If anyone remembers when I said no more Xigdem, you can go ahead and forget it 'cause I love this pairing too much to stop. Anyway, I was listening to this song and plot bunnies attacked. I'd really love to do a music video with this, but that would take cosplayers and a set and all kinds of things I do really have so I wrote this instead. I'm not 100% happy with the end, but I tried so I hope you enjoy.

Kingdom Hearts belongs to Disney and Square Enix.

I Love Rock 'n' Roll belongs to Joan Jett.

I leaned back in my chair looking casually around the noisy bar. The place was a favored hangout of my friends and we were pretty familiar with the usual crowd. My attention had slipped from the conversation at the table as my gaze wondered aimlessly around the room. Then it fell on a lithe figure and I sat up slowly, my one good eye locked on.

By the record machine was a young man, practically a kid; he couldn't be much more than seventeen. He was dancing with a casual fluidity that was utterly captivating. I realized the strong, pulsing beat was that of one of my favorite songs. The kid's graceful movements were enthralling, carelessly sexual, somehow daring everyone to try and take him. He raised a long-fingered hand and brushed a few stray bits of hair from his face. He turned his head languidly and sea-green eyes fell on me. The kid gave him a wickedly appraising look before smiling.

I tossed my ponytail back, got to my feet, ignoring my friends, and crossed slowly over to the kid.

"What's your name?" I asked, leaning against the jukebox.

"That don't matter 'cause it's all the same," he said smirking, his body still pulsing to the music.

Somehow I loved that answer. Up close, the kid was even better looking than he had been at a distance. His eyes were sparkling beneath a few strands of hair that simply would not stay up with the rest of the spiked blond mess. He was thin, his lankiness bordering on awkward, but still sinuously graceful. His tight black jeans and blue t-shirt showed off his body without even trying.

I knew this nameless kid had to be – would be – mine.

"Can I take you home," I asked coolly, "where we can be alone?"

The kid smiled again.

"Come and take your time," he said, cocking his head to one side, his wicked smirk growing. "Dance with me." He held out a hand.

I took it and allowed myself to be pulled into a dance. I wasn't much of a dancer myself, but I found the rhythm and followed the kid's movements.

"I love rock 'n' roll," the blond said in a voice that was at once cheerful and sexy as he danced closer to me.

"I'm Xigbar."

The kid's body was only inches from mine now, still swaying to the music. I knew only a word stood between this and making the kid mine. The word was his name. That was all I needed. It was only a matter of time. I slid my hands onto the thin hips and met no objection as I pulled the lithe body closer mine. We moved together now, the beat of the music seeming to power our bodies.

The kid leaned in to me, his blond spikes brushing my scarred cheek and he whispered a single word in my pointed ear, but in that one word he gave himself away without giving himself up, gave up his defense without conceding defeat.

"Demyx."