Title: Radio
Author: Lacey-chan
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Disclaimer: Do not own characters or songs
Summary: Demyx is like a radio; but more easily distracted. AU, ONESHOT
AN: Okay, I was trying to figure out what to do for XigDem day, and this just popped in my head. Haha, it's hopefully funny and fluffy, that's what I'm going for, after all.
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Radio
"I woke up late this mornin', frogs and dogs are rainin' from the skyyyy!" The words poured forth from delicate lips, as the notes were plucked by long, nimble fingers, to play something of the tune that really wasn't played on a sitar, despite the recognizable tune. Xigbar tuned him in and out as he played, himself more involved in some weird shooting game. He'd jump and turn and move, changing guns and grinning like a maniac. His single good eye would constantly light up happily.
Like a radio, Demyx went into a totally random song once he was done with that one. "Trigger, trigger happy, yes I'm, trigger, trigger happyyy!" Maybe that song wasn't quite so random; in fact, Xigbar appeared rather trigger happy, in fact, with the way he was constantly reloading and squeezing the shooting buttons on the controller.
Once that song was over, though, Xigbar almost dropped the controller. His single eye mirrored the look the other would have given, had it been there and not hidden behind his eyepatch, as he turned to look Demyx in the...eyelids. The boy's eyes were closed, and he sat cross legged on the couch, hoodie clinging tight to his chest and his absence of pants making Xigbar all the more curious.
"I want a click, a click to your heart, a hyperlink into you. A sexual browser from here to the end, a newsgroup one-on-one. Don't need a modem to connect to your mind, no search engine to find you. I want a click, a click to your heart, a hyperlink to go inside you."
Xigbar twitched slightly; just hearing Demyx say 'sexual' made him feel awkward and turned on. His naivety didn't help, either, when he paused in the song and looked at Xigbar.
"What's wrong, Xiggy?" He questioned cutely, pushing stray dirty blonde hair from his eyes. He squeaked in surprise when he felt the other practically tackle him, tossing the controller and beloved instrument away and kissing the blonde happily.
Demyx finally managed to pull away, giggling, "Xiggyyyy! That tickles.." he laughed, then squealed louder when Xigbar took initiative, tickling him wildly and sending him into throes of laughter. He contorted and writhed beneath those usually harsh fingers, arching and laughing and squealing, until Xigbar finally allowed him time to breathe.
Demyx teased the ponytail that had fallen over his lover's shoulder, giggling faintly and twisting it around his fingers, enjoying the silky feel as he settled into a lovedrunk sense of being, breathing heavily beneath the man he was sure he loved.
Xigbar leant down, claiming his lips and closing his eye, happy that he could share these moments with someone, even if he was much younger; he had a few years on him, to say the least.
At thirty two, Xigbar had never imagined himself with a little radio of a nineteen year old. But, really, he couldn't complain. They did make beautiful, if not loud, music together.
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AN: I hope you all enjoyed that! Reviews are like razorblades to an emo kid. They are NEEDED for my sanity. Anyway, it was just some short, cute fluff for Xigdem day that really wrote itself, no need for me to think at all. Haha, I love those stories.. ;;