Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts II is copyright Square Enix, as are Demyx and Xigbar and Axel and Roxas and ya know those people. I cannot own them, but maybe one day I will join them, eh? Eh? XD

ALSO : the title is unceremoniously stolen from Depeche Mode, so I apologize, but it was too good not to use and come on, how could I not?

Authors Notes: This ones so short, its almost depressing. XD

Background Music: AFI's "Decemberunderground"

Title: Music for the Masses

Author: Zoshi the Confused
Rating: PG-13 to M (eventually)
Category: Kingdom Hearts II

Genre: Adventure/Angst

Contains: (or will contain) Shonen-Ai/Yaoi, Violence, Adult Situations, and Swearing

Sentences or phrases done in Italics thoughts

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Their entire life was a struggle. A struggle to remember, a struggle to forget. A struggle to feels or not feel. A struggle to survive in a world they weren't meant to be in. Each day, it was the struggle that kept them from succumbing to the cold embrace of oblivion.

This time, it was a struggle to see who would end up on top. Not that it really mattered, not really, who did the pushing and who did the moving and who touched who where, and when, and how.

It was a struggle so harsh the bruises it left would last for weeks. It was full of pushing and groping and tattoos of kisses so deep; lacking the passion but filled to the brim with a desperation they didn't even realize they had. Such a violent attack, harsh and almost unreal; a struggle to remember everything they'd lost. Such violent embraces, as if they wanted to melt, one into the other, as if they wanted to become one being. And, suddenly, they were; two bodies become one, intertwining and interlocking and rolling, one over the other and in the other.

For a moment, they were real.

Afterwards, Demyx lay on his back, arms folded behind his head as he gazed up at the sparkling dark blue of his bedroom ceiling. The covers were in disarray, most of the room was in shambles, but his eyes were dull, unreflecting, showing nothing of the energy and burning desire that had lit them not long ago. His eyes followed the silver of the painted water-trails on the ceiling, but he didn't really see them.

"Zexion, why do we do this?" Demyx asked finally, shifting slightly on the bed. The older man took a moment to pull on his gloves before answering.

"To stave off oblivion."

"Hmph, obviously…" Demyx muttered, snorting. Silence lasted a few more moments, Zexion continuing to gather his items, Demyx continuing to look up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"Then, why do we do this?" Demyx asked finally, brows furrowed in thought. He turned his eyes to the other man. "I mean, there isn't anything after."

"No." Came the reply. Zexion donned his cloak, pausing to examine the zipper before pulling it closed. "That might be because I'm only using you."

"That's all right…" Demyx looked back up at the ceiling and sighed deeply, his thoughts drifting. "I'm only using you too…"

Zexion almost smiled then, an eerie sight on his naturally passive face, then turned to look thoughtfully at the blond.

"Why do you ask so much?" His quiet voice, for once actually asking a question of him, shocked Demyx out of his daydreams, and the blond turned back to him again.

"Well, how else am I supposed to remember the things I don't want to forget?" Demyx asked, grinning. Zexion tilted his head, thoughtfully, before turning to head for the door.

"You are the only one out of us that questions so much…" Zexion said thoughtfully as he started to walk.

"Yeah, well, maybe its because I'm not like any of you…" Demyx shot back, a little huffy.

"Yes, and even so, you've managed to last this long." Zexion mused, opening the door. He paused then, almost looking back at the blond, but not quite, looking pensive once more. "It's intriguing."

Endnotes: BLAH BLAH BLAH ISN"T SHORTNESS GRAND dies