Chapter 10: Let It All Out

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Demyx was smiling and, as Xigbar had determined, this was a new kind of smile. It wasn't sensual, it wasn't faked, and it wasn't even his normal genial smile. As he approached the elder, his smile was strangely soft, subdued even. The blonde moved into the always welcoming circle of Xigbar's arms, curling up against his strong chest and sighing in an almost girlish way that the freeshooter was unaccustomed to.

"What's eatin' you, babe?" The words slip easily from his thin lips, masking a worry that threatened to break through. Demyx had been acting strangely for the past few weeks, and something had to be up for the boy to be simply cuddling up to him with no suggestive comments.

"Nothing's 'eating' me, Xig…I feel amazing." He says it with that silly gentle smile, like pure joy hidden under a careful mask that kept the corners from turning up too much lest he be given away.

That was it – Demyx never said he felt amazing. Something was definitely up. His little water mage was always horny, always just alright, always a little sleepy. Never, ever was he amazing. Xigbar pulled him away, just a little bit so he could meet his ocean blue eyes.

"Why amazing today, Demy?" He grins though he fears the answer; he knows what Demyx has been striving for out of their relationship, and he doesn't want it. Demyx twists and turns in a nervous but fluid way, swaying like the waves of the ocean he loves. His sea glass eyes light up in a moon bright way that somehow matches that sweet little smile, and he looks down as though speechless for the first time in his life.

"Xigbar…" he breathes, and he never uses his full name. 'Xigbar' was something important, something he longs to say but is anxious about revealing. 'Xigbar' was only for when he was being completely serious; 'Xigbar' was something never said.

"Demyx…" the elder returns the favor, using his boy's full name and marveling over new colors he never noticed before in his eyes. Demyx takes his weathered hand, deciding to let gestures speak what his lips can't accurately form. That hand is trailed across the boy's frail chest, down down and down some more before coming to rest low on his belly. The skin is flat and reveals nothing, but the message is sent and Xigbar pulls away.

Demyx looks betrayed, but comes forward again, vying for the correct response. This isn't working out at all like he had envisioned; his perfect plan is falling apart in his none too careful hands.

"Xigbar…Xig…?" He says it desperately, tears already stinging the corners of his beautiful eyes. He reaches to grab his lover's hand, and his breath hitches when the hand is jerked away.

"Ah, Dem…shit, Dem…" is all Xigbar has to say in response, running a shaking hand through his long hair. He roots a condom out of his pocket, flashes it to Demyx. "I had these for a reason, honey…but you turned it down. I thought you would be prepared to deal with the consequences."

Demyx full out sobs at this, choking out words that sound too frantic for his musician's voice.

"Please, Xig…! Isn't this great, please, tell me this is wonderful! I love you and you love me and…"

"…and I don't want kids." Xigbar finishes, cutting his babbling clean. He feels cold and awful, sick in some way as he watches Demyx fall to a crouch on the floor. Either way, he spits "You can either get rid of it or raise it on your own. I'll have no part in any of this. You were fun, Dem, you were so fun, but that's just it – you were sex. I could have stayed with you forever, but I never would have settled down with you. We all know I'm hardly the type."

"What do you mean, you're not the type??" Demyx practically screeches with a hand on his stomach protectively, perhaps in the hopes of blocking his child from hearing its father's rejection. "No, let me tell you something, Xig. Axel is hardly the type, Marluxia is hardly the type, so where do you get off walking out like this? Why can't you just…just fucking take responsibility?? I know you're scared…oh, baby, I'm scared too…but…but we can do this, alright? If they can do it, we can too…please, baby, don't leave me like this. Not when I need you most."

Xigbar is swayed, he would never deny that to anyone, and he loves the boy on the floor. But fear is truly the most powerful of emotions, and he would never deny that he was terrified, either. So he did what instinct dictated, and he merely looked down at Demyx.

"I'm sorry," he says, and he means it. He means it more than he has ever meant those words in his life, and he can't bear to look back at his sweet little lover as he walks out. He hears the mage's heartbroken cries all the way through the closed door to the Hall of Empty Melodies.

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Marluxia lay happily with his head in Zexion's lap, enjoying the hand toying with his candy pink hair and the other one rubbing small circles onto the raised skin of his stomach. He had made it this time past the mark where he lost the last one, and the three month worry period was over as well. Zexion happily talked to what he insisted was his son, and Marluxia believed him. The grey-haired nobody had a knack for predictions, so who was going to rebuke him? Marluxia was please to just have his baby still doing fine, though he came close to losing it a month ago.

Zexion had found him bleeding on the floor, and had rushed him to Vexen. The older scientist had scoffed at first, but upon seeing the worry in his unrequited love's eyes, he admitted the assassin into his labs. He had quelled the bleeding, sutured small wounds, and took the ultrasound machine back out to examine the young man. More defined now, it had been adorably curled up, presumably sleeping. Marluxia broke out crying to see it yawn tiredly on the monitor; lips pouting like Zexion's when he relaxed them. The nose was also obviously Zexion-derived, more upturned than Marluxia's, and the younger was ecstatic.

"So…" Zexion said softly, interrupting his train of thought. It burst as easily as a bubble to his eager ears. "Have you thought of names, my dear? Don't bother with girl names – they will prove utterly unnecessary. Also, I fear a daughter of ours would be Rose or Lily if you had any say in the matter. But…Sable is a lovely name for a boy, I think."

"Hmm…" Marluxia mused, finger poised on his perfect lips. "I…I was thinking that maybe…Sunder. Yeah…Sunder would be a wonderful name for a little boy."

Zexion smirked subtly, wondering vaguely if the name had been chosen from his word of choice – 'asunder'. Either way, it rolled off the tongue and sounded fitting for Marluxia's and his son. It was just elegant enough to benefit Zexion, and just cute enough to please his lover.

"I'll tell you what," Zexion reasoned, reaching a hand under his tight shirt and rubbing his thin index finger against the assassin's now decidedly distended belly button. It had amused and intrigued the schemer, who was just now beginning to notice the all-of-a-sudden changes that had begun occurring in his lover. He continued "…if the boy has my hair, we name it Sable. If he has your hair, then he will be called Sunder. Deal?"

"Deal," Marluxia agreed, humming approvingly at his fingers. Every inch of skin had become deliciously sensitive in pregnancy, and the pink haired man enjoyed every touch with heightened senses.

Zexion took note of his stimulation, and exploited it by trailing his fingers down to his waistband teasingly, touching the darker pink hair beneath. Marluxia gasped sharply, begging for more before the elder had even gotten started. So the grey-haired man was happy to oblige, propping Marluxia up on the couch and moving him to sit in his lap as a slender hand moved to grip his ass firmly. His lover was hard already, erection straining against pajama pants, and Zexion slowly removed the hindering obstruction. The shirt came next, significantly harder to remove than the loose pants, and then Zexion set to work freeing his own arousal.

Marluxia was quick to let out a hand to wrap around his aching member, but Zexion stopped him, lifting him to straddle his thin waist. The assassin smile seductively in a knowing way before slamming himself down, perhaps a little too hard, on his hard-on.

"Easy, sweetheart," Zexion purred, keeping a hand protectively on Marluxia's rounding stomach as a silent warning. The younger heeded it well, moving slower than he normally would have under different circumstances. The lovers dueled tongues, fighting for the already established dominance as they rocked hips to an internal beat. They moved in perfect tandem with each other, each considerate of the other's wants. While Marluxia nibbled on Zexion's ear, the other set to work on marking his pale neck, just how they liked it. Such a short amount of time had them already programmed in unison like the oldest couples, and Marluxia was only too willing to cater to his lover's every want.

"I love you," Marluxia moaned sincerely in his ear, back arching to the best of its abilities as he spilled onto Zexion's taut stomach. Zexion followed suit, burying himself as deep as he would allow and coming hot into him.

Finished and more easily exhausted now, Marluxia rested his head on Zexion's chest before yawning sleepily. Zexion lifted him easily, laying him gently on the bed before curling against his back. Marluxia never slept on his back anymore; even making love in the traditional way set his back to aching, so Zexion was courteous and willing to allow him to sleep on his side. He wrapped an arm around his pink haired lover, hand on his stomach where he could almost imagine that he felt tiny little movements from his unborn son against his palm.

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And you said "I know that this will hurt,

But if I don't break your heart, things will just get worse."

Hello! Wow, I updated pretty fast this time! Sorry there was no Akuroku in this chapter, but I really needed to delve into the other two parts of the plot! I also apologize for the darker turn this story is taking - I recognize that some of you aren't going to like it. But, I thought I should clear some things up. First: Roxas is NOT in love with Riku. Sora is in love with Riku, and since Roxas's memories are all dissolving, he's started to remember Sora's feelings over his own. Two: Roxas is NOT going to take a turn for the better. The ending is not going to be a happy one, and it accurately spans the amount of time he was in the Organization, and will vaguely follow that timeline. That being said, thanks to all of you for reading and reviewing!