Corruption, Chapter Seven
By Takika and ToetalNnyFanatik
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a bit angsty, so we recommend listening to H.I.M. while you read this chapter. It doesn't really matter what album or songs, but I personally say that Razorblade Romance and Deep Shadows and Brilliant Highlights are some very good ones to listen to while reading. I think those were the albums we were listening to when we wrote the rough draft for this. BTW, it's über long [but it's nothing compared to chapter four because my co-writer threatened my life if I separated all the smut. xD
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy © Nomura Tetsuya/Square Enix
The next few days passed in a blur. I wasn't feeling quite well, so I didn't go to school for the rest of the week. I didn't talk to anyone, except Dad to get the newspaper one time earlier in the week. There never was any report of a couple being attacked or murdered or anything on Tuesday night. Larxene had been right about that. Radiant Garden police didn't care about another murder in the slums.
It was Saturday now. Typically, I would be hanging out with Axel and Roxas or Zexion or Marluxia. But today was going to be spent like every other day this week. Sleeping. I lay down on my bed, grabbing my cell phone. No missed calls. Well, no missed calls except for about thirty from Axel and a gazillion texts from Mar and Roxas. I discarded my cell and curled up in my blankets, watching the television.
Marluxia sat on his couch, flipping through the pages of a magazine, not really paying it any attention. He glanced over at Zexion, who was reading a book. The slate-haired teen hadn't gone to school since he had gotten out of the hospital, being in a lot of pain. He was on painkillers now. While he was still as quiet as he usually was, Marluxia noted that Zexion was less abrasive and even amicable. That made Marluxia happy. But he couldn't stand the silence. He reached for a mug of hot cocoa and sipped it. "Demyx wasn't at school all week," he said, trying to start a conversation with the first thing that popped in his head.
Zexion didn't look up. "You mentioned this before," he said slowly. "Perhaps he is sick? He always had a weak immune system…and the weather hasn't been too great, lately."
Marluxia nodded. That was the understatement of the year. Radiant Garden was well-known for its glorious springtime; hence the name, but few outsiders knew how harsh the winter time was. They had had their first snowstorm in October. It was early December now, and meteorologists predicted that a vicious snowstorm would start later that afternoon. "You're probably right. But Axel mentioned something happened at Roxas's house that might have set Dem into throwing himself a pity party."
Zexion didn't say anything for a moment. What was there to say to that? "Do you…have any more of those sugar-chocolate-cream things?"
Marluxia raised an eyebrow. "The éclairs? Yeah, they're in the kitchen." He walked into the kitchen and return bearing a box of sugary goodness. "Have at 'em…I'm going to go next door." Marluxia pulled on a rainbow hoodie and wrapped a scarf around his neck, and trekked next door.
Marluxia rapped on Xigbar's door. He stood at the doorstep, his fists shoved in his pockets. He doubted that anyone heard him. Larxene and Xigbar were 'conversing' on the other side of the door. While Marluxia figured that they weren't arguing, they were pretty fucking loud.
After waiting a moment, Marluxia hit the doorbell. He heard Xaldin yell 'I'll get it'. He answered the door and stared at Marluxia with a confused expression. "You're not the gay porn delivery!" He looked away, muttering, "Now what are me and Larx gonna watch?"
Larxene came up behind him, ultimately ignoring her pink-haired neighbor. "Never mind that, I got Luxord and Vexen going at it on the hospital roof."
Xaldin squealed. "O-M-G! Let's go watch it!" He said, dragging Larxene away.
"Not in my room!" Xigbar barked. He turned, looking over the back of the couch at Marluxia. "What do you want?"
Marluxia let himself into the house, closing the door behind him. He walked into the living room, pushing past scattered beer cans on the floor. "Actually, I came to talk to you." He studied Xigbar. His long hair was messily pulled back in a ponytail with many strands out of it. Xigbar was wearing a dingy white tank top and red boxers. His eyes were bloodshot and he had stubble on his face. He clearly hadn't shaved in days. "You look hideous," Marluxia observed, running a hand through his hair. "I dunno what the fuck happened earlier this week, but no one has seen Demyx since. The last fucking thing I want is an emo or suicidal Demyx." He narrowed his eyes. "Axel did want me to tell you for some reason that he didn't fuck Roxas."
"Well bully for the redheaded Barbie. It's not my fault." Xigbar said, waving his beer can around, pointing to himself. "He never called me," he continued, now on the subject of Demyx. "He still won't call me. How long can he hold a grudge?"
"…He doesn't have your number." Marluxia said slowly. "And you're the idiot who has it unlisted in the phonebook." Marluxia had managed to get that out of Demyx via text message.
"I have enemies," Xigbar said simply, looking away. "Then why hasn't he visited me? OR are Axel and Roxas too important?"
Marluxia stared at Xigbar. "I don't know what you think you have with Demyx, but all relationships are two-sided, so that also falls onto you. Why didn't you go visit him? It's not like he has a car or he's been to school and been able to bum a ride over here."
"…Can you repeat that? I was busy being blinded by your rainbows."
"Forget it," Marluxia said, waving his arms in exasperation. "You're not worth it," he added, heading for the front door.
"Oi!" Xigbar stood, walking through the beer cans. "What does that mean, you fruit-scented fruitcake?!"
Marluxia turned and glared at the older man. "It means you're a piece of shit and Dem could do ten times better than you." Marluxia was going to say more, but his cell phone went off. "Hello?"
Demyx was crying on the other end. "M…Mar! I…I think I'm pregnant!"
"Demyx, you can't be pregnant, you're—"
"B-but! I saw it on TV. That morning sickness stuff….I have that!"
"No, Dem. I talked to your mom. He said that you ate some bad meat or something earlier this week."
"But all the unprotected—" He broke off in a violent sob. "OH GAWD!" Demyx hung up the phone, leaving Marluxia starting at his own cell in confusion.
"What, what?" Xigbar demanded, shaking Marluxia.
Marluxia looked at Xigbar and replied slowly. "He says he's pregnant.'
Xigbar let of Marluxia. "Larxene! Get the car!" He burst open her bedroom door. "And get that dick out of your mouth!"
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Xaldin growled.
Xigbar closed the door, slumping down. "Dem needs me…" Marluxia frowned. He was clearly drunk. He looked up at Marluxia. "You have a car."
The pink-haired teen sighed. "I guess I can drive you…." Marluxia said reluctantly, already texting Zexion to tell him that he wouldn't be back for a while. He walked out of the house, Xigbar behind him, neglecting to grab a jacket.
Xigbar rubbed his arms as Marluxia drove. "Mar, can't you turn on the heater?"
"It's broken," Marluxia replied.
"Damn it. I'm coming Dem!"
I was unable to sleep. My skin was burning and clammy, my hair was damp. I couldn't think clearly at all. I stumbled out of my room and down the stairs. I wasn't sure what I was doing, or where I was going. I made it outside into the snow, only wearing my black bedroom robe. The snow was deep. I put all of my strength into each step until finally I collapsed, unable to move anymore.
When I came to, there was a swarm of activity around me. I was in my bed, tucked in under the covers. My vision was blurry…but I could see my mom and dad, my cousin Tidus, who had come earlier in the week to attend RGU's law enforcement academy. Auron was there too. Why? And then…Xigbar. I must have been dreaming. I closed my eyes again, wanting to truly wake up.
I heard an odd zapping sound. "Damn, the power's out!" I heard my dad say.
"Fucking snowstorm," Auron cursed gruffly.
"Where are the candles?" Tidus asked. "Oh, I found them."
"I'll light them," Dad said.
"No. You won't," I heard mom say.
"The other room has a fireplace," Xigbar said. What room? Ah, my sitting room. I hated that room; it was far too stiff and elegant for my tastes. I felt myself being lifted from my bed, along with my blankets and set down on the stiff couch.
"Nng," I groaned, opening my eyes slowly. I could feel the radiant heat from the fireplace. I glanced over at Tidus. When he caught my gaze, he turned to my parents and forced them out. Then he left, followed my Auron.
Vexen didn't appreciate being forced out of his son's room. He was in no condition to protest, however. "My poor baby! What was he doing out in the snow?" He sobbed. "Is he going to be okay?"
"He'll be fine," his husband said soothingly. "Xigbar's here."
Vexen snuffled, glaring at Luxord. "How can you say that?"
"Demsies has been sick for four days now, when he should have been better in a day," Luxord replied calmly. "Think about it, dearie. Did Xigbar come over once? …It's sickness of the heart, not the body." He kissed his wife's cheek. "Come on, Sweet. There's whiskey and calamari waiting for you in the bed chamber."
I moved my hand slowly, feeling around the couch that was within my reach. I found a hand, Xigbar's hand, and squeezed it, enlacing my fingers with his. I looked up at him, my vision slowly clearing.
"How ya' doing, kid?" Xigbar smiled softly. "You gave me quite a scare. Why the hell did you decide to go walk in the snow in a robe?"
I was confused. Why was he here? And smiling? Didn't he…hate me, or something? "I'm not a kid," I said, wheezing. "I was…I was…" I closed my eyes again. "My penguin ran away from me. Had to go get him back."
Xigbar's smile faded into a frown. He placed his other hand on my forehead. "You're burning up. I'll go get some snow…"
"Don't leave me," I wailed, sitting up quickly. Far too quickly. My head began to pound painfully.
"Okay, okay, I'll get Tidus to do it, but lay down." He lightly shoved me down so where I lying down again. "If your fever doesn't go down, you'll have to go to the hospital."
I had no control over my emotions or anything. I just started crying. I was a pathetic mess. "I'm fine. Really, don't leave." I reached for him, grabbing Xigbar's wrist, pulling him close to me. My other hand motioned him down close to me. I clenched my fingers around his choker, pulling him close. I pressed my lips against his, tears running down my cheeks.
Xigbar kissed me back slowly and uncertainly. It was like Xigbar wasn't my confident and experienced lover, but a shy and timid friend with benefits. Or something. He tilted my head up and kissed each of my closed eyelids before planting another kiss on my lips. He lifted a hand and wiped the tears from my cheeks. "I'm going to be right back. Can you wait one second? You need to eat something."
Xigbar returned in what felt like an eternity with snow and a can of soup. The snow froze my skin, giving me chills that wouldn't go away. I was genially pleased when Xigbar handed me a bowl of soup which he had heated up in the fireplace.
I sat up and slowly sipped the hot liquid, never taking my eyes off Xigbar. When I finished all of the soup that I felt like eating, I discarded the bowl on the end table to my right. "Thanks."
"No problem, just don't get so sick that I have to take care of you," he said, his fingers brushing through my hair. "And don't be so stupid and decide to walk in the snow."
I laughed awkwardly. "I was under the impression that you were enjoying this." I paused. "Can I, uh, have your number?"
"I already put it in your cell phone," Xigbar said. "You don't know how tempted I was to delete Mini-Reno and Emo's numbers."
I frowned. "It wouldn't have made a difference, anyway. They're all up here," I said, tapping my head. I stopped and studied him. "By the way…the whole grungy I-haven't-bathed-in-a-week look really doesn't suit you."
"You have the memory of a goldfish. I wouldn't look like this if it weren't for you!"
"I didn't do anything," I protested. "You were the one who got pissy and left me because of something Axel said." I glared, coughing. "So if you're going to start acting like a bitch and blame me for shit—" I coughed again, waving him out of the room. "You can just leave."
"I noticed that you didn't refuse automatically, but every time I suggest we do something, you scream, panic, or are just mean. It's also you're fault because you could have called Flower Fag and he could have gotten to me sooner so I wouldn't be on the fourth day of a drinking binge!"
"It's not like whatever I say stops you anyway! I was a bit busy getting my hand molested to say anything," I paused. "If you wanted to see me so fucking bad you could have come over or just walked next door to see Mar instead of sitting on your couch feeling sorry for yourself."
Xigbar narrowed his eyes. "And what, pray tell, were you doing with stacks of H.I.M. CDs and snack food?" He must have noticed the boxes and wrappers of the snack cakes all over my floor. "Looks like you were holing yourself up in here." He paused. "And it doesn't stop me because you say no, but act on it anyway. It's so damn confusing!" He stomped towards the door.
I reached for a twinkey and hit the button on my remote that turned my H.I.M. music back on. I didn't care that I was sick. I knew the sugar would only make me feel worse, but I didn't want to feelgood. "…This doesn't mean anything."
Xigbar snorted. "Uh-huh, and my two foot deep mosh pit of beer cans means I went on a liquid-only diet."
"Okay then, it does," I said, rolling on my side, facing the couch away from Xigbar. "…I don't understand…why everyone expects me to be good at all this…bullshit."
"Weren't you and Little Emo dating? You can't tell me I was the first person you've 'been with'! …It's not easy on me either. To be honest, the most I've ever done for any 'date' was to buy dinner."
My eyes widened. "How do you know about that? You are stalking me or something, aren't you?" I snorted. "But you know what? Before 'that' night, I was a virgin."
"Word speads fast in a big city especially if the subject is the son of a multibillion empire." He paused, and then smirked evilly. "Really, now? Do you know of any virgins who wear skin-tight clothing and hits on the first guy who comes up to them?"
I stood wobbly, trying to smack him, but I fell over. "FUCKING ASSHOLE! You fucking came onto me!" To be honest, I wasn't exactly sure who came onto whom first, but I knew me and I wouldn't do that, would I? My eye twitched. "I reallyhate you."
Xigbar picked me up, ignoring my weak scratches and slaps and set me on the couch, pinning me to the back of the couch by my shoulders. "That's it, isn't it? You can't accept the fact that you consented to it! That's why you push me away. That's why you flinch every time I'm near you. Every time I—" He broke off with what he was saying and kissed me roughly. I tried to push him away, but I was too weak to stop the invasion of my mouth.
When he pulled away, I stared at him numbly. "…If you honestly think that…why do you…keep coming back?"
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "I saw a chick with no bra jogging, and I felt nothing. No bra. As in double Es! With an hourglass figure and the face of an angel. And I could have slept with her. And I DIDN'T. Tell me that ain't fucked up."
I stared at Xigbar. Never mind that it had to be impossible for a woman with boobs that big to have an hourglass figure. "…What the fuck does that have to do with anything? Trying to hint that you want a chick? Go for it! Do me a favor and lemme alone!"
"Hmm…no. Until I figure out why I'm only attracted to you, you're stuck with me." He said, sitting beside me, scooting close to me.
I scooted away. "What if I don't want to be stuck with you? Inconsiderate assfucker…"
"Did I ask you what you wanted?" His eye smoldering, he shoved me down.
I tried to resist and push him off, but I couldn't. "What the fuck are you doing? Asshole! I can't insult me then try to fuck me!" I glared. "Get off me!"
"I beg to differ," Xigbar said, looking pointedly at my crotch with an evil smile.
I jerked my knee up, squishing Xigbar's nuts. "I said get off me!"
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Xigbar fell onto the floor. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me down with him—on top of him, to be exact.
I glowered down at him, putting my weight on my knees as I sat straight up, straddling him. "Let me go!"
Xigbar's eye was blazing with hatred. He harshly shoved me onto the hardwood floor, glowering at me. "You've crossed a line you can'tuncross, kid," he spat. "Why do you think they warned you against me? I'm not some teenage love interest to tease for giggle fits."
My eyes widened. "You do realize that I'm a teenager who constantly has giggle fits, right?"
Xigbar narrowed his eyes. "Yes…let's see how ticklish you are here." He pulled open my robe, his moving down my chest to my crotch. Licking his lips, he growled and sank his teeth into my flesh, near a nipple.
I gasped loudly, my eyelids fluttering, squirming beneath him. "FUCK."
Xigbar chuckled darkly. "I can tell you like that, don't you? Won't say it, though. Hang on one second." He turned away, letting his hair down. For a moment, I could see a network of scars on his back. Some were deep and long, others like fine scratches.
My hand traced the scars down his back. "How'd you get all those?"
He stiffened slightly, then relaxed. "Abusive bitch," he muttered dismissively. "He's long dead now. Thought it was a turn on to see people bleeding to death."
I looked down at my chest, blood dripping from his bite. "…Like you?"
"You're not dead. All you've got is one small bite," he sneered, licking up the blood, sucking on the wound.
I shuddered from the pain…and the eroticism. "X..ig," I said, glaring at him. It was pretty non-menacing, I'm sure. I was getting frustrated. I needed to stay mad at the fucking asshole. But for some reason, I was having a helluva time doing that.
Xigbar wheezed, giving me a shaky grin. "I can feel you trembling, and I know you're enjoying it. I'm feeling it so much more." I looked down, his cock throbbing painfully.
I whimpered, and stood shakily, and headed for the bathroom. I barely got a foot away before he growled. "Where do you think you're going?" With swift speed, he tackled me, bringing me painfully to my knees on the hard floor.
I hissed in pain. "Don't…" I begged. "Stop."
"Don't stop? I wasn't going to," he said, ripping the sash off my robe, pulling it completely off me.
I didn't mean for him to not stop. There was no convincing him otherwise, though. "But…I'm still healing from last time."
"I know," he admitted. "That'll make it more interesting." Using the sash to my robe, he bound my wrists together, pushing me down on my forearms. "Ready?"
"Of course not," I growled.
"Good," he replied. I couldn't see his face, but I could imagine the wolfish grin that he bore perfectly. He shoved three fingers into me. Then a fourth. I gasped loudly, twitching uncontrollably. I bent my head down into my forearms. "That's what I like to hear! Come on!" Without warning, Xigbar thrusted into me. No lube, nothing.
"FUCK! YOU SONUVABITCH!" I cried. I could feel the blood seeping out of me.
"Oh my," Xigbar said, wiping a line of blood off me. "You taste absolutely delicious."
My eyes widened as I caught my breath with my head setting on my forearms. He didn't….
"…If you say so," I panted, nudging my ass up.
"Ooh, aren't we compliant. Fine, I'll reward you." He thrusted into me harder and faster. A moan escaped from me as my face flushed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I couldn't think. I craved him. I wanted more and more in me. It wasn't enough. My back arched, my ass rising higher, so Xigbar could delve into me even deeper. "Goddamnit, keep this up…huff…I won't last much longer." His hand fumbled around, finding my cock, rubbing it, timed with each thrust.
I moaned his name, my hips rocking, meeting the thrusts. Deepening them. I shuttered when he grasped me. My muscles tensed, tightening around Xigbar's cock. "Oh…fuck. HARDER."
Xigbar paused. "Harder?" He slowed each thrust, until there were none at all, pulling out until only his head was within me.
I clenched my teeth. The pressure was building up within me, like I was about to burst. "Goddamnit, Xigbar," I growled. "Fuckin'….Fuck me!"
"Hm, I don't know," he taunted, slowly slipping back into me. "Only if you beg."
I clenched my eyes shut. I did not want to beg, but my erection was hardening painfully. "Please," I said, barely audibly.
Almost instantly, Xigbar was buried deep within me again, the thrusts harder and faster than they were before. "God, Dem, how come I can't---" Xigbar never finished what he was going to say, his words choked out by moans.
I chill ran down my spine as I moaned. I buried my face in my forearms. "Fuck," I murmured as I climaxed, spilling onto the hardwood floor.
"Demyx!" Xigbar called as he came within me. His fingers tangled in my hair as he slid out. He pulled me to him as he fell onto the floor.
My body was weak, but in a good way, a way I couldn't explain. I scooted towards him, my wrists still bound. Laying on my back with my head laying on the side of his neck, my arms held up slightly, I asked, "Can you untie me?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah," Xigbar replied dazedly, untying me then pulling me into an embrace. "Mm…you're not too hurt, are you?"
My eyes drifted to the corner of Xigbar's mouth. I leaned close to him, my tongue trailing over said corner, licking up blood. "Not too…horribly much," I said in the lowest husky tone I could.
Xigbar winced when he heard my voice. "Hm…no," he said. "But, I'm sorry about…the fight. And being a little…rough."
I frowned. "What did I do?" I nodded to his apology, and scooted closer to him, draping a leg over his waist, pressing against him. "S'okay."
"Sexy sounding isn't your thing," Xigbar stated. "I seriously doubt we could do this again without me scarring you." He buried his face into my shoulder. "Besides, I doubt this is good for you, or us."
"Us?" I might as well have not heard anything else. I tackled him into a hug, planting a big kiss on his lips.
"Slow down, slow down!" Xigbar commanded. "It's not like we're getting married or something."
I frowned, my eyes narrowing. "I'm…not allowed to kiss you?"
"No, no, no, you can. See?" Xigbar lifted his head up, pecking my lips. "But I don't want you taking things too seriously too soon."
What did he mean? I didn't get it. Wasn't what we had…serious? "But…you said it."
Xigbar sighed. "Dem, what did you hear?"
"Us!" I replied, grinning.
"Ugh! Dem, I don't want you to getting hurt. So don't get your hopes up," he said, hugging me.
My smile faded. "I…I don't understand," I sniffled.
"Never mind," Xigbar said, pulling me closer, if that was even possible. "Just promise that you'll try to be more understanding and listen more, hm?"
I grinned stupidly. "Okay!" I hugged his neck and loudly kissed his cheek. "I really like you, you know that?"
"Dem, did your brains leak out during sex?"
"That can happen?" I moved away, wrapping my arms around my knees. "Holy shit!"
"For fuck's sake, no!" Xigbar sighed. "C'mon, let's go to bed." He pulled me up onto the couch, wrapping my white fuzzy blanket around us.
"I have an actual bed in there," I said, pointing to my room. "It's nice and big and stuff," I mumbled, snuggling in Xigbar's arms.
"But if we go there, I won't sleep. Plus, it's warm in here," he replied, holding me tightly as he drifted into sleep.
I smiled softly, running my fingers through his hair. I yawned and went to sleep too, using the crook of his neck as a pillow.
I was woken up with Xigbar sleep talking. "Mm…Dem, you smell so good," he mumbled, nibbling on my earlobe, making me moan. It must have been several hours later, since the fire had died down. I was now wide awake, with another fucking boner, which was pressed against Xigbar's. I absentmindedly wondered if he had a permanent erection…
"Oh, hello thur, Dem. What a boner!" He said, grinding on me.
"X…Xigbar," I called, shaking his shoulders with no avail. He remained asleep, grinding harder. I tried to pull away, but his arms were holding me like a bear trap. The weirdest idea popped into my head then. If I couldn't wake up or escape…I wasn't sure where exactly I was going with this, or why. I leaned my head over, and bit his neck. Clearly not a good idea.
"Mm…Dem, don't put…toe there," he mumbled. What the hell?
"…Do you like that, Xiggy?" I asked, attempting to give him a hickey. He damn well deserved one.
"Damn tease…" Xigbar mumbled, his cock throbbing against me.
"Don't you know it," I mumbled, trying to pull away again. But it didn't work. The door to my sitting room jingled. I could hear my parents talking on the other side. Crap. As the door opened, I fell off the couch, Xigbar landing on top of me.
Mom walked into the room, followed by Dad, who held the key to my door. He took a quick glance at me and Xigbar, the discarded clothing, and the 'mess' on the floor. He looked back, glowering at me. "What the fuck is going on?" He demanded.
"Mmh…euh?" Xigbar finally woke up, his words slurring. "Where'd you come from?" He turned to me. "Why aren't we sleeping?"
"…It looks like you were! Bwahahahahaha!" Dad said, pointing at the floor.
"Oh, for god's sake, Demyx!" Mom cried, spazzing.
"…Can, uh, you guys…leave?" I was even more embarrassed and mortified now than I was when we were at the hospital. Why did this always have to happen?
"Seriously guys," Xigbar murmured in agreement, his face smashing into my back.
Mom didn't seem to hear us. "I can't believe you! On the floor! You didn't even clean it up! You…You're supposed to be a virgin! I knew," he said, pointing to Xigbar, "that he would be a bad influence!"
"Ow, my head," Xigbar groaned. "Why are we here and not on the couch? When did they get here?" He pulled the blanket from the couch and draped it over us, covering our nakedness.
"Kissy, kissy!" Dad said, flailing his arms around, making kissy faces.
I banged my head on the floor, groaning. "Just go away…"
"Demyx," Mom said his voice slightly calmer. "I think you should come with your father and me."
"No," Xigbar stated, holding me close to him. "You can say what you want to my face."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Dad said slowly. Xigbar grunted in response.
"Demyx!" Mom said, waving a finger at me. "Get up and get dressed! I forbid you from seeing this man! He's too old for you and he's corrupting you mind! Stealing your innocence!"
"And what about you?" Xigbar challenged. "You drink nonstop and pop pills more than any druggie that I know! You married a slut!" He turned to Dad quickly. "No offense."
"None taken," Dad said proudly, posing 'sexy-like'.
"Shut up! Shut up! I wasn't talking to you!" Mom shouted. "Demyx, get dressed!"
"….No."
"WHAT?"
"I…like being naked," I said slowly.
"Like father, like son!" Dad said, earning a harsh smack from Mom. "Owie!"
Xigbar laughed, talking to Mom. "Not much luck for you, mate."
Mom was beyond pissed now. "LUXORD! You better see things my way or I'll hold out on you."
"I'm screwed," I said, hiding under the covers.
"Hmm…come on, Dem, we'll only be a minute!" Dad said.
"Go ahead," Xigbar said soothingly. "I'll be here."
"But I don't want to," I protested.
Mom tapped his foot impatiently. "Just go get dressed! We won't look at you." Looking hesitantly at Xigbar, I stood, then walked into my bedroom to get dressed. I returned several minutes later in jeans and a tee shirt.
"I'll be behind you all the way, spiritually," Xigbar said. I wondered if that had some kind of double connotation.
"What a lovely declaration!" Dad said. "I mean, horrible!" He corrected himself, earning a glare from Mom.
I followed my parents to their room, which was located on the other end of the hallway. I took a seat in a chair, my arms folded as I sulked. "What do you guys want? I was, y'know, asleep."
"We want you to break it off with that man," Mom said.
Dad was rummaging through his liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of some kind of alcohol, sniffing it. "Ah, very good year! Year my mother was born." He glanced over at Mom. "Why do we want that? I like Xigbar!"
"He's corrupting our boy and turning him into a nympho!" Mom cried. He went on and on, ranting about this and that. About how Xigbar was too old for me, blah, blah, blah. Hell, he even brought up stuff from several years ago. I thought my ears were going to fall off. I wasn't gifted in being oblivious to Mom's rants like Dad was.
There was only one way I could end this. For now, anyway. I turned to Dad with the best puppy dog eyes I could muster. "Daddy, I want to go back to my room. Xigba' is probably freezing," I said in a British accent. For some reason, Dad loved it when I spoke in it.
"Yes, yes!" Dad said, hugging me. "Daddy will give you what you want!"
"Luxord!" Mom yelled, but Dad ignored him.
"Thanks, Daddy," I said and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind me. Even as I was walking down the hallway, I could hear Mom yelling at Dad shrilly.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW COULD YOU LET HIM GO BACK?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO?! DO YOU REALIZE?!"
"Make biscuits?" Dad replied.
"FUCK! THAT'S WHAT! HOW CAN YOU BE SO DENSE?!"
I shook my head and continued to my room. I slipped in and looked around. The blood and semen had been cleaned off my floor. I poked Xigbar with my foot [which was a little harder than it sounds, since he was laying on the couch, observing Xigbar's damp hair….he must have taken a shower in the dark or something….
"So…smex with Dem is bad?" Luxord asked his wife meekly. Naturally, he didn't mean his having smex with Dem. He would never do that.
"Uh, yeah, it is," Vexen replied, glaring. "And to help you realize this, I'm holding out on you for two months."
"NOOES!" Luxord cried. "Wait…just because you hold out on me doesn't mean my hand will! Mwahahahaha!" He rummaged through his stash of Playgirl and ran off to the bathroom.
"Your hand never helped you and you know it!" Vexen replied, standing up with a flashlight. He wanted coffee. Didn't matter if it was cold or not. He needed it.
"We'll see how long you last! I shall be more romantic than Leonardo DiCaprio and more seductive than Johnny Depp!" Luxord called from the bathroom. Vexen's eyes widened as he headed downstairs, muttering to himself
"RAWR," Xigbar said, his arm sneaking out of the blankets and grabbing me. "Why aren't you under here with me?"
I wanted to smack my forehead. And people said that I was slow. "My 'rents walked in, remember?"
"Eh? They enjoy the show?"
I jerked my foot away. "Uh, no, I got bitched at."
"Aw, then let me give you some comfort," Xigbar said, tugging me again. I fell on top of Xig's back.
"You're as hard as a rock," I observed dryly. I wasn't mad at him, but after getting bitched at for a millennium, I wasn't exactly in a good mood.
"Uh-huh. Now what are you going to do about it?" ….Did he realize that I was referring to his back?
I rolled off Xigbar. "My ass hurts like hell," I whimpered.
"Poor baby, want me to kiss it and make it better?" Xigbar asked teasingly, leaning towards me.
I pushed him away. "What the hell?" I asked, my cheeks burning.
"Hm," Xigbar grunted. He blinked and burst out laughing. "Not seriously, you lil drama queen. Can't you take a joke?" Xigbar stood up without the blanket. "I'm going downstairs to get a cigarette."
"You're not seriously going down there naked, are you?" I asked diverting my eyes.
"Why, yes. Want to escort me?" I squealed in shock, hiding under the blankets. "No? Your loss. I was going to get something to drink."
I groaned, my voice muffled by the blankets. "I can't believe you! It's about thirty degrees colder out there. Your thingy will fall off and I will laugh!"
"I doubt that. I mean, I walk around naked all the time. I just started wearing boxers when I go to the door since Lar said she was tired of seeing my cock every time she came home from sucking other people's cocks."
"I don't want to know that," I groaned. I took the covers and limped-ran to my room, closing my door. I lay down on my bed, which was ice cold.
"What? You know she's a ho. Awww, poor Dem's still naïve," Xigbar chuckled. He slid into my room for a moment, wearing boxers. "By the way, the boxers I'm wearing? They're yours from the hospital."
"WHAT?" I yelled, curled up in a ball on my bed. "GIMME MY BOXERS, PERV!"
"…No. You want them, come and get them," he said simply, walking out.
I bolted out of the hallway, trying to ignore my bodily pain. Xigbar was standing at the stairs when I got down to the end of the hallway. I jumped on his back, knocking him down the stairs. We tumbled down like a tire wheel. I landed at the foot of the stairs, Xigbar pinning me down. "You gonna try to get your boxers back?"
"No, I will. Fucking asshole! I spent forever trying to find them after you broke the stall!" I cried.
"It's your fault you were so scrumptious," Xigbar said teasingly, "and I had to take your right there…and right now." His breath was on my neck, sending a chill down my spine. My eyes widened as Xigbar's boner throbbed against the inside of my thigh.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound behind me, like that off china and liquid. I titled my head back to see my mother standing a few feet away with a broken coffee mug at his feet. "DEMYX ROSELINE LUVE!"
My eyes widened. I wanted to just shrink away into nothingness. Xigbar, on the other hand, seemed amused. "Your middle name is Roseline?" He snorted.
Somehow, Dad heard from wherever he was upstairs. "OI! I named him that!"
This day just couldn't get any worse. I groaned. "…Get off me…"
Just as I said that, Mom started on another rampage. What happened to the days where I couldn't do anything wrong and he was happy with me no matter what? It seemed so long ago… "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, DEMYX?! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" He shrieked. "MY FUCKING COFFEE! AAHHH!" He pointed to Xigbar. "LEAVE MY HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK! AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SON!"
"…better idea," Xigbar said. "Kidnapping time!" He stood and threw me over his shoulder, simultaneously lighting a cigarette. Then he ran out the front door into the cold. I was instantly shivering. At least it wasn't snowing anymore, though. "Got your cell phone?"
"Yeah," I nodded, producing a small light blue cell with music note charms.
"Demyx!" Mom shouted, following us outside. "I forbid you from going with that man! LUXORD!"
Luxord opened an upstairs window and stuck his head out. "Oh joys, it's just like a chick flick! Run, you can make it!" He yelled, earning him a snowball getting thrown at him by Mom. "Ow! My eye!"
Xigbar ignored them and kept walking through the snow in my boxers. How the hell he was managing this, I didn't know. He stopped at the edge of my driveway and set me down. "Call Larxene, she'll give us a ride."
"You tell me as if I know her phone number." I replied, my teeth chattering.
"I put her under 'Castrator'."
I blinked, then flipped through my contact list. Sure enough, there Larxene's number was there, under said name. I hit call, and waited for Larxene to answer.
"WHAT IS IT?" I stared at my cell phone, which I had held away from my ear, thank god. I meekly told her that it was me. "Oh, hey, Barbie Doll." Xigbar snorted.
"Um…we need a ride. Can you get us?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll be there. See ya!" Larxene said, hanging up.
"Couldn't you have come up with this idea after calling for a ride or something?" I asked, shivering.
"And risk the wrath of an MPSing mother? No thanks," Xigbar said, huddling close to me.
Shivering, I pressed myself against Xigbar for warmth. "I think my balls are going to fall off," I said, clenching my eyes shut.
Xigbar snorted. "Speaking of balls…"
My eyes snapped open and looked up at him. "What?"
"You say something? What, what?"
"You said 'speaking of balls'! What's that mean?" I asked, slightly panicking.
"I did, did I? Hmm…I think the cold is affecting your hearing." Great, now he wants to fuck with my head.
"Don't fuck with me," I whined. My brain was starting to hurt.
"I get to fuck you?!"
"No. Never again."
"That's what you said," Xigbar said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"No. I said 'don't' as in 'do not' which means 'no.'"
"Yes!"
I pushed him away. I really couldn't put up with this stuff now. "I guess…I'll go back inside." To the warmth. It was totally worth getting bitched at.
"Come on, I'm just messing with you," he said, pulling me back. He held me close and nipped my neck, which I tried to ignore.
"How am I supposed to know that?" I asked, sulking.
"I'm not that stupid," Xigbar said, biting harder, his tongue slowly trailing over where he bit.
I shivered, my back arching, pressing against him. "Maybe…you aren't…but I am." Xigbar's hands moved down to my hips, rocking them from side to side while biting the base of my neck. I moaned. "..Xig…we shouldn't…."
"Stop?" Xigbar asked. "But I'm so warm." He rocked my hips forward.
How could he be warm? Fucking double connotations… I shuttered, trying to move away. "You might be warm…but I'm not."
"I know, I can feel you shivering. I can fix that," Xigbar said in a husky whisper. His hand trialed down into my pants pocket, grabbing my ass.
I squealed in shock, jumping into the air. "Don't. Do. That."
"This?" He questioned, pinching my ass. "But you have such a great ass. It's irresistible."
I looked down blushing. "…You really think so…?" Sure, I've been complimented before, usually by some bimbos at his school he'd never seen before. For some reason, Xigbar complimenting me…made me feel different.
"I'm surprised you have the nerve to bend over. I've seen so many people try not to grope it." He slipped his hand down the back of my boxers, grabbing my ass.
"Youdo spy on me, don't you?" I managed to say, my hips grinding with his as I tilted my head up.
Xigbar grinned, purring in a husky tone. "'Course I do, but I won't lie. My eye is usually glued to your ass."
I wrapped my arms around Xigbar's neck, cocking my head to the side. "I always thought that my face was my most attractive attribute I had."
"What am I, a preteen prep?" His eye softened. "Yes, I like your face. But you got to learn now, kid, guys my age are after two things: boobs or ass."
"I feel flattered," I said dryly. I turned my head. "Larxene here yet? I can't feel my appendages."
Larxene came into view seconds later, hiding something that looked like a weird camera. "Oi."
"Fuck, you just get here now?" Xigbar asked.
"No," Larxene said simply.
Xigbar moved his hand out of my pants and wrapped his arm around my waist. "So…"
Larxene lit a cigarette. "Get in."
I scrambled into the backseat of Larxene's blood red car. I couldn't figure out what kind of car it was supposed to be. Larxene had clearly done something weird to it. I'd never seen a car like hers, especially with the interior of the car. It was similar to the insides of a limo. There was a big space between the backseat and the front seats. Right behind the front seats was a small wall, where I guessed a window or something came out of.
I made myself comfy in the seat, the heater warming me. "I can feel my fingers!"
"I think they were warm before that, considering where they were," Larxene said, glancing back at me.
"Larxene…" Xigbar said, glowering at her as he got into the seat beside me.
"Whattaya mean? They were on Xigbar's neck," I said, very confused at this point.
"Xigbar grabbed one of your hands with his free hand and put yours near his crotch," she replied, taking a sharp turn.
"WHAT?" I wailed, falling out of the seat. I had a bad habit of that, since I couldn't ever remember to put on my seatbelt. Still on the floor, I started rubbing my hands on my jeans, trying to get Xigbar cooties off me. I turned and glanced at Larxene, who was smirking with her cigarette in her mouth.
"Gawddamnit, Larxene!" Xigbar said, picking me up off the floor of the car. "I was finally getting him used to it!"
"'Getting me used to it'?" I started to freak out, involuntarily crying. "I can't believe you made me touch your thingy!"
"Dem…you were rubbing all over it at the party. Lar even got a camera shot," he lowered his voice into a whisper, "of you giving me blow."
"What?" My skin was getting clammy. "You're lying!"
"Nope. You were at it before I could rip off that white shirt and those stupid pants that took me ten minutes to get off you. No more chain pants!"
"I…" I slowly processed what he said. Did I really do that? I certainly didn't remember. I leaned over slowly. "Was I…good?"
"Just the memory of it is doing that," he said, pointing to his throbbing erection, which was even more prominent in my boxers. "..You still didn't get these back."
I frowned. "They're my fucking boxers!" Neither one of us said anything for at least five minutes. "…How long were you stalking me before the party?"
"Hm…I didn't even have to. Marlene didn't live in a nice place, so I hung out in her last class to pick her up. You didn't see me?" He said, scooting me close to his crotch.
My eyes widened. "No, I didn't." I became fully aware of what he was doing a moment later. "W-what are you doing?"
Xigbar pushed a button, making a heavily tinted window appear between the front and the back of the car. "Remind me how good you were that night," he said, tugging at the boxers.
If my eyes had grown any wider, they would have exploded. "..What? I don't know what to do," I protested, my body shaking.
"First, relax. It's just Xigbar. You know what to do. Think of it as instinct," he said, lowering his eyes.
My lip started to tremble. "But Xigbar!"
"I'll get you started. Close your eyes and open your mouth." I stared at Xigbar for a long moment, then obeyed. I blocked out all of my thoughts, closed my eyes, and allowed my lips to part as my fingers traced the inside of the boxers' waistband. Xigbar guided my hands to pull off the boxers. He brought my lips to the tip of his cock. "Don't make me beg."
"It would only be fair," I murmured, my lips grazing the head. My lips fully parted and I took the head into my mouth, sucking softly, my tongue flicking over the head. I opened my eyes, looking into Xigbar's eye as my fingers lightly trailed up and down his cock.
Xigbar was trembling, biting his lip. Or that's what it looked like. "..Have to try harder t-than that to make me beg."
I dipped my head down, taking in several more inches if Xigbar within my mouth, sucking harder. I pumped him with one hand while the nails of my other hand dug into Xigbar's thigh.
Blood was running down from where Xigbar had bitten his lip. "Sti-sti-still gotta do better than that," he said, pushing down lightly on my head.
I was annoyed, borderline-pissed at this point. Why wasn't it enough? I took in as much as I could, sucking as hard as I could. With a low growl emitting from my throat, I moved up, my teeth grazing his cock, then moved to the head, sucking bruisingly.
Xigbar had been silent through all of it, until my teeth grazed him. I think my subconscious intentions for it to hurt him, but it did the complete opposite. "Oh god, more!" He said, thrusting into my mouth.
I looked up at him curiously, then lightened the sucking. Licking the head, I said, "Beg for it." Payback is a bitch.
Xigbar grabbed my head. "You don't get to make demands. Open your mouth." I whimpered from the pressure. I thought my head was going to implode. I was hesitant to open my mouth, however. He eased the pressure on my head slightly. "Open your mouth," he growled. This time, I obliged, though it was mostly nonconsensual. "That's what I like to see," Xigbar said, thrusting deep within my mouth.
I started to shake. I couldn't help it. I got sloppy. I'm sure it screamed timidness and fear, too. It didn't faze Xigbar one bit. He kept thrusting, pulling me up at the same time so he could grab my erection, grinding it.
I choked, not really knowing what to do now. I was so fucked up in the head. I was torn between uncertainty and pleasure… "Xig..." I murmured, my voice muffled as my teeth grazed him again.
He groaned in response, grinding my shaft faster. "Just keep going…we'll come together." I nodded fervently, sucking on the head, lightly nibbling and moaning, causing a humming sensation on Xigbar's cock. "Holy fuck!" He grinded his palm against me harder.
I gasped loudly, looking up at Xigbar, wide-eyed, my mouth still on his cock. "Xigbar…I can't---"
"You can and you will," Xigbar growled, rubbing so hard that it hurt. "You…will…come." I gasped loudly, burying my head into Xigbar's crotch. "Oh Jesus," Xigbar gasped, slightly jumping. The next moment blurred together of that of ecstasy…I'm not exactly sure what happened then…
But I ended up with a mouthful of cum. My eyes widened. "Wha' I do?"
"Swallow it," Xigbar said. "Larxene will neuter, then kill us if it lands in her car."
"'Ou wan' me 'a wha'?"
"Swallow it, goddamn it! I did it for you. Pretend that it's candy." I clenched my eyes shut and swallowed it. I wasn't sure what to do after that, so I set my head on Xigbar's thigh. His fingers stroked my hair. "I told you that you were good….but I like being in control, you know?"
I nodded slowly, entwining my fingers with his. "…I'm good…," I said quietly. "…I don't think we're moving."
Larxene tapped on the glass, lowering it. "We're not. By the way, this thing isn't sound proof."
I looked up at Xigbar, my face beat red. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I honestly didn't know. Wait a second…" He looked out the window. "Goddamn it, Larxene. You could have waited until me and him were in my room!"
"Would it have made a difference?" I asked slowly. "She would have watched us in there, too."
Xigbar looked down at me. "Yeah, but at least there she couldn't tape us."
"SheTAPED us? Omigawd. Oh my fucking god."
Larxene reached back and smacked me on the head. "It's not like I sell them. I just masturbate or screw Xaldin."
"That hurt," I sniffled. I sat up in the seat, reaching to open the door. Xigbar cuffed Larxene's ear.
"Ow, what?"
"Bitch, what the hell?" Xigbar demanded, reaching for me.
I glanced over at him. "What?"
"I honestly, with no bullshitting, did not know that it wasn't sound proof. Lar always tells me that she has cameras everywhere, so I eventually discounted her."
I said nothing, then turned to Larxene. "You're not going to show my parents…or Axel…or any of my friends, are you?"
"No. As much as I love humiliating people, there's not point to it now. I would lose my pr0n taking opportunities. 'Sides, there's only me and Xaldin watching, which makes us fuck. I like to fuck."
I was slightly relieved. "Okay….but…why would you watch me? I don't get it."
"Because you come with that," she replied, pointing to Xigbar. "And you have a sweet ass." Larxene got out of the car and ran inside, not doubt to fuck the brains out of Xaldin.
A/N: Yeah…this took me longer than I thought it would to finish, sorry. I'll start working on typing the next chapter soon. I don't know when I'll be finished with it, though. I have an essay to work on for English Comp as well as a billion other things. Thanks for reading. Please review.