Uhm…warning: incest…this is the warning for all future chapters as well (I won't warn you again (da-da-daaaa))

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Creepy music starts playing, and Demyx eyes the screen warily. So far he had managed to not shriek or clutch to Zexions arm, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult. It wouldn't be very good if he was to start clinging on to his friend, even though he was resisting the urge to with much difficulty. Just as the climax in the music approached, the boss was revealed, just as Zexion was expecting. Demyx however, was caught completely off guard.

"OHMIFUCKINGGOD!" Demyx screams and practically leaps onto Zexions arm, which momentarily distracted him from the game. He attempted to attack the boss just a second too late and the screen faded out from a scene depicting a huge disfigured thing covered in blood from the player, gruesomely pulling apart the limbs from the already torn-apart body. It was blood red as words "GAME OVER" flashed across the screen.

"Demyx. It's fine now. I lost." Zexion rests his hand on the side of Demyx's face that wasn't against his arm. He was surprised the older boy hadn't done this sooner, he was impressed and a bit disappointed at the same time. If he had done it earlier they could have been snuggled up next to each other and Zexion would have been able to give his friend some forewarning, Demyx's tear-streaked face slowly uncovered itself and he glanced nervously at the hand that was rested on his cheek.

"Demyx!" Zexion looked shocked, not realizing that the game was actually bothering Demyx that much, "If you were that scared, you should've said something!"

Demyx sniffles, looking down with shame at not being able to go through a video game without becoming frightened. This wasn't going as he had planned, he wasn't supposed to have started spontaneously crying., "I-I'm not scared."

His eyes dart around the room, their attention being brought to any slight movement. Zexion, of course, notices this as he wipes a tear from Demyx's cheek. The older boy was obviously going to have nightmares, or at least be paranoid, for the rest of the evening. So far it looked as though neither of them would be getting a great deal of sleep throughout the night.

"You'll be fine, I assure you. There isn't anyone," Zexion pauses then adds, "or thing" after he vividly remembers some of the creatures in the game, "in here, excluding us and various pieces of furniture."

Demyx whimpers at a shadow on the far side of the room, caused by a tree outside, "But Zexy…how can you be sure? I mean like, something could be-"

"Demyx! There is nothing!" Zexion knew he had to stop his friend from continuing with his thoughts about the game before it drove him into further hysterics. He had an idea…it would shut him up at least, and distract him.

Demyx was feeling very uneasy. Why was Zexions room so…shady? His eyes glanced back to said person. He looked as though he was thinking of something…and why wouldn't he stop staring at him? Though, Demyx thought, he couldn't complain. The older boy was slowly getting over his anxiety and paranoia, distracted by the close proximity of Zexion.

"Demyx…" Zexion brushes some hair from Demyx's face and leans forward, closer to Demyx.

Demyx's eyes widen as the younger boy was close enough that he could smell the kind of shampoo he used. Vanilla. Yum. 'He always smells yummy, just like vanilla!' Is a thought that frequently went through Demyx's mind. He could count every eyelash of his if he wanted to.

When Zexion's lips finally brush against the blonde's, Demyx could have sworn that his heart actually skipped a beat. The younger boy was pressing his lips softly against his own as Demyx's eyes were wide open with shock.

Zexion didn't know what had come over him, but the soft, warm feeling of his friends lips was exhilarating, also the fact that he wasn't pulling away was to his advantage. He parts his lips slightly and brushed his tongue against the older boys bottom lip, silently praying for permission. Demyx let out an inward gasp and Zexion took this opportunity to slide his tongue into Demyx's mouth. Zexion had enough time to figure out what exactly Demyx's mouth tasted like, peppermint, before both of them heard a car pull into the driveway and they broke apart, much to Zexion's disdain.

"Is that…your dad?" Demyx looks at him quizzically, Zexion's father was hardly seen around the Fugasaki household. Demyx had only seen him on a small amount of occasions, even with the amount of time he spent there, and only briefly for he would normally go into his office or bedroom. Zexion's mother had died years ago, and so normally Zexion had the house to himself while his father was away on business trips.

"Uh…I guess so. Wait here, I'll be right back. You can go on the computer or something." Zexion gets up, leaving Demyx in his room.

Demyx walks over to the computer and wiggles the mouse around a bit, exiting out of the screen saver, which was a colorful ball bouncing around of the sides of the screen. This brings up the main screen, which is a picture of himself and Zexion. It was from two years ago, during winter. The two of them were wearing puffy winter clothes, their cheeks red and their noses runny from the cold. Demyx was lifting the final snow ball to the snowman they were building with both of his hands, straining from the effort while Zexion waited by the snowman, carrot in hand and a grin on his face. This had been one of the rare days that the younger boy was in a truly happy mood, which had been happening more often now that he was always with Demyx. Demyx smiled at the memory, becoming somewhat lethargic as he continued to browse innocently through the games and programs that Zexion had saved on his computer.

There was a game that caught his eye, the artwork was good and it was in the anime style. It was labeled as 'Absolute Obedience'. Demyx clicked on it, intrigued as to what kind of games his dear friend played throughout the night, for he was usually on MSN and answered the much asked question of 'sup' with a mere 'playing a game'. As the game booted itself up, Demyx sat on the comfy computer chair and unconsciously swirled himself side to side, ridding himself of the nervous energy from before. The opening song had pictures, all of them male. Demyx's eyes opened wide with shock as he realized what kind of game this must be after a few male on male sex scenes depicted themselves on the screen. He clicked on 'new game' though when the main screen came up, and chose to be the blonde haired man, Louise Hardwick. The first mission began, and he started choosing the selections and watching as the story was unfolding.

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"Yeah. Demyx is upstairs." Zexions father was now berating him as to why there wasn't a meal on the table read for him, and why there was an extra coat and mittens.

"Who exactly d'you ask?! This is my house. I expect that my own fucking son should ask permission for a friend t'come over!" His words were slightly slurred and he was looking a bit tipsy. Zexion knew that he had been drinking.

"I apologize. It was last minute, and his mother went out and she wanted him to have a place to stay." Zexion kept an emotionless face on, knowing from past experience that this could get bad if his father really got going.

"You little fucker! How many times have we discussed this?" Mr. Fugasaki punched his son in the mouth, Zexion stumbled back.

"Ah…Dad…stop. I have a friend waiting for me upstairs. He might come down if I take too long, and I think he'd notice if I came back with bruises." Zexion knew that the last thing his father wanted was for anyone to find out, and so his dad pushes him toward the stairs.

"Fine. Go upstairs to your fuck'n friend. I'll be back in a few days." His father stumbles out of the house. If Zexion had cared at all, he might have been worried about his dad driving in his current condition.

Zexion sat on the bottom step of the stairs, trying to stop shaking. He knew that when his father came back it would be worse than ever. He had never tried to stop his dad before this, even if he had a good reason. He had a schedule of his fathers work hours and business trips on his wall in his room so that he could be sure not to invite Demyx or anyone else over, but he had come home early this time. He would be back the following Wednesday. When he had finally collected himself, he walked up the hardwood stairs, the soft thumping of his feet following him.

What he hadn't expected to see was his friend playing his yaoi porn game with full interest. He stared at the screen that Demyx was also giving rapt attention to, the blonde on the screen was doing something that involved bondage by the looks of it.

"Ahem." Zexion clears his throat noisily, chuckling softly to himself. He never would have guessed that Demyx was someone who looked at/watched porn.

"Ah! Z-Zexion! Hey…" It was very amusing the way Demyx tried to quickly exit out of the game as they were moaning quite loudly. This however, worked against him and it froze, sound still intact. Zexion took pity on him as Demyx looked at him with a pleading embarrassed look, and took over the keyboard to type a few manual commands for shutting the program down.

"There." Zexions voice was as emotionless as ever, he was still shaken up with all that had happened so far that night. Demyx noticed this and tugs on his friends shirt, still sitting on the chair but now swirled around so that he could see Zexion without having to strain his neck so much, trying to get Zexion to look directly at him.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Zexion gaze meets Demyx's and the blonde now sees that his lip is bleeding and slightly swollen. "How did that happen? I didn't..?" Zexion shakes his head no, beginning to tremble slightly, starting to lose his much sought after self composure.

"Then…who's it from? Did you bite your lip? Or trip?" Demyx's wide innocent eyes were looking up at him, and he thought of how easy it would have been just to lie to him, like he did everyone else. But seeing his face so full of concern, Zexion just couldn't.

"I-I…bit my…" He tried to confirm what Demyx had asked, so that his friend wouldn't have to worry about him, but tears began to fall from his eyes, "It…it doesn't matter!"

Demyx stands up and holds Zexion close to him, rubbing his back the way the younger boy would when Demyx was scared or upset. "Zexion…you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just want to make sure you're okay."

Zexion hadn't known that he was bleeding. If only Demyx hadn't brought it up, or noticed anything different from the way he was behaving, then Zexion felt he would have been able to get through the evening without any disturbance. He had been planning on continuing playing the game, maybe fooling around Demyx a bit more, to get his mind of things. After all, he would be fine until Wednesday, so he thought he might as well enjoyed it. Now though, it was probably going to be an evening of him telling Demyx everything, though he really didn't want to do that; he just didn't feel as though he was ready. But thinking about what would happen on Wednesday almost changed his mind. Almost. He didn't want Demyx to feel bad because of him, to know what was happening without being able to do anything about it as Zexion had all these years.

So Demyx comforted him in a repetitive way, rubbing his back and murmuring words that didn't really mean anything, just trying to sound soothing for his younger, sobbing friend. After he had calmed down a bit, Demyx led him over to his bed to sit.

"Maybe you should get some rest, kay, Zexy?" He looks at him with concerned eyes. Zexion just wipes his eyes and smiles weakly.

"I'm fine now Demyx. No need to worry yourself over me. Do you want to play some more video games?"

Demyx could see that Zexion wasn't going to spill his heart out to him, and he sighs with defeat and replies, "Sure. Why not?"

And so they stayed up most of the night playing video games and munching on potato chips and candy, this time, Zexion being the one too scared to go to bed.

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