Corruption, Chapter Eleven

AN: Thank you all for reading--or at least clicking on--the eleventh chapter! Don't expect another chapter to be finished this quick. Just to clarify, Dem's grandfather is DiZ/Ansem the Wise. His science teacher--you know, the one that was vaguely mentioned in chapter 3 or 4?--is Xehanort. Anyway, enjoy

"Oh, I forgot," Xigbar said, slapping his forehead. "I told Reno and all his friends that we're having a party. Better go to the store…It's almost six." I stared at Xigbar incredulously. I didn't know what to say…so I just kept staring.

Ansem and Larxene both seemed enthusiastic about this. Larxene pulled out her cell. "Get your ass off the street, I'll even pay for it, but we are partying tonight." I assumed she was talking to Xaldin, considering she was always with him…and I didn't know any other whores.

"But…why?" I managed to say. Wasn't there typically a reason for a party? I couldn't think of any reasons to have one. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Is this why you and Dad were talking about cough syrup?" I asked Xigbar.

Xigbar stared at me with the same incredulous expression I had been giving him. "Cough…syrup? Uh…yeah," he replied, drawling out the 'yeah' like I was some kind of idiot or something.

"I'll go get snacks," Larxene said, shoving her cell back in her pocket.

Xigbar nodded then snapped his fingers. "We should probably warn your parents," he told me.

My eyes widened. "Mum's gonna kill me!" I raced downstairs, heading toward my room. I always retreated there when I knew I was in for it…I don't really know why, Mum's wrath will no doubt reach me wherever I go.

I reached the second floor and raced past the stairs to the first floor when Mum saw me. For some reason…he seemed really strange. Too happy…. "Demsies! Why are you running? Dinner's ready!"

I stopped at the top of the staircase, not knowing what to say. What could I tell him? I bit my lip.

"I hate to burst your literal bubble," Xigbar said to Mom, catching up to me in a lazy stroll. "But we have about...a shit load of people coming in less then...two hours now. Larxene's getting snacks, but we need booze, music, and condoms. What kind of music do you listen to?" I expected Mom to explode right about now, but he just stood there…not processing what Xigbar said or something.

Dad popped up beside him, his usually slicked back hair was strangely messed up… "Ashlee Simpson and Britney Spears!" I inwardly sighed. Dad's taste in music was despicable.

"No," Xigbar said. By his expression, I could tell he really didn't know what to think about Dad's taste in music. He pointed to me. "You."

"You know, real music," I replied. I named a few bands off the top of my head, but I listened to such a variety of rock I really didn't know which ones to mention.

"Honeys," Mom said to me. "You can't get booze! You're not old enough." I raised an eyebrow. He was really acting weird.

"Okay, sex makes you weird," Xigbar said. I stared at Mom…his clothes sloppily put on…the marks on his neck…Dad's hair….and they had been in the kitchen…Oh god! Make it go away! "Puh-lease, I've been drinking since I was born," Xigbar continued.

"I wasn't talking to you...Demmy isn't old enough to drink. I don't want him corrupted even more!"

"Mom…you know I drink," I said. It had never been an issue before. Mom didn't care before.

"DON'T DISILLUSION ME!" He yelled at me.

"…But you even cook with wine," Dad said.

"Oh, please. He can't be corrupted," Xigbar said. "Watch." He turned to me. "Demyx, blowjob!"

"Ah!" I squeaked and covered my face with my palms as I blushed.

Mom stared at me for a long moment. And didn't say anything at all. Then he grabbed Dad's collar and started heading up the stairs to their room. "Time for dessert." I clenched my eyes shut, pretending I did not just hear my mom say that. Maybe…that wasn't Mom at all. Maybe it was a clone or robot being used by a masked enemy to infiltrate the house and uh…something and the real Mom was locked up in a closet somewhere.

"Oh yeah!" Dad said, licking his lips as he got dragged away.

"Like I'm worse than this!" Xigbar shouted at Mom's back. I had to agree. What I just witnessed with my parents was more mentally corrupting and damaging than anything Xigbar did…I think.

"I just came."

I stared at Ansem, who was standing behind me.

"Um…ew," Xigbar said.

"Not literally, but I mean, I just got an awesome, smashing idea! Let's go get drugs."

"I already have some," Xigbar said. Wait, what? He pointed to me. "Go get your music. The neighbors need to have their ears blown out."

"What do you mean…'drugs'? Don't you mean…'time to go to the liquor store'?" I don't know why I was so freaked out. I love to drink. (Vodka and rum are the great, but strawberry daiquiris are the best!) I just haven't since Reno's party a few weeks before, because of what happened, not that it makes a difference now. 'Drugs' have a bad connotation, maybe that was it.

"Exactly. I am going to the liquor store; you are staying here and compiling music. Don't worry, Twinkle Fairy, I'll be back soon!" Xigbar said. He slapped my ass and dragged Ansem downstairs. "You're coming with me," Xigbar said. "And paying."

"Hurray!'

Two hours later, nearly everyone I knew—and many I didn't—had entered through the front door for the party. Reno and Vincent were the first to arrive. As promised, Reno had beer. He came wasted though. But after knowing him forever, I had expected that. I had no clue what he did for work, but I knew that nearly as soon as he was off duty, he was horny and drunk. I couldn't tell anything with Vincent, he always held his liquor too well, so he could have been drinking his ass off all day and he wouldn't appear or act any different. His distaste for casual conversation didn't help either. Slurred words would give him away.

Axel and Roxas showed up soon after, of course. With Zexion who was still in his work clothes. By the looks of it, they kidnapped him. He greeted me then retreated to the library that was down the hall on the first floor. I didn't even know why we had the thing. Dad and I sure as hell don't read the books in there, and Mom was usually busy with work.

The party livened up quickly as soon as Xigbar returned with Ansem and the liquor. It looked like they had bought the whole store. I hoped that they didn't intend to drink it all tonight. There was a bunch of people here, yeah, but if all of us consumed all of it, we'd be dead. Seriously. Some of it must be for New Year's, I decided.

Larxene's Mindless Self-Indulgence blared through the speakers when Xigbar entered the kitchen. I had been pretty much repeating my actions at Reno's party. I was alternating between food and beer. "Oi, that's not how you party," Xigbar told me.

I looked up. "I'm hungry."

Xigbar pulled the ribs out from the oven. I had forgotten Mom had been cooking them. "Here," he said. I inhaled them. Then ran off to the bathroom when I realized I had barbeque sauce all over my fingers and face.

When I returned from the bathroom, what I saw in the foyer was a bit overwhelming. I had never seen that many drunk people in one place. Reno stood out among the rest. "Vinny, look!" He yelled, standing up on Mom's coffee table as he stripped.

Vincent watched him with a dull expression. "I am, but I don't think that table is sturdy enough—" He sighed as Reno fell off the table. Luckily for me, the table still looked intact.

Axel was making good use of one of the couches, with Roxas smothered beneath him. I immediately directed my attention away from them although several people were enjoying the show.

I had no idea where Xigbar disappeared to. It kind of pissed me off…because I couldn't find him. He was the one who wanted this party. I shook my head. I was being stupid. I couldn't honestly expect him to constantly be by me side. It's not like he was my boyfriend or anything. I'm thinking way too much, I decided.

I shoved past a hoard of people to Dad's bar that was located in the room next to the kitchen. Lexaeus, the manservant Mom hired ages ago to help maintain the house, was acting as bartender. It all looked quite comical to me—Lexaeus towering over the bar like a sequoia towers over a bug.

"Hello Lexaeus," I said amicably as I sat down at the bar. Lexaeus was gigantic…like a rhinoceros. Somehow, he always managed to stay out of sight unless he was needed to be seen…like now. I folded my hands together and set them on the bar. For some reason, I kept imagining Lexaeus in a French maid outfit with a feather duster. I tried to stifle my giggles.

"What's so funny?" He demanded in his gruff, deep voice.

"It's nothing…nothing at all." I smiled. "How about something to drink?"

Lexaeus nodded. "What do you want?"

"Um…" I spun around on the barstool. "Something yummy and fruity."

Lexaeus grunted in response. He went to work, combining a mixture of drinks into a tall, thin glass and handed it to me.

I sipped on it, savoring its taste. "Green apple…yum." I finished it off and Lexaeus refilled it. "You know me so well," I said as I finished off my sixth. "I love you."

"It's funny how easily your generation tosses those words around without ever meaning them." A deep voice said from behind me.

I turned around. "Oh…hi Vincent." I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by the 'your generation' part. I never took him to be more than seven years older than me…but I was just going on looks alone.

Vincent sat beside me and ordered gin and tonic. He didn't say anything else to me; he simply drank in silence. But that was okay. I didn't feel like talking that much anyway.

"Vinny, Demmy! There you are!" Reno said happily. "I should have known." He nearly pushed me off my seat trying to wedge himself between us.

"Ow! Watch it, Reno!" I protested, shoving him away.

He of course, ignored me. "Look what I have here!" Reno said, thrusting an odd object on the bar. "I made it myself."

I poked the thick, long, grey papier-mâché object. I noticed there was a smiley face drawn at the top with a black Sharpie. "What the hell is this?"

"A piñata," Reno said happily. In his hand he held two blown red balloons that were tied together. He attached them to the base. "A penis piñata."

My jaw dropped. "Dare I ask why?"

"I was bored in art class the other day and the little second graders wouldn't share their crayons…"

I stared. "Art class?"

"Well, Boss wanted me to—" Reno stopped mid-sentence and shrugged. "I was bored."

"I'm sure," I replied slowly. "Is it filled with candy?"

"No…actually, I used something better. Come on," he said, ushering me to my feet. He grabbed my wrist and led me to the dining room. He grabbed a rope that for one reason or another was in the room and jumped on the table. I inwardly winced as his muddy boots scuffed the table and caked it with mud. He slung the rope on the chandelier and tied the rope. "Hand me peni-piñata," he commanded. I handed him the piñata. He tied the rope around the middle of the piñata. It now looked like a penis-torpedo.

Reno hopped off the table and pushed it against the wall. "You wouldn't happen to own a bat, would you? …Of course not." He sighed. "Go see if anyone else wants to play with us. I'll be right back," he informed me as he stepped out of the room and headed for the front door.

I stepped into the living room. "Oi! Who wants to whack a peni-piñata?" Several people I didn't know were standing by idly with their beer in hand. They stared at me like I was insane. They had no sense of fun, obviously.

"Did you say…'peni'?"

"Did you say piñata?!"

I grinned at Axel and Roxas who had somehow heard me and zigzagged their way through the crowd to get to me. "Yeah, come on!" I led them to the dining room.

"Um, wow," Roxas said when he saw it.

Axel howled in laughter. "Where'd you get that?"

"Your brother made it."

Axel nodded slowly. "Figures. Reno always does weird shit."

"Like you're one to talk," Reno said, walking back in the room with a baton. He tossed it in the air lazily. "You guys are the only ones who came to play with us?"

I shrugged. "I guess so. Everyone else looked at me like I was insane or something." It didn't matter to me. It meant that there would be more goodies for me. "Your friends are weird," I added, thinking of all those people I didn't know staring at me.

"My friends?" Reno pointed his index finger toward himself. "No, no, I don't know them. They just followed me here."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter, Dem. Larxene made everyone pay a cover charge…except for the select awesome people here, like me," Reno said.

"Whatever," Axel said. "Let's bang this piñata."

Zexion was curled up in a large leather chair in the secluded library. The room was large, with books upon books stacked endlessly on shelves and it smelt musty from disuse. It was a like an ancient library from an ancient European castle and was haphazardly placed in this house, where certainly no one but Zexion himself would enter. He didn't mind this, obviously. It gave him a place to escape to when he was dragged to events he didn't particularly care to attend.

The library was filled with classic literature, Zexion's favorite genre. He had with ease found one of his favorite novels and absorbed himself in it, empathizing with the man for whom it was titled after. In a way, he knew what the man was feeling, longing for in the return of how it was in the past, before….stuff happened.

"Oh, I didn't know someone was in here."

Zexion looked up from his book momentarily to see Marluxia walk in the room and sit down in a chair across from him. It was clear to Zexion that Marluxia knew damn well that he was in here and had come in for some purpose…like to antagonize him or something. So he didn't give him the satisfaction of a reply.

"So…" Marluxia said, leaning back in the chair. He crossed his legs and held his palms on his knee.

"…What?"

"Don't you think you owe me an apopalogy?"

Zexion set his book down momentarily and stared at Marluxia. An 'apopalogy'? "You're drunk, Marluxia. Leave."

"No, I'm not leaving. And I'm yeah drunk," Marluxia snapped. "How else am I supposed to get the nerve to hit on you?" He threw his arms up angrily. "You're a very cold person."

"You're not making any sense. I would hardly call this 'hitting' on anyone." Zexion added, "And you do that constantly." Zexion grabbed the book and reopened it, returning to where he left off in his reading.

Marluxia was silent a moment, retreating to his thoughts. "You're a bitch." Marluxia clenched his teeth when Zexion didn't respond. "I know you heard me. You're a fucking bitch. All I ever do is try to be nice to you and all you do is throw it back in my face!"

So we're back at this again… "Are you done complaining?" Zexion asked coolly. Just because Marluxia had no control over his anger didn't mean Zexion had to as well.

"No!" Marluxia stood and strode over. "I'm…I'm…" Marluxia tugged on his hair in frustration. "You don't get it. You never will. Because you're too hung up on something that never happened. There was never anything between you and Demyx! You're just clinging to the fact that he kissed you when he was drunk!"

Zexion looked up slowly. "There was more to it than that."

"Really? Are you sure? Last time I checked it wasn't your name he was screaming night and day."

Zexion's icy glare shot daggers.

Marluxia sighed. "…That was uncalled for…"

"Yes, it was." Zexion snapped mercilessly.

"Zex…" Marluxia frowned. His previous anger had dissipated, leaving him feeling like shit. They both knew what he was true…but Marluxia was a little, tiny bit too harsh about it.

"I think you should leave."

"Yeah…" Marluxia shifted his weight uncomfortably. "I'll…see you around…." He turned to the door, stopped, and looked back. "And Zex? You can still crash at my place if you want to…" Marluxia stepped out of the library, pulling the heavy door behind him.

It didn't take long for the piñata to break. Within a few hits with Reno's baton, the goodies spilled on the floor. And not just any goodies. "What the fuck, Reno? Condoms?"

Reno grinned. "I'm brilliant, aren't I?" He picked up a handful. "Take some, Dem, you don't know if you'll need them."

I was about to ask why I would need them at all, but I saw Xigbar beyond the dining room doorway and that completely distracted me. He was dancing of all things. Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly dancing. It was more of a mosh-grind-fest with Xaldin and Larxene. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was totally plastered.

I stepped out of the dining room, contemplating on whether or not to walk over there. I leaned against the wall until a foul, all too familiar scent reached my nose. Ansem. Luckily, he didn't see me. He was busy talking to my science teacher—why was he here?—uh…Mr. Ansem…I think his real name was Xehanort or something.

"So, your name's Ansem too? Ever done it with your 'self' before?" Ansem asked Xehanort. How disgusting.

"Sounds interesting," Xehanort replied, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I thought I was going to be sick.

I quickly turned walked away. "I need a drink…" I went back to the bar and got something way stronger than my previous drinks to try to erase the images. I wasn't sure what I was drinking, but it hit me quick. I staggered out of the room and eventually made it a few feet away from Xigbar, Xaldin, and Larxene.

I was there a few moments before Xigbar noticed me. "Come on, Dem!" He said, grabbing my hip and pulling me to him. Without his saying so, I knew he was wanting me to hip grind and stuff…

I tensed up, unable to move a muscle. "I can't do this."

"Sure you can," Xigbar told me.

"It's easy," Larxene said. "See, watch." She rubbed on Xaldin. "Now you do it to me. Come on, nobody will remember this anyway, and we're not going to rape you!" She grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward her.

If I had an alternative, my mind was too clouded to see it. I was mortified. The only thing I was capable of saying was a repeated 'I' as I uncertainly rubbed my body against hers.

"There you go, love," Larxene said encouragingly.

Xigbar grinned evilly. Before I could even wonder what that was for, Xigbar rubbed on my other side…and splashed beer in the air. I couldn't help what happened next. My mind had no control over my body…and I got a boner while on Larxene. I could feel my cheeks burning.

"Oh yeah," she said, grinding her ass on me.

Xigbar hugged me. "Wanna try her out? She's been dying to screw us, and that is a very big compliment from her." His words slurred as he spoke.

My eyes widened. That offer sobered me up some. I was beyond embarrassed. "I…uh…No." I said. "I…ah…'M not drunk 'nuff for that."

"Then here you go," Xigbar said. He literally poured Jack Daniels down my throat.

I sort of choked on the liquid at first. Then I grabbed the bottle and drank as much as I could before I could no longer stand the burning in my chest. After that…I…uh…Hell, I couldn't even remember my name.

"You can't hold your liquor at all," Xigbar observed. He gave a quick nod to Larxene, who headed for the stairs. Xigbar lifted Demyx up, draping over his shoulder. He headed for Dem's bedroom. The whole time, the younger blond jabbered incoherently. "Uh-huh, that's nice Dem." He set Demyx down at the foot of the bed.

Demyx leaned on Xigbar. He reached up and smashed Xigbar's cheeks together with his palms. "Le's make beh-behs!" The blond lost his balance and fell back on his bed, giggling. He fumbled at his own clothes, trying to remove them.

"Um…okay." Xigbar replied. His clothes disappeared in a matter of seconds. Followed by Larxene, he hopped on the bed.

Demyx's eyes widened. Even in his drunken splurge, he didn't know what to make of Larxene's presence. "You…don't have cooties, do you?"

"No sweetie, I don't. I'm cleaner than he is," Larxene replied, nodding toward Xigbar.

"I resent that!"

"You're dirty?" Demyx asked. His glazed eyes tried to focus on Xigbar. He sat up slowly and licked Xigbar's chest. "Maybe I should clean you…?"

"Oh yeah," Xigbar said, baring his throat.

He's a completely different person when he's wasted…Larxene observed. "Bad boy," she purred, slowly licking Demyx's back.

Demyx's back arched, pressing him against Xigbar. He slowly brought his mouth to Xigbar's neck, licking a little before latching down in a bite.

Larxene flicked a mischievous expression to Xigbar then bit Demyx's shoulder. It sent a surge of pain and ecstasy through the younger blond's body. He gasped and moaning in the same breath, his erection pressing against Xigbar.

Xigbar smirked and flipped onto his back. "Come on, you two." Larxene grinned and climbed over Xigbar. Tauntingly, she fingered with Xigbar's erection. Demyx, in not knowing what to, clung to Xigbar's forearm. Xigbar sat up, leaning against the wall. "'Mere," he told Demyx. He grabbed Dem's waist and planted him square on his cock. He pushed Dem down then started to lift him back up.Larxene bent her head down and sucked on Demyx's erection.

Demyx tilted his head back as he entangled his fingers in Xigbar's hair and yanked. He cocked his head to the side and smashed his lips against Xigbar's.

Xigbar kissed back crushingly and shoved Larxene's head down. Her growl vibrated on Dem's cock and she sucked harder. Demyx moaned loudly.

"Darlin', you are easy to please," Xigbar said, huffing as he thrusted Dem up and down on his cock even harder and faster.

Larxene pulled back. "You better have it in you to fuck me."

"Of course…just finish him." Larxene smirked again before fondling Demyx's balls and giving a long drag of her tongue from his sack to the tip. Demyx groaned, the vibrations giving Xigbar a chill he quite liked.

Meanwhile, Xaldin walked around the house randomly. The party had started to die down some, but there were still quite a few people dancing energetically. Oh, the glories of drugs. After watching the dancing, he wandered upstairs with a scotch in hand. He saw Luxord emerge from his bedroom. He looked rather ragged, like he'd had amazingly rough kinky sex.

That didn't surprise Xaldin a bit. He recalled Xigbar saying something about Luxord wanting a drug to loosen Vexen up some. That had been hours before, when Xigbar was rummaging through the house for all of the drugs. So certainly Luxord would have had plenty of time to slip something into his wife's drink.

Xaldin smirked. He had to admit, Luxord looked pretty sexy with the 'just-had-sex' look. It didn't help the black-haired man had a thing for older men. He strolled over casually. "So…Any chance with a threesome with the missus?" No one could ever say he wasn't straight forward.

Luxord's face lit up. "Honey! Here's a male prostitute like you wanted!"

Vexen stepped out of the room, appearing not quite there. "What?" He looked to Luxord. "I'm sorry dear, I didn't hear you. I was too distracted by your cock."

Wow…Xaldin inwardly chuckled. Vexen was so un-Vexen like that it was hilarious, borderline scary.

"Male prostitute! Sex! You, me him!" Luxord said animatedly.

"Oh yes," Xaldin said, grinning.

"Ah…ha! Okay!" Vexen said, retreating back in the room as he stripped.

This was going to be interesting...Xaldin grinned even broader when he saw Luxord slip himself inside Vexen, who was sitting on his lap. Ripping off his shirt, Xaldin slammed the door and pounced.

Sorry...you don't get any details for what happens with Xaldin and them. 00 As if you even wanted them...Please review!