(Okay, I'll warn you that this is a Zemyx, meaning Zexion x Demyx. Meaning yaoi. Meaning- you get the point. I'm not a huge yaoi fanatic, but I have my share of guilty-pleasure couples. So, enjoy or leave I guess.)

Zexion sighed as he thumbed through a guitar magazine, his boredom reaching what could possibly be the high point of the day. He was sitting behind a glass counter filled with various musical tools, from tuners to picks to mini-amps. It was to be expected when one went to a music store, as was the only available reading material for the slightly-nerdy teen: music magazines. It was a rather slow day at the store, which was why the manager, Xigbar, was in the back practicing for his band and leaving his only employee to do whatever he wanted. Zexion glanced up when a bell jingled to show someone coming in, but quickly brought it back down when he recognized the face.

Zexion was determined to remain unnoticed by his classmate, Demyx. The young teen wasn't a bad sort, but he did have a tendency to mock the rather "emo" Zexion. Demyx had a strange lovechild of a mullet and a Mohawk on his head, and how the hell he pulled it off as well as attracted large numbers of women with it was a mystery. "Hey, uhm... how much is this guitar?" Zexion sighed behind his magazine. Not talking in order to remain invisible worked about as well when you were at work as it did when you were at school. "Hey, are you- WHOA! Zexy?"

Zexion's eyebrow twitched and he sighed. Demyx knew full well how much he loathed that nickname, and probably used it for that reason. "The guitar you're referring to is 200 dollars," Zexion smoothly replied before bringing up the magazine to hide his face.

"200... what the hell?" Demyx groaned, "Do you want me to go bankrupt or something?" Zexion peered over his magazine to see Demyx with his head cradled in his large hands.

"Actually, I'd prefer if you left," Zexion laid the magazine down and stood up, cursing himself silently for feeling so defensive. It was only to be expected however. When someone wears tight shirts and tighter pants, styles their hair so it covers one eye, and sits in the back of a classroom reading a book, they tend to attract the bullying crowd. And, when the said outcast met someone who was all buddy-buddy with the said bullying crowd, sparks can fly.

Demyx laughed, "Don't be such a grump, Zexy." Zexion sighed again and turned away from the musician to look over some drumsticks. "I mean, aren't you supposed to not chase away business? Or did the manager not tell you that?"

Zexion resisted the temptation to sigh once more, but kept his back to Demyx, "My manager only wants desirable business, and he trusts my judgment." Zexion smiled slightly, despite himself. Xigbar was like a second father to him, or a first since his own was never around. And, like a second father should, Xigbar treated Zexion with compassion and respect, though he was not above teasing the poor teen. Still, Xigbar protected Zexion, which was sometimes necessary when you worked in the industry business.

Demyx smirked at Zexion's back, "What makes you so sure I'm undesirable, Zexy~ baby?"

Zexion turned quickly, his cheeks a light pink. "F-flirting won't get you a discount!" Zexion shoved past Demyx, his anger evident. Their school wasn't especially close-minded, but when there was an "emo" kid who never had a girlfriend, everyone assumed he was gay and taunted him about it, regardless of its level of fiction. Of course, when a popular kid like Demyx said he was bisexual, everyone applauded him for being so brave about coming out. "Hate to break it to you, but the rumors aren't true," he snapped, his ice-blue eyes flashing. "I am not gay, and you can't just seduce your way into everything like you do with the girls."

"Seduce my way into everything?" Demyx laughed, "Nice phrase Zexy, get it out of a romance novel?"

"And stop calling me Zexy!" Zexion glared at Demyx, "This isn't High School. It's my workplace, and I have the right to kick you out if you continue harassing me."

Demyx widened his eyes in false fear and shook his hands in front of him, "Ooooooh, scary." Demyx laughed again and grinned challengingly at Zexion, "Make me." Demyx leaned in close to Zexion's face, noticing with amusement how he stiffened up. "You can't, can you?"

Zexion crossed his arms, "My manager's in the back. If I can't, he can." Though he didn't want to admit it, Zexion was definitely being affected by the close proximity of his peer.

Demyx leaned in close to Zexion, making the poor teen realize his back was against a wall, "That's not what I meant." Demyx's breath was hot on Zexion's neck, but the blue-haired teen could feel chills creeping up his back. "What I mean is... could you make me leave... when you want me to stay?" Demyx winked at Zexion, who collected his wits with a scowl.

"Get away from me you fag," Zexion hissed, shoving Demyx away from him roughly. "Not everyone's clamoring to get into your leather pants." Zexion turned back to the counter and jumped over it, his body-weight light enough to keep the glass from breaking.

"You noticed that they're leather? I'm touched Zexy truly I am." Demyx leaned over the counter with a grin. "Do you know why I wear leather pants?"

Zexion glared at Demyx and wondered how the hell he ended up in this conversation, "Because you are obsessed with bondage is my guess."

"An accurate guess, but wrong," Demyx laughed. "No, it's because when I'm chasing an adorable emo, I want him to be able to notice how happy I am to see him." Zexion's eyes widened with horror and he glanced down in the mentioned area, "Made you look!" Demyx laughed again. "Now whose the fag?"

Zexion growled and banged his fist on the table, the blood rushing to his cheeks. "That's it." He turned to go into the back room to find Xigbar.

"Wait, ZEXY!" Demyx jumped over the glass counter, "I was just kidding! Come on, don't be such an emo!" Demyx pouted adorably, but it didn't work on Zexion.

"For the last time, I'm not emo," he growled menacingly.

Demyx tilted his head in a puppy-like fashion, "Really? Then why don't you smile?"

Zexion turned again, mentally cursing Demyx once again, but this time for distracting him from his mission, "I can, but choose not to. Especially with people like you around."

"Now that's just plain rude," Demyx pouted again and was ignored by Zexion. "Stop ignoring me!" Demyx saw that Zexion was only a few steps away from the manager's door and quickly reached forward to grab him, "Don't do- that?" Demyx was cut off as Zexion gave a loud squeak and jumped away, his face even redder than before.

"Don't... DO that!" Zexion tried to make it sound like an order, but it really sounded like a begging request.

Demyx grinned evilly, "Do what?" he asked with a false innocence. "This?" He reached forward and poked Zexion, his grin growing wider when the emo squeaked and doubled over in an attempt to protect his stomach.

Zexion recognized the evil in Demyx's smile and immediately called out, "Xigb-AAAAH!" Zexion was cut off as Demyx's hands shot forward and started furiously ticking his sides. Zexion tried to squirm away from Demyx's prodding fingers, but he ended up just falling down and curling up on the floor in desperation. Demyx didn't even hesitate to pin down the book-lover and slip his fingers under his shirt. "PEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERVERT!" Apparently the whole "use tickling as an excuse to molest the cuite" wasn't a perfect plan when mentioned cutie was also a genius. Demyx smirked and grabbed Zexion's hips, causing the schemer to squeak and shoot his hips upward to escape Demyx's hands, which resulted in him banging against Demyx's own hips. Now, Zexion finally understood the meaning of "between a rock and a hard place".

"Are you a virgin?" Demyx ground his hips against Zexion, his bright blue eyes twinkling with mischief when he saw Zexion's realization of what was rubbing against him. However, this mischief disappeared when Zexion's eyes darkened. "Zexy?" Demyx suddenly felt as though he went into forbidden territory, and wanted desperately to find a way to eturn to the playful, if somewhat perverted mood before.

"Define virgin," Zexion replied darkly. "I've never had a dick in my ass or anything like that, and mine has never been in anything... willingly." Zexion sat up, knowing that the serious mood would keep Demyx from trying to keep him pinned, "For some reason, men keep trying to molest me. Must be because I look weak, and am just as weak." Demyx could feel a mix of emotions bubbling inside him as Zexion continued, "I've had my ass pinched, my cock grabbed... some guy even pinned me down and put it in his mouth. His would have been in mine if Xigbar didn't come along..."

"Zexion..." Demyx leaned forward, "I'm sorry. I... I didn't know." Zexion didn't say anything and Demyx's eyes darkened, "But, I'm not like that." Zexion gave a small gasp as Demyx grabbed his shoulders and forced their mouths together.

"Hey Zexion, we should take off early since no one's-WHOA!" Xigbar froze, and both Zexion and Demyx mirrored the actions with blushes rising in their cheeks.

"XIGBAR! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME EARLIER!" Zexion stood up angrily, "Get this... pervert out of here ASAP!"

Demyx pouted cutely, "Pervert? All I did was kiss you, it's not like I frisked you," Demyx winked and Zexion turned even redder.

Xigbar laughed, "No harm, no foul." He went to the counter to grab the keys and ignored the shocked look on Zexion's face.

"No harm no... WHAT THE HELL!?" Zexion stormed angrily up to Xigbar, "I get hit on by some old man and you kick the living shit out of him. But a pervert practically rapes me and you just give him a pat on the back!?!?"

"Rape?" Xigbar rose an eyebrow, "All I heard was a little flirting, a tickle fight, and some heartfelt confessions."

Zexion turned even redder, "YOU HEARD ALL THAT!?"

Demyx laughed along with Xigbar, "Well, I gotta head home. You two can continue your argument without me." Demyx winked at Zexion, "See you tomorrow, Zexy." And Demyx left, leaving the not-so-emo and the pirate/surfer/rocker/old man to argue about the line between flirting and rape.