A/N: Aaaaaaaand we're back. Anyways, I thought I might do a follow up. Here it is.

The Morning After

Roxas woke with a pounding headache and a mumbled curse into the pillow as a bright light pierced his eyes. All he could remember about the night before was that he had gone out drinking with Zexion and Demyx, which probably meant that he'd never seen the bottom of his glass. Silently cursing the aforementioned persons and swearing off any and all future drinking, Roxas stumbled into the bathroom and promptly dove for the toilet.

Walking in from running errands, a grin still plastered on his face from flaming Zexion and Demyx with his chakrams, Axel knew that his boyfriend was up. Wincing slightly as he heard Roxas give another retch, Axel tossed the dry-cleaning on the couch, threw the milk in the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of Advil and a glass of water. Armed with the necessities to keep him alive, Axel dared to venture into the bathroom, stifling a laugh at the sight before him. Roxas looked like a little kid with the flu. His hair was tousled; one pajama leg was bunched around his knee, he had on a wrinkled shirt, and his head in the toilet. Even sick, he looked adorable.

"Shut the fuck up and give me the damn Advil," he hissed, glaring at his redheaded boyfriend.

"You sure? Don't you like your head where your ass should be?" He asked, grinning.

"Axel!" Roxas snarled, and he could see that Roxas was hurting. Sighing, he handed the glass and bottle over, moving to sit on the edge of the tub.

"You need to be more careful when going out with Zexion and Demyx," he warned, comforting his hung-over boyfriend. "Though I doubt they'll be asking you for a while," he added, grinning evilly. Roxas eyed him warily as he passed the pill bottle back, having lost the battle to open it.

"What did you do?" He asked warily. Axel shrugged, popping the bottle open and passing two Advil back to him.

"Not much." Roxas looked at him skeptically. "Hey, if they want to send you home drunk, they should be prepared to handle the consequences." Roxas sighed, shaking his head and instantly regretting it.

"You flamed them, didn't you?" Axel shrugged again, helping him stand.

"Like I said –"

"Why can't you be a normal boyfriend and just beat them to a pulp, but no –"

"And you knew when we started dating, hell, before then, that I wasn't normal, so –"

"You have to go and be all pyromaniacal about it, and –" Roxas was cut off as Axel unceremoniously dumped him on the bed. Axel stood with his arms crossed, glaring at the slighter blonde as Roxas stared up at him. "…I still love you for it." He finished. Axel grinned and climbed onto the bed.

"And I still love you, drunky."

"Psycho." Smiling, they settled down to sleep. "Hey, Axel?" Roxas asked.

"Hm?" Roxas paused.

"How bad did you flame them?" Axel grinned as he pulled Roxas closer.

"Oh, but I got them good."

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