A/N: -squeals- Thank you guys for your reviews/alerts/favs!! -tear- So happy ish me...anyway, this is the first yaoi chapter :3 Yay. Find it ironic, though. Chapter 8, XigDem...poor Axel XD;;;

Shadow ShiningHeart: -giggles- Thank you! I like how you mentioned Xiggy even though he wasn't -coughdirectlycough- in chapter 7 XD Makes me happy. And I'm glad you like whiny Axel :3 He's fun XD

Ninja Matty: Yeah...but it was fun :D -still working on CD cover-

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"That wasn't nice, Xigbar." he said. Xigbar laughed and patted his back.

"Ah, kid. You gotta learn that we're not all nice here. That was really funny, y'know." he said with his feral grin. Demyx sighed as he pocketed his phone.

"I guess…"

"Plus, we gotta pick on the new kid. Axel was becoming too smart for us, anyway."

Demyx actually laughed at that despite that it promised him more teasing in the future. He sighed and fell back, staring absently up at the ceiling. Xigbar watched him carefully, having to turn so he could see him with his good—and only—eye.

"So what did you have to go do?"

Xigbar blinked. "Hm?"

Demyx folded his arms under his head. "Before you woke up, Axel said that you had to haul ass somewhere, and then when you got out of the car you told me you had to go do something. What was it?"

Xigbar thought for a moment. Then he shrugged. "Had to talk to Xemmy 'bout something. Nothing big, little dude!"

Demyx laughed softly. "M'kay. Just curious."

"Really, now?" Xigbar asked, lowering himself next to Demyx. Demyx raised an eyebrow but nodded.

"Yeah. I guess I've always been like that. Curious, nosey. My sister prefers nosey since I used to sneak into her room all the time when we were little." he said, oblivious to Xigbar's face coming closer and closer. Well, oblivious until the scarred man pushed his upper body up with his arm and was hovering over him, staring down with his one, half-lidded eye. Demyx's breath hitched. The last time he had been this close to a guy—or anyone, at that—was when he and Axel were together. Needless to say, he was frozen.

Xigbar's lips curled up slightly into a wry smile. He looked almost apologetic with his eyebrows slanted down the way they were. His ponytail threatened to fall over his shoulder, but even that wasn't distracting enough for Demyx to be able to look away from the one-eyed gaze Xigbar was giving him. Their noses were only centimeters apart, and once again Demyx's limbs weren't in a hurry to get away. He stayed put, staring right back up at the older man.

Xigbar had a pretty eye. It was golden with a light brown starburst around the pupil, and a darker shade of gold lining the edge of his iris. Demyx was nearly breathless at the beauty alone.

Caught up in mentally describing and admiring the color of Xigbar's eye, Demyx barely noticed Xigbar edging closer and closer until their noses touched, which snapped him from his trance. His face flushed red and warm, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips nervously. But in the process of the habit, he had grazed against Xigbar's lips. The touch sped up his heart beat, and he could only stare with wide sea-green eyes, waiting for Xigbar's response.

Somehow, he wasn't expecting a kiss.

And he most certainly wasn't expecting himself to have kissed back.

Demyx's mind was muddled as Xigbar took control of the kiss. He merely followed his movements, and tried to make his own sometimes just to keep himself from melting into the sheets. Upon their own accord, Demyx's arms reached up and wrapped themselves around Xigbar's neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

Xigbar's lips were rough and they held Demyx's bruised ones carefully between them, as if they were fragile and needed to be handled with such gentle firmness. His tongue was longer than Demyx was used to of Axel, and once it plunged into his mouth the blonde gasped in surprise. The inner walls of his mouth were being licked and probed, and his own tongue attempted to wrestle with it, only succeeding in being completely dominated.

Not that Demyx minded, of course. Being under Xigbar had a certain appeal to it.

When Xigbar pulled back from the kiss, Demyx almost whined for him to return. But those tough lips, previously attacking his own, assaulted his exposed neck, kissing and sucking and biting, causing Demyx to let out a long moan. Heat rose up to his face and down to his groin and all he wanted right then was for Xigbar to ravish him like no one had ever been ravished before. His hips rose up as he arched his back and moaned, overcome with a brand new level of want and intimacy.

Wait…why was this new? Didn't he and Axel get this far, too? And…why was he even letting Xigbar's hand slide up his shirt right now when it took Axel almost a year to be allowed to? The lips on his neck, then the teeth around his collarbone, the hand rubbing his chest, the fingers squeezing his nipples, the hips pressing down against his, the entire scenario was overwhelming!

And it was all Xigbar. Not Axel. It was the man whom he had just met hours ago doing this to him. Not the ex-boyfriend he had known since junior high. All of it, every want, every need, every ounce of lust he was feeling was because of Xigbar.

"Xi…Xigbar…uh…" Demyx moaned, his eyes half-closed. "Xig…Xigba-ah!"

Xigbar slid Demyx's two shirts up past his torso, where his calloused fingertips traced his abs and fingered around the girlish bend of his hips. He pushed himself up slightly with his other arm to look Demyx in the eye, and paused when he realized just what he was doing.

Demyx whimpered painfully when the heat of Xigbar's body left him cold and lonely. He opened his eyes to search for the scarred man, and found him sitting up next to him, his face in his hand. Demyx sat up as well and touched Xigbar's shoulder, still panting lightly. Xigbar lifted his head and looked at him, having to turn his head completely.

Demyx didn't need to speak. Xigbar could understand what he wanted to say just by staring into his eyes. He leant over and kissed Demyx again, this time softly and gently. Demyx returned it, leaning forward.

"Kid…" Xigbar muttered when he pulled back again. Demyx blinked at him, his cheeks tainted with a shade of red and tiny beads of sweat rolling down his temple and forehead. The gunman gazed at him, and felt a strong, obscene urge to push the boy back onto the bed and pound him into it until they both couldn't take it anymore.

"Xig…Xigbar…" Demyx breathed, leaning in for another kiss. Possibly on a normal basis, Xigbar would have pushed him away in order to get his thoughts straightened out, but he accepted the kiss, though he didn't return it. Demyx retreated back, staring at him with curiosity.

Xigbar didn't really have an explanation for initiating all that just happened. He honestly just acted on instinct. Apparently Demyx had too when a wave of realization washed over his red face.

"Xigbar…what…what just…?" he stammered out softly. Xigbar shrugged.

"I…I don't know, kiddo. I…I need to think a little." he finalized and stood up, turning to walk towards the door. Demyx jumped up after him and grasped his arm before he could reach the door. Xigbar shifted slightly to look behind him, his eyebrow lifted.

Demyx swallowed and squeezed Xigbar's arm for a moment. "I…" he started, but didn't know how to finish. Xigbar sighed and leant back down, kissing Demyx for the millionth time in less than an hour.

"Our dirty little secret, okay little dude?"

Demyx nodded dumbly and released Xigbar's arm. Xigbar was in the now open doorway when he turned to grin at the teenage blonde.

"Be a good boy, now! Sleep tight." he bid Demyx. Demyx giggled softly and gave a slight dip of his head.

"Good night, Xigbar." he muttered, watching as Xigbar left and shut the door behind him. Demyx waited a few moments before he returned to his bed and fell back on it, reliving the make-out session he had just taken part in.

Was it really wrong that he liked it so much? If not, then was it wrong that it had been Xigbar, a practical stranger, that had drowned him in the sea of pleasure he had just previously felt?

Demyx fell asleep with his questions unanswered. He'd worry about it when he woke up later that day…


I...hope that wasn't too fast for yall XD;;;