Tiger lilies final chapter part three!

Gentle hands held him close as the sharp pain blossomed across his bottom back. He held his breath, finding it helped to deal with it as he slowly lowered himself down. Demyx remained still, his breath cutting across Zexion's ear and into his hair. Calmness radiated from the blonde, and he only worked to relax Zexion, who refused to stop until he was fully seated. When he was, the fact that he had to breathe was inevitable and the air escaped his lungs in a small cry, a small tear running down his cheek. The cry was lost under the sound of music coming from the movie that still played, but they both heard it, and it only made Demyx hold him closer.

Zexion slowly tested himself once the pain dulled by lifting himself up just a few inches and then slowly sitting back down. The strong pain returned and he froze, afraid to move. Demyx brought their lips together in a soft kiss. "We can stop, Zexy. We don't need to do this just yet."

"No, I want this."Zexion's voice was small. "But m-maybe you should…" his face turned a deeper red out of embarrassment, feeling dirty somehow when he said anything about things such as this.

Demyx nodded, carefully and slowly switching their positions so that Zexion was somewhat comfortable on his back. He lowered himself down so that all his weight rested on his forearms, their bodies pressed together. He moved his hips, trying to keep his knees from getting soar when a small sound came from Zexion. Demyx froze, afraid he had hurt his lover, but it almost sounded like...a moan? He moved his hips in much the same way again and watched as Zexion's eye lids un-scrunched. "Do you like that?"

Zexion nodded, moving his arms around Demyx's neck. With this positive feedback Demyx became bolder and lowered his head, testing by taking one of the small nipples in between his lips and nipping at it. Zexion arched his back in surprise. Demyx let go of the bud, letting his mouth trail across to the other. "Do you like that?" Zexion nodded and gasped as Demyx bit down on his other nipple, using his tongue to lick it better.

Zexion began to shiver as warm hands began to travel across his chest and stomach, rubbing the skin until it was as warm as the hands and body above him. He was enjoying the touches when Demyx decided to make him jump by grazing against his member. It was by accident, Demyx quickly pulled his hand away, but Zexion grabbed it and put it back. One tug had him letting out a small, breathless moan. He looked up and caught Demyx's eyes and saw the love and gentleness in them.

When they had caught each other's gaze, Demyx was taken aback by how much darker Zexion's eyes had become, clouded by lust. And by how much trust there was on those deep, beautiful eyes. "Zexy, I'm going to move." He waited for an ok before he rolled his hips, pushing just a little bit forward. The body below him tensed again, but Demyx was ready for that, running his thumb over Zexion's head slowly, using the distraction to pull out a little before slowly pushing back in.

It was quiet in the house as Roxas watched Axel work in the living room. He was suppose to do this kind of stuff at work, but his boss told him to bring it home and so Axel was spending one of his few nights off doing work. Roxas watched him from the kitchen, a tightly held cup suffering his frustration. It wasn't that he was mad at Axel, he sent all his bad thoughts to his boss, but he wanted Axel to stop and focus all his attention on him. Selfish, maybe, but he was the secret seme in this relationship and he demanded attention, damn it! "Stop working."

Axel mumbled from the couch, his eyes never leaving the coffee table where a mountain of paper sat.

"Stop working and look at me."

A grumble and Axel was bending over, writing something down.

This meant war. Roxas put the cup down before he broke it and walked over to behind the couch. He took both hands and firmly placed them on the back of Axel's head and gave one good, swift push. With a hard smack Axel's head made contact with the table and a few papers fell to the floor. Before Axel to recover Roxas had walked around and pulled the red head off the couch and onto the floor, straddling him and crossing his arms.

Axel rubbed his forehead. "Rox,"

"I don't like being ignored, Axel. You haven't spoken to me all day, and you refuse to look away from those stupid papers." Roxas glared down at his lover. "Now, are you going to do this willingly or am I going to have to do everything myself?"

Axel watched Roxas carefully, measuring his options. Try to finish work and possibly get Roxas even more pissed at him ie rape, or love his dangerous blonde and get shit from his boss tomorrow when only most of the impossible amount of work will be done? Lose Roxas and keep job or lose money they need but keep Roxas…he hated ultimatums. "Compromise?"

Roxas lifted one slender brow, his mouth still in a firm frown. "Like what?"

"A quick romp to keep you happy until I'm done?"

"Axel!"

Axel put his arms up as shields. "What?"

"It's almost twelve! You have been working nonstop all day damn it!"

"If I don't get this one project done I might lose the job! And we really need the money!"

Roxas had his mouth to open to argue but paused, something he was told the other day coming to the surface. Yeah, I just bought out a smaller company. What's funny is, they had just hired Axel, so in a way, i'm Axel's boss' boss.

Roxas stood up off Axel and calmly made his way to the phone. Pressing it to his ear he dialed a known number and waited for it to ring. One…two…three…four…five…six…

"What?"

"Vexen, I swear to god, if you don't give Axel a decent night off I will kill you with your own damn operating instruments!"

"What are you talking about?" the doctor demanded on the other end of the line.

"Axel has been working nonstop and tonight was his night off, yet somehow it is almost midnight and he still has a mountain of paperwork that needs to get done or he says he'll lose the job. You told me the other day you just bought out his company. Give him the night off. Now."

Vexen grumbled before swearing. "Fine! Fine! He can get the papers done tomorrow."

"Not good enough, Vexen. Give him a real day off, not just a few hours."

"Or else what?"

Roxas took a glance toward Axel, still on the floor. "Larxene. You know I'm her favorite. I can have her at your door in minutes and you won't see any mercy."

"You are a conniving bastard."

"At the moment I don't care, Vexen. So, what is it going to be?"

There was a long pause before Vexen shouted a few choice words at Roxas and hung the phone up. Axel had watched this all from the floor, not afraid to admit that he was afraid of Roxas right now. When had the cute Roxas turned into the evil Roxas? The Controlling Roxas? The seme Roxas? When those blue eyes fell on him he froze, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Go to bed, and if you wake up before eight I'll hurt you."

"No sex?"

"We can worry about that tomorrow, on your day off." Roxas headed up the stairs ahead of Axel. "You have five minutes to clean up."

Zexion groaned softly. He could feel Demyx making small little thrusts up, his control slipping. Both their eyes were dark with pleasure and Zexion could feel his heart shutter. He was the one making Demyx feel so good, he had the ability to give bliss to the one he loved. Now that he was use to the felling of Demyx and the pain was gone he began to move faster, trying to find the spot Demyx had found earlier. Demyx's hands gripped his hips, the blonde's mouth open, his every nerve on fire. "Zexy."

Everything was slow and sweet and careful, the both of them falling deeper and closer as their bodies worked together. Demyx could feel his body getting ready and reached up, taking Zexion onto his hand and stroking him, holding onto the smaller body as it suddenly shuttered, a shaky moan escaping. Demyx wasn't far behind, his hips pushing into Zexion on their own, racking his body with chills.

Zexion rested on top of Demyx, hoping the other wouldn't mind. His body felt tingly and happily tired. He would probably die soon, but he couldn't seem to care. He was happy, and sore, but happy. Incredibly, unexplainably happy, and as Demyx wrapped his arms tightly around him and sighed Zexion felt content. Everything was right with the world for now…at least in his world. "Demyx?"

"Hm?"

"…I love you."