(All of these, as a warning, are going to have some sort of kink, most likely. Plain ol' vanilla sex=boring. :D
SEE? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT! I TOLD YOU IT WAS ABOUT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT! :D
Also Vexen being awesome and it's not even his chapter lol. xD Well he ends up being the uke, (Marluxia could top damn near anyone. I'm pretty sure it's a compensation for almost being a woman. Oh last minute design changes.), so I suppose there's got to be some sort of recognition for him. :D
Poor DemDems. He's so lucky to have a Xigbar to snuggle with.
PEGGY YOU ARE A TOTAL SHAMELESS PERV.
Clearly we are kindred spirits. I SHARE MY SOUL WITH A SITAR.
Band name yesplzkthnx :D
Don't own KH.
Okay. Seriously. There's a bit of honest sadness with me today...a kid like two years older than me, (he was eighteen and I'm sixteen) and who went to a university in my freaking state, (really, Rutgers?), killed himself because he was taped by two wretched shitbags masquerading as human beings making out with another man.
To help you understand how horribly depressed I got...I don't ever cry in front of my parents. It's a sign of weakness, and my mom will pounce on it and make me cry more. I've had too many horrible experiences with crying in front of my parents; they've broken me of that sort of habit.
I heard the news and cried with my dad in the car today. WITH my dad. He was crying too. I was pretty shocked, to be honest...He went and looked up the kid's name for me, and I had to admit it made me feel better my dad cared even though I had already looked it up. ^^;
His name was Tyler Clementi. For what it's worth, I'm hatching a Charmander for him. I know that sounds stupid, but Pokemon means so much to me, so I thought it would be fitting, you know?
This chapter is dedicated to him and all the other GLBTQI kids out there. God, I love you all. Every last one of you. I know your pain, I've been ostracized for being bisexual, I've been pushed to the suicidal brink far too many times for anyone's liking, and I'm sorry beyond what I can really express. No matter who or what you are, there's a light SOMEWHERE. Go find your Frankenstein Place; find the people who love you, and I swear, no matter what you think, they exist. If all else fails, if you're reading this, I don't know you, but I love you. Don't give up. Please.)
Xigbar knew what he was. Braig had been a tease, a vicious little nymph, promising nothing as he flouted his body, putting himself on display and letting them look, their hands falling just short of touching him as he dissipated like smoke between their fingers. They'd called him a slut, and he had been. But no one had been held in his heart save for his brothers and his teacher.
He looked down at his sleeping kitten and laughed. Funny how that worked out...only after losing his heart did he find someone who could take it and hold it in his hands, keeping the monster in him leashed and the angel in him free. All for him. All for Demyx.
He stroked his lover's soft hair, running surprisingly gentle fingers through his dirty-blonde mussed-up nightmare that his little kitten called 'bedhead.' (Xigbar called it absolutely goddamn adorable, but he didn't think he'd tell Demyx that quite yet.) He stayed quiet, sleeping as Xigbar stroked him with small, feather-light caresses across his cheeks and lips, occasionally leaning down to brush his lips against Demyx's own, or kiss his forehead with adoration. He felt tears stinging his eyes as he looked down at him, so sweet and innocent and painfully adorable. He was so damned lucky.
Demyx stirred in his sleep and smiled, looking over at Xigbar with wide, aquamarine eyes. "Mornin', Xiggy." He whispered. Xigbar swallowed, still amazed that he could finally share a bed with Demyx. He finally found the words to whisper back, "Morning, kitten," and cradle him in his arms, kissing the top of his head and sighing with bliss as Demyx snuggled against him.
It had been only a few days since he'd actually begun to be with Demyx as a lover, and as much as he'd teased the others about getting laid, he actually hadn't asked anything of Demyx. He couldn't bring himself to even bring up the subject, knowing how much the scars riddling Demyx's skin hurt his lover. He didn't want Demyx to be ashamed of his body even as they made love, and so, he would wait. He would wait for years if he had to; just being near Demyx was enough to sate any desires he could have dreamed of, even before they had become lovers.
He shook his head, banishing the thoughts as he let Demyx curl up in his embrace, making adorable mewling noises as Xigbar petted him just under the curve of his stomach, letting Xigbar relish the sleepy morning and the very ticklish lover he was now holding in his arms.
Xigbar had shooed Demyx off to get breakfast before dressing and disappearing into the darkness, heading down into the lab. He had something to ask Vexen, and if he knew his brother, he'd be down there, even at this ungodly hour. He had of course brought bribery; hot chocolate flavored with hazelnuts and topped with whipped cream. He opened the door, balancing the hot chocolate on the air as he looked around the lab.
"Braig, this must be good, especially if you're up before noon." Vexen teased, appearing in the open doorway of his room, leaning against the door and wrapping a soft pale blue robe around his thin frame. Xigbar rolled his eyes.
"Oh hush, mister 'I'll-Sleep-Until-Seven-At-Night-And-Stay-Up-Until-Six-In-The-Morning." He snapped. Vexen snorted with amusement, shrugging his shoulders and brushing a loose strand of silky white-blonde hair away from his eyes.
"It was for science, and I don't regret a damn thing. Now, what's the problem? You seem fidgety, and it's worrying me." Vexen murmured, his gaze softening with concern as Xigbar sat down, pushing the mug of hot chocolate towards him and watching his brother's eyes light up as he lifted it to his lips.
"It's about Demyx." He said, getting right to the heart of the matter so he couldn't think about how much pain Demyx had gone through. "Well, to be more accurate, about Demyx's scars." He inhaled, trying to steady his shaking hands as he looked Vexen in the eye. "I told you all what had happened to him and what that monster put him through, but...Even, he still won't undress in front of me. He shakes like he's goddamn frozen if I touch his thighs, and I can't even kiss his neck without him trembling in fear. I need you to come up with something, anything, to make these fucking scars go away. I'm begging you, Vex, he's hurting..." Xigbar trailed off in shock as he felt Vexen's skinny arms wrap around his waist, pulling him into an embrace.
"You idiot." He muttered. "Of course I will. He's part of the family now, isn't he?" He asked. Xigbar laughed.
"I guess, huh? You're right...I should've come to you sooner." He murmured. Vexen rolled his eyes.
"Of course you should have, but I'll forgive your transgressions, mostly because this hot chocolate is so damn good it's a little physically painful to drink something this orgasmic this early in the morning." He shot back. Xigbar laughed.
"Oh, and what do you know about orgasms, Even?" He teased.
Of course, he had to disappear into the darkness a second after, considering a very heavy textbook had been aimed right for his head a split second before he'd run.
Demyx shivered, having crawled back into bed after eating breakfast. It was a day off for everyone, and he was kind of tired anyway, so he planned on curling up under the blankets and waiting for Xigbar to come back with a book to read. Peggy hummed in the corner, and he looked up and smiled at her. "Hi, Pegs." He murmured. "How was your night?" He asked.
Peggy's strings twanged. He laughed. "Oh, okay. Mine was nice too! Xigbar's really warm to sleep against, and he smells like cinnamon and leather and stuff. Plus he snores and I think it's cute." He told her. Peggy's strings hummed in a soft, bubbly tune. He nodded. "Uh-huh. Plus his hair always gets messy when he takes it out his ponytail and then it gets in my face, and it smells good too, like peppermint bubble gum or something." He sighed happily, hugging his pillow tight. "Oh Peggy, he's the best thing ever!"
Peggy chose not to reply for a minute, afraid that if she did, her strings would start horking up kittens and rainbows. She settled for a soft twang as Demyx yawned. "Yesterday's mission was really really long, remember? We went all the way down to Neverland, and I guess that those stupid boys thought Xiggy was a pirate or something, 'cause we had to fight them off. I tried to tell Xigbar not to kill them, I really did." He mused. "Should I get sterner with that?"
Peggy's strings twanged. He laughed. "I didn't think so either. Although I did have to put my foot down about the fairy. I like fairies." He murmured. Peggy's strings hummed in assent. He giggled with delight, snuggling up against the pillow and cheerfully awaiting the moment where he could trade cuddling the pillow for cuddling with Xigbar.
Xigbar came in about a half-hour later with a small jar in his hands, which he had kept hidden from Demyx by using a stack of books to cover his hands, shoving the jar in the bedside-stand drawer before pouncing, nuzzling Demyx's chest and kissing him, listening to his delighted squeals and realizing he was pretty sure that this was what heaven had to be like.
He read to Demyx, letting his lover snuggle close as he went through the books he'd chosen, watching with amusement as Demyx began to yawn, the rhythmic sound of his voice lulling him to sleep. He wanted Demyx to have some peace with him before he showed him what Vexen had made him. He didn't want to ruin Demyx's day, and he wasn't sure of what his reaction would be to the scar medicine.
After he finished one of the books, Demyx looked up at him and yawned slightly. "Hey, Xiggy?" He murmured. "Peggy wants to know what was in the jar you brought in." He told him, not noticing Xigbar's twitching eye as he laid back down against the pillow. Xigbar shot the sitar a ferocious glare that had made better, entirely sentient men quake in their tracks. Peggy just twanged her strings. Demyx giggled.
Xigbar sighed, taking the jar out and showing it to him. It was small and squat, a round little forest-colored glass jar with a simple, nondescript black lid on it to keep the medicine safe. Demyx observed it, tilting his head and blinking. "What is it, Xigbar?" He asked. Xigbar inhaled, unscrewing the lid and showing him the pale, cream-colored gel.
"Scar medicine, Demyx." He said slowly. "It's for you."
Demyx was quiet for a minute. He didn't drop his gaze as he watched Xigbar, his eyes filled with an expression Xigbar couldn't name as their eyes met.
"If I put it on, does it mean I can have sex with you?" He asked. Xigbar almost dropped the jar as he stared at him in horror. Demyx shrugged. "I mean, will I be good enough to get...you know, f-" Xigbar cut him off and pulled him close, not even registering his whole body was shaking until he felt Demyx trying to stroke his hair in an attempt to calm him down.
"Don't call it that." He said, voice hoarse. "There's a difference between fucking and making love, Dem. I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. I want to make love to you so bad it scares me, and I thought...I thought you didn't want to because you were ashamed. Of the scars, I mean." He shuddered, feeling Demyx trembling in his arms. "I knew they were hurting you." He inhaled.
"But listen, Dem. If you don't want to get rid of them, I'll understand. And I swear to god, they don't make you any less beautiful. You're beyond gorgeous; you're a goddamn paragon, and it hurts to look at you sometimes, because you're just so damn perfect, and I don't know what I did to deserve you." He murmured. Demyx giggled softly, burying his head into Xigbar's neck and sighing with delight.
"You don't have to deserve love, Xigbar. That's not what love is. It just...is. You get it, and you accept it, because it's amazing. Even if you're a Nobody." He replied. Xigbar nodded, unable to speak as Demyx continued. "And...I do want to get rid of the scars. That time of my life...I mean, it's over. I don't want the worst part of it to stay with me like this. I don't...want to have you in me, taking me, being with me, all with those scars still on me, reminding me of all that happened...I want to start a n-new life with you, and...they have to go away, Xiggy." He murmured, trailing off as he wiped a few stray tears away. Xigbar nodded, unsure of what to say as he kissed Demyx's forehead, guiding him gently to lay down on the bed.
Xigbar undressed him with care, gentle hands pulling away his shirt as Demyx shivered in the sudden cold. Xigbar kissed his chest with a soft, soothing hum, making Demyx sigh in relief and pleasure as Xigbar nuzzled his neck. He set the jar down and swiped a finger in the gel, rubbing it gently across the knotted, ropy scar on his lover's neck. Demyx mewled in pain as the gel bubbled up and fizzed, but once it subsided and sank down into his skin, Xigbar could see the dead scar tissue sloughing off his skin, little rivulets of water rising up from within Demyx to wash it away as Xigbar cleaned his neck off with the small towel soaked in antiseptic Vexen had given him to use. Demyx hissed with sudden pain once more as the antiseptic bubbled and frothed, but once it faded away, Xigbar was sure the newly-formed skin was clean. He kissed Demyx, drumming his fingers against his kitten's stomach and listening to his squeak of pleasure with delight. "Good kitten." He murmured. "You're being such a good boy, Demyx."
He went over the smaller ones on his neck and arms, getting the quick, easy ones out of the way so he could focus on the ones around his ankles. He didn't want to start on his thighs just yet; there were too many scars there, and he didn't want to go too fast. As he worked his way down to his feet, he gave Demyx soft kisses along whatever parts of his body he could reach, murmuring little words of comfort each time Demyx mewled with pain.
The burn scars hurt him more; they would burn his skin as they faded away, a last gruesome memento of their existence as Xigbar washed them away, kissing Demyx's toes and smirking in amusement as he heard his kitten laugh. He added the bottoms of his feet on to his mental list of "Places Demyx is Ticklish In," already thinking of the uses he could put to that tidbit of information.
One he'd gotten rid of the scars on his ankles, Xigbar looked up at Demyx, still worried Demyx would back out and refuse to do the rest of the scars. Demyx shook his head, grasping Xigbar's hand in his and smiling nervously down at him.
"Be gentle, 'kay?" He pleaded. Xigbar nodded, squeezing his hand tightly as he began to pull Demyx's pants down with gentle care, stroking Demyx's hips each time his lover tensed or shivered. After a few minutes of careful undressing, Demyx was left in simple turquoise panties, face bright red as he squirmed slightly in Xigbar's grasp.
"H-he s-said he could bite there 'c-cause no one would w-want me there, you know." He murmured. Xigbar narrowed his eye, kissing the small strip of skin between his stomach and the waist of his panties, amused by the soft laugh Demyx rewarded him with.
"Well then he can go fuck himself, Dem." He told him, watching Demyx's eyes widen with further amusement. "Because, frankly, I want you more than anyone else I have ever looked at in my entire life. I want you forever, Demyx. I don't want to fuck you. I want to be your lover." He murmured. "Let me in, Dem? Let me hold you, make love to you, be with you for as long as we both last? Please..." He trailed off, realizing this was probably the most vulnerable he'd ever been in his entire life. Funny how that worked out; he could fight off entire armies, and yet he felt naked and helpless in front of a little blonde kitten.
Demyx looked down at him and smiled, and in that moment he looked so painfully beautiful that Xigbar almost cried.
"Funny," he mused, "I want that too." He murmured, stroking Xigbar's hair. "We can be together forever, Xigbar. I promise."
Xigbar moaned with absolute relief, burying his head between Demyx's legs and listening to his sudden scream of sheer delight. Demyx was shaking now, trembling in his grasp.
"What was that? Xiggy, that felt really good!" He yelped, shock turning his face bright red as Xigbar looked up at him with a wicked grin.
"It was what I would prefer to call foreplay." He teased. Demyx squeaked, settling back on the bed. Xigbar laughed, ruffling his hair and sitting up. "All right, Dem. Just...hold still. I want to try something." He murmured.
Demyx watched as Xigbar took more of the gel and daubed it gently on one of the numerous scars. He tilted his head for a second, confused. All questions flew out of his mind, however, as he watched Xigbar press his lips against the wound. He started with shock, trembling as Xigbar stroked his hips soothingly, humming against his skin. Demyx watched as he pulled away, cleaning away the skin and looking up at him.
"No teeth." He murmured. "Not anymore. Just lips. Just kisses, Dem. I promise."
Demyx nodded, eyes shining as he smiled at Xigbar, letting his lover go over each scar, kissing them as they faded away, making sure he had gotten each one as he held Demyx close, aware of his lover's panting and mewling and fully enjoying the sounds of Demyx's first arousal.
"Last one, Demyx. Then you're free forever." He murmured. He had saved the vicious and nastiest-looking one for last, and as he brought his lips to it, he felt Demyx's hands reach to untie his eyepatch. Xigbar froze, unsure of what to say. Demyx sighed, ruffling his hair and giving him a look of amused affection.
"You accepted my scars." He reminded him. "I can accept yours."
Xigbar was openly sobbing as he kissed away the last of Demyx's scars.
Demyx pulled him up to sit in between his legs as he sat up, winding his legs with Xigbar's and tilting his head up, looking straight into his eye. His left was his same sharp, cunning hazel cat's-eye, but his right...
The scar was thick and hideous; the skin was almost split down to his socket, rendering his eye forever useless and leaving him with the mark of his last war against the darkness. He wore his other scars with honor and pride, but this one remained hidden, as much for his appearance as his sanity. He couldn't look at himself in the mirror and see the mark of his failure every morning. He was only human...even after all this. He was just human.
He hadn't realized he was crying again until Demyx pulled him into his arms, murmuring nonsense words of comfort and love as he ran his fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head and letting him lean against his chest.
"The scar won't go away." He murmured. "Not even with this?" Xigbar shook his head.
"The thing that made it...it wouldn't give up its' mark on me that easily." He muttered bitterly. Demyx nodded, considering something.
Suddenly, he lifted Xigbar's face up and planted a kiss right on the center of his scar. Xigbar started, but Demyx held him firm against his body, holding him tight as he kissed each of the scars along his face before kissing the scar upon his eye once more.
"There." He said cheerfully. "Now I put my mark on it. Does that make it better?" He asked. Xigbar nodded, unable to speak for a minute as he pulled Demyx down onto the bed with him.
"So much, Dem." He whispered. "So much better."
Demyx sighed with delight, pleased he'd made Xigbar happy. He busied himself with figuring out the next step towards making Xigbar happy, which was lifting up his shirt and helping him yank it off, tossing it into a corner with reckless abandon. Demyx motioned for him to lay back as he began to slowly pull down his pants, observing each new expanse of skin he was treated to each time he tugged them down further. Xigbar let Demyx do what he wanted; it was the first time he'd ever even thought about what to do in this situation, and he had to be nervous. Once he'd finally tossed his pants aside, Xigbar laid back and let Demyx observe him carefully, thinking of what to do next.
"An erection is what you get when you really like someone petting you, right? Like, you know, like, um...'petting' petting." He finished. Xigbar grinned.
"Tch, yeah. You've never even considered being petted, have you, kitten?" He teased. Demyx blushed, fidgeting again as Xigbar noted with amusement that the bulge in his panties was starting to swell slightly.
"Ummm, okay, maybe once, but that was because my dream got kinda weird." He muttered, face bright red as he looked away. "It was our honeymoon! I had to!" He yelled, not realizing Xigbar had burst out laughing as he tried in vain to defend himself. Xigbar yanked him into a deep, passionate kiss, trying not to laugh until he pulled away, cradling him in his arms and laying him back down on the bed.
"Kitten, I fuckin' love you." He said, nuzzling his neck. "And you're somethin' else, I can tell you that." Demyx mewed with pleasure, burying his face into Xigbar's neck as he felt Xigbar's hands wrap around his waist, settling him down and holding him in place. Demyx tilted his head, still slightly confused as Xigbar began to kiss his neck, blowing gently on his skin as he could only lie still, moaning and mewling with pleasure as Xigbar did as he pleased, kissing and suckling at his neck.
As Xigbar made his way down his chest and eventually decided sucking at his nipple was a great idea, Demyx gave up on trying to wriggle out of his embrace and settled for laying back and letting Xigbar ravage his body. He was more experienced, and considering he wasn't even sure how they were supposed to, well...do that, he was just going to let Xigbar play with him.
Xigbar had moved on to his other nipple, continuing to gently finger the other already throbbing, glistening one as he gave the other the same care and attention. Demyx was pretty sure he'd given up on seeing straight about five minutes ago. He could hear Xigbar laughing, but he was too overtaken by bliss to even open his mouth and ask why.
Xigbar looked up at his kitten's face and watched with amusement as he continued to tremble and mewl. Was Demyx aware he was calling out his name? He wasn't sure, but the simple fact that his name was on his kitten's lips was enough to make him hard, his erection finally properly forming, throbbing and tight against his now very restrictive underwear. He swore, muttering under his breath as he tried to yank them off and abuse Demyx's poor nipples at the same time.
He suddenly felt Demyx's hands around his waist, helping him pull them down as he sighed in relief. "Good kitten." He murmured. "And good kittens...get played with. They get treats." He watched as Demyx inhaled sharply, melting into his touch as Xigbar growled with feral delight. "And right now, I want to play with my precious little kitten very, very badly."
He still had enough sense and restraint to pull Demyx's panties down gently, rather than do what he was dying to do and tear them off without hesitation. Of course, once he finally was treated to the sight of Demyx's erection, which was already dripping precome, that restraint checked out and left the building.
"Quick explanation before I go completely insane and ravish your adorable virginal body, Dem," he hissed, bliss clouding his senses as he felt Demyx put his hands on his shoulders, shifting so he could sit up against the pillows, "this is a blowjob. It feels great. Now hold still so I can suck you off."
He might've tried to tell him something else, but all he could force himself to do was bury his head between Demyx's legs and deepthroat him, purring with delight at the immediate scream of pleasure that he was treated to, thanks to Demyx's naivety and inexperience. He wasted no time in dragging his tongue up and down the length, sucking hard on the tip of his cock, lapping at his slit, eagerly feasting on the precome that spurted from the tip each time he did so. Demyx had been rendered pretty much insensible; the only thing he could do was scream his name. He might've been mewling demands for more, but he was far too new to pleasure to even maintain coherency as he settled for repeating Xigbar's name, burying his hands in his hair and mewing with delight.
Xigbar knew he was going fast, but he didn't really care; the need to feel Demyx come in his mouth overrode all other sensibilities, to the point where the scent of Demyx against his skin was enough to drive him even further over the edge, letting him hum and purr with Demyx in his mouth, listening with delight as his kitten screamed even louder, the intensified pleasure already making his hips buck up instinctively into Xigbar's mouth. Xigbar sighed with pleasure, slowing down slightly so Demyx could remember something other than ecstasy and his name.
"X-Xigbar...y-you have to s-stop or I'm gonna...mm, I...I'm..." He mewled as Xigbar dragged his tongue up his shaft again, kissing the tip of his cock and pulling away for an instant.
"Or what, Dem?" He purred, watching his kitten tremble against the pillows. Demyx moaned, trying to reach between his legs and masturbate before Xigbar smirked and caught his wrists, lifting them over his head. "Hmm, naughty little kitten. I didn't know you knew how to do that..." He teased. Demyx managed to give him a look of confusion.
"D-Do what, Xigbar?" He asked, rising his hips up in a plea for Xigbar to suck him again. Xigbar groaned.
Great. That should not turn me on like it's turning me on. He grumbled.
"I'll...tell you later." He muttered darkly. Demyx giggled, but his laugh turned into a scream as Xigbar buried his head between his legs again, licking eagerly at his cock and massaging the soft skin between his hip bones.
"Oh, it was, I'm...oh god, you c-can't c-cause I'm gonna c-come, Xigbar...please, I'm gonna c-come..." He begged, blushing as he tried to pull away. Xigbar held his hips down so he couldn't move before pulling away once more and looking him in the eye.
"Then do it, Dem." He purred. "Come for me."
He barely had time to deepthroat Demyx again before he felt come beginning to pulse out of his cock, the gentle sea-salt taste enveloping his senses as Xigbar purred with pleasure, lapping up every drop he could reach before kissing his tip and pulling away, leaning over his beautiful little lover and sighing with satisfaction at his trembling, bliss-ridden kitten. Xigbar grinned, ruffling Demyx's hair.
"Ah-ah-ah, Dem..." He purred. "I'm not done playing with my kitten yet." He murmured, letting his erection throb against Demyx's thigh and listening with delight to the sound of Demyx's renewed moaning.
(In the corner, Peggy was currently the happiest sitar alive.)
Of course, since they weren't aware of the fact that Peggy was still in the corner, Xigbar had absolutely no problem pinning Demyx down on the bed with his hips, leaning forward and fumbling for the drawer, and sifting through its' contents until he finally snatched up the small bottle of lotion he'd been saving for this moment. He tried to unscrew the top before realizing it was stuck, and by that point he was far too turned on to care about doing anything but slamming the lid against the table until the plastic cracked, tearing the shards off and pouring half the bottle out onto his hands. Demyx raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh.
"Fell off the table?" He teased. Xigbar nodded, coating his fingers and lifting Demyx's legs up around his shoulders.
"Fell off the table." He agreed, kissing him fiercely as he shoved the first finger into his kitten's entrance.
Demyx screamed, trying desperately to hold onto Xigbar as he wailed with pain. Xigbar winced. "Sorry, kitten. This has to be done. Be careful, okay? Don't fidget too much or it'll hurt even more. Let me hold you, sssh...trust me, Demyx, sshh, sshh..." He kissed his forehead and wiped away his tears, slipping the next finger in with gentle care, holding Demyx against his chest as he pumped his fingers in and out, searching in advance for his sweet spot, the one little bundle of nerves that would make his kitten scream.
After a few minutes of careful searching and soothing petting, Demyx outright howled, digging his nails into Xigbar's back as he screamed and writhed under him. Xigbar grinned. "There we go. It'll feel much better in a minute, Dem, I promise...but what's coming next is going to hurt. Just relax and trust me, okay? I want to make you happy." He murmured. Demyx nodded, letting Xigbar shift him so the two of them were entwined together, holding each other close as Xigbar finally thrust into him.
Demyx whimpered and mewled at the harsh, sudden pain, but Xigbar's hands massaging his hips as he kissed him managed to keep away tears as Xigbar eased his way inside, relaxing and letting Demyx adjust. His lover sighed with pleasure, purring at his touch.
"Can I move now, Dem?" Xigbar murmured, unsure if he would hurt him. Demyx nodded, spreading his legs wider to give him more room. Xigbar moaned, burying his face into Demyx's neck and kissing the skin as he thrust once more, searching for his spot, desperate to make Demyx as blissful as he was right now. He was buried in his lover's tight heat, feeling Demyx's skin against his, Demyx whispering his name into his ear, Demyx's name on his own lips, and all he could do was cling to him and moan his name. Demyx rose his hips up to meet him, gasping with pleasure each time Xigbar buried himself up to the base of his cock, desperate to find the one spot within Demyx that would make him scream.
It took another minute of searching, but finally, Demyx screamed his name loud enough to make his ears ring for a minute, his lover's high, desperate pleading becoming even better as Xigbar slammed right into his sweet spot, refusing to pause for even a second, focused only on the raw, urgent need to feel Demyx come as he buried himself as deep as he could inside his lover, moaning his name and giving him all the promises of love he could give as he felt his body tense, preparing for orgasm. He shifted so Demyx was sitting up slightly, giving him room to pull Demyx into his arms as he thrust up once more, murmuring, "Close, kitten," into his ear. Demyx nodded, leaning back slightly so Xigbar could gently stroke his throbbing cock.
"Me too, Xigbar..." He murmured, a soft gasp punctuating his words as he felt Xigbar gently finger his slit. He mewled in bliss, leaning his head against Xigbar's chest and nuzzling him, sighing with pleasure.
The sight of Demyx so perfect and blissful was enough to bring Xigbar painfully close to orgasm. He shook his head. One last thrust, just enough to make Demyx come...
He buried himself all the way in and hit his prostate, listening to Demyx's howl of bliss as he cried out his name, come spurting from the tip of his cock as he buried his face into Xigbar's neck and sobbed with pure ecstasy, feeling Xigbar come inside him as he moaned Demyx's name in response, the burning, dripping heat giving Demyx another perfect feeling of bliss as he felt Xigbar pick him up and lay him down on the pillows, lapping at the come that had spilled onto his chest. He wanted desperately to tell Xigbar how much he loved him, to hell with being a Nobody, but as their eyes met, he realized Xigbar already knew.
"We're somethin' else, huh, kitten?" Xigbar whispered, finally finding his voice as he laid down beside Demyx, tugging the blankets up around both of them. Demyx giggled, nuzzling into the crook of Xigbar's arm and sighing with bliss.
"We are." He agreed, closing his eyes. "And I don't want to be anything else, Xiggy." He murmured, already feeling himself drifting off into sleep. Xigbar laughed, cradling him close.
"As if, kitten." He whispered, kissing him one last time before joining him in sleep, "we're perfect enough as it is."
(In the corner, Peggy had fainted.)