A/N This one is for all you Demyx lovers! :) Huge thanks to my beta: cherrybomb10295 who encouraged me when I didn't know what to do with certain information, and who gave me the idea to write this little scene.
This is sort of like a quick passage that'll make the transfer from Demyx' story to Sora's a little less confusing. Like an update in their lives, until the story continues :) Sora and Riku are next, I've been working on their story non stop since the entire day, today. I will probably upload that part by the end of the week :)
Although much shorter then my usual chapters, please read, review and enjoy!
Disclaimer: No ownage :O
Demyx.
Today was our three month anniversary with Zexion. I never thought I would be celebrating any anniversaries at all, but turns out, I really liked that shit. So did Zexion, even though he swore he didn't. I could see the glimmer in his eye when I mentioned what I had planned for us that particular date. I was also pretty certain he didn't mind receiving gifts.
My routine wasn't changed much, I still got up to wake my brothers and get my ass to work. I still worked the same two shifts. My ten minute coffee break was a lot more interesting now, since Zexion actually talked back. Although he still had issues with being the center point of attention, he told me honestly that I relaxed him when I was around. And it was true, he smiled at the customers when he got them their order ready, while he chatted with me on the side.
He made me dinner, which he then brought over at the start of my night shift, every night. He ate with me at the hospital, and after a while Zexion had suggested we invite Larxene. Larxene and I had started to drift apart a little in the first weeks I had gotten together with my man. She understood though. But Zexion, although shy and uncomfortable at first, wanted to meet Larxene properly. Without any anger directed at him involved.
Pulling mean jokes on Zexion simply wasn't an option. Larxene had played the hard, stone cold bitch on him the moment she'd set foot on the hospital's third floor. It had just to put him on edge, she hadn't actually been angry at him anymore. Unfortunately, Zexion on edge equalled to panic attack. I'd never been so scared in my live. The fact that Larxene had been on the borders of tears because she'd felt so bad about causing this reaction, had mellowed me a little... I hadn't been too angry at her, she couldn't have known. At least, I had agreed to that only when Zexion had pointed it out. He hadn't been angry at her.
I never slept a night without him. Either we slept at his place or at mine. We tended to flip back and forth between each place day by day. That way my brothers could still see I was alive.
Zexion had also convinced me to start the training program at the hospital to become an official nurse. The title made me wrinkle my nose a little, but the pay was so much better then what I earned now. I'd be able to drop the night shift I was working now, which I'd have to have dropped anyway when Valentine got back. And I would even be able to have a day off again.
I hadn't done this before because I couldn't afford the time spend on the training program. Now I technically already had a day off again, and I used that day to train the nurse's program. It did mean a cut in my paycheck. Which is why I hadn't tried the program before. Zexion had told me to do it, and when I'd explained my reasoning, he'd told me he'd chip in the money lost because of that day off spend training.
That had been our first fight.
I absolutely did not want to take his money. Until he told me his father was very very very very rich, and that if I really felt the need too, I could always pay him back once I started my job as an official nurse. I managed to ignore Zexion for about a day, skipping the ten minute coffee break. I'd warned him that I was going to ignore him so he knew I was mad at him for a reason and that he didn't need to worry about my not showing up.
He'd thanked me for informing him that I was going to pout at him from afar until further notice.
When I'd been sitting at the table on the third floor, doing my night shift, I'd felt tired. I had been feeling tired since a while. These hours were simply to heavy on me. If Roxas and Sora had dropped out of high school, it was so they could pick up jobs themselves, making it lighter on me.
I'd gone to Zexion's place after my shift, telling him that I was sorry for acting like a baby and accepted his offer so I could juggle in the nurse's training.
I had about three more months to go, and then I would be an official nurse. Doc was rather proud of the process, and Zexion made sure to show me how much he loved me for doing the effort despite being uncomfortable taking money from him. My brothers had been extremely happy about the near promotion as well.
Right now though, I was done with my training for the day. I was in my kitchen, preparing a delicious dish for my boyfriend. I didn't cook often, and I didn't really enjoy it either. But apparently I was pretty good at it, and Zexion would appreciate the thought and effort put into it. Zex was currently on the phone with Roxas. He'd become increasingly less shy and awkward around the two.
"No Roxas. No. No you can't come home. I don't care where you go. Stay over at Kairi and Namine's. Bring the other terror with you." Zexion's voice was clipped, but not in a mean fashion. He just wanted to make clear the two needed to stay the hell away from the house tonight. Tonight was our anniversary.
"My apartment is really small," moment of silence as Roxas probably cut in, "Roxas!" I grinned at the shout, knowing exactly what the blond might have said. The blush on Zexion's cheeks told me it was something along the lines of 'You don't need more then a couch for what you guys have planned.'
"The reason as to why we are celebrating here instead of my apartment is because you guys actually have a kitchen. I don't." He didn't. He cooked his meals in the coffee house's kitchen below his apartment. His father could have certainly found him a bigger apartment, but Zexion not only wanted to move forward in his social skills, but also pay everything himself with the wages he received from the coffee house's job.
I took the two plates I had put pieces of home made lasagna on, on the table, then snatched the phone from Zexion.
"Roxas. Listen up. If you don't enter the house until tomorrow morning, I'll drive you down to the train station for the rest of this week." I waited patiently for the blond to mull over the deal.
"Deal." I smiled in triumph down at Zexion, who rolled his eyes, snatching the phone back and flipping it closed so the call was ended.
"I really wish you would stop using bribery. They'll never stop being pains in the asses if you keep giving them something good in return for doing something they should be doing without actually being rewarded for it. I really don't think it wise-" Grabbing onto his chin, I bent down at the waist to place my lips over his, effectively cutting of his speech.
His hands slid over my chest, fingers knotting their way into my hair at the back of my neck so he could pull me closer. I didn't comply, instead I pulled him up on his feet, pulling his body flush against my own. Slipping my tongue out, I pushed his lips apart, seeking out his. I kissed him lazily, and I grinned against his mouth when he let out an impatient noise.
His hands closing over my wrists, he broke the kiss off and tugged me along with him out of the kitchen.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, slightly amused.
"To your bedroom." Zexion muttered, leaning forward from the step higher then mine to kiss my jaw.
"What about my lasagna?" I asked, trying my hardest to not be affected by his touch.
"Forget the food." He murmured, taking my earlobe between his teeth. I huffed as indignantly as I could muster.
"That's not very nice..." We reached the top of the stairs, my eyes closing as his hands slid underneath my shirt.
"I want you..." He whispered. My eyes popped open in surprise, because I knew exactly what he meant by that.
Zexion's experience with sex before I had come along had not been... nice. He'd been with only one man before me, and the man had not been gentle. Since then, Zexion had refused to bottom. And rightfully so. I understood the experience may have caused him to be a little skittish. If he needed me to bottom for him forever, I would have done it gladly. Apparently I didn't have to.
Cupping his chin, I tilted his face upwards, nudging his nose with my own so he'd open his eyes. When he did, I asked, "Are you sure?" I took his bottom lip between mine, waiting patiently for him to reply. In answer to my question, he nodded.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, I pulled him off his feet. He let out a small noise of surprise, his arms quickly wrapping around my neck as his feet circled my waist. Grinning at him, I took the last two steps with him straight into my room. I closed the door, but didn't continue to the bed. Guiding his feet back to the ground, I pinned him against my door, attacking his neck with licks, nips and kisses. He moaned loudly at the sudden invasion, melting against me as my lips reached his nipple while my hand pulled his shirt upwards roughly. I let my other hand trail down his side, reaching the edge of his pants, right before he took my hand, making me stop.
Popping my head back up, I gave him a questioning look. He smiled a little, tugging on my mussed hair before he kissed the corner of my mouth.
"Fuck foreplay..." He whispered against my ear. I groaned loudly, complying by quickly pulling off my pants while he did the same.
Grabbing a hold of his shoulders, I spun him around so his back was facing me. Letting my palms rest on his chest, I kissed the back of his neck as I slowly guided our bodies towards my bed. Reaching our destination, I gently pushed Zexion forward, so he was leaning on his forearms, head hanging down as his forehead pressed softly against the mattress.
I placed a knee in between his legs, gently nudging them apart as I hovered my body inches from his, letting my lips kiss his jaw and cheek in a soothing gesture. He didn't seem frightened at all though, on the contrary, his lips were parted, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged, eyes filled with lust.
Continuing my reverent attention to the side of his neck, I let my hand trail softly over his spine, down his butt crack. He moaned as my fingertip reached his entrance in a teasing manner. He leaned over to the headboard, fumbling just a little as he tried to reach the lube bottle hidden beneath one of the pillows. Once he grabbed a hold of it, he tossed it my way, groaning loudly as I gently prodded him from behind without entering, all the while I bit softly into his shoulder.
Finger now slick, I pushed one finger inside, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from Zexion. He murmured for more after a moment, and I complied, giving him two. I staid still, letting him adjust until he pushed back onto my fingers, letting me know he was fine. Hooking an arm around his waist, I pulled him up on all fours, continuing to pleasure him from behind while I let my fingers wrap teasingly around his erection.
Although my erection was painfully throbbing and screaming for attention, my breathing was ragged and I moaned at the way Zexion reacted to my touch. When I heard him whimper my name, his head tilting to the side, I leaned down to give him a passionate kiss right before sitting back upright and removing my fingers. I didn't ask if he was certain, I knew he was. I didn't say anything at all really because nothing needed to be said.
I entered him slowly, making both myself and him groan loudly at the sensation. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I held onto his hips, staying still for a moment so I could appreciate the feeling of being inside of him. Zexion, impatient as ever, pulled away, then pushed back. Both moaning loudly, because we were always loud, I started setting a pace, receiving soft noises of appreciation from my, currently slick in sweat, boyfriend.
We kept that pace steadily, my hand matching up with the rhythm I was placing with my hips. After a moment, Zexion pushed himself up on his knees, wrapping his arms around my neck as he tilted his head sideways, asking me for a kiss. Leaning in, I captured his lips in a soft embrace, holding him against me tightly as I continued the pace from this angle.
We drove ourselves to the brink together, waiting patiently for each other to come together. It was slow, and passionate. It was sweet and sweaty. We had all the time in the world, and we took advantage of it. As we both came, whispering I love yous and moaning our each others names, I tugged him against my chest once we were spent. His head propped up beneath my chin, arms locked around one another, we caught our breathes in comfortable silence.
And then of course someone had to knock on my bedroom door to break the perfect atmosphere of my evening on our anniversary with my boyfriend.
"Are you done yet? You are loud!" Sora shouted, banging on the door several times before stomping over to his bedroom, probably.
Zexion was a bit stiff in my arms, and I rubbed his back soothingly.
"We forgot to call and inform Sora..." Zexion muttered the obvious.
"Or we can just place the blame on Roxas." I offered. Zexion nodded in what almost seemed to be a wise manner.