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Twelve

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After the whole ordeal with Axel I laid back down on the couch and stared at the ceiling for awhile in shock before falling into a deep coma of sleep. I had no idea why the fuck he would kiss me like that, and the thought of it was just pissing me off further and further. He knew I liked Luxord. He knew we were dating. That kiss was just incredibly uncalled for, and completely random! Was he even gay? Who the fuck knew? It's not like we'd ever shared more than a few vicious sentences between us.

"Roxas, darling, are you alive?"

I startled awake at the sweet sound of a British accent floating through my ears, opening my eyes to find Luxord standing over me. "Mm... what're you doing here?"

"Well we were rather worried about you. It's nearly four in the afternoon and nobody has seen you so much as leave the house. And here I find you still snoozing away!"

"I did a lot of walking around yesterday... it made my side sore, which made me sleepy. Plus alcohol," I added, sitting up a little.

He chuckled, "I'm sorry to just let myself in, but I was genuinely worried."

"No, it's okay... C'mere," I pawed at him, pulling him down to sit next to me and laying my head in his lap, "I need to tell you something..."

After squirming for a moment to make himself more comfortable, he started to run his fingers through my hair, "What's up, love?"

"Axel came over really early this morning... he found the gift I left him, and I guess it really left an impression on him or something. Anyways... it caught me totally off guard, but he kind of kissed me. And I really can't figure out why. Is he gay?"

I could feel his entire body tense up as I told him, and I quickly realized that it might have been a bad idea to come clean. "I don't know, but he's gonna be fucking dead."

"Luxord, don't go getting any revenge ideas," I looked up at him in concern, "Believe me, I'm never letting it happen again. It took me completely by surprise... I had no idea that he felt anything for me at all."

"As long as I don't have anything to worry about..." he grumbled, wrapping an arm over my shoulders possessively.

I snorted, "No way in hell. I don't want anything to do with that ass."

"Good," he perked back up, moving his hand back to my hair. "I take it that your farm is still a disaster?"

"I've kind of given up on doing much until I heal... it makes things so much more difficult. I've got more than enough in my savings to hold me over until I get it up and running, so I'm really not worried. I'm more concerned that if I keep pushing it with this rib that it won't heal right. It's been hurting more lately..."

"Then you need to take it easy," he told me, "There's nothing wrong with that."

I looked up at him with wide eyes, "I really like you, y'know."

"Well good. I really like you as well," he smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss against my forehead. "I still feel like murdering that jerk Axel though."

"I really just don't understand it... Who does that? Who just kisses someone like that completely out of the blue? I was so pissed off."

He smirked, "I suppose I can understand why he would want to kiss you... You're rather alluring, you know."

"Right... because my morning breath and bedhead is so attractive..." I blushed softly, realizing that I probably look (and smelled) like hell at the moment.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but your breath could wilt flowers, darling," he ruffled my hair, laughing heartily.

I felt my face heat up as I sat up, covering my mouth, "I'm sorry..."

"How about this? You go take a shower and brush those pearly whites and I'll wait down here and then we can just hang out for awhile? Larxene's watching the shop tonight for me."

"I'd like that, actually," I smiled, "I have a ton of movies I bet you've never seen. Wanna get updated on current cinema?"

He grinned, "Ooh... That does sound like a wonderful time. Hurry back, yeah?"

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"Okay, so we're starting with the new Batman movies. Christian Bale is the perfect Batman," I told him, getting my recently unpacked PS3 hooked up to the TV.

"Oh my God, the picture is so clear..." he marveled as the home screen popped up.

I chuckled, "Yeah, that's the beauty of the flatscreen. I saw your old ass television on poker night... it's a bit sad."

"It gets me the weather," he shrugged, "That's all I've really needed it for."

"Well after I get you hooked on Game of Thrones, you'll be knocking down my door to watch more every night," I warned him. I'd made sure to get the Blurays for all of my favorite movies and shows due to the lack of internet around here. I would seriously miss Netflix...

He smirked, "I could think of worse ways to spend my freetime... I suppose I should be flattered if you want to watch a whole series with me, eh?"

"I guess that means I plan on keeping you around," I winked at him as I popped 'Batman Begins' into the PS3 and grabbed my remote, plopping down next to him on the couch and leaning against him.

He moved to put his arm around me, pulling me close and getting comfortable. "I hate to say this, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to pay attention through the whole movie."

"What do you mean?" I turned my head to look up at him, only to be caught in a deep kiss. The movie started, but I could already tell that he had no intention of watching it. Which was just fine with me. I'd been wondering when we would really have some time alone.

I shifted a little to lay back on the couch and he took the hint and moved over me, gladly continuing our kiss in his more dominant position. He seemed to like being on top, which was more than fine by me. I liked when my partner would kind of take charge.

"Mm... hang on, that lamp is blinding me," I laughed, blinking a few times as I found myself staring up into the standing lamp next to the couch.

He reached up and flipped it off, leaving us to adjust to the darkness. "Better...?"

I nodded, feeling the mood shift a little as I gazed up at him in only the light of the television, "Much better..."

"So you're ...comfortable with this?" he asked, smiling softly as he stared back down at me.

"More than," I grew impatient, pulling him down into another kiss. He seemed so cautious to push things with me, when all I really wanted was ...well, to push things further.

That seemed to satiate his conscience and he shut up, accepting that I was totally cool with laying there and making out with him for however the hell long we wanted to. Of course, one of the side effects of that was a rather embarrassing physical show of arousal that I'm pretty sure he picked up on immediately by the way he halted.

"Roxas..."

I smirked playfully, "Yeah?"

"Uhm..."

"What's wrong?" I tilted my head to the side cutely. He was clearly nervous that he'd elicited such a reaction from me, and probably embarrassed that he was also quite 'happy.'

"N...nothing..." he mumbled, blushing and kissing me again. My lips were buzzing from the attention in the weirdest way, but I kind of liked it.

When I say to you that the door suddenly flying open scared the living shit out of me, I mean it whole-heartedly. I thought I was going to have a fucking heart attack. Axel was starting to remind me of Kramer from Seinfeld with the way he just burst into my house.

"Roxas, I gotta-"

I assumed that the sight of us on the couch was what stopped him short in his tracks, but the death glare from Luxord was enough to melt the skin off his bones.

"What the hell are you doing here, you fucking asshole?" Luxord bit harshly, pulling himself off of me and standing up as I tried to figure out what was happening.

"I need to talk to Roxas," he didn't seem too phased by the anger in Luxord's eyes, but I for one was absolutely terrified at what he might do.

Luxord grit his teeth, "Normal people knock first... Though I suppose you aren't very normal, are you now?"

"Roxas, I wanted to apologize for earlier. I..." he trailed off, getting distracted by the movie, "Is that supposed to be Batman?"

I grabbed Luxord's arm as he moved to advance on Axel, pulling myself to my feet and pausing the movie, "Focus, Axel. Finish your thought." I had the vague feeling that he might have ADHD or some other kind of disorder.

"Right. I don't know what came over me. That was just a stupid mistake. I don't even like you."

Luxord shrugged me off of him and before I could stop him, he was right in Axel's face, "Listen to me and listen to me good... I don't know who you think you are or what bug crawled up your ass that turned you into such a God damned jerk, but you are going to leave Roxas alone from here on out or so help me I will personally dig you a grave in your own backyard and put you in it."

Axel seemed almost surprised that Luxord was even in the room, like he hadn't noticed him before or something. He was quite the curious person, and to be honest I was rather intrigued by him. "Luxord, back off. He was just trying to apologize."

"Go ahead and threaten me, blondie. I'm not afraid of you," Axel taunted him, "Roxas, I'm sorry. Luxord, fuck off. Goodbye."

That seemed to light Luxord's fuse and just as Axel turned to leave, Lux grabbed him by the arm and simultaneously socked him right in the jaw, knocking him back against the front door hard.

"Luxord!" I yelped, for some reason feeling the need to run to Axel's side, "What the hell?!"

"Seriously, you don't think he deserved that?" he crossed his arms over his chest, quite pleased with himself.

I shot him a glare, inspecting Axel's quickly reddening jawline. "Are you okay, Axel?"

He just nodded, more in shock than anything else.

"I'll go get you some ice," I told him, lifting myself to my feet slowly and sending Luxord another dirty look on my way into the kitchen. I understood that Axel was a bit rough around the edges, but there was absolutely no reason for violence.

When I came back with the McGuyvered icepack made out of a Ziploc baggie and a towel, Luxord was brooding on the couch as Axel remained seated against the front door with a permanent look of surprise written across his face. He took the icepack and pressed it to the sore area, his eyes thanking me before I returned my attention to my asshole of a boyfriend.

"I think it's time for you to go home," I told him, resisting the urge to completely chew him out.

"I can't believe you're actually mad at me for this. He clearly deserved it."

I pointed to the side door off the kitchen, "Out. Go home. Cool down. I'll see you tomorrow."

He grumbled all the way out the door, but I wasn't about to let him get away with what he'd done.

"Axel, talk to me. Are you really okay?"

He sighed softly, "I suppose I really did deserve that... I don't exactly have the finest social graces."

"This is going to sound absolutely terrible, but... have you ever been diagnosed with any kind of disorder...?" I wondered, feeling like an awful person the moment it came out of my mouth.

"Not officially," he didn't seem phased by it at least. "But I've always known that I didn't exactly fit into society's standard for normal..."

I sat down next to him against the door, "I shouldn't have asked that. And I'm sorry about Luxord. Had I known what he was going to do-"

"Don't apologize. It was quite apparent that you didn't want him to hit me."

"Of course I didn't," I laughed softly, "I mean, I was pretty pissed off after you kissed me like that and ran off without an explanation, but I wouldn't punch you over it."

He breathed out slowly, "About that... It's not that I don't like you. That might've been a bad way to phrase it. I just don't like you in that way. Sometimes I just do things before my brain has a chance to fully process it, and that was one of those instances. I was just so... I mean, that present was amazing. Nobody here even remembers my birthday anymore, so to have you do something so kind..."

"I understand, Axel. It's fine. Just try to remember next time that actions have consequences. I spent all morning wondering what that kiss meant when a simple explanation right when it happened could have saved us literally all of this trouble, and your poor face as well."

"Eh, it doesn't hurt too bad. He probably busted up his hand worse than anything I feel," he shrugged casually, dabbing the ice pack at it. "It's going to leave a wicked bruise, though. I always bruise so easily..."

I jumped a little at some sudden scratching at the door, realizing quickly that it was probably Charlie looking for Axel. "I think someone is wondering where you went," I smiled, standing up and offering him a hand.

"Thanks," he grunted, allowing me to pull him up onto his feet. "I'll get out of your hair now. But maybe we could battle later?"

"Sure, give me a call when you're all set up. Keep in mind, I'm working with higher level Pokemon. If you need, I can try to catch a lower level to make it fair."

He smirked, "I might have spent all day powering through the first four gyms..."

"Damn!" I exclaimed, impressed by his dedication, "All right then, I'm not holding back."

"I wouldn't expect you to. I'm still gonna kick your ass," he grinned, opening the door and allowing Charlie to come barreling in to say hi to me.

I gave him a few pets, laughing as he literally sucked my hand into his mouth with his gigantic tongue, "Jeez, Charlie, buy me dinner first," I joked.

At first I wasn't sure what was wrong with Axel, but then I realized that he was trying to hold himself back from laughing at my comment.

"Axel, just laugh. You don't have to hide from me," I told him, wiping my hand on my pants.

He thought about that for a minute, "You know what? I don't. And I like that."

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A/N: Omggg so fucking adorable. I love Axel and all of his ADHD cuteness. :3 And seriously, his little moments where he just barges into Roxy's house are supposed to be very Kramer-like. If you don't know who that is, look it up on Youtube. :P He's hilarious.

Also, I don't know if you noticed Luxord calling Roxas 'love' a couple times throughout the chapter, but it's only supposed to be a British petname. He's not saying that he loves him or anything. Thought I'd clarify that.

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