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-16 Years Prior-:-The Second Year-

"You always make me so happy~" he cuddled against his fiery lover.

"You make me 'happy' too…" Axel purred seductively in response, sliding his hand up the boy's leg.

"Pervert," Roxas blushed a deep crimson.

"You don't mean that…"

"No, I mean it," he smiled softly. "I just still love you~" they kissed, softly at first, but steadily increasing in passion and lust until Axel had positioned himself over the boy, tracing his fingers over Roxas' neck like spiders legs, just barely touching the skin, but in a way that gave the blonde chills nonetheless.

"You're so cute…"

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Roxas squirmed uncomfortably at the tantalizing touches on his sensitive neck.

"We've been through this…"

"Axel, no!" Roxas shrieked, trying to worm out of the bed.

"C'mere, you!" Axel pounced on him like a hungry lion on a wounded gazelle.

Roxas struggled, trying to break free, screaming for his lover to release him. He knew that calling for help wouldn't do anything; as far as Roxas knew, they were alone in this world. He was at Axel's mercy every second of the day (and, quite often, the night), and they would be here for an eternity… After a moment, his entire body relaxed, his eyes glazing over in pleasure. "I love you…"

He mewled, drooling a little as he began involuntarily bucking his hips into Axel's fast-paced roughly stroking hand. Roxas gasped and purred as he quickly found relief. Axel licked his fingertips sexily, gratefully swallowing the sticky milk-like fluid. "You're quick today, Roxas… Not that I'm complaining. You taste delicious…"

Roxas was painting for breath as Axel began stroking him again, aiming to stimulate a certain pleasure center at the base of Roxas' underside. He used his spider-touches to run down the vein and rub that spot that only Roxas seemed to have accumulated a vast number of nerves on. Axel had found his sweet spot, and was fully, smugly aware of it. "Bastard…" he snapped, but his face softened with pleasure as Axel possessively touched every inch of Roxas that he could easily reach. "Ah… ah—"

"How does it feel, my love?"

"Don't joke around!" Roxas blushed, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip until it started to bleed, trying to avoid giving in to Axel's lecherous touch. He wouldn't give his red-haired lover what he wanted, not when he didn't deserve it. Roxas decided this with the intent to punish Axel for touching him without his consent, but Roxas was slowly beginning to feel like he was the only one suffering at the moment.

"Tell me how it feels…"

"You know it feels good!" Axel would do these dirty things just to hear Roxas cry out his name. Unfortunately, Axel knew the boy's body extremely well, knowing exactly where and how to touch. Axel had the advantage, and he knew it.

"Then why not scream my name? You know how arousing I think that is…" his lips brushed the boy's ear as he breathed the hot, wet words seductively. Axel slipped his tongue into Roxas' ear, making the younger boy shriek and force the elder's mouth from his ears.

"Because I refuse to let you win like this! You're MOLESTING ME!"

"Pity. You know that such words don't matter anymore, love. If you don't want me around, why would you visit me at sundown daily for six months after you died?"

"Sometimes I doubt my sanity at the time I chose to do that!" he hissed softly.

"Why take me to be with you in your 'beautiful world where we will be free to love each other'?"

"I expected you to be romantic and caring like you were when you were alive! Like the first time! You're just a lusty child molester now! You treat me like I'm just your sex toy, a place to spill your seed!"

"I can't help it that I'm a guy. At my age, men have four mindsets: trying to get laid, getting laid, sleeping after getting laid, and hunger. Being spirits, we don't need to worry about being hungry… therefore the only thing on my mind is nailing you."

"Only you could give a speech on sex like that…"

"All I want is to hear you call my name. Then I'll stop."

Roxas shrieked as one of Axel's fingers 'tested' him. "No! Nn! Ah—" he squirmed and thrashed, but that only moved the 'test' deeper into him. Tears ran down his cheeks. "Stop it!"

"I could be worse… I could be one of those guys that tell their lovers in detail what they want to do to you… Like how badly I want to pound my ~~~ hard into your ~~~ until you ~~~ when I ~~~ all over your body, worn out from all our ~~~…"

Roxas' eyes widened in fear as Axel murmured the dirty descriptions of what Roxas foresaw as his possible future if this didn't stop soon. "Please don't, Axel…" he begged quietly. "I'm scared!"

"Say my name again… just once more…" Axel was up to three fingers at this point, which meant testing was nearly over, but when the tests ended… the sex began.

"Axel! Axel Axel Axel Axel Axel AXEL!" he sobbed.

Axel kissed him, realization washing over his face of just how cruel he had just been to the one he loved. Guilty at the pure terror he had ignited within the poor boy… he whispered softly to him. "Good boy. I'm sorry… you deserve better… I'm so sorry, Roxas…"

Roxas clung to him. "Don't go! Don't disappear again! Sleep with me…"

"You just told me to stop."

"Because you didn't ask first… you were hurting me… you're all better now…"

"You're a strange one, Roxas."

Roxas pouted. "Fine! If you don't want sex, I won't offer!"

"Roxas, don't…" Axel sighed.

"Good night, Axel," he growled angrily before he evaporated into thin air.

"He forgot what tonight is. Of course."

-A Few Days Later-

Roxas yawned, opening his eyes. "That's odd… I don't remember falling asleep last night…"

He realized he was asleep on the couch with a blanket on. There was a note on the coffee table, a rose taped poorly to it, (Roxas could just imagine the intense battle that must have ensued between Axel and the roll of tape), as well as a vase full of roses.

-Roxas,

I found you asleep on the kitchen floor last night, you nut. You left the refrigerator door open, btw. Why do we even have a kitchen and a refrigerator when we don't need to eat? And where does that food come from? Do you go grocery shopping when I'm not looking? …if you do, we need mayonnaise.

Anyway… I moved you to the couch and covered you in a warm blanket so you wouldn't catch cold. (I hope I wasn't too late… who knows how long you were unconscious in front of that fridge… long enough for the cold to wake me up in the bedroom…). You're lucky you're cute.

Here are roses. It's been three years exactly since the day you and I met. See? I can be romantic, just like you wanted. I went back to bed, assumed you were mad at me because you weren't there in the first place. Wake me up if you need anything.

Love,

Axel-

Roxas blushed. "How sweet…"

He snuck into the bedroom and cuddled up beside Axel in the bed.

"Axel?" he whispered. "Are you awake?"

Axel groaned, stirring. "I am now…"

"Sorry."

Axel rolled over, his eyes still tired, giving him a weak, weary smile. "It's alright, love," he kissed his forehead. "You're cute, so I'll forgive you this time…" his voice was hoarse and scratchy, and Roxas felt kind of bad for waking him now. There were dark circles under his eyes: Axel obviously hadn't been sleeping well lately.

Trying to hide the worry in his tone with sarcasm, Roxas put his fingertip to Axel's nose. "Did you have a good, clean fight against the tape last night?"

"Hell no! That tape never plays fair. You gotta believe me, Rox… that tape's got it out for me."

"I'm sure that you have many inanimate objects with grudges against you, Axel."

"Thanks for the support, Roxas… I appreciate it…" he grumbled, rolling over again to face his back to his lover.

Roxas sat up, pouting. "Don't be a sourpuss…"

"I'm tired," Axel muttered. "Sorry for snapping at you… I'm still half-asleep…"

Roxas lay over Axel, embracing him as his face nuzzled the redhead's shoulder. "Mm… I love you, Axel… Thank you for the roses, though. I loves them vedy much… They're absolutely beautiful."

Axel turned to face him, a smirk on his visibly more awake face. "Just like your little fantasy world of love and romance?"

Roxas growled, sitting up and turning his back on his lover in a huff. "Don't make fun of me for wanting a lover who's romantic and wonderful. I'm stuck with you. I can at least pretend that you're actually in love with me and don't just want me as your personal sex slave. I can dream that maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way about me as I feel about you. I'm living off the fantasy that when we kiss, it means something more to you than 'foreplay.'"

Axel sat up behind him, sensually massaging his young lover's shoulders. "Roxas, I love you… You know that… Do you remember when we first met? From the moment I saw you, I was swept off my feet. You had something special… I had never wanted anyone or anything so badly in my entire life… I love you, Roxas… C'mere."

He hesitated before turning slightly to allow Axel to capture his lips in a delicate kiss. "Axel… I do love you…" he sighed, smiling warmly. "Even if you're not the perfect, romantic guy of my dreams, you'll always be the loving, handsome man of my reality."

Axel grinned. "And you aren't the hot, busty woman of my wet dreams, rather the whiney, anti-sex boy of my nightmares."

Roxas slapped his shoulder furiously. "Asshole!"

"I'm kidding… You're in my wet dreams too, love…"

Roxas hissed, trying to break free from Axel's arms. "You're disgusting!"

Axel kissed him. "I can't help it. You turn me on…"

The blonde growled at Axel's kisses trailed under his chin and down his throat until he shuddered. "Axel?"

"Yes, love?" Axel replied quietly. His mouth was amorously exploring Roxas' exposed skin, undressing the boy as he progressed lower.

"You… love me… right…?"

"That's right, sweetheart."

Roxas blushed as Axel's tongue lapped at his nipple experimentally for the first time since their first night together when Roxas had hurriedly rejected the action, tense at the strange sensation. Roxas squirmed uncomfortably, and Axel immediately stopped.

"Does that still bother you? Alright. I won't do that again… I was just checking."

"Axel… not there, but… near my collar… that feels nice…"

"Here?" Axel brushed his lips across one of his collarbones. Roxas' breath hitched, and Axel took that as a sign to continue, lapping with his tongue between the two bones, causing the younger to moan softly.

Roxas couldn't choke out a response, so he hurriedly nodded to confirm and encourage the action. He felt the rest of his clothes practically melt away from his skin as Axel cautiously removed each garment. "A-ax-el?" he was able to piece together. "Wh-at are y-you going to d-o?"

"Nothing… I'm just exploring, that's all. I need you to tell me what feels good and what doesn't, alright?"

"O-ok-ay…"

Eventually, Roxas could not hold back his release, and Axel gratefully lapped up the substance from his hand, swallowing every last drop of the sweet sin as he looked deeply into the turquoise pools of Roxas' eyes. He licked his lips. "Roxas… Did I scare you?"

Roxas threw his arms around the man's neck at sobbed. "I love you…"

"Don't cry, Roxas, my love… Shh…" Axel stroked his hair soothingly. "You're safe. It's okay now…"

"Axel… I love you… I love you!"

"Why don't we get cleaned up and take a little nap, all cuddled up together. Sound good?"

"…yes," he sniffled as Axel kissed away his tears.

Axel smiled. 'Thanks, Ollette, Sora, Nomura… I appreciate the roses!'

Ollette suddenly twitched, feeling something chilly. Sora raised an eyebrow. "You sense a disturbance in the Force, 'Lette?"

"Shut up! I just… got a feeling… That Axel was thanking us for this year."

*singsong* Ollette's gotta feeling
That Axel thanked them for this year
That Axel thanked them for this year
Yeah, that Axel thanked them for this damn yeaaar...

Ollette is apparently... a Jedi?

Decided that with the addition of the clock monument detail, I'm going to mess around with the epilogue... Therefore it's a bit of a-not-really-an-epilogue-but-not-quite-a-sequel-because-they're-kinda-dead.

If you've actually stuck with me this far, I will reward you with your choice of fluffy epilogue or lemon epilogue ending. Reviews to tell me where to go from here: I still have another two parts to cover before the epi-end, so I can do either or.

Where do they get that food anyway? And why don't they have any more mayo?