Hey there this is my first KH fanfic, one of my favorite parings Demyx and Xigbar along with a few others. Hope you like.
'So here I am…again…sitting on the beach, on a little cove I like to consider my own, the only place I can seem to get away form him for just a while.' Demyx sighed, his jaw hurt from the swelling and knew the bruising would be awful, it was already starting to darken in color along with his left eye. Even the bruises that littered his back, chest, hips, and thighs weren't enough to keep him from returning to his lover even though it'd be the same thing almost every night. Siax would come home, drink until he couldn't see straight. Demyx would say or do something that Siax wouldn't like then the hitting would start and the sex that could be considered rape. Poor Demyx would always wake up bloody and alone, to hurt to move but eventually make it to the shower.
Last night had been no different, said lover came home, drank to his hearts content, slapped the boy around a bit, a bloody orgasm later and Demyx left alone to cry himself to sleep…again. He wanted to leave, no doubt about it. Siax warned him, if he ever left he'd find him kill him and kill the one he left with. So, Demyx stayed. The beach being his only get away while Siax worked he'd sneak out to the beach, the water, his little cove. It was too close to the rocks here to surf, but if he went by people they'd be curious and ask about the bruises and Demyx wasn't in the mood to make up a lie to cover his boyfriend's ass, so it was easier to stay away from the others. Even his friends who knew Siax and the kind of guy he was and the emotional mess that Demyx would be, he couldn't even bring himself to talk to them. How long had it been? Three maybe four months with hardly no contact with Axel, Roxas, Lex, Luxy, Marly and any of his other friends he grew up with, known his whole life. They warned him about Siax and what he was capable of but Demyx was in love, he fell in love so easily, always, he couldn't help it, it was just the kind of guy he was. And Siax with his indigo hair, Demy's favorite color, the color of the ocean, of a cloudless summer sky, it was hard not to be in love and Siax defiantly took advantage of Dem's innocence's and naive nature.
The first time was the worst, Siax smacked him around a little bit and forcefully took him without preparation to the virgin and no lube and no love. Afterwards he apologized, showing the side Demyx fell in love with but it didn't last long. Whenever there was alcohol involved Siax got like this. Then Demyx tried to leave, the first time Demyx tried to leave he called his best friend Axel to come get him, Siax had taken Demy's keys forbid him to work to even leave the house. Axel immediately came over, even helped his buddy pack, saw the bruises and swore to kill the blue haired bastard. Demyx had been so close to tears he hardly spoke to Axel the entire time. A few days later Siax got a hold of Demyx swore his undying love so on and so fourth and Demy went back. He's spoken to Axel only once since then and that was nearly six months ago.
That was just a little back story on Demyx and Siax, now back to the beach.
Demyx just sat staring at the water. It had taken nearly an hour to reach this secluded stretch of beach, thank god the beach was only a fifteen minute walk from the train station. The waves crashing against the rocks, calmed his nerves. He didn't even bother with the regular beach attire, just a pair of blue jeans rolled above his ankles and the thin hoodie, everything to hide the bruises. The hood pulled up to mask his face, his knees pulled tight to his chest arms folded atop, his chin resting on his hands. He knew he'd have to leave soon in order to beat Siax home and have dinner ready in an attempt to incur less of a wrath he knew was coming.
The waves broke against the rough rocks again knocking the dirty blonde from his trance. More waves rolled in, what a perfect day to catch a wave or two, Demyx smiled at the thought. That is exactly what he'd be doing if not for the bruises, too embarrassed to show his skin. He pushed the thought out of his mind, he'd probably never surf again. Siax had destroyed the blonde's board in a fit of rage and he couldn't afford to buy a new one.
From the corner of his eye, Demyx caught a sight he hoped never to see, another person… He walked tall and proud, blue and green board under one arm and a beach bag over the opposite shoulder. Long black silver streaked hair tied in a pony tail. Demyx noticed the patch and the scars. 'But what was this guy doing here?! This is my corner!' Demyx though bitterly, someone always had to come along and ruin a good thing, first Siax and now this guy who didn't even seem to notice the curled up hooded figure.
He set his stuff down, back to Demyx, hands on his hips, just gazing at the ocean. Demyx couldn't see the smile the man wore. The ocean did that for him, washed away every agitation from the days work, always came out feeling like a new man. It was only when he made a 180 degree turn that he noticed the huddled figure hugged tightly to himself.
Demyx froze when the man's piercing golden gaze fell on him and his tight face noticeably softened as Demyx raised his head, the man spoke,
"Sorry little dude, didn't know this spot was taken, don't mind if I surf do you?" Demyx shook his head.
The man grabbed his stuff and started over, "Ya know, not that it's any of my business but why are you dressed like that on the beach, shorts would be more appropriate, don't ya think kiddo?" Demyx looked away when the man sat, "C'mon kiddo, I'm not gunna bite…" nudging Demyx lightly in the side inadvertently hitting one of many sore spots. Demyx flinched away a small groan of pain leaving his lips. The black and sliver maned man stopped and stared, "hey, you alright?" Gently, oh so gently touching his elbow, Demyx stiffened at the touch, months of abuse causing the instant reaction, He instantly withdrew his fingertips but instead of walking away, minding his own damn business he pushed the blonde's hoodie back catching an eyeful of soft purply bruises marking the light skin. Demyx flew his head around, horrified at what the man had done. Aqua eyes wide with fright. Pulling his hood back up he jumped to his feet, "I gotta go…" and ran from the elder surfer.
Demyx ran the entire way to train station, barley catching the last train before it pulled out, fleeing from this stranger. He stopped, nearly slamming into the door, ribs hurting from the exertion. He clutched his side trying not to cry as he forced the door open, hiding the key Siax didn't know he had. Demyx hurried to shower and start dinner trying hard to fix something his lover was sure to like, but Demyx knew he'd still find something to complain about, he always did.
As the blonde cooked he couldn't help but let his mind wonder back to the toned scared hard body of that surfer dude and for a fleeting second the stranger had shone him a bit of compassion. The slight horror in his eyes when he saw the condition of the boy's flesh.
Abruptly at six Demyx heard the undeniable click as the lock turned on the front door and smoothly slid open. "Honey I'm home!" He called cheerfully. These were the moments Demyx lived for, the happy cheerful loving Siax. The Siax he fell in love with, "I'm in the kitchen." Demyx called timidly. Even something as non-confrontational as a small comment could set Siax off. He felt the other's arms wrap around his waist from behind, lips pressed almost roughly to his neck. Arms tightened emitting a groan Siax mistook for a moan. He could feel Siax smile into his flesh. The younger could feel the tears welling up as the grip tightened, " how was you day?" Demyx managed to choke out. The lips stopped as did the pressure on his waist, Siax leaned against the counter facing him, arms crossed over his chest, "Well, you know, same old same old. What have you been up to all day darling?" Demyx smiled remembering the ocean, "Oh, you know, same 'ol same 'ol…" that was entirely the wrong thing to say. Next thing Demyx knows he's picking himself up off the kitchen floor blood dripping from his nose and the split in his lip. He rolled against the cabinets before pulling himself up with help of the counter top, wiping his face on his sleeve. Siax walked away, for once, leaving Demyx to clean himself up.
After a silent dinner and the dishes and been cleaned and put away and Siax was well into the bottle he'd started after the kitchen incident. Demyx had walked back and fourth a couple times doing random things around the apartment before reaching up grabbing the younger by the arm pulling him into his lap. He went easily knowing the punishment would be worse if he didn't. Drunk Siax is not something he wanted to contend with. Hands are too rough too eager, fingers pinching, nails scraping, teeth biting. And when Demyx tries to pull away because the emotions are just too much the grip on his wrists tighten and the slaps are open handed, his yellow eyes seem to glow with rage when Demyx whimpers for him to stop then the blows become harder because how dare Demyx give him an order. He proceeds by throwing the lithe blonde to the floor grabbing a handful of mullet and dragging him to the bedroom. Silent screams of pain, eyes wide shut, arms pinned against his back nails digging into unprotected hips and is slammed into raw. Demyx could smell his own blood as the tears slipped down his cheeks, pillows and sheets muffling the sobs. The thrusts coming harder and faster, Demyx knew he was near completion.
Siax lay panting next to him, tightening a possessive grip on his blonde.
"I love you Demyx, you know that." He could no longer bare it, this wasn't love, no where near it, his heart only ached when he thought of Siax. He could hear the breathing even out next to him and his elder was asleep. It was then Demyx decided he would leave.
Another day would pass before Demyx found it in himself to make it back to the beach. Forcing himself out the door at a far earlier hour than previously attempted. He had to get out of the apartment, he had to get away from Siax, even death was better than this…something Siax promised on a regular bases if the blonde ever left him.
Once again he found himself in his usual spot, in his usual position with a slight smile on his lips. He was actually going to do it, there was no going back this time, he stared at the black and green duffle sitting at his left
"Looks like somebody is running away from home." Demyx barely seemed surprised as the two toned man flopped in the sand beside him.
"Not running, escaping…" He mumbled into his arm.
"Well, where do you plan on going, this place is only so big kiddo."
He shrugged, "My Uncle Xemnas lives somewhere near Hollow Bastion, he might let me stay with him for a bit." Still mumbling into his sleeve.
"That's a bit of a trip, don't ya think?" The elder smirked.
Another shrug. "I'm Xigbar, by the way."
"Demyx…" a whisper of a reply.
Xigbar cautiously reached up, tugging the hood from the boys head revealing his face to the bright sunlight. The bruising had worsened over the past couple days a few more added on top of them. Demyx could hear Xigbar sigh, he knew he looked horrid, "How long has this been going on for?" Aqua hues meet a single gold, tears coming to a surface quickly. No one had showed him the least bit of compassion in such a long time, mostly due to the fact he wasn't allowed contact with anyone, "Almost a year…I left once, about six months ago but was stupid and went back…I thought I was in love…" "Yeah, love will do that to ya."
Xigbar stayed and talked to Demyx until nearly sundown, "Well, kiddo, I've got an engagement to get to, where are you staying to night?" Demyx looked around, he hadn't really thought about that. In a couple more hours Siax would be home from work and pissed as hell when he found Demyx gone. Xigbar had insisted on a small fire, being a secluded stretch of beach, "Here I guess, I've always liked the beach, we, me and my friends…before Siax, we used to come out here every summer just camp out on the beach." For some reason he had opened up to Xigbar, told him everything…the day he meet Siax to the morning he walked out the door with Axel's help up until now where the surfer found him on the beach.
Xigbar stayed longer then he should have, talking to this young man. He felt an obligation to him, he shouldn't be left alone but Xigbar didn't know what to do. So he said his goodbyes, he still had to meet his friends. He made his way from the beach to his jeep, surf board in tow, then finally to his house in Twilight Town. A quick shower, some casual clothes then off to a local hotspot to meet his friends.
The shocking red hair followed closely by spiky blonde could be seen from across the room. Xig made his way over, weaving through the crowd, a few others turned as he approached, one being a giant with thick dreadlocks accompanied by a much smaller blonde with a British accent. The night wore on, more friends came, some left, eventually leaving Xigbar with the red head and a nearly sleeping blonde on his arm,
"So about this kid you meet Xiggy?"
"Well, I wouldn't say he's a kid Ax, he's probably about your age, hair about as messed up too, anyway, first time I meet him was a few days ago came onto him by complete accident, this little secluded cove with some major waves."
"Oh, so you meet him on the beach." Axel's interest had been peaked.
Xigbar nodded, taking a sip of his beer, "Yeah, he seemed pretty down, got a look at him but he took off like a shot, he looked pretty beat up." Axel nearly dropped his own drink…No it couldn't be, could it?
"Did he tell you his name?" Xigbar leaned back in the booth, head against the window. Axel swore he could see a little smile, "Yeah, Demyx…" Axel nearly choked. It was! God he hadn't spoken to Demyx in almost six months since he went back to that bastard. He often wondered what became of his childhood friend, they used to be so close. Damn Axel missed him. He noticed Xigbar's mouth moving and cued in on the conversation, "Apparently he left this guy who'd been beating him up…"
"What's he doing now?!" Axel cut in a bit over excited. Xigbar didn't seem to notice, "Spending the night on the beach, said him and his friends used to do it back in the day."
"You going back tomorrow?" Xigbar glanced his one good eye to Axel.
"Maybe, why?" Axel looked down lovingly at Roxas, brushed a few hairs away from his forehead, "Take him a double mocha latte and a raspberry tart."
"Uhn?" Xigbar turned to him.
Axel hadn't taken his eyes off the blonde, "Trust me…Xig." The other just nodded.
Okay, that is the beginning, should i continue, tell me what you think i'll give you a cookie