Just something we did on Tuesday after watching a video on youtube. The song we listened to was "I Want Love" (Studio Mix) from the game soundtrack for Silent Hill 3. It's kinda sad.

BTW: This is not Zemyx, so feel free to skip this chapter if you wish. Implied rape, yaoi, and 1 swear word. Demyx is 15, Vexen is 26. Demyx is me, Vexen is Fang (our usual Vexen).

Basic story: Demyx has been living in an orphanage his whole life, waiting for a loving family to adopt him, but unfortunately, he catches Vexen's eye. He adopts him, not as a son, but as a personal sex slave. Demyx is very resistant to this. Vexen drugs to boy to get what he wants. Demyx copes for a while, but tries to escape, eventually getting caught. He gives Vexen a taste of his own medicine, stabbing him with his own needle, trying to choke him to death. Vexen realizes Demyx actually could kill him and decides to take matters into his own hands. He lets Roxas believe he's letting him go and even gives him his own clothes back. But will he really let him go?

***START***

Demyx looked out the window of the orphanage he lived in, hugging his pillow to his chest, pretending it was the loving family he'd always hoped for me. He hadn't changed clothes since yesterday, but he didn't really care. He continued to stare out the window, dressed in his blue collared long-sleeved button-down shirt, black jeans, silver studded belt, and black skater shoes, the silver necklace he'd had since he was a baby hanging around his neck, a silver sitar hanging on the chain. The blonde leaned back on the couch he was kneeling on, still holding his pillow to his chest as he relaxed on his back.

"Go on in. He should be in there."

"Thank you."

Demyx opened his eyes and in his upside-down vision from his position, saw an older blonde man walking through the door, a set of papers in his hand. He turned himself around, sitting up on his knees as the man walked closer.

"Are you Demyx?" he asked, holding out Demyx's papers.

Demyx nodded, the man sitting next to him on the couch. "I'm Vexen," he said, giving a small smile. "I'm going to adopt you."

Demyx gave a small smile, finally thinking he had someone to love him as a son. "Thank you," he asked softly, still hugging the pillow to his chest.

Vexen played with the blonde's hair for a few minutes as he filled out the rest of his papers. He stood up, setting the papers on his couch. "Come on," he said, Demyx slowly standing up and leaving his pillow behind him. Vexen's arm went around his shoulders as they walked to the open door. Demyx took one last look behind him before Vexen moved his hand to the boy's neck, pushing him out. "Let's go."

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Vexen pushed Demyx into his new room, closing the door behind them as he walked in. "Come here," he said, pulling the blonde over to the small bed. He picked up a few clothes, holding them out. "Put these on." In Vexen's hands were a deep blue silk camisole and a black pleated miniskirt, both obviously made for women.

"No," Demyx said firmly, pushing the clothes away.

Vexen's gaze hardened, tossing the clothes to the bed. He grabbed Demyx, spinning him around with his arm around his neck. He lifted the blonde's shirt as much as he could until Demyx pushed him away.

Vexen's gaze hardened even more, a glare coming to his face, as he spun the boy around again with his arm around his neck again. Demyx tried to push him away, Vexen using his free hand to pull out a needle. "Stay still," he hissed, plunging the needle into the boy's neck.

Demyx went limp for a few seconds, regaining his strength to push Vexen and the needle away. "W-What?" he asked weakly, pressing his hand to his neck.

"Put these on," Vexen hissed, pushing the clothes into Demyx's hands. The blonde didn't move, so the older started for him. Vexen grabbed Demyx's belt, unbuckling it before pushing him back on the bed. "Get dressed," he ordered, leaving Demyx on the bed as he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

****2 WEEKS LATER****

Demyx stood by the window in the blue silk camisole and the black pleated miniskirt, his silver studded belt still around his waist and his necklace still around his neck. He looked out the single window in the room. "Come on," he grunted, pulling on it. "Open!"

"What do you think you're doing?"

Demyx spun around, his hand still on the window, to see Vexen standing beside him, his needle in his hand. "V-Vexen!" Demyx squeaked, backing up against the wall.

"Shut up," Vexen ordered. He pushed Demyx's shoulder against the wall, bringing the needle closer. Demyx's eyes widened and he pushed back on the older blonde, wrenching the needle from his hand and stabbing the arm that held him to the wall.

"Shit!" Vexen cursed, holding his arm as he backed up, sitting down on the bed. He looked up as Demyx walked up to him, trying to strangle him with his bare hands. Vexen pushed the boy away, taking his needle as he ran out the door.

"No!" Demyx raced for the door as it locked shut, banging on the back of it. "No." He fisted his hands in the end of his skirt, walking back over to the bed.

"Demyx."

Demyx turned to see Vexen standing just inside his door, his hands behind his back. The young blonde slowly stood up, still staring at the older blonde. "Here." Vexen held out Demyx's shirt and pants he'd arrived in, the blonde slowly walking closer. "Go on, take it. You can go." He motioned toward the open door behind him as encouragement.

Demyx reached out for his clothes when Vexen grabbed his arm, pulling him as close as possible. Vexen's arm went around his shoulders to rest on his back, lifting the blonde's chin before pressing a forced kiss to his lips. Demyx struggled before going limp in the older's arms. Vexen grinned as Demyx's head slumped onto his shoulder, pulling a knife from the blonde's back.

"Now you're mine."

****BLOOPERS!****

"Yes, we actually had bloopers on this one," Emilee said, looking over at Fang beside her.

"Amazingly enough," Fang added, resting his arm around her shoulders, "as sad as this was and how depressing it was to film, it made us laugh at the stuff we did a lot."

"I think we're turning into masochists," the brunette said, grinning.

Fang grinned back, laughing. "Maybe," he agreed.

**1**

"Put these on," Vexen ordered, holding out a blue silk camisole and a black pleated miniskirt, both obviously made for women.

Demyx took one look and the clothes and knocked them away. "Fuck no," he said, crossing his arms.

"You are hopeless, water boy," Fang said, grinning. He grabbed Emilee, spinning her around with his arm around her neck. "And now you're mine."

"Fang!" the brunette shrieked, the blonde's hand pulling up on her shirt.

**2**

"W-Why?" Demyx asked weakly.

Fang rolled his eyes, smacking the back of Emilee's head. "What, you idiot," he teased, grinning. "What, Demyx. What."

Emilee stuck her tongue out at him.

"And for those who don't know," Fang said, still grinning, "every one of us in Scoobs Productions call Em Demyx even when she's not in cosplay because she acts like it so much."

Emilee pouted, turning for the door. "You're mean, Vexen," she said, walking out the door. "I don't wanna play with you anymore."

"No!" Fang called, running after her. "Demyx!"

***END***

Finally done. And BTW: I finally finished the Akuroku oneshot that someone won from Week Fourteen and it's uploaded. Called "Talent Show" on my profile and contains MarVex, Zemyx, Soriku, Akuroku, and I think that's it.

*peace sign* Dem-Dem out!