-Chapter 2-Quesadilla Margarita-

They shared an uncomfortable silence but acquainted each other with their presences. Saix pulled up in a nearly empty parking lot, rather far from the neon-lighted building.

"Come on." The blue-haired elder got out of the car and closed the car door softly behind him. He walked around the back of the truck and opened the passenger's door. "Demyx, get out, now." He also tried not to raise his voice at his son. One of the things that caused his silky, blue hair to turn gray: STRESS.

Since Demyx didn't flinch or bother to move, Saix tried making him get out the way he made him do everything else. Demyx could not resist the... feeling his father gave him when he did what he did to him. He tried to force himself not to, but he moved his lips along with the older's. Every single time he fell for what his father did to him.

The older man stroked the other's thigh all the way up to his groin. He tried to get his hand down into Demyx's pants. He managed to get his hand down to his erection and play with it. The teen moaned and placed a hand on the man's chest to push him away (in a failed attempt, of course). He finally built up the courage to actually push Saix away. He turned his head over to the side and covered his mouth. "I said get out of the car... Now."

"No! I don't want to!" Demyx still disobeyed his father and stayed planted in the seat. He licked his weakness spot, right under his jawbone, and lightly tugged on Demyx's slim waist, sliding him off of the seat uncomfortably. Demyx's easily hardened erection rubbed against his skin-tight pants, which made him want to go inside, rather than that. "Okay, okay! … I'm out, Dad!" Demyx got out of the car and auto-locked all of the doors. "I hate it when you do that; it makes me feel like a bitch." he said, never looking up from his phone. He tried to awkwardly shift himself while they walked into the building. He managed to hold back the pressure urging to burst from his body. 'Goddamn; I hate him for doing that to me. It makes me feel like I can't do anything, by myself... Like I'm so dependent and easily manipulated: because I am.' Droplets of something wet made colorful specs on his screen and it wasn't him. He wiped them off while looking into the dark, cloudy sky. 'Looks like it might rain...' They walked silently together into the building. After they found Xemnas sitting next to Xigbar, Saix waved while Demyx just looked back down at his cell phone. He still followed his father and sat on the inside of the booth as Xigbar had done.

"Saix, is this your son?" Xigbar asked casually. He was dressed in nicest clothes and his hair was down (that's a first...). He was a pretty decent guy, but Demyx refused to act right.

"Yeah, but he's upset because of earlier." said Demyx's father. The waitress approached the end of the table and politely asked what they wanted to drink. "I'll have a couple of b-"

"Blueberry and I will have two sweet teas." Xemnas shifted his eyes towards the youngest man with his head on the table. "Xigbar?"

"Can I get a strawberry-kiwi margarita please?" asked the FreeShooter. All the time he was there, his face held a soft smile.

The waitress smiled and continued to say, "Okay! What will the young gentleman have?"

"Umm... What do you have for him?"

"Well, we have the Shirley Temple."

"What is that?" he asked concerned as he had not yet heard of it until now.

"It's a virgin drink. It's just a sprite with cherries. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that'll be all."

"Okay, your drinks will be ready in a few minutes!"

The three sat in their seats conversing like adults should, unlike Demyx. He still had his head down on the table thinking negative things. When their drinks arrived, they each took their own. Saix set Demyx's next to him for when he decided to 'wake up'.

Saix motioned with his hand to tell Xemnas to lean forward. "Tell Demyx that you'll give him a treat if he behaves after we switch places."

Xemnas followed his husband's orders and sat next to Demyx. He lightly shook Demyx's back and pulled out one of his earplugs. The other one fell out and as soon as that happened, his head shot up, and he stretched. "Demyx, I'll give you something if you behave yourself."

"Really? You're not just saying that are you?"

"Well... Xigbar might let you do something with him."

"...Okay, fine!" He took a deep breath and drank his Shirley Temple.

Saix was telling Xigbar to introduce himself first. He went with Xemnas' word and believed that they did have some things in common. Then, both of the oldest of the four men sat at the bar.

"Um... Do you have any Advil? Ugh, I have a killer headache."

"Yeah, sure." Xigbar pulled out a capsule and dumped a couple if pale-red pills into his hand. They were then passed on to the other boy's. "So, Demyx. Why are you upset?" 'I guess I should've started with something like that.'

He woke up a little more and ready to vent his feelings. "Well, my dad gave me some rules and I like all of them except for the curfew!"

"What is it?" Xigbar was actually very interested in their conversation. 'I might just do something with him even if I don't have to. He is pretty cute…'

"I have to be in the bed by 8:30-"

"What the hell?- I'm sorry, but why would he make you go to bed so early? I was such a good kid that my mom never gave me a curfew. And how old are you?"

Demyx had already drunk most of his drink and knew how to answer Xigbar's question without saying a word. He pushed his cup aside and took the one in front of him. He drank half of what was left and gave it back. *hiccup* Demyx laughed and smiled at his friend. He held up both his hands, and then put them down. Another hand was put up, along with two single fingers.

"Seventeen?" Demyx nodded. "Oh, I see now... And I'm twenty-four"

Demyx looked surprised, asking, "Really? You don't look like it... *hiccup* You look older because of parts of your hair being gray, but no offense. I hope none was taken?"

"I am, really! And no, the only offense I take is when someone doesn't like me. But I can tell that you do like me." He smiled and chuckled, while looking into Demyx's ocean eyes.

Demyx's face was flushed so red, he could pass as a stop sign. "*hiccup* Oh, gosh, just stop it!"

"Well it's your fault for being so cute!"

Demyx's face was flushed pink, and he grinned. He showed his teeth, which he usually didn't do. Starting with another category, Demyx began to talk "I have the worst case of 'Humor-itis'."

"I do, too. But I'll prove it to you."

"Okay, say something; anything!"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Um, a chicken cheese quesadilla, why?"

He hesitated before making up something that will make him bust a gut no matter what. Xigbar tried to keep a straight face to say, "... Quesadilla Margarita!" They both laughed so hard, tears came flowing from the corners of their eyes, and they and to stop to catch their breath.

"Hahaha! Oh, my god, Xig that was so funny..."

"Yeah... So what else can you do?"

"Haha, It's not about what I can do, but what *hiccup* I can't do." Demyx told him all the rules he needed to follow. Most of the time when he talked to someone, it ended up being something totally different after about ten minutes.

"When do you plan to move out?"

"I think I'll start right after CRCT of 12th grade. I want to go to college, but I don't know which one to go to. *hiccup* Do you know any good ones?"

"I went to Clayton State University. My mom always told me that only the smartest people can graduate. I believed her, and I tried my best."

"Was it fun? What'd you do? Did you graduate?" Demyx was so curious to find out how he could get into college. He couldn't help but to ask so many questions.

Xigbar told his story and asked, "What are your strongest subjects?"

"Math and Science. I like Language Arts because I like to write what I want to. I do like Grammar, but I don't like Reading Comprehension. I hate Social Studies! I can't stand it! I just can't remember all those dates and names... Are you getting tired of me talking?"

"No, of course not. Why would I be?" The shooter made a smile so sweet that it made them both feel like everything was... right.

The young, blonde boy blushed and didn't try to hide it. "So... What are your other interests?"

"I love art! There is something about it that makes me come to life... like you do."

"Hehe, thank you... I like art too. All kinds: traditional, digital, sculptures, canvas, watercolor, abstract... I actually have done quite a few colorings on the computer. Sometimes I draw in pen. I have to switch them to my laptop, and then I color it on this program called PaintTool SAI- Sorry I'm talking so much…" Demyx leaned back a little in embarrassment, still smiling.

"That's okay. As long you're talking, I'm okay. What else do you like?"

"I am obsessed with music."

"I listen to all kinds, but probability not as much as you. My favorite genres are hip hop, rock and pop. I'm really picky on what hip hop music I do listen to because some of it is nasty..."

"Wow, I can't stand rap, hip hop, R&B, soul, gospel, things like that... They... just don't interest me... I'm sorry…"

"It's fine… So, what else do you want to talk about?"

"...Movies? Oh, there's this new movie called 'Unstoppable' and I really wanna see it! I've seen 'Avatar', 'Alvin and the Chipmunks 2', and 'Ponyo', Those are my favorite ones."

"I have On Demand at home, so I watch any new movies that catch my 'eye'..."

"Ha, that's funny." He reached into Xigbar's glass and picked up the kiwi. "I still have that fruity taste in my mouth..." Demyx ate the fruit and started on a completely different subject. "How'd you get that scar on your cheek?" he said, tracing the other's scar with one delicate finger.

"I always forget! Hold on, I have this, rhyme thing to help me remember... Uh... When he's on, When I'm... on you- When time owns two- No, that's not right. Dammit..."

He was beginning to get hard again, as he was reminded of he and his father by the words. "Um... Are you sure you remember? I think you should know that I think like a pervert..."

"Like a what?" Xigbar asked. He knew exactly what he was talking about, but wanted to know if Demyx was an educated child.

"A sleaze? They're almost the same thing, but we pervs aren't rude and-"

"Haha! Demyx, I know what a pervert is! But I only think like that when I'm drunk. When I look at your face, I see an easily manipulated, sexy, punk kid. When I look into your eyes, I see a brilliant, sweet, cute, sensible guy." He kept on smiling and Demyx kept blushing.

"Whenever I get nervous, I fidget with my fingers or with something in my hand. Heh... I blush a lot too, but you knew that." he smiled, moving some of his hair behind his ear. Demyx was full from his drink, but still wanted something to eat. He'd realized that he drank a lot of fluids. and now he had to pee. "Um, Xigbar, if the waiter comes, tell her what I want, okay?"

"You got it..." As soon as he was gone, he leaned back, sighed, and said, "Wow, I think this will be the start of my life."

Demyx had grabbed his eyeliner from his checkered bag and was already on his way to the restroom. "Oh, my god..." He went to the last stall and unzipped his pants. He pumped himself over the toilet. "Ha, ah... Goddamn you, Saix!" He cleaned up and rinsed his face off. Demyx double checked himself to make sure he was clean. He was re-applying his makeup, when he noticed there was someone else in the restroom.

"Hey, cutie. Wanna do something tonight?" said some random person in the bathroom.

"Ew! I'm on a goddamn date! Fuck off..." he said harshly and left the bathroom. When he was walking back to the table, he could see the waitress placing two plates and a clear and red cup on the table. Demyx almost sat down, when Xigbar called his name. When Demyx was close enough, Xigbar hooked his finger on a belt loop on the left side of Demyx's pants. He was slowly pulled down to the seat next to his best friend. Was he replacing Zexion? Absolutely. Demyx still liked Zexion and always had, but never in the way he loves Xigbar. He gladly sat awfully close to Xigbar. "There was some ugly guy in the bathroom who asked me if I wanted to do something with him." He stretched his legs to the other side of the booth in the seat. "I told him I was on a date... Was that okay?" He pulled his plate of quesadilla from the other side of the table and started to eat.

"Yeah, totally. Hey! You know what? I think I remember seeing 'Unstoppable' on my list of On Demand movies!" Surprised, he was, but sure enough to have a plan to take him home.

"Really? Can we watch it tonight? Pretty please?" The blonde begged him if he would let him go to his house. It was only to watch a movie, right? Of course, he didn't have to beg or make a puppy dog face; that only made him look cuter than he was. Xigbar didn't think that possible but was proved wrong.

"Yeah. I would, but you might need to ask your dad first. It's 10:30." he warned.

"Okay!" He hopped up and ran to his dad from behind. Demyx rested his arms over Saix's chest and pulled him into a hug. "Dad, can I please, pretty please go to Xigbar's house to see a movie?"

"Well, I can see that he cheered you up. Before I answer that, I wanted to tell you that your curfew is still 8:30, but! … It only applies to school nights, and if it's not a school night period..." He turned around and whispered in Demyx's ear, a secret time.

The (not really) dumb blonde blurts it in Xigbar's face. He slides back into the seat and hugs his older friend around his neck. "I can't wait to see the movie!"

"That's great!" He embraced his younger lover like nothing else in his life. He let the side of his head rest on the cold chains hanging from Demyx's shirt. "Demy?"

"Yes, Xiggy?" He stroked his black and silver hair. 'I love his hair... Unlike mine, his is so soft and natural...'

"I've fallen in love with you..." Xigbar made sure that he said this clearly and that Demyx understood him.

He sat on his knees in the booth and pulled Xigbar's face to look at his. Demyx held a serious expression in his eyes. "Really? You love me?"

"Yes, I do, Demyx. I love everything about you. You would be the best thing to come into my life."

Tears were welling on the teen's bottom eyelids and he hugged the one in front of him. "I love you, too!"

"Oh, no, please don't cry..." Xigbar grabbed a napkin and wiped away the teen boy's tears and makeup as Demyx looked at him, smiling and sniffling. "I think I'd like to help you in the situation you're in. I will enjoy being with you. I really have been lonely since my sister moved out a couple of years ago..."

"Okay... I'm so glad that I've found somebody who loves me for who I am and wants to be with me..." Demyx wiped his face and tried to stop being so sentimental around him. "When will we leave?"

"... Whenever you're ready, honey." He smiled more than he had the entire night. He slipped his eyes shut and slowly pulled his partner into a very light kiss.

It was so delicate, that Demyx did not want to break it. So full of love, that he did not want to lose it. And Demyx trusted him, because Xigbar was the one to be trusted. The younger of the two decided to pull away a bit and sit down in his chair the correct way. 'Wow! That was so great...' "We could go now, I guess. I'll go ask my dad if we can leave before he does." He went over, politely asked him, and his dad said yes. "He said he doesn't care, but he need's to see you first." Demyx grabbed his phone and bag and waited at the table. 'I just noticed that I haven't touched my phone since I put it down...'

"What do you want now, Saix?"

"Open your hand." As soon as the younger of the two stuck his hand out, a condom was placed in it.

He blushed, asking, "And what am I supposed to do with this?" He tilted his head while staring the older down with an angered look. Saix just glared back. "Okay, fine! I'll take the stupid condom! And you are such an asshole for giving it to me, but I'll tell you this, now. I am NOT, going to use this on him tonight!" Saix snickered because of what he said and how he thought. "And you" He turned his back and put the condom in his front right pocket. As he went back to the table, he gently escorted his lover to the back door; the exit. As soon as they stepped outside, into the snow, Demyx gasped at all the white heaven he saw before him. Xigbar, being the adult, watched him peacefully as he played in the parking lot.

"Oh, my god!" he laughed out. "I can't believe it's snowing!" Despite the fact that he didn't have a jacket, he danced in the snow, occasionally flinging water around. He noticed that his water froze up when it hit the ground. "Ooh..."

"Did you say something?" he asked. 'I thought I heard him say 'poo'! Haha, poo...'

"Look! Come look!"

Nearly tripping, his older friend walked over the hard snow.

Demyx knelt down and built what seemed to be a delicate crown. Slowly, he picked it up and placed it on his head. "How do I look?" His teeth were glowing from the moonlight and his light freckles were more visible. He held his hands out on either side of his shoulders as if posing a question like a girl.

"You look hot, which, I guess, could be possible in such weather… Anyways, it's awesome! Do you mind making me one?"

"Not at all!" Xigbar's crown was so intricate, it sparkled green and blue from the lights of the building beside them. Demyx giggled, and then said, "You're my king." He hugged Xigbar and closed his eyes, while still smiling. 'He feels warm...'

"And you're my queen-"

"Hey! I've been called many things before, but never a queen. I don't think it suits me..."

"Okay! Don't wear the crown..." He knocked the crown from the blonde's head which shattered into tiny diamonds and spread across the hard snow. He took a step back and pulled a ring of soft snow from the ground. It was spinning rapidly so its shape could form properly. All the while Demyx was looking down with his hands behind his back; he was upset about the crown. When it was finished, he let it levitate over Demyx's head. He brought up more of the white sleet and put them in the sort of form of a pair of wings (sort of like air wings; they weren't thick, like the pieces weren't touching.) behind his friend. Xigbar lightly kissed his right cheek and said, "You're right. You're my angel."

Demyx looked up and asked, "Forever?"

"Forever and always."

This time Demyx took the lead and started to kiss his 'king' really hard. They locked lips and swished tongues for awhile until the both of them needed air. Demyx giggled again, saying, "Shouldn't we be going to your house, now?"

"Oh, yeah... Come on." He blushed and acted a little nervous as the other had acted when they'd first met.

Demyx grabbed his bag from the bench next to the door. As he bent down, he caught a glimpse of his dad and his husband kissing heavily through the glass door. 'Ew, they are so gross!' He knocked on the glass door to get their attention. Both of the grown-ups looked at Demyx bent over in the window. He waved and said a silent 'Hey' and stuck his tongue out.

Saix, seeing he couldn't do much of anything now, stuck his tongue back at his son. Xigbar led him to his car and as soon as they got on the highway, Demyx started talking again. "How was you're sister?"

"Mean, cruel, nasty, disturbing, uncanny, presumptuous, basically a pain in the ass. Ooh and a bitch..." He scrunched up his face, because all of those things were true.

"Wow, strong words... anything else?"

"A pus-filled blister on a fat monkey butt." Demyx didn't say anything. "I'm done."

"So... I'm guessing you didn't like each other?"

"Nope; everybody always said we're the same! We're nothing alike; we don't even look alike! She's a blonde."

"Ooh! Me, too." Demyx laughed and commented on his own statement. "But I'm not one of the mean blondes like her... What's her name?"

"You really wanna know?" Demyx nodded, so the driver said, "Larxene." It was all he needed to say.

'Who is she? Larxene, Lar-' Demyx gasped in amazement, saying, "I know her!"

"What-?"

"I know your sister! She used to bully me in third grade!"

"No doubt, 'cause she used to slap me and all of her forced boyfriends in third grade."

In a duo tone, they said, "Small world. Jinx! Damn!" Demyx continued to laugh and learned to be more comfortable around the shooter. 'I could get used to this.'