Axel slammed the door to his car shut, long (and relatively expensive) camera in hand, blue jeans, plaid t-shirt. The kind of outfit that made him feel like he was crazy, but then again…this was the kind of stuff people wore to lacrosse games, right? The kind of people who got together on weekends for barbecues and sent their kids to expensive colleges?

It was half time (thank God he wasn't that late) and each of the teams had broken up to their respective ends of the field, taking drinks and practicing cradling and passing and checking and all of the important things that were needed for lacrosse. It wasn't hard to spot Roxas (he was the shortest one on the team, and the only blonde), who was drinking Gatorade like he had been parched for hours and then deciding to steal his friend's water and open the top over his head.

Axel smiled and walked into the group of people, clearly the tallest one there, ready to take as many pictures as he could. He raised the camera to his eye and focused it on Roxas, definitely not wanting to miss the sight of the teen's wet, dripping, deliciously sweaty body.

"Nice, Axel." He murmured to himself. "You've officially achieved grade-A pedophilia."

As soon as the words passed from his mouth, one of the fathers spun around and gave him an incredulous look. Axel paused for a moment before he smiled politely and raised a hand in a lazy wave, hoping that his prison-cell-quality tattoos wouldn't make this guy call the cops on him or something.

Instead, however, he heard, "Who are you cheering for? I don't recall seeing you at any of the previous games."

"Oh, uh…" Axel snapped back to attention and looked down at the short, balding man. He had liver spots on the back of his head (major ew) and on the back of his hands, and his upper lip looked like he had tried to grow a mustache, shaved it off, and it had only partly grown back.

"Well?" Mr. Ugly (his new nickname) asked, crossing his arms and fixing Axel with the most impatient look on the face of the planet.

"Roxas." Axel answered immediately, putting as much irritation in his voice as he had seen on Mr. Ugly's face. "DuPont. You haven't seen me at any of the previous games because--"

"--he's been on medical leave, yeah." The guy finished, redirecting his attention toward the game. Half time was almost over, and the redhead would've given anything to get away from this and get Roxas's attention. "Man, that kid's really something. He's got a hell of a lot going for him. It was really unfortunate what happened with his surgery and all, but apparently he had some great rehab instructor who got him playing again like nothing ever happened."

"Oh?" Axel asked, raising his eyebrows, feigning surprise. "Who? I hear it's really hard to mend ankle injuries."

"Some homo from the Theater District." He answered. "Apparently he was really into dancing or something, then decided to get all sentimental and teach hurt kids. Don't really care about that part, though. It's just a goddamn miracle that Rox is playing again."

"Uh-huh." Axel clicked his tongue and swallowed retort, taking a few steps forward, vainly trying to get in Roxas's line of vision. "Hey, mister…?"

"Call me Al."

"Right. Al. Sorry about this, but I'm going to have to leave you for a minute. Trying to get some pictures, you know?"

"Oh yeah." Al turned and smiled politely, but Axel could see the malicious, prying glint in this guy's eyes. "How do you know Roxas?"

"His mother." Axel answered. Okay, first answer that popped into his head. "We…um…" Think, Axel, think. What had Roxas told him about his family? Rich, Russian, blonde, life-insurance policies…

"I dealt with some legal proceedings for her."

"Is that so?"

"Yes." Axel nodded and glanced at Roxas, who was talking to one of his friends dressed in civilian clothes (a.k.a.- not a lacrosse uniform) and who had the most interesting shade of…blue hair? "After her husband passed away, I did some work with the life-insurance policy."

"Oh, that's interesting. Well, hey, I can see that you're distracted, so I'll just let you go." Axel glanced back at Al, who was smiling up at him, and smiled back. Controlled.

"Thanks."

"Good luck with your endeavors."

Axel blinked, camera still slightly raised, as Al walked away. The fuck…? Well, anyway. He didn't have time for this. The game was going to resume shortly, and he really, really wanted Roxas to see him before it did.

The blonde turned away from his friend, smiling broadly, and Axel raised a hand as high as he could. Of course, Roxas saw him. Missing Axel would be like missing an infra-red flag pole.

He smiled and waved back at Axel, picking up his lacrosse stick and swinging it over his shoulder. Axel lowered his hand, fully satisfied now, raising his camera to his eye. Through his lens he saw Roxas cowering behind one of the other players, and upon receiving a curious look, pointed at the camera.

Said friend just chuckled and shook his head, and not seconds later the whistle was blown to resume play. A ref came up to the middle of the field, holding his hands up on either side. "State Championship game; Dancing Kick-Ass Faeries versus Sky Hawks." A chuckled passed through the crowd, and Axel raised his eyebrows at the team name. Pretty sure that wasn't what Roxas had told him what it was a few months ago, but whatever. "Score is 10:10. Overtime resumes."

Oh, shit. Axel thought, sighing to himself. Okay, so maybe was late. Really, really late. Late enough that Roxas's team had tied the opponent and now went into overtime. He brought his camera back up to his eye and trained it on Roxas, who was standing next to a mountain of a boy, clicking away the moment the whistle blew again.

--

"Hey Big Boy." Roxas said, smirking as he walked up to his friend from exactly a year before, holding his stick in his hands. "Ready to get crushed?"

"Back at you, princess." Big Boy sneered. "How's your ankle feeling? Did that dancing fag fix it up for you?"

"You bet." Roxas answered. He clicked his tongue and prepared himself to bolt for the goal, rolling his ankle a few times, just like Axel had told him to do before running. "I missed you so much, though."

"Ha! I missed…" Pause. God, this guy was stupid. Roxas just sighed and trained his eyes forward, shifting from foot to foot, needing to run. "Missed tripping you!"

"Well, you know what they say."

"What? 'The bigger they are the harder they fall'?" Big Boy was sneering again, and Roxas decided that, in that moment, he was personally going to wipe it off his face. Or he would have Axel do it for him. Whichever.

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Whistle. Roxas shot forward, leaving Big Boy standing there confused and slightly irritated. As soon as he realized what happened, he came lumbering slowly after Roxas, panting before he had even made it ten feet.

He glanced around furtively, noticed that Demyx had the ball. Stupid, teacher/lover-stealing Demyx. "Dem!" Roxas cried, waving his stick around. His fellow blonde glanced back and, upon noticing him, immediately passed the ball.

Roxas caught it, cursing under his breath as he saw all of the other team's players surrounding him. They all had to be as stupid as Big Boy, smirking like idiots, and the blonde just knew that they thought he was going to trip again. Well, surprise. He thought. I won't.

He saw an opening in their defense and bolted through it, dodging two players, faced with only two more standing in front of the goal. Of course, one of them was Big Boy. He launched toward it, bringing his stick back to shoot, saw Big Boy's foot shoot out at the last second.

Thank you, Axel. Roxas leaned back on his heels, left foot sliding forward and his right foot sliding back, falling into a split. He shot the ball forward once he was beneath the other two player's sticks, watched it roll into the net, and screamed in victory. His team screamed in victory. The other team screamed in defeat. The parents were looking at him with a look of sheer shock on their faces.

"Roxas, my man!" He heard, the team circling around him. He jumped up from his split, his thighs not even burning (again, thanks, Axel) like they had before when he practiced that move, embracing his teammates.

"Suck on that, Sky Hawks!" He cried over all of the cheers, delighting in Big Boy's sour expression as his father came over and railed him for not succeeding in the trip, and all it was was a trip, and how on Earth could he mess it up?

--

"That was amazing, boy." Coach said as the team cooled down, packing up their stuff, munching on the delicious Polish cookies that Demyx's mother had made them. "I've never seen such an amazing split in my life."

"Nor, I." The second, familiar voice came from behind Roxas, and when he spun around he saw Axel standing frightfully close to him, smiling approvingly. "It was, quite amazing."

"Axel!" He dropped his cookie and threw his arms around the redhead's waist, hugging him tightly, rejoicing in the familiar scent that he hadn't been able to indulge in for over a week. "I did good, right?"

"You did well, yes." Axel pulled back and ruffled Roxas's hair, glancing around. "Where's your mom?"

"She ran to the car to get something." Roxas answered. He turned around and glanced at his team, all of whom were staring at him. "Hey, guys, this is that guy I was telling you about."

"The pedophile?" One of them asked, and Roxas laughed and nodded.

"Yeah."

"Oh dear, Roxas." Axel said, running his fingers through the soft, blonde hair. "You're going to ruin my reputation."

"Yeah, okay, whatever. That feels really good." Roxas closed his eyes and leaned into Axel's touch, but it was brief. Axel pulled his hand away almost as soon as the words were out of Roxas's mouth, smirking.

"I'll keep doing it if you do another split."

"What? Hell no. That's not fair."

"Is to. Do another split."

"But Axel!" Roxas whined, stamping his feet like an impatient child who wasn't being satisfied quickly enough. "It hurts!"

"It can't hurt that badly if you already did one." Axel replied. "Tell you what. If you do a split and touch your toes," He paused and leaned down to whisper in Roxas's ear, kissing his cheek gently. "I'll give you an extra special treat later."

Roxas's face flushed a deep red, and the guys on his team laughed. "Damn, Roxas." One of them said, crossing his arms. "Whatever he said to you, it must've been good. Now show us a split."

Soon enough, the entire team was chanting, 'Split! Split! Split!' and Roxas had no choice but to hand his stick to Axel, and curl his toes, closing his eyes, breathing deeply. He leaned forward slowly, feeling his feet move, one in front and one behind, until they were an equal space apart and he could feel the ground uncomfortably pressed against his…man parts.

"Holy shit." Demyx muttered, his look of awe very similar to the other team members' (pun intended). "How the hell are you not like, dying?"

"Practice." Axel answered, combing his fingers through Roxas's hair. "Show off more and touch your toes, Roxy."

"Please don't call me that in public." Roxas breathed, leaning forward. He did so until his chest was pressed against his knee, and he reached out, grabbing the toes of his right foot with both hands. "Pet names should be reserved for the privacy of your apartment."

"Very impressive, Rox." Ah, there's mom's voice. Roxas glanced up and smiled at her, coming back up and holding his hands out for Axel. He was pulled up almost immediately, and equally as quickly he walked over to his mother.

"You think so?"

"I do. Even more impressive than your lacrosse playing today." She leaned forward and placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead, smiling. "As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to take you out to dinner to celebrate."

"No way." Roxas said, leaning back and grinning. "Are we going to--"

"Kvartira 44; yes." His mother finished. "Definitely not as good as the one in Moscow, but good enough. I mean, for Christ's sake. They only have two restaurants in the whole world, and one is in Moscow and the other is in New York City."

"And can--"

"Yes, Axel can come." She finished. "Zexion took his car home because he said there's something he had to do before we went out, so we should probably go pick him up. Axel can ride with us. Is that okay?"

The redhead glanced up from staring at Roxas's deliciously tight ass (hopefully it hadn't been that noticeable) and smiled, shrugging.

"Of course it is. I'll just swing by and get my car tomorrow." He walked up and placed a hand on Roxas shoulder, smiling at Claire. "Are we ready?"

"I believe so." She answered, turned, and lead them to the car.

--

"I'll get him." Roxas volunteered as they pulled up to the house, unbuckling his seat belt. He had been allowed to ride shotgun, so poor Axel was forced in the back (not that he minded). The game had gone unexpectedly long, so by the time they were home the sun had long since set and the entire neighborhood was bathed in deep violet light.

"You sure?" Claire asked, placing her hand lightly on his. "I wouldn't want my champion lifting one extra finger, you know."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Roxas smiled and opened the door, slamming it shut behind him, afraid of what his mother was going to say to Axel while he was gone. Not that he should be; the only person who knew about them was Zexion, and Roxas was quite confident that the bluenette would never tell.

He jumped up on the front porch and stuck his key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door. "Zexion, get your fat ass out here." He called, glancing around. "My mom's taking us out to dinner to celebrate my victory. Where are you?"

He walked through the foyer and glanced into the living room, where he was met with a rather unusual, not to mention unexpected, scene. There was someone laying on the couch, but it definitely wasn't Zexion. The broad back and shoulders couldn't belong to Roxas's delicately shaped friend, nor could the dirty blonde hair. As a matter of fact, it looked just like…

"Roxas!" Zexion gasped, fighting for breath, poking his head out from the other side of the couch. Looking up was Lexaeus, completely nonplussed by the situation, eyebrows raised. "Roxas."

Roxas snapped his eyes away from his teacher and glanced down at Zexion, who was underneath him. Zexion's shirt was on the other side of the room, his hair was a mess, and his lips were red and moist. "Yes?"

"Roxas, I can totally explain all of this." He said, raising his hands, eyes wide and innocent and cautious.

It took a moment for the words to sink in, for the image to sink in, but once it finally had, the blonde just smiled and stuck a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the door. "Dinner?"

--

"Okay, well, this is certainly going to be an interesting dinner." Claire said, smiling. She was sitting at the head of the table, smiling down at all of them. To her left sat Roxas, to her right sat Axel (and, naturally, Roxas and Axel were sitting across from each other). To Roxas's left was Zexion, across from Zexion sat Lexaeus, all of them with steaming Russian dishes in front of them.

"Um…Zexion, why don't you tell us about that project that you're working on for chemistry?" Roxas murmured, poking at the tripe that he had ordered, eyes locked with Axel's.

"Oh, okay." Zexion said, smiling. "Well, see, I'm trying to figure out the perfect recipe for getting people addicted to chocolate. So what I'm doing is…"

Roxas tuned his friend out (hardly regrettably, he hated chemistry and he was terrible at it) and slipped his right foot out of his sneaker, reaching his leg out under the table and stroking Axel's calf with the tip of his toe, taking a bite of his Russian-style cow's tongue.

Axel half choked on one of the meatballs he had ordered and glare up at Roxas, who just smiled at him innocently and glanced over at Zexion, who was babbling on and on about atoms and enzymes and stuff that Roxas didn't understand.

Idly he moved his foot up, past Axel's knee, massaging the inside of his thigh. He received another death glare from his lover, but he pretended not to notice it and continued with his ministrations, Axel making to move to stop him.

"So, in short, that's what I'm doing." Zexion finished, smiling up at Lexaeus, who smiled back. "I know it's kind of complicated, but I'm getting like, a ton of extra credit for it, so…yeah. It should work out well."

"That was in short?" Roxas asked, raising an eyebrow. Zexion snorted and munched on his Olivje salad, shaking his head.

"You just don't understand because all of freshmen year you skipped out on chemistry to go make out with Sora behind the cafeteria."

"So not true!" Roxas yelled, turning a bright shade of red. "Plus, even if there was an ounce of truth to your completely outrageous claims, I'm totally over that, anyway. Totally. I don't even know why I bother with him anymore. The only reason I have to interact with him is because he's on my team, and even then--"

"Okay, Roxas. We get it." Claire said, smiling gently. "Um…so…" She sighed and took a bite of whatever it was she had ordered (Roxas hadn't been paying attention) and glanced away, out the window. "Zexion, give me another English lesson."

"Okay!" Zexion said more than enthusiastically. "Let me think of the most obscure word I can…"

Roxas sighed and moved his foot a little, pressing it hard against Axel's cock, which was already remarkably stiff. He smirked and began massaging the more sensitive area of his teacher's body, delighting in the way the redhead's expression contorted. They continued on like this for a while, Roxas pressing his toes hard against Axel's throbbing erection, before Axel stood up abruptly and cleared his throat.

"Bathroom." He quickly explained, running away from the table hurriedly, leaving Roxas staring after him with a look of almost disappointment on his face.

"What's wrong with him?" Lexaeus asked, those being the first words he had said all night.

"Dunno. Roxas, what's wrong with him?" Zexion asked.

"Indigestion, maybe?" Claire offered up, watching Axel disappear behind the door to the men's room.

"Could be. Maybe he really needed to go before we left and he just didn't say anything because he was behind polite or something." Zexion murmured.

They fell silent, Zexion, Roxas, and Claire watching the door to the bathroom, waiting for Axel to return, Lexaeus going through the drinks menu with a look of utter boredom on his face. They stayed like that for quite a while, the only sound of silverware clinking on porcelain plates echoing amongst them.

"He's taking a really long time." Claire muttered.

Before the words had even passed her lips Roxas stood up, scurrying away from the table. "I'll go check on him!" He called over his shoulder, pushing open the door and drowning out their replies.

He locked the door to the bathroom behind him, immediately spotting Axel's feet in the handicapped stall, moving to push it open. It was locked, of course, and he shook it irritably. "Axel, it's me. Open up."

He heard the lock click moments later, and once he pushed the door open, saw Axel standing against the wall, his erection terribly obvious in his dress trousers (Claire had made them all change before they went out to dinner).

"Roxas, you made this mess. Now fix it." He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down, revealing his…problem. Roxas couldn't help but chuckle as it popped up, and he walked forward, leaning into his Axel, trailing his fingertips across the shaft teasingly.

"God, Axel. It's so smooth."

"Because you made me wax it!" Axel barked, fighting to keep from moaning at the minimal pleasure Roxas was supplying him with.

"Because I absolutely detest bodily hair." Roxas retorted, expression deadpanning. "Hair is on your head. No where else."

"Which head?" Axel asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, ha-ha. You're so funny." The blonde sighed and dropped down to his knees, holding Axel's hips firmly against the wall. "Well, I guess this can't be helped."

"No. Now start."

Roxas smirked and leaned forward, flicking his tongue teasingly against the tip before he took Axel's entire length into his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth, sucking him hard.

--

"So, Mr. Gradley…Lexaeus…let me sum it all up for you." Claire finished, smiling politely. "If you ever hurt Zexion again, I will come to your house in the middle of the night with all of my late husband's buddies from the Russian mafia. I will not sedate you when I cut your balls off. I will put them in a blender with some water and some vodka, blend them to a puree, and make you eat it once it's finished. Are we clear?"

Zexion and Lexaeus were both gaping at her, food completely forgotten on cold plates in front of them, expressions deadpanned. Axel and Roxas returned to the table, Roxas looking completely satisfied and Axel slightly ruddy, glancing between the three of them.

"What the hell happened?" Roxas asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. He took his place back across from Axel and glanced at the redhead, who just shrugged, and immediately began playing footsie with him under the table.

"I'm glad you two are back, because there's something I wanted to say." Claire said, breaking eye contact with Lexaeus, smiling between her son and Axel. "Mr. Russo…Axel…"

"Yes?" Axel raised his eyebrows, trying his best to smack Roxas's feet with his own under the table but failing miserably, in the end just letting his little blonde treat him to a gentle foot massage.

"I'm going to cut right to the chase." She said, taking a sip of her water. "I know that you're sleeping with my son. I know that you've been screwing him for about six months now, and that every time you've "taken Roxas out for celebration" you've really been taking him back to your apartment to fuck."

Roxas's mouth fell open, as did Axel's, but Claire completely ignored the two of them and continued, sighing. "Now, under normal circumstances, I would be angry. However, I've had quite some time to consider this. If it wasn't for you, my son wouldn't be playing lacrosse right now. And let me tell you something, there is only one thing in this world that he loves more than lacrosse, and that's you." She shrugged. "You make him happy. And I like seeing him happy. So, instead of grounding him for months and getting a restraining order against you, I will let you to continue seeing each other. Under one condition."

They were all silent for a moment before Roxas gently kicked Axel, and he snapped back to attention. "What…uh…what would that be?"

"You must answer the following question, and under no circumstances may you not." She folded her hands under her chin and blinked, and Axel nodded quickly. "Yes, sure. Anything."

Claire glanced between Roxas and Axel, and devious little smile playing on her lips, and she opened her mouth to speak. "Which one of you tops?"

A/N: I present...THE END! You know, I'm kind of sad to see this series ending, but at the same time I'm not. I'm ready to move onto something else, and God knows that I have a lot of ideas. Which you guys are going to vote on. But that's later. ^^

So how'd you like it? Were you guys disappointed? I certainly hope not, because it took me FOREVER to come up with a halfway decent plot that was worthy of the end of this totallysickwickedawesome ---- [yes, one word] fic. And so I hope you all liked it. I also have to give partial credit to Xanjen, whom without this fic probably totally would've died xD (Seriously, dude, you're like my muse. Seriously. Is that creepy? o.o)

So, before I list the ideas for future fics that you guys have to vote on, there are a few things I gotta say. NaiveSymphony, you're oneshot will be coming up next, before anything. After that, I owe a fic because the aforementioned lovely person reminded me of Lexaeus's wife, who I totally forgot about. And yes, both oneshots will contain plently of lemon (especially the first one) and all that great stuff.

NOW! For the voting. Below, I shall list a few of the ideas I've had as they would appear once they're uploaded. As in, title with summary. I don't have titles for some of them yet, so if any of you have any ideas (and we all know I like to keep my titles clever xP) just lemme know.

1) [Title-less!] - Reverend and Mrs. DuPont believe in the Bible. They believe that sex outside of marriage is wrong; especially gay sex. Axel believes in free love, true love, and homo love. Somewhere along the line, Roxas got caught between the two of them. AkuRoku: Lemon, Fluff, and angst.

2) Lot #913 - Welcome to a world where you are just a number. You are shipped illegally from country to country, waiting for one of the men or women shrouded in black to like your face and purchase you. Until that happens, you are worthless. Property. Your life means nothing. AkuRoku: Lemon, fluff in later chapters.

3) [Title-less!] - Who knew that four simple words could change your life completely? That they could erase any sense of normality; the routine that you once clung to for dear life obliterated by a few brief sounds that were barely even audible? AkuRoku: Step-dad Axel, serious age difference. You have been warned.

~Sara