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Sorry this has taken so long... some things have been going on in my life that has made writing in general really difficult... lost inspiration I suppose...

But here it is :)

I tried!

Hope it sounds as good as I thought it did!

Thanks to Sammy Dee, Ayden Silverflame, and Loves to Read :) You really helped a lot!

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Ten Reasons Why I'm Stupid:

A list by Cloud Strife

1. I just watched a red headed stalker rush into my office to do God knows what to my brother, and I can only stand here and watch with a vague smile on my face even though I just know something dirty is going to happen. Note to self: Have someone else clean the office after work today.

2. I never passed my science class but because Leon talked to the teacher my 65 suddenly became a 72…

3. I never actually thanked him for that.

4. I am a slave to my father's shop and instead of setting the good example and getting the hell away from the stupid place, I've instead become the manager for it, giving the silent ok for the rest of the family to do the same. And people wonder why Roxas always comes back when he quits…

5. I often push doors when it says pull.

6. When Roxas got onto me about Leon I couldn't help but be rude even though once again I've set a bad example when it comes to relationships; even when doomed to failure I can't just stay the hell away.

7. I've been sleeping over at Leon's. In his bed. Right next to him. Clinging like a damn baby. And I don't want to stop.

8. Whenever he tries to talk I change the subject or pretend to be asleep because I can't stand the idea of talking because I'm scared of what we'll say.

9. I trip upstairs.

10. I just tried to pull a door that says push…

Cloud eased into the house slowly, checking to make sure that Leon's crazy, psychotic parents that hated his guts weren't home. The car hadn't been in the driveway when he'd pulled up but the last time he'd shown up he'd been hit "accidently" with a dustpan by Leon's dear old mother, and he didn't want to risk another injury.

And after he talked with Leon, he was sure that a dustpan hitting him would be the least of his worries.

There was the smell of pasta and some sort of herb coming from the kitchen that lured Cloud to his boyfriend who stood poised at the stove with a stirring spoon and an oven mitt. He'd actually bothered to attempt to cook something for their dinner date, but it was apparent that he had no idea what he was doing. Frowning over the ingredients, Leon barely acknowledged his presence as Cloud kissed him lightly on the cheek and grabbed a stool.

"Dinner is in 5 minutes." Leon said informatively, hardly glancing over as Cloud shifted awkwardly in his seat. Cloud shook his head at that; he wasn't staying for dinner anyway.

"I've got Roxas saving me some at home." He replied, his heart panging slightly as Leon gave him a curious glance before frowning and looking back at the pasta. Of course, he didn't care enough to ask why Roxas was saving him anything… he would just be annoyed that Cloud wasn't staying.

"Why bother to come if you weren't going to stay and eat?" Leon asked in a deadly soft tone. Cloud awkwardly fidgeted on his stool and looked down at the ground.

"Because I've got some things I need to say, ok?" He said softly, not entirely sure if Leon could hear him. Len did hear him, however, and the tone he heard made his heart freeze. Setting down the spoon he faced Cloud with a raised eyebrow.

"Ok, spill." He said. Cloud sighed softly and rubbed his face, running his fingers through his immaculate hair and attempting to squash the butterflies rushing through his stomach. This felt all wrong; painful and sickening, but he knew he had to do it.

"I've… been thinking, and-"

"Don't hurt yourself." Leon retorted blandly with a dry smile, trying to bring some comic relief into the situation but failing miserably. Scowling, Cloud stood up and unthinkingly knocked the stool onto the ground. Leon, a little surprised, raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.

"Careful there, don't dent the linoleum." Cloud glowered and clenched his fists. Leon didn't even seen to care that he was angry and worked up, his emotionless face breaking his heart with every second that it remained stoic and uncaring.

He'd had enough.

"Dammit, I can't do this! It's over, ok?! I'm done with you, and I'm breaking up with you! I can't take this stupid relationship anymore because you know what?! It's not a relationship! I'm the one who loves you, you just want a damn good fuck, and I don't want to be that anymore! I'm sick and tired of it! It's done. I'm done." Angrily, Cloud moved away from Leon and began making his way to the living room so that he could make a quick and dramatic exit like he usually was pretty good at.

Leon wouldn't have that, though.

Cloud hardly felt it as Leon grabbed his arm and whirled him around to face him with flashing, furious eyes. He looked close to cutting somebody, and it made Cloud briefly wonder if Roxas was acutally having an influence on his now ex-boyfriend.

Something else in his eyes made Cloud hopeful though; it was a look of determination and anger, a look of something that was more than just someone who wanted a quick fuck. It looked like Leon was about to fight, and never let go, like he actually cared enough to want Cloud to stay. It was a look that seemed as close to love as Leon was humanly possible of showing, and it was something that took the breath from Cloud's lungs.

His lips parted, and Cloud felt hope rise within him. This would show him. This would show him just how much Leon cared.

"If you were going to break up with me, you could have just called."

Roxas heard the person closing the door, and he instantly felt danger lurking. How did he feel danger lurking? How did he just know that something life altering was about to happen? Call it his seventh sense, the sixth being he knew when Axel was in a certain distance from him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end and he looked up blearily from his sleeping position on the desk, the pain in his head more like a dull throb than mind blowing agony. As he peered through the gloom Roxas felt a little chill run through him when he saw who it was standing in the silhouette of the doorway. Call it fear or call it attraction, Roxas couldn't say. All he knew was that every single dream he'd ever had of Axel suddenly went rushing through his head as disgust rippled down his spine.

"What are you doing here?" Roxas demanded as he stood up, the rolling chair sliding back. Axel didn't answer and instead turned on the light, bathing the room in cheap fluorescence. Roxas felt a little uneasy at the way that Axel turned to regard him, almost like he was half amused and half turned on. Something told him to run, and run far, far away, but Roxas couldn't bring himself to leave. His muscles weren't cooperating.

"Axel, will you just get the hell out of-"

"Why Roxas… don't you want to know what happened on our date?" Axel raised an eyebrow and slowly sauntered over to the desk, his words snapping Roxas's jaw shut with a snap. Feeling his face turn red, Roxas fumbled for some sort of response, his fuzzy and throbbing brain unable to come up with something remotely intelligent that could counter Axel's statement. Did he want to know what happened? Hell yes he wanted to know!

"There's nothing to tell… nothing happened." Roxas informed him shakily, hating how Axel's smirk widened and a knowing glint entered his eyes.

"Are you sure of that?" He purred, fingers sliding along the desk as he moved around it and made his way over to Roxas, his cat-like grin growing. Instinctively, Roxas backed up, moving away from the potential threat and almost falling over his feet as he did so. What the hell was Axel up to? Roxas's mind scrambled to figure out his motive.

"Yes-" Hearing the squeak in his voice Roxas glared. "I mean, yes. Nothing happened." Axel continued to slowly move closer though as if Roxas hadn't spoken, his steps sure, confidant, and smooth. Roxas stumbled and fell back into the computer chair, and fear rushed through his system as Axel calmly placed his hands on either side of the chair and leaned in, his acidic green eyes trapping Roxas in place.

His scent suddenly washed over Roxas, the mix of cigarettes and curve as intoxicating as alcohol as he inhaled a mouthful of it and suddenly couldn't move. Axel's lips curved up and it hit Roxas then that Axel had to be one of the sexiest men he'd ever seen.

He was so going to hell for thinking that.

"Because I think," Axel leaned in, trapping Roxas between the chair and his body and brushed his cheek against Roxas's jaw, breath washing across his neck and causing shivers to jump up his spine. "I think that something did happen…" Panicked, Roxas jerked away and scrambled from the computer chair, arms flailing and face flushed.

"Get the hell away from me!" He snapped, the death glare not as strong as before. His resolve was weakening, and Roxas hated himself for it. He hated how Axel merely calmly pushed the chair out of the way and folded his arms, the lust and arrogance still dominating his face.

"I just came in here to talk." He said calmly, his lips curling up wolfishly.

"You're a damn liar." Roxas snapped. He could hardly think he was so confused, his thoughts rushing around and the blood pounding in his ears.

"My, my my… aren't we touchy?" Axel drawled with a smirk. Roxas's blood boiled underneath the surface of his skin and he felt his fists clench tightly.

"You haven't seen touchy yet!"

The words flew from his lips unbidden, and in the time it took to breathe Roxas felt his breath being stolen as Axel was suddenly right in front of him, hands splayed on either side of his head as he pressed himself as close as he could.

Oh God.

"No," Axel agreed, and his smirk grew as he leaned in, his eyes level with Roxas's as he winked. "But I can fix that."

And then suddenly he couldn't breathe at all.

Axel moved his hands from the wall to Roxas's cheeks as he tilted his head up and cradled his face, fingers pressed tightly against his skin, holding him in place as he forcefully molded his lips against Roxas's. Surprised, Roxas moved to push him away but somehow when the command was sent from his brain to his arms the message was messed up. Roxas went from pushing against Axel's chest to clinging tightly to his shirt, a soft whimper falling from his lips as he breathed in and Axel's tongue was suddenly in his mouth, invading his senses and overpowering his control.

It was like he was everywhere; the heat rushing off of him in waves that were consuming and dizzying, the scent that was intoxicating and heady, the lips that were soft but firm as they pressed themselves against Roxas's with a passion that was almost painful. It was like he'd fallen into a black hole, a void that took everything but him away until all that Roxas knew was him, all that Roxas could care about what him, and all that Roxas wanted was him.

Something snapped within him.

And then he was kissing back.

Roxas barely registered that his hands were moving from Axel's shirt to his hair until he felt thick, smooth silk running through his fingers, surprise making him inwardly squirm as Axel let out a low groan of pleasure, lips hot and full as he tried to take back the total control he'd had, but something in Roxas wouldn't let him keep it. Fighting back he tightened his grip on the hair wound through his fingers and deepened the kiss, unsurprised when Axel moaned again, pushing himself as close as he could, heat overpowering and intoxicating.

A battle ensued, both men fighting for dominance, Roxas forcing himself as close as he could, pushing his tongue between Axel's lips and then pulling it back sharply as Axel playfully nipped it and grinned against his mouth.

He tasted of cigarettes and red hot gum. Roxas greedily breathed it in, head tilted as far back as it could go, body arched against Axel's to keep the space from growing between them. He felt alive, electricity rushing across his skin as Axel let warm hands travel down from his face to snake around his waist and back, tugging him even closer and breaking the kiss to let his lips work their magic along his jaw line and down his neck.

"Too… short…" Axel groaned against Roxas's neck, a smirk growing over his lips as Roxas gasped and tried to regain the ability to breathe as he jerked against Axel's steadily growing erection.

"What- are… you talking ab-" His words broke off as he felt a hot, heavy hand rest a little low on his hips, and he repressed the desire to groan. His breathing was shaky, unsteady as Axel slid his lips alongside his neck and pressed teasing, biting kisses along his ear as his fingers trailed a scorching path down his hip and slowly closer to his zipper. A low hiss passed his lips as Axel bit his neck and then broke away from Roxas to reach around him and grab a hold of his hips, tugging him closer.

"What the hell are you-" Before Roxas could finish his sentence Axel once again attacked him, lips bruising and forceful as he stole the breath from his lungs and invaded his mouth with a sharp, heady taste that was all consuming and left him seeing stars. As he pulled back to snap something that would be violent, insulting, and crude, Axel merely chased him back until he was flush against the wall, the grip on his hips tightening into something that was almost painful, so painful that it sent sparks of pleasure racing up his spine.

"Give me something," Axel groaned against his skin as he pushed himself closer, "C'mon, I know you can…" He bit and sucked and caressed him with every inch of his body, green eyes closed in ecstasy as Roxas trembled against him and let out short, choppy breaths that was nothing compared to how he usually was.

"What… are… you talking… about…" He breathed, fighting back the moan that was building with the heat that was practically being forced upon him.

"Too… short…" It was like Axel wasn't even listening, the subject of his words changing with each second. Instead, he slid his hands farther down and wrapped them around Roxas's legs as he attacked him again, stealing his breath away.

Somehow, Roxas went from annoyed to seriously aroused.

Things rushed past his closed eyes, flashes of actions he could hardly stop. One moment he was pressed against the wall, fighting to stand up right, and the next thing he knew his legs were wrapped tightly around Axel's waist as the red head tugged the buttons of his shirt off with skillful, long fingers that brushed against his chest and made him arch his back to meet warm, wanting lips. His breathing was soft gasps and low, half strangled moans that he fought to keep down as he was tortured slowly.

"Tell me you want me." Axel begged against his skin as he worked his way down Roxas's stomach, pushing his erection against the bottom of Roxas's pants, making him squirm and gasp under his breath with enough loss of control to make the heat consume Axel entirely. Without even thinking, he rolled his hips up and pressed against his uke as hard as he could, trying to quell the fast rising tide that threatened to pull him under.

"I-I- w-want-" Roxas's voice broke off as he let out a gasp and then a loud, agonized moan as he clenched Axel's back tightly and bucked against his erection, eliciting a similar sound from the man pressing him against the wall and holding him so tightly. Greedily, Axel pressed against him harder and grinded slightly, breathing in the moan and happily accepting the instinctive rocking he received in return that made his knees threaten to give. Kissing him forcefully Axel let his hands slide up the nearly shirtless blonde and wrap around his slim waist so that he could have full control as he pressed up again and grinned against a forced gasp.

"God, I want to fuck you so badly." Axel groaned as he broke away from the kiss.

Time froze.

Oh hell.

Hell no.

Blue eyes flew open in shock and Roxas found himself looking face to face with a hazy eyed red head, his lips parted in desire. Lust and desire swam in his head like sharks in a feeding frenzy, leaving him breathless and dizzy, but Axel's words and the look on his face was enough to slap the haze right out of his system as he began struggling against the red head, pushing against him and releasing his legs from around his hips. The red head, stunned, stumbled back as Roxas shoved him violently away and caught his bearing, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed.

"Wh-what the-" Axel blustered as he caught himself on the back of the chair. Roxas glared at him venomously.

"Stay the hell away from me." He growled, fingers shakily finding the buttons to his shirt and attempting to re-button it. Axel, dazed and confused, started to move closer, but when he came into arm's length, Roxas darted out of his way and moved to the other side of the room.

"I said, stay the hell away from me." He snapped, successfully buttoning his shirt and attempting to right his askew apron and mussed up hair.

"Where did this come from?" Axel demanded as he stepped even closer, ignoring the angry, violent look growing in Roxas's eyes. He was turned on, dazed, and had just been kicked to the curb by a moaning, panting uke that now looked suicidal. It was like a little foreplay, teasing and tantalizing him to the point where he wanted to take him on the computer desk, and the look on said uke's face was enough to make Axel want to do it, be damned the consequences.

If said uke wasn't about to castrate him, it would have been a little kinky to do.

"Why in the hell did you think that this would be ok?!" Roxas demanded shakily, the violent glint in his eye starting to grow. Axel, shocked, felt his jaw drop, and he threw his hands up in frustration.

"Gee, I don't know, maybe it was the fact that you were moaning and matching me pace for pace like you wanted more?!" He laughed bitterly. "You can't tell me that you didn't enjoy that!" Roxas, infuriated, closed the distance and promptly back handed the redhead, the sharp smack! Reverberating through the room and making his knuckles sting with the vengeance of bees stinging him repeatedly. He pretended it didn't hurt though, and merely glared his famous kill-you-and-bury-the-body kind of glare that he was famous for.

"I didn't enjoy a damn thing." Roxas hissed. Axel, head turned and lips pursed, slowly turned his head back and he looked down, cheek smarting a red, angry color, and eyes burning brightly. He raised an eyebrow challengingly, an instead of walking away like a smart man would, he merely smirked and shrugged.

"Liar." He said with finality, voice neutral, tones perfectly calm. Roxas, infuriated beyond belief, brought his hand up to back hand the sex-deprived idiot once more, but Axel grabbed his hand mid-swing.

"What the hell are you-"

Before Roxas could finish his sentence though, Axel shoved his lips forcefully against the blondes' cutting off his words with a sharp gasp and lowering the boy's hand to his side. Molding his mouth against tense, unyielding lips, Axel slowly and sensually attempted to make Roxas loosen up, his fingers tingling with the desire to touch him and worship him the only way he knew how to.

Sex.

Roxas resisted, his fists clenched by his sides and eyes open, but when Axel lifted a slow, cautious hand to his cheek and cradled his face tenderly, he could feel his eyes sliding closed and the tenseness about his mouth lessening. It was like Axel was trying to make an effort to keep things clean and simple, his kisses slow and easy, the kind of thing that seemed like he actually cared. He was delving deep, trying to see past the angry blonde that was always spitting hateful words at people, trying to understand him.

The urge to resist was fading, fast, and a sudden self-loathing took over Roxas's heart, turning his feelings fast from Axel and making him lift a hand to physically push himself away. Stumbling back, he hit the wall and glared angrily at the red head that was watching him with suddenly all knowing green eyes.

Roxas hated those eyes, he decided right then. They knew entirely too much.

"Stay the hell away from me." He growled as he turned towards the door. Axel raised an eyebrow at that and cleared his throat.

"It's not me you hate, Roxas." He said conversationally. Roxas ignored him though, fingers grasping the doorknob and flinging the door open with a bam!

"And you can't ignore me forever, either." He added.

"Just… leave me alone, ok?" Roxas said quietly, not even turning back. "Just… for a little while." And then he was gone, his ruffled hair and lowered shoulders making Axel suddenly feel very much like he'd made major ground.

But lost major ground as well.

"Dammit." He muttered under his breath, scuffing his shoes along the linolium in the office. He had a feeling that he'd be making up for this whole escapade for a long, long time.

And then, it hit him. He knew whose fault it was for this! Running out of the office, he turned the corner to where Naminé was busy with a customer, her angelic, innocent face shining brightly like a chorus from heaven.

"YOU!" He shouted dramatically, pointing at her angrily. Naminé turned away from the customer to give him a quizzical glance. She looked blank faced and confused for a moment before an all knowing smirk took over and she beamed brightly, making Axel die a little on the inside.

"Me." She acknowledged, smiling.

Five Reasons Why Roxas Hates Me:

A list by Axel Flurry

1. I came onto him when he quite clearly is in denial of his love for my body

2. I molested him in the office he quite clearly is in denial of his love for being molested by me

3. I took him on a date where he became intoxicated and then kissed me before puking of the taste of a dog rubbing its ass on the carpet

4. His sister manipulates thing to where I look like an utter rapist. I probably do that well enough on my own... but still.

5. She will probably make it worse by getting even more involved, just for the sake of seeing my die a little more on the inside.

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