Disclaimer: The characters of Kingdom Hearts do not belong to me, unfortunately. But I'll use them anyway.

A/N: Happy Halloween, people! Okay, this is nothing near scary...if anything it's more smutty and humorous...with a crossdressing Roxas, and an awkward title. Yeah, I couldn't think of anything else around 1:00 AM.

Originally the first section of this was written for a meme I posted on dA, but I expanded on it. It's weird writing smut so don't mind if it's, well, weird. lol Enjoy.

Rosy Red with a Touch of Axel

The house was utterly silent when Axel returned from an exhausting day at work. Who knew children were so vicious when it came to ice cream? He was a complete mess. Splotches of strawberry, chocolate and mint tainted his once white uniform. Why did his manager insist on making him wear white anyway? It was a stupid idea!

Axel groaned audibly, kicked off his shoes, and dragged himself up the stairs. The main floor was dark. No lamps or chandeliers were turned on. That meant that Roxas wasn`t home yet. “Then again he said he got a new job...”Axel thought to himself as he drummed a finger against his cheek.

He yawned and stepped into his bedroom only to find it dimly lit with candles. His eyes bulged and his hand froze over his mouth as his yawn disappeared. There, on his bed, was his lover in a silky red and white maid outfit. “Welcome home, master,” Roxas purred seductively with the cutest voice he could conjure up. His legs were covered with white stockings, and silky ribbons tied the loose ends to his slender thighs. Those delicate ribbons....they were long, sprawled out all over the bed sheet, begging to be tugged on and/or abused in various ways. The outfit itself was richly decorated with white frills. A few of them only covered the chest area, making it very revealing. Roxas didn`t have breasts though, so it didn`t matter in his case...aside from the fact that the little pink buds on his chest were showing.

Axel could only drool when he noticed that the dress was just above Roxas’ thighs. This was no normal maid outfit... “W-whoa—w-wait, did Roxas alter it?!” Maybe he did, but Axel didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere with a stupid question.

The scent was strange in the room...no, it wasn`t candles, it was perfume. Roxas was trying to play his maid part perfectly. His scent was sweet, yet intoxicating and enthralling. It smelled of fresh peaches from an orchard. One he and Roxas visited during one romantic summer together.

As Axel stood frozen in his spot, Roxas sauntered over to him slowly, one sock-covered foot in front of the other. The loose ribbons trailed elegantly behind him. The blond maid smiled with narrowed eyes as he undid the buttons on Axel`s messy uniform. “Hmm...” Roxas hummed to himself thoughtfully and tilted his head to the side ever so innocently. “Why is my master dirty?”

“Work,” Axel answered breathily, after his lover slowly slid the filthy shirt down his arms. The loose cloth made Axel shutter delightfully. Roxas’ adroit fingers roamed along the man’s chest, exploring each curve carefully, a small smile still dancing over his lips. The redhead’s breath came out weakly as Roxas tugged him towards the bed. He’d never seen his lover wear such beautiful clothing before. It fit Roxas perfectly...too perfectly. Surely it was an altered piece.

“What’s the occasion?” Axel wondered aloud as he brushed his fingers along Roxas’ sides. He wanted to jump Roxas, throw him onto the bed and do many unmentionable things to him.

“Don’t need a particular one. Can’t it just be because I love you?” Roxas asked with a low chuckle. He placed Axel on the bed and then sat on his lap, kicking his legs gently along the sides, showing off the ribbons and frills. He rested his hands on Axel’s shoulders and leaned forward to kiss him sweetly on the neck. “Does this not please you, master?” he asked playfully, still swinging his legs.

Axel grinned as he swiftly pulled his beloved down from his lap and onto the cushiony mattress. The blond chuckled as he had expected Axel to do that. “Master...I quite like that,” the man replied as he sat in between Roxas’ legs, a smug smile present on his lips.

Using a finger or two, he slowly raised one of the rosy ribbons and gave it a light tug, loosening the stocking that hugged Roxas’ right thigh. While doing that he pressed his lips against the blond’s for a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths—sometimes fighting for dominance, and their smiles never wavered. It was a hot and enjoyable moment for them, perfect after a rough day at work. Moans of pleasure filled the thick air. The delicious scent of peach perfume still lingered as well.

As Axel pulled away for oxygen, he slowly slid Roxas’ stocking down his leg, revealing smooth, cream-coloured skin. “Very nice choice.” The material was soft and cottony, and Axel was certain it was expensive, especially with the graceful designs decorating the ankles. But it was worth it in the end because it matched perfectly with Roxas’ custom made uniform.

When Axel moved lower, Roxas held onto his shoulders, both of them still panting desperately for air. The stocking had been pulled away and the redhead leaned forward to brush his lips against Roxas’ smooth thigh. He was rather high up because his nose was just touching the frills of Roxas’ tight costume.

God, Axel wished he had a camera at the moment. He wanted at least one picture of a panting Roxas in a maid costume. It would have looked nice on his dresser at least. But for now, all he could do was delight in the fact that his lover had decided to entertain him by dressing up in a sexy costume.

“This, my dear Roxas, is going to be one long night,” Axel informed huskily, right before he dragged a tongue along the blond’s thigh.

A breathy gasp tore through Roxas’ throat as he weaved his fingers through his husband’s fiery tresses. “You make it sound as though I didn’t know that from the beginning,” the maid whispered shakily.

“Not at all.” Axel chuckled gutturally as he littered his lover’s leg with countless kisses. The redhead wanted to touch every piece of fabric and every inch of skin with his hot fingers. Or perhaps with his tongue. Maybe he would let Roxas decide. Or maybe he wouldn’t. But there were numerous ways to play with his personal maid after all. He had all night.

“Master,” the blond breathed out softly, cheeks dusted with a scarlet red blush. He sat upright and shifted his left leg closer to Axel’s cheek. “It’s a bit tight,” he informed with the sweetest voice possible, gesturing his chin towards the white stocking. An adorable pout formed on his features as he cupped his hands together in front of his chest. “Please, master,” he begged hotly, eyes sparkling with desire, “won’t you loosen it for me?”

Blood instantly rushed into Axel’s lower region, because god the blond was good at role-playing. Just drinking up Roxas’ display made Axel want to fetch a box of tissues for his nose. He could have sworn he felt something hot trickle from his nose, but that might have been from his imagination.

At the moment, Roxas had Axel completely wrapped around his pretty little finger.

“Is that too much to ask, master?” he wondered sadly, pressing a finger against his lower lip.

“Hell no,” Axel replied, mouth dry. Leaning forward, he took the tip of the silk ribbon between his teeth and tugged gently, loosening the stocking around Roxas’ thigh. Moans of relief ricocheted off the walls in their bedroom as Roxas felt cool air caress his skin. Slowly the cotton sock rolled down his leg, and Axel dropped affectionate kisses along the way. Just until he reached the ankle.

“Master is very kind to me,” Roxas murmured breathily, reaching forward to stroke his husband’s cheek. “How may I repay you?” Just then he spread his legs a little, giving Axel a sneak preview of what was hiding beneath the rosy red frock. It certainly wasn’t something he normally wore, and it definitely wasn’t something Axel had ever seen sitting in their drawers before either.

“You really went all out.” Axel chuckled huskily and crawled on top of his husband, sliding a knee between the blond’s legs. He nuzzled into Roxas’ neck and dropped butterfly kisses all over, eliciting a small chuckle.

As Roxas ran his fingers through Axel’s sea of red hair, he smiled. “Master is suddenly being playful. How sweet,” he remarked suavely, twirling some hair around his fingers.

“Master can also be devious as well.” With a smirk growing on his lips, Axel reached behind Roxas and cupped his bum, earning a small squeak. He massaged it gently, rubbing his hands up and down in a sensual rhythm, loving the smooth material that hugged his husband’s body.

“Oh, master!” Roxas moaned softly as Axel’s hand slid lower and touched a sensitive spot just between his legs. The delicious sounds didn’t just come from that though. No, no. Axel trailed kisses along Roxas’ collar, then to his chest where he found cute little buds staring up at him excitedly. The redhead kissed them, licked them playfully, sucked on them every so often, and nipped at them until his gorgeous maid was arching, writhing, and crying out desperately beneath him.

The sound of Roxas’ sensual moans caused heat to shoot straight into the redhead’s loins, making him groan audibly. Even the sight of a sweating, panting Roxas did the trick.

“Master can be cruel as well.” Axel smirked, pulled away, and left Roxas alone for a moment, allowing him to swallow a generous amount of air. His hair was dishevelled and his exposed legs had been spread, both reaching towards the opposite ends of the king-sized bed. His arms were limp, lying on either side of his head

“Master Axel…please do more,” the blond begged through heavy breaths, face tainted with a heavy flush of red.

“Not until you do something for me,” Axel decided smugly, a smirk still parading over his lips.

The blond maid accepted the challenge and mirrored Axel’s haughty expression. He sat up and leaned over his husband, legs spread rather widely. “Of course, master. I’m at your service—here to do obey your every whim.” On all fours, Roxas didn’t just seem like a maid. He also looked like a hungry tiger ready to pounce on its prey. Oh, how he looked seductive, adorable, and endearing all at the same time. Axel wanted him soon.

“Undress me and perhaps I will reward you.” To tease the blond, Axel pulled on one of the many bows that held the uniform together. It loosened and the redhead realized that the costume was beginning to slip from Roxas’ shoulders. He licked his lips at the delicious display.

“Master if you do that, I will be undressed before you,” Roxas explained coolly, a seductive smile playing over his lips. As he leaned forward, the frilled strap on his left shoulder slid down to his bicep.

“Would that be a problem?” Axel wondered, dragging a few fingers delicately along his husband’s slightly exposed back.

“Not at—all!” Roxas gasped sharply when his master snaked a hand under his uniform. Fingers danced along his silk underwear, making him shudder violently in anticipation. Heat pooled in his stomach as Axel’s fingers trailed lower and lower. “M-master! I m-meant—I-I was given—given an order!” Words almost came out in a quick slur, but Roxas made every effort to speak coherently.

“All right.” The redhead chuckled lowly and almost reluctantly retrieved his hands. He raised them in the air and practically gave Roxas full reign over his body. “I’m all yours.” Even though he’d said that, he felt a powerful urge to nibble on the exposed shoulder of his loved one…

Smiling deviously, the male maid bridged his body over Axel’s own and panted softly, still trying to regain control over his breathing. He lowered himself and blew gently at the bud poking out from Axel’s chest, earning a low hiss. “Does master not like that?” he wondered, tilting his head to the side and feigning innocence.

When no response was given, Roxas gave it an experimental lick and allowed his hands to slither down Axel’s sides. A quiet gasp was the blond’s reward, but he smiled anyway, considering it was a decent start. “Does my master need more?” he purred softly, cupping his husband below in a teasing manner. “I wish to serve you well.”

“Roxas…!” Axel breathed out his husband’s name gutturally through gritted teeth, trying his best to control himself. He clutched onto the blankets beneath him, whitening his knuckles. The last thing he wanted was to writhe viciously under his personal maid, who was only meant to undress him. Such defiance called for punishment…

“Tell me if anything feels…good,” Roxas continued, right before he pressed his lips softly against the pert bud. All of his fingers gradually gathered in the middle where the zipper and buttons of Axel’s jeans sat. There was a familiar tightness beneath that made Roxas smirk triumphantly, and thus he continued his teasing antics with confidence sparkling in his eyes. Not that Axel could see, since the blond’s head was still down.

“Come here and kiss me,” Axel commanded breathily. All of that teasing made him thirst for Roxas’ hot lips. Forget giving Roxas control over his body!

The blond complied and pushed himself forward, purposely brushing his and Axel’s lower regions together in a sensual manner. Both moaned audibly at the pleasurable sensation that washed through their bodies like tidal waves. Then Roxas’ arms began to quiver.

Noticing this, Axel took advantage and yanked the blond down for a passionate kiss, delving his tongue into his husband’s opened mouth without hesitation. He smiled, delighting in the intoxicating scent of fresh peaches that filled his senses. The way Roxas’ uniform brushed against his bare chest made him moan even louder, for the loose, snow-white frills tickled his skin. Everything about Roxas was simply divine.

Sweat trickled down the side of their faces as their tongues fought for dominance. Axel smirked victoriously when he succeeded, and he pushed the second strap on Roxas’ shoulder down to his bicep.

Never disregarding his initial task, Roxas reached down and undid the buttons and zippers of Axel’s jeans. He quickly thrust them and the pair of boxers downwards and freed his husband from their tight grasp. Then they were immediately tossed aside, banished from the bed for the rest of the night. “Mm…will you reward me for my services now?” Roxas murmured sultrily against Axel’s lips as he reached up and buried his hands in the man’s wet locks.

Slowly the redhead slipped a hand beneath his husband’s dress and began to play with the thin pair of panties, drawing out a small gasp from Roxas. “Your reward is punishment. Punishment for not following orders. How would your customers react to your unruly behaviour? When they demand one thing, you give them something else.” Smirking deviously, Axel dipped a hand beneath the thin piece of fabric and began to explore and caress every inch of hot skin.

“M-misbehaviour?” the blond maid wondered hoarsely, arching into the hand that fondled the private parts of his body. “Mas-master, you misunderstood—ah!” Losing balance from the amazing sensations coursing through his body, Roxas leaned forward and held onto his master’s well toned shoulders for support. His eyes were glazed with desire, bangs trickling with sweat, and his breaths came out raggedly.

“Losing vigour already?” Axel clicked his tongue repeatedly in faux disappointment and gave his personal maid a gentle squeeze below. “You’ll have to do better to make up for your naughty performance earlier.”

“Master Axel…! That f-feels…!” Moans tore through Roxas’ throat as he desperately clutched onto Axel’s shoulders. He pushed his bare legs together as if he wanted to trap his master’s skilled hands in their current position for the rest of the night. “Please master, don’t stop,” he purred lowly, finding this form of punishment rather endearing.

However, Axel had other devious plans in mind. He retrieved his moist hands and smirked as he spun his ravishing maid around. The dress, the frills, and the apron billowed elegantly as the blond quickly twirled. “Sit,” Axel commanded, patting his thighs welcomingly.

Roxas obeyed his master and planted himself on the man’s leg, shivering in anticipation.

Axel retraced his movements and slipped a hand under the frilled frock once more. Only this time, something slid down to Roxas’ thighs. The scarlet red pair of panties Roxas had acquired a week ago fell lower and lower as Axel tugged on them. The edges were covered with black laces and a little delicate bow sat at the centre of it all. The redhead chuckled hotly before he leaned forward and kissed and licked Roxas’ ear. “Mm…my little maid has exquisite taste. But seducing me with this… Such mischievous thoughts you have.”

“All to please you, master,” Roxas breathed out huskily, feeling heat pool in his stomach just from Axel’s breath against his ear. He then felt vulnerable when his husband abandoned the damp piece of fabric that hugged his thighs. It was trapped there, since Axel never chose to actually extract it from his legs. Roxas swallowed thickly. “What should I do for you now, master?” he asked using the calmest tone possible.

Warm fingers trailed along Roxas’ inner thighs and up they went until they reached a special spot. “You will sit still…and let me touch you,” Axel answered slyly, hand fondling the pulsing pleasure point on Roxas’ body.

“Oh!” The blond’s breath hitched and heat swirled in his cheeks, dyeing them red once more. “But…ngh…I—ah! S-shouldn’t I be—”

“No, you should obey your master’s order. Otherwise things could get…messy.” With a devilish smirk, Axel gave his husband a teasing squeeze, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure.

Axel’s fingers soon became wet from a special substance that came straight from his precious little maid. He grinned victoriously and continued massaging the blond with skilful hands, loving the way his personal maid writhed and moaned from sweet pleasure. “You should be thankful for this special treatment. Other master’s wouldn’t be so generous,” Axel whispered softly into his husband’s ear, hot breath ghosting over the shell.

Roxas reached behind himself and twisted his fingers through Axel’s hair, needing to grasp onto some part of his husband’s body. “M-my m-master is very-very generous! “But—ah!” Coherent words could barely be formed, but there was something that needed to be said. Something very important. “W-wait! Master A-Axel, plea—anh!” He moaned audibly at a particularly hard squeeze and threw his head back. It was his punishment for speaking up.

“You dare deny the pleasure I bestow upon you?” Axel couldn’t help but laugh when Roxas squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head rapidly in denial.

“A-ah! M-m-master Axel, please…!” Roxas begged and drew his knees inward as if he was trying to control the heat swirling in his lower region. But that did little to help, for Axel was still rubbing and abusing that particular area with nimble fingers. Roxas seemed so defenceless at the moment. His face was flushed a scarlet red, layered with a coat of sweat, and his body quivered violently against Axel’s own. He couldn’t even bring his hands down from Axel’s hair, because god, he felt the need to clutch onto the man for dear life. But he also needed to do something about his unusual predicament. “M-master, I-I don’t—n-not on the d-dress! I-I have—ngh! I-I’ll need this-this if I’m going to-to serve you again!”

Smirking at the thought, Axel decided to be merciful. The devious redhead lifted the front of Roxas’ dress with a free hand, pulling all loose frills and ribbons along with him. Everything from the waist down was exposed and Axel could only lick his lips, loving the delicious view even from behind. Axel’s other hand continued to caress and squeeze Roxas’ groin until the blond could no longer handle such pleasure.

“A-ahh…Master!” the male maid squealed loudly and jerked when the tightness in his stomach disappeared. Everything he released had successfully avoided the skirt and only splattered over the lowest part of his abdomen. Roxas panted heavily and leaned his back against Axel’s chest, feeling both exhausted and satisfied by everything. He was grateful that his priceless costume didn’t receive any dirty stains. “A-Axel that was…intense…” The blond sat there lazily, completely out of character for the moment.

“Punishment for disobeying my command during role-play.” Axel slid the dark red panties all the way down Roxas’ legs and raised them to clean the mess.

“Mm… but I only wanted to make you feel good,” Roxas reasoned softly, smiling up at his husband with loving eyes.

“I know.” Axel smiled appreciatively and then leaned down to plant a tender kiss on his husband’s lips. “You are amazingly hot in that costume. Care to try it out some more.” He gestured his chin southward, indicating that he still needed more “service” from his personal maid.

Roxas smirked, twisted around and planted himself on his husband’s bare thigh, eliciting a low chuckle from the man. “Anything to please you…” The male maid leaned forward and brushed a knee against Axel’s groin before he breathed hotly over the man’s ear. “Master. I will submit to you any day and I will do whatever it takes to pleasure you.” Roxas backed away and slowly tugged on one of the silk laces on his bodice, revealing shimmering skin, along with dark pink buds pointing out from his chest.

Axel aimed his emerald eyes downward and practically drooled when he realized how aroused his maid was already.

“Every part of me belongs to you. But my question is, master,” Roxas muttered huskily, dragging his fingers all over said master’s torso. “Do you want me?”

Those particular words caused something in Axel to snap. He didn’t just want Roxas—he wanted Roxas now.

The redhead yanked Roxas down and kissed him fervently, sloppily, breathing roughly through his nose. They shared countless kisses and rolled on the bed, dishevelling sheets and misplacing pillows. Lacking self-control, Axel nipped and licked Roxas’ neck as he rolled his hips against his maid’s body, wanting release.

“O-oh, master Axel!” The flushed blond turned his head to give his husband better access to the pleasure points on his neck. Of course, being married for over three years, Axel knew exactly which spots to pleasure and abuse relentlessly.

Axel wanted to tear off the wrinkled maid costume and play with Roxas’ lithe body, but the working part of his mind warned him not to. The custom designed uniform must have been expensive and getting it repaired was only going to cost Roxas more money. So Axel took a short, but agonizing break from his feral movements and quickly undid seven other bows on the back of Roxas’ dress. He received many kisses of appreciation from his husband, but that wasn’t taking care of his problem below. Axel’s fingers fumbled many times and he mentally cursed whoever tied the bows, because they were skilful with knots. “Damn, Rox, you’re so beautiful but complicated!”

A husky chuckle fell from Roxas’ lips as he reached for a small bottle of lotion on the dresser. “I’m sorry for displeasing you, master. But I can’t promise I won’t do it again.” He batted an eyelash and allowed his frock to slither down his body, revealing more and more cream-coloured skin. The candle light showered his shimmering body with a warm glow. Roxas crawled onto his master like a sly cat getting ready to pounce on its prey. He smiled seductively and leaned forward, pressing his and Axel’s noses together. “I do these things because I love you, master Axel.”

To Roxas’ surprise, Axel tilted his chin up and captured his lips for a deep, loving kiss. It was different from the desperate, passionate ones they shared earlier, because Roxas felt himself melt in his husband’s arms. It was a genuine thank you kiss that Axel was giving him. “Mm…You can never really displease me,” the man murmured, brushing his lips against Roxas’ own. “But I might change my mind if you don’t hurry up with the preparations.”

One more kiss was shared before they pulled away from each other. “Yes, master.” A sweet and innocent smile danced across Roxas’ lips as he sat between his lover’s sprawled legs. After popping off the lid of the bottle in his possession, he poured a generous amount of creamy liquid all over his master, earning moans of sheer bliss. The male maid smiled proudly and lathered the lotion everywhere so Axel was slick and ready.

They quickly swapped positions and nearly rubbed up against one another, both desperate for friction and heat. Roxas rested on his back in a submissive position, limbs sprawled on the mattress for the time being.

Axel slowly and shakily dipped himself into Roxas’ small body, eliciting heavy moans laced with sheer pleasure. “Oh, master…master, more! Please…more…!” The helpless maid squeezed his eyes shut and breathed out his words with a sultry tone. He reached up and linked his hands behind Axel’s slick neck, desperately needing to cling onto something stable. In the past, Roxas tore up numerous bed sheets because Axel was so intense (but amazing) during sex. Every time Axel connected them together, the blond writhed and wanted to clutch onto something. Sheets were unfortunately the first objects he grabbed onto. Pillows came second. But this time, it was Axel.

“Nnngh! Master Axel!” Roxas jolted when he felt pleasure ripple through his body at a frighteningly quick pace. Axel struck that perfect spot in his body repeatedly, and the male maid felt as though he was experiencing heaven on earth. The blond’s toes curled inwards until they were pinching the bed sheets, and his fingers travelled upwards until they were weaving through Axel’s sea of red hair. He moaned audibly, desperately, and he occasionally sucked in the humid air. Heat continued to gather in Roxas’ stomach and he all wanted was more.

Roxas pressed himself against his husband’s frame, seeking more skin contact like his life depended on it.

“Roxas…!” Axel gasped his husband’s name out between passionate kisses and continued to move in a sensual rhythm, pleasuring both him and Roxas. He cupped his maid’s behind and gave the plump flesh playful squeezes, earning small squeals from the blond. A wild blush exploded onto the maid’s cheeks when Axel continued to toy with the most sensitive parts of his body

The scent of peaches still danced in the air, overpowering the scent of candles and even the unique smell of sex. Strange as it may be, the maid sprayed enough of the perfume around the room to make it last the entire night. But it was too perfect.

Breaths came out raggedly, faces were flushed a scarlet red, and a shimmering layer of sweat coated their bodies, making them slick. The light emitting from the candles were beginning to fade. Heavy moans ricocheted off the walls as they quickened the pace of their movements. Axel linked his and Roxas’ fingers together tightly as he continued to thrust, rubbing their torsos together at the same time. Words could never fully describe how amazing it felt to be within the male maid. Roxas’ hot little behind was always tight, yet snug; it was very much a perfect fit for Axel.

“Master…! Master A-Axel, I-I’m close.” Roxas squeezed his eyes shut and scraped his husband’s back with his colourful, sharpened nails, drawing out bits of blood. Roxas was delirious with pleasure, thus he became oblivious to the redness staining his fingers.

The blond’s body arched perfectly with every thrust Axel gave him. Roxas tossed his head to the side and tightened his hold on the sheets with his toes, tearing little holes into the fabric with little realization.

“Ah! Axel!” A shrill cry of pleasure tore through Roxas’ throat as his master caught hold of his groin. It became difficult to utter coherent words now that Axel was stroking him repeatedly. The rhythm was so quick that Roxas’ mind became clouded; even proper thoughts couldn’t even be formed.

Axel groaned as Roxas panted wildly into his ear; it drove him insane and he picked up the pace of his movements, if that was even possible. It even went to the point where the redhead reached his own limit.

“Roxas…!” Without any warnings, Axel released within his beautiful maid, drawing out a heavy moan from the blond.

Fortunately Roxas continued to experience pleasure because his master never stopped touching him. Hot fingers still wrapped around his groin, stroking up and down and occasionally squeezing him. Then finally, when Roxas couldn’t contain the heat in his stomach any longer, he released everything with a moan so loud his neighbours could probably hear. Utterly exhausted, Roxas breathed heavily and slumped onto the mattress, still clinging onto his master’s shoulders. “Wow…!”

Axel leaned forward and littered butterfly kisses all over Roxas’ neck, silently thanking him for a wonderful night. Both were almost completely drained of energy at the moment, but they were utterly satisfied nonetheless.

“Master…is certainly…generous,” the blond commented through quickened breaths, a weak smile present on his flushed features. He flipped their bodies around and pressed his lips against Axel’s own for a tender kiss. It was long, gentle, and full of affection. Roxas then chuckled as he combed his fingers through the man’s dishevelled hair, loving the fact that it was all still spiky.

Axel hugged his husband’s body tightly and breathed a sigh of contentment through his nose. “Mm…that was nice to come home to,” he remarked as he slowly set Roxas’ to the side. “Never thought I would acquire my own maid. And a sexy one too…” Purring seductively, the redhead reached over and stroked the sensitive spots on Roxas’ chest, earning a cute little moan.

“Oooh, let me rest first,” the blond pleaded, using a teasing tone. “I don’t have the energy for another round at the moment.” He fished a pillow up and covered his body, shielding himself from his husband’s advances…for the time being, anyway. With a quick wink, Roxas silently promised he would be good and ready after resting his body.

Clicking his tongue in disappointment, Axel retreated and folded his arms over his chest like a spoiled child. Although he was satisfied with his husband’s gift, he couldn’t help but want more. The image of Roxas wearing a maid uniform kept flashing in his mind. Those beautiful ribbons, so silky and elegant, swayed perfectly when Roxas walked. The rosy red colour matched those snug white stockings that hugged the blond’s thighs, and that delightful pair of panties…

“You’re thinking about me, aren’t you?” Roxas wondered with an adoring smile frolicking across his lips.

“Of course,” Axel said matter-of-factly, like it was common knowledge. “You know, you would be hotter if you used that feather duster we have stored away in the closet downstairs.” In fact, Roxas could have been equipped with a wide variety of enjoyable items. The feather duster just seemed most fitting for his role.

Frankly, Axel was quite impressed that Roxas even bought a custom designed maid uniform in the first place. That was enough to please him for the time being. “I’m surprised we managed to keep your costume clean!” the redhead said in amazement. Their clothes were often stained with chocolate or strawberry sauce…and then some, but the redhead was quite pleased that the maid uniform was spotless.

An appreciative smile slid across Roxas’ lips as he squeezed his squishy pillow. “I’m really glad you didn’t. Dry cleaning would be pretty expensive. If master doesn’t keep my uniform clean, I can’t pleasure him in bed,” the boy informed, using a cute voice, still trying to stay in character. “Now, will master grace me with another kiss?”

Axel shifted in bed to face his sweet husband, but paused when his toe was caught in a small hole. He glanced down at the ripped sheets and then turned to Roxas, who blushed profusely and ducked behind the pillow. “Babe, you’re going to want to learn how to sew if you want to keep having sex…How many sheets have you wrecked this month?”

“F-four…” the blond murmured guiltily, shifting his gaze. “Maybe five…or-or six…?” He seemed so unsure, but in reality he knew it was eight. It just wasn’t something he wanted to admit because it was too embarrassing.

Axel nearly broke into hysterical laughter, finding Roxas’ shy response adorable. To spare the blond some embarrassment, Axel suppressed his urge to laugh. He released a sigh and poked his husband’s cute little nose. “Well, we can’t keep buying sheets on our salary. We still need to eat and bathe and—”

“I know! I know!” the blond whispered shrilly, writhing in his spot, while wiping his hands over his face. “I can’t help it, though. Will you forgive me?” An innocent expression then grew on Roxas’ face, causing Axel to flinch violently in defence. Roxas’ faux pout was to die for, and he only ever used it when he desperately needed it. The blond considered it his trump card and it won Axel over every time. Well, ninety-five percent of the time, but that was good enough.

“I’ll forgive you this time,” Axel supposed, scratching the back of his head. “But you’ll have to make it up to me.”

Roxas smiled slyly, tossed the pillow aside and crawled onto his husband’s lap like a sweet kitten yearning for attention. “Okay, I can make it up to you,” he purred, dragging a finger slowly along Axel’s jaw line, eliciting a breathy sigh from the man. Slowly and seductively, Roxas spread his legs apart for his husband, making sure the man took a gander at everything. “What if we have enough sex to wreck ten sheets tonight?” he wondered huskily, shifting his eyebrows suggestively. Roxas draped his arms over Axel’s shoulders and leaned in, pressing his lips to the man’s ear. “I’ll even throw in that feather duster you want,” he added, pressing a finger expertly against the man’s left nipple, causing it to immediately harden under his touch.

“Oh, baby…” the man breathed out slowly, shakily, trying to maintain his excitement. He latched his hands onto Roxas’ shoulders and nodded vigorously at the offer…but he managed to tweak it a little in his favour. “Make it twenty.”

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After reaching an agreement, they began their passionate, all-night lovemaking session.

Roxas even managed to grab the chocolate sauce in the fridge that night. The couple went wild; they role-played as maid and master for three more hours. The bed rocked energetically and slammed into the wall a few times, creating tiny cracks. Roxas’ maid outfit had been tossed in several directions, but was never damaged. The feather duster was expertly used on their torsos and…creatively used on the lower parts of their bodies. No guest could ever touch it again.

It was an unforgettable night.

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The golden sun of a spring morning showered Axel’s face with its radiant glow. He scrunched his eyes and wriggled his nose in irritation before he flipped around. His back faced the opened window, where the cool air poured into the room. Axel sighed, reaching for his husband, but there was only a blank space on the opposite side of the bed. He cracked an eye open and noticed that Roxas had already woken up. “How can he still move after last night?” Axel wondered, yawning and stretching his arms into the air.

He swept the blanket aside and crawled out of bed, then winced and began limping towards the bathroom after he felt a familiar pain shoot through his back. Glancing around, Axel could still see splotches of chocolate sauce evident on the floors, the chairs, and the ragged sheets on top of his mattress. Even though it was going to take the entire day to clean the stains out, he couldn’t help but smile.

A delicious aroma soon wafted into the room, and Axel perked up, realizing that Roxas was cooking up a hearty meal. Axel hastily brushed his teeth, washed his face, fixed his hair, and then frolicked down the stairs, ignoring the pain in his behind.

A light cloud of steam filled the kitchen and the redhead took in a deep breath. “Eggs, bacon, and oooh! Pancakes!” His absolute favourite…with chocolate chips on top of course! Roxas always made the best pancakes in the world; they were always round and fluffy. Axel didn’t want it any other way.

Roxas hummed thoughtfully as he shifted the heated pan on the stove. His body was somewhat slanted though…probably from last night’s activities. When Axel stepped into the kitchen, he made his presence known with a sweet greeting. “Good morning, babe. You look foxy in that apron.” The man then winked and explored Roxas’ body with his eyes. Somehow, Axel managed to picture his husband in that gorgeous maid outfit again. It just fit the boy so perfectly and it matched the kitchen setting. Axel was certain he could have his own café.

The blond laughed and shook his head at the remark, oblivious to Axel’s fantasies. “Good morning, Axel. What would you like for breakfast?” Roxas flipped a pancake on the pan and waited until it turned golden brown.

Staring thoughtfully at his husband’s backside, Axel could only sigh and shrug. “You looked hotter in your maid outfit. Bring me something in that,” he commanded with a playful tone, earning an amusing look from Roxas.

“Oh? Master wants more?” the blond wondered huskily as he turned his neck. The eggs and bacon sizzled frivolously on the frying pan when Roxas switched off the left stove.

“Rox, you don’t even need to ask…” With his patience already growing thin, Axel walked forward and ripped away the apron attached to his husband’s little body. He dropped a chaste kiss on Roxas’ lips before giving the blond a light tap on the bum, eliciting a little squeak. “It’s still on the dresser. I’ll wait for you here, my pretty.”

A smile leapt across Roxas’ lips as he sauntered away. Unfortunately he couldn’t run after what Axel did to him last night…but he made an effort to quicken his pace.

The redhead glanced around with a wide smirk plastered to his face. All of these delicious foods surrounded him and he only imagined how many ways he could use them on Roxas. A full bottle of maple syrup sat on the kitchen table, begging to be opened. A bowl of fresh strawberries sat on the counter next to the sink, making Axel drool. And of course, Axel couldn’t forget the can of whipped cream in the fridge, so he hastily dove in and fetched it. “Thank god, it’s Saturday!” he mentally cheered.

“A-are you sure it’s going to be okay to use all those…?” Roxas wondered with dilated eyes as he approached his husband from behind. Gazing upon all of the food items, the blond couldn’t help but wonder if his maid costume was going to be safe anymore. Chocolate sauce was one thing (quite literally), but maple syrup, dark red strawberries, and whipped cream, as well?! That was too much.

“Won’t you please master one last time?” The pout that rested on Axel’s lips was cute…and fortunately for him, it was enough to persuade Roxas. Plus, the blond was already wearing his outfit, so…why not? But Roxas warned Axel to be careful…or as careful as he could be in a kitchen filled with utensils and food. Still, the blond couldn’t shake off this strange feeling crawling through his bloodstream…that is, until Axel clouded his mind with pleasure.

The married couple stayed in the kitchen all morning…and by the end of their session, Roxas felt horrible for his precious maid outfit. It couldn’t even last twenty-four hours with Axel around…

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After their morning “activities”, Roxas groaned at the blotches of maple syrup and whipped cream plastered all over his beautiful uniform. “You can’t just wash these stains out. These are delicates!” he exclaimed shrilly with trembling fingers. He mentally apologized to Naminé (his seamstress) over and over again, praying she would never find out about the stains.

Axel nuzzled into his husband’s neck and purred softly, completely satisfied for the morning. He hugged Roxas on the couch and licked the remaining drops of maple syrup off his lips. “We’ll get it dry cleaned, love.”

Roxas could only wonder how many times he was going to visit the dry cleaners in one week. Heck, he figured he might even need three extra sets of the same costume in order to satisfy his husband’s needs.

Both of them were going to have to work overtime to pay for all of the bills and bed sheets.

But Axel shrugged nonchalantly and smiled. “It’s worth it to have my own little maid.”

A/N: There's a fanart for this if anyone is interested. It's the last fanart on my profile page named: KH II - Axel and Roxas gift

Thanks for reading!