A/n: I feel like this took forever to knock out..., though I'm pretty sure I got it done in like...a week. Here we are with Demyx's part. This is my...second time writing for him. I was very uneasy with the whole experience, I've never written Zemyx before, and I made sure to keep clear of reading any this week so I could put my twist on it. Um, I don't know if you guys know this, but I've been to all the places that are mentioned in the fanfic. I personally believe you can't write what you don't know.

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For living in Chicago my entire life you'd think I would've stepped inside of O'Hare Airport before now. I had flown before, too many times in fact. But never alone and never on a commercial flight. When Daddy owned part of the airline industry, and a private jet, one simply didn't fly commercial.

Though I suppose I should be grateful for the family discount. Otherwise, my already stretched pocketbook would've been stretched to the extreme. Really, when living off of ramen for the last year, I shouldn't have been blowing my well preserved money on a round trip to Rhode Island. But Lord only knows that I needed a pick me up.

And when I say pick me up, I mean sex. And lots of it. I hadn't had sex for two months. Two months of just me and my left hand. And while phone sex could be lovely and all, I was ready for some action, big time. As in I'm going to spend the next four days in bed, either having sex or getting ready for another round. Only leaving for food and potty breaks.

My appetite for sex started in eighth grade. I'd been dating my boyfriend for over a year, and figured it was a time to expand our relationship. Really, sex education never hit home for me. Not like I was going to get any girl pregnant, like…ever. So I seized the opportunity when my parents were in Florence, and brought my boyfriend over for a sleep over.

Though I'm pretty sure we ended up scaring my babysitter/maid in the process. Later on, she would confess to me that she had never heard anything funnier or scarier in her lifetime.

"Oh! Mr. Demyx! The noise you two were making. I thought he was killing you! At first I thought you were just playing with Legos, what with all the talk of 'that' not fitting 'there'. And then the screaming! Boy, I always knew you had a set of lungs on you, even when you were a baby. But my goodness were you loud! I was certain he was murdering you…until the screams took on a different tone of course." She said, with a twinkle in her eye.

Truth is, learning about how exactly to go about having gay sex from an encyclopedia should've been a sign it was going to turn out disastrous. Truth is, I don't care who you are, man, woman, child, gay, straight, top, bottom, whatever. Truth is, it's gonna suck. Your first time will always suck. You don't know what goes where, and just not knowing what you like. Worst of all is when you both have no idea what the hell you're doing.

And that's what happened to us. Our first time sucked. Worst of all, I was the one taking it up the butt. So while he was just confused, I was confused and in pain. I guess we should be happy we just walked, hobbled, out of the situation all right in the end. And I guess it wasn't that bad…it did get better at the end…

So, here I stand. Waiting to check my suitcase at the skycap, so I could get a hot piece of ass that I could only find in an Eastern Time zone.

Oh the things I'd do for sex…

I suppose this would be a good time to also state that yes, I've had the same boyfriend since seventh grade. I know him better than anybody else in the world. I don't think I'd blow my well saved pennies on anyone else. His decision to go to Brown almost killed me. Like, I was on top of the John Hancock Building, ready to jump.

Stupid smart ass Ivey league school…

As the only heir to a billionaire, I had little say as to where I would be attending college. My parent's picked it out, and I went. Of course I'd be taking the company over when I 'grew up'. My boyfriend…well. He got it lucky. He was the youngest of four. Not only that, he came from "old money", which basically means that at one point in time his great-great-grandpa owned 20 of America's economy. His family is right up there with the Rockefellers, or Vanderbilt. Only Scott doesn't sound nearly as impressive as Rockefeller.

So, he was allowed to roll around in his money and possibly never even work a day in his life. Of course, he wanted to work. So, he applied for Brown's screen writing program and of course, got in. Stupid jerk, leaving me so he could write movies…

And now we were in our second year of college, and I was missing him terribly. I still stuck in stupid Chicago and him out in retarded Providence. What was so cool about Rhode Island anyway? It was like…tiny! There was nothing to do there. And so what if Boston was only two hours away and NYC three. Chicago could kick their asses! As least it wasn't as smelly… Seriously, the Atlantic Ocean stinks. Take my word for it.

I flashed my driver's license to the baggage guy, already knowing there'd be no way in hell he'd recognize me. Demyx Peterson. My last name was pretty famous, but then again. How many Petersons do you know? Yeah, my point.

He plopped my bag on the conveyer belt, and told me I was good to go. He returned my ticket and ID to me. I smiled, and thanked him, before handing him a five. My maid told me it was polite to tip your baggage guy. I just hoped that'd be enough and he wouldn't like…send my luggage to Seattle. Which is by far a nicer city then New York by far.

Okay, I hold a grudge against New York. I really wanted to go to the Central Park Zoo, but it had been closed by the time we got there. Then I deiced a caricature would be nice…and the guy drew me with a freakin' mullet! I don't have a mullet, thank you very much. I have a faux-hawk! Sorry if that seems shallow New Yorkers, but that's the reason why. And sorry for lumping Boston in as well, but frankly, you're close to NYC so it's your own fault.

Not to mention you kinda stole my boyfriend…you…you… New Englanders!

I was surprised I got through security in half an hour. Truth was that was the part I was looking least forward to. I mean, you had to take off your shoes, pull out your laptop. Get any change outta your pockets, and shove all that stuff through in little grey boxes. I was afraid something like…fry the rubber off my shoes or something. When you fly privately, they don't really expect you to blow yourself up… 'Speically when your father owns the plane.

I hobbled through the terminal, with one of my shoes on halfway on. I followed the signs to my gate, and quickly fixed my shoe. I had a forty-five minutes until my 8:40 pm flight left. The seats around me were half taken, and I quickly seated myself next to nice looking lady.

As I bent over to pull out my cell phone, she noticed my sweatshirt. She grinned widely and pointed to the Brown logo plastered across my chest.

"Oh, you go to Brown?"

"No, not me, my friend." When talking to strangers, my boyfriend always was my friend. I guess I didn't want to make random people feel uncomfortable around me… I mean, for all I know she was a hardcore religious person. "I'm on my way to visit with him."

"My daughter goes to RISD, so they're right next to each other."

"RISD's pretty cool. I got to see it when he gave me a tour last year."

"So do you go to school here?"

"Yeah, I go to Loyola. But I've been told that Brown sweaters are the best by far, and they've yet to be proven wrong." She grinned at me, before turning back to her book. I turned back to my pockets, fumbling again with my cell phone.

I quickly sent a text, telling him I was going to be boarding the plane soon, and if he wanted a tacky airport souvenir.

He quickly texted me back, saying that, no he didn't need anything and that I should've thought about bringing him a gift before now. Typical. But I couldn't help the smile that came over my face. Of course, I'd gotten him a gift. I was bringing him a bag of caramel popcorn from "Nuts on Clark". Which by far is the best popcorn around. I had a little bag of cheese popcorn stashed away for myself.

In front of me, a girl about fifteen suddenly spotted me. She stood up and it looked like she was about to release a rather high pitch scream. Her older sister hushed her yanking her back into her seat. The oldest girl was wearing a JWU sweater, and I couldn't help but wonder why they were flying back to Rhode Island so late.

The younger girl quickly stood up again, slapper her sister's hand away from her and approached me. She looked down at me, smiling crazily.

"Uh, hello. Are you Demyx Peterson?" The only thought that flew threw my head was: 'Spotted'. In a normal situation, I'd be ushered away by some assistant or another. Because, normally I was 'spotted' only when I was walking into some type of event I was forced to go to. Like that one last week…what a nightmare.

"I saw you on the cover of OK! You went to that gala for Aids Research with your parents last week. There were a ton of celebrities there. And you're like, a male Paris Hilton, so they got pictures of you too! Doesn't your father like, make these." As to what 'these' were, I wasn't too sure, seeing as she gestured to the whole airport in general.

"Uh, my Dad's company designs and makes planes, yeah." I figured it would be best to be polite, seeing as how I was now getting stared at now by almost everybody at our gate.

"That's like amazing! Where are you going? You don't go to Brown… Oh!" She clasped her hands to her mouth. "I forgot, Zexion Scott goes there!"

"Yeah…he does." Crap…

"And you two are like, together right." I could feel the RISD mom stiffen next to me. Double crap.

"Not to be rude, but my personal life isn't really any of your business."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I just thought. Well, its common knowledge isn't it?" Truth was; it was common knowledge. Anybody who subscribed to a tabloid in 2005 would've known about my racy affair with one Zexion Scott. We'd been careful to keep it a secret, only our families and close friends knew about us. That was until I thought it'd be a good idea to vacation together. Let's just say the paparazzi will find you anywhere. Even if that where is on a private yacht.

"I suppose so, but still, I appreciate my privacy." Good Lord our publicist would so love me right now.

"Oh! I'm sorry; I didn't even think when I was coming over here. I'm so sorry!" And with her face a bright red color she rushed back to her sister.

It was hard not to feel like a jerk. I mean, she was pretty young and I guess I was kinda a celebrity. I mean, if I saw James Franco hanging out at O'Hare, I'd freak out a bit. Okay, more than just a little bit… So I see where she was coming from. With a sigh, I leaned back into my chair, eyes closed and feeling a bit humbled by the experience.

"Now boarding flight number 13123, please report to the gate. Now boarding flight 13123, direct flight from Chicago to Providence."

I looked up and spotted a flight attendant holding a microphone, and I quickly gathered up my bag to join the already forming queue. I adjusted my backpack, and readied myself to get onto the plane.

The flight attendant checked my ticket, and passed it back to me with a large fake smile.

"Enjoy your flight Mr. Peterson."

"Thank you." I muttered, before piling onto the plane. I climbed into my seat and quickly settled in. Hood up, eyes closed, seat buckled, and was ready to take a well deserved nap.

The thing is, when your dad is always going away on business, and demands his wife goes with him, his wife would normally demand her son go with her, to keep her company. I spent a good part of my life flying from one coast to the next, tagging along with my mom on my dad's business trips. I guess you could say that my life wasn't very normal. But I got to experience a lot of things that other kids hadn't.

For example, one time my dad had to do business in San Francisco, and we, of course, were dragged along. In a sudden decision, my mother decided to whisk us away to a vegan B&B. I spent the next week running around in fields full of llamas and eating pancakes made without milk. In fact, that's where I learned how to play the sitar. The owner took a liking to me, and pulled me aside one day to proclaim that I had the perfect hands for a sitar. Being nine, I had no idea what a sitar was, but was eager to learn anyway.

My mom ended up commissioning him to make me my own sitar, which I received as a present for my tenth birthday. I still have it, and would've taken it with me had I not been flying commercial. I was too afraid of losing it or it being smashed or something.

Zexion often refers to it as my second boyfriend, my secret lover, and the blue monstrosity. But, I know he loves it. Everybody who sees it falls in love with it. It's huge and blue and well…I dunno. But I would marry that thing if it wasn't an inanimate object.

So, being dragged around by my mother for half of my life led to the natural conclusion that being on a plane was second nature to me. I felt more comfortable in a plane then in my dorm room. I spent my first night away from home totally freaked, and ended up staying up all night clutching my sitar to me. On a plane however, as soon as I'm settled, I'll just conk out.

The next thing I knew, the plane was touching down, and I was jostled around in my seat. I got a rather bad case of whip lash as my head crashed into the window next to me. A groan escaped from my mouth as my neighbor snickered at my stupidity. I had half a mind to shoot him a dirty look, but decided that after the incident with the girl, my karma really didn't need to be taking any more hits today.

"This is your captain speaking. We've now arrived at TF Green International Airport. The local time is 11:53, thank you for flying with us today." Well, it was hardly today anymore. Today would only last for another seven minutes.

I'd been told there's always a mad dash to get off of the plane. My maid warned me to have my bags ready for when we landed so I could make a sprint for the door. I took her advice, and clutched my backpack to me, before pulling a very ninja move and slipping past my neighbors.

Outside in the terminal I was met with pictures of Cape Code and green carpet. Which I guess made sense seeing as it was TF Green Airport. Though I'm pretty sure TF Green was some dude's name. Should totally Wikipedia it…

And that's when it hit me. Zexion, love of my life, provider of all things sex, was within my grasps. So I did the most logical thing, which was to sprint. As in, arms flailing down the hall my feet slapping against ugly green carpet.

Behind me, I could hear somebody laughing at my antics. But then again, I doubt they would be getting laid tonight, so they could go to hell. I rushed past the girl from earlier, and she just giggled, and I couldn't help but feel my already manic smile grow wider.

I practically skipped down the escalator into the baggage claim and past a rather large yacht that seemed to be moored there for no good reason. I did the hokey pokey and turned myself around, when suddenly I spotted him.

Short, really short, sullen looking, stupidly long purplish emo hair, but he was most defiantly the love of my life. When he saw me, I watched one eyebrow rise in mock curiosity. But really, his sourpuss wasn't going to deter me.

With a rather exuberant leap, I landed in front of him, my big goofy grin still intact. His other eyebrow rose to meet the other one, before both slowly lowered.

"Demyx." He greeted. Which most people would write off as just plain rudeness, or like he didn't care or something. But I know that Zexion missed me. I mean, its hard not to miss me. It is hard not to notice I'm gone, and thusly you miss me. Because yeah, I am just that loud.

"Zexion." I returned, my smile not fading as I pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Like, if he was ten pounds lighter, he'd be in two pieces.

"Get off of me, you're causing a scene." I obediently let go of him, but instead grabbed one of his hands. I clutched it tightly for a good few seconds before dragging him off towards the carrousel.

It was hard not to smile, I was so happy to see him again. I'd missed him, a lot. I missed everything about him. Though I suppose it's not hard to miss somebody you've known for practically forever. I leaned in on him, imposing on his personal space bubble, but knowing it wouldn't bother him. If I'd been some random stranger, I'd most likely be dead by now. What with the dragging and the jumping…

The carrousel kicked into life, its mechanical parts clinking together as it started to spew out bags. So we stood in silence, enjoying each other's company. We were together again, finally, for what seemed like ages but was only a few months.

And we waited, small smiles on our faces, his masked better than mine, but still there.

Downside was, we ended up waiting for an hour, and my bag never showed up. When we went to the information desk, right underneath the yacht, I was told my baggage was currently in St. Louis. Zexion couldn't stop me from hitting my head on a desk, and looked rather annoyed with me for acting so immature.

I gave the assistants my cell number and they told me they'd call me sometime tomorrow when my baggage made it to the airport.

Zexion was now the one dragging me out of the terminal. As he pulled me into the parking structure he shot me a rare smile; the one that he only gave me when he was…well, to put it bluntly, about to pound me into the floor.

"It doesn't matter, Dem, where we're going we don't need clothes." And with a goofy grin spreading across my face I nodded my approval.

"Sounds like a plan." Even if I spent most of my money just getting here, being pounded into the floor was so worth it.

A/n: And there's Demyx's turn! I hope you guys liked it... Next up is Zexion. And I'm very afraid 'cause I've never written him before. So, it might take longer to knock out the next chapter, sorry. Remember to review. Over 100 clicks on chapter 4, so I know you guys are out there! Also, please check out my bio to find out a way to win an oneshot from me, yes guys, you are that awesome.