LOL. Another panic! song. I was gonna use ... ummm. Say Anything, butbut I'm gonna save it for laterrr. Yea. So Demyx (my laptop) ...committed suicide via trojan virus. So then he fucked Vista and is all better now : DDDD

ps. chloe i dont care if you hate panic so get over it. love you.

typos galore.

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sweet talk 101

13 : folkin' around - panic! at the disco

Demyx practically bounced down the front steps as he bolted out of Axel's house, almost intoxicated with childlike glee. Zexion arched an amused eyebrow, waiting for the blonde by the sidewalk.

"So where are we going?" Demyx asked once they fell in step with each other.

Zexion shrugged, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans (and how badly Demyx wanted to pull them back out, twine their fingers together). "I don't know. Any place that allows some decent human privacy."

Demyx chuckled, remembering that Zexion had something he liked to call Personal Bubble Syndrome. "Wanna grab some coffee? My treat."

"...Yeah. Fine."

Demyx grinned and threaded his thumbs into his belt loops, ultimately squashing the urge to hold the other's hand. It was hard, though. It felt like every cell in his body was shaking with electricity the closer they walked. "How... how've you been doing?" he asked softly, not wanted to break the comfortable silence that had enveloped them.

"Well," Zexion answered with a shrug. "Not off any worse than before, I suppose."

The blonde winced. "I was... scared, when Naminé called me and said you were coming to find me," he admitted, instantly remembering what Roxas had told him. "Were you scared?"

"Still am."

"...I guess that's my punishment, huh?"

"As much as yours as it is mine."

"I kind of want to hate myself for it."

"You can't hate anything, Demyx, it's your tragic flaw."

"Tragic flaw?" Demyx echoed incredulously.

Zexion flicked his gaze at him, and quickly looked away, a ghost of a smirk passing over his lips. "Only sometimes."

"...Yeah, thanks." Despite the sarcasm, Demyx had missed the verbal banter. He even missed the way Zexion often liked to end their arguments with some witty remark that had Demyx storming off in anger, looking for a dictionary.

x.x.x

At the coffee shop, Demyx ordered the most random thing on the menu (which seemed to be a concoction of iced coffee, coconut, and caramel) while Zexion asked for black coffee. And no. No, he was not an emo little fuck, contrary to his stereotypical looks. And he did not drink stereotypical black coffee. In actuality, he had a very unstereotypical sweet tooth that left him pouring so much cream and sugar into his coffee that he couldn't flat out ask for it unless he wanted the weird looks.

"So... how are Larxene and Axel doing?" Zexion asked, once they grabbed a table in the back of the shop, away from prying eyes.

Demyx shrugged, scooping some whipped cream out of his cup with his pinky. "Iunno. Larxene's PMSy and weird and scary, like always, and I'm pretty sure Axel's developed ADD or something like that."

"Maybe he caught it from you."

"I do not have ADD," Demyx grumbled, kicking Zexion in the shin. "But whatever. I don't want to talk about Larx or Axel or anybody else right now except for you."

"What is there to talk about?" Zexion frowned, flicking his bangs away in sudden irritation. The period of time without Demyx wasn't something he enjoyed thinking about.

"What did you do?"

"You act like I had nothing to do without you around."

"I'm just wondering! Christ, Zex."

"I don't remember. I don't know. I buried myself up to the elbows in books and ate and slept and breathed."

"Sounds enlightening."

"...You didn't prounounce that right."

Demyx grinned and reached over the table, flicking Zexion on the nose. "You would know, Smarty Pants."

Annoyed, Zexion lifted a hand, trying to swat Demyx away, but the blonde swiftly grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer over the table.

Demyx's grip was too tight and Zexion couldn't pull away. He suddenly grew flustered, from both Demyx's starin and their close proximity, and hid his face behind his bangs. "What?"

Demyx smiled nervously without a response, and cupped his other hand against Zexion's right cheek. It was growing warm, he noticed as he slid his fingertips up to the spiderweb of scars that spread out from the outer corner of his eye, hidden beneath his hair.

For once, Zexion was rendered speechless. He'd always been quiet, but never speechless. He hadn't moved away either, instead bracing his free hand on the edge of the table. He steeled himself, gaze hardening, challenging the blonde. "...I gave up every bit of my being for you, y'know."

Demyx hesitated, nearly faltering, almost losing his chance, almost making Zexion pull away in disappointment and leave forever. Luckily, he was quick to regain himself, quick to match the other's violet gaze. "Then I'll give it all back. Promise... 'kay?"

Zexion quirked a disbelieving eyebrow, resisting the urge to scoff.

"Don't," Demyx hissed, knowing that after all this time, Zexion still felt disdainful. He tightened his grip on the teen's pale wrist and pulled him towards the door, leaving their barely touched coffees on the table, ignoring the harsh protests spilling from Zexion's mouth.

x.x.x

Outside the air was chilly, but the brick alleyway wall that Zexion was shoved up against was rough and warm, as was Demyx's kiss.

It was as though the strength had left Zexion's legs, whether it was from sheer shock, or blatant truth, or the way his heart was pounding in his ribcage.

Lips met and parted, breaths mingled and shook. Demyx pulled back for a moment, eyes falling shut because he was too scared to see the expression on Zexion's face, and slowly leaned in again, lips pressing together. It didn't take too long for Zexion to start kissing him back, one hand tangling in Demyx's collar and the other in blonde locks of hair. One of Demyx's hands went to Zexion's jaw, coaxing him to open his mouth and tongues met, hot and wet and there's was nothing between them except for their clothes and skin and hot air.

"Mm... Zex..." Demyx murmured, pulling away enough so that all they managed were a few chaste kisses.

"So... this was your plan...?" Zexion asked, trying to regain his breathing. "Ask me out for coffee and then make out with me in an alleyway?"

...Not to say that he hadn't enjoyed that.

"Asked you out? Well, that wasn't exactly what I was getting at at first, but if that's what you want, then sure."

Zexion scowled at the pleased grin on the blonde's face and looked down at the asphalt.

"...Zex, you can pretend that you don't want me by your side again all you want, but one day you're going to get tired of pulling that face at me."

The shorter of the two scoffed, dropping his hands back down to his sides. The scent of sea salt from Demyx's hair clung to his skin and made his heart ache. It was a painful, persistant ache, one that he was starting to get used to. He wanted to pull away and just leave, but every memory of his friend (is that what he called him now?) kept him rooted to the spot.

...Like the time Demyx tripped over him on the first day they met, laughing at himself as he picked up the papers strewn across the school parking lot. Demyx diving into the pool, fully clothed, just to retrieve a pair of black framed glasses that he had accidentally knocked into the water. Demyx running to him with a panicked face, blabbering about some math test that he knew nothing about. Demyx trying to win his attention back by serenading him in the middle of the night, guitar in hand...

"Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two..."

And he threw that stupid lamp at him...

"-where summers lasted longer than, longer than we do-"

And Demyx had chucked it back angrily, the lamp exploding against the side of the house in a shower of glass and metal, and continued singing-

"And nothing really mattered except for me to be with you... but in time we all forgot and we all grew..."

Pissed and confused beyond all reason, Zexion ripped another lamp from its socket, this time making its mark.

Now Demyx was leaning in towards his ear, voice soft and deep and Zexion was wondering if that lamp had left a bruise.

"...And I'll even have the courtesy of admitting I was wrong, as the final words before I'm dead and gone..."

Zexion sucked in a deep breath as a pair of arms slid around his waist. He knew Demyx wanted him to give up, give in, submit, but...

"You've never been so divine in accepting your defeat, and I've never been more scared to be alone... If love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep, then I'm putting out the lantern, find your own way back home..."

...But what were the chances of him giving himself up, only to be betrayed again by the person... he loved more than anyone else?

"Zexion, please," Demyx whispered, dropping in his head on the other's shoulder. He would say anything, do anything, anything at all to make him trust him again. "Please don't shut me out... I know I was a dick, so you don't even have to go there, but please give me one more chance. Just accept the fact that I can't stop thinking about you and want to go out with you. Just... just... please..."

Zexion bit his lip, hesitantly wrapping his arms around Demyx's waist, and uttered just one word, one word that would finally change things between them, and life would go on.

"...Okay."

And it was.