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"Can we get this over and done with?" Saix asked, irritatedly.
"Chill will you? My dad left on a two-week business trip." Xigbar informed from the kitchen, which he was actively raiding. "Left me three condoms 'nd a twenty dollar bill. That's supposed to last me 14 days?" He reached for a slice of bread, scoffing.
"I don't know about the money, but the prophylactics should last you 'til your second marriage."
"Kiss my ass."
"If it'll get you to finish this faster, gladly."
"Let it go, Saix." Xemnas said from beside him at the table. He'd known Xigbar the longest and knew how the nineteen-year-old's relationship with his father was. With that said, he didn't mind the stoner eating out of his fridge once in a while. Saix did not share the sentiment.
The three boys were given a group assignment to complete; their extended due date rapidly approaching. If they'd be able to sit down for at least an hour, sober and mellow, Saix knew they'd have been done days ago.
However, when Xigbar was around, his boyfriend seemed to encourage his slacker attitude and a lot of nothing would be getting done.
Saix scratched his head in annoyance when Xigbar took his sweet time making a stupid sandwich. Xemnas rubbed the teen's back, comfortingly, but it nothing to stop the acid-yellow glare from getting to the pony-tailed boy.
"Okay! Okay! Let's go."
Leon folded his arms behind his head, squishing his interlaced fingers into the pillow. The house was quiet. He'd just noticed how big his home really was. Without his husband or his boys in the house… it wasn't a very settling feeling. He turned to his left side, looking towards Cloud's side of the bed.
He'd missed him lately.
Nowadays, he'd been seeing less and less of his favourite person around the house. To come to think of it, the answer Cloud usually gave was work and that he'd been given further deliveries lately, causing him to work overtime a couple days a week. Well, Cloud didn't seem to be unhappy about it. Nor did the man seem significantly more tired than usual. Sure he was distant, but if anything, Cloud looked happier.
Leon smiled at that fact. Work was not a curse, and in Cloud's case, it was even enjoyable, and that was good to know. The brown-haired man shut his eyes, ready for sleep to take him. What would he do without his family? Without the three pieces of him running around, living their lives, with him? It'd been hard for the past few weeks, with Roxas' moods and its strain on the rest them, but that seemed to have dialled down as of late. Looking back, he probably should have known it to be a teenager thing. But things were getting better in their lives, and Leon couldn't help but say a thank-you prayer to the Boss upstairs.
Thank You for my family.
"Zexion, dear?" Demyx's mom poked her head into the bedroom and the slate-haired teen looked up from his book. Dark brown hair, curled at the bottom framed her ever-friendly face, while her bright green eyes always made him feel welcome. "Are you staying the night again?" she asked with a smile.
"If it's all right with you, Ms. O'Donohue," he replied politely with a quirk of the lips, which, if you'd known Zexion long enough, roughly converted into an actual, normal person's smile. It was nearing ten in the evening and the boys had been finishing their homework for the next week. Demyx was crouching over English vocabulary at his desk while Zexion had finished up his philosophy reading and moved onto… regular reading, on Demyx's bed.
"Just help yourself to whatever's in the fridge if you feel hungry, okay?"
"Thanks mom!" Her son called from over his shoulder, still scribbling away in his binder.
She smiled and looked to the boy on his bed, for she knew Demyx had never really taken school seriously –until the day Zexion had walked into his life. And ever since then, her daydreamer; class clown; slacker of a son had opened his eyes, taken his education a little more seriously, and still manage to be the cheery, bubbly and sunny person everyone loved.
Honestly, what more could a mother ask for?
"Good night, you two." She softly closed the door, a proud expression on her face.
At his computer chair, Demyx yawned, reaching out like a star, "I'm finish't!" He dropped his arms and slouched with a sharp exhale. After some rhythmic cracking of his knuckles, the senior tidied up his desk, putting everything in piles and in relatively right angles. (Another habit he'd picked up or had been careened into by Zexion, who had kept losing fountain pens under masses of loose-leaf pages.)
"Are you in the mood?" Zexion looked at him seriously.
Demyx scrunched his nose in thought. "Mm, not really. I'm kind of tired."
"I thought as much." Zexion placed the book face down on his lap, stretched then rubbed his eyes. "Time for bed," he said, scooting over to the left side of Demyx's blue bed. The blond took off his trousers, throwing them in the general direction of his closet behind him, along with his school shirt.
He slipped in next to his boyfriend in his boxers and thin undershirt, wiggling around to get comfy. "Aren't you sleeping too?"
"I'm just finishing off this chapter." Zexion flipped a page of the blue and grey, paper backed novel, Auch das Schone, which Demyx had discovered from the English version of the included poem, had roughly meant 'Even the Beautiful Die.'
"Oh," was Demyx's only response as he nestled into his spot and snuggled his pillow. A short while later, the boy nearing the lull in his consciousness, he asked, "Hey Zexy? Will you… read to me?"
Zexion looked down at him, both his eyes visible to Demyx in this position. "I don't know if it's your style. Or if you'd understand from where I am in the book."
Demyx sighed sleepily and latched onto the edge of Zexion's sweater. "That's okay."
Zexion's smooth, melodic voice suited the long and intricate descriptions, and changed slightly which each character's dialogue. The science- fiction story had taken place on a station called Colony III-α where various commanders and N'Darie officers worked and lived in harmony. Demyx began to lose himself in the way Zexion described a garden, in which a beautiful and soft-spoken woman from N'Daria had often spent time in repose.
At the end of the chapter, Zexion shut the novel softly and placed it on the bedside table, careful not to make harsh movements and rouse the sleeping figure at his waist. Demyx stirred when he pulled the chain of the lamp.
Slowly, he lowered himself completely onto his back and sighed deeply, completely ready for the subsequent REM cycle. A soft arm appeared across his chest and Demyx clutched onto Zexion's right shoulder. "Thank you, Zexy," he muttered while stroking the older boy's sliver, silky locks. "I love it when you're the last person I see, feel, talk to," he yawned. "And hear."
Zexion's eyes shot open in surprise. But no, that late at night wasn't the time to be thinking about such weighty subjects. God knows how his sleep was crucial to him. And if he began to think about how much Demyx meant to him and how they were doing lately and that huge proverbial drop off after high school that would be there before he knew it … he'd have bags under his eyes the size of blimps in the morning. Zexion focused on how comfortable he was at the moment then subtly sniffed the soft, blond hair. "Goodnight, Demyx." And Demyx quietly snored in response.
Roxas smiled into the arm tucked beneath his neck. Yes, he thought. Hell yes. He was in bed with the sexiest man in the universe, naked and enveloped in his sexy naked body; he was far, far away from home; he'd just been given sex about four times in the last six hours; he hadn't lied to his dad to get into his current situation, which was more gratifying than it sounded; and he'd just given Axel (the sexy, smoldering, red-headed Axel) his virginity.
The second to last in that list reminded him to check his phone. It had buzzed more than an hour and a half ago and probably fell to the ground during their mating session. Roxas slowly peeled the thin duvet off his body and sat up, his eyes crinkling at the growing discomfort in his backside. Axel stirred beside him, but didn't wake, and Roxas let out his breath.
Reaching over the side, he carefully patted around to locate his phone. No… that was a wrapper. No… that was a Red Bull can. No… that was one of his socks. When he finally grabbed a hold of the chunky piece of plastic, he flipped it open and the white light glared into his face.
Fr: Leon
Cc: Sora
Well, aren't you two are the luckiest boys in the world?
Cloud had a delivery in New York. He won't be back until tomorrow night.
Roxas, that's not very comforting.
You two be home before 9:00. I mean it.
Sent: 11:27PM on /03/05/10/
Roxas smirked. That time would very well be a late post-meridiem hour. He had nothing to worry about, other than getting home before Cloud. They'd just wing it tomorrow; one of Roxas' favourite things to do with the older boy. He placed his cell phone on the table beside the bed and nimbly slipped bed into his sleeping position. But one more sight of Axel sleeping and he couldn't resist. Roxas pressed his lips lightly against Axel's and whispered 'love you.' It felt weird to say it, but it had just come out. The blond didn't think any more about it and let the older boy's breathing lull him to sleep.
End of Friday
Riku awoke at around six in the morning to an unpleasant buzz saw noise. Like a tractor refusing to start, starting, then giving up. Blinking and astounded at Sora above him, he carefully lifted himself off the smaller body to do some business with a toilet. He came back to the room, (extinguished the pyrotechnics and let the morning greyness be the sole illumination) and found Sora more or less quieter than before, having rolled a little onto his side. But Riku wasn't exactly satisfied.
Sora may or may not have woken up to Riku sucking him off, straining to grip onto the silveret with his weak fists as he came.
Riku may or may not have also used the boy's confused state to his advantage; climbing into bed, then wrapping his arms around his lover for a few more hours of quiet sleep.
BWAHAHA I couldn't resist but to update again xP
Don't you love me for it? I know you do :D
Gah, and don't you just feel for Leon?
Auch das Schone is a real book by Lady Karai !
I won it P And it's sequel! -yay- ^^
Review for me, lovelies ~
YHS
xDelfin
