Warnings: None.

Pairing: Axel/Demyx

Sassy's Note: I totally did not set this one up!! … Okay, maybe I did…

Explosion

Cloud stared at the two students standing before his desk. They fidgeted slightly under his scrutiny.

"You both have detention for the next week," he finally said with a strained sigh.

"Yes, Mr. Strife," they said at the same time.

"You will serve them separately."

"Yes, Mr. Strife."

"And you will also be supervised."

"Yes, Mr. Strife."

"Good." He rubbed his forehead. "Now get out of here."

He fought a smile as the two of them stumbled out of his classroom. "Wait until Squall hears about this…"

--

As soon as the two were safely out of Strife's room and down the hall, they burst out into hysterical laughter.

"That was the best thing we've ever done!"

"Vexen hates us now!"

"That's why it's even better!"

They fell about, howling with laughter.

--

"Now that you've been separated into groups," said Mr. Strife, "you may start."

Axel grinned at Demyx, who nudged Vexen. Vexen swatted at the other young blond, a slight smile on his face. Resident brainiac of Oblivion High and close personal friend of several professors, Vexen was probably the only person in the class who knew and understood exactly what he was doing. It paid to have smart friends.

"So, Vexy," Demyx began with a bright smile, "Uhm… what are we doing?"

With a patient sigh, Vexen explained. They procured goggles and gloves and aprons from the cabinet and listened as Vexen told them what they were looking for in the chemical reactions.

"Okay, so pour this in here and wait for it to turn green. Got it!" Demyx snapped his gloves on.

"Yes, simply put, that's what we're doing."

"Turning clear liquid to green then to blue? Cool. We can do that." Axel poked at a vial marked 'nitric acid'. Vexen swatted at him.

"Don't touch that unless you like having your skin melted away."

"I do that all the time with fire. Does that count?"

"No. Now put your goggles on."

"They'll mess my hair up."

"I don't care. Put them on."

With a grumble, Axel put his goggles on. "I'm sure I look great now…"

"Sexay," Demyx purred, sticking his tongue out playfully at the redhead. Axel waggled his eyebrows under the goggles.

"Okay, that's enough," said Vexen with a slight blush. It wasn't as if he minded, but the lab was no place for… that.

"Hey, can I start now?" Demyx asked excitedly.

"Be careful," Vexen warned. "I don't want my perfect grade marred by any foolish mistakes."

"Oh, Vexy, relax!"

"I'll relax when you put the chemicals down."

"I'm a pro at this." The blond carefully lifted the vial with gloved fingers and started to pour the contents into the larger beaker.

"Only half," Vexen warned.

"I got this," said Demyx stubbornly.

"I'm sure. Do be careful anyway." Vexen stepped away. "I'll be right back. I must speak with Dr. Strife. Follow the directions carefully!"

"Yes sir, Señor Vexy," said Axel, fussing with his hair and goggles. Vexen narrowed his eyes at the redhead as he turned away. Axel immediately pulled his goggles off.

"So… Dem… do you really know what we're trying to accomplish here?"

"Yup."

"Oh really?"

"Yup."

"Good," the redhead purred, leaning into the blond. Demyx's hand jerked when hot lips pressed to his neck.

"Axel!" he hissed, voice tapering off in a whine. "We're in class. Behave."

"Don't want to," the redhead muttered stubbornly. His arms wound themselves around Demyx's hips, squeezing briefly before sliding forward slowly. The blond froze, a squeak of protest dying in the back of his throat as his face burned. His hand shook ominously, poised over the beaker with the vial between his fingers.

"Stop it!" he whispered furiously, hoping no one was watching their little display.

"Nuh uh."

"Axel!"

"Heh. Scream my name, bitch."

"N-not that I don't lo-love you, but… we're in… AXEL!!"

Demyx's shout was met with an ear-splitting explosion that left the lab filled with copious amounts of black smoke.

Vexen, who had been oh-so-kindly conversing with Dr. Strife, nearly fainted when he saw the smoke billowing from his lab table.

But in all actuality, Strife had to fight not to laugh when he saw the two boys responsible for the explosion, froze in a compromising position, black smeared and caked all over them.

-end-

Sassy: Ja? The thought of Cloud having a doctorate in Chemistry makes me giggle…