Chapter Three
He was moving. Zexion groaned slightly and shifted in the person's arms. The familiar smell of cologne and smoke hit his nose. "Axel?"
"No sorry, it's the one person you'd rather not see." Demyx spoke softly. This wasn't the first time he had to carry his Zexy home drunk. "I accidentally grabbed one of Axel's coats though on the way out." He wrinkled his nose not happy. "I smell like a cigarette factory."
Zexion curled into Demyx's chest with a low groan. "I don't feel good."
"A bottle of gin might do that to a person." Demyx rolled his eyes. This was so bothersome sometimes. Why did Zexion have to go and ruin such a good dream? "Man, I was really enjoying my dream, Zexy. Why did you have to go and get drunk? You could have at least made it home for me."
Zexion felt tears slip down his cheeks again; even if his eyes were closed he couldn't help but to cry. "I missed you."
Demyx paused in his stride. They were both thoroughly soaked by now, but he didn't understand. "You're drunk, Zexion. You don't know what you're saying." Demyx's voice was soft, a small smile on his lips.
Zexion opened his eyes slightly and looked up at the boy. He was well aware they had stopped walking and the water was annoying. "I'm really, really drunk, Dem. Can we go home?" His voice had a bit of a whine in it.
Demyx nodded slightly and began walking again. "Yea sorry."
Zexion's hand reached up slightly to caress the younger male's cheek. He was warm despite the cold water running down his cheeks. He always seemed to be warm even when they were kids. Demyx shivered under the touch and shifted Zexion in his arms, so the male dropped his hand suddenly.
"You're drunk Zexion, don't do anything you might regret."
He wished his friend would harden his gaze or snap at him. Something he would have done when they were kids. Zexion let out a low giggle before pressing his cheek to Demyx's chest. "If you don't remember it you can't regret it."
"On the contrary I believe you can."
The rest of the walk was silenced as Zexion dozed off against Demyx's chest. The blonde haired male sighing as he reached the apaprtment. He'd only gotten lost twice, and both times he tried to wake Zexion unsuccessfully. Cold, drenched, and upset he fumbled in Zexion's pockets before finally finding the keys. Only to find that the damn door was unlocked. Groaning he shoved the door open and plopped Zexion in his bed, shoes, coat, and all.
"You're exhausting even when you refuse to talk to me." Demyx groaned with a slight smirk. He couldn't help it, Zexion was adorable. His hair fell away from his eye, his pale skin easy to see in the moonlight. Demyx caught himself staring at the older male, licking his lips he turned and left the room fighting back a small blush.
He opened the front door as a bolt of lightning flashed through the sky. "Hell no." He slammed the door shut and grabbed his phone to call Axel. The red head didn't answer, probably sleeping again. "Zexion is home, I'm staying."
Closing it he sighed and took off his overly drenched coat and shirt. He'd leave his pants on being that this wasn't his house. He collapsed on the couch, grabbed the cushion, and his eyes fluttered closed instantly. This was the most work he has done his entire life and now he knew why he avoided it; work was exhausting!
A pounding headache and the feeling of throwing up woke Zexion hours later. Racing to the bathroom he didn't even notice Demyx on his couch. He wretched in the toilet groaning and clutching his stomach. How much had he drunk last night? How the hell did he get home? Zexion wracked his memory for anything but all he got was the smell of smoke. Did…did Axel pick him up from wherever he had gone?
Sitting on the cool tiled floor for a moment longer Zexion shivered before flushing and rinsing his mouth out. As he turned Demyx fluttered into his field of vision and the silverlet froze. No, hell no, he had not. The long haired other was half naked asleep on his couch. Zexion scowled but the motion made his head hurt, so he wiped the frown away and moved over to the couch.
Flicking Demyx in the forehead like he had as children he let out a low growl. "Hey, why are you on my couch?"
Demyx let out a small whine as he turned his head ignoring the question. "Zexy! Five more minutes okay, just five."
Some memories ran through Zexion's head making him pause. He missed their friendship, very much so. Something ran through his head from last night making him blush and growl, 'I miss you.'
Why would he say something to Demyx like that after all the hell he'd been through because of him? At the silence Demyx made himself look up at the other blinking slowly in the light. How was it that Zexion had been the one drinking and Demyx was the one that looked hung over?
As if remembering he sat up quickly and grabbed Zexion's wrist, "Hey! You're awake, how are you feeling?"
Fantastic. Zexion frowned at the question. He jerked out of Demyx's grasp and shook his head wincing. Bad move. "I feel like someone hit me with a boulder….repeatedly." His voice held little emotion, but Demyx knew he deserved that.
"Axel got the call last night, but he looked pretty pissed so I came instead. Plus, he'd been up all night with that waiter from the restaurant."
Zexion was in too much pain to care about Axel's sex adventures last night. He nodded slowly and his eyes flickered closed against the throbbing of his head. Demyx jumped up and headed for the kitchen, "Let me get you some Advil or something."
Zexion highly doubted Demyx would be able to find anything. He'd only been here a few hours after all. "It's in the…" He trailed off as Demyx returned with a glass of water and two little pills.
"It's in the same spot your mom used to keep it." He smiled brightly. "Here."
Was Zexion that predictable really? He kept the confusion from his face before reaching out and taking the offered supplies. It really would make him feel better and he couldn't afford to sit in bed all day. He was going to have a lot of make-up work to do. He downed the pills and the glass of water before sitting on his couch with a groan.
Demyx stood unsurely before taking the cup and joining his once best friend on the couch. He sat there silently for a moment before speaking up, "Zexion, can I please talk to you? This….it's really important that I tell you my side."
Zexion growled in annoyance. "This is not the time." He stopped talking and opened his eyes, "You called me Zexion." It was odd hearing his full name on the musician's lips.
Demyx shrugged. "I thought you said you would hurt the person who called you Zexy again. I didn't think I should push my luck." He was smarter then he looked. "You've been ignoring me and I deserve it, but please let me talk now."
His pleading brought back one last memory. The one that Zexion had tried so hard to forget, the reason he had never dated. Demyx was his.
"You're drunk get off of me." Zexion growled pushing Demyx to the floor. He was seventeen and Demyx was thirteen.
Demyx had gotten into his father's stash of alcohol and then called Zexion to come over. His cheeks were tainted red, his movement was horrible, and he could barely talk. If Zexion hadn't known the kid he wouldn't have a word of what he was saying. The blonde giggled as he fell on his ass and leaned back, missing his hand, and crashing to the floor still laughing.
"Demyx, you do realize you have school tomorrow, right?" Zexion asked curiously. His eyebrow rose slightly as he watched. "It's only Monday." It was odd for Demyx to be drunk so early in the week. Most of the time he had enough sense to wait until Friday. "Are you feeling alright?"
Demyx nodded and put a finger to his lips, "I know! I feel fantastic!" His words came out jumbled and slurred all together.
Zexion rolled his eyes and bent down to help the other stand. "Let's get you to bed."
Demyx grabbed the extended hand, but instead of standing he pulled Zexion down to his level. The silverlet let out a small groan of annoyance as he righted himself. One hand on either side of Demyx's head, the kid was wasted. He didn't have the time for this!
"I like you, Zexy."
The words came out quick, nervously. The pale boy stopped to stare. Where the hell did that come from? "I like you too." Maybe he was just meaning platonically, Demyx wasn't gay was he? "Now can we go to bed?"
Demyx latched his arms around Zexion's neck and giggled. Zexion could smell the alcohol wafting off Demyx's breath. They weren't far apart but it was still bitter. Attempting to stand Zexion groaned when he realized his thirteen year old Demyx was almost as tall as he was. He wasn't strong enough to lift him dead weight like this.
"You have to help me!" He growled in frustration. "I can't just lift you like I could when you were six!" The drunken teen managed another giggle before finding his feet and letting Zexion guide him to his bed. Zexion sighed in relief as he pulled the blanket over his Demyx and glaring. "Now go to sleep."
"Don't I get a good night kiss?" Demyx asked popping his head back up as Zexion attempted to escape the room. He sounded like a four year old.
"No."
The blonde frowned and made a move to crawl from the bed, "But…but you said you liked me!" The desperation in his voice made Zexion stop moving to the door. "Did you lie to me, Zexy?"
He looked back, his bangs barely covering his eye at this point. They weren't that long yet. "I like you like a friend, Demyx. I'm not going to take advantage of a drunk thirteen year old, that's illegal."
"You're always so tight. Let loose once in a while." Says the one who couldn't even stand anymore.
Zexion chewed on his lip and crossed the room in three steps. He held a finger to Demyx's face. "One, one kiss and you go to bed."
"On the lips!" Demyx yelled ecstatically.
"No, on the cheek." If he could keep it simple and leave then this night would be over. Demyx grinned and nodded in agreement. Zexion should have known it wouldn't be that easy though, but he didn't think about it.
He leaned down and made to kiss the blonde's cheek, but at the last second the musician turned his head and their lips met. Zexion made to pull back startled, but Demyx's arms were around his neck and he felt his cheeks catch fire. The inexperienced thirteen year old was sloppy, from being drunk, but he managed to make Zexion's heart skip a beat regardless.
Zexion found himself leaning forward, into the kiss tasting the alcohol on Demyx's lips. He was thirteen, what was he doing? The thought didn't register right around and Demyx found a way to get his hand up Zeixon's jacket and shirt. The skin on skin contact made Zexion's breath catch in his throat. Since when had he gotten feelings for his younger, best friend? When had he agreed to something like this?
The blonde haired boy ran his tongue along Zexion's bottom lip making the silver haired other groan slightly. Demyx took his chance and slipped his tongue inside the other's mouth exploring the hot cavern. It had gone too far.
Zexion jerked back in shock and shook his head taking off from the room. "Pick ya up tomorrow, Dem." He called half heartedly. If he had stuck around he would have noticed a very confused, very depressed thirteen year old behind him.
Zexion was pulled from his thoughts when Demyx poked his shoulder. "You're not even listening are you?"
Zexion fixed Demyx in his sights with his pale, blue eye. The other one shrouded once again by his bangs. "Do you remember what happened the night you called me drunk? You were thirteen."
Demyx bit his lip and closed his eyes to remember. "I think so…." He tried to think in the silence but man that was ages ago. "Was that the night I kissed you?"
Zexion's gaze darkened, "Indeed."
Demyx nodded and looked at Zexion with a smile. It was lost when he saw the look of death he was receiving. If looks could kill he wouldn't be there to tell the tale. "Are….are you mad at me for kissing you?"
Zexion clenched his fists and jerked away from Demyx's touch. "I'm mad that you told everyone I was trying to fuck you! You came onto me and I didn't do anything! I stopped your advances and you had the town believing I was a piece of shit, child molester!"
"No wait! That's what I came to explain!"
Zexion frowned in frustration before shaking his head and beckoning to the door. "Just leave me alone! I told you I don't want your damn excuses!"
Demyx moved forward and captured Zexion's lips with his trying to shut him up. Bad move, very bad move. The silver haired male jerked back and punched Demyx as hard as he could in the stomach. The musician recoiled with a lazy smile.
"Don't be like that; let me talk before you condemn me to hell." He wasn't getting it was he?
Zexion blew out a frustrated sigh and moved to his bedroom, "Get the hell out of here Demyx. I don't want to talk, and I sure as hell won't be used for your pleasure."
Demyx began to pout but he got a pillow in the face and a slammed door. Great, he'd really messed up this time hadn't he? Sighing he stood and threw his shirt back on and Axel's coat. "See ya around." He muttered lightly.
That one knew how to hold a grudge.
Zexion caught up on all of his work and ignored his friends for days. Larxene threatened to break his door down twice, Axel threatened to sleep with Demyx, even Marluxia tried to get him to emerge from his home. He managed to sit them out the entire weekend, but on Monday he was screwed. All three of them were on his doorstep waiting for him to leave.
"Come on Zexy, Demyx isn't with us! We came to take you to school; we won't even mention his name!" Axel whined from the doorway. He knew better then to trust Axel's words.
Zexion grabbed his iPod and headed for the door. Opening it his friends went silent as he shot them dark glares. Axel crossed his arms angrily. "You called me, passed out on me, and I don't get to ask how you've been?"
"No."
End of conversation. Larxene sighed and headed for her car. "Whatever let's just go. At least we know he's alive."
She knew her friend well enough to know he wasn't going to share unless he wanted to. The entire car ride was filled with Axel's questions and jokes. Eventually Marluxia got him to talk about Roxas making Zexion flinch. He wasn't sure what he preferred in this situation; the talk about Demyx or the one about his new boyfriend.
As they arrived on school grounds Zexion was quick to find Demyx. The other glanced up as Axel hollered a hello, but upon seeing Zexion he nodded briskly and walked the other way. Had he finally gotten the hint and left him alone? Zexion couldn't help but have mixed feelings about Demyx backing off. It was nice yet sad? Why was he sad?
The stubborn male headed for class ignoring the looks from his three friends. Wouldn't they just leave him alone already? Demyx was in his first class, but he didn't make eye contact nor did he ask questions. He focused on the teacher, well not really. He slept through the class like he would if it were high school. How was he passing? There was no way he was not failing any of his classes.
"Demyx!" A voice rang through the class making the blonde look up lazily. The teacher, why would he sit near the front and try to sleep? "Will you give us the answer to number three?"
"This is an English class there is no number three." Demyx growled softly. "You were talking about comma use and paragraph re-phrasing. I don't have an answer because there was no question to answer." His voice was seething with disinterest. Zexion raised an eyebrow slightly; he had never seen this side of the male.
"Keep your eyes open in my class, sir." The teacher appeared more embarrassed then the culprit. Zexion couldn't help but be a little intrigued. Had Demyx dared to grow up a little?