Corruption, Chapter Four

By Takika
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Warning: This chapter contains alcohol consumption among other things. Reader discretion is advised…I guess. xD

Author's Note: Thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter, I really enjoy reading them! As a reward….I made an über long chapter….I hope you guys like long ones. Don't expect another one of these for a while. It's taken me over a week to do this one. 0o This chapter was co-written with my bestest friend, ToetalNnyfanatik…by the looks of it, she'll be helping with the rest. YAY. :3

Disclaimer: I don't own KH. If I did, all this smut and stuff wouldn't be called 'fan fiction.'

I sat on the cement bench beside Zexion, munching on strawberry pocky. Zexion was absorbed in reading his book, Understanding the Depths of the Human Mind: A Psychology Major's Guide to Psychology. I stared at the title. "Isn't that a bit redundant?"

"Hm?" Zexion looked away from his text and at the book's cover. "I suppose they're trying to get their point across."

"Yeah," I agreed, not finding much else to say.

A wave of silence passed between us.

Zexion spoke abruptly. "Why are you sitting with me today?"

I shrugged. "I haven't sat with you in a while."

"Are you sure it has nothing to do with Axel catching onto your ill-plotted scheme?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not!"

Zexion smirked. "I hope you know that you can't lie to me. I've always been able to see right through you."

"I know," I admitted sheepishly. "But what I do is none of Axel's business."

Zexion set his book down and reached towards me, then faltered. He set his hand on his lap and looked at the ground. "I know, Demyx….but you've got to understand that we all care about you deeply…we don't want you to get hurt. Axel was just angry that he couldn't protect you."

I was quiet a moment, thinking about what he said. I looked up and grinned. "You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself."

"Of course," Zexion said dismissively.

I walked with Axel and Marluxia to French class. Axel entered the room first, having separating anxiety since it had been maybe ten minutes since he's last seen Roxas. Even though I was standing a few feet behind Axel and Mar, I could see Ax's muscles tense as he stared at Mademoiselle Marlene's desk before stalking to his seat beside Roxas in the back of the class. I barely had a second to wonder why Axel had reacted that way before I found out for myself.

"Well smack my ass and fuck me senseless. Watchu doin' here, Demyx?"

There, in Mademoiselle Marlene's desk, sat no one other than Xigbar. I felt my lip twitch. "I could ask you the same."

Xigbar cocked his head to the side, supporting it by the palm of his hand. "That's a nice little love bite you got there, Dem. And you didn't even bother to try to cover it up. You must be proud. I wonder, how'd ya get it?"

My fist clenched at my side. "You jerk!"

"Huh, me?" Xigbar pointed to his face with his free hand innocently. "What on Earth did I do?"

I glared at him. After what happened yesterday, I was in emotional turmoil, but there was a huge part of me that was insanely pissed at him. "First you confess your attraction to my mom—"

"Wait, what?" Xigbar demanded, holding a hand up to silence me. "I never said that."

"You called my mom 'vexing'."

"Vexing, yes. Very. " He paused. "You do realize that 'vexing' means 'annoying', right?"

"Huh, what?"

Xigbar sighed and waved me off. "Go sit down. I've got to do this roll call shit." I sat down in my desk, which was between Roxas and Marluxia as Xigbar stood and leaned against the front of Mademoiselle Marlene's desk. "'Name's Xigbar. I'm here because my sister 'Lene asked me to. Don't know a word of French so I'm just gonna see who's here and you guys can do whatever the hell you want to." A few kids gasped at Xigbar's language while others chatted amongst themselves about how awesome this guy was. Xigbar grabbed a sheet of paper and began calling out names.

I studied Xigbar as he called attendance. I could hardly recognize him, since he was actually wearing clothing.

"Luve, Demyx."

"Here," I said.

"Of course you are," Xigbar said dismissively. He finished calling roll and gazed around the room. "Mini-Reno," he called, earning a death-glare from Axel. "Go take this up to attendance."

When Axel grudgingly left, Xigbar walked back towards my desk and sat on the edge. "You know, your last name is fucking weird."

"Uh…yeah, I guess."

"Seriously. Demyx 'Love'. It doesn't even sound right."

"Nothing I can do about it," I said slowly. I was so confused about what was really going on between us. 'Us'? There wasn't even an 'us'…he was just….there…I dunno…

"I suppose," Xigbar said absentmindedly. "Hey, Flower Fag, how much longer do we got in this class?"

"Excuse me?" Marluxia demanded. His discontent for Xigbar was as clear as day.

"Geez, can't take a joke, can you, Pinky?" Xigbar frowned. "Seriously, though, what time does school get out? I need a smoke or three."

Marluxia didn't answer. He didn't take lightly to being called 'Flower Fag' or 'Pinky'. It wasn't his fault that he was born with pink hair, after all.

Roxas spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. "We have another hour and fifteen minutes."

"That sucks," Xigbar said. He stared at the wall with a bored expression for a moment. Abruptly, he turned to me, wearing a perverted grin. "I know a way we can pass the time, Dem. Make good use of 'Lene's desk and put on a show for the other students."

My eyes widened. How could he possibly suggest that? "Oh, GAWD, NO!"

Xigbar sighed. "Fine. The bathroom."

"No," I repeated. My cheeks were burning.

"Aww, Dem…"

"If he said 'no', the fucking answer is 'no'," Axel said sharply, standing behind Xigbar.

Xigbar huffed. "Damn, don't get your panties in a bunch, Mini-Reno."

Axel glared at him. "It's Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?" He sneered.

"Committed it to memory," Xigbar retorted snidely.

The two men stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity. Both of them were too stubborn to step down, either. Damn, I was getting a headache by just being around them. I rubbed my temples, trying to make the pain stop. Roxas must have caught on or something, because he stood behind me and patted my back.

"We're going to the library while you two idiots have at it," Roxas announced, eyes on Axel. Roxas and I stood and headed to the front of the classroom, followed by Marluxia.

"Roxie! You can't leave me!" Axel said, breaking his eye contact with Xigbar momentarily to look at his boyfriend with pleading eyes.

"Uh, yeah, I can," Roxas said, rolling his eyes. With that said he turned with a huff and walked out of the room. Mar and I followed suit.

We spent the rest of class in the library. Roxas had grabbed an anatomy book from the reference section and took it upon himself to show us pictures of both male and female gentiles. I swear, he was becoming more like Axel every second. I was pretty sure that probably wasn't a good thing, either. He found a picture of an erect penis and the two of us couldn't stop giggling. Marluxia grinned and licked his lips, then went back to surfing the 'net.

Sometime after that, I fell asleep. I was having peaceful dreams about butterflies and rainbows when I was woken by my shoulder being shaken.

"Demyx, wake up," a voice said.

"Haw?" I looked up sleepily, blinking rapidly, trying to get my eyes to focus.

"Damn, the whole right side of your face has the table imprinted in it."

My eyes narrowed. "Xigbar?" I was so confused. "Wha' ya doin' here? Where's Roxas and Marluxia?"

Xigbar looked around the room and shrugged. "Beats me. Probably left and hour or so ago, you know, when school let out. Some friends you've got."

"They left me?" My voice cracked. How could they just leave me and not wake me up? How could they? I suddenly had the urge to cry.

"Don't let him fuck with you," Roxas said, emerging from the reference section. No doubt he was putting away his 'porno'. Of course, in my sleepy state of mind I didn't even think of that. "The bell rang about three minutes ago."

"Oh," I replied dumbly. I looked to Xigbar. "How'd you find me?"

Xigbar scratched his head. "You certainly are a brilliant one." He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'll let you in on a little secret: if you don't want people to know where you are, don't be in the place you say you're gonna be."

"Right," I replied slowly. I couldn't think straight. I was always like this when I first woke up.

Xigbar rustled my hair. "How 'bout I take you home. You look like you can't walk straight, let alone get home by yourself." His tone was a commanding, even though he worded it like a question.

My head was spinning. "Right," I said dazedly, not even processing half of what he said.

I guess Roxas must have been gaping at me or something because Xigbar looked at him and said, "I'll take good care of him."

I don't remember how exactly I got to Xigbar's car…I just zoned out or something. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in the passenger seat of Xigbar's Viper, sipping on a Monster. I looked over at Xigbar curiously, who was smoking as he drove.

"Ah, you're awake now," He observed. "I figured you could use the caffeine."

"Thanks," I said. I ran my hand over the upholstery of the car. "How'd you manage to afford this?"

Xigbar grinned. "You don't wanna know."

I gulped, unsure of what to think about that. "You didn't, you know, kill the owner and steal this, did you?"

He laughed wickedly. "What an imagination you have! Do you honestly think that I am capable of something like that?" He studied my doubtful expression. "Don't answer that."

I looked out the window, watching the world pass us by. "Where are we going?"

"Was gonna take ya straight home, but these clothes are bugging the hell out of me," he explained, tugging on his red tie desperately.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" he demanded.

"You look like your mom dressed you."

"Shut it, Twinkle Fairy."

My mouth dropped. If he hadn't been driving and if my survival didn't depend upon him driving somewhat safely, I would have attacked him. "What did you call me?"

"I didn't stutter," Xigbar said, taking a sharp turn onto a road I quickly recognized as Marluxia's. After he turned onto the road, he reached over and flicked my forehead. "Twinkle Fairy."

"Jerk," I replied, rubbing my forehead.

Xigbar grinned wickedly as he pulled into the driveway. I stepped out of the car and glanced to my right, Marluxia's house, and spied his little sister playing in the green grass. And she saw me. Great.

"Demykun!" She squealed as she ran over and glomped my waist.

"Hi, Kairi," I said shakily, trying to regain my balance and pry her off me.

"Watcha doing here, Demy? Mar-Mar didn't say that you were coming over!"

"That's because Demyx came with me, not to see you or 'Mar-Mar'." Xigbar said, taking a hand around my waist and pulling me out of her grip with ease. I could feel my skin burn at his touch.

"Aw, Mr. Xiggy, you're so mean!" Kairi wailed.

I just stood there numbly, watching the two interact. I didn't know what to think or what to do anymore. Here I was, at the same place where only a day before, where I had lost all self-control. Had Marluxia not called, what would have happened? What would I have let happen? Was it okay for me just to give in and do what feels good, because it feels good? Ow, my brain's starting to hurt…

"Well, you're going to have to get over it, aren't you?" Xigbar told Kairi teasingly.

"But I dun wanna," she said, pouting. "Do you got any candy?"

"No," Xigbar said, digging in his pocket. He produced ten munny. "But take this. Buy some candy and keep your mouth shut." He knew as well as anyone that Kairi had a pretty big, loud mouth.

"Gee, thank you!" Kairi beamed and skipped away.

I followed Xigbar into his house. "I know you didn't just bribe a nine-year-old."

"Bribe? Me? Of course not," Xigbar said, discarding his blazer and dress shirt. We hadn't been in the house ten seconds and he was already almost naked. Not that I was complaining… "Kairi is just a cute little girl who has a mouth as big as her sweet tooth."

"Cute?" I repeated, astonished with his choice of words. I thought he would have described her as 'annoying' 'bratty' or something of the sort. Not…cute. As I sat on the couch, I mumbled, "I don't understand you at all."

"Not my problem," Xigbar said, walking into what I assumed was his bedroom. "Just sit tight, Demyx, unless you want to come back here and join me. We could have loads of fun."

I became flustered and couldn't think straight—not dissimilar to how I was in the library. Finally, I managed to say 'I'm fine.' I instantly cursed myself for that. What response was as lame as that?

"Damn, Xigbar, keep up whatever you're doing and the kid'll have a heart attack."

I looked up and saw a tall, muscular man casting a messenger bag to the corner of the living room as he spoke. He had long, black dread locks and eyes that were an unreal deep blue. He was wearing stocky denim jeans and a black leather jacket.

Xigbar walked out of his bedroom in boxers. He took one look at the other man and his expression instantly changed from that of amusement to a death glare. "What the fuck? Are you wearing my leather jacket? What the fuck, Xaldin? I don't want your goddamn AIDS on my fucking jacket, you slut."

The other man—Xaldin---ignored Xigbar's hostility. I guessed he was used to it by now. "I don't have AIDS," he replied dismissively.

Xigbar waved him off impatiently. "AIDS, Chlamydia, same thing. Gimme my jacket, slut."

Xaldin took off the jacket and threw it at Xigbar's face. Xigbar caught it before it hit him, however. He walked back into the room and closed the door. Xaldin turned to me and said, "I don't have STDs."

"But you're still a slut!" Xigbar called from the bedroom. His tone was no longer angry anymore, but that of amusement.

Xaldin yelled back, "Am not! I get paid for what I do and you know it!"

I blinked and stared at Xaldin. "You're a prostitute?"

"Is that a problem?"

I shook my head fervently, but I couldn't help but stare at Xaldin. I'd never met a prostitute before. Hell, I didn't even know Radiant Garden had them, especially in the upper-middle class section of town, where apparently this guy lived….

"You okay, kid?" Xaldin asked, waving a hand in front of my face. "Hey, Xig, I think your boy toy's broken."

I snapped back to reality, which I had apparently left for a moment. I looked up at Xaldin, curiously, trying to figure out why I was thinking of Gir and robot boys…. Huh, I must be really fucked up.

Xigbar walked out of the bedroom—completely dressed this time. He looked more like himself now, donned in studded black low riders, a black tank top, and a leather choker. "Whattaya mean, 'broken'? What the hell did you do to him, Xaldin?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"You said he was broken!"

I wanted to smack my forehead. This was so…juvenile. And I would know. Seriously. Xigbar totally went down several notches on the coolness chart. He was just being retarded now.

"Why don't you keep your idiotic arguments in the bedroom?" An icy feminine voice filled the room. I felt a chill run down my spine. I turned and saw a thin blonde woman standing behind me. Her hair was short and slicked back, save two strands of her bangs that were somehow gravity defying. Had she not been wearing such revealing clothes and had she not spoken, I would have thought another man walked into the room. She walked past me with cat-like grace. "You'll have to excuse both of them…their IQs drop about twenty points—to negative six—when they are in each other's presence."

Xigbar frowned. "I find that very insulting, Larxene."

"That's because it was mean to be…idiot."

Xigbar walked to his room and returned with his jacket. "Gimme your money, Larx."

"Why should I?"

"I is your pimp!" Xigbar said in improper English, extending his hand.

Larxene was studying her fingernails lazily. "I didn't get the memo."

"I needs the munny," Xigbar said. I thought I would fall over like an anime character. Don't tell me he gets his money by mooching off people!

"I'm not giving you any of my money," Larxene said shortly.

"Fine," Xigbar said dismissingly. "You better have it soon, though. Or you'll be on the streets." He walked past her and looked at me. "Let's go."

I buckled my seat belt as Xigbar pulled out of the driveway. "You're a pimp?" I asked meekly. I was too curious not to ask. The whole conversation in the living room had kinda confused me.

Xigbar shrugged. "If housing two whores and charging them rent counts as that."

Instead of smacking my forehead, I exhaled deeply. This guy was exasperating. Xigbar ignored my sigh and fiddled with the radio as he drove. Apparently there was nothing good on the radio. He'd stop at every station for a moment, and then change it. He eventually gave up and popped in a CD. I could instantly tell by the sound that it was Children of Bodom, which was pretty cool, since I, too, enjoyed listening to the Finnish death metal band.

I looked out the window, realizing for the first time that it was almost dark out. Shit! I had a feeling that I was supposed to be home for something this afternoon to get ready for something…I couldn't remember what, though. I shrugged the thought off and glanced at Xigbar. With each passing minute, it was getting harder to see anything more than his profile and the glow of his cigarette.

Xigbar glanced over at me, but I couldn't see his expression. "Where do you live?"

"You mean you don't know? I swear you would have, after all this stalking—"

"Who pursued who, hm?" He had a point, I supposed, if he were only referring to yesterday. But in general, I think he was ahead of me in the pursuing. Who was making the innuendos, anyway? "Where do you live?" He repeated.

"You know where Poinsettia Drive is?"

"Yeah," he said, making a left, heading onto the main road.

"I live off of there, in a subdivision called Sakura Fields."

Xigbar raised an eyebrow. "You don't take me as a richie."

"That's because I'm not." I said slowly.

"Uh-huh," Xigbar said sarcastically. "As if anyone else but a richie could afford to live there." I didn't want to admit it, but Xigbar was right. And his reaction was the reason why save my closest friends, no one knew where I lived. I knew I was fortunate to be in a financially secure family, but I didn't like to spend money or anything, unless I earned it. I'd been like that since I met Axel and Reno. They earned everything they had all on their own. When I first met Axel, he never let me forget that either. It was a sore spot for us, of sorts, especially when we first became friends and did the whole sleeping-at-each-other's-houses thing for the first time. There was my house, with my parents, in a nice house where a kid could be carefree, and then there was Axel's house…a dinky old house with cracked and holey walls, a leaky ceiling and a broken chain-link fence...and his parents….I tried not to think of his parents often. He didn't really like them, so like any supportive best friend, I didn't like them either. He would never admit it, but Axel considered my home like his home and my parents his adoptive ones and we both knew it.

Xigbar drove in silence; the loudest noise he made was turning on the car's blinker. We both were consumed in our own thoughts until we reached Sakura Fields. The pulled into the subdivision, stopping at the guard station, which blocked any further entry. The window was already rolled down from Xigbar smoking, so the security guard, Auron, just glanced in.

"State your business," he ordered gruffly. Auron wasn't really big on the being polite to people he encountered on or off the job. It made him an even better security guard—it made him all the more intimidating.

"I'm taking Demyx Luve home." Xigbar said, pronouncing my last name with an 'oo' sound rather than an 'uh'. I had to admit, it sounded better that way.

Auron nodded curtly and pressed the magic button that made the pole-thing that blocked entry. Absentmindedly, I wondered if there was an actual name for it. I never thought if it before.

Xigbar lit another cigarette and began driving again. "Now what?"

"Um, I guess the simplest way is to drive straight until the end of this road, then turn to the left. My house is the very last one there."

About five minutes later, Xigbar pulled into my driveway. I stepped out of the car and closed the door. Xigbar did the same, but he stood by his car door, staring at my house. His expression was virtually unreadable, but I thought I saw a tinge of awe.

I looked at my house, trying to figure out what he was staring at. It was completely dark now, but the ground lights lining the cement walkway lit up the front of my house. Added with the moonlight reflecting in the fountain water in the front of my yard, it was really pretty.

"How many stories is this place?"

"Huh? Oh, three." I said. "150 rooms."

"Holy shit," Xigbar breathed. "You could through some fucking amazing parties here."

"I guess."

Xigbar looked at my curiously. "You've never done it?"

"No," I admitted. "I don't invite many people over."

I started walking towards the front door. Xigbar followed. "I don't see why not," he replied.

I shrugged, and then stopped walking in stared at him. "I don't mean to be rude…but is there a reason that you're following me?"

"I figured it was about time I met the 'rents." He replied with a mischievous grin.

"What?" I was aghast. I rubbed my temples. I wasn't going to try to reason with him. "Fine, I guess." I opened the front door and walked into the foyer, followed by Xigbar.

"Holy shit," he said for the second time in three minutes. "This room is as big as half my house."

I looked at my feet. "Sorry."

Xigbar rustled my hair. "Don't be." He was grinning. "I can only imagine the things we could—"

"Oi! I'm home!" I called, cutting Xigbar off. I really didn't want to know any of his ideas. Not now, anyway.

"Demyx! 'M boy!" Dad called, walking into the foyer with his arms outstretched, wearing his typical black pinstriped suit. He looked at Xigbar curiously. "And who is this?"

"I'm Xigbar Braigston," Xigbar said. I cocked my head to the side. I didn't know Xigbar had a last name.

"'Ello, Xigba'," Dad said cheerfully. "I'm Luxord Luve, Demyx's father. Welcome to our home."

"Pleasure," Xigbar replied, looking around the room.

"Where's Mom?" I asked. I didn't hear him, nor did I smell delicious foods coming from the kitchen.

"In the shower."

Xigbar put his hand to his chest in mock surprise. "And you're not in there?"

"I know, I'm scared, too." Dad said. I was in shock that this was even being discussed. How could Xigbar talk to my dad like this when he just met him? Scary.

Dad looked back and me, studying my clothing. "I hope that's not what you're wearing tonight. You mother will have a fit."

"Tonight?" My eyebrows furrowed. Tonight was…oh, yeah. That stupid banquet thing with Dad's work. "No…I've got them already set out in my room."

"Go ahead and get ready then," Dad said. He looked back at Xigbar. "You can come to, if you want to."

"I'd be thrilled," Xigbar replied politely. Hearing that was scarier than seeing him in a tie in French class. It just didn't fit.

"Jolly good," Dad replied. "Dem, why don't you show Xigba' your room?"

"I thought you wanted me to change," I said, frowning. "I'm not changing in front of him."

Xigbar looked disappointed. Dad either didn't see it or didn't care. "You have a bathroom, don't you? It would be rude to leave your guest stranded in the foyer."

"Yessir," I said. I looked at Xigbar and jerked my head for him to follow. With Xigbar right behind me, I trekked up the marble staircase and headed towards my room. I opened the double doors to my room and stepped inside. "This is my room," I informed him.

Xigbar looked around. It was a bit messy, but I still thought my room was pretty cool. I had a futon bunk bed on the left wall. I usually slept on the futon bed. The bed on top was intended for Axel, since he would never agree to having his own room. But he wouldn't even sleep in that bed, either. I swear, he had so much pride that it made him stupid.

Across from my bed was my TV and entertainment center, which was littered with video games and DVDs. My computer desk was right next to my window, which looked out to the backyard. To the right of my computer desk was the entrance to my bathroom and closet. Don't misunderstand me. My toilet isn't right by my underwear drawer. There's a short hallway that has my sink and mirror. Opposite of that is the wall to my closet.

Aside from the said things and various instruments in my room, it was pretty much empty. I liked it like that. Stuffy rooms made my claustrophobic. Xigbar found one of those 'various instruments' and studied it. "What the hell is this?"

"It's a sitar."

"Can you play it?"

"Of course I can. Why would I have lying around if I couldn't?" I added, "I can also play guitar, bass, violin and a little on the drums."

Xigbar snorted. "You play the violin? Fucking richie."

I frowned. "Mom made me take lessons when I was little. Thought if I wanted to play music so bad, I should play something sophisticated. I'm rather good at it." I narrowed my eyes. "I don't appreciate being called 'richie;"

"Okay, whatever," he said simply.

I grabbed the clothes I had lying across my computer chair and headed for the bathroom. I glanced back at Xigbar, who was still observing my sitar. "Don't break anything. I'll be done in a minute."

I quickly changed into the clothes Mom wanted me to wear. My distaste for them grew every second. I walked out of the bathroom, expecting Xigbar to laugh at me for wearing khaki slacks and light blue dress shirt, but he said nothing, much to my relief. "Let's go downstairs."

We descended the stairs quietly and approached the kitchen. We could overhear Mom fussing at Dad.

"Who, again, did you invite to come with us?"

"Ianno," Dad mumbled, half listening to mom. "Dem's friend….Xigba'. That's his name."

"We know nothing about this man, and you sent him upstairs with our son!" Mom hissed.

"Ah, there's nothing to worry about. You're just overreacting. Take your goddamn pills and shut up." Dad said irritably.

Xigbar looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"It's nothing. Mom just gets stressed before a banquet and stuff. I walked into the kitchen, Xigbar following suit. Dad was sitting at the table, now chatting with Mom about something random now, their strife gone. Mom took his meds and sat at the table, sipping on coffee. Since they were sitting, I decided to sit too, so I took a seat across from Mom as Xigbar sat beside me.

"Mom, this is Xigbar." I said.

Mom looked him over warily. After a moment, he said, "You look familiar."

"He took the Bio course you taught over the summer," I said.

"Oh?" Mom said. "That's where you know him from, dear?"

"In a roundabout way, I guess." I added, "I ran into him again a while back."

Mom nodded and looked over at Xigbar. I could tell he really didn't care for him at the moment. I was certain the second Xigbar decided to say something; it would permanently stay that way. "So, Xigbar, how old are you?"

Xigbar instantly caught onto my mother's disdain for him and decided to egg it on. "Well….add the two…subtract the three…twenty-seven," he said as he flicked his cigarette ashes on the table.

Mom's eye twitched. "Don't do that," he hissed venomously. "I just got that table refurnished!" He didn't say anything about Xigbar's age, but I was positive that he wouldn't forget about it. Even though I didn't even know what my relationship with Xigbar was, Mom probably had his own ideas and no doubt didn't go for Xigbar being ten years older than me. Whoa, that sounds kinda gross….

Dad, however, was completely unfazed by the whole thing. He was—of all things---grinning. "Ah, I remember being young! Good times, good times." I didn't have to see Dad's hand to know that he was rubbing Mom's thigh—and that Mom smacked his hand away without even glancing his way.

"Yeah," Xigbar agreed. He racked his brain for something to say. And the thing he came up with was the one thing I hate thinking about the most. "So, um, how'd you have Demyx?"

Mom replied casually, "In lay man's terms, artificial insemination."

"And what a night that was!" Dad chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I can imagine," Xigbar said in agreement. "Test tubes are sexy."

Oh God, help me, I inwardly groaned. I thought I was going to be sick. I knew this was a bad idea…I knew it. I elbowed Xigbar in the side and hissed, "Stop egging him on," I said, referring to my dad, who would talk about anything, without batting an eye. "Next he'll start talking about how they met." Or worse, their sex life. I didn't mention that, not wanting to give Dad any ideas.

Dad's eyes gleamed happily at the mention of that. I guess he assumed that we'd actually want to hear about it. "Well, we met at a pub, where I was making my nightly pay," he said, rubbing his mustache.

Mom sipped his coffee. "Oh yes, you were stripper then, weren't you?"

"…Of the more gentlemanly persuasion."

"Go Vexen," Xigbar hooted. "But…weren't you worried about STDs?" Oh, GOD! He was trying to talk about these things on purpose.

Mom's face drained. "Yes, but back then, we didn't have to worry about such things."

I shot an irritated look at Xigbar. "Like you have room to talk!"

Xigbar snorted. "Uh-huh, whatever, Twinkle Fairy," he said setting a hand on my thigh.

"AHH!" I jumped, blushing. My parents were looking at me curiously. "Um…um…spider." Mom, not buying that, cleared his throat.

"Don't worry, I'll squish the big, bad spider," Xigbar said, moving his hand farther up my thigh as he lean closer to me. I felt my face flush as I gasped loudly. Xigbar must have been having a helluva time tormenting me in front of my parents.

Vexen frowned and looked over at Dad. "Should we be going?"

"To where?" Xigbar asked.

"A company dinner, nothing much," Dad explained. "Plus free drinks. Which I will use to get promptly smashed and try to get laid."

"Good luck with that."

"You will not," Mom said. "It's your turn to be designated driver."

"I could drive," I suggested.

"NO!" My parents yelled in unison.

"What about Zexion?" Xigbar suggested. I couldn't figure out how he knew Zexion. I didn't remember talking to Xigbar about him, so it proved my theory that the guy was stalking me. "'Cause he's such a hardass, I doubt he'd get smashed."

"He's not coming," I said. Any idiot would know mixing someone like Xigbar with Zexion wasn't a good idea. It would be disastrous. "It's uh, just going to be us."

Mom cut in quickly, "Not like a date." Mom clearly didn't like the term 'us'.

"Nonsense," Dad said to me, shooting down what I said. "A little soirée never hurt anyone." He turned to Xigbar. "I finally have a drinking buddy! Missus doesn't drink very often, I'm afraid."

"Sound like fun!" Xigbar sneered smugly at me.

"NOOOOO!!!!" I wailed.

Mom frowned at me. "As much as I agree with you, honey, that was a bit loud."

Dad was again, unfazed. Sometimes I wondered where he hid his ears. "My, you two are the happy couple. How long have you two been an item?" Wait, what?

"About…three or four days," Xigbar said. Again, what? He added, "Now ask how long we've been—"

"—Petting pandas," I interrupted with the first thing that popped in my head. It sounded just as bad as whatever Xigbar was going to say. "We haven't done that yet!"

Mom looked genuinely disturbed. No doubt he had involuntarily imagined me and Xigbar 'together'. He looked over at Dad, who had a particularly pleased expression on his face. "Nice."

Mom backhanded him. "Hun, if we don't leave now, we're going to be late…and you'll have to pay for your alcohol."

Dad's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Good God! Call the emo!"

Mom ignored the 'emo' remark and nodded. "I will. You three just get in the car. I'll be there in a minute."

Zexion was eating a salad in his apartment when his cell phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hello, Zexion? This is Vexen, Demyx's mother."

"Yes," Zexion said, knowing that.

"Are you working tonight? I need to ask a huge favor from you."

"No," Zexion said. "I'm not working. What is it?"

"Luxord's company is having another stupid banquet. Do you mind being the DD? I'll pay you by the hour if that will help convince you."

"It won't be a problem, Mrs. Luve," Zexion replied. Hell, he would have done it for free, if it meant being with Demyx for a little while. But he wasn't going to turn down money. He needed all he could earn so he could support himself financially.

"Oh, good. It's at that restaurant on Gardenia. I can't think of the name of it…"

"I know what you're talking about; it's about three blocks from here. See you then." Zexion hung up and got ready to go to the restaurant. He opened his front door and looked down, finding a silver-haired boy that was a few inches shy from Zexion's shoulder standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too, Niichan," the boy huffed.

"Seriously, Rikkun, what are you doing here? I was just leaving." Zexion said shortly.

"Mom just dropped me off," Riku said, looking around. "She said since you weren't working tonight that you could watch me. She and Dad have to go out of town."

Zexion frowned. "She should have called me first. I have plans tonight. Can't you go to Sora's? I'm sure Roxas wouldn't mind having you."

"Mom called there first, but Sora's grounded for biting Demyx and giving him a hockey or something yesterday," Riku narrowed his eyes. "But Demyx wasn't even there. Sora told me. But Roxas said he was and they believed him. Big fat liar," Riku grumbled.

Zexion smiled wryly. Demyx sure did cover his bases. Zexion had to admit, he was proud of the blond. He was certainly cleverer than be put on. "That's too bad for Sora, isn't it?" Zexion ran his fingers through his hair. "It wouldn't be a good idea for you to come with me, so you'll have to occupy yourself here while I'm gone."

"But," Riku protested. "I'm not allowed to be home alone."

"You technically aren't at home, are you?" Zexion said evenly. "If you don't tell Mother or Father, they won't know, now will they?"

"Yeah." Riku nodded. "I'll just watch cartoons then," he mumbled and walked into the apartment, locking the door. Zexion double checked to make sure it was locked tight, and then headed to the restaurant.

I sat in backseat on the passenger side. Dad was in shotgun, Mom was to be driving. Moments after we got into out seats, Mom sat in the driver spot of the BMW. "Zexion said he'll meet us there." He said as he buckled his seatbelt.

I leaned forward. "I seriously can't drive?"

"No, you can't," Mom said sharply, pulling out of the driveway.

Xigbar scooted close to me. "Oh really? What else can't you do?" He asked, drawing his tongue over his canines.

"I can do lots of stuff!" I said defensively.

"I'm glad, but I already knew that," he replied, making kissy faces.

Mom slammed on the breaks at a red light, glaring at us through the rear view mirror. "Why don't you children play the quiet game and shut the fuck up?" He turned to dad. "That includes you as well." He floored it when the light changed.

"What did I do?" Dad demanded.

"It doesn't matter. Just shut up."

"No! I'm not a five-year-old," he said.

"Sometimes I beg to differ," Mom retorted, hitting Dad in the crotch.

"My babies!" Dad groaned, doubling over.

Both Xigbar and I winced seeing this. "Feisty one, ain't she?" Xigbar said.

"Don't make me turn this car around!" Jesus fucking Chirst. I was starting to feel three again.

"Oh, no! We'll be quiet!" Dad wailed childishly. He looked to Xigbar and whispered. "Beer!"

Xigbar nodded. "Gotcha." That was the last time any of them spoke.

When we arrived to the supposedly amazing five-star restaurant, we were guided to the section of the restaurant that was reserved for my dad's company. There were already about fifty people there. After we were guided to our table and ordered out drinks [lemonade for me, white wine for mom, hard liquor for dad and Xigbar and food, Dad talked to his employees, thanking then for being here and all that jazz. I just sat there. After he finished, he began drinking rounds with Xigbar.

I was strumming my fingers on the table when Zexion showed up. He sat at the empty to my left. "It's scary to know that a multi-billion dollar corporation is run by that lunatic," he said, referring to my father.

"I know," I groaned.

Dad and Xigbar finished their round. Xigbar slammed his shot glass down. "BOOYAH!"

"Damn it!" Dad cursed, passing a twenty to Xigbar. "Next round!" He called, but Xigbar was no longer paying attention to him.

"So, sexy…what the hell are you wearing?" Xigbar asked me.

"Uh…clothes."

Xigbar stared at me. "Well, they suck. Come with me." He rose, grabbing a backpack. Funny, I didn't remember him coming in with it. He grabbed my wrist and led me to the bathroom before I could protest.

"But…" I finally managed, now that we were in a huge bathroom stall. "What…what are you doing?"

"Well, I could just strip you naked and have my way with you, but I'm actually doing you a favor." He opened his backpack and pulled out a black tee and pants. I couldn't figure out why he was carrying spare clothes like this. "Here."

Having his way with me almost sounds like a good idea. I was surprised at my thought. I knew better than to say that out loud though. I fumbled with my words as I spoke. "But…I have to wear nice clothes…to meet Dad's business partners…" Again. Just like at every other dinner.

Xigbar snorted and rolled his eyes. "Your dad doesn't care. Plus you look better in black."

I felt my cheeks burn. Was I blushing? "Do you really think so?" I asked, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

"Yeth," he said, looking away. The alcohol was affecting his speech, by the looks of it. "Now hurry up or your mom will break in here for my blood."

"…You don't think I'm sexy anymore?" I asked slowly, a tinge of humor underlying it as I noticed him making an effort to not look at me. That was a first.

Suddenly, I found myself slammed against the wall of the bathroom. Xigbar ripped the shirt off of me, tiny blue buttons flying everywhere. He kissed over my chest roughly, causing my muscles to tense and spasm. "Of course I do, or I wouldn't be around, you know?"

I laughed shakily. "Ha…ha…you only like me for my bod then, I take it." I couldn't hide my disappointment.

"That's part of it, yes. But there's something…," his voice trailed off. He gasped and licked my abs, looking up at me with a smoldering eye. "…else about you…"

I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as my fingers ran through his silky hair. "That's good do know," I hissed.

"Oh, you ain't felt nothing yet," Xigbar said, tugging on my pants, smirking.

I began to panic, my knees buckling. "Um…Xig…"

"Um…Xig…" Demyx whimpered, panic setting in his voice. "Nope, you don't get a say in this." On the stall door hang a coat rack thing, and the inspiration. Yanking off my belt, I tied his wrists together, then to the rack. Now this, I could get used to.

Something else…yeah, there was something else. But now was neither time nor place to talk about such things. Grinning almost evilly, I pulled down his pants, then the boxers. By now, Dem was shivering like a racehorse. Not good…if he doesn't trust me then we can't….:"Dem, I'm not gonna hurt you. Trust me." He nodded and gulped, relaxing.

The boxers were gone. Gone were the boxers. All I saw in front of me was Dem's boner, a rather impressive sight…never mind. Carefully, I slowly lowered my lips onto him, hearing with satisfaction the intake of breath. Up and down, up an down his shaft, past the blonde down nestled there.

I kept sucking, but one hand grinded, while the other massaged his balls. Demyx had no control whatsoever, and the faces he was making did not help me whatsoever. I wanted to say parents be damned and take him there, but before I could, I heard-

Zexion busted into our bathroom stall. It looked like Xigbar neglected to lock it. Or I did. I couldn't remember. Zexion's eyes were flaring with rage. I'd never seen him angry in my life. He was always in so much control of his emotions. Was it ironic that the one time he lost it I had my boxers at my ankles? "What the hell are you two doing?" He demanded. I wanted to shrink away into nothingness. But alas, I couldn't…

"Aw, poor little emo. Jealous? Wanna join?" Xigbar sneered.

Zexion was caught off guard. That was something I'd never seen before either. "Ye—Hey—That's beside the point! Vexen was wondering where you two up to... and by the looks of it, his assumptions were correct." He added, a disgusted gaze falling onto me.

Xigbar stood up, giving Zexion a deadly glare. "You tell him anything other than Dem was changing and I will fuck you up."

Zexion narrowed his eyes. "Why should I? What do I get out of keeping your dirty little secret?" I, meanwhile, was staring at my feet. Could this situation get any more awkward?

"Your health," Xigbar growled. "That's what." He moved in front of me, blocking me from Zexion's view as he glared at him menacingly.

I couldn't see Zexion staring at me, but I could still feel Zexion's gaze pass through Xigbar onto me. I knew him well enough that we was waiting for some kind of response out of me, anything. Not finding one, he left. I couldn't help but feel guilty…but there was nothing I could say to him. Or bring myself to say, anyway.

Xigbar turned to me. "Let's go. Hurry up and change."

After I finished changing into more comfortable clothing, we returned to the table. I sat down at my spot, finding me food had already been served and was now cold.

Xigbar sat down, narrowing his eyes at Zexion, who had moved to a spot across the table, rather than beside me. Xigbar then looked at me and whispered. "Listen. I'm sorry. I was…harsh."

I poked at my food, not looking up. "You shouldn't be apologizing to me. I wasn't the one you threatened."

"Good. 'Cause next time it won't end that quickly."

I stopped poking at my food and looked at him. What was he talking about? Zexion? Did he not understand that I wanted him to apologize to him? Or maybe… "You're referring to…prior to that, right?" I asked, drinking his beer.

"Ohhh, are we getting ansty?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I looked at the table as I spoke. "Maybe." I finished the rest of his beer. "Is that a turn on?"

"Yef."

I was quiet a moment. I was in such turmoil. I wanted to be mad at him and stay mad at him…but I just wasn't capable. "Then, yeah, I'm ansty." I said, looking up at him and sticking my tongue out at him.

"Dem-Dems!" I looked up and saw Mom sobbing from across the table. Oh great. He was wasted, too. "Where were you?"

"Brings on the love!" Dad said, hugging both of us. What the fuck? What happened to social responsibility and self dignity? Who let both of my parents get drunk off their asses?

Xigbar looked over at Zexion and asked sharply. "You aren't gonna start hugging me too, are you? 'Cause I don't roll that way."

Zexion narrowed his eyes. "What? Gay?"

"No. Emo."

Zexion glared at him before turning to me. "Demyx, you need to keep your mongrel on a leash," he said briskly.

A deep growl emitted from Xigbar's throat as he lunched across the table, about to punch Zexion. I managed to grab his forearm and make him stop.

"Ohh! Somebody's not getting laid tonight," a grey-haired man said, who had been talking to my father.

Xigbar narrowed his eyes. "Whoayou?"

"I am Xemnas P. H. Esquire VIII, Chairman of the Board---"

"Hey, Mansex, SHUT THE FUCK UP," Xigbar said, interrupting him.

Mom started crying violently. "You're embarrassing and ruining my life!" He wailed at Xigbar. He buried his face in Dad's chest. His cry was muffled now, but I could still understand him through the sobs. "Why can't everyone get along?"

"Vexen, you can't honestly expect a Neanderthal to conform to what society deems as 'acceptable behavior'," Zexion said, shooting another glare at Xigbar. I wanted nothing more than for this to be over. My best friend was fighting with the guy I was…I dunno, with? My father was drunk off his ass and my mother was crying loudly. All at a fucking five-star restaurant. No doubt this would be in the papers tomorrow.

Xigbar lunged across the table for Zexion before I could stop him. He knocked the table over, along with Zexion. I ran up behind Xigbar to try to stop him. He just kept punching and punching. Zexion just lay there, not wincing, not fighting back, nothing. I grabbed Xigbar's shoulder and tried to pull him off.

There was a sharp jab in my stomach. I stepped away from Xigbar, slowly, trying to process what happened. I stood there in shock while Xigbar hugged me, repeating 'I'm sorry.'

"OH-EM-GEE!" I glanced to my right, seeing an excruciatingly enormous woman with bright orange hair and heavy freckles call. "The blue-haired boy is injured! Call nine-one-one!" She squealed. I remembered noticing her watching Zexion earlier, wearing a hungry expression like she wanted to eat the poor boy.

Dad rose, picking up Mom. "I think it's about time to go home," he said, heading for the exit, dragging Xigbar, who had attached himself to me. I stared at Zexion's motionless body as I was dragged away. He just stared at me…with another one of those damn expressions I couldn't read.

Dad unlocked the car, sitting in the driver's seat while Mom sobbed in the front seat. I was quiet a moment, sitting in the back seat, Xigbar to my left. "Shouldn't I drive or something…since I'm the only sober one?"

"Nonsense! I drive better drunk! I'm British!" Dad hollered from the front seat, driving.

I was silent for a moment. "Dad…we need to go to the hospital."

Xigbar snorted. "Why would you want to go see your "friend" when he was going to rat you out?"

"He wasn't going to," I said slowly. "He was just…worried."

When we arrived to the hospital, Xigbar followed me to Zexion's room, waiting outside. He was watching Dad try to by whiskey out of a medical supplies vending machine while Mom went to the cafeteria.

I walked into the eerily white room and sat beside Zexion. "How ya feelin'?"

Zexion glanced at me with a passive expression. "Like shit. I've got three cracked ribs and a breast bone, no thanks to your friend." He paused. "Fucking woman tried giving me mouth-to-mouth recitation while I was awake and breathing."

"You had it coming, you little emo!" Xigbar shouted, leaning into the doorway, glaring at Zexion.

I turned around, and yelled, "SHADDUP!"

"I said I'm sorry!"

"You don't need to be apologizing to me, but to Zexion!"

"That's what you get for going to betray your friend, you little emo fairy!"

Zexion glared at Xigbar. "I wasn't betraying him. I was protecting him from the likes of you, you fucking idiot!"

I was so tired of all this bullshit! I just wanted to scream. 'I am fucking tired of you, Axel, and every fucking body else trying to protect me!" I left the room in a sprint, running blindly down the hospital hall. I found myself in the men's bathroom. Locking myself in the bathroom stall, I began to sob.

I heard the bathroom door open slowly. I saw Xigbar on the other side of the stall door through the cracks. I glared at him angrily, even though he couldn't very well see me. With my eyes narrowed, my vision was blurred by tears. "Go away."

Xigbar ignored my demand. "I don't care if you're tired of being protected, or whatever. But I want you to listen to me for one FUCKING MINUTE! So open the GODDAMN DOOR!"

The last few words were punctuated by Xigbar smashing the door with his combat boot. "I'll give you to the count of three. One, two." He wouldn't, I thought, shaking. "THREE!" With one kick, the lock came off. "That's better." The space between us was quickly destroyed by his long stride. I looked down. "Look at me." I shook my head. "Damnit, look at me!" He shouted, grabbing my face. His eye was spitting fire, and it didn't take a genius to figure out he was pissed.

But why? What have I done? "As much as I hate to say it, they are your friends, and they are trying to protect you. I am the worst possible influence you could have chosen."

I saw red. "I don't want it! I'm not a kid!" I screamed, hitting his chest. I flinched when he reached for me, but he didn't hit me back. He pulled me close to him and embraced me. Xigbar. The playboy bunny, the nympho who claimed he was only using me for my body. And something else, I thought.

"Everyone needs protection, Twinkle Fairy." His tone of voice affected me more then harsh words could. What…is this? "Now where'd leave off?" He smirked and wickedly ran his tongue over his lips.

"Bu-But, it's a hospital stall!"

"That's never stopped me before, and I am itchin' to continue what lil' emo stopped." He growled, sucking at my hickey.

"Th-the bruise won't heal," I shuddered.

"Good, then everyone will now you're my slut." His eye narrowed, I could tell he was deadly serious.

"Are you calling me a slut?!" My voice raised several octaves, and I started to shove him away. He pulled back and glared at me.

"You are MINE, not anybody else's. Ya got that?" His drunken breath hit my face, but the weird thing was it didn't bother me. Maybe he was drunk so much, it was like his aftershave. But it wasn't yucky; it mixed well with his cigarettes and…cinnamon?!

"Getting jealous, are we?" I teased.

"Very. And the instant I get a whiff of Emo or Mini-Reno doing anything to you, I'll punish you."

"How?" Xigbar grinned slyly and sucked even harder on the hickey. "Oh God!" I almost shouted. Who knew something hurting so bad would feel so good? He shoved his mouth on mine hard enough it felt bruised, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Lips locking, tongues searching, it all started to make me feel like I was melting into him. "B-Bu-"

"Shut up, we're doing this here and now, damnit! I'm tired of being interrupted, it's almost as bad as a tease!" He snarled, nibbling up and down my neck until he was back on that same damn hickey.

"Don't stop," I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair, working out his hair tie.

"Wow, who knew you'd be so easily pleased?" He laughed, not even slowing down to take off my shirt properly. Just like the dinner party, the shirt ripped like tissues paper.

"You just ruined a good shirt," I huffed.

"I can buy more." He said. He stopped and cocked his head. Stopped?! NOOOOO!!! "Here." He shoved me against the stall door, which surprisingly held. "Now I can do this," he breathed, holding both my wrists together with one huge paw, while the other yanked off the belt. And without the belt, the overlarge pants fell to the floor. He licked and nibbled his way down to my chest, acting as if he didn't have a care in the world. Giving me a challenging, smug look, he leaned over and nicked my nipple. I whimpered, looking away until the next aggressive bite forced me to turn my head. Dear god, a hickey on my nipple? How would I explain this?! In out, in out, breathe Dem.

"Oi. You ready?" He asked. Somehow I was lost in pleasure until he had his fill of torture. I flushed and nodding, all my muscles trembling and my knees almost gave out again. Especially when he ran that wicked tongue of his over every inch of my body and my abs, moving slowly towards my growing erection. That sight would haunt my dreams for a long time.

"Ahh, ah" I mewled, struggling against him.

"Ssh, I'll soon give you something to moan about." Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid my boxers down to the floor.

"But-but, you're not naked!" Okay, I was stalling.

"Oh, we getting feisty now? Alright." Standing up, he pulled his clothes off, and my eyes bulged when I saw he went commando. "Easier." He laughed, kneeling again with one arm sill pinning me down. It felt so weird, why wasn't I the one doing this?

"Xigbar, you don't--"

"I want to. So I'm going to," and that was that. His mouth moved closer and closer, my eyes widening and blush growing so big it started at the base of my neck and went to the top of my head. He looked up again for consent, and gingerly placed his mouth on the tip. That one touch sent shockwaves up my spine, but it was nothing compared to the raw blasts of pleasure when he shoved his mouth all the way up to my navel.

"O-Oh," was all I could get out.

His eye narrowed in interest, and pumped even faster, wrapping his tongue around and swirling…I'm surprised I didn't rip the hair out of his head, since it was the only support I had.

"X-Xigbar, no-no, it feels strange!" After another swirl of the tongue, I felt like I was going to explode. Reaching up, one of his hands started grinding down the length, making it even harder for me not to scream. The friction, it felt so good, but it drove me crazy. My sack came heavier and heavier with each lick and grind, but it felt so good! "Xig-Xigbar, something's going to come out!" the last part was a yowl as he deep throated me, "Xigbar!" I shouted, hitting heaven as I exploded in his mouth.

I sank to the floor, keeping the last dregs of pleasure as long as possible.

"Not too bad, am I?" He grinned, wiping some over spilled seed on his face.

"N-No…."

"Come on." I flushed. Did he want me to?... But all he did was press me face first into the stall door. Then…spread my legs with my ass up in the air. My whole head felt on fire when I realized why I was in this position. "It's no bed, but it'll do, better then the floor", he mumbled."

"Um, Xigbar?"

"Hmm?"

I craned my head around to look at him. "Won't it hurt unless you have….lube?"

"Who needs lube when you have me? Before I could figure that out, he was licking my asshole. Even more shudders and moans, and I could fell his hardening length against the inside of my leg. It scared me, but even more so, I was thrilled. "Here we go," he said, sliding a thick finger inside. I yelped despite myself, but before I knew it, I had two, then three inside of me. Xigbar flexed the fingers, hitting a spot so sweet I thought I would die. "Okay, you sure you're ready?" I nodded. Stopping now would be pointless and cruel, my body burned so badly I wanted to scream.

"Stop now and I'll never sleep with you again." I growled, earning a wicked grin and chuckle. He stood up, then brought the tip to my ass.

"No matter what, don't be scared, okay?"

"Yes." My voice came out muffled, since my face was smashed against the door pretty much. With a hesitant push, he slid inside me. I wriggled and moaned, reaching back to push him more.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't care, more!" A second later, he was thrusting, and I felt him so hard and so deep. I picked myself up and shoved the door, grinding myself even further onto him.

"Good…God…Demyx, you're so sweet, so wonderfully tight, it drives me insane!" He wrapped his arms around me bolstering me and grinding us together so hard I saw tears.

"Xigbar, Xigbar!"

"Ssh, someone might hear us, remember?" I really couldn't care less. It felt so dreamlike, so wonderful, any pain I felt was soon swallowed by pleasure. Xigbar stretched up and licked the back of my neck, nipping and grazing his teeth all over, driving me to even higher heights. Moan after moan, gasp, thrust, it didn't seem to end, and I couldn't care less.

The same pressure as before started to rising again, only this time, it felt much stronger, much more needed. "Almost there, kid," Xigbar growled, twisting so deep I wouldn't be surprised if my guts got preggars.

"I-I can't take anymore, Xigbar!" I wailed, dragging my fingernails down the door.

"'Ello? Anybody there?" We both froze, then cursed softly. Looks like Daddy had found us. We were royally screwed, and not in the good way.

Ohhh...we is wicked, ain't we. 8D Please review and I'll love your fo'eva. :3