A/N: well hello again. this idea just hit me without warning and i had to write it. Originally, it was supposed to be a oneshot but when i looked at my outline i realized it was far too long and wouldn't flow right. so, this will be uploaded in a few chapters, most likely four or five, no more than that. i hope you all like this but i'm warning you now, this will have dark themes like character death, self harm and suicidal thoughts. for now, the rating is teen, but if it gets too dark or mature i WILL change the rating. hope that didnt scare you away.

disclaimer: i own nothing besides this idea, so yeah, cant think of anything witty to say.

ONWARD WITH THE STORY!

These Things I'll Never Say

'What a day,' the tall blonde thought to himself as he pushed through the doors to his apartment building's lobby. He sighed quietly and walked over to the elevators. He pushed the little arrow that was pointing up to call the elevator before leaning against the wall. All he wanted to do was go up to his room, fall on his bed and sleep. But he knew that wasn't possible.

The door dinged, signaling the arrival of the elevator. Demyx pushed away from the wall and stepped into the empty car, pressing the '13' button before leaning against the wall. Yup, Axel was due back at their shared apartment in a half an hour and he would be expecting a dinner of some sort. Just one of these days, Demyx wanted to be able to come home from his strenuous office job and be able to relax without having to worry about his strong-headed boyfriend.

Hell, the only thing he wanted more than that was to leave his boring desk job and take to the road with his music. Ever since he had graduate from high school with all his friends three months ago, he and Axel had moved into Demyx's apartment and Demyx became the sole source of income. He had had to stay and support Axel, leaving his music dreams far, far behind.

Sure, Axel had his job, if you could call it that. He worked as a bar tender in a small, local bar and wasted what little he made on alcohol and parties.

Again, the elevator dinged, telling Demyx he had reached his floor. Sighing again, the blonde teen pulled away from the wall and exited the elevator. 'Hm, wonder if he'd like spaghetti, or maybe just a simple salad?' These thoughts occupied Demyx's mind the whole walk down the hall to his door.

He reached into his pocket to fish out his keys when he noticed his door was slightly ajar. 'That's odd,' he thought. 'I could have sworn I locked the door when I left and Axel isn't due home for at least a half an hour?'

Shrugging his shoulders, Demyx grabbed the handle and pushed it open. He narrowed his eyes at the room. Something was off. A small lamp was on next to the couch that Demyx knew had not been on that morning. 'Why would someone break in?' Demyx looked back at the door. There were no signs of a struggle. The lock wasn't broken and neither was the wood surrounding it.

Wait, what was that? Demyx whirled around to face the hallway. He peered into its dark depths with an odd look on his face. He could have sworn he heard something from down the hall, in particular, his and Axel's room.

Slowly, he walked down the hall as silently as possible, his heart hammering in his chest. He kept running through his head what you were supposed to do when you were facing an intruder. His thoughts were brought to a direct halt, however, when he noticed two things at the front of the hall.

There were two pairs of shoes strewn carelessly in the dark shadows of the short hallway. One, a dark read and black pair, belonged to Axel. The other, black and white checkers, was unknown to him. Demyx tried to calm his erratic breathing. 'So Axel just brought a friend home. That's it.' Demyx allowed his face to relax as he made his way farther down the hall to his room, where most of the noise was coming from.

However, not five steps later, all hope was dashed. Littering the floor just outside his shut bedroom door, was a shirt that Demyx had seen on Axel that morning and a much smaller black vest and white jacket. Demyx stooped and picked up the black shirt embossed with the name of the bar where Axel worked and brought it to his face. Yup, this was Axels.

Demyx felt a tear slip from his eye. What was Axel doing? Just then, a loud moan echoed out from the room. Demyx's head flew up and he felt his face turn down in a frown. He narrowed his eyes and felt a burning anger build in his chest that he hadn't felt in three years; since his parents had drunk themselves to death and left him there to fend for himself at only sixteen.

The enraged blonde threw the offending black shirt down and picked up the black vest, wringing it in his hands. He felt the red heat of furry build in his chest again and he raised his foot and kicked the door with all his strength. He stormed into the dark room and flipped the lights on.

A startled cry rang out from the large bed in the middle of the room. Demyx glared at the red haired man who was sitting on the bed, grinning smugly. Beside him, was a much shorter blonde, who, like Axel, was looking at Demyx with a smug smirk, though he looked slightly shaken, making it obvious he had been the one to cry out at the sudden intrusion. Both the men were shirtless, though their pants were unzipped and unbuttoned; doing little to hide their growing problems.

"Hey Demyx. Come to join the party?" This drew a small laugh from the other blonde. His bright blue eyes gleamed and mocked Demyx as he stared at the two. As Axel's own green eyes brightened at some unspoken joke, Demyx felt something inside him snap.

"WHAT THE HELL, AXEL! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? WHO IS THIS?" Demyx flew over to his boyfriend and threw the black vest in his face. His sea green eyes bored into Axel's emerald green. "I'm waiting, Axel," he spat.

"This?" he said pointing to the boy beside him. "This is my new boyfriend, Roxas." His taunting smile grew more vile as the meaning of his words finally hit home. He watched, amused as the teen before him slowly fell apart at the seams.

"You- your what?"

"I'm his boyfriend," Roxas said, speaking for the first time. Demyx immediately hated the sound of his voice.

"What?" he asked again, his voice breaking slightly. He stumbled back a few steps, his brain still not wrapping around what Axel was saying.

"You heard me. He's leaving your ass and coming to me. Said he needed a real man. Not a wuss like you."

"You're leaving?" Even to him, his voice sounded weak.

Axel grinned, a feral smile overtaking his angular face, making his teardrop tattoos jump on his face.

" 'Fraid so. You just aren't cutting it anymore. We were just, enjoying ourselves until you came home so I could tell you, grab my stuff and leave." Again, he turned to the small blonde beside him and grinned.

That grin completely broke what was left of Demyx's heart. No, it didn't break it; it pulled it out, pummeled it with a hammer and sent it through a grinder before blending it into a mush. All that was left was unbridled furry.

"Get out!" he yelled, his voice horse from the tears he was fighting to keep back. "Take your shit and leave with that scum that will never love you!"

"I thought you'd never ask." Still grinning, Axel rose from the bed, grabbed a duffle hidden beside the bed and shouldered it. Lowering his face, he planted a firm kiss on Demyx's cheek before grabbing Roxas around the waist and leaving the room. Demyx jerked his face away, feeling the kiss burn like Hell's fire on his cheek. From halfway down the hall, Demyx heard uncontrolled, harsh laughter. The shrill sound was cut off when the door slammed, leaving Demyx alone in a silent house.

Demyx stood, trembling with anger and something else for what seemed like an eternity. Then, as the clock struck eight o'clock and a mournful sound came from the clock in the main room, Demyx, cold and numb, collapsed to the floor and let his hot tears fall.

A/N: sorry its so short, its only two pages and a bit in word, unlike my normal nine or ten. POOR DEMYX! Just so you all know, I love Axel and Roxas, I just had to make them mean for the purpose of this story. I hope you liked it!! Reviews would be lovely because I didn't give this to my beta so there may very well be mistakes. Please tell me what you thought and do tell me of any mistakes you find. FLAMES ARE WELCOME! You can hate it, I'll still write it cuz I like it. End of story. also, if you ever, at any moment think i should change the rating, please drop a line.

Expect the next chapter shortly! (hopefully)