I woke Tuesday morning at 11 am. Zexion was still asleep from the tiresome toil of our actions last night. I had never made such pashionate love to anyone in my life, not before I met Zexion. My eyes traveled from his face where the first tears of pain had stained his cheeks, his neck where kisses and hickies were more promenent, his chest, where hickies speckled his skin and scars, to his hips, where bruises where I had held him, pulling him back into me. We had made love for such a very long time, 5 hours to be exact, and every moment was purely for us, Zexion screaming my name as we came together time and time again. Every sight, every sound, every scent, every taste, every touch, it was still so vivid in my mind. The arch of his back, the sweat on his skin, the breath of his cries, the look in his eyes, it was such a wonderful memory to me, and I knew that I would never, ever, let go of him. If he died, I would die, too, and I know that we would protect each other forever. Our kisses and love-looks were only for each other, and if they ever wavered, our lives would end.

I sighed contently, my fingers stroking over the curve of his waist and hip, remembering how he felt beneath me, clinging to me, begging me to go faster, harder, and upon his every order, I followed like a faithful servant. I remembered the feel of his body pressed against mine as he rode me, that charming blush of his never failing for a moment. I remembered his heavy breath when we finally rested, and the taste of his lips and tongue against my own as we kissed passionately before we curled up to sleep. The moments were so precious. I was Zexion's first. I wanted to be Zexion's only, and I swore to myself that I would never leave him. Never ever. Even if the world was ending, I would stay with him until our last breath's were sucked from us, and we laid without a sound. I closed my eyes and kissed the top of head before I gazed upon the work Zexion did to my body. I was more than certain that Zexion's nails had drawn from how they bit into my skin, but I wasn't willing to leave bed just so I could check in the mirror. I felt my neck for all the swelled areas where Zexion sucked on my neck until hickies were definately going to stay for the next full week. Then, my fingers brushed the tenderest place at my left shoulder, and the memory came back to me. Zexion bit me. I told him to, and when he did, I came so hard into him. I never felt such pleasure before in my life. I smiled as I brushed over the marks. I loved it when he bit me. I couldn't wait for the day where he bit me to turn me. The thought just drove me wild, but I had to be patient for him... That was all I could be.

I continued to rest beside him, watching his beautiful figure as he breathed quietly, the every rise and fall of his chest rhythmic and constant. I smiled and kissed his forehead once more and laid down, my eyes closing once more before opening to see his flickering open.

"Hey." He whispered, smiling faintly.

"Hey." I whispered back. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've just woken up on cloud 9."

"Zex?"

"Yeah?"

"Did it hurt?"

"Huh?"

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" I said and his confused face broke into a smile.

"Not at all, because I was caught by your embrace." he replied, placing a gentle kiss on my lips before we rested our heads back on the pillows and stared at each other.

"Demyx?"

"Yeah?"

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" he said with a coy smile.

"No, because I landed in your heart." And again, we kissed, so tender were those cheesy flirts. Then, gradually, we had to get out of bed. It was 1 in the afternoon when we finally left my apartment, hand in hand with stars in our eyes. We decided to head back to Zexion's shop, and there, Zexion finally dealed with a hord of customers, just because the place actually looked finished. Zexion's store was for the most part full through out most of the day, until dinner time came around and people started disappearing long enough for us to steal a few kisses from each other before people filed back into the store. Zexion was pleased with the popularity of his shop that by the time it was time for me to go into work, Zexion's shelves were looking bare again. All of his books had been antique items, so Zexion decided that he would have to add "Lexicon & Antique; From 1500 to now" Zexion laughed when he told me that the family was in dire need of loosing a lot of the items in storage (such as candlabras, old swords, crystals, animal bones, photos, drawings (most of them drawn by Zexion himself), more books, and scrolls. All of them were in prime condition to go to museums, but the family wasn't too keen on museums in general, due to the fact that there are pictures through out history of the family)

With one final kiss, I left Zexion's side and I returned to work, Xigbar ready and waiting to question me how my days with Zexion were. He had been surprised when I finally got to the end of my story, which obviously ended with us having sex, but he seemed very pleased with how it went. "I'm glad that you were able to make Zexion so happy, Demyx. You both deserve it so much, and I hope that I get to see the day you two adopt that baby." Xigbar told me and I smiled.

"You will. I'm more than positive you will. He looks so beautiful holding little Dexion, and Dexion even looks like a combination of Zexion and me. B ig blue-gray eyes, pale skin, and his hair is blue and blond streaked, right down from the roots!" I told him as I pulled on my jacket and I sat down in my desk to retype a report with all the correction made. However, I was interupted when I recieved a phone call. I didn't look at who it was, but when I put it to my ear, I could here the phone clatter to the ground with an easily recognizeable yelp of pain. I shot out of my desk and I ran all the way down stairs, skipping the elevator all together and Xigbar caught me on the ground floor. I didn't need to say anything, for he saw the look in my eyes that just screamed Zexion's In Trouble, and he nodded for me passageway to leave.

I never ran so hard in my life.

I ran until my muscles ached, not stopping for traffic, nor cars (which I ended up running over three hoods and nearly got ran over by another one), until I reached the location.

My heart stopped at the sight.

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I struggled against the death hold on my throat, kicking and squirming, nails clawing at the hand around my throat, my back firmly pressed against the book case behind me. My teeth ungritted as I gasped for breath, my captor looking me in the eye with his evil golden orange orbs. I kicked at him once more before he simply moved my head to the side with his thumb and leaned in. Fangs buried in my neck so sharply and so deeply that I screamed in agony, my struggling growing even more despriate. I couldn't breath, and the pain in my neck was excruciating. I could feel my strength draining from me as I my movements grew weaker. His bite shifted and I heard a crunch from my neck. My hands started growing weak, and I could feel my entire body go limp, my arms dropping to my side and my vision went dark.

My body fell to the ground when I felt the breeze from the door, and as my head struck the floor, my eyes opened. I saw Demyx, kneeling over the vampire, punching at him with fury. I saw a fist fly up and catch Demyx in the face. I couldn't open my mouth. I barely had the strength to breath, let alone speak. I just watched as the vampire now topped Demyx, gripping him by the throat just as he had me and he threw him against the bookshelves., books scattering on the floor around Demyx. Demyx moved quickly, but the vampire was quicker, and had Demyx against the bookshelf by the throat. "Fool. Humans like you are always going to be the first to die." I saw the vampire's fangs extend towards Demyx's throat, and I blinked. When my eyes opened, I saw the vampire dust and Demyx dropped to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath.

My vision blurred and time warped, and I heard Xigbar's voice."Demyx, if Zexion doesn't feed soon, hill die. He's lost a lot of blood." he told Demyx, and the next thing I knew, Demyx was holding me close.

"Zexion?" he asked and I weakly opened my eyes. He looked so scared, but I could barely speak. My lips parted faintly to try to breath his name, but I ccouldn't. Demyx tilted my head to the side and opened my mouth with his thumbs on the crease of my jaw. I felt his throat be pressed to my mouth, and I tasted his skin. He smelled of fear. "Zexion..." he said again and I opened my eyes faintly as I looked past Demyx's shoulder to where Xigbar stood, a small gun that had been used to dust the vampire in his hand. "Zexion. Bite me."

My fangs easily slid into the main artery of Demyx's neck, and I heard him give a yelp in the sudden pain. But I didn't stop drinking his blood. It was my instinct that didn't allow me to release. After a moment, I released him, his blood on my lips and I could smell his blood in the air.

"Demyx..." I whispered, and he looked to me quickly.

"Yeah, Zex?"

"Drink my blood... I've waited long enough." I managed to get out.

He hesitated and I saw Xigbar put his hand on Demyx's shoulder. "Do it. For him." and Demyx nodded. I felt his lips be pressed to my neck, where my neck was ripped open by fangs, and his tongue touched my wound before he began drinking. I could feel the electricity in the connection being made, and when I felt Demyx's lips release me, and I felt him fall to the ground next to me, unconscious.

My eyes glanced to Xigbar, and I smiled faintly. "Thanks, Xigbar..." I gasped out. "And... I forgive you." I finally said, before I closed my eyes and lost consciousness. I had forgiven him without him saying his apology. That was all I needed to do. And I was satastfied.