gone still. "Axel..." he said, hesitant, as an idea wormed its way into his brain. He had the sudden urge to laugh and squashed it down. "Axel... are you jealous?"

"No," the redhead said vehemently. He looked pointedly away from Roxas.

Roxas felt himself smirk. He couldn't help it. "You're jealous... of Sora?" He was definitely going to laugh.

"I said I wasn't jealous!" Axel snapped, still not looking at Roxas. Axel's fists clenched. Roxas relaxed a little, a tiny, amused grin still on his face as he figured out exactly what was going on.

"Axel," Roxas said patiently, the hand that had been holding the redhead back slipping down to clasp his hand, "you're being ridiculous." Axel's hand tightened, and Roxas realized that that sounded terrible. He had never been any good at this, but he hastily tried to amend it. "I mean... there's nothing to be jealous of. Sora's like... my brother. My little brother, who I sometimes want to look after and sometimes just want to stick in a box at the side of the road." Axel was still tense, so Roxas stumbled onward, not putting a whole lot of thought into what he said. "I don't love him, Axel. I- " Roxas broke off for a split second, "I love you, and only you, and you will never have anything to be jealous of, because you are the only person I would ever say anything this sappy for." He smiled a little at the end, but it faded when Axel still didn't move.

"Axe - " Roxas broke off as he was tugged forward, stumbling a couple of steps before a hand caught his chin and tilted it up.

"I better be," Axel murmured, and kissed him.

Roxas's smile widened, breaking away long enough to whisper, "You are," before Axel had a hand tangled in his hair and another holding him close and if Roxas had anything else to say, he promptly forgot it.


Fifteen minutes later found them walking down Roxas's street, Axel's arm swung around Roxas's shoulders and Roxas blushing faintly, a remnant of the humiliation he'd experienced a few minutes ago (the kiss in front of the school had very nearly dissolved into an all-out make out session, only to be interrupted by an extremely flustered English teacher who informed them that they would both be suspended if they didn't take that somewhere private right then. Roxas had been mortified; Axel had been unfazed, giving the teacher a smirk that practically screamed 'you know you wish you were me.')

"Um," Roxas said hesitantly, "I know you're not happy about this, but I am still going to Sora's tournament on Saturday. I said I would."

Axel sighed in a long-suffering sort of way. "Fine," he grumbled, "but you're going to have to make up for it." The lecherous smirk on his face, nearly a leer, made it perfectly clear what he was thinking.

Roxas rolled his eyes as the reached the door to his house, pulling a key out of his pocket and unlocking the door.He pushed the door open to reveal and empty and silent house, and Roxas wasn't even startled when an arm snaked around his waist and pulled him back to Axel, who leaned over a little and rested his chin on Roxas's shoulder.

"You could start making up for it right now, actually," Axel muttered in his ear. Roxas pulled away, rolling his eyes again.

"Later, Axel. Like when we're not still standing on my front porch."

Axel smiled at the hidden promise in those words.


A/N: Yes, a rather abrupt ending, I know. Sorry. Is anyone actually reading this?