Another Drabble Request on DA. I have a total of 8 now and I've only managed to do half. Which is pretty good I may say. :) Anyways...This was slightly hard to work with. I remember the controversies between Pete and his friend Chris so I played off of that and added my Yaoi touch ;) Hope you Dexion/Zemyx Fans enjoy!
For Dark-Moon-Forever
Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy / Zexion x Demyx / Party-ing
Yes and No
I stride past the bouncer, that is, after he checks my ID. Satisfied and more worried about the punks behind me, I'm let through with ease. The flashing lights already grate on my nerves, as I walk over to the bar. Two blondes tend to serving everyone around me, almost knowing I don't want to be bothered. Once all the customers are tended to, the younger looking one waltzes over to me. He shoves a glass of amber liquid under my nose. I raise my head, fully intending to glare at him, when it turns into a sort of stare. His blonde hair is styled into the mullet-mohawk that I remember, clear blue eyes shining at me, and his simple uniform, of black slacks and white dress shirt, flatter his frame. I down the shot in one go, like everyone else, and he refills as I think of how to talk to him.
I wouldn't be surprised if the liquor is drugged. Demyx must hate me for sleeping with his, now ex, boyfriend Axel. I didn't mean for it to escalate that far but it did and I can't take it back. I want to say something to make everything alright, but it's the wrong that I've done that want to force these words out tonight.
By my fifth glass, he beats me to it. "I don't hate you Zexy." he says, but I can't believe it...no, I don't want myself to believe it.
He jumps over the bar and tugs at my hand, yanking me off the stool, before dragging me into the dancing mob. I'm shoved and tossed around, like a fish in a crowded aquarium, but Demyx stays by my side, never leaving. Song after song passes by in a blur of sweat and blinding lights.
I've never done this with anyone. I wouldn't want to disappoint the musician though.
My words die on my dehydrated tongue. Noticing that I'm tiring, Demyx leads me to a corner of booths, that aren't occupied. I collapse and look at the other side, expecting him to sit as well. Instead, he shoves me over and climbs in next to me. Before I can catch my breath, I'm pinned to the seat.
"Look, I don't care what you did with Axel. If he was willing to snatch you up before I could...it means I should have dumped him long ago and have gone after you." I sit there, speechless, to say the least. "Do you want to go party at my place?" he asks with a wink.
Unable to deny him, I barely nod. Demyx pulls me up and leads me to the back door, with Emergency Exit wrote in red, blocky paint all over it. That's when I stop him. "Why Demyx?"
"Because I want to know Zexion...I want to know why he'd always say that 'He tastes like you, only sweeter'."
Shutting my trap, I climb into the passenger seat while Demyx goes into the driver's, and we speed away, fully knowing that we will be having our own personal party in the back of his house.