There is always one person in your lifetime who just takes your breath away at mere sight. That's how he was.

"Aw…" he would say, glancing up at me. "Nobody will listen to me play. Will you?"

He was young then, adorable. It was impossible to turn him down. Even though he was young, he was good at playing. Real good.

Watching him play his sitar was always entertainment to look forward to… afterwards, he would look at me and blush gently. "Was it okay?" he would ask, giving a faint smile.

I could always feel my body warm up as I'd choke on words, unable to actually form sentences. I would simply nod, and he would stop smiling. He would just stare at me as if thinking hard. Then, every time he played, he would stand up and leave the room. It would happen for years.

I passed him in the hall today, he stared me in the eye as he paraded around in a mere towel around his waist, dripping wet. He even smiled at me as he sang "I love you". It took all my energy not to get an erection right then and there. I was hoping that would be the last time I would see him for a day, I didn't think I could handle seeing him again and know that I couldn't love anyone.

That night, I lay in bed thinking.

"Luxord?" I heard. There was a knock on my door. "Luxord, are you in there?"

I felt my stomach lurch at hearing my name spoken by him. "Yes?" I croaked.

My door creaked open and he stood there, smiling. He looked at me as I sat up on my bed. He was no longer a teenager, but now a young man. A very attractive man no less. I could feel it coming on; if he didn't leave, he might see something he wouldn't want to see. He didn't stop, he walked closer.

"Luxord… I wanted to know if I could… play you a song?"

He had never worded it like that before… I could only nod as I watched his smile grow bigger. He cocked his head with a radiant smile and raised an eyebrow. "Don't you ever get tired of my sitar, Luxord?"

I could open my mouth, shake my head, but no words would come out. He smiled wider and produced a sitar. "Mind if I join you on the bed?" he asked, turning pink. It only made him cuter.

I adjusted myself and he plopped down next to me. He was sweating, uneasy, about something, he adjusted himself and gently tugged on his shirt collar to give him more breathing space. He gave a faint cough that made my heart dance. He then began to play his sitar with such elegance, I tried moving forwards to watch his hands dance upon the instrument as the music reached my ears and made my heart flutter.

My bad.

His hands became sweaty and slipped on the slick instrument. My heart jumped as he inched away from me, blushing. His face shot up and stared me in the eyes with a horrified expression.

"I'm sorry…" he whispered.

He watched me with fear dancing in his eyes, he looked so afraid.

I reached out and watched him flinch. "Demyx-"

He stopped me. "Luxord, I'm sorry… I just wanted to impress you."

I was shocked. All this time he wanted to impress me… it couldn't be true. "Impress me? Why? Demyx, you don't need to."

"I just want to be with you. You make me feel like I have a heart," he said, looking straight into my eyes, beginning to let the fear of rejection get to him. He teared up slightly and his eyes became moist, I heard him sniffle. "I've never felt that way… I like it more than anything."

"Do you like me or the feeling?" I asked.

He blushed and looked way, then saying something under his breath. I leaned forward and placed a black gloved hand under his chin, forcing him to look at me.

"Say that again."

"You," he muttered quietly, but still audible.

Hearing that made my ears twitch, it made me feel giddy inside, made me feel loved... I hoped to hear it again later when he was less scared, but I wasn't going to push it… not too far.

I leaned even closer and kissed the attractive Nobody on the lips, they were soft, and I heard his heart beating rapidly as he did so.