Author's Note: Axel makes good on his special occasion promise. Yes it's that long awaited first-time chapter. Please see the warnings and yes Demyx is in charge.

WARNINGS: Aku/Dem guy on guy and this is a lemon people. Not work or school safe. You've been warned. Please heed it. Also vague references to drug use at the end.

Disclaimer: I really don't own KH.

Special Occasion

Demyx shut his door and leaned against it. What a day! And he thought he could feel another migraine coming on.

He froze. Something wasn't quite right. Like someone else had been in his room. But who…

"Boo!" said a soft voice beside his ear. Demyx shrieked and whirled around, fist raised.

"Axel?"

"Hey there rock star."

Demyx briefly considered following through with the punch, but changed his mind. Violence never got rid of Axel. It only upped the ante.

"What do you want?" he didn't bother to ask how the pyro got in. Luxord's antique chess set was hitting the drink tomorrow for this.

"You," Axel smirked.

"I have a headache."

"Now that's lame."

"Lame doesn't mean it's not true," the Nocturne groaned pressing his fingers to his temples.

Axel's expression became serious. "A migraine?" he asked.

"Not yet, but it's trying."

"You don't want to be alone then do you?" He wrapped his arms around the hydro's waist. Demyx groaned but leaned into the embrace. It felt good. Better than good, and Axel was right: he didn't want to be alone if it took a turn for the painful.

"You'll take care of me Axel?" he whispered.

"Mmm-hmm." Axel brought a hand up and stroked the shorter hair around Demyx's ear.

"That's too bad about your headache," he sighed and the Nocturne tensed in his arms. He knew that tone. Axel was scheming something.

"Why's that?" he asked out loud.

"Well I promised you a special occasion when I got back, didn't I?"

"Yeah?" Demyx thought he knew where Axel was going and he didn't like it.

"I guess it's just as well though. I wanted us to be in my room for this."

"Really?"

"Cut me some slack would ya? I'm nervous enough as it is and I'm more comfortable in my room. I don't want to have to worry about getting seasick either. Got it memorized?"

Demyx blinked. "Axel?"

"I'm as ready as I'm ever gonna be. Got it mem—mrrph!"

Demyx locked their lips together in a sudden, gentle but demanding, kiss. When he pulled back he was pleased to see the Flurry rather dazed.

"What happened to you headache?" he managed breathlessly.

"I think it might be getting better. You really sure Axel?"

"I'm not getting any surer."

Demyx nodded and pushed the pyro towards the door. Axel grinned and the next moment they were in his bedroom.

"How'd you get so good with the portals?" Demyx muttered against his shoulder.

"I'm just that cool is all," he laughed.

The Nocturne snorted and gave him a push to make him topple backwards onto the bed. He sat down and began to struggle out of his boots. He looked up at a tapping sound. Axel was drumming his fingers against the bed frame.

"You planning to take forever or what?" he said. His tapping fingers undermined his calm tone. Demyx could hear the difference between bored and nervous.

"If I have to, sure," he grinned back. He tossed the boots in a corner and started taking his gloves off. Slowly. With his teeth.

Axel's eyes followed his every movement. Demyx thought he saw a spark in his green eyes. He had decided, not long after their first night together, that Axel's mood could be deciphered by watching how brightly the fire dancing in his eyes was burning. It was subtle; you had to be looking for it.

He put his gloves on the bedside table. He thought he knew how high he had to get the flames. He just couldn't let them get out of control; otherwise they end up in one of their little play fights.

Damn! He really hoped this would help the headache. It was nowhere near migraine level yet, but dull pain lurked inside his cranium.

Why couldn't these things happen the way they did in romance novels? He thought as he unzipped his coat and folded it across a convenient chair. He left the rest of his clothes on, thinking that Axel might feel less vulnerable if he finished undressing him.

Seriously, here he was, with a growing pain in his head, planning on making love to an extremely nervous fire elemental, who hated be dominated, but had resigned himself to the fact that if he wanted the relationship to progress, he would have to do this.

Demyx knew it was a lot to ask of Axel, but he was tired of giving and not getting anything back. He absolutely refused to be used by Axel. He had promised himself that.

Not that this proved much anything, he thought as he pulled Axel up next him, just that he'd be willing to play by the Nocturne's rules sometimes.

"You know," the Flurry said softly, "I've never thought this much about sex before. Planning and stuff. Always just did it when it seemed like a good idea."

"Heh," Demyx smiled and kissed him. "We'll do it your way tomorrow then," he grinned, and pressed close. He didn't get on top of Axel. That seemed to surprise the pryo.

"Aren't you gonna…"

"Too soon, too soon!" the water wielder protested. Much too soon, take it slow. Feed the fire, build it up and bank it. Don't let it burn wildly. Keep it contained until it's hot enough to melt that iron will of his.

He rocked his hips against Axel's. A cool hand slid under his shirt to stroke his chest, the other reached up and long fingers combed through his hair.

Axel moaned. Slow burn. Demyx always liked the slow build up. He'd never been much for foreplay, but the Nocturne was damn good at it. He always got to the I-need-you-now point fairly quickly, but Demyx was having none of that tonight. He wasn't letting this turn into a wrestling match.

He tangled his legs with the Nocturne's, rocking his hips to the rhythm Demyx had set. He nuzzled the blonde's cheek before kissing him, each corner of his mouth and then full on the lips, delicately nibbling his upper lip and lightly flicking his tongue asking for entry.

"Axsss—seeeelll!" Demyx moaned. He gasped letting Axel's heated tongue slide past his lips. Axel smirked internally. Yeah, he was good at this. He let Demyx guide the kiss into the same rhythm of their hips.

Axel broke the kiss finally needing air.

"Damn! How do you do that for so long Demy?" he panted. "Don't you need oxygen?"

"Circular breathing. Wanna be good at playing a wind instrument, and you soon learn how."

"What do you play? I've only ever seen you messing around on you sitar or the piano"

"Lot's'a stuff. Tenner saxophone might be my favorite I think. And I don't play much now 'cause Xemnas thinks horns make too much noise."

"So you can blow a sax?"

"Oh lame! That's the kind of pun Xigbar thinks is funny. Oh wait…"

"Don't," Axel said scowling. Demyx snickered and lightly drug his fingernails down Axel's chest. The pyro hissed.

"You love to torture me don't you?" Axel groaned.

"Mmhm," he agreed and began to tug Axel's shirt up. Once he had Axel free of the garment, he pushed him down, one hand massaging a shoulder the other slid up cradling the back of the fire wielder's head fingers tangling in the wild red hair. He leaned down and drew his tongue along the shell of Axel's ear, making his lover purr.

Axel groaned. Demyx didn't have to be so damn thorough about this did he? Then Demyx bit down on his neck just below his jawbone and he snapped. He sat up suddenly, knocking the Nocturne back a bit, only to find that at some point while he'd been distracted the musician's tongue he'd straddled the Flurry's waist.

Demyx grinned. As if he'd let be that easy! He shifted his weight so that Axel's hips were pinned. Axel glared at him. The flames were high now, but not quite hot enough.

"Impatient Firestarter?" he purred. Axel gave his shirt a rough jerk and Demyx lifted his arms so he could get it off faster. Axel threw the shirt across the room as if it had personally offended him. And then fire met water

He wrapped one arm around the hydro's back gripping his shoulder and grabbed the back his head with the other pulling Demyx into a crushing kiss. Steam hissed all around them, carrying the mixed scent of their arousal.

The Nocturne smiled and hugged his arms around Axel's neck. He continued stroking the Flurry's hair, making him shiver and gasp, and burn hotter.

Axel broke away panting for breathe. Good grief what did it take to make Demyx lose control? Aside from a slightly faster pulse and quicker breath he barely seemed affected at all. Then he looked down. And then quickly back up into…

…lust darkened, deep water eyes.

His breath caught and Demyx kissed him, hard. A firm hand gripped his hip and he knew he was at the other man' s mercy.

He didn't feel helpless though, odd. Axel let out a shuddering breath. He just needs me to know what it's like. He won't hurt me, he thought. And realized it was true. This wasn't like Larxene's pain play; Demyx didn't like pain, receiving or giving it. He wanted to make Axel feel good.

He should really stop comparing the two.

The pyro trailed fiery fingers down the Nocturne's slick skin and began to undue the silver belt buckle. He paused to grab Demyx through the front of his pants and massage his growing erection. The Nocturne threw back his head and moaned.

The belt came free, then the hook and the zipper. He slid a hand inside, seeking the hard, heated flesh. He'd already learned how the Nocturne liked to be handled, slow and firm. In a flash of inspiration he tried to mimic the rhythm Demyx had set earlier. It took him a couple of tries, but he knew when he got it. The blonde let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

Axel grinned wickedly. Demyx liked to talk about his theory that every person had his or her own rhythm, and this one was his.

"Oooohhhhh Axel! Stop! Stop!"

Ah, that had gotten him nice and bothered.

"You're a very wicked man Mr. Flurry of Dancing Flames," he panted.

"Takes one to know one."

"Touché," he grinned and kissed the Flurry again twining their tongues together.

Demyx shifted his weight and moved off the pyro's lap. Axel took advantage of this to strip him the rest of the way.

"You do realize that if I let you do this, you're officially mine, right?" Axel purred.

"I like the sound of that," Demyx sighed dreamily, as Axel massaged the small of his back. The Flurry got behind him and began to trace the dark blue and green lines that curled on his back like a cresting wave.

This felt so good, so right, even when they were just roughhousing. Maybe it was worth it to be turned into a Nobody if you got to meet a soul mate. Without Hearts and their baggage it was so much easier for Souls to connect. He'd seen it happen with the lesser Nobodies, though he'd never said. He'd often wondered if the other's watched for things like that.

What was worse, to be whole and lonely, or to be broken and happy?

Too deep, too deep, he didn't want to think about this. He didn't want to think about anything except redefining pleasure for Axel.

He let his head drop back onto Axel's shoulder and the Flurry wrapped his arms around the hydro's waist. Demyx slid his hands down Axel's sides and kept going when he reached the elastic waistband of his pants, taking the material with him.

"You said you didn't have any pajama's," he said.

"Well, I don't use them as pajamas…much."

"Mmmm," Demyx sighed and turned in Axel's arms. The fire in his eyes looked just about right. They pressed together, cheek to cheek and connected all the way down, shuddering and rocking as their erections touched.

"Ohhh, you're so slow Demy!"

"I like slow."

"Maybe I can teach you to like fast."

"Maybe." Demyx began to push Axel down.

"Ah! Wait, don't we need…"

"I can do it with water."

"How convenient. You mean I bought this for nothing?"

"Huh?"

Axel reached over fumbled with the draw on the bedside table. After a few minutes he produced a small tube.

"I bought this…for this…" he muttered. He handed the tube to Demyx. Just a small tube of personal lube, brand new, the plastic seal was still on it.

He dared to look the Nocturne in the eye, and was surprised at what he saw. Demyx was tearing up.

"You got it just for me?" he asked in a quavering voice.

Axel nodded dumbly. Demyx seemed inordinately pleased.

"Oh thank you Axel!" he cried and knocked the Flurry over in an overly enthusiastic hug.

"Is it really that big a deal?" he asked slightly stunned.

"Yes! Well, it is to me."

"Ummm…you're welcome?"

He was pulled into an incredibly sweet kiss.

Demyx grinned and cracked the seal. Axel had been thinking about this for a while. Had been planning it! He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself as he slicked his fingers. Wouldn't do to be overcome at this point.

He kneeled between Axel's thighs, attempting to soothe the nervous flame by stroking his hip.

"Please, just do it Demy," he pleaded. Slick warm fingers slid between his buttocks. One fingertip began to stroke his opening.

Axel was tensed, but Demyx kept up the motion. Axel wasn't sure what to make of the new sensation. It wasn't painful, at the moment, but very, very intimate. He remained very tense as the finger pressed pass the ring of muscle, which hurt some, despite how careful Demyx was being, and began a slow in and out motion with Demyx pushing in a little more each time.

He was being so gentle, so careful. Axel began to relax and the motion got easier. It was all right, but he didn't see what was so special about…

Demyx curled his finger.

Stars flashed before Axel's eyes and white-hot sparks danced up and down his spine.

"Oh gods!"

"Do you like it?"

"Do it again!"

"I'll take that as a yes," Demyx grinned and stroked the hidden gland. Before Axel had a chance to comprehend, and second finger was added, upping the pain.

Axel locked eyes with Demyx. The movement remained slow and careful. The Nocturne looked apologetic.

"I'm sorry it hurts. I'm afraid that's just the way it is," he said softly. Axel nodded and laid back. The movement was not unpleasant once he got past the stinging sensation, Demyx was using lots of lube or water, and he wasn't sure which. It was the kind of pain, he thought, that would soon fade, yet make itself known again come morning. Like a bruise when you hit your leg on a table and forgot about it until you were trying to figure out why it hurt to walk. Only more so.

He hissed as the third finger was added.

"Still doing okay?" Demyx asked. Axel nodded even as he clenched his teeth.

Just like before, he told himself, you'll get used to it. Demyx kept his movements

slow, until Axel relaxed again, then he withdrew his fingers.

He felt empty, how odd. The Nocturne maneuvered one leg over his shoulder, and the hand that been preparing him gripped his hip.

"Ready?" he asked. Funny, Demyx was the one doing all the work yet he sounded nervous.

"Yes," Axel replied. He surprised himself, he was telling the truth. He genuinely wanted this. It wasn't an exaggerated form of lip service. He truly wished to be connected with the Nocturne.

Demyx pushed, slow and easy in a gentle in-and-out motion. Axel closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, until the Nocturne was fully sheathed within him. Lips brushed his cheeks, with a soft mantra of "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," and a he realized a few tears had leaked out. Damn.

"'s okay," he managed, "I'm okay."

"You can move Demy," he added when he realized Demyx was waiting for him to adjust.

"Okay," Demyx answered and rocked his hips.

Sensations began to build within him, and after a few uneasy test strokes, Demyx picked a rhythm. It was a good one, brushing his prostate with every stroke and he began to move with the Nocturne.

"Demy?"

"Mmmm?"

"This is good. I mean, for real."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Only…"

"Yeah?"

"Faster, just a little…"

"Kay," and with that Demyx sped up.

"Oohh that's perfect! Don't stop."

"Don't think I can. Gods, but you've got killer hips."

"I know," Axel grinned. "Demy?"

"Yeah?"

"Touch me." Slick fingers wrapped around his needy member and stroked in time with his thrusts.

Axel fell back against the pillows. He felt so good right now. He didn't want this to end. He wanted to hover in that little valley just before he hit his climax. He reached up and pulled Demyx down for a kiss.

The Nocturne moaned, thankful for the distraction. He was going to have to keep his mouth busy until this was over. He was dangerously close to saying a phrase that Axel couldn't possibly believe was true. Not coming from a Nobody. He didn't want to cheapen this experience with hollow words, even if they were only hollow because of the nature of the speaker.

"Demyx?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you keep this up for a while?"

"Uhhh, for a little while I think."

"Good." Axel let his hands roam down the Nocturne's back and sides. So there was a difference he thought as Demyx nibbled down the column of his throat. There was a difference between sex, even great sex, and lovemaking. They stayed in their comfortable rhythm, until…

"Axel…I…can't…" Demyx panted.

"Go for it. I'm ready." He was rather pleased with himself that he'd been able to hold out until Demyx asked.

Demyx sped up, making Axel go wild.

"Oh gods, don't stop, don't…"

"Come for me Firestarter." It was all Demyx could do to keep himself in check and keep some semblance of control over the writhing flames beneath him. They were slick with steam and sweat and he was so very close. Axel was so hot, literally. He was amazed that he could still keep a grip on him. Concentrating was getting hard. He'd cut this too close; he wasn't going to make it.

"Axel…I-I'm…"

He almost missed it. So worried about holding off, he'd nearly missed the tale-tell twitches that signaled Axel was seconds from climaxing.

"Yeah?" the pyro panted.

"Open your eyes, look at me."

Axel was gripping the Nocturne's shoulders hard enough to bruise and he was shaking, but determinedly locked gazes with Demyx.

"Dem…aaaahhh!" he bit his lip, hard, drawing blood, and gasped. Demyx saw the green fire in his eyes erupt, and his hands and belly were coated with liquid flames. For a moment he thought Axel was burning like a star, then he came within the fire, and didn't think anymore.

He remembered himself just enough to bite down on Axel's shoulder so he didn't babble anything stupid while the waves of his orgasm crested and crashed around him.

They collapsed together, panting.

Axel laughed.

"What is it?" Demyx asked perplexed, and borderline annoyed by the sound of it.

"It's just, well, if someone had told me I was going to enjoy this, this much, I'd've torched 'im."

"Oh," Demyx blushed. "I…oh Axel."

"Dem?"

"Just happy is all."

Axel smiled at him. "I make you happy, Demyx?"

"Well, when you're not being a jerk." He eased himself off the Flurry so he could snuggle next to him in a satiated, boneless heap.

"Pretty good special occasion, yes?" Axel asked.

"Yeah," the musician grinned.

Axel rubbed his shoulder. "You could have warned me that you were a biter," he said reproachfully.

"Nah, I don't do it very often."

"You sure did this time."

"Sorry."

"Meh," Axel muttered and to the musician's surprise, curled up so that he could rest his head on Demyx's shoulder.

"I thought you'd be louder," he said after a while. Demyx began to stroke his now sweat damp hair gently.

"I am when I don't have to be careful."

Axel groaned and reached over to the bedside table. After a brief struggle with the drawer, he pulled out a half empty package of cigarettes.

"I didn't know you smoked."

Axel shrugged as he pulled one out. "I've been cutting back." He gave a humorless laugh, "Xemnas threatened to rip out my lungs personally if Roxas picked up any bad habits from me. Want one?"

Demyx accepted the slim white cylinder and held still as Axel lit it for him. He inhaled appreciatively.

"I haven't had one of these since I joined the Organization. Lexaeus is gonna ream me."

"Let me guess, Zexion's a tattletale?"

"Bingo, although, Luxord's mellowed him out some."

Axel paused with the cigarette halfway to his mouth. The steam had melted most of the gel in Demyx's hair and the mohawk flopped down fetchingly over his eyes. He scooted closer and wrapped an arm around the Nocturne' s waist.

"Why does Lexeaus care?" he asked. Demyx sat still for a moment, trying to decide how to phrase his answer.

"I…well, I had some…bad habits," he stared intently at the sheets. "He made me go cold turkey on all of them. That's sorta the main reason why it took me so long to summon my sitar."

"Shit," Axel muttered. "You mean to tell me that whole time you were going through withdrawal? From what?"

Demyx told him.

"Shit," he muttered again, and rubbed Demyx's back soothingly. "It's damn near impossible to break a habit on some of those. Lethal even."

To his shock Demyx sneered, "I got lucky," he grumbled, "Got turned into a Nobody and was entrusted to Number V's very special brand of TLC. Under orders to break the vice or break me. Caffeine was the only one he let me keep, and he's trying to bust that one now."

"So you were dealing with all that withdrawal crap, and completely wired all the time cause it was the only fix you could get," he hugged Demyx close, "and trying get the attention of a hopeless asshole like me. Why?"

Demyx pinched out the remains of his cigarette. "Because you're hot. Because you're flashy. Because you're strong. Because you're 'that guy'. Because I woke up every morning for months thinking that if I could impress you it was worth all the pain."

"You really know how to guilt trip," Axel said glumly and took the dogend from the musician and set it the ashtray along with his.

"Wasn't trying to."

Axel pulled Demyx down to the pillows.

"How's your headache?"

"Better."

"Hn," Axel sounded insulted. Demyx snickered.

"I had to concentrate a lot okay. Thinking makes my brain hurt."

"You said it not me."

"Awww. Don't be mad. Hey, do you have a potion handy."

"Those don't work on headaches," Axel grumbled. His eyes were heavy. His whole body felt as limp as overcooked pasta, and he couldn't remember a time he'd had an orgasm that he could describe as "mind blowing" before now. He just wanted to go to sleep so he could make Demyx do it all over again when they woke up.

"Not for me, for you," Demyx said apologetically.

"Oh." That was right. He was going to be sore in the morning.

"Yeah, I got one."

"Mmm'kay," Demyx sighed. Axel brushed his face.

"Hey Dem?"

"Mmm?"

"I know it's a bit late but, I am impressed. That…well what you did…it isn't easy even if you had Lexaeus cracking a whip at your back."

Demyx colored and turned away. "I don't like talking about it," he muttered.

Axel lay his head back down on Demyx's shoulder. He caught the edge of the sheets with his foot and brought it up so he could pull it over them. Strong will he thought strength of spirit. That's was drives Nobodies. That's what keeps us going.

He kissed Demyx's neck softly.

"I'll be your fix from now on okay?"

The musician turned giving Axel the saddest expression he'd ever seen on a Nobody's face.

"Axel…please mean that. I…I think you may be more addictive than any of that stuff…and if I get hooked…"

"I do mean it. You're mine now. Got it memorized?"

Demyx's expression melted. If Axel didn't know better, he'd have believed the Nocturne had just fallen in love. Maybe he had.

Demyx gently touched Axel's mouth.

"Thank you," he whispered.

They kissed.

To be continued…

Well how's that for a lemon? Please don't ask me what Demyx was on because I don't know what they have in Hollow Bastion.