Well, either everyone really hates Xigbar/Demyx/Zexion, hates the Demyx is MoM theory, or my writing is s-. I got nothing for any other reasons no one is biting... hatred of A/B/O wouldn't explain why my other story isn't getting any love.

I honestly don't understand why ff keeps erasing my section separators, especially since the separator icon isn't automatically there when creating a new document for ff...

Chapter Summary: In which too many people are horny. And Luxu is not as innocent as Demyx thinks he is.

Notes: Aced may be my least favorite fortune teller, but I don't hate him. I just need someone to pick on, and he's the easiest, sorry Aced fans.


In which Luxu is horny (Age of Fairytales Part 2)


Luxu knew there was something wrong with him. Alphas weren't supposed to be aroused by being dominated. And he wasn't... not when the bullies tried. Not when the teacher demonstrated for the class. But when his Master did it...

Luxu sucked in his breath and bit down on his lower lip, carefully thinking over the events of the day as he lay in bed.

The Master was... an Alpha. That was the only explanation for the pressure he'd emitted in response to Luxu. He'd thought that the Master would be an Alpha, but in the quiet of his room, he admitted to himself that he'd hoped the Master—no, Demyx—would be an Omega. His Omega.

It was unexpected that the Master didn't know about secondary genders. But then again, his Master could be a bit of a ditz sometimes. His pretty ditz.

Luxu rolled over onto his stomach as he thought about his Master, allowing himself the forbidden pleasure of calling Demyx's name in his head. Demyx He blushed as he experimentally rubbed himself against his bed. He didn't let himself think of the Master as Demyx during the day. That would be too intimate, too easy to slip up and get aroused by the dirty blond's innocent response to Luxu calling his name. But at night, when the Master wasn't around, couldn't see, couldn't know, he let himself think of Demyx.

As he permitted himself to rub against the bed faster and harder, his mind pondered over what to do with the knowledge that Demyx was an Alpha. Well, it wasn't like same-secondary-sex couples were unheard of. It was... rare. And society didn't approve. But it did happen. Now resolute that he'd win the Master over no matter what, he let himself slide into images of pretty lips around his dick, and ocean eyes begging to be fucked, and that high pitched voice calling, "Luxu~." He remembered that first day, when he'd seen the pretty, pretty stranger by the fountain, looking so miserable and confused, and for the first time in his life, he'd felt lust. It had almost knocked him over, it was so strong. He'd decided right then and there that he'd do anything to make that stranger his.

He groaned as he came, the name "Demyx" pouring out of his throat in a whine.


Poor Luxu. Thanks to Demyx's time traveling, he only had so long before he forgot—well, never knew—that the Master was an Alpha.


Several years of rewound time later found more apprentices. Demyx had been frustrated. He and Luxu alone hadn't been enough to stop the coming War. One day, after Luxu got tired of Demyx's moping, he'd brought in a timid little girl, his only friend outside of the clock tower. Eventually, she'd brought in another boy, small and delicate, who was her friend. He'd brought in his older sister, who'd brought in her boyfriend, who'd brought his best friend (oh, and Luxu did not like that his bully was there), and all together there were just far too many people now. As for their names... Well, early on, Luxu found a book and insisted they all take code names from it, especially since his own name was already there, and Demyx just found it easier to remember the shorter "code" names. He never was great at remembering names. So in future timelines, before Luxu had a chance to bring out the book, he just went ahead and told them their new names. They didn't seem to mind.


Because there were so many people now, someone had the "bright" idea of putting together a "day we all met" anniversary party. By that time, Demyx had gotten so used to picking up his apprentices right away, that somehow Luxu had wound up being number six. Demyx was too lazy to figure out how that had happened, but he was a little concerned that Luxu might feel bad about it... but then again, he didn't know. So, no harm, no foul? Luxu didn't act differently anyway; Demyx still made sure to show up at the fountain on time each round, and having to look miserable and confused wasn't hard since he still couldn't figure out where he was going wrong with his calculations and to him Luxu had just died again.

At the party, each apprentice gave him a gift. He appreciated Ava's note book, Gula's hairbrush, and Invi's pen. He'd smiled politely at Ira's tie and tried to smile harder at Aced's gift of Omega cologne. (Why Aced seemed convinced he was an Omega was beyond him.) Luxu... gifted him some sort of weird instrument thing. It looked expensive and old, so he was touched. But he was also irritated, because that meant he'd have to learn how to play the damn thing and he didn't even know what it was. He inwardly whimpered at the sight of all those strings and knobs and he wasn't musically talented, damn it.

"It's a sitar," Luxu told him. "It belonged to my dad, before he passed away. I'd like you to have it." Well, damn. He was going to have to learn to play it after all.


Demyx did eventually get good at playing it. A few centuries of rewound time's worth of practice will do that, though.


Something was wrong with Ava. It was just Demyx and Ava in the room, but most of the other apprentices were still in the building, completing tasks or hanging out. Demyx was in the room because he'd just rewound time by a few hours and was concerned. And shaken.

In the previous timeline, he'd walked into the room an hour and a half from now, to find Aced raping Ava. He'd gotten so angry, that before any of the strange smells really registered, he'd felt the water in Aced's body (the human body is 60% water, he'd remembered absently) and pulled him apart. With his mind. There was blood and bits of Aced everywhere and Ava was screaming and Ira came in and demanded to know what had he done and Luxu was defending him and Ira was hitting Luxu and Invi was rushing to Ava's side and Gula was whimpering and and and... he'd gone back to that morning, when he'd been alone in his room, and he'd gotten into the shower, coat and all, to wash the blood and gore off him. He could feel the water caressing him, loving him as it always had since he'd started this strange existence, but he just couldn't do anything other than stare blankly at the wall. He'd killed Aced. Horribly. Why had he done that? Why had he gotten so angry? Demyx never got that angry, not even when Luxu killed himself by touching the wrong part of the experiment again for the fortieth time that day. But something about seeing Ava in pain had triggered something. Well, things were going to go differently this time.

There was something wrong with Ava. She was sweating and her eyes looked glazed. He'd checked her forehead five times within the last half hour, but she hadn't felt feverish. The smell of lavender and lilac was mysteriously filling the air. Demyx was allergic to lavender, so he opened all the windows in the room. When questioned about the source of the smell, Ava shrugged, just as confused. But then, she didn't seem entirely lucid. Demyx had sent Aced out on an errand earlier that day, to keep him out of the way, and now he decided to call over Ira, who he could tell by the way the water in the bodies of his apprentices moved was closest, to go out to buy a thermometer.

When the unicorn masked boy came in—not everyone had been happy with Demyx and his taking apprentices. Demyx found that the masks helped protect them so that they could easily take them off and be safe in anonymity when they went out to do normal things—he'd sniffed the air strangely and his body language turned aggressive. Eyeing Ira warily, Demyx stood in front of him, trying to hide Ava with his body, and told Ira what he needed. But Ira just pushed him aside. Demyx caught a strange odor of musk and polish and something he couldn't name, but which he found unpleasant. He felt something stir inside him, but he pushed it down, concentrating on the problem at hand.

"Ira, what are you doing? Ira, stop. Ira, calm down!" Before Ira'd managed to reach Ava, he paused. Demyx was hanging onto his arms and pulling with all he had. He knew that if he used the water in Ira's body, he could stop him, could fling him across the room if necessary, but he was scared. What if he killed Ira too? Ira shook his head and turned to look at Demyx.

"M-master, I'm sorry. I think Ava's in heat. I'm just... I'm going to get Invi." He practically ran out the door, on a mission to find his Beta girlfriend.

Alone in the room with Ava, Demyx collapsed into his desk chair, no longer able to suppress the warmth he'd felt since Ira'd come into the room.

"Are, are you okay, Ava?" He somehow managed to get out. He relaxed into his chair, his favorite smells of vanilla extract and roses calming him, not paying attention to whether she answered. Where was the smell coming from? He felt so hot. Especially down there. He unzipped his coat, but it didn't really help. Would Ava mind if he took it off? No, she seemed to want to take her own coat off. Would she mind if he took off his shirt? No, that was bad. He was An Adult. Getting undressed in front of teenage girls was wrong. But he was so hot. He whined, his thoughts breaking down into discomfort and heat and itchy and needing to be unclothed and...

And STARS. He smelled the most wonderful smell of stars. A tiny part of his brain was screaming at him that that didn't make sense, that if he was close enough to a star to smell it he'd be dead, if not from the heat and the plasma and the gas, then from the lack of oxygen and the cold of the vacuum of space. The majority of his brain was just happy to be smelling the stars and the sweet smell of konpeito (sugar stars). It seemed to be coming from something right in front of him.

"M-master?" It was coming from Luxu! Luxu had the stars! He drunkenly lunged, wrapping his arms around the body in front of him and silently demanding it to hand over the stars, damn it. He pressed his face into Luxu's neck, nuzzling, completely forgetting that Luxu was just as old as Ava and that he'd just established that molesting a teenager was bad. He felt arms hesitantly wrap around him back. The body moved closer, starting to sit on his left leg, slightly rubbing and

"Master." And there was Invi, pulling him away from his stars. Or was she pulling the stars away from him? Nooooooo... "Master, you need to calm down." No. "Master." Her tone turned slightly stern as he continued reaching. No. I don't wanna go away from the stars. "Master, stop fighting me! Calm down." Suddenly, his head felt clearer. He leaned back and blinked at Luxu in front of him and Invi holding his arm on the side and Ava behind Luxu, looking better. Why exactly was Luxu glaring at Invi?

"Master." Ava chirped at him. "I didn't know you were an Omega."

Bwah?


Is Demyx an Omega? Next chapter should introduce Zexion, I think. So Demyx should find out next chapter. Probably. There's still time to make guesses! Will Luxu remember this incident? Probably not?