Roxas woke again on top of a stool in a shadowed bar with a glass of what he fervently prayed was water and not vodka in front of him. Taking a tentative sip, he was relieved to find that it would, in fact, be legal for him to drink this. Gulping it down eagerly, he glanced around him, and saw that Axel was directly to his left, watching him drink with an amused look on his face with no drink in front of him at all.

"Sorry. I didn't think I'd be able to carry you all the way to your house, so I stopped us off here. Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, a bit. How are we paying for this? I spent all my money at the candy store."

"Well, good. And we'll have to work it off. Mainly you, actually."

"Really?"

"No," Axel replied, smiling. "I actually seduced the woman who owns this place into giving you some water and Band-Aids. But seriously, you'll have to work it off. For me, anyway."

"Uh. Okay. What do I have to do?"

"Sexual favors."

Roxas nearly fell out of his chair. "Excuse me?"

"That's right. Speaking of which, we'd better get to it. A big group of college kids just came in here." With that, Axel scooped up his blonde companion and carried him to the men's bathroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

Roxas grunted as he hit the tile floor hard, watching wide eyed as Axel locked the door and began to swagger over to him, looking slightly malicious. Roxas began his famed butt scoot backwards, and wondered how Axel's almost constant lust seemed to continue to surprise him. Within seconds, Roxas's back hit the wall and Axel was merely inches away from his face. "Axel, we can't," the blonde said, grasping at straws, trying to save himself embarrassment. "There are people out there, and they might hear us-"

"Well, good," Axel said, decidedly, brushing a strand of hair from Roxas's face. Trailing his lips down the side of Roxas's neck, he murmured, "They'll be too drunk to tell anyway." Probably, he mentally amended. Probably.

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Roxas bit back the moan as hard as he could. Goddamn it, he was in public! He should be able to control himself! But he couldn't, and that was why he had let Axel strip him down to his heart patterned boxers and was gripping the red locks to his chest, where said redhead's mouth was sucking on the space adjoining his neck and his shoulder, leaving a large purple mark. Just as he thought that he finally had this problem under control, however, Axel decided to move down to his nipples, sucking on one while twisting the other. Roxas gritted his teeth and rolled his head back, consequently slamming it off of the wall. Wincing in pain as the shock wave rolled through his head, he shoved Axel's mouth away, earning him a surprised raising of the eyebrows. Deciding once again to give in to temptation, Roxas leaped on top of the now even more surprised redhead, kissing him fiercely.

Axel grinned into the kiss. Damn, I'm good, he thought, managing to roll back on top of the blonde and remove his pants at the same time. Licking his way down to the boy's navel he glanced up and saw that Roxas's face was flushed and heated, making the redhead drool all over his belly button. Roxas looked at him, dazed and confused because of lust and a strange overly wet feeling on his midsection. Shaking his head to rid him of his distractions, Axel bit down on the waist band of Roxas's boxers and pulled them down to his knees before his head was practically forced back up to Roxas's erection, which Axel licked lightly.

Roxas moaned and tugged harder on his lover's (yes, he was at that point now) hair, forcing him to go down further(A/N: does that make sense?), which Axel was only to happy to do. Roxas suddenly heard knocking on the door and stopped his moaning, hissing down to the redhead, "Shit. Someone's there."

Axel glanced up at him, and stroking the blonde's inner thigh, said, "And? Do you want to stop?" He began to get up, but Roxas pulled him back down. "No?" the redhead asked. "Good. Now, where were we?"

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The pounding on the door began again just as a completely different sort of pounding was about to begin. Axel groaned and resisted the urge to go out and pummel whoever was interrupting him. Here he was, just seconds from slamming into possibly the cutest, no, sexiest thing he had ever laid eyes on, doll, dream, or otherwise, and some selfish jerk actually wanted to use the bathroom! The nerve of some people, he thought, irritated.

Roxas sighed and sat up. "We should seriously go," he murmured, pulling on his shirt.

"What? Really?" Axel whined, looking up at the blonde.

"Yes, really. I have a bed at home, remember?" Roxas reminded him, pulling on his boxers and pants.

"I am a fan of beds," mused Axel, following suit.

Five minutes later, they were fully dressed and walking out of the bathroom, Axel looking completely normal, Roxas looking very embarrassed, past a very irritated and vomit covered college student and a blonde who was desperately trying to hold up his pink haired friend.

As they walked, Roxas turned and asked, "Where's the candy?"

Axel looked down and mumbled, "Oh yeah. About that. I kind of… ate all of it."

Roxas looked at him, shocked. "All of it?"

"Erm… yeah. Is that bad?" came the sheepish reply.

Roxas chuckled and shook his head. "No. I'm just surprised that you didn't get incredibly sick."

When they reached the house, a good twenty minutes later, Roxas had no energy for anything of a sexual nature, and told Axel just that before closing his bedroom door. Axel cursed his bad luck, but remembered something in his pocket. Sliding it under the door, he murmured, "Happy Valentine's Day, Roxy."

Roxas finished pulling on his pajama shirt and heard a peculiar rolling sound behind him. Turning, he saw a small orb the size of a large marble progressing toward him slowly. It was light blue in color, and Roxas knew that it was the only one of its kind.

"Wow. So you really did win the Struggle tournament," Hayner said, whistling. "That trophy is freaking huge, man."

Roxas grinned and popped off a crystal for him, his friend barely managing to catch it. He did the same for Pence, and after the two had left, he gave the other to Olette. "So," he said, awkward and nervous, "I was wondering. Since we're such good friends and stuff, and I mean, I really like you and stuff, so…"

Olette put a finger to his lips and smiled. "Of course I will," she said, and then she walked away.

Roxas could remember that night all too clearly: holding the blue crystal in his hand, he had grinned and tossed it into the air, catching it and letting out a happy whoop before going home and having his first dream about the strange red haired man whose name he couldn't seem to recall. It was ironic, really- how on the night he finally got up the courage to ask Olette out, he had his first dream about Axel. It was also ironic that Olette had given him the doll that he would cheat on her with. Life was screwy like that sometimes.

Roxas sighed and laid down, still clutching the crystal to his chest. He didn't particularly care how it had gotten here, or how someone had managed to convince Olette to return it- he just cared that it was there, a final memorial to the life he had once led with Olette, a life of normalcy. He knew that if he carried out what he was planning to, he could never go back. He was pretty sure, listening to the red head humming in the next room, that he could live with that, so he crushed the crystal in his hand before dropping off to sleep.

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A/N: So. The second part of the Valentine's Day fic. And it is late. D: Noes!

And I promised a lemon, so you got one. Kind of. D You also saw what Olette gave Axel, and now there is no turning back for dearest Roxy. :O

So, anyhoozle, Kingdom Hearts doesn't belong to me and stuff. So, yeah. :D