Corruption

--A XigDem fic for Tokyotale—

By Takika

Summary: After getting wasted at a party, Demyx wakes up, finding that he slept with a man he didn't know. Going against the warnings and pleas of his friends, Demyx is determined to find this man and give him a piece of his mind. He did, after all, take away his virginity. This task, however, turns out to be more than Demyx can handle...

Author's Note: This is a birthday present for my friend, Tokyotale. This is my first Kingdom Hearts story…I hope you like it. Please review. 3

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy/Kingdom Hearts © Square Enix

"Je ne suis pas une fille."

"Quoi? Je ne sais pas! ….Mais, je t'aime! Tu ne peux pas un garçon!"

I watched my two friends perform their dramatic skip at the front of the class. I barely knew any French—I can't focus enough to pay attention, especially on the days I forget to take my medicine. So naturally, I was lost at 'bonjour'.

"Merci, Axel, Roxas," our teacher, Mademoiselle Marlene said. "Your skit was…interesting."

"Thanks," Axel beamed. "It was totally my ingenious-ness!"

Roxas elbowed him. "As if!"

The bell rang a second later. I had to admit, I was thoroughly relieved. I wasn't looking forward to performing a skit. It's not that I'm shy or anything. I'm far from it. I just…suck at French. I walked out of the classroom. Axel and Roxas were too busy play fighting to notice me. It doesn't exactly bother me. I mean, it's to be expected, isn't it? The two just started officially dating after months of beating around the bush.

I put my books in my locker and glanced to my right. Zexion, one of my best friends, was getting books out of his locker. I had no doubt that he planned on doing some hardcore studying.

"So, uh, you doing anything this weekend?" I tried to start a conversation.

"Studying," my slate-haired friend replied simply.

"Why?"

"The college entrance exams are coming up, Demyx!"

"What? Dude…they're two months away."

"You're such a bum. Keep up your slacking and you'll end up as a convenience store clerk for the rest of your life."

I stalked into my room and cast my school things aside. I don't know why exactly, but what Zexion said really pissed me off. Me, a convenience store clerk? As if! I am going to be a famous musician!

I checked my watch. 5:30. SHIT! I'm going to be late, I thought. I changed out of my school uniform and got ready for my gig. I wore my hair spiked as usual, accented by my spiked leather collar and eyeliner. I wore my favorite pants—these über tight red plaid pants with chains connecting the two pant legs. I wore a white long sleeved blouse. The cuffs were long and a bit frilly and looked really kickass punky, in my opinion, with my black leather jacket. I snapped on my studded bracelets and tightly tied the laces to my combat boots.

My cell phone chimed so I opened it. It was a text from Axel. 'yo hoe wear u ?' I glanced out my window and saw Axel parked on the side of the road in his beat-up station wagon. It certainly wasn't the most attractive car in the world, but none of us were made of money and at the time it was the only thing Axel could afford. It was actually pretty useful with transporting band equipment, so no one really complained.

I grabbed my guitar and raced outside and hopped into the car. "Sorry I'm late."

Axel floored it, driving to the gig like a maniac. "It's fine, the crowd will be more excited anyway."

After the gig, Axel liked to celebrate their success with an afterparty at his older brother's place. Reno, Axel's brother, could care less what happened, as long as he was paid for providing the alcohol.

I sat on a stool in Reno's kitchen with a beer in my hand. I alternated between munching on a slice of pizza and drinking. Performing made me hungry. It had a good outcome, so I was in high spirits.

Axel came into the kitchen and draped his arm over my shoulder. "Doood, ya nee' ta liek, parteh…man…it's liek…doood."

Riiiggghhhtttt….Axel wasn't the most brilliant of people when he was drunk. I supposed he had a point though. Prior to his entrance, it was only me in the kitchen. I walked out into the living room and was immediately bombarded by loud music. The room was filled with people. Aside from a handful, I knew no one. The others must have been Reno's crazy friends or just tagalongs who wanted a drink.

I glanced back at Axel. He was attached to Roxas now, whispering something in his ear. No doubt those 'sweet nothings' were Axel's drunken way of convincing Roxas to go to the back room to fuck. Marluxia was busy hitting on guys and girls alike, and Reno was making out with Vincent on the couch. I was virtually alone, and started to feel out of place, like a third wheel on a bicycle.

"Eh…you alone?"

I looked behind me and stared at the man who had spoken to me. I had seen him before, but from where, I couldn't place a finger on. So, I shrugged it off. "Nah, I have friends here."

"I mean, are you with anyone?" He asked me. I took the time to study this guy this time. He was gothy looking, donned with an eye patch and an interesting scar on his left cheek.

"Uh, no, I'm not."

"That's good," he said. "You're too cute. I'd hate to have to steal you away from someone."

"What?" I had a feeling that I should have answered his question differently.

The man said nothing though. He grabbed my chin almost gingerly and kissed my lips.

I woke up with the sun glaring into my eyes. I groaned and turned on my side, pulling a sheet over my shoulder. I didn't recognize where I was. Did I not go home last night? After a moment, I realized that this was Vincent's old room before he started sharing a bed with Reno.

I stood up a bit shakily. My thighs and ass were killing me and my clothes had magically disappeared. What the fuck? I found my pants on the floor. Since there was no sign of my boxers—if I had even worn them last night—I went commando. I opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. Axel and Reno were sitting on the floor playing Halo. On the couch, Vincent sat like a zombie holding a mug of coffee while a still sleeping Roxas used his thigh as a pillow.

"Good morning, sunshine. Did you sleep well?" Reno asked, not looking away from the TV. He shot Axel, who started muttering a string of curse words.

"What happened last night? I woke up naked."

Reno snickered. "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?" I demanded.

"You were all over Xig last night," he replied.

"Who?"

Reno sighed. "I'm sure you'll end up finding out soon enough." His tone was abnormally impassive, as well as his expression. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking or anything. I pondered on what he said for about a second. The dude was crazy anyway. I walked into the kitchen. Man, I was hungry!

Long after Reno kicked his younger brother and friends out, Reno texted 'Xig' on his cell. Dude. Gtf over here now. I need 2 tlk.

Reno through himself on the couch. Somehow, he had managed to deal with not only Axel, but Demyx and Roxas, as well as help Vincent clean up the flat all while suffering from a massive hangover. How he managed to do it, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was because the others were hung over too, so they weren't as hyper as usual. ….And thank god Marluxia didn't stay the night! Reno thought. Nothing slows that kid down, not even a killer hangover!

Vincent walked into the room with a mug of coffee, silently sipping. "You okay?"

"Yeah…I'm a bit tired though."

Vincent thrusted his mug at Reno. "Have some coffee."

"And become a caffeine addict like you? I'll pass."

Vincent sat on the edge of the couch in silence, drinking his coffee. Moments later, there was a low knock on the door. He got up and opened the door. "Oh. Hello Xigbar."

"Yeah," Xigbar replied. He stepped inside, taking off his shoes. He threw one at Reno's red mass on the couch. "What the hell did you mean 'get the fuck over here'? You're not pregnant, are you?"

Reno pulled himself into a sitting position and glared at him from the back of the couch. "STU-FU, Xigbar!"

"Stu…fu?" The surfer was puzzled. "Oh, shut the fuck up, you mean? Yeah, I guess I will for now. Don't want ya getting pissy or anything." Xigbar tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and sat on the floor in front of Reno.

Reno straightened up and stared down at Xigbar sternly. "You slept with my brother's best friend."

"Yeah? And? Two consenting adults…it's not like I raped him."

Reno clenched his jaw. He knew this would happen. Xigbar was just so….Xigbar! And Vincent was so apathetic Reno felt like a bitchy mother hen for being a little protective. "Demyx…"

"So that's his name."

"Demyx," Reno repeated. "Is only seventeen."

"Oops," Xigbar grinned. His smile was contorted by the scar on his cheek. To Reno, Xigbar in this single moment looked like a sadistic child molester.

"He didn't even remember what happened."

Xigbar frowned. "What? …I though I was better than that."

"Apparently not," Vincent cut in.

Xigbar shrugged. "I don't see why it's a big deal. The kid's practically an adult, anyway. You never struck me as the type to…stress, per se."

Reno frowned. "Just stay away from Demyx, okay?"

Xigbar got to his feet. "Whatever, dude. It's not like I'm going to see him again anyway."

I laid on my bed, unable to sleep. I rolled on my side and looked down at Axel, who was lying on a makeshift pallet. "Hey…Ax, you asleep?"

"I was," Axel said sleepily.

"I keep thinking…"

"About last night?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Don't worry about it--"

"How can I not? I don't remember what happened—"

"Then it didn't really happen. It's not like you'll ever see him again anyway."

"How do you know? He's Reno's friend," I started to freak. "You don't understand, Axel. I can't just ignore this and pretend it didn't happen. I mean, I lost my virginity to a complete stranger!"

Axel sat up and stared at me. "You…are a virgin?"

"I was until last night, yeah."

Axel said nothing. Abruptly, he slammed his fist into the hard wood floor beside him. "Damnit!"

"What?" I asked, looking down at him in alarm.

Axel texted furiously before turning his attention to me. His angry expression softened and he scooted closer to my bed. "Demyx, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. You wanted to stay in the kitchen—"

"Honestly, I was only hungry—"

"I encouraged you to drink more…"

"I did that by choice—"

"I didn't know. I should have protected you."

"Axel, it's not your job to protect me."

"You're my best friend."

I laughed awkwardly. "Ha…ha….I thought that was Roxas."

Axel dropped his head. "That's different. You know that. You're like a brother to me." Axel's cell phone buzzed. He opened his cell to read the text. "To Reno too….he talked to Xigbar."

I sat up. "And?"

"He told him to stay away from you. So if he doesn't, tell me or Reno and we'll take care of it."

"It would help if I knew what he looked like," I mumbled.

"Don't worry about it now," Axel commanded. "Get some sleep." He lay back down, but he didn't sleep. I could the blue glow of Axel's cell phone. He must have been texting Reno or Roxas.

I kissed his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Who was he? It didn't matter. It felt too damn good. I stopped thinking and let my body take over. His hands trailed down my sides as I drew him closer. He nibbled on my neck as he unbuttoned my shirt. I felt my cock harden. It hurt like hell, but so good, as it was trapped behind my tight plaid pants. He somehow knew...his hand slipped down, unbuttoning my pants and taking my cock into his hand, massaging it…

I woke up with my body wet with sweat. I could feel the stickiness between my thighs. "Ah, shit," I groaned. "In front of Axel, too." I looked around my room, finding it empty. Knowing Axel, he was probably outside smoking. I hopped out of my bed and made my way to the shower, staggering slightly.

I couldn't figure out why I had a dream like that. I mean, I know guys are supposed to have erotic dreams, but I was one of the 'lucky' ones who didn't dream at night. It worked out, too, considering I was to lethargic in the morning to take a shower. The only reason it was bugging me now was because of the "experience" that happened the night before my dream.

Despite what Axel said, I decided that I would find Xigbar. I couldn't help but feel angry at him for taking something that wasn't his to take. I'd give that asshole a piece of my mind. Yeah, I would. And if he didn't apologize…I'd shove a PCP pipe up his ass. That's it! I encouraged myself as I got out of the shower. I'll kick his ass without the help of Axel or Reno.

"Demyx, honey, are you done?" I heard my mom call from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, I'm getting out now," I replied, wrapping a towel around my waist.

"'Kay, hurry up. I'm making pancakes."

After I got dressed, I went downstairs and found Axel sitting by my father at the table. Ax was stuffing his face with pancakes. My father, Luxord, neglected his breakfast; too busy reading the Sunday paper.

"Hey, Vex, can I have more pancakes?" Axel asked my mom, using a shortened version of his name. Axel didn't wait for mom to answer and proceeded to steal the pancakes from my own plate.

"Oi," I protested as I sat down.

Axel stuck his tongue out at me as he munched on my pancakes. While I stared at him, sulking, mom put four hot pancakes on my empty plate.

"Thanks," I said, eating my pancakes. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until that moment. I sorta forgot to eat yesterday…but could you blame me?

Mom sat down beside me, picking at the food on his plate. "So, how did your gig go?"

"Good," I said simply, drinking orange juice. My parents really didn't care what I did on the weekends and after school. I knew they loved me and all, but as far as they were concerned, I was an adult and could do what I wanted. There was just this one thing….

"You didn't kiss any boys, did you?" Mom asked. Axel nearly choked on his food as he burst into a fit of laughter.

"No," I replied, staring at my food.

Axel, after his fit of laughter died down, he made a point of staring at my mom's prominent Adam's apple.

"That better be the case, right dear?" Mom nudged my dad, who grunted in forced agreement. "I want grandchildren. Understand?"

Axel sided with me. "Demyx could adopt."

Mom was aghast. "Heavens no!"

"Eugh…why? Isn't that what you did?" Axel asked curiously. I, on the other hand, was in serious shock. I couldn't be adopted. I couldn't. I knew my parents were both men, and due to an unfortunate event in the fifth grade, I knew men couldn't have babies. It just…never clicked.

"We didn't adopt," Dad cut in, setting his paper down.

Yes! I cheered inside. Then I realized what Dad had said. I glanced over at Axel, who wore the same shocked expression I was sure that I wore. "What…do you mean?" I asked nervously. What could that mean? Was I illegally adopted or something? Were my parents, two of the most influential people in Radiant Garden, capable of that?

Mom must have caught onto my worry. "Don't fret, Demyx." He ordered. "Your father and I wanted a child of our own flesh and blood. Naturally, men couldn't have children, so we took a moreunconventional approach. I took a sample of my DNA and made an egg—"

"You can do that?" Axel asked skeptically, not bothering to suppress his doubts.

"Of course I can!" Mom said defensively. "I'm a friggin' genius! …So the egg was put into a tank and was fertilized by your father's sperm. Thus, you were created."

I felt sick. "I'm…" Words couldn't form. I was just another one of my mother's, no, Vexen's experiments. I… "I'm not real." Was this how Roxas felt when he found out he was adopted? Did he feel like all hope disappeared? Like…all…anything good in his life was gone?

Axel wrapped his arm around my shoulder. His warm lips brushed against mine, which were already slightly open. He tasted like syrup and cigarettes. My body ignored my racing mind. My eyes closed as I responded—

"Ahem," Mom said primly.

Axel drew back, grinning sheepishly. "Only a real boy could feel that."

"Yeah, well, it's going to take a gallon of mouth wash to get rid of that 'feel'," I said. I was embarrassed to the fullest extent possible. My best friend kissed me in front of my parents. At the breakfast table. I knew it meant nothing to Axel, aside from an attempt to make me feel better. And in all weirdness, it worked.

Mom stared at me with a passive expression. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me or what. I hoped he wasn't. It would be pretty fucking hypocritical of him if he was.

"I always figured you liked boys," Dad said with his thick British accent. He sipped his coffee slowly. "Ever since I saw your face turns green and run to the bathroom after seeing a Girls Gone Wild commercial." I said nothing. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"I know," I replied. I looked down at my food. I didn't think I could stomach the thought of food, no less actually eating. I rose from the table. "I'm…uh…going out."

Mom eyed me with an expression I couldn't quite read. Yet again. "You haven't finished eating."

"I'm not that hungry." I didn't bother waiting for him to reply, or for Axel to finish eating. I just left.