-1'allo, Kingdom Hearts section. After browsing around here for a while, I thought maybe I'd contribute a small piece (or maybe more, depends on reviews Dx). Hope you enjoy. X.x

"Hey Rox! Rox!" the pyromaniac called, knocking onto the door of his best friend's room "Are you -"

The door opened suddenly, almost making Axel stumble over and onto Roxas. That'd have been embarrassing.

"What is it, Axel?" the blond asked, aggravated, as his blue eyes scanned over a small piece of paper in his own hands.

"Aha." Axel placed a slender finger over the paper, as his other hand pulled out another copy of it from a random pocket. "So you got one, too."

Roxas nodded. "A New Years… get-together?"

"That's what it says, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but… the Organization sees pretty much every member… pretty much everyday," Roxas sweat dropped.

"They're pretty much sugarcoating the word 'party'."

"Pretty much." Roxas pressed his lips together to form a thin line. "When is it?"

"Jeez, Roxy, ya need to learn how to look at a calendar," Axel exasperated, "it's tonight."

"Oh…" Roxas's blue eyes wandered down to the floor. He was a little confused. He didn't know that the Organization liked to do what Axel liked to call, "chilling".

Axel smiled coyly at his best friend's expression, draping a strong arm around Roxas's small shoulders. "Just stick with me, buddy! Mmkay?" He grinned.

Roxas looked away and sighed at his best friend's actions. "Sure."

Of course, Roxas just tried to keep a tough front. He really was thankful that he had the redhead with him… the other members kind of scared him. Not that Axel wasn't scary enough, but still. It was different.

"Axel! Roxas! So you finally decided to join us!" the sitar-wielding Organization member laughed, then began rubbing his chin. "You guys are sorta late… what were you up to?"

The duo sighed simultaneously. They were used to Demyx constantly teasing them about their friendship. It was to the point where it didn't even get on their nerves anymore. Still, it did make them turn red a little and look away…

Pleased at their reaction, Demyx grinned. "Chill, chill, I was just kidding around, guys!"

Cue glares.

Laughing nervously, number 9 backed away, turning around and headed toward a brooding Zexion, who had a small drink in hand. "Zexy!" he exclaimed. Next victim?

Roxas scratched the back of his head nervously. "We've only been here for about 3 minutes, and it's already a nuthouse."

Axel looked around the room, the stench of alcohol thick in the air. He was almost expecting someone as stoic as say, Saïx, to start tap-dancing on the table. "Let's go, Roxas," the pyromaniac instructed, grabbing Roxas by the arm and pulling him away.

"What?" Number 13 pleaded. "We've hardly been here for -"

"Forget it," Axel grunted. As stupid as he felt about it, he didn't really want Roxas exposed to that. I mean, if Roxas were to get drunk, then I don't know if I could hold back and - waiiiit… He shook his head, red spikes motioning along, shaking the very thought away from his mind. Roxas was his best friend. Well, a very cute best friend, to say the least.

Before he knew it, his legs had dragged the two up a hollow staircase, and to an abandoned balcony. "Don't you think it's better if we just spent time together, just the two of us, instead of with all of those idiots?" Axel asked almost forcefully, shutting the door behind them.

Roxas gaped at him. He never really understood why Axel always chose him above everyone else in the Organization. What was so special about the "runt of Organization XIII"? He smiled lightly and chose not to make eye contact with Axel. "I think so." He really would rather just be with Axel then with everyone else. Being around them was too stressful, even if they were supposed to be having fun or whatever.

Axel smirked. "Good."

Silence, but comfortable silence came upon them. Roxas's fingers found themselves tracing nonexistent patterns on the cement floor. Axel hummed quietly to himself.

"What are you thinking about?" the redhead asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Roxas snapped out of his daze.

"I asked -"

"No, no, I heard you." The blond rubbed his thumbs together for no particular reason. "I was just wondering about stuff."

"Abooouuut?" It was really hard to get Roxas to be open with him sometimes, Axel thought.

"About… you. And me."

Axel gave him a confused look. Way to sound awkward.

"Er… I mean, just wondering why you choose me above everyone else all the time… I guess… I mean… Aw, gee, I dunno how to say it, but -"

Roxas froze in place when he felt a warm hand graze his cheek lightly. Axel's eyes were half-lidded, almost, it seemed. Nimble fingers moved blonde tresses of hair away from his face and ran across his cheek soothingly and smoothly. Roxas wanted to lean into it, badly, but…

"…Axel?" he asked with widened eyes, snapping out of his daze as his small fingers clutched at his own clothes nervously. What was Axel doing?

"…sorry," Axel apologized, red painting his cheeks slightly as he ran his slender fingers through his crimson hair and retracted his other hand sharply away from Roxas's face. "I'd always wanted to know what that felt like. It just seemed like the right time," he grinned.

"Axel…" Roxas looked him up and down. "You know you can't feel… we can't feel. None of us can."

"Roxas, Roxas, Roxas," Axel snorted in amusement. "When are you and the guys gonna learn that it's all a load of bullshit?"

"But Axel…"

"Atleast, that's what I think. Maybe, maybe it's wrong. In fact, it probably is. But it's something to hold my hopes up… Not being able to actually feel, not even supposed to exist - don't you think… don't you think that's depressing?"

"Axel…"

"Well, I do. And I, for one, don't plan on living that way. No sir."

Roxas, this time, decided not to say anything. Axel stared at him compassionately. Well, now that I've managed to make my best friend totally and completely freaked out…

6...!

What was that?

5...!

Oh. It was probably coming from the party downstairs.

4...!

"God, Axel."

The pyromaniac raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

3...!

"You're just so optimistic sometimes. Are you sure you're a Nobody?"

Axel sighed. "Unfortunately, pretty damned. But…"

2...!

"…but, I'd like to believe I'm not. Not like the rest, atleast."

"Oh? And why's that?"

1...!

"Because," Axel grinned. "I'm not afraid to do this."

Almost instantly, Axel grabbed Roxas's tiny shoulders and crushed his lips against his, kissing him fiercely. He felt like his lips were on fire. pleasekissmebackpleasekissmebackplease

Shocked, he felt Roxas wrapping his skinny arms around his neck, kissing him back with equal vigor as he tilted his head slightly, meshing his lips fully with Axel's. Almost on impulse, his tongue ran against Roxas's lips, attempting to pry them open. Dazed, Roxas parted them and allowed Axel to explore his mouth through his lips and tongue, and explore his body with hands and fingers and light touches and caresses.

Unfortunately, you need air to function properly. Roxas let out a whimper as Axel pulled back, allowing them both to catch their breaths. Axel's emerald eyes wandered over the capture the face of the panting Roxas, who's face was completely flustered with an expression of innocence, and his lips were red and kiss bruised. Axel didn't think he'd ever seen Roxas look sexier before in his existence.

Axel was the first to stand up, as he pulled out an awkward hand for Roxas to take. "Uh… here," he said shyly, as Roxas took it. Axel then hoisted him up. "We should go check on the others."

"Yeah," Roxas nodded. His heart pounded from the warmth radiating from Axel's hand. Wait… his heart pounded… could Axel be right?

Eventually, they made their way towards the room where the party was held at, only to find…

Marluxia, Xemnas, and Saïx sprawled all over each other, passed out.

Zexion and Demyx with their arms around each other sloppily, passed out.

Larxene with her cloaked zipped all the way down to her waist, so she was revealing her bra, passed out.

Luxord and Lexaeus on the poker table, passed out.

Xigbar and Xaldin, laying on some random couches, passed out.

And Vexen, stripped down to his red-heart boxers, on the floor, passed out.

Axel and Roxas stared in disgust. Ingrates.

"Bunch of pussies. Couldn't take a little alchohol, hm?" Axel laughed.

Roxas sighed. "Maybe I should get to bed…" he told himself, taking in the realization that him and Axel were the only conscious ones in the castle, and that made him dizzy. He was about to walk away before Axel gripped onto his arm and stopped him, turning him around.

"You mean, we get to bed," the redhead grinned.

"Yes, I mean we get to be - what?" He was interrupted by Axel placing a light kiss on his lips. Then, on his cheek, then on his neck, then on his nose, then on his forehead.

"Stop that," the blond whined.

"Why?" Axel fake-whimpered.

"Because…" Roxas blushed, "it's making me grin like an idiot," he smiled.

"But you look adorable when you smile, Roxy."

Roxas punched him lightly on the shoulder and laughed. "Idiot."

Axel smirked and scooped Roxas into his arms, carrying him bridal-style to his room.

Because I love making fun of the Organization. :D Especially Vexen.

First day of summer, and I HAD to write something. X.x

Anywho, if I get atleast… hm… 5 reviews? Then I'll continue this piece by making more one-shots. So please review. ;-; Construction critisizm allowed, but no flames please. Dx