Yes, I know this chapter is abominably both short and late, but like I told a lot of you, massive writer's block. It's a bitch. On a note related to updates, the story is ending. I thought I should warn you guys, in case it wasn't apparent.

This chapter is unbeta'd 'cause Little Miss "I have a life" was off saving the world again. I think I've said this before but seriously, if any of you are quick repliers and/or have "Vermillion Lies wants feedback NOW" senses, please tell me so I can email you random things and not her. Essentially, I WANT A NEW BETA (no offense, darling, you know I love you, and you're still my "creative advisor" or whatever it was). So yes, if you're interested, tell me. You get previews, I get the beloved feedback, it works out for everyone right? Except the story's mostly done, so... oh shit, like I know.

Also, I did some editing of the earlier chapters (3 & 4) so Zexion seems less emo, which I think is an improvement, because he's not emo. Yay.

Please enjoy the chapter.

"I love your body, not so much I like your mind, in fact you're boring, pretend not being of my kind... you were young, you're free, why don't you sleep with me?"

Marluxia BGM: Everything-The Veronicas

The wedding itself was pretty standard, or as standard as a wedding between two guys performed by a sixteen-year-old girl could be.

According to Demyx, don't know why I was talking to him, the girl, Kairi, performed the ceremony because the "bride" and groom couldn't stop fighting over who got her to be best man. It wasn't legally binding, obviously, but more of a confirmation of what everybody seemed to already know.

It was pretty cute I guess, Sora and Riku both looked great, if you're into that kind of thing; weddings, true love, forever. Yeah, thanks, but no thanks.

The highlight, for me at least, was definitely the ritual bouquet throwing. I'm told, by Demyx again, he's a chatty little thing, that there was terrific row over the bouquet. Apparently, Sora didn't want one because it was girly. But Riku, the groom, and Kairi insisted, saying it was tradition. Sora then pointed out that a white dress was traditional as well but both bride and groom planned on wearing black suits.

Demyx and Sora are now lifelong friends, or so I gather.

But anyway, the bouquet throwing. Zexion caught it.

Demyx and I, located on either side of the frozen blunet, both hesitated a split second before grabbing hold of the man in the middle.

Sora, having had turned around and located us on one of the back couches that had been dragged into the formal living room for the occasion, laughs and says, "C'mon guys, no sharing."

Zexion grinned childishly and says, "Sharing is good, I don't mind."

Demyx yanks his hand back, "I do."

I smile and tug Zexion closer to me, "Well, it depends on who with." I shot Demyx a disgusted glance. He glared.

"Er, right then," Sora cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I've been thinking about you a lot lately," I confide casually.

The main wedding party has moved out by the pool but Zexion and I linger together on a couch in the living room.

"Mar," he warns me.

"Mostly naked," I admit with a sly grin, like I haven't heard him.

"Mar."

"Mostly in my bed but sometimes-"

"Mar!"

I grin at you, "What is it, babe? Can't a man share his fantasies with the star of most of his numerous wet dreams? You know, I had a dream once where I was you getting screwed by me."

You look repulsed, pissed, and the tiniest bit curious, "What was it like?"

"Mind-blowing, one of the best sex dreams I've ever had."

"Are you just saying that to get me to sleep with you?"

"Like you need persuasion, I remember that time I had you on your couch, all sexy and writhing underneath me."

"Sure, then you left me." You lean back into the couch, comfortable in the rhythm of our banter, and move closer to me at the same time. You're so warm.

"You didn't want me enough."

"How the hell much do I have to want you? And what about now?"

I don't answer your first question. "Maybe I want you enough not to care."

You roll your eyes, and twitch your hand, brushing it along my thigh."You're such an ass."

"It's why you love me."

"True enough." Your hand slides onto my knee.

I allow myself a victory smirk.

"Seriously though, how much am I supposed to want you? 'Cause I want you a lot."

Did I mention that you're drunk enough to say shit like that and have your "innocent little touches" without having your speech impaired? In other words, only judgment is affected.

You kiss me, hesitant at first, then hard and wanting. In seconds, you're all over me; you're in my lap, hands fisted in my shirt, tongue in my mouth.

"I want you," you repeat as if I didn't hear you the first time.

"That's good," I want to reply but you're kissing me again with a desperation that's as off-putting as it is arousing.

And then Demyx walks in. "God. Fucking. Damn it," he bites out.

You twist, still on my lap, and mutter a brief "shit" before continuing, louder, "Demyx, I love you. You're the bright, shiny center of my universe. The things I do with Marluxia can't do a thing to change that."

"Huh. It'd be easier to listen to you if you're tongue weren't in his mouth," (That was hyperbole by the way.) Demyx is not impressed.

"Maybe he likes it better that way," I drawl, pissed for no real reason other than my hatred of being interrupted during this sort of activity, especially with my sexy Zexy.

Zexion sighs and gets off my lap, "You know what, I'm gonna just leave you two to fight it out. I'll be upstairs, Dem, feel free to join me when you manage to figure out that I'm serious about you."

Amazing. The boy manages to turn him fooling around with another man into Demyx's fault. Demyx doesn't seem to be appreciating the beauty of the move however. Personally, I just think Zexion's being a bit of a coward, but whatever, I don't expect him to fight. He's not like that.

"Keep trying to chain him and you're going to lose him," I tell Demyx companionably once Zexion's gone.

"I'm not trying to chain him."

"I mean he likes to be dominated a little when fooling around, but there's a big difference between that and always telling him what to do."

"I don't! And what's with you giving out advice?" Demyx protests, flushed and angry.

Zexion isn't a fighter. Demyx isn't a fighter. But I am. I like to fight. I like to antagonize people.

"Here, I'll give you some more. He melts like butter when you bite his bottom lip, but he doesn't much like ear-play. Also, he claws when he's happy, watch out for that."

Demyx looks distinctly uncomfortable. He squirms and shifts his weight, but he's got the spine to at least look angry. "Why the fuck are you telling me this?" he demands. I'm surprised he swore.

"Frankly, I don't have faith in you two to change a light bulb on your own. Run along now or else he'll stay pissed at you."

"I love your body, not so much I like your mind, in fact you're boring, pretend not being of my kind... you were young, you're free, why don't you sleep with me?"

Zexion BGM: Funky Shit!-The Prodigy

I'm standing by the dresser, removing my watch and trying not to think about Demyx or Marluxia, admittedly for very different reasons, when Dem barges in, the door slamming against the wall in his wake. He takes me by the shoulders and moves me over a couple feet and back and then shoves.

I tumble back onto the bed. He then proceeds to climb on top of me. "You and I," He enunciates carefully, "are going to have sex. It's going to be hot, sweaty, maybe a little bit rough, and absolutely amazing. And afterwards, if I ever have to endure listening to another man giving me sex advice regarding you, I'm going to rip their balls off."

Who would-Marluxia, looks like he managed to turn sweet, little Demyx into a dominatrix. Allow me a brief, Paris Hilton that's hot.

Demyx then gets off me. I start to sit up, and without looking, he points an angry finger at me, "Lie back down or so help me bahamut I will fucking spank you!"

It's the expletive more than the threat but it works just the same. I lie back down and wait as digs through my bag, eventually coming up with a pair of bondage pants I brought along just for shits and giggles. He detaches one of the straps.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am."

"Listen, despite what you seem to be thinking, being mad at Mar is not a good reason to-"

"Don't make me gag you."

"With what? Leon doesn't seem the type to leave ball-gags lying around."

He shrugs, "I dunno, a sock?"

"Ew."

"Precisely." He climbs back on top of me and ties my wrists to the head board, damned if I know why I'm submitting to all this. Oh right, it's hot as hell.

He kisses me then. In a slow, teasing way that makes me growl and my hands fist up by the headboard. He bites my lip and my skeletal system turns to goo. Words cannot describe how much I want him at this instant.

Afterwards, after I've been untied and he's been properly ravished and we're both exhausted we lie curled up together. It strikes me a vaguely backward that he's the one holding me but it feels nice and I'm wonderfully sleepy and afterglowy so I don't really care. I've got just enough energy to shift back tighter against him, press a kiss to his palm and whisper an, "I love you," even though he's already sound asleep.

I wake up before Demyx, for once, which is good because about ten minutes after I do Marluxia knocks quietly and sticks his head in. He grins when he sees us. I sit up partway and nod at him. He nods back and closes the door behind his disappearing head.

I dress quickly, more than half expecting Marluxia to open the door "by accident." He doesn't.

"So," he leers at me as soon as I emerge into the hallway, "how was it?"

I hit him lightly on the arm. "Mar," I groan. I begin to wonder why I came out here.

He grins, half-apologetically, "Can you blame me? I am highly perverted after all."

I laugh, "True enough. You hungry?"

"Why do you think I woke you up?"

I roll my eyes and lead the way to the kitchen.

"I love your body, not so much I like your mind, in fact you're boring, pretend not being of my kind... you were young, you're free, why don't you sleep with me?"

Next chapter preview: Zexion and Marluxia talk in the kitchen, probably the last chapter.There will be an epilogue.

Divider is from Shut Up and Sleep With Me by Sin With Sebastian, anyone else think they don't speak English too well? (Then again, neither do I.)

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And Happy Holidays if the next update takes another month or so.