Author's Note: Wow! Okay! Hi guys! Thanks so much for the awesome response I got for chapter one! I'm so glad you guys like this :3 But uh, okay. The reason why this took so long... I apparently did a lot less planning than I thought I did. I had absolutely no idea how to write this beginning, I had nothing planned except that it was going to be at Axel's work. So I wrote this all out of order and had a big block for a while. Also, I seem to have this cannot-finish-a-story/chapter-if-her-life-depended-on-it syndrome. My focus on my stories right now is all over the place, I'm also working on a oneshot or two. But - yes. I've actually planned a lot more for this now! Still, if you guys have any outfit requests for Roxas or any theories where this story might be going, feel free to share! I may feel inclined to use some.

Some things:

I just finished playing the new KH game, 358/2 Days (Japanese version) and WOW it has quite a few similarities to this story (haha don't worry I won't spoil it for you). I'm so pleased with Roxas' personality and general lack of knowledge that he has to learn from Axel. Very much like this story ;)

Thanks to Sara (Norikuu) on deviantART for suggesting where Axel should work and for catching my Roxas kiriban, this is the first thing I finished! And thank you to Kiki (Atomic-Clover) for the fanart and the bookmark in the mail! I added something at the end just for you ;) Also, happy belated birthday to Sule. Haha, funny, this story was supposed to be for you birthday and I was extremely late and look, almost a year later I'm starting it up again. Sheesh. I hope you still read and enjoy!

Standard Disclaimers and warnings of: crossdressing, pervertedness, cursing, and GOD this part near the middle-end-ish that I felt so retarded writing. I swear they'll stop talking about sex so much soon. Maybe.

Shounen Rashii Ningyou

Chapter Two

When Axel arrived at work, he did not feel like his usual self.

For one, he had gotten dressed in the bathroom that morning because a certain something in his room made him feel ridiculously uncomfortable. Secondly, thoughts of that all-too-real dream about that certain something would not leave his head. He was shaken and weirded out, wondering what it could all mean. Axel was determined to call Marluxia and demand just what the hell was up with that doll. They…did talk on the phone that night didn't they? Or was that part of the dream too?

Normally Axel was the life of the workplace. That's what kept getting him promoted after all. He was a good worker and always followed orders, with a good personality to boot. Not to mention smarts had something to do with it.

As he walked into the office that particular morning, however, Axel was a bit jumpy and uptight, only nodding in greeting to his coworkers instead of usually chatting it up before 9 am hit. No one questioned it and he didn't expect them to…which is why he ducked his head and tried to walk past the secretary's desk as quickly as possible.

"Hey Axel, what's with that look on your face? Did someone finally mistake your hair for porcupine road-kill and try to shovel you off the street?"

No such luck.

The redhead stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. "Good morning, Larxene."

The woman smirked and leaned forward on her desk, causing her cleavage to be even more noticeable. She knew how to get places in this workplace too. Except for Axel's pants. "Morning. You don't seem like yourself, what's going on?" she asked in a tone that simply dripped with mockery. "You didn't walk in here like you own the place today."

"Oh, how kind of you to notice," Axel said, mimicking her completely and crossing his arms. "Thank god you're still the reigning bitch here though. Couldn't get through the day without it."

Her expression changed from one of cruel amusement to reflect being utterly offended. "How dare you speak to me like that, you asshole! You want to get fired already? Because I'll call Xemnas right now and tell him what you just said--"

But Axel was already striding towards his office, ignoring her completely. It was like that pretty much every day – the two never got along. She used to be more flirtatious with him, until he got promoted from the warehouse instead of Marluxia. How ironic that the man had bought him a toy meant for getting sexual pleasure from, when Axel could have had Larxene all along. If he wanted her.

As the redhead shut his door behind him, he didn't want to think too much about that, trying to push all thoughts of Marluxia and that doll out of his head. He sat down at his desk, leaned over to turn his computer on, and sighed as he stared at the various trinkets decorating his office.

What was also ironic was that he worked for a toy company.

The room was filled with concept art and models of children's playthings that the company had produced. It wasn't exactly Axel's first choice for how to deck out his office, but the big bosses claimed it made one look more enthusiastic and proud of their jobs to anyone who might visit their workplace. But a job's a job right?

Though as of now, Axel really wished he could get rid of every doll, teddy bear, and stuffed animal in the room. Those plastic, lifeless eyes would not stop reminding him of the life-size doll currently sitting in a chair in his bedroom at home. And more importantly how the doll wasn't lifeless, it had come to life hadn't it? It had talked and moved, just like a human-being…

"No," Axel said aloud to himself, cradling his head in his hands while his computer booted up. "No, it wasn't real, it was only a dream."

He kept repeating that to himself in his head as he checked his e-mail for company updates, news, meeting times, etc. But it was pointless. Part of him knew there was no way what had happened last night was reality. Though there was another part that couldn't shake the fact that he had woken up in the doll's arms, how he could recall everything that happened almost perfectly. The only unrealistic part had been…Roxas. Nothing else strange had happened, nothing else fantastical or weird, and there were no gaps in his memory like there often were in dreams.

Not able to help it, Axel opened a new window and began to put into the search bar 'life-like sex dolls'…

He was about to hit 'enter' when there was a knock on his door. Axel nearly jumped out of his seat and fell to the floor, somehow still managing to close the window.

"C-come in!" he practically squeaked, heart pounding from the idea of getting caught searching something totally inappropriate at work.

The door opened and Axel casually leaned back in his chair, hoping he didn't look too tense. It was merely some office worker Axel didn't know, stammering something about 'mail' and 'orders' and shoving a pile of papers as him before leaving as quickly as he had come. The man sighed and relaxed as he glanced through what he was given, laughing quietly at himself for being so ridiculous.

It wasn't long until he became bored with his work and his mind wandered yet again. Axel found himself cautiously placing his hand back on his computer mouse, returning to his goal from beforehand. After swallowing nervously, he typed in his search once more.

"Axel, what are you doing?"

This time Axel actually yelped and spun around in his chair at the unexpected voice, throwing out his arms to cover up his computer screen. Standing there before him was Saïx, wearing his same unreadable look as always, eyes slightly narrowed.

Eyes wide and breath coming in small pants from getting the shit scared out of him, Axel could only gawk at him. "H-how did you get in here?" he asked stupidly, wondering how the heck the one of his supervisors had suddenly appeared behind his back without making a sound.

Saïx didn't even blink. "Your door was open."

Axel glanced over at the entrance to his office and saw that it was true. Whoever that stupid guy from before was hadn't remembered to close it. Great.

Clearing his throat and slowly linking his hands behind his head to appear like he was doing nothing wrong, Axel smiled. "Ah. So, uh, what can I do for you this lovely morning, Saïx?"

The man leaned slightly to the side to try to see past his arms. "Were you using your work time for your own personal use?"

Axel raised his eyebrows and gulped. "What? No, of course not!" Expertly he spun around in his chair and closed his search window before turning back to face him. "Just…just was going to look up something. But now that you're here…I can ask you instead!"

Saïx's eyes only narrowed more, not seeming to believe him. "And what would that be?"

Scratching the back of his head, Axel tried to think of something quick. "Uh…I was just wondering how the deal with Disney was going."

"…You were doing an internet search for that?"

"Uh…yes…"

"The deal is still pending. But we predict that it will go through, they seemed enthusiastic."

"Awesome!"

Axel had put on a fake, reassuring smile, doing a thumbs-up. But Saïx still wasn't buying it.

"Too many times have I caught you slacking off, Axel. Don't let me catch you again. I certainly hope you appreciate this promotion we've given you."

Smile falling, Axel sighed and looked away. "Yeah. Sorry."

Saïx went on to talk about some company crap that Axel wasn't interested in, so he only listened vaguely. The blue-haired man always seemed to be watching Axel, as if suspicious of him, was always very critical of him. In truth, he was annoying and intimidating and Axel's dislike for him was steadily growing. It was like the man had it out for him or something.

Still, he couldn't quite understand why Saïx had been so uptight over him simply trying to search something on the internet. Usually Axel was caught misbehaving worse than that. Like trying to see how many cheesepuffs he could fit in his mouth…or rearranging his whole office by swapping furniture with his coworkers…or trying to organize scavenger hunts while the boss was out to lunch…

Okay, so maybe Saïx had reason to be so watchful of him. But honestly, just over doing a search on the internet?

As the man continued to blabber on, Axel nodded and acted like he was paying attention the whole time. Really, he was starting to become skeptical of Saïx. This whole thing was too weird, Marluxia getting him a very unique doll the night before (didn't he say that people pitched in to help buy it?), then Larxene questioning his attitude, and now Saïx coming in and spying on what he was doing on the computer. The redhead patiently waited for his supervisor to finish talking while he pieced all the evidence together. Could it be that people in the office were in on this?

"…That sounds all well and good, Saïx," Axel said nonchalantly once the man was done. "Thanks for filling me in." Just as the man turned to leave, Axel added, "I have a question though."

Saïx stopped in the doorway and simply turned his head back to look at him with one eye. "Yes?"

The redhead bite his lip and hesitated before blurting out, "So have you ever heard anything strange about dolls lately?"

Now the blue-haired man turned to look at him coldly again. "What do you mean by that?"

"Um, well, you know…" Axel shrugged. "Anyone…calling in and reporting any strange…happenings lately?"

Yellow eyes on either side of the man's x-shaped scar thinned into slits once more. "Why are you suddenly so interested in this?"

Axel winced and slumped down into his chair a little more, feeling like the man's stare was boring into him. "I…heard something on the radio about an incident with some guy's…blow-up doll–"

"We don't sell adult toys here, Axel," Saïx said simply. "You know that."

"Yeah, but–"

He was cut off by Saïx slamming the door as he left. For a few moments, Axel simply stared at the hunk of wood. Then he spun in his chair, back to facing his computer screen.

"Huh," he murmured, resting his chin in his palm, eyes downcast. That certainly was strange. Why was Saïx so stand-off-ish? Granted, he was never friendly, but he seemed extra pissy over just a simple subject that shouldn't have meant anything to him. Maybe Axel was only seeing it because of what had happened to him the night before, but Saïx seemed suspicious.

Axel was left with nothing to do but contemplate this, and it dawned on him that his door was now closed. He still made sure to glance from side to side for good measure, before typing in his sex doll search into Google and entering it.

Instantly several pop-up windows of porn appeared on his screen. Axel jumped, trying clicking out of them but they only popped up again and then multiplied. The redhead cursed colorfully at his work for not having a good pop-up blocker or spyware system, beginning to simply hit random buttons like 'esc' to see if it would work. It didn't however, and Axel had to think of something fast before someone came by and looked in to see a bunch of boobs and dicks on his screen.

Finally, Axel just gave up and shut his computer off, now even more traumatized than before. When he restarted, he only got the blue screen of death.

"Great!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. Today, obviously, was not his day. He swore that after he called the tech guys, he would call Marluxia and question him about the Roxas doll.

But Larxene found it hilarious to transfer costumer complaints to his line that day. And Marluxia never answered his calls.

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Night 2

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Needless to say, when Axel arrived home he was quite disgruntled. All he wanted to do was relax. He knew that pink-haired bastard was ignoring his calls on purpose. The whole situation was just freaky. He decided that he would have to get rid of Roxas somehow, forget about him…but not before taking a nap from his exhausting day. Axel hadn't gotten proper sleep the night before anyway. The man passed out on his couch, ominous thoughts that everyone was plotting against him tormenting his mind.

…Only to be woken up about an hour later by the smell of smoke.

The redhead bolted upright, rubbing his eyes from their sleepy daze and glancing frantically around the room. There were no signs of any disturbance, so he stood, paused and waited for his grogginess to clear, before sniffing the air again. Heart already beginning to pound in panic, he stepped forward and peeked around the corner of the room. There was some smoke curling treacherously from his kitchen and he bolted for it without having time to think of how a fire could have possibly happened in there in the first place. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the source of it.

There was Roxas, dressed in a frilly French maid outfit, coughing and beating at something blackened in the sink with a towel. He was just as alive as Axel was.

"Holy fuck!" the redhead shouted in surprise as he stumbled backwards against his kitchen wall.

Roxas jumped and turned abruptly; face brightening considerably when he saw who it was. "Master Axel!" he cried far too enthusiastically for a boy in a dress who was burning something in the sink.

"…What…how…" Axel choked partially from the smoke and partially from shock of seeing the doll alive again. The redhead didn't even have time to move or change his expression before the blond was suddenly hugging him tightly. He made a small noise of protest and tensed but otherwise did nothing.

"I didn't want to wake you up, you looked so peaceful, so I wanted to make you something…" Roxas mumbled into Axel's shirt.

"You're…alive again…" Axel muttered in disbelief, voice shaking slightly. He glanced around, still panicking, looking for some kind of weapon to defend himself. Perhaps a spatula to pry the boy off of his body. But unfortunately, nothing was within reach.

Roxas drew back to give him a weird look. "Yes I am. I told you I would be, so why are you so surprised?"

Axel blinked and stared at him. Roxas blinked back. "You're a doll, and you're alive," the man said, as if trying to convince himself.

Roxas rolled his eyes. "I told you last night, I come alive at sunset!"

"R-right… you did… please stop touching me…"

The blond hesitated but obliged, looking somewhat hurt as he stepped away.

Well, it definitely didn't feel like an illusion. There was nothing there to suggest Roxas wasn't normal after all, except for the box in the living room. Axel took a deep breath, his initial fear turned into something more like curiosity, wondering just how real this boy was. How could he be having the same hallucination twice in a row? He would have to accept the lunacy of the situation for the time being.

Hesitantly, he raised a hand and lightly touched the side of Roxas' cheek, finding it was soft and warm. The blond's eyes widened a bit, questioning. After swallowing nervously, Axel pressed his hand closer. Roxas smiled and leaned into it like a cat, his eyes fluttering closed. The redhead let his hand gradually move downwards until his fingers brushed Roxas' lips, where he felt the boy's warm breath on his skin.

"Oh my god," he gasped, drawing his hand away quickly as if he had been bitten. "You are real."

Roxas huffed a little in frustration. "Yes. I am real and I will continue to be real. Why are you so stuck on that subject?" Axel didn't respond and only gaped at him, so Roxas straightened his dress self-consciously. "What's wrong, master? Is there something about me that you don't like?"

"Erm… no," Axel told him awkwardly. He could feel his heart still thudding wildly in his chest, which gave him another idea. "Don't… don't call me master but… No, I'm just… trying to believe this." Before Roxas could respond, Axel moved back towards him and placed his hand on the area right where the boy's heart should be.

"Ma-… um, Axel?" Roxas asked, looking at him with big blue eyes. He smiled nervously, raised his hand and gently covered Axel's own with it.

"You have a heartbeat," Axel observed aloud, feeling the pulse through the material of Roxas' dress. "I can… feel it." Roxas was genuinely alive, a human being. How was that possible?!

"Yeah," Roxas said breathily, smile mysteriously widening. "And you have a cock," he stated, then reached forward and gripped the front of Axel's pants without warning. "I can feel it."

"Gah!" Axel cried, shoving Roxas off of him again. The blond snickered a bit.

"Please… don't do that," the man told him, suddenly reminded again what Roxas' 'purpose' was, something he wanted nothing to do with.

"I'm sorry," the blond sighed, looking confused. "You… you were touching me, I thought you wanted it."

Axel's shoulders slumped, feeling overwhelmed. He struggled for something to say for a few moments before glancing around and changing the subject to, "…What the hell were you trying to do in my kitchen?"

Roxas skipped away, his little dress swaying in a far too appealing way, and looked down disheartened at the mess in the sink.

"I was trying to make you dinner."

Axel studied the boy's disappointed face, and then he slowly walked over and sat down at his kitchen table, running a hand through his spikes. "Uh…thanks, Roxas," he said, lost again for how to respond to the boy. "But, uh, you didn't have to…"

Turning to face him, Roxas leaned back to rest his elbows on the kitchen counter, which was strange looking, considering Axel didn't see many people in dresses in such a boyish position. Roxas just shrugged his small shoulders. "But I wanted to. Anything for master. Anything to get you to like me."

"…Christ," Axel cursed under his breath, removing his hand from his hair and using it to rub his forehead now. "It's not that I don't like you, Roxas, it's just-"

"But if you like me, why won't you have sex with me?" the blond interrupted quietly, playing with the frills on his apron.

Again, Axel was absolutely lost for how to respond to Roxas' bluntness. "I – well – you don't understand, it's, uh, not that simple…" Looking up hesitantly, he saw Roxas was gazing at him with much interest.

After a couple of beats, the boy asked, "And? Why not? Please tell me."

Axel groaned and cradled his head in his head in his hands. "And I thought I wouldn't ever have to give the sex talk until I had kids…" he mumbled.

"Huh?"

God, well as long as he had to deal with this situation he might as well make some sense out of it.

With a sigh heavy with exhaustion, Axel settled his arms on the table in a professional manner and looked at the boy straight-on. "Well, you see…Roxas. Sex, uh, kind of has…different…purposes?" he explained and then realized how stupid that sounded. But the boy was staring at him like he was learning some kind important life lesson; Axel could no longer keep eye contact without laughing, so he averted his gaze to anywhere except Roxas. "Uh, some people do it to make…babies." The redhead pursed his lips together, holding back a snort at how embarrassed he was for doing this and how badly he was failing at it.

"Babies?" Roxas asked with something akin to disgust. "We can make babies?" Now Axel actually burst out laughing and the blond made a face. "Wh-what's so funny?"

Waiting for his laughs to die down, Axel just shook his head. "It's just… you really don't know anything about the real world, do you?"

Roxas only blinked at him and scratched the tip of his nose. "Um…well…"

Axel smiled a little sadly. "It's okay; you don't have to answer that." He coughed a little into his hand to cleverly cover another laugh.

With a gasp, Roxas pushed up off the counter and retrieved a glass from the clean side of the sink, filling it with water from the faucet. He scurried over to the table and plopped himself down across from the redhead, looking eager, pushing it across to him. "Did I do that right?"

Axel looked down at the glass in surprise, then grin widened into a truly pleased one. "Why yes, you did. Thank you, Roxas." The boy watched him as he took a satisfying gulp from the cup, seeming proud of himself. So he hadn't quite mastered the art of cooking yet, but at least he could dress himself and fill a glass of water.

"Will you tell me more about sex, please?" was the blond's next anxious question. Axel spit the water across the room, causing Roxas to jump back in shock. "Oh master, are you okay?! Did I make it wrong?"

Axel spluttered and coughed a few times before wiping his mouth on his work shirt's sleeve. Roxas' eyes were impossibly wide, as if he thought he did something to hurt the redhead. "No, no," he explained. "The water is fine, really. You just took me by surprise, that's all." Roxas bit his lip and got up, grabbing the dish-washing towel from the sink. Axel was confused as to what he could possibly be doing, and then figured out when the boy got down on his hands and knees to clean up the mess that Axel had made. Unfortunately, he was facing away from Axel, so the man got a nice clear view of the boy's lacy black underwear.

"U-uh…that's not n-necessary Roxas!" he exclaimed, turning his head away to prevent himself from looking at the blond's ass. Said blond twisted his body to cock his head at the man, pausing in his scrubbing. Axel cleared his throat and pleaded, "Please, come sit with me at the table again."

Roxas' eyes darted from the table to the floor, indecisively, before he left the towel on the linoleum and joined Axel again. "You don't me to clean up after you, master?"

"Uh, no." Axel said awkwardly, studying the boy's confused face. "I've been living by myself for years now; I'm used to taking care of myself, really. And stop calling me master already."

This hadn't been the answer that Roxas had been expecting and Axel cursed inwardly at the fact that the kid just looked so damn cute when he was inquisitive. "Okay…I'm sorry…Axel. Tell me more, please?" Roxas asked slowly.

"Uh…" Axel scratched the back of his head. He figured he didn't really have a choice. "Alright."

Like he was about to be told advice from some great guru, Roxas leaned forward eagerly. Axel took a deep breath.

"Okay so… I guess there are three main reasons why people… have sex," he explained. "Pleasure…as you know, procreation, and because they love each other."

"Love?"

Axel paused. So Roxas didn't know what that was either? "Um, yeah, love. It's a very special feeling to have towards someone," he elaborated. "Feelings of… affection and attachment to someone."

"Oh, that." Roxas nodded. "I have that for you, mas – um, Axel!"

The redhead chuckled a little and shook his head. "No, you don't understand. There are different kinds of love. Unfortunately in our language, we only have one word for all of them."

Seeming confused, the boy's brow furrowed. "Well that's dumb."

Axel gave him a crooked grin. "Yeah, yeah it is. See, there is the kind of love you can have for your family, a kind for your friends. Then there is the romantic kind."

"The kind I have for you?"

"Nope," the redhead responded. "Uh… What you have…could be called a crush. It has more to do with sexual attraction along with the combination that you like me. I guess."

"Okay…" Roxas looked like he was finding the whole thing very hard to believe. "So how do I know when I love you?"

"Uh…" Axel laughed nervously. "I'm not sure, Roxas. It…can take no time to fall in love, but you have to know what love is first."

"But I know what it is now!" Roxas argued.

"No," Axel insisted, slowly beginning to feel the insanity from the night before. "No, you just know the definition. It takes years to learn what love actually is, you have to experience it!"

Sighing, Roxas propped his head in his hand. "I guess I'll never get to know then. But that's okay; it doesn't sound all that great anyway."

Axel felt his heart sink, looking at the poor boy. He didn't understand how this whole crazy thing worked, if he was really on drugs and didn't know it, or if Roxas was truly was a doll come to life like he claimed or what. But Axel certainly wouldn't say that he didn't deserve to be loved. Studying the younger male, he began to wonder without realizing if he could ever love Roxas. Looking at him, thinking of him as a normal person, he was lovable. Axel couldn't see anything not to like, overlooking the whole please-fuck-me-so-that-I-can-live thing of course.

"Axel?"

At the sound of his name, the man snapped out of it. "Oh, sorry Roxas." He smiled sympathetically, recognizing that the blond didn't exactly get the concept. "Love is great though. When you love someone who loves you back, it's amazing."

If anything, Roxas only looked more upset. "Oh… I see. Have you loved someone who's loved you back?"

Axel felt almost afraid to answer because of the look the blond gave him. "Um… Yeah."

"Oh, I see," Roxas said once again, tonelessly, but narrowed his eyes into a glare. Axel sat back in his chair, a little intimidated.

"But that was a while ago," he quickly amended, not wanting to upset Roxas anymore. "And we're no longer in love."

"So…what happened?" the blond asked, thankfully seeming more interested this time than confused or pissed off. "You just stopped loving them?"

"More or less," Axel said with a shrug, looking off to the side. "You can fall out of love with someone. Sometimes it just doesn't work out." He returned his gaze to Roxas, raising a finger to point at him. "That's why you've got to find the right person."

Roxas only smiled. "Easy, I've already found him."

Rather than being flattered, Axel had to resist the urge to just slump down onto the table and give up. Instead, he tried to keep the subject on love in general. "Anyway, what I'm trying to explain is that I personally will not have sex with someone unless I love them in a romantic way." Even though it felt a bit stupid, he thought he'd better add, "In fact, that is why sex is sometimes referred to as 'making love.'"

"Uh…" Roxas shifted in his seat. "How long does it take you to realize that you love them and you want to…make love?"

Axel cleared his throat, feeling increasingly uneasy for having to explaining everything. "Um, it's so different with each person, really. Usually…the urge to have sex with them comes before falling in love though. Sex doesn't have to have meaning; you don't even have to know the person. But like I said, I've only done it if I loved the person. Though I haven't been in love in years."

"Wow, years?" Roxas asked incredulously.

"Yup…years…" Axel reluctantly admitted.

"…Years?" he repeated.

The redheaded deadpanned. "Yes."

"Jeez, you really need sex then…" the boy commented, raising his eyebrows.

"Okaaaaaaaaay…" Axel said, holding up his hands to indicate that he didn't want to talk about this anymore. "Well that's enough of that. How about…I make us some dinner, hm?" He got up from his seat and headed over to fridge and opened it up, sticking his head in to hide his embarrassed flush.

There was a small pause before Roxas said, "Sorry for messing up on the dinner before. And thanks for explaining stuff to me."

"It's fine…" Axel said tiredly, standing up straight and moving to look into the freezer instead. "Why is it that you know some things while you don't know others, anyway?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at the younger male. Like knowing how to seduce someone, yet nothing of love?

"I'm…not sure," Roxas said candidly. "This is just the way I am. Maybe I wasn't supposed to know what love is."

Opting to make something quick and easy, Axel pulled a pizza out of the fridge. He bit his lip and studied the strange boy who had somehow managed to force his way into his life. "Do you…have any memories of where you were before me?" he asked curiously, trying desperately to figure how any of this was possible. There was no way that Roxas was simply created from scratch to be the way that he was. "Do you know how you grew up, or…anything like that?"

Roxas was distracted by staring at the round pizza in the redhead's hands for a moment before he looked up. "Um… I don't think so. You assembled me, therefore allowing me to wake up and for you to be my master. I know that much."

Axel made a face at being called 'master' again and broke eye contact, striding over to the stove. "This is so messed up…" he muttered under his breath, unwrapping the pizza and turning the knobs on the oven to start preheating it. He turned back to Roxas, somewhat cringing at his next question. "So you…have no age?"

"Well, I'm brand new," the blond said proudly, getting up and heading toward Axel. The redhead's eyes widened and he tried to take a step backwards but found that the stove was in his way. Roxas smiled and pressed right up against him. "But I'm made in the image of an eighteen year old, I suppose."

"Ah, of course," Axel said, looking up at the ceiling. Of course. He should have known that. Everyone loved things that were barely legal after all. While Axel was rendered a nervous, frozen man against the stove, Roxas made himself busy with straightening the man's tie. The redhead studied him uncomfortably, how flawless his complexion was, how unruly yet beautiful and clean his hair was. It was still so…unbelievable.

"So seriously…you're going to be alive, every night, for the rest of this week?" Axel asked him stupidly.

"Well, I'll be alive all the time if–"

"Yes, I know about the 'if'." Axel raised a hand, stopping him there. "Let's not talk about the 'if' right now."

"Okay so…" Roxas trailed off, chewing on his lower lip in thought. "Let's talk about when you'll have sex with me!"

With a sigh, Axel smacked his forehead. "We already talked about that. I don't love you."

Roxas stared at him, blue eyes shimmering and positively heartbreaking.

"Oh…fuck…don't look at me like that…" the redhead said, somehow finding it impossible to look away. "Look I…I barely know you, just met you. That's all."

"Yeah…" The boy swallowed and turned away. "I know…I'll…try to understand."

Axel gave him an apologetic look and then put the pizza in the oven, setting the timer for about ten minutes. He sighed and closed his eyes, resting his hands on the machine and bowing his head, attempting to calm himself. When he turned back around Roxas was looking at him curiously, still seeming a little hurt. Axel opened his mouth to say something nice again to cheer him up, but was distracted by another thought popping into his head as he studied the elaborate dress Roxas was wearing.

"Do you…have any outfits with…pants?" he asked awkwardly, frowning at the idea of what other outfits the blond had in store for him – he hadn't looked through the box.

Roxas brightened. "Yeah, I have one! Do you want to see?"

"One…" Axel chuckled, shaking his head down at the ground. Well, it was better than nothing. "Sure!" he agreed, lifting his head to smile at the boy in disbelief. "Why not?" Roxas grinned widely at him before running off.

Thankful to finally be alone with his thoughts, Axel pulled out a chair from his table and sat down, leaning back into it and closing his eyes again. He couldn't help but wonder if this was another dream, he had been napping after all and his thoughts had continuously revolved around the strange occurrences since that doll was given to him. Lifting a hand, Axel pinched his own forearm and felt a sharp sting, reminding himself that he was conscious.

Oh well…that didn't necessarily mean anything…right…? Dreams always felt real while you were sleeping anyway, didn't they?

Only a few minutes later, Axel heard Roxas come trampling back into the kitchen, sounding like he was wearing something a bit heavier than beforehand. The redhead opened his eyes wide, not having a clue what the boy could possibly be dressed in this time.

Roxas stood before him, hands on his hips, in a navy button up shirt, jeans, chaps, complete with a cowboy hat and boots armed with spurs.

"Well?" the blond asked. "Is this better? Do you like it?"

Axel blinked and grinned. He couldn't deny that the young man looked good. "Yeah, this is an improvement. Not as revealing as all the rest."

Suddenly, the boy jumped onto his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, nearly knocking the man over in his chair. Axel's arms flailed to keep balance so they weren't free to keep Roxas off of him when the blond landed a kiss on his lips. The redhead grabbed Roxas' shoulders once he was able, pushing him away from his mouth and breaking the kiss.

"Roxas, don't do that!" he scolded, but his voice wasn't very strong since he had to gasp from being startled so unexpectedly.

"But you like it," Roxas argued, seeming confused. He raised himself up, then rolled his hips down, forcing a groan out of Axel. Liking the response, he lifted his hips again and took his cowboy hat in his hand, swinging it in the air playfully, suggestively. "And don't you know what cowboys are good at?"

Axel groaned again, not from pleasure, but more from the discomfort and cheesy innuendo. "I'm going to have to get you some normal clothes..." he murmured.

This was going to be a long night.