Good early morning to you. I took the requests seriously and wrote you guys a beautiful LEMON. Juicy, yellow, lemony goodness for all to enjoy. I've never written one, and in the first person, as a guy, in a relationship with another guy. It was creepy for me, as you know I am agirl. I have no idea how it actually works, and have no desire for anyone to tell me. I used my imagination and read lots of lemons to kind of get a feel for it. I think I did okey, but you will decide that.

I hope I did a good job with it. Enjoy! :)

The week in the shelter was kind to me, though I had a difficult time adjusting to having absolutely no privacy at all. I mean, even though there were doors and they would be closed, they would not lock. A locked door was not permitted because a lot of the residents were recovering crack addicts, and they were not allowed to have privacy for fear that they would start using again. I was okay with that, because I had nothing for anybody to take or sell. I had no material possessions, and I was grateful for Wes to have a roof over his head at least. I was beginning to think that my life was going to be lived out in this hellhole.

But, sure enough, a week later, Xigbar had called me and set up a time to meet with Demyx. My heart fluttered in my chest, and I busied myself with making my appearance presentable. I still looked like an emo punk rocker from the nineties, but I think Demyx liked it that way, so I didn't bother with trying to figure out how to cut my own hair. Not to mention I would have been bad at it and would have been mocked more than I already was because I was a scrawny little asshole.

So, I brought Wes with me to that meeting, fully expecting both Demyx and Wes to enjoy each other's company, though I was going to have to get on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness.

I found the studio easily enough. I took all the money I had earned for doing menial tasks around the shelter. I took maybe four trains, and three buses, just so I could get four city blocks away. Wes was struggling against me, crying constantly, and drawing attention to himself. I think that he sensed my anxiety, and didn't want me to continue forward if it was going to cause me so much anguish. But, as always, I ignored his cries and soothed him to the best of my ability. I thought that maybe it would all be better if I could just get over this little rut that I had in my life.

Things could get better.

Xigbar greeted me at the door. He had this pissed look on his face, like I was disturbing him. I smiled when I saw him, but frowned soon afterwards. Pissed looks usually meant that something bad was about to happen to me. I shifted Wes defensively, building myself up for what I was sure to be a humiliating kick in my ego.

"What did you bring him for?" Xigbar asked.

"What was I supposed to do with him?" I retorted. "Leave him by himself?"

"You can't bring a baby into a studio," Xigbar said. "That's ridiculous. He'll break something."

"I'll be careful, then." I huffed. I pushed past him, but he stopped me.

"Here," he said. "I'll watch him while you go and ruin my chances at a new album."

I ignored him and gave him Wes. I didn't like him, but I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He was just a baby, and he knew Demyx loved him more than I did. I thanked him hurriedly and head to the elevator. Xigbar told me it was on the top floor, so I pushed the button and waited.

The elevator was extraordinarily slow. It felt like an entire lifetime before the doors opened on my floor. On the way up, I had spoken to many different executives who either hated Xigbar with a burning passion, or thought he was God's gift to music. They were all kind to me and probably thought I was a rock star's errand boy. But I didn't mind that much.

On the top floor, there were no windows, no other doors except for the one at the end of the hall, and no walls to speak of. Everything was coated in a cushion of material that felt like soft sponges. No doubt, they were used to absorb sound, and keep any unwanted noise for making its way onto a track.

I cautiously opened the door to the actual studio, where I saw Demyx sitting at an enormous mixing board. He looked stressed out, and I noticed dozens of cans of Red Bull scattered on the floor. There was a single beat, and the sound of guitars strings and violins. Horns and flutes, all mixed together in a perfect storm of pure bliss. But there was something wrong with it. Even though it sounded perfect, and there were no noticeable flaws that I could identify, it wasn't right. It felt too mechanical and lacked the human emotion that I was sure was poured into it during its production.

"Hello?" I thought I would caution announcing myself, though Demyx didn't look like he was in the mood.

Demyx turned around, eyes bloodshot, face slack. But as soon as he saw me, he frowned and spun back into place, completely ignoring me. He didn't even acknowledge my existence save for the disgusted look on his face.

"May I come in?"

Demyx didn't answer me and just waved his hand. It could have been taken as either an invitation, or a shun. I decided to take it as an invite, though it was probably meant as a dismissal and I sat on the small couch that was directly across from the mixing board. I spent a little under a half an hour just watching Demyx work. He moved knobs, and pushed buttons, and slid tiny levers up and down, but he was still never satisfied with whatever he was listening to. I thought it sounded fine, though I had absolutely no experience in the music field. I could still tell that it was missing the human emotion that made music come alive.

"Why are you here?"

Demyx had addressed me, and I had barely been aware of it until he turned and looked at me. "Why are you here?"

He sounded angry, and I didn't want to try and calm him. He had a right to be mad at me. After all, I had rejected everything about him even though he had exposed his entire being to me. I hadn't accepted him for who he was, and therefore, was wasting his time by being here.

But I wanted to make things right, really, I did. And to start, I had to apologize. But, not just say the words. I actually had to resort to begging, and trying my hand at making him laugh, and do everything I had to because I had fucked up this relationship. I had to do the work this time, not Demyx. And I was fully prepared to do so.

"I wanted to apologize."

"You tried that already," Demyx spat. "It didn't work. I don't want you in here."

"But, you need to listen to me."

"No!" Demyx yelled, jumping to his feet. "You need to listen to me! You have broken my heart one too many times. You are just wasting your time, trying to appease me with whatever lie you have locked away in that deranged little mind you have. I'm over it. I'm over you. Get the fuck out."

"I can't do that."

"Now, Zexion!"

"I can't do that!"

Demyx huffed and turned his head away. "If you don't leave now, I'll call security, and they will kindly throw you on your ass."

"Demyx," I started. I wanted to give him a reason to take me back. I tried to think of one thing that could make him forgive me in that instant, and I was coming up blank. I had nothing. No memories that could make us both smile, and no storied of good times to share. What we had was an emotional war. Not a friendship.

And, as I stood there and looked at the only person who had ever been there for me, I realized how much pain I had put this man through, and I deeply deeply regretted it. I wanted to scream my apologies, beg him for forgiveness and promise him everything in the world, but I just simply could not do it. I could accept him, I couldn't be the emotional equivalent of a shoulder to cry on, and I couldn't understand him.

I was a wall.

"Demyx," I took a breath and built up that confidence I had whenever I was trying to convince someone of something, but I was sincere. I wasn't going to hide anything from him, or lie, or not tell the whole truth. I was going to expose exactly who I was. My true self.

"I don't love you." I said flatly. "And I don't think I will. Not for a very long time. I cannot be that person for you when you feel like shit, because I will only make you feel worse. That's who I am. I don't even love Wes like I should, even though I've been providing him with everything he needed. I can't say I love you and mean it because I don't. I don't love anything.

"I don't know why I'm like this. I've tried being something else—someone else—but I just can't keep lying to myself. Love, to me, is like taking a hammer and smashing my fingers with it. I just don't want to deal with it right now. I can't take it.

"I can't love you." I hung my head, feeling better now that I had gotten that off my chest, but still feeling low. And I had almost forgotten the most important thing. "At least not yet." And that was the truth.

Demyx glared at me, and I glared right back, knowing that I could not do anything else besides that. That's what I did when I was trying to get my point across, and it usually worked. But not this time, I don't think. Demyx didn't say anything to me. He simply sat down and continued to move levers and twist knobs.

I sat down, not wanting to be over bearing. And I sat there for another half an hour. And then an hour, then two. I had fallen asleep on the couch. I was exhausted, and hearing the same song over and over again made it hard for me to concentrate. I heard the same sounds, rolling over each other, coaxing me into a dream world where everything was okay.

After a while, Demyx had nudged me awake. He was smiling for some unknown reason, and he pulled me up into a hug. He had been crying, I could hear it in his voice when he whispered his forgiveness into my ear. I was happy. And he had told me that he finished his song, and wanted me to hear it.

I politely declined, but Demyx whined. And I was overjoyed to hear that horrifying childish sound. He leaned on me, whining louder. I pushed him away, but he clung to my arm. And when I pushed him harder, he fell, taking me with him.

Just like at his apartment, we rolled over each other, the innocent play fighting turning into a real fight. I think Demyx was taking his frustrations out on me. And I deserved it. Though, it didn't hurt as much as last time. Mostly because that anger turned into lust rather quickly.

"I'll forgive you," Demyx said. He was lying right on top of me, so I couldn't escape. "But only on one condition."

I squirmed under his weight, but I was still trapped. "What's the condition?"

Demyx touched his nose to mine. "I get to tease you for all eternity."

"You'll forgive me if I let you make fun of me?" I asked incredulously.

To the outside observer, that didn't sound like such a bad condition. In fact, it sounded pretty easy. And considering my ego, and the way I handled most situations, that shouldn't have been such a hard thing to say yes to. He would only play a few pranks and make little references to it, right? But Demyx went way over board when it came to his pranks and 'little references'. His mockery would rain from the sky and make me feel incredibly stupid.

I should know. I've seen it before.

But, that wasn't so bad. And I was eager for his forgiveness, so I wiggled under him and nodded slowly. I knew I would regret it one day, but that day was not today. Demyx breathed on me, and I tried to not look at him, knowing that I would grow hot. He stared at me and pressed his lips to mine.

I instinctively turned my head away. And he pulled away and furrowed his brow.

"What?" he said. "Am I going too fast?"

"Uh…no," I said. I pushed up against him and he rolled off of me and helped me to my feet. "I just have to get Wes."

I left the room and headed down the hallway. And I didn't hear his footsteps as he approached me from behind. I didn't know he had been following me until he wrapped his arm over my shoulder and pushed the elevator button.

"I'll come with you," he said playfully.

"You don't have to do that." I knew I was blushing. There was no way he couldn't catch it either. It was obvious.

"Nonsense!" He cried. He pulled me into the elevator and pressed the Lobby button.

"Look," I said quietly. "I appreciate you, Demyx, really I do. It's just…"

"Do you want this?"

He question caught me off-guard, as did his sudden change in tone. He was asking me his most important question, and I realized that he was purposely trying to not use the "L" word. And, for that, I hugged him. The elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened behind me, but Demyx stopped the two men trying to come inside.

"Could you give us a little privacy?" Demyx asked. He held out a hand and the two men backed out of the car.

"You didn't have to do that," I said. I pulled away from him, still trying to stifle the blush on my cheeks. "That was inconvenient to them."

"I don't care," Demyx muttered. "Does that mean you accept?"

I sniffed. "I don't know. I mean, you have given me everything and I have nothing to show for it. I can't do anything for you."

Demyx winked at me. "That's not entirely true."

I didn't want to know where he was going with that, but it was pretty much presented itself when he kissed me again, only this time, I didn't resist him. The elevator doors opened again and a young woman stepped onto the elevator. We had parted from our heated make-out session, and I managed to smooth my hair down before she noticed anything. She stood in between us and I kept glancing at Demyx.

He was dancing on the balls of his feet, whistling merrily. As we reached the lobby, I think our sexual tension was audible. Xigbar passed us, Wes babbling in his arms.

"Hey," he called. "Where do you think you're going?"

Demyx danced up to him and pressed his hands together in prayer. I thought it looked funny, but I could see he was begging Xigbar for something. I wasn't sure what it was until Demyx whooped out loud and grabbed my hand again.

"Where is he—?"

"Don't worry about it," Demyx said. "He'll watch Wes for you."

I didn't get the chance to answer him before he shoved me into a taxi and closed the door. I wasn't even paying attention to the address that he gave the driver, and my mind was spinning in circles. Was this really happening?

Demyx pushed me back into the seat and attacked my mouth, probing the inside with his tongue roughly. I pushed him back.

"What are you doing?" I cried. He pressed his lips to mine again and pulled away. He was playing with me.

"Oi! Get out!" the cab driver yelled.

Demyx threw a wad of money at the driver and pulled me out of the taxi. He was so forceful, but gentle in the way he would lead me, or rather, the way he pushed me around. I didn't want to admit that I liked it. My God damn ego was getting in the way. But, I really didn't have time to think about it. Demyx was overbearing, pushing me against the wall of the hallway as he hastily unlocked the door to his apartment.

"You so cute when you blush," Demyx growled in my ear.

I pushed him away, turning away in embarrassment. "Stop it."

"No, really." Demyx said. "It's sexy."

I smiled and leaned in his arms. He hugged me and slid my coat off my shoulders slowly. My legs went numb, and I allowed Demyx to push me onto the couch. He kissed me roughly, nuzzling against my neck. I pulled him close to me, urging him forward.

He stripped my shirt off, keeping his lips on mine. We broke for only a moment, just enough time to remove my shirt, and he attacked me again. I had to pull my head away so I could breathe, but he wouldn't relent.

Then, he stopped. His nose was pressed to mine, and we panted on each other. I flushed. We didn't need to speak to ask each other if we truly wanted this. I already knew he wanted it.

But did I?

I dwelled on it for what? A minute? A second? I don't even know, but I found myself wrapping my arms around Demyx and biting every bit of flesh I could.

He was irresistible. He tasted so good, and I couldn't help myself. I exhibited every bit of enthusiasm as he did, returned every nibble and gentle caress. I was completely his, and we fit together so perfectly.

"Are you sure you want this?" Demyx asked as he licked my shoulder. "I don't want to do this if you don't want it."

He was lying. I knew he was lying. But, I didn't care. I nodded and pressed my body to his. He moaned softly, enjoying the contact we had. It was obvious that we were both aroused. I touched him softly, eliciting a short hiss of satisfaction from him. I liked the sound and pulled his clothing off. I didn't know what was driving me to do such a thing, but he wasn't complaining and neither was I.

I kissed him. We had a short battle over dominance, and he won, but I rolled over on top of him and ruffled his hair. I smiled devilishly and pulled the lobe of his ear with my teeth.

"Not this time, buddy," I huffed.

He groaned in annoyance, but I quickly turned that into a moan as I teased his nipples. I wasn't that good at showing affection, but when I had girlfriends they never complained. I worked my way down his chest and dipped my tongue into his belly button. I knew he was ticklish and I more than took advantage of that, choosing to brush his sides with the tip of my tongue. He giggled and wriggled underneath of me, whining as usual.

"Please," he whimpered. "Stop teasing."

"Sorry, Demyx," I stopped my teasing at stared at him. "That's what you get for choosing a sociopath."

He laced his fingers through my hair and moaned again. I returned to playing with his body, gently licking and nipping his skin. Laughing softy as his goosebumps grew. He urged me forward, but I was nervous. This would be my first time giving such pleasures to a guy, and I had never even thought about attempting it until today. I was scared that I would be bad at it, but I would just simply listen to his reaction.

Moans, good. Hisses, bad.

I'll admit that, at first, he hissed a lot. Always asking me to be careful. But, after I became more confident with my own ability, he relaxed, and he began to move with me. I enjoyed hearing his moans. I felt that arrogance rise in my heart, and I took Demyx in a little more than I had intended. I felt that gag-reflex force him back up, and at the same time, he reached that edge of ecstasy.

I had to swallow his juices or I was going to drown, and I was surprised that it tasted good. Fresh. A little tart and salty, but that was natural. I licked my lips and sat up, relishing in Demyx's slight trembles. I had pleased him.

But I looked down at my own neglected manhood and frowned. I was going to have to do something about it, or I was going to pass out. I grasped it firmly and pumped back and forth, feeling it harden more. Demyx was already there, breathing heavily. I moved my hand in rhythm with his pants, and was surprised to feel a second hand join mine. Demyx grinned and kissed me, pushing my hand away.

"Allow me."

I did. He wasted no time, and was much more skilled in the handling of such a sensitive organ than I was. He pushed me on my back and whispered the sweetest song in my ear. I was so close, it scared me. And I was trying to hold myself back. Trying to not give him more fodder for his teasing, but he was relentless. I tried to stay quiet, but Demyx made sure that that was an impossible task.

I came in his hand, crying his name just like I had before. My hands found his hair and I scratched his scalp as I rode out my orgasm. He enjoyed my moans just as much as I had enjoyed his, and he curled up next to me, still singing. If there was one thing he could not stand to not do, it was sing. He sang in the shower, he sang while making breakfast, and he sang while he fucked me.

And I loved it.

I think I was the one to fall asleep first. Demyx had hummed his melodies when he became too tired to sing, and it drifted off as he nestled his face in my hair. We slept like that for a few hours, wrapped in our own fluids, covered in kisses and bite marks. I was happy, the hole in my heart filled with emotions that I had seldom ever felt. I think my mind had just fastened itself a family it liked.

Picture perfect in almost every way.

*Shrug* Not sure if that was good. I think it added to the story, so it wasn't a pointless sex scene. *is trying to rationalize*

Whatever. Hope you loved it. Leave reviews and blah blah blah, you know the rest. I think there maybe one more chapter before the whole big epic ending that I love. We'll see how the next chapter comes out. And I don't know if this counts as novel length yet, but it is slightly longer than a ficlet, shorter than novel-length. I think this is oficially a novella. Horray!

Has a nice day. :)