So this is a story that was up before but well....I had a very, very, horrible, insecure moment and took it down because I thought it was stupid. But some lovely, confidence boosting, comments from my friends made me feel like I should re-upload it :)

So here it is, making an appearance once again ^^ I am going to upload it chapter by chapter so I get more feedback on each chapter, so it would be a HUGE confidence booster if you could review after reading this :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts ^^

Chapter one.

Zexion sat at his kitchen table grading essays for his English class at Twilight High. He sighed and ran a hand through his long periwinkle-blue fringe only to have it fall back into place, concealing the right side of his face. His silvery-blue eye was caught by the crumpled up postcard that lay beside the pile of papers. He leaned back in his chair and picked it up.

The picture on the front was of the Destiny Isles. A long stretch of golden beach with azure waves lapping at the sand, palm trees lined the coast, their huge leaves glowing an emerald colour. He flipped it over to read the message on the back, even though he probably knew it by heart now.

Zexy,

Hope you're well! Sorry for not writing much but have been real busy! I'll be coming home on the 5th of April, should be in the airport at about 6:30. Don't come. I'll come to you, don't want you to get harassed by the paparazzi :) See you.

Love Demyx xxx

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 7:30. Demyx should have been here by now. He had been gone for six months, recording on the Destiny Isles and doing gigs with Axel who was his producer. Zexion knew Axel would be home by now.

"He must be caught in traffic." Zexion thought and he went back to his papers.

8:00.

Zexion couldn't concentrate on the grading and was staring listlessly at the clock, his insecurity slowly clawing its way back into his mind.

"Who am I kidding? He's not coming here. He'll have forgotten me. " He thought. He sighed sadly and stood up. He felt like the walls were closing in around him and he felt a sudden urge to get out of the apartment. He needed milk anyway. He grabbed his wallet and mobile from the counter and headed to the door. He pulled on his black converse and long coat before exiting apartment number six and locking the door behind himself.

He walked to the supermarket and bought milk. As he left the shop he heard a group of teenage girls talking and giggling.

"Demyx Nocturne is by far the best!"

"He's sooo hot!"

"I know! I can't wait for his next gig!"

"Me neither! Hey I wonder if he has a girlfriend?!"

"If he does she must be someone totally beautiful and way cool!"

Zexion bit his lip to hold back tears and hurried away from the girls.

He wandered for a bit and somehow ended up at the park. He sat on the swing and gently swung back and forth; trying not to think about how unsuited he was for Demyx.

"How would they react…if they knew he was with someone like me…" he thought.

When his dark thoughts started to take over his mind again, he left the park and went to the little sweet shop on the corner. Zexion was a secret sweet tooth and a regular at Candy's Confectionary.

He bought a bag of his favourites, deep red, strawberry flavored, boiled sweets, and then slowly walked home. He sucked on one as he walked. Concentrating on the flavour and the clacking noise the sweet made against his teeth. Distracting himself.

What he saw when he reached the top of the stairs to his apartment nearly made him choke.

Demyx was leaning on the railings with his hands in the pockets of his black, artfully stressed, skinny jeans. He wore his big, plain black hoodie and dark sunglasses covered his sea-green eyes. His hair, a dark blonde, mullet/mohawk, blew in the light breeze. He had his IPod earphones plugged into his ears and was tapping a foot to the beat.

Zexion was frozen to the spot, staring at Demyx like he was an apparition. He clutched the plastic bag tightly, trying not to think about what the girls had said.

"…by far the best!…"

"…Sooo hot!..."

"…Girlfriend…"

"…Totally beautiful and way cool!..."

Their words echoed in his head and he couldn't make them go away. All he could do was stare at the man he loved. Stare at the man that had left him alone for six months with no call or postcard or contact of any kind. He felt pointless, insignificant behind Demyx's fame.

Demyx glanced towards Zexion casually, like he was checking to see if someone was there. He did a double-take whenhe saw Zexion and his face visibly brightened. He pulled the earphones out of his ears and pushed away from the railings, tugging the sunglasses from his face.

"Zexy! Oh god it's so good to see you! I missed you so much!" Demyx exclaimed a huge grin across his face.

Zexion smiled a small smile.

"I missed you too." He said quietly, and then he went to the door and pulled the key out of his coat pocket. He unlocked the door and went inside. Demyx followed him chattering about his trip and the Isles.

Zexion methodically pulled his shoes off and hung his coat up. Then he took the milk into the kitchen and put it carefully in the fridge. He threw his keys and wallet into the bowl on the little stand by the kitchen door and slumped into the chair at the table. Demyx trailing behind him like a chick.

Zexion pulled the papers to himself and began to finish marking them.

"Mind if I take a shower Zex?" Demyx asked. Zexion shook his head and Demyx kissed his cheek before heading into the bathroom.

Zexion didn't get it. How could Demyx go away for that long and not contact him at all, then just expect everything to be the same as it was before? Zexion had missed him so much that he had felt like his heart was trying to escape his chest.

He clenched his fist tightly around his pen.

He couldn't stop thinking about the musician. What made matters worse was that Demyx was on the television for live recordings of his Destiny Isles gigs and his music was always on the radio and he was all anyone ever talked about at the high school. He had to share Demyx with billions of fans. Zexion's insecurity got worse the more people loved him. He began to feel like he wasn't good enough. He was just a plain, boring, English teacher whereas Demyx was a shining, cool, idol to thousands of people, an amazing musician and singer. Zexion felt as though he was holding Demyx back.

"Zexy, your hot water doesn't last very long, does it?" Demyx said cheerfully as he re-entered the room fifteen minutes later.

"Mmmm." Zexion didn't look up from the papers, he couldn't look at the musician, couldn't let him see the feelings he was trying to hide.

Demyx's face fell and his smile saddened.

"Well, I can see you're busy so I'll go back to my place, I'll see you tomorrow." Demyx said and he walked to the front door.

Zexion looked up from the tests and at the doorway Demyx had just left.

"No…" He thought. "Don't go!"

He leapt from his seat and ran to the hallway. Demyx had the door half open. Zexion threw his arms out and around Demyx. His palms hit the door and his momentum slammed it shut with a crash. Demyx looked over his shoulder in surprise. Zexion felt tears well up in his eyes. He squeezed them shut and leaned his head on Demyx's back.

"Don't go," He murmured. "Please."

He felt Demyx take hold of his wrist and pull him around. He pushed Zexion against the door and pinned his wrists above his head with one hand. Demyx leaned down and captured Zexion's mouth in a passionate kiss.

Zexion moaned. He had missed Demyx's taste and touch so much. Demyx licked Zexion's lips and Zexion opened his mouth. He felt Demyx push his warm tongue inside. Tears sparkled down Zexion's cheeks. He sniffed and caught Demyx's clean, just-out-the-shower smell.

Demyx pushed his body against Zexion's and Zexion groaned with desire. He pulled his wrists from Demyx's grip and dragged his hands through the dark blonde spikes, tugging slightly. Demyx responded by pressing Zexion against the door and kissing him fiercely. His warm hand slipped up Zexion's t-shirt. Zexion wrapped his legs around Demyx's waist and the musician carried him to the bedroom.

He dropped Zexion onto the bed and pulled off his jumper and t-shirt, throwing them into a dark corner. He dragged Zexion's shirt over his head and then straddled his waist. They resumed kissing, getting more and more passionate and aroused with every passing second.

Zexion finally groaned and tugged at the studded belt around Demyx's waist. Demyx undid it and slipped off his jeans, kissing and biting at Zexion's neck. Zexion scrabbled at his own belt and, with trembling fingers, managed to undo the stupid thing. He unbuttoned his jeans and, with a little help from Demyx, managed to pull them off.

Zexion's body arched as Demyx slipped a hand under his boxers. He moaned and pulled Demyx down to himself.

"D… Demyx…Demyx you gotta AH!" He cried out as Demyx's familiar touch hit the spot. "Please…P please Demyx…I want…I want NAAH!"

"What do you want?" Demyx whispered seductively in his ear.

"I want you…I want you."

Zexion woke the next morning to the sound of his alarm. He reached out and hit the 'off' button. Then he groaned, rolled over and sat up. He was sore all over and was sure he had a hickey on his neck but he was still bathing in an afterglow. He put out a hand to steady himself and heard a crunch of paper as his hand connected with a folded note.

It was then that he realized that Demyx wasn't there.

"Maybe…maybe he went to the bathroom or something." He thought.

He unfolded the note and read,

I got a call from the studio

Demyx xx

Zexion frowned. Was that it? Couldn't he have written more? Why did he have to go? What he was doing? Who he was with? And…when would he see him again?

He curled up into a ball and hugged his knees. Why? Why did he do this to him? Did Zexion really mean anything to him? Or was he just good for sex and nothing else?

Zexion's insecurity had brought his mood crashing down. He had felt dejected and horrible all through his first class of the day. He had to work during the break to get the papers he didn't finish graded on time. He had a headache. He rubbed at the red mark just above his collarbone. His tie irritated it, made it ache. So he had taken the stupid thing off and had unbuttoned his shirt so he could massage it.

"Oooo, is that a hickey Mr. Schemer?" said a teasing voice from behind him. Zexion immediately covered up the mark and turned to face the biology teacher, Marluxia Grace.

The teacher was tall with long pink hair and dark, deep green eyes. He was dressed in a shirt and black trousers but no tie and the shirt is untucked. How he gets away with this Zexion has no idea. His usual silly grin is in place but Zexion knows not to be fooled by it. His temper can snap like a brittle twig and the students call him an assassin from the way he could be stood right behind you, watching you, and you wouldn't realize until he spoke.

"No, just a bruise." Zexion lied.

Marluxia raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah? Well I've had plenty of experience trying to cover them up so I know what is a hickey and what isn't and that looks a lot like one if you ask me!"

Zexion paused to figure out what he had said and then answered,

"Sir, don't you have your next lesson to plan?"

"HA!" Marluxia pointed a triumphant finger at Zexion who took a step back and crashed into the desk. "You pulled that one on me last week and I have COME PREPARED!! I have already planned my next lesson! Hahaha!"

Zexion sighed, rolled his eyes and sat back down, pulling his lesson plan towards him.

Marluxia wandered over to the window.

"Ooo, look there's a kid down there talking to Luxord. He looks too old to be a student though." He said leaning on the window frame. Luxord was the schools maths teacher.

"Mmmm." Zexion wasn't paying any attention. He studied the plan and then checked that he had the correct books for that lesson.

"He's wearing a black hoodie and sunglasses, as if he doesn't want to be recognized." Marluxia described him despite knowing that Zexion wasn't paying attention.

But Zexion had stood up and joined Marluxia at the window. Sure enough, looking down into the grounds, he could see Luxord talking to a taller figure dressed in a black hoodie, skinny jeans and converse. Luxord gestured up at their window and the tall man looked up. Sunglasses covered his eyes but Zexion would recognize him anywhere.

He turned from the window and hurried out of the room.

Marluxia watched him go with a bemused expression. He looked out of the window and saw Zexion hurry across the grounds to the pair. The English teacher said something to Luxord and he walked off, waving a hand over his shoulder as he did.

Marluxia raised both eyebrows and a delighted grin spread across his face when he saw the tall fellow envelope Zexion in a hug.

"Well well well, something you're not telling us Zexion?"

Zexion pulled Demyx by the hand to a more private spot away from the main building, somewhere where he could take off the sunglasses and not risk being interrupted and found out. He took him to a spot that was concealed by huge weeping willows. A light breeze stirred the hanging branches.

He turned to face the musician.

Demyx pulled him into his arms again and kissed his forehead.

"I'm so sorry about this morning! Axel called me, there was something wrong with the recording and I had to redo it before we released a taster copy for radio." Demyx explained.

"It's okay, I get it." Zexion forgave him even though he didn't really understand. He was just happy to be back in Demyx's arms.

"No it's not okay! Especially not after last night! I should have woken up with you! So to make up for it I'm taking you out to dinner tonight."

Zexion looked up at Demyx in surprise.

"Out to dinner?" he asked.

"Yes, it wasn't fair of me to run off like that, so tonight we'll have dinner at Lockets. Then the night will be ours, no interruptions!"

Zexion's eyes widened with pleasure. Lockets? That was the expensive place in town! Zexion had only been there once before for a group celebration with their friends a few years back. He smiled up at Demyx. He looked so happy and pleased that Demyx wanted to hold him here forever.

"I won't be late either, I promise." He kissed Zexion again, on the lips this time. Zexion found his insecurity washing away. He melted into Demyx's kiss and clutched at the front of his hoodie.

The bell rang sharply, interrupting the kiss and summoning the students back to classes.

"Seven o'clock tonight, I'll meet you there!" Demyx said, stealing one last kiss before he replaced his sunglasses and pulled his hood over his head to conceal his obvious hair. Zexion waved as Demyx walked away and then hurried back to the school, feeling buoyant.

He was going to Locket's tonight with Demyx and Demyx had promised him he wouldn't be late and that they could have the night together with no interruptions.

He practically skipped into class and spent the rest of the day with a smile on his face.

There we are, Chapter one ^^

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