Well, we all know I made a big tactical blunder last chapter, but do we really need to dwell on that? I've already vented, you know, talked it out with my cat, drove my dad's golf clubs through the computer (he hates golf) so I think we should really just move on. Once again, I love you all for your reviews, you're really too kind. I know this was long in coming, but I hope this here chapter will be worth the wait in its…very awkward Zemyx.
Disclaimer: Unless I switched places with Tetsuya Nomura overnight, which would explain why a boy maid dressed in a sexy Sora outfit woke me up today, then I don't own KH. However, I'm keeping the maid.
I guess Roxas really broke the news to me pretty well, slowly getting around to it and boosting my confidence as we broke Axel out of jail with Shakespeare's Hamlet, a bran muffin, and some dental floss, and then handcuffed him to the coffee table. We couldn't wait around for him to wake up, and the last time someone woke Larxene up before 10:00, they had their faces torn off and their skulls pissed in, so we just left the key on the mantle and hoped she'd understand. Scratch that, I'd hoped she would actually unlock Axel. Silly me, I'm such a dreamer, ah well.
I honestly have no idea how I'm gonna do this. I've never seduced anyone, and the fact that both of us wanted it just made it harder. I really hope this Zexion isn't as bad as Roxas said he was, or else we'd have some problems. But hey, I loved making people happy, and I'm sure I could do it with this, shall we say, sex-god-of-kink. I already sort of got it in my head that he was into BDSM. Hey, I like to experiment.
Now then…this was supposed to be the place? Libra? Oh good, I'm a Libra too! We're compatible! Wait, no…it says 'library'…ugh, how can he stay locked in this horrible place?! Fine, I'll go and rescue him, and show him some living! As I walked into the building, a wave of cold dread swept over me. I was searching for warmth…there it was! He was sitting right there, and I do believe he looked just bored enough to leave. I walked over to him, readily feeling the fires of love sweeping over me…I think I could put those words into a song, you know. He looked up and noticed me, and I could see the love in his eyes. "Hey there," I said.
"What do you want?"
Oh, so he was playing hard to get, eh? It only made him more desirable. "You're…Axel's brother right?"
"What do you know about my brother?"
"I'm Demyx; he's the drummer in our band. He's told you about it right? It's called 'Othello', you know, after the Shakespeare play." Now, just forget that the play's on your desk, and step one of wooing someone-convincing them you have something in common-was already in the bag.
"Nice, but I know the play's right there on the table." Dammit, he's got me. "He might have told me something about it. Axel and I don't talk much. You probably know…he's a queer." He said that like it was a bad thing. I told him that, and he gave me a weird look. "I dunno, I don't really know what to think," he sighed deeply. "I've had a confusing time, ever since Larxene came out."
Time for phase two-connection on a deeper scale-to begin. "You've got to understand, the LGBT are just born like that, they can't choose anything about who they are." I decided not to mention just how I saw him-naked, and in full glory on his bed, beckoning to me. "It's a hard life, really, when there isn't much understanding in the world."
He nodded. "That makes sense." Wait, that was too easy!
"You're accepting it, just like that?"
"You're right; I'm really a self-hating gay who lashes out at anyone queer just to try and tell myself that I'm straight."
"You're Hitler?"
"Reagan. You were close, though."
Phase two: complete. Now then, time to show him some living. "Hey, do you want to grab a cup of coffee?" is what I meant to say, but it actually came out like this. "Hey, a Playgirl magazine. I wonder who left that there."
I had never seen someone's face go through so many colors. It started at red, then white, then he looked purple, and a few shades I couldn't quite place, but he finally settled on an unhealthy green. "T-that?" he stuttered, sounding like his voice was cracking. "I-I have n-no idea…you're right, coffee would be great! Is it drafty in here? Let's just get as far away from here as possible!"
Ignoring my mounting suspicions that he was more than just "questioning"-and that it was about 70 degrees inside the library-I decided to take him over to the Life Café, where I went whenever I needed to think. You know, for stuff like lyrics and music, not the boring kind of thinking. "You do know," he said, "that this is where I work? Link will kill me if he sees I'm cutting out and he's swamped." I looked over to the counter where a blonde kid, dressed mostly in green and with weird, pointy ears was manning the counter. By "manning", I mean he was busy making out with another blonde on the other side of the counter with spiky hair.
"I think he cares more about that guy's tongue." Whoever that guy was.
"That's Cloud-Cloud Strife. I didn't know he was into that kind of stuff. Freaks." I shot him a weird look. "Well, I'm not into PDAs of any kind. It just freaks me out." Well, we'll soon change his mind about that, won't we?
So we ordered, sat down, and it was pretty awkward while we just sipped our coffee, trying not to get caught staring at each other. I'll never be sure who won, or if we were dead even. Anyway, the words just started flooding out. It was like we had so much to tell, each other, which we did, but we actually did know where to begin, not like that crap you see in the movies. The best part? I could tell that he was actually enjoying this, just sitting in the shade, sipping coffee, talking with someone who you practically already had in your bed-hold on Demyx, don't get ahead of yourself. Still, I think we could cross 'closeted' off of his list of problems.
Eventually, the talk came around to music. I was relieved that we were into the same bands, and none of that pop or emo stuff-pure, uncut punk and hard rock. The Sex Pistols were pretty high on his list, but I still don't see how Aerosmith beat them. I mean, would you rather tell people that you idolize Steven Tyler, or Johnny Rotten? Think about it. Of course, I had to tell him about Othello, our band, which was playing a tribute concert tonight-Never Mind the Bollocks, it was called, though I didn't know what kind of crowd it would bring. Anyway, I decided I just had to give him a ticket-when you're setting things up for a first (first-and-a-half, counting this one) date, you don't really need them to agree to much, did you? All the same, I had seduced my first man, even if he was Axel's brother.
Uh-oh.
Axel.
He was probably still chained to the coffee table.
We're gonna need another drummer.
MUHAHAHAHA!! Okay, that was really awkward. Especially the ending, which was pretty crappy. I just don't know how to wrap up an ending when it's more romantic, which means I should never write romance again.
And yes, MC, that was shameless Cloud/Link. For you.
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