A/N: Yar. Thar be fellatio ahead!

By the next morning, Axel was acting like his old self again and it was almost like we both silently took an oath not to talk about our lives beyond the clinic after that night. It was kind of nice not having to deal with it. My fate, as I said, was in someone else's hands and, while that was unnerving to some degree, at least I didn't have to plan it out. Axel, on the other hand, was meeting with all sorts of people now to work out where he'd be living and working. He still didn't seem to want to talk about it much. I'm sure it stressed him out as much as my life did to me. So, instead, we simply just didn't talk about it and things just started to fall back into their normal routines.

'Normal' is used lightly.

For the most part, our healing process was well underway and the staff at Radiant Gardens now wanted us to focus on something else entirely. They wanted us to do something creative. It was, in hopes, that the addicts would indeed find some other outlet they could channel to. I still turned my nose up at it. It happed during our free time before we were sent off to our beds and the staff, at the very least, just wanted us to be present for a few minutes. To try something crafty. I stared bitterly around the rec room, sitting on a bench of what looked like a cafeteria table from a highschool. The worst part of it was that people were actually getting involved in the activities. They really had all sorts of things. I think they pulled out everything they could except the sports equipment because of how dark it was inside. They had instruments that had seen better days placed out, with some of the addicts playing with the keyboard or the beat up and out of tune acoustic guitar. All trying to relive their teenaged dreams of becoming rock stars. The stuff at the tables is what really pissed me off, though. Sure, some of things may have been okay. There were materials for weaving and knitting, some clay for pottery, some dried pine needles by one of the assistants who was teaching a couple of people how to weave a basket... It was the beads, glitter, glue, and construction paper that drove me up the wall. We weren't five. Some of the addicts were well beyond my age and I knew I wasn't five, so they definitely weren't either. There was no way in hell I was going to do "arts and crafts.""Fucking bullshit," I seethed under my breath, already getting told by some overly enthusiastic assistants to join in. I didn't though. I rubbed my temples to prevent the headache I hadn't felt in about a month from coming back. Instead, I watched the others around the room, hating the sounds of the dull safety scissors failing to cut through the paper. The sheer stupidity of it all, not the mindless sounds, was what was causing the headache. The red headed "man" sitting across from me wasn't helping much either.

Axel was having a blast. Or it seemed like he was. His grin was massive as he dumped glitter onto construction paper. I had no idea what he was making, with his various projects strewn about in front of him, and, honestly, I didn't think he knew either. I watched boredly as he fiddled with some red and green paper making some sort of… flower? It took a few seconds for me to stop trying to figure out what the hell Axel had just made and notice that it was almost right in my face. "There ya go, Roxy! Gunna come back to earth and work on some stuff? Thought this would be right up your alley." I snorted a little at the maturity just radiating from the room and shook my head at Axel, who was now walking over to sit next to me opposed to across.

"Thanks," I mumbled anyways, taking the lump of paper Axel had given me and twirled it between his fingers. "I paint though, Axel. I don't glue macaroni to paper plates. There's a difference." I glanced over at Axel in exasperation, who seemed to be listening intently to me as he continued to smile. I suppose him getting used to me taking my frustrations out on him most of the time and my constant rants were the equivalent of me getting used to his highly attractive, but annoying face. "They're treating us like we're in preschool," I continued on anyways, pointing at Axel with the flower he had made me, "And you partaking in this isn't really helping your case on how mature I think you are. I mean, the least they could do it give us real scissors. These safety ones don't cut shit all…"

Axel laughed, as he normally did when I ranted, and put his arm around my shoulders to pull me closer. I didn't push him away for once. I was kicking myself, but it was nice to have some contact that wasn't out of sheer pity. "They won't give us real scissors," he mocked me with air quotes, "in case someone tries to kill themselves. We wouldn't want that." Wouldn't we? "Think of a place for our date?" Again with the date. I rolled my eyes.

"Not a date," I corrected, hiding a smirk when Axel chuckled and shook my shoulder.

"Think of a place for our hanging out like normal people then?" Creepy how he remembered the phrasing I used. "Do you like coffee?" Cliché.

"Coffee's fine. Let's do coffee," I responded dully, tensing up when I felt Axel lean in closer to me.

"If this were a date we would do something amazing." Goosebumps flooded my skin from him whispering in my ear, my cheeks blushing bright. I nudged him in the ribs with my elbow to pull away and rub my ear, glaring at him. He was laughing at me again. Of course.

"Coffee's fine. Don't do that. They're going to think you lost it and are trying to eat my ear or some shit. Or you'll get me in trouble."

"Don't wanna be stuck in 'detention' with me?" Axel grinned as I turned away from him, still rubbing my ear. I hated when he did that. I really can't explain it, but it just made me feel funny. I hated it. "You should really lighten up and have fun, Rox. I bet you're even cuter when you give a real smile."

"Hard to smile in a place like this," I retorted, grabbing a few sheets of paper to get Axel to shut up about having fun and stuff along those lines. Sometimes I swore he should've been a staff member. "I still find this offensive," I muttered, tearing the pieces of papers into squares before beginning to fold them, "and you really suck at making roses. If that's what you made." I actually couldn't suppress the smile that came from seeing Axel's stunned face as I held my rose out to him. Maybe he was shocked that I actually participated or was insulted that I mocked his origami skills, but either way it was amusing. He shifted his eyes over to me and chuckled again, grabbing my wrist to pull me up.

"You wanna have fun?" He mumbled to me, waving his arm to get Mrs. Hunt's attention. "We need to piss!" He hollered across the room, earning a blushing face from me and a pissed off look from Hunt as she waved the two of us away. Fun? In the bathroom? If that's where we were really going. Oh, that sounded thrilling. Trying to keep my mind out of the gutter, my stomach knotted up. I was hoping Axel wasn't stupid enough to get us caught with whatever we were doing. I had a feeling where this was going and, a few weeks ago, I think I would've stabbed Axel right then and there. But now I was following him. Half my mind trying not to think dirty, messed up thoughts and the other half cheering me on.

I watched dumbly as Axel pushed open the door, making sure no one was in the tiny space, and pull me in. He locked the door behind us and, when I was about to ask what we were doing, one part of me still scrambling to feign innocence, I was pushed against the wall, Axel's lips on mine. I, naturally, froze. Even though I was hoping for and dreading this moment, willingly and unwillingly expecting it, it was shocking how gentle Axel was. I hesitantly closed my eyes when Axel cupped my cheek in his obscenely warm hand and began to kiss back a little at a time. He pulled away finally, resting his forehead against mine. "I like when you smile…" I sneered a little at that comment, my heart pounding in my chest though as butterflies began forming in my stomach. "And I've been wanting to do this for weeks…"

Axel gently tangled his fingers into my hair and kissed me again, harder this time, with more meaning. By now, my brain was growing fuzzy and all I could really focus on was Axel and the jolts reaching the tips of my nerve endings. When he pulled our bodies flush together, I think I lost all sanity. I was gripping at his shirt to pull him closer and kissing back just as easily, allowing him access to my mouth. He pulled back just enough to litter kisses down along my jaw and to my neck, allowing me to pant stupidly from the kissing that didn't seem to take all of his breath like it did mine. He trailed his kisses back up to my ear, biting down gently before nuzzling me. "You taste amazing, Roxas…" The way he said my name, the hiss of the 's,' sent shivers up my spine and a small groan escaped my lips. "Does everywhere taste that good? I can make you feel amazing as I find out…" He laughed lowly in my ear, planting one last hot kiss on my mouth before stepping back entirely. "We should get back, though. You have crafts to do!" I heard myself automatically whine when Axel pulled back, the heat leaving my body entirely. This wasn't fair. I glared a little, blinking in confusion as Axel stepped towards the door. He wasn't serious was he? No, he wasn't. That shit eating grin on his face told me it was my turn in the game. I would've loved to see the look on Axel's face if I chose to go back to the crafts. The look of shock and maybe even horror. But my logical side of the brain, the one that liked to make Axel suffer, wasn't really working.

"Fuck the crafts," I hissed, lacing my fingers with Axel's to drag him out of the bathroom. I was working solely on instincts, but I didn't care. It wasn't fair for Axel to do all of that and then just stop. I knew the bastard was smirking smugly as I pulled him along the hall towards our room. I forced Axel against the door when it was closed behind us, courage (and libido) instantly flooding me when I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him down to my height. Instantly, I kissed him. Probably a little too roughly, maybe a little too desperately, but this asshole drove me fucking mad. I mentally rolled my eyes when Axel hummed in approval, his warm hands sliding up and down my sides before lightly groping my ass. It was probably then when the light bulb went off in my head.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled quickly, pinching the bridge of my nose after I had stopped the kissing. I took a few steps back with a heavy sigh, making my way over to my bed as I shook my head. "I'm sorry," I repeated, looking up at Axel who seemed confused and disappointed. "We really can't do this. At all. We're not on anyone's good sides, Axel."

Axel's disappointment was wiped off his face and it was replaced by that fucking cocky smirk again. This time, it twisted my stomach into knots. "Oh, Roxy…" He said in a sing-song voice, walking over to me and slowly pushing me down to lay on my back. He put his hands on either side of my head, his green eyes absolutely glowing with mischief. "We're here to get better. What's wrong with us helping each other… release some frustration?" I swallowed loudly when he used one hand to tilt my chin up to brush his lips teasingly against mine. Fuck I wanted him. Hell, I wanted anything to get rid of the raging hard on I had right now and Axel was the perfect means. Besides, after all the shit I had to put up from life, this clinic, and him I deserved this! "Anyways, who's going to know? Unless you're a screamer."

I watched the green eyes trail down my body, the grin growing when his line of sight reached my crotch. He shot his eyes back up to mine. "I didn't mean to get you all hot and bothered. I'm sorry." I snorted at his half assed apology, slipping my eyes closed when I felt his hand trail down my chest, stomach, hips, and finally, god yes, the area so desperately needing attention. "Want me to fix it?"

"You're evil…" was all I could manage when he began fondling me. I gripped the sheets as I tried to sort my thoughts and my logical side was losing. Fast. Hell, it'd been losing since the day I had met Axel. Logic really had no meaning with this guy. My hips shifted against their will, trying to get more friction and I decided that it had been way too long since I've been with someone like this. After all, I did say I deserved this.

Axel chuckled against the skin on my neck at my statement, goosebumps littering my skin and a shiver going down my spine. I knew he was making marks - little red blotches that'll only be darker later - but I didn't care. He could've probably used a marker to draw a dick on my face and I wouldn't care, because all of my inhibitions melted away when his hand actually slipped into my pants. The contact of skin on skin caused me to gasp, my mind simply blanking.

I was okay with this. I was so okay with this…

But Axel wasn't. His kissing when down my neck and to my collar bone. Lifting up my shirt, he continued. My chest, stomach, hips, and oh god, yes, right there.

I had no idea how he did it, but my body instantly gave up and gave in to its own instincts, rendering 'Logical Roxas' utterly useless. Okay, I've had a blowjob before, but this. I hated giving Axel credit, but he knew what he was doing. Of course he knew what he was doing. To be honest, I felt like I was on cloud nine. Apparently, it didn't really look like it. I heard Axel hum a little around me, making me groan, as he reached his hand up to gently clutch the hand I had firmly fisted into the sheets. As he laced our fingers together, I noticed that I was shaking and my fingers were oddly cold compared to his. But, just like everything else, it didn't matter. All that mattered was Axel. Axel's mouth, hand, skin, body, heat. His eyes, his stupid smile, his hair…

When I felt myself hit the back of his throat, the muscles constricting around me as he swallowed, I dropped my head to the side with a shaking breath. This was unbelievable. What was I doing? I was letting some drug addict suck me off, but it was incredible and I knew I was getting close. "Please…" I whispered, shocking myself because I really hadn't intended to speak. To beg. I was expecting Axel to make some sort of jab at me because of my feeble voice, but I'm sure it was hard with my dick in his mouth. Thank god. I tangled my hand into the mess of red hair, I could feel the tight burning and coiling sensation beneath my navel. The buzzing pleasure. Every nerve was heightened and I was losing it. "Axel…" I whispered, tugging his hair a little, causing him to groan a little deep in his throat.

If I had any dignity left, it was gone now. Moans and gasps were pouring from my lips. My hips were rocking. I was clenching the sheets again. "I can't…" I choked out finally, Axel's hand trailing up my stomach in a quiet answer. I felt the heat coiling inside of me and I welcomed and dreaded it at the same time. My body, unfortunately, betrayed me. My body trembled, my back arched, and stars were shooting off behind my closed eyes. My hand was firmly planted over my mouth to avoid any cries I may have released because, really, the last thing I needed was an assistant running in here to see this. My heart was fluttering behind my rib cage, but, fuck I felt so fucking good right now. And, brave, apparently, because as soon as Axel swallowed and stood up to deal with himself, I took the opportunity to return the favour he had given me.

That was a blur.

"Well that was fun. I didn't even have to wine and dine you…" Axel said, finally, the silence between us breaking. I was almost asleep when he spoke up, still enjoying the afterglow - Axel apparently not doing the same. I thought I had done a good job on him, too. That was painfully evident because, even though I wasn't sure if I couldn't really remember going down on him or if I was just choosing to ignore it, I could still taste the ever present flavour of cum in my mouth.

I sighed, shifting a little and tucking an arm under my head. It was hard to make room on such a small bed, but Axel apparently wasn't going to leave. "I don't put out on the first date…" I whispered back, smirking when Axel draped an arm across me. "This wasn't a date."

"Oh, right…" Axel chuckled quietly, reaching out to turn off the lamp with a yawn. "I'll go back to my bed later… Before morning…" I just nodded and drifted off to sleep, really not caring at all if he was there or not. I changed my mind in the morning.

A/N: The chapter fell apart at the end. My excuse? School sucks. That is all.