Hey there! Well, do ya like the title, or what? As you probably guess, there is a lemon in here, but it's not very explict. I don't know if I should change the rating so if you think I should, tell me, okay. BTW: With Christmas coming up, it might take a while to get the next chapter up, but I will get it up as soon as I can. Happy Holidays! Well, without further adue, chapter 12.
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Chapter 12: When Life Gives You Lemons
Demyx raced to his room, Zexion's hand in his. When they got there, Demyx plopped down on the bed and Zexion unpacked his stuff. "So… What do you want to do?" Demyx asked, freely plucking the strings on his sitar.
"When you invited me over I assumed you had something planned." The shorter boy replied.
"I did." Was all Demyx said and Zexion understood.
"Have you got any board games?"
"Yeah, what do you like?"
"Got clue?"
"Sorry, no."
"Monopoly?"
"Ugh, no I hate that game."
"Life?"
"Yeah, I wish."
"Pictionary?"
"Great, let's play that!" Demyx went to his large walk in closet and Zexion followed. The slate haired boy stood, gawking at the taller boy's large, filled closet. Zexion had never seen so many clothes in one place before. Demyx snickered at his boyfriend's expression. "Do ya like it?"
"Demyx, I don't even think the mall has this many clothes."
"I like a variety."
"Have you even worn half of this?"
"Well, more than half, but not all of it. Oh, I found it!" Demyx pulled Pictionary off one of the shelves and led Zexion back to the bed room.
~*~Reno: I be back with a page break, yo~*~
"Jackal? Jackal! Is it a jackal? It's a jackal! Right, a jackal? Yeah, it's a jackal!" (A cookie to whoever knows where that's from.) Demyx went on and on until the timer stopped.
"No, Demyx it wasn't a jackal." Zexion's eye twitched slightly as he held up a picture of a house. "Does this look anything like a jackal?"
"Ugh, duh, man I'm stupid! That's obviously a cow!"
"Are you sight impaired?"
"No, I just like the word Jackal." Zexion couldn't help but laugh at Demyx's proud grin. The two were leaning closer, eyes glazed with longing. As soon as their lips came in contact, a loud slamming noise broke them apart.
"What the hell was that?" The shorter boy asked, frightened.
"Crap…Mom's home." Footsteps were heard down the hall. "Crap, she's coming, Zexion go in the closet and don't come out until I tell you." Zexion obeyed just as the door was slammed open. "Is there something you need Mother?"
"Cut the crap you piece of shit!" The woman shouted, stunning Demyx temporarily.
"M-mother, is something wrong?"
"Yes, you're still here! I want you and your piece of crap sister out of my house!"
"B-but Mother-"
"Stop calling me that!"
"Wha-"
"I'm not your mother! That whore your father loves so much, she's your mother!
"What are you talking about?"
"Ugh, I can't take this anymore!" She lunged at him, only to be stopped by the slate haired angel.
"Don't you dare touch him!" Zexion shouted at the woman.
"Who the fuck are you?" She spat. "Wait, you must be that boy… the one this fag has been shagging." She pointed to Demyx's shocked form.
"How dare you talk about Demyx that way?"
"You dare talk to me that way?" She stood up, ready to pull a punch when someone behind he caught her fist.
"Leave these kids alone, Anna!" Demyx's father shouted.
"Let go of me you shit!"
"Dad, what the hell is going on?" Demyx shouted when he finally found his voice again.
"I suppose I should explain. You see, Demyx, Anna here isn't your mother, Aerith is." Demyx's father took a deep breath. "The Nocturne family is split into two branches, the side branch and the main branch. Anna is from the main branch and I am from the side branch, we're cousins. I was in love with Aerith almost all my life, but I was arranged to marry Anna so that the main branch and the side branch would become one branch. However, I refused to let her bare my children. I had been living a second life with Aerith and she soon conceived you and then Namine, Sora, and Roxas. They're triplets. You and Namine were still babies when Anna found out. We decided that the two of you needed to come live with us so we could pretend that you were our children… main branch children."
"And now, I want all of you bastards out of my house!" Anna shouted again.
"No, Anna, I want you out of my house."
"No, this is my house! I'm in the main branch!"
"This house and everything in it was signed under my name. It's all mine. I want you, and the few things you own, out now." Anna tore her arm away from her husband/cousin and stormed off toward her room to gather her few belongings.
"I'm really sorry about this, kids."
"I-it's okay, Father, really." Demyx replied, shaking slightly. He couldn't believe that nearly his whole life had been a lie.
"I'm going to pick up Aerith, Sora, and Roxas. They're going to live with us now. I'll be back in a few hours." And with that, Demyx's father left the room. Demyx was still sitting on the floor shaking. Zexion couldn't bear to see him like this. The schemer knelt down in front of Demyx and pulled him into a passionate kiss. They sat like that for a while before finally breaking for air.
"It'll be okay, Demyx." Zexion reassured him.
"I don't know, Zexion. Everything I know is a lie." Demyx sobbed into his knees. Zexion caressed the boy's face and lifted his chin with his index finger.
"Well, there's at least one thing you know that isn't a lie."
"Hm?" Demyx sounded and Zexion took a deep breath. He was really going to do it, say those three words that ruined his last relationship.
"I love you, Demyx." Demyx's eyes widened as he gazed into Zexion's lidded ones. He knew how hard it must have been for Zexion to say that. Without thinking, Demyx pulled the other boy into a forceful, yet loving, kiss.
"I love you too, Zexion." Was all Demyx said before pulling the other into another passionate kiss.
Demyx led Zexion to the bed and soft kisses turned into moaning and grunting, intertwining fingers, tangled legs, and grinding hips. Soon, moans and groans turned into screams, fingers moved for preparation, legs positioned themselves, and grinding turned to thrusting. Then, an explosion of ecstasy shook both bodies. Demyx pulled out and lay to rest next to his sleeping lover.
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Demyx flung the door open and dashed into the classroom. "I'm… so s-sorry… I'm late." He said between breaths as he went to take his seat between Axel and Roxas. As expected, the teacher gave him a detention. Axel looked at the musician suspiciously, never in all the years he had known him, had Demyx ever been so careless about his hair. Demyx's usual mullet-Mohawk was messy and lacked the usual amount of hairspray. Then Axel noticed the smell. Demyx always smelt like the ocean, but today, Axel detected another scent. It was familiar, he knew, but he had never smelt it on Demyx. What could it be? He thought. It kind of reminded him of Roxas-… Axel knew what the smell was now.
"Demyx, did you have sex last night?" Demyx blushed. Axel said that a little louder than needed. All eyes were on them.
"Axel, shut up. Now's not the time." Demyx whispered, but it was useless, everyone was listening.
"Oh my god, Dem, you did! You really did!" Whispers and snickers were heard around the room until Mr. Leonheart began tapping loudly on his desk. (This is what he did to quiet the students.
"Class, I'm trying to teach a lesson. You can talk about Mr. Nocturne's sex life after class, but for now PAY ATTENTION!" Then he threw a piece of chalk at an unsuspecting Seifer. Hayner giggled, and Seifer glared at him, still mad about Hayner cheating on him.
~*~Reno: Meanwhile, this be happenin', yo~*~
Zexion dashed into his classroom, worried about being late. He had never been late before and honestly did want to start now. "I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Strife."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, Mr. Schemer. You have detention after school today, now take your seat." Zexion sighed, but did as he was told. Zexion cringed slightly when he noticed Demyx's scent stuck on him mixed with sex and sweat. He just hoped no one noticed. However, there was one who did. Zexion couldn't help but notice Lexaeus's glare upon him, his nose crinkled from the smell. The slate haired teen came to one conclusion and that was to avoid his ex for the rest of the day, if not forever. However, that was easier said than done, for the tall male kept his eye on him for the entire day. For once, Zexion had never been so happy to have detention, at least now he wouldn't have to worry about Lexaeus pursuing him in the courtyard.
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Vexen slammed the door to his room and screamed into his pillow. God, I'm so stupid! He thought. He and Marluxia had been secretly dating for almost a month now, and he just couldn't believe it when the pink haired god told him he was marrying Larxene. Vexen thought the other had hated Larxene, yet, he was marrying her. Apparently there was a line, a line between what Marluxia felt for him and what he felt for Larxene.
Vexen: There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.
There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;
And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,
But there's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.
And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity, I've got to close the door
And walk away...
Oh...
There's a fine, fine line between together and not
And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...
There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.
Vexen curled up in his blankets and sighed before drifting to sleep.
If only he knew the truth…
Well, well, well? What did you think? Remember to review now, and flames will be used to warm up Vexen in his hour of need. Untill next time.
