Long author's note is long: *headshot* I hate this chapter with a passion, if it's confusing, please tell me, it went through about 56789765 revisions and I'm still not happy with it. Sorry Pot. Oh, and yeah, I changed to OneiricDreamer, thought it fit better. Pardon if it caused an inconvenience.
I know that it gets confusing—Ned told me so. BUT! This all happens on the same day, except for Dem asking Lux for the day off. For some reason, I couldn't get the damn paragraphs to work with me.
I hate everyone.
Disclaimer: Maybe when I win the lottery. And yes, Albatross and Finch belongs to 6Teen. Can't help it that I think that parody is hilarious.
A month prior to that eventful night, Demyx and Zexion had officially become a couple. And what a long, beautiful, and wonderful month it was, according to Demyx. And so, for their very first monthaversary, he had begun to plan something very special for his sweetheart. Something he'd never ever forget.
It was October 5th, a day before that special monthaversary, and Demyx was working.
"Hey, Mr. Lux?" He tried to get his boss' attention.
The platinum blond man marking the deck of cards coughed, eyes never leaving his little assignment, "What would you like?"
Demyx twiddled his thumbs, "Is… it okay… ifItakethedayofftomorrow?" He mumbled quickly, terrified of his boss' reaction.
"What the hell are you saying?" Luxord wiped the sweat off his brow, finally making eye contact, "I can't understand you for all the munny in the world."
The younger man sighed inwardly, "Can I take the day off tomorrow?"
"…For what?"
"Well, me and m—my…boyfriend are celebrating our monthaversary… And it's a surprise! So…I just need some time. I mean I'll come and work the day after—"
"Don't' sweat it, Dem. Just go and make it the best day." Luxord laughed and went back to marking the cards of his deck. There was no way he was going to lose the next game.
The day went by slowly, only 5 people entering the store, and 3 of those actually purchased something. Soon enough, it was time to close shop. Luxord rushed Demyx along, assuring him that he would close up. Demyx thanked his boss, quickly grabbing his backpack and leaving.
Thank goodness Mr. Lux wasn't mad!
Demyx plugged in his earphones as he jumped onto the city bus with his backpack. Humming to Air Supply's 'Lost In Love', he paid the driver, giving her a thankful smile. The dirty blond walked towards the back of the bus and sat himself in the corner, blissfully singing along to his favourite band.
He just had to have the day off. Zexion didn't deserve only a special night, he deserved a whole day of pampering! A monthaversary wasn't something to be taken lightly, everything had to be perfect. Demyx's Zexion was a hard person to please.
Luxord didn't care either way, he actually like not having his employee pester and talk to him. On days Demyx had off, Luxord would hold his usual poker games, cock fights, and other tournaments in the storage room, in the back of the store. His parole officer never checked back there.
He owned The Record Store. It was the only one in the City, and even so, it wasn't the most popular place, easily handled by one person. Even if that one person was a former/current gambling addict.
The next day, the day of their monthaversary, and Axel's fateful night, Demyx made sure that he had the whole day to be with his lover, so he awakened early. Eight a.m., on the dot, Dawn to Demyx's eyes. Never in his life had he ever rose that early—not even when he attended school.
"The sun…" Demyx shielded his eyes, "It's up this early?" He yawned.
Axel spoke up from the small kitchen just outside of the bedroom, "No shit, Sherlock."
The dirty blond rolled himself out of bed and ran his callused fingers through his hair, "You can shove it, Ax. I've never been up this early." Demyx sniffed through the piles of dirty laundry strewn all across the floor, searching for something clean. He dressed himself in a shirt and jeans that seemed to be clean, mouthing a song.
He glanced out of the window, where the sun shone brilliantly and a cool breeze made the branches of the trees tremble. Demyx looked down upon the people rushing to their jobs, rushing to school rushing to their morning coffee breaks, all clad with light sweaters.
What a perfect cuddly day!
"Oh Axel," Demyx mused as he walked into the kitchen, "isn't this day just beautiful?"
His redheaded roommate groaned, "Shut the fuck up, I can't take happiness right now, I'm too goddamn tired." Axel sipped down his tea then massaged his temples, "Gods, I hate my job."
The happy-go-lucky blond bumped hips with Axel, "You'll be fine!" He assured his roommate, serving himself a bowl of the already-opened box of Lucky Charms and ate it quickly. Yummy.
Axel dumped the remaining of the tea down the sink, "Please, just shut up. I need to sleep. I work late tonight…" He left Demyx with his childish thoughts of love and happiness, obviously not in the mood for anything but his warm bed.
Before the redhead got to his bed, though, Demyx gave Axel a cheery goodbye, and much the tired man's dismay, a peck on the cheek. Axel's response was a swift kick to the almost balls (he hit Demyx on his inner thigh) and a long string of profanities.
It was only to wish him a nice day…
Demyx checked his hair in the mirror and played around with it, in attempt to fix the impossibly untidy hairdo. Then, smiling at his dirty blond mullet, he turned and gave a little pose. "Perfectly messy!"
As soon as he finished fixing himself up, he rushed out of the apartment, picking up his phone on the way to the door. He scrolled down the contacts list, calling one by the name of Hubby.
"Uhhmmgh…He…Hello?" Zexion said almost incoherently.
"Good morning, Zexy! Guess what today is!"
Zexion grumbled, "Not a day I get to sleep in…"
"It's our monthaversary, sweetums!" Demyx squealed dismissing his boyfriend's tone.
The slate-haired on the other lines fumbled around with his phone, "Excuse me, what?"
"It is our monthaversary!" Demyx didn't let his lover's mood deflate him one bit. Not today, Zexykins! No room for frowns!
"Right…"
Demyx's mood fell for a second, but rose back up again, "I'm coming over to cook you some breakfast, okeydokey?"
"It's too early to eat…" Zexion yawned.
His smile faltered, and he changed his approach, "Zexion? Please, baby? This is really important…" Demyx whimpered, knowing his boyfriend wouldn't be able to stay so goshdarn stubborn.
Zexion stammered, "Oh, don't be—Dem— you aren't sad right? Please say you aren't sad! Oka—I—Okay! Come over and make me breakfast..."
"Really, Zexy? Really?" Demyx grinned hugely, "Be there real quick!"
xxx
When Demyx hung up, Zexion instantly began to regret giving in to his boyfriend's obviously planned little pouts and whines, "Why don't I learn?" He asked himself.
And then he took a look towards the shelf above his fireplace, Zexion's eyes gazing at the picture of himself and Demyx in the snow.
The dirty blond's face was pink and flushed with snowflakes caught in his messy hair. He looked as if he was freezing, even though he was bundled up to the point where seeing his face was a miracle. Demyx wore a newly made black scarf, lying loosely around his neck, his body was wrapped in a light blue jacket that Zexion had given him, along with matching earmuffs to keep him warm. Demyx's arms were around his boyfriend's shoulders, much to Zexion's humiliation. The slate haired man was blushing fiercely, looking up to his lover's face in embarrassment and affection, only Demyx could make him react like that.
Oh, that's why.
It certainly wasn't that Demyx annoyed him, because he never did. It wasn't that he hated the way he acted, it was really cute and endearing in a way. It wasn't that he didn't care for him, it was quite the contrary. It wasn't that he didn't like him, it was the complete opposite. He loved him, with all his heart.
But how the fuck am I supposed to tell that to Dem?
Demyx, while walking his lover to his apartment after a date, had already expressed his feelings to Zexion, without analyzing or thinking about it. He abruptly kissed his passionately, grabbing his small frame and pressing their bodies together. Then, he just admitted it.
"Zexion," Demyx breathed, smiling sadly, "I love you. I really do." A pause, "I… I know that you don't love me right now, but I love you. So much." After giving him one last hug, he turned away, leaving Zexion alone at his doorstep to sort out what had just happened.
That was a week ago.
"And what the fuck am I supposed to say to that?!" Zexion man glanced over to the mirror hanging on his bedroom door, sizing himself up.
What the fuck does Dem see in me?
"I'm a cynic, an asshole, two feet shorter than him, overanalyze everything, work in a comic book store, and—"
A ring at the doorbell.
…He speeds way too much. Zexion opened the door, trying desperately to hold in the automatic grin that always spread itself across his face whenever he saw Demyx. I love you…
xxx
That same day, at the University, Professor Malley raised his voice so that every one of his students could hear him, "The assignment for today, compare and contrast the reasons why the North and the South fought the Civil War. 20 pages. Single spaced, people!"
A young blond, the only one actually paying attention to the professor's words, quickly wrote the words of the man down in bunched up, unreadable handwriting. He glanced to the clock and began to gather up his various notebooks and pens, knowing that if he was late to his College Chemistry class, it would be like missing three weeks.
He rushed out of the auditorium-like room after giving the professor a slight nod, then he headed towards the west end of the University, the science wing. About a quarter mile away was his next class, where Professor Vexen was sure to give them lengthy research papers and maybe even conducts experiments.
On the students.
Having an eccentric teacher is amazing, but one that tries to clone you on a classly basis…? The sheer memories made Roxas shudder.
"Rox! Hey! Rooooox!" A girl's shrilled voice pierced through his ears.
Roxas could hear her feet thump-thump-thumping across the grass, she was ignoring the sidewalk, as usual. But, he continued to walk, picturing himself alone and unbothered, silently hoping the girl chasing him would take a hint.
"ROOOOOOOOXIIIIEE!"
She didn't.
"What do you want, Xion? I am not in the—"
Then he was tackled and all he saw were stars. His head had—thankfully—hit the grass, the top of his cranium slightly throbbing from the impact. Roxas stared at the sky and sighed loudly. Why me? Papers fell around him, and obviously the black haired girl standing over him didn't care, as her red stilettos were punching holes into them.
"Rox, didn't you hear me?" Xion extended an arm to him.
"It's hard not to hear your voice," he grabbed her hand, pulling himself up, "what did you want anyway?"
She gave him a smile and bent over to pick up his papers, "Just to say hi!"
Roxas laughed and rubbed his head. He watched her gather up all his notes, thankful that he didn't have to do it himself. Xion was wearing a tight fitting denim mini skirt along with black tube top, and much to Roxas' dismay, the other male students were staring.
"Xi-xion…"
She stood up suddenly, handing him his note-covered papers, "Yeah?"
"Why do you insist on wearing outfits like that?" Roxas took back his things, beginning to walk again.
Xion kept in stride, her body swaying side to side as she stepped, "Riku likes it…"
He huffed, "I see…"
"I'm gonna try to get him to go to a club tonight, you know."
Roxas nodded, not entirely paying attention. They continued their trip to the college chemistry class, Roxas half listening to all of Xion's babblings about Riku and their dates together. The fair, where they rode the Ferris Wheel alongside each other, conquering Xion's fear of heights. The mall, where Riku bought himself new clothes from Albatross and Finch, being that they had their 'Once-In-A-Lifetime-Sale'. Riku's uncle's farm, where they slept on the dock of their small lake and made out.
"That's nice," Roxas said, walking slightly faster, not daring to be late for his next class, "Hurry, Xion!"
xxx
The day had gone by quick for Demyx and Zexion. It had been filled with heart-touching moments, wonderful food cooked by the dirty blond, tears on Zexion's part, trips to the county fair where they rode the beat-up roller coasters while holding on to each other. Zexion had never had such a fun and simple day that sealed in the way he felt about Demyx.
The dirty blond wrapped an arm around Zexion as they walked to Demyx's apartment, "Did you have fun?"
He nodded, "Today was wonderful…"
"I just knew you would have fun! There's still more to do though."
Zexion looked up at his lover, "More? What more is there to do?"
Demyx smiled and took his hand, pulling him faster so that they were running. Soon, they reached the apartment building, huffing and panting. The dirty blond led Zexion inside, away from the wide indigo star covered sky and into the elevator. Demyx gently pushed Zexion onto the wall as soon as he was sure that the elevator was traveling upwards.
"D-demyx…?" His face flushed, "Wh-what are you doing?"
"It's the event of the day…" the dirty blond leaned in closer, touching their lips together in a demanding kiss.
As if a switched was flipped in Zexion's body, he moaned into the kiss, unable to contain his feelings any longer. He pulled Demyx down towards him forcefully, deepening the kiss. Zexion let out a small pant and sneaked out his tongue, licking his boyfriend's lower lip lightly, silently asking for entrance.
"I…" Zexion whispered seductively, his eyed hazed over with lust and pure want, "want to thank you for today…"
The elevator dinged and they quickly fell apart, rushing to the apartment to continue their assaults on each other's bodies. Demyx fiddled with the lock and opened the door messily, much too filled with passion and desire for his mind to properly function. By that time, he'd already forgotten that he had a roommate, forgot that there was anything in the world except his Zexion…
xxx
Axel waved down a cab as he ran from the strip club. He flipped open his phone, dialing his roommate's, Demyx's, familiar number, and prayed that he would pick up for once.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
No answer, "Fuck!" He swore under his breath. What is he doing?!
The driver cleared his throat, "Hey kid," he adjusted his rear-view mirror, "you gonna give me an address or not?"
"West part of town. 9th street. Palm Apartments," Axel automatically recited, as he tried a new number, the house number.
After the fourth ring, it was answered by an angry and heavily panting Demyx, "What the fuck? Is this Axel?" He whispered furiously, "You're kind of interrupting someth— Oh, Zexy…" Demyx moaned.
Oblivious of what was going on, Axel gave Demyx a short run down of the night's events, attempting to include everything that had happened in under a minute. He told Demyx about how he gave drinks to underage kids. His talk with Naminé. The attraction to Roxas, Roxas the boy. Then the dancing. The dancing that had gotten him to think of Roxas in the most sexual of ways. The dancing that had brought their bodies so close. So close that he could breath in…Roxas…
"Dem—please, help…Axel pleaded, "What's wrong with me..?"
Demyx half-winced and half-groaned in pleasure, "Fucking hell, not so rough!"
"Demyx!"
"What the fuck do you want, Axel?" Demyx became totally different when he was disturbed.
"Am I…Gay?" Me? Gay? Not possible.
Axel heard movement on the other line, then Demyx sighed, "Dude, I'll talk to you later… Please, take your time coming home."
The redhead nodded, forgetting that his roommate couldn't see him.
Demyx moaned, whispered his lover's name, then hung up, leaving Axel alone to sort out his feelings as the cab driver sped down the highway towards his home.
During the quick six minute ride to his small abode, Axel replayed every little moment with Roxas in his mind. He pictured Roxas' golden halo of hair that shined brilliantly. His impossibly bright blue eyes, swirling and churning like the ocean. His soft, soft skin that felt like rose petals which caressed his own steaming flesh. And his lips, oh his nice, supple, pink lips…
"Hey, carrot-top, we're here." The cabbie coughed, "Cash?"
Axel huffed and rolled his eyes handing the driver a ten, "Thanks…" He stepped out of the taxi and sized up his building.
His apartment resided in the western district of the City. It was quite tall, much like the others that surrounded. The building was one of the older ones, it had a 13th floor with no residents. The walls were stupidly white and tinted windows were spread out all over in a careful pattern. Inside, there was a large lobby, nicely decorated, that was usually empty—complete with a sleeping guard that snored away at the front desk.
The redhead shook his head violently, entered the building, and preceded to take the stairs, deciding that he didn't have the patience to depend on the elevator. Technology of any kind in the state of confusion, rage, and sadness he was in, wasn't the smartest thing to deal with.
I hate everyone.
He arrived at his door, number 6. Axel breathed in deeply and basically busted the door down, automatically looking over the apartment in search of his roommate, ready to pester and bother. He needed answers, he needed to find Demyx.
Oh, did he find him.
Shiiiiiit.
He had found them. Oh, had he found them.
Demyx was leaning against the wall, hands flat against it, seemingly keeping himself up. Zexion was kneeling before him, his hands on Demyx's hips and his lips around his…member. The dirty blond's hands moved to Zexion's head, running his hands through his hair, slightly pulling and massaging.
Axel, standing in the entrance, could hear the small whimpers and sweet requests coming from the intimate couple.
"Zexion…" Demyx moaned, "Ah…"
Axel blushed and became angrier than he already was. "Break it up!" He screamed, "I am in no mood to tolerate this shit!"
Zexion immediately stopped what he was doing, his expression mortified and his cheeks red with embarrassment. Demyx cursed and pulled up his boxers, leaned over and whispered an apology to Zexion, who silenced him with a tiny kiss.
Unfortunately for Axel, the two continued their private moment, not with their bodies, but with words, thoughts, and hearts. He watched the couple gaze at each other for another moment, then turned his body and advanced to the fridge, opening it and stuffing his mouth with chocolate cake. His eyes glared at Demyx and Zexion.
Fuck them. I hate them. I hate Demyx. I hate love. I. Hate. Everyone.
After a minute, the dirty blond and his lover separated, Zexion to the couch, and Demyx to confront Axel in the kitchen. "What the fuck is up with you, Ax?" The annoyance was superbly clear in his voice.
Stuffing the last of the newly found cake into his mouth, Axel spun around and kicked the refrigerator door shut. "Shut the hell up. I don't know what is up with me. I don't know!"
His yell echoed in the smallish apartment. With Axel's voice still ringing in the air, Zexion stood and straightened up his clothes, "I think that I should leave... For now, at least…." He looked down to the floor, staring at his feet.
Demyx sped towards him and gave a quick glower to Axel, he took Zexion into his arms and kissed him quickly, "I am so sorry about him…" He whispered.
The man with the slate-blue hair let out a short chuckle, "It's fine…" He stroked Demyx's cheek and smiled, "We'll continue this another time… I…love you."
Demyx's eyes filled with tears as he swept Zexion up in a passionate kiss. They gave their promises to see each other the next day, and kissed once again, embracing one another tightly.
Once Zexion left, Demyx changed entirely.
"I do not like you right now." He said plainly.
"And why the hell not?" Axel asked stupidly.
The question so idiotically asked enraged Demyx, he stomped to where Axel was standing and punched him across the face, "Today was our monthaversary, you mother fucking dick! We were about to take a huge step! Do you get it?"
The redhead could only half-hear what his roommate was saying, he was still in deep shock from being hit and seeing the usually happy Demyx angry. His face stung violently as he rubbed it, desperately trying to get rid of the pain, knowing that he was to have a bruise later on in the night, "Yeah… I get it…"
Demyx sighed, "Well… What were you trying to tell me over the phone?"
And so, Axel explained it all.
xxx
Roxas sat alone at Marluxia's, drunk and disoriented. He was slumped in the chair, watching the fuzzy shapes move around and dance to the music. He could see the blurry figure of the owner with the VIPs, swirling around and offering refreshments.
The blond stood and walked over to him, his intention clear in his mind. I want Axel's number.
He tapped Marluxia's shoulder, gathering himself up the best he could and trying not to seem as intoxicated as he was, "Excuse me?"
"Heydo, sweetie, what would you like?"
Roxas' breath hitched, "Your bartender. Axel. I-I want his number."
Marluxia's smile widened and he laughed, "A young thing like you? Going after Axel? This is a tad weird…"
"I just want his number!" The short blond screamed.
"Sure thing, honey. Cell or home?"
"Both."
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