Disclaimer: I don't own KH or Hoobastank. I do own my characters and the plot line.

Well, here you go. This is the third chapter of Sparks Start the Fire. This is the lemon chapter and it starts almost automatically. So if you don't like it, stop reading now. The rest of the story won't make sense if you just skip this chapter, so I'm sorry, but you are the weakest link. Goodbye. Lol

Sparks Start the Fire


Chapter 3

"We shall." She moved against him in agreement. His eyes sparkled as he moved forward to capture her lips once more. She shuddered and dug her fingernails into the soft skin of his back. He lifted her with ease and deposited her on the fire red satin that served as his comforter.

"Hmmm…seems like we've been here before." He smirked down at her and she laughed.

"Make sure you lock the door this time though."

"It was locked the last time too. Demyx just seems to think that he's the only one getting any action."

"Well, we'll have to change that, won't we?"

"It isn't true now. Have you ever passed Saix's door in the middle of the night?"

She sat up and propped herself on her elbows. "No!"

"Yes. I believe I heard "Kingdom Hearts" being screamed in a very Superior-like voice."

She threw her head back and clutched her stomach in laughter. "There is no way I'm going to be able to look either one of them in the eye tomorrow morning,"

"Then my goal is accomplished. I haven't been able to glance at either one of them since last month without cracking up."

"So that's why! I thought it was just because of Saix's extreme ass-kissing."

"That's way more than ass kissing, whether or not he's sleeping with him. That's more like ring around the collar." He locked the door and flopped onto the bed beside her. She flipped herself over to straddle him and smiled down. "Hmmm…It's getting a little hot in here, don't you think?"

"I do. I think it may be time to lose a few layers."

"I concur." She nearly ripped off his shirt; trailing little butterfly kisses down his neck and onto his stomach.

His green eyes went steamy, and he flipped her over in turn and pulled the silk fabric of her robe slowly off of her skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps wherever his heated fingers had the pleasure to touch. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, playing with the strands. Her hands fumbled with his jeans, desperately trying to unbutton his pants while devouring his mouth with an intensity that scared her. What did this man do to her?

Sure, she wasn't a virgin. Even Sexy Zexy was a notch in her bedpost. Marly tried, but he was just too…fruity for her taste. Even though he did have a nice body. That scythe was heavy. How many times had she found herself on the training ground on her back, palms on the ground behind her ears, that pink and green monstrosity trapped between crossed ankles held over her head? Too many. She was still sore from their last encounter, and the cut on her ankle had yet to heal.

The other members, save Roxas, Demyx, and the delectable morsel spread out before her, were gay. Roxas was too young. Demyx and Axel were the only acceptable mates, and Demyx was taken by the lovely Alexandra, the newest nobody.

So that left the pyro. And he was good at playing with fire. Especially the type running through her veins.

He gazed down at her, and he realized that there was no place he'd rather be. She ran a hand down his chest and settled again at the button. "are you ready?"

"I'm always ready. Got it memorized?" He smirked again.

"I'll commit it to memory." She smirked back and unbuttoned the jeans. In a flash, the jeans were flying across the room and settling on an open closet door.

She smiled. "I should have known." She ran her hand over the silky flame-patterned thigh of his boxers and slipped a hand under the hem. He shuddered and urged her on by slipping them off and enveloping her under his naked body, so that flesh contacted heated flesh, and muscle rubbed against sinewy muscle. He felt every nerve in his body jump to attention as she licked her lips and gently pushed him up to gaze over his body. For the black robe that portrayed him as rail thin, he was extremely built. He sported a six-pack nestled snugly under his ribs, and there was barely a single ounce of fat on his entire body.

She trailed a blind finger down his spine and reveled in the shudder and the flicker of eyelashes almost as thick as her own. He gazed down at her again, fully at attention in more ways than one.

"You know, there was a lot of silk in this room."

"Yes, and it is now on the floor. Can we get back to what we were doing?" He laid on the bed beside her.

"With pleasure." She reached out and rubbed the white drop of happy juice that crowned the tip of his penis and spread it over the head. She licked the tip and it quivered under her tongue. She smiled and sucked the tip into her mouth just a bit. The headboard groaned in protest as he gripped it tightly. He laced a hand through her hair and pushed her head further down. She traced the length with her tongue and nipped and sucked until he was bucking off the bed. He climaxed and released with fireworks flashing in his eyes. She swallowed slowly and grinned up at him like a cat that licked up all the cream. Or, in this case, sucked it right out.

He flipped her off of him, settling himself on top. He licked the inside of her ear, tounging a path down the cartilage until he reached the lobe. He nipped it gently and swirled over the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. She moaned, and he felt her nipples get hard against his chest. He kissed along her jaw and down her throat to her collarbone. There he laved and sucked, leaving a small bruise. Her long fingers touched it tentatively. "You'll want to hide that from the Superior."

She grinned and lunged up to latch herself onto his neck, running her tongue in circles and sucking strategically, leaving a large bruise deeper purple than her own. "And you'll want to hide that from everyone."

He smiled and grabbed a remote off of the night stand by his bed. He pressed a button, and Hoobastank's "Inside of You" blasted from a stereo in the direction of the dresser. He settled himself between her legs again and began singing along with the music. "What do I have to do, to get inside of you?" He grinned roguishly as he looked down at her body, spread in front of him like a smorgasbord.

"Just ask." She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deep inside, inch by tantalizing inch. She felt every ridge, and basked in the sweet slide of their bodies. He groaned and pumped himself in and out, wishing the moment would never end.

She bit into his shoulder as an orgasm rocked her body, and she pulled him over the cliff with her. She screamed his name, and he released himself yet again deep inside of her.

They fell asleep hours later, finally sated. Their legs were intertwined, and the last strains of "Crawling in the Dark" was the last thing they heard before falling into oblivion, wrapped in each others arms.