By : Shawnathan
[A/N : Any and all reviews are appreciated, if you so wish to write one. Xiexie~ ]
[Disclaimer : I own nothing. All credit to Disney/Square Enix]
After several weeks of stressful arguments, Zexion was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Axel's revenge prank feud with Luxord had mercifully ended. There wasn't really another choice, because if it had continued, there would have been a serious fight. Demyx had even told him that the band was in jeopardy, with things the way they were. It was due to Roxas' efforts that Axel finally quit pulling stupid stunts, not the least of which being to nail Luxord's bed to the apartment roof. Axel had apologized, helped get the bed off the roof, and practices had resumed as normally.
Zexion had attended a couple more gigs after the dispute was put behind them, and it was as though it had never happened. Demyx had come over to his dorm, which was thankfully empty save for himself, after their latest performance. He was greeted with a tight embrace, calloused fingertips running through his hair as he was kissed. "I take it the show went well?" Demyx nodded excitedly, his spiky hair flying all over the place.
"It was awesome Zexy! We were really on tonight!" Demyx relaxed his hold, plopping down on Zexion's bed so that Zexion could return to his work. "It's too bad you couldn't have been there to see us..." His eyes drooped a little, but he knew better than to pout because of something petty like that. He knew that Zexion took studying very seriously, and had to commit a great deal of time and energy to it. His Zexy had recently become the personal assistant to the head of the literature department, and almost completed the courses necessary to be called a professor, all before the end of the school year.
Zexion heard the bite of sadness in Demyx's words, saw the shoulder blades jutting out of that beautiful back as Demyx stared at the floor. "You know I would have come if I could have... it has been a while since I've seen you play a show, but... I have a lot of work to get done, and very little time to complete it." He saved what he was working on and closed his laptop, walking over to sit next to Demyx on the bed. Reaching for Demyx's hand, he leaned up against him, head resting on one of those slender shoulders. "There's a break coming up soon, you know... and I had a plan of sorts. I didn't want to say anything until now, because I wasn't sure if I would be able to make good on any promises, and didn't want to get your hopes up." Demyx gave his hand a little squeeze, signaling him to continue. "Well, you once told me that you loved the ocean, the first day you approached me, remember?"
Demyx nodded, his voice soft when he answered. "Of course. The library... I was really nervous that day you know." Zexion stifled a laugh. "Don't laugh! It's so not funny Zexy, I was so nervous I almost cried!"
Zexion kissed playfully at Demyx's collarbone between whispers, glad to have this moment with Demyx. "You didn't seem nervous to me. You seemed like you had the whole situation under control, until you hugged me." Demyx blushed when he was reminded of that little lapse in judgment. "I know what that was about now, but at the time, it really threw me off."
"I didn't mean to... I hadn't planned on doing that, but I was so happy when you said you'd come see us play, I got a little overexcited." Demyx thought back to the moment of awkwardness they shared after the hug, smiling. "I'm a very emotional person, you know that."
Zexion nodded. "I do now, yes. Anyway, allow me to digress; our break is fast approaching, and I have an idea that you might like. You love the beach. My family owns beachfront property about an hour or two from campus... would you... l-like to go on a vacation with me, just the two of us?" Now he was feeling nervous. There were many things in the world of dating and relationships that he had never done, and this was one of them.
Demyx's eyes flew open, his jaw dropping. He put his hands on Zexion's shoulders, his face lighting up with happiness. "Are you serious Zexy?!" Zexion had barely nodded and given him a shy "yes" before he was tackle-hugged, bouncing as Demyx clung to him tightly. "Of course I want to! This is gonna be awesome!" He slid both hands up to Zexion's face, kissing him deeply.
Zexion felt his strength, and will to resist (reserved specifically for the dorm room), fading as Demyx's lips and tongue slid across his own. A hand began to slide up his shirt, but he didn't care. His mind went fuzzy, his heart all fluttery, every time Demyx would do this to him. It had never been like this before, not with anyone else. That was how he had chosen to justify this as love; no one had ever made him feel this way in his life, made him go so crazy that he would lose self-control and abandon his inhibitions like this. He kissed back aggressively, Demyx moaning in response, making the purring noise he had become so fond of. His shirt was being peeled off and thrown to the floor, Demyx's joining it, and then... the door opened. Immediately embarrassed, Zexion pulled the sheets up to hide himself, Demyx simply staring at the young buy in the doorway, eyes wide in surprise. "Um... hi Sora. How was biology?" He facepalmed inside his mind, cursing his vocal chords for reacting in such an absurd way.
Sora gulped audibly, turning his back to them and closing the door slowly. When he turned, he saw that Zexion had taken the opportunity to put his shirt back on, the other boy sitting calmly on the bed as if meditating, leaned up against him. "I... I'm sorry to interrupt. I didn't know.. Zexion usually doesn't have company, I..." He was struggling to get over the awkwardness, sitting down on his own bed across from them, absentmindedly kicking his shoes off. He directed his attention to the skinny (still shirtless) boy with the crazy hair. "Are... are you Zexion's boyfriend?" He knew he should mind his own business, but couldn't stop himself from asking. The boy turned to look at him, a soothing feeling in his teal eyes, and spoke in a low, respectful tone.
"Yes. We've been dating for a little over six weeks now... sorry for lying to you, but Zexy wasn't ready to be 'out' yet, you know?" Demyx said, his hand reaching back to hold Zexion's, a slight blush filling both their cheeks. Demyx quietly cursed the fact that their intimate moments were always being interrupted when things were getting passionate. This vacation would really do them both some good.
Zexion held Demyx's hand tightly for support as he spoke, his voice quiet and shy. "I'm sorry to have deceived you Sora, but I just didn't know how to start that conversation. This is an all-new thing to me. I understand if... if living with me, now that you know... bothers you." Being so emotional was out of character for him, but that was part of why he loved Demyx; he was finally able to be expressive, something he had always failed miserably at.
Sora shook his head furiously before looking right at both of them, somewhat irritated. "Of course it doesn't bother me, why should it? I understand about... being nervous about telling me, that's completely normal, but... don't worry, I'm totally okay with it!" They were each looking at him with surprised expressions, clearly shocked by his little outburst. He shrunk back a bit, clearing his throat and lowering his voice. "What I mean is, it's okay as long as you're happy. I don't care about that stuff." He lowered his gaze, blushing a little as he looked out the window. "A-Are you... happy?"
Zexion smiled, wrapping his arms around Demyx's waist, leaning into him affectionately. "Yes, Sora, I really am. Thank you for being so understanding, it means a lot to me, and I'm sure to Demyx as well. Oh, you still haven't been introduced, have you? Sora, this is my... boyfriend.. Demyx. Demyx, this is my roommate Sora." Sora reached a hand forward, which Demyx gladly shook.
"It's nice to meet you, Sora. Zexy has always spoken kindly of you." Demyx said, smiling his bright smile. Sora seemed to be genuinely happy for them, and Zexion was breathing easy, no longer nervous or scared.
Zexion was overwhelmed with happiness and pride, but also a bit underwhelmed. He had expected the stereotypical negative reaction humans have to homosexuality, and Sora had given them nothing but encouragement and kind words. For once, he was happy to have been proven wrong. He was out, at least to a small group of people, and it was okay. The only changes in his life as a result were for the better. He and Demyx slept in each others arms that night, Sora snoring away peacefully in his own bed.
The break had come faster than Zexion had realized, but that wasn't a bad thing; he was ready to get away from his duties as an assistant, and have some real alone time with Demyx. The notion still frightened him, but there was a need deep in his heart to take things that one step further. He and Demyx both had licenses, but neither had cars, so Zexion rented one for them. It was nothing fancy, just a spacious little hatchback, but it suited their needs perfectly. Demyx even had room to fit his sitar in the back with their luggage and food, insisting that he couldn't leave 'Arpeggio' behind. Zexion had laughed at the fact that he'd named his instrument, but also stated that he knew it to be a common phenomenon among musicians. They made good time, arriving while the sun was still high.
Demyx had unpacked everything in such a hurry, Zexion had barely been able to help him carry two or three bags in. "Jeez, Dem..." He said, scratching the back of his head. "You really do love the ocean don't you? This is hyper even for you." He smiled as Demyx spun around to face him, having been staring out the floor-length windows that faced the water.
Demyx stretched his arms, cracking his neck as he replied. "Yeah, I really do Zexy, it's one of my favorite places in the world to be. I would move the band out to a beach town if we could get a permanent gig there. Who would say no?" He placed his hands on his hips, his body tilting to one side. "So what do you want to do?" Zexion hadn't known where to begin, being that he didn't come here all that often. After a brief discussion, they had decided on a nice dinner out by the water. Zexion drove, still finding amusement in Demyx's hyper behavior as they pulled into an upscale local restaurant.
Demyx threw up an eyebrow, looking Zexion and himself over. "Not that I would normally care, but aren't we a little under-dressed for a place like this? Also, even splitting the bill, this joint looks expensive. I'm a college student and a musician... you do the math." Zexion simply grinned, opening his door and getting out of the car. Demyx watched as Zexion walked all the way around, politely opening his door for him, and offering him a hand. He blushed, taking the offered hand and getting out of the car. "Wow... proper gentleman tonight. That doesn't change the money issue though, Zexy."
Zexion had taken everything into account before they left. His parents, though strict, were not opposed to rewarding him when he met their obscenely high expectations. He would soon be a professor in his chosen field, so they had asked him if he wanted anything. He had asked for the beach house for a week, and a decent sum of money to play around with while there. They deemed it reasonable, and that was that. "Don't worry, I've got this. I think we can afford one or two extravagant things while we're here. As to being under-dressed, I seem to recall this place being fairly relaxed about that sort of thing."
Demyx nodded, a bit confused, but decided not to let the unanswered questions in his head ruin the fun. They ate fancy, talking for a good two hours over their meal and dessert, drinking a few glasses of wine along the way. After all was said and done, Zexion had gone to the front desk, talked to the valet, and made a phone call. Upon returning to the table, Demyx gave him a quizzical look. "What was all that about?"
Zexion sipped the last of what remained in his glass, placing it gently back on the table. "Well I've had three glasses, you've had six. I thought it best to get us a cab, and have the car brought back to the house." He chuckled as Demyx put on an embarrassed expression and played with his earrings, feeling the warmth build up in his chest when Demyx giggled.
Demyx nodded in agreement after a moment, his hands resting in his lap, big goofy smile ever-present. "Okay, you've got me there Zexy. I still feel bad though, you paying for everything like this." Despite being almost broke, there was some truth to that. He didn't think it was fair, being a mooch.
Zexion chuckled, standing when he noticed a car pulling up out front. "I'll tell you what, you can cover the tip if you feel that bad about it." Demyx nodded and threw some cash down on the table, taking Zexion's hand as they headed out to the cab. A few customers shot them dirty looks, but he didn't care. Demyx was the only one he cared about right now. The ride back was silent, the two of them leaning into one another, hands still tightly clasped. They walked up the steps together, Zexion getting one gentle kiss on the cheek as they ascended.
There were two bathrooms, each with it's own shower, one of which Zexion had insisted on using. Demyx had laughed at how timid he was acting, but nodded all the same, dancing off toward the guest bath. He tried to let his worries wash away as he cleaned himself, the hot water splashing down on him cleansing his mind as much as his body. When he got out, he brushed his teeth with such vigor that his gums bled. Satisfied that he had done what he could, he headed for the bedroom shirtless, towel over his shoulders. He had chosen to wear black satin pajama bottoms, something he normally wouldn't bother with, but... he wanted to look good for Demyx, who was always such a vision of beauty.
He plugged his iPod into the stereo, searching for mood music. He felt strange doing that, but he had read about it, and had been pulled deeper into the world of music thanks to Demyx, whose tastes were varied and eclectic. Settling for some Envy on the Coast, he flung himself down on the bed, still as nervous as before. The shower had done nothing. Twelve seconds in to The Devil's Tongue, Demyx walked in; clad in teal boxer-briefs, hair drooping down messily in the absence of gel. It was the hottest thing Zexion had ever seen. His face went bright red, eyes hitting the floor as Demyx strode up to him. He felt thin, spider-like fingers running through his hair, his eyes appreciating Demyx's bony ankles and toes. "I'm not sure... how to proceed, but... I want to. I really want to. I-I... I love you Demyx."
Demyx pulled Zexion's chin up, bending down and kissing him deeply. When he pulled away, Zexion's hazy eyes were right on his, focused despite how anxious he clearly was. "There's no formula to love Zexy, no rules or equations... no structure. Do what feels right to you." He paused to crawl forward onto the bed, his knee rubbing between Zexion's legs, conjuring up memories of their first drunken night alone together. "I don't mind, really."
Zexion was shaking as Demyx crawled over him, his hands finding their way onto Demyx's body. He explored the subtle curvature, his fingers running over shoulder blades, vertebrae, toned chest and stomach. "D-Dem..." Demyx moved closer to him with each second, grinding against him now, moaning erotically into his ear. He was straining against the satin of his pants, Demyx's bulge creating pleasurable friction as their bodies slithered against each other. "A-Ah..."
Demyx bit his lip, trying not to shout out in pleasure. He kissed Zexion yet again, licking at the tip of his nose playfully as he spoke in a low, dulcet tone. "Don't freak out, okay? I promise this'll feel good, Zexy." He reached down, sliding his underwear down to reveal himself. Zexion's eyes widened, face going scarlet. Their lips brushed together as he reached for the tie at Zexion's waist. He felt the breath catch in Zexion's throat as their bared lower regions rubbed together, various muscles clenching and relaxing. Raising a hand to his mouth, he licked his fingers sloppily, reaching the sopping fingers down and stroking the two of them together as their bodies did the rest of the work.
"Demyx... I..." Zexion moaned weakly as Demyx's hair tickled at his face. The heat was intense, the steam from their recent showers and their body heat practically roasting them. He had never felt so alive. Demyx shook and gave a weak shiver, leaking pre-cum, further lubing the two of them as they continued to grind. He was beginning to lose control, his member throbbing noticeably in Demyx's grip.
Biting gently at Zexion's neck, Demyx squeezed tighter, his hand swirling around in circles as he pressed his lips to Zexion's ear. "You can cum... no need to hold it back now..." Zexion's arms wrapped around him, hands clinging to him desperately.
Zexion wanted to answer, to use his boundless vocabulary to tell Demyx just how he felt, describe every minute burst of pleasure... but he was not able. He kissed Demyx deeply, his stomach tightening as he reached his climax. Demyx's body quivered as he began to release as well, the two of them moaning roughly as they kissed. He found Demyx's eyes, bright teal and almost glowing in the darkness of the bedroom, and stared into them. Deeply, intently, hoping that they would convey that which his words could not. Demyx smiled and kissed him on the neck, falling down next to him. They lied together in silence for what seemed like an eternity, his breath slowly returning to normal. Luckily, there had been a towel at hand, so he had taken the liberty of cleaning them up. He slid his pants back up, leaning over to kiss Demyx, whose post-orgasm glow was a zealous sight to behold. "I... I've never experienced anything so... all-consuming, so profound."
Demyx giggled, adjusting his boxer-briefs, slender legs crossing gracefully as he rested his head on Zexion's chest. "Neither have I, Zexy..." He kissed at Zexion's collarbone, smiling as his body started to grow weak. "... and that was just the beginning." He eyelids felt heavy, his focus fading as he fell unconscious.
Zexion ran his fingers through Demyx's blonde locks, wondering when they might explore the meaning behind 'just the beginning'. He would have asked, maybe teased, but Demyx was fast asleep on his chest. He decided it would be best to simply close his eyes, and let sleep take him, utterly content in his world.
[A/N: Love scenes... thoughts? Too sappy, not graphic enough for you, too soon? Let me know, so I might not repeat what you view as errors in this prolonged experiment.]