It is done! This chapter anyways. The sequel to Music of Life is killing me but I'm working on it! This one just keeps going on and on with no end in sight so...I have no idea when this will end!! I do not own Kingdom Hearts. Enjoy the next chapter!! Oh, warnings: Language, and limes...sorta...

Demyx burst into his house, sprinting straight for his room. Just as he had suspected, Zexion was sleeping on his bed, and he sighed in relief. Then his eyes narrowed when he saw Zexion was clutching a knife.

"Hey Zexion. Wake up," Demyx ordered, walking over to him.

Zexion's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Demyx. "Sorry. I just didn't feel like staying at school."

"And the knife?" Demyx asked angrily.

"Not what you think," Zexion answered tiredly, draping an arm over his eyes.

"You expect me to believe that?" Demyx demanded, sitting down on the bed next to him.

"Check my arms," Zexion muttered, holding them out and rolling the sleeves up.

There were only old scars that were at least two weeks old. Demyx ran a finger over them before letting them drop.

"So what happened?" he asked.

"My mom has a lawyer to settle the disowning thing," Zexion answered. "I either live with her, find a new place to live, or live in an orphanage until I'm eighteen. I'm going for the orphanage."

"But what if it's really far away?" Demyx asked.

"Then it's really far away," Zexion answered.

"Fuck…I'm going to talk to my parents. They'll take you in," Demyx said determinedly.

"Dem-"

"No. I refuse to let this happen. And you're spending the night here too," Demyx told him firmly.

Zexion stared at him, both eyes wide as he felt tears well up in them. "Dem…thank you…"

Demyx leaned down, kissing him soundly on the lips. Zexion wrapped his arms firmly around his neck and held him closer, the tears finally rolling down his cheeks in small streams. Demyx gently wiped them away with his thumbs as he deepened the kiss, pouring everything he felt for the teen beneath him into it, practically begging for Zexion to understand his feelings.

Zexion finally drew away, panting lightly before tugging Demyx down next to him, clinging to his side tightly. Demyx sighed and wrapped his arms around him, kissing the top of his head lightly. Zexion shuddered within his grasp from suppressed sobs as they wracked his body while Demyx continued to just stroke his back reassuringly.

You're such a fool Zexion…I love you.

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Demyx opened his eyes blearily, searching for the flashing red light of his digital clock. He focused in on it and groaned when he saw it said nine thirty. Parents would be home at eleven and Paine was probably worried sick about Zexion.

Trying not to disturb the still sleeping Zexion, Demyx reached into his pocket and grabbed Zexion's cell phone, flipping it open and quickly searching through his contacts for Paine. Once he found it, he got to his feet and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Paine picked up on the first ring.

"Zexion?" she demanded.

"Nope, Demyx. Zexion's going to stay here for the night. He's a mess and it's not like your mom would want him there anyways," Demyx sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah…you're right. Give him a hug from me, okay? Don't deny it, I know you're dating," Paine teased lightly over the phone.

Demyx laughed, nodding. "I'll take care of him, don't worry."

"Night Demyx."

"Sleep well Paine."

Demyx clicked the phone shut and then tiptoed back to his room, grinning when he saw Zexion sitting up and scratching his head sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Nine thirty. My parents are going to be home at eleven," Demyx told him. "We can talk to them then if you're up for it."

Zexion nodded and Demyx stepped over to him, pulling him to his feet. He kissed him once sweetly on the lips and then led him out to the living room. Demyx sat down on the couch and then motioned for Zexion to sit down next to him. When he did though, Demyx made him lay down, his head resting on Demyx's lap.

Demyx flicked on the television and they both watched it, neither really paying attention to what was going on but instead focusing on one another. Zexion sighed in contentment when Demyx's hand began threading through his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Demyx asked.

Zexion nodded and closed his eyes, feeling himself drifting off into sleep. He didn't get a chance however because at that moment, the door opened and Demyx's mom and dad walked in. Zexion hurriedly sat up as the two of them regarded him silently.

The woman was tall and extremely beautiful with long golden hair and a fair olive complexion. Eyes nearly identical to Demyx's were rimmed with dark eye liner. The man was slim as well and had brown hair that was cut short and his eyes were a misty gray color.

"Um…Mom…Dad…I have a gigantic favor to ask you guys," Demyx started, turning off the television and flicking on the light. "You might want to sit down."

"Just tell us Demyx," his father ordered, moving so his wife could sit down in the chair.

"Zexion's mom wants to get rid of him…and he either lives with us or he's going to be forced to live in an orphanage until he's eighteen," Demyx said quietly.

"I can get a job and support myself, I promise," Zexion told them, wringing his hands nervously.

"Demyx…this is a lot to just throw on us at once. You know we can hardly afford you. We don't have the money to buy extra food for another person," his mother said quietly, though it was obvious she didn't want to disappoint either of them.

"Could you just…try? Please? I'll pay for any food I eat and I can see if my sister can bring me food from our mom's house…please?" Zexion begged, staring at them and chewing his lip.

"We…can try. But if it becomes to much of a strange for us you're going to have to leave…if you don't mind me asking though," his dad started. "How would your sister bring you food? Where is she?"
"She's living with my mom. My mom just…doesn't want me anymore," Zexion mumbled, looking down at his hands.

"Oh honey," Demyx's mom cooed, getting to her feet and wrapping her arms around him tenderly.

Zexion pulled away instantly, feeling awkward being touched by someone else.

"Uh, Mom. Zexion has a touching issue. He doesn't like being touched," Demyx quickly explained.

"Oh…sorry dear," his mom apologized quickly. "Is your other bed made up Demyx?"

"I can right now," Demyx answered. "Come on Zexion."

Zexion got to his feet and Demyx quickly thanked his parents before leading him back to their new room. Demyx clambered up onto the top bunk, peering over the edge as Zexion sat down on the bottom one.

"You can take the bottom, if you don't mind," Demyx told him.

"I don't but could you come down here really quick?" Zexion asked.

Demyx shrugged his shoulders and climbed back down and then sat down next to Zexion.

"What is it?"

Zexion leaned forward and kissed him gently, taking Demyx by surprise by how forward he was. Zexion however, didn't let Demyx take control of the kiss and instead pushed Demyx back onto the bed, straddling his waist and kissing him again, heatedly. He pulled away long enough to whisper,

"Thank you Demyx. Thank you so much. For everything."

And then they were kissing again, Demyx's fingers twining and Zexion's hair and holding him close.

"I love you Zexion. I'd do all this and more, just for you," Demyx whispered.

"Don't leave me alone tonight," Zexion murmured. "I don't want to be alone."

Zexion slid off of him and then cuddled deep into Demyx's side, his head on his chest.

"I won't leave you. Ever," Demyx whispered quietly, eyes slipping close as Zexion fell asleep.