Wow, the first update since January! Lol sorry this took forever.
Kitsune Curoryu: Lol I'm not sure you're meant to know what happened to Sora yet... that's not until a later chapter (Though I think most people could guess).
purewhiteshadow: Lol I'm not sure why you're grinning either
Ainulin: thanks for the review!
EvilLeo01: Yeah, punching Dem would pry make him feel better, but no one ever does what they should...lol
SavvyLovesYaoi: Oh, they'll make up soon enough lol
Warnings: M-RATED MATERIAL Don't like reading about boys doing dirty things to each other, don't read!
My spelling has been horrible the last few days, so beware!
Zexion/Demyx, small mentions of Zexion/? (only small though)
Read and review if you please!
Chapter 8
I Pray My Soul to Take
"Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide..." I shivered from my spot in the garden. It was located directly under the upstairs living room, which was connected to Dem's room, and he was singing on the balcony, his chilling, yet savory, voice sending goosebumps down my arms. He had a very raw and powerful sound, hardly even trying.
"No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide..." He actually did this often, thinking no one could hear him up there. Sometimes he even played his sitar as well. I usually found my way down to the garden so I could listen in secret. Let's just face it... I was addicted to the blonds voice.
"You are all I'll ever want... but this I am denied..." He trailed off at this part, doing some quick shuffling and sighing. I ducked under the shadow of a tree, my heart racing as he stood and leaned over the side railing, closing his eyes. I wanted more than anything to know what was going through his mind.
"Shit." He muttered, opening his eyes to glare at the ground below. I figured he must have forgotten the rest of the words.
The moment was interrupted as my phone went off with a shrill sound, lighting up my pocket and the area around it. I cursed and hung my head, wishing death upon Axel, who's ring tone was currently ringing.
"Zexion?" Demyx asked uncertainly from above me. I glanced up at him before taking a step in to the light and pulling out my phone.
"Hello?" I kept my voice as dry and angry as possible, waiting for Axel to take a deep breath before nearly exploding, "ROXAS KISSED ME!"
I stood in stunned silence, dropping my phone in the grass with shock. The blond was no longer above me, he was probably on his way down, and I quickly snatched my cell back up, "What?"
The redhead laughed hysterically and cried out, "I'm serious!"
"What happened?"
"We were playing video games in my room when I beat him and we started a wrestling match, then he just kissed me and ran away! I mean, I always kind of felt like there was something going on between us and-"
I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head, "You like Roxas, right?"
There was several seconds of silence where Axel seemed to be thinking. I began to grow impatient and anxious as I saw Dem's shadow appear in the back yard.
"Well?" I encouraged.
He clicked his tongue and started laughing again, "Yeah, I guess I do."
"So then... why are you still standing in your room on the phone with me?"
There was a prominent 'click' on the other end and I had to hold back a smile. Any humor was erased though, once I felt Demyx's hand on my shoulder. He turned me around so we were face to face, looking more than a little serious.
"Why are you out here?"
A million different, and equally stupid, excuses ran through my head, causing me to hesitate. I knew Dem wouldn't believe a single one of them, so I decided the truth was best, "I like to listen to you sing."
He stared at me, as if deciphering this, then nodded his head, "Okay." Without another word, he turned and went back inside.
So... I was... off the hook?
I wasn't sure.
"Demyx!" I cried out, ungracefully whipping around to stop him. He stared at me over his shoulder with uncertainty, "Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
Our gazes locked and I waited for him to say something. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he managed to keep a straight face. Then he just shook his head and walked back inside.
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Wow, these houses are the size of castles out here." Tidus clicked his tongue, staring up at the high ceiling. Hayner was right behind him, staring at me. "I can't believe it's really you." He whispered, stepping closer to examine me. I shifted under his presence, not liking that two people knew where I was hiding now.
"Stop freaking him out." Tidus hit his brother on the shoulder. Hayner hit him back and they started a small wrestling match. I rolled my eyes, ignoring them.
"Can't you guys act anymore mature?"
They looked confused, almost as if they had never heard of the word or something.
"So how long are you planning to stay here?" Tidus suddenly asked, examining a nearby statue. I shrugged and glanced up at the balcony of the stair case, "Not sure. Haven't thought about it."
"Are you ever going to come back?" Hayner asked next, sitting his lazy self on to the couch.
"Not of my own free will." I answered, being completely serious.
"Zexion, Gretchen was wondering if- ...oh.... hi?" Demyx came to an abrupt stop at the top of the stairs, staring at the two strangers with confusion. The brothers waved awkwardly and shuffled away.
Demyx came the rest of the way down the steps, still watching the other two cautiously, "Who are they?" he whispered.
"Just some guys I met." I told him nonchalantly, "So what did Gretchen want?"
He didn't answer right away, staring at me curiously, "Oh, uh... is it okay if she washes your bed sheets?"
"Sure." I shrugged. The blond hesitated before taking a step back, "Right, well... I'll see you later."
I didn't answer, waiting as he glanced at the boys before turning and taking the steps two at a time.
Hayner let out a low whistle and came back out of the shadows, "I think I know why he isn't planning on leaving." He laughed and looked to his brother for agreement. Tidus smiled too and shook his head, "Someone is in love."
"Shut up." I growled, pushing them towards the door, "Go back to Roxas' house."
"Wait!" Tidus nearly tripped as he pulled himself to a stop, "We're leaving tomorrow, you know." Hayner nodded his head as well and stood as his side, "When will we see you next?"
"Who knows... maybe never." I told them truthfully, stepping back, "I'm not planning on coming home anytime soon."
"Be careful." They both warned, opening the door and looking back at me. The three of us had never actually been the best of friends, seeing as they had always been so much older than me, but it was still sad to see them go.
"Bye." Was all I said, waiting for them to slide out and shut the door behind them. They did so silently, giving a slight wave before clicking the door shut.
X.
"You're fast as those." Leon commented as he leaned over my shoulder, studying my work. I felt like a four year old, sitting at his desk and doing word puzzles. Demyx was sitting in a chair a few feet behind me, kicking his feet around to keep himself busy. Leon hardly ever let the blond sit on our sessions, but today was one of those days where he let up.
The two of us had been doing a bit better since our ruined date last week. The blond didn't looke so depressed when he looked at me now.
"Oh, Dem. I got you something." Leon straightened up, shuffling through a file cabinet before pulling out a bag of gummi bears and tossing them to the blond, "And you're supposed to share those with Zexion."
Dem smiled in thanks and nodded eagerly, looking like a little kid as he pulled the bag open and searched through its contents.
I returned to my worksheet and rolled my neck a couple times, quickly stenciling in an answer.
"Do you like puzzles?" Leon asked me, leaning on to his desk innocently.
I nodded and found another answer, "Especially anagrams."
"Why?" The tall brunet asked, tilting his head to see my work again. I shrugged and erased a mistake, "They're interesting and hard to see sometimes."
"That's true, Zex... ion."
A silence filled the room and I froze. Glancing up at Leon, I saw his eyes go wide as he stared at me. Demyx shifted in his seat behind me, looking confused. My counselor licked his lips and sat in his rolling chair, quickly beginning to scribble in his notebook.
I nearly jumped from my spot, pushing the paper away from me, "Done." I said, heading to the door. Leon ignored me as he continued to write desperately. Demyx jumped up after me, trying to question me. I brushed him off, instead grabbing his wrist and pulling him from the room. I don't think the blond ever looked so bewildered in all his life, "What's going on?"
"Nothing." I told him, stilling holding his hand. We made it out of the building and hopped in to his car. Demyx started the vehicle and pulled away from the curb without any more questions, only glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.
My time was limited now, I knew it.
We pulled up to the front of his house, leaving the car for one of the servants to park around back. I scrambled in to the house and up the steps, trying to get to my room. Dem was still following me and I really wished he wasn't. If he continued to ask me questions, I'd probably start to answer.
"Zexion, wait!" He grabbed my elbow just as we made it inside my room, "What's going on... what did Leon found out?"
He eyes were staring right in to me, making me a little nervous. I tried to look away, "I can't tell you, Dem."
The blond didn't push it any further, maybe understanding that something was seriously wrong.
"I think..." I sighed, sitting on my bed, "I think I'm almost out of time." Demyx looked down at his feet, as if pondering this. My heart dropped as he bit his lip in thought and left the room.
Laying back on my bed, I groaned and tried to pinch off the oncoming headache.
X.
"Why doesn't Seifer like me?" Sora asked innocently, leaning back against Riku's chest.
"Seifer's a jerk." I told him, shaking my head.
"So why do you hang with him?" The brunet stared up at me with wide, sad, blue eyes.
"I don't know." But I did know.
X.
I shot up out of my bed, my hands shaking and sweat rolling down my face. The room seemed too dark, and the air seemed too thick. I felt as I'd just been shocked.
"You okay?" Someone whispered from the doorway. Shivering with fright, I swallowed harshly and turned to search the darkness. Demyx stepped forward, though I knew it was him, and gave me a look of concern.
"No." I answered truthfully, wiping the sweat away with my arm.
"Nightmare?" He asked, sitting on the edge of my bed. When had he come in here?
"Yes." I noticed my shirt was soaked through and sticking to my skin. My flannel pants were damp from the sweat as well, and I felt completely overheated, "I need to change." I told him, standing on my shaky legs to get to the closet. The blond waited patiently as I stepped in to the closet, and leaned against the wall for support. My breathing was ragged.
Kicking off my pants and boxers, I found a fresh pair of underwear and a silky pair of shorts to pull on instead. Abandoning my shirt, I blindly grabbed a new one off the hanger.
Dem was still sitting on my bed, looking increasingly more worried, "Look, Zex... are you gunna be okay?"
I nodded too hurriedly and collapsed back on my bed. The blond stared at me.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. My mind was too exhausted to follow his apology, and I couldn't even figure out what he was sorry for.
"Do you forgive me?"
"For what?" I managed to whisper.
"For blowing up on you." He scooted closer, reaching out to rub my knee.
"It's fine, Dem." I reassured him. He inched his way up the bed towards me, a frown on his face. There was a tense second where we stared back and forth, and I knew what was coming.
His kiss seemed rushed and desperate, his hands nearly clawing at my skin. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him flush on top of me and he wasted no time in finding my tongue with his own, only pulling back to bite on my lip. I couldn't control my hands, almost confused as to where they were. They slid from his back and down to his sides, gripping the jeans he'd never changed out of.
I was too tired to keep up with his fast pace, and let him take full control of the situation. He seemed to understand, and did so easily, grinding his hips in to mine and biting at the tender skin of my neck. My shirt was yanked off willingly, and I gasped at the sudden warmth of his body against mine. We were both leaving no time to think... no time to ponder what was now happening.
A warm hand brushed against my stomach, massaging the tense muscles above my waist ban. I could feel his mouth working its way down from my neck to my chest, biting each area, and then leaving little soothing kisses afterwards. I hadn't done anything with anyone for a long time, but I could feel the memories brushing against my mind and reminding of what to do. I weaved a hand in to his hair, yanking softly a few times experimentally.
His blond head popped up, hesitating for the first time. His hands were settled on my thighs, rubbing circles. I could sense his fear and sat up, reaching out to help him out of his shirt. We switched places, so he was the one laying on the bed and I was hovering above him. His hands were clenched tightly on to to the sheets, anticipation riding through his body and sending shivers down his spine. Already lacking a belt, his pants were riding extremely low. I tugged on them a little, liking how easily they came off.
"Zexion..." There was no reluctance in the name, nor any fright. It was simply a slight whisper, maybe even a small show of affection, and I figured he was okay enough for me to continue on.
Noticing for the first time the little trail of blond hair that dipped under his boxers, I ran my thumb along it and placed a kiss at the top. I paused to take in the site of Demyx's nearly naked body, rising and falling with his quick breaths. Grinning, I found it a little humorous that I was the smaller one, yet I was now the one in control here.
Pulling back on his boxers a little, I stared curiously at the obvious tan line while his hand unknowingly slid down his side and grabbed a hold of my wrist. I looked up at his face, watching his eyes as they squeezed shut. There was a moment where I began to wonder if we should be doing this, but pushing that thought aside, I exposed of the last article of clothing on his body.
The rush of cold air must have made him shiver, because a ripple ran trough his body and he opened his eyes in surprise. I quickly dipped my head down, giving his inner thigh a small lick. He swallowed and reached down to squeeze my shoulder in nervousness. Sending him a reassuring look, I took all of him in to my mouth. His eyes shot wide before closing completely, a gasp escaping from his lips.
He was done nearly right away, the new experiences consuming him greedily. Almost as soon as he caught his breath, I was flipped over on to my back and pushed in to the bed. My silk shorts were still on, but not for long. The blond didn't even look at me as he repeated my actions in a rush. Between my exhaustion and tonight's exertions, everything was soon over with, leaving me breathless and incapable of moving. The blond collapsed at my side, pulling my freshly washed covers up and laying his head on my shoulder.
I wanted to say something, but my eyes closed before I got the chance. Demyx didn't seem to mind though, seeing as his breath was back and he began to sing softly, "Love, reign o'er me, rain on me.."
There was a slight intake of air, "On the dry and dusty road, the nights we spent apart alone, I need to get back home... to cool cool rain."
And Zexion drifted off to sleep.
X.
I let out a small hiss at the large bruise forming on my shoulder. Warm lips brushed against the wounded area apologetically, making me quiver.
"I'm sorry." The other whispered, leaning his head on my shoulder and kissing the back of my neck.
I inhaled his scent with a smile and shrugged, because, well, I wasn't really hurt.
"S'fine." I told them, twisting under the sheets that just barely covered my waist, "I'll be fine."
If you're at all confused, it's understandable at this point.
-Jaspen
