The room was a lot brighter than I remembered it being barely 6 hours ago. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand, my right feeling painfully constricted. I raised it to my dace and nearly screamed. My hand was purplish-green and bloody, puss and blood gushing from at least four different areas. Demyx was standing in front of me, a knife in one hand, a gun in the other. Both trained on me.
I raised my hands, looking him in the eyes. Clearly this wasn't Demyx. "W-what do you want?" I tried to keep the waiver out of my voice.
"The fuck were you doing?" He demanded, his voice much lower than usual.
"Well, Demyx fell asleep on my lap, and I must have dozed of."
The gun clicked. Safety's off. "That doesn't explain why you were cuddling me, mother fucker."
I could see Roxas and Axel out of the corner of my eye, motioning to the weaponry. Just keep him talking. "Well, Demyx was having a bit of a panic attack, and I tried to calm him down. He likes to be cuddled."
"That's fucking bull- Hey!" Roxas and Axel grabbed him, knocking the gun and knife from his hand. They struggled him into a chair and I stood in front of him.
"Demyx, I need you to remember. Remember." I hated how that was the only way I could get him to come out, but what needed to be done was done. He blinked, his eyes glazing over slightly. "Tell me what happened."
"3:30. Video. 4:00 panic panic panic panic panic tea sleep. 9:30. He wakes up. Anger anger anger. Finds a knife. Finds a gun. Hand, pain, blood, pus teeth stab stab stab. 9:45 gun clicks. Now."
I nodded. "Thank you. Demyx?"His eyelids closed, but you could definitely still see his eyes moving underneath them.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking. "W-what happened?" He glanced and me. "Sora! Your hand!"
I half smiled. "It's okay, Dem. Someone came out. Everyone's alright. How are you feeling?"
He shrugged. "Alright. Can you two let go? My wrists kill." He asked to Roxas and Axel, who immediately let go. "Do I have to go see anyone now?"
I shook my head. "I don't think so. Take your pills and you should be fine."
He nodded. "Can I fix your hand, then?"
I nodded and followed him upstairs to my bathroom, where he had me sit on the counter and rinse my hand in the sink. The water mixing with my own bodily fluids hurt, but I knew others had hurt more in this bathroom. Since his first night here, everything had been renovated: new tiling, new counters, new paint, new vanity. Mom and Dad had it done, the one time they were home, the first time they pitched in for anything.
"Sora?" Those big blue eyes were staring at me.
"Sorry, what?"
"You okay? You seem miles away." He asked, peroxide in one hand, his eyes full of concern.
I smiled. "I'm alright." Demyx cocked his head. "Promise." he nodded and cleaned my hand. It stung like holy hell, but it hurt much less than I thought. With every flinch, I felt his eyes glance up at me. I smiled every time, just to show him I was okay.
He bandaged my hand and stood up. "Alright. Done."
I smiled at him. "Thanks Dem."
"No problem." He smiled back. "It was my fault, anyways." His eyes started to tear up.
"Hey hey hey." I half smiled, wiping his cheeks. "It's okay. It wasn't you."
"I... I could have killed you." He sniffed, his knees trembling. I opened my mouth to talk, but he cut over me. "I know it wasn't me, but it was my body. I still could have killed you. That would be two people in less than a year that I really cared about that would be d-"
I kissed him hard, cutting off his sentence. "I know you, Demyx. Something, someone in you would have stopped you if you came close to killing me."
At this point in time, I don't think I could say I loved him. Liked him a lot, yes. Not loved. I'd known the guy for three, four years. He was in Roxas' bio class, and he was helping my dope of a brother pass (he still didn't). After that, Demyx wasn't leaving. He came by once a month, then once a week, then once a day. And I knew he liked me. I just wasn't as interested in him. Zexion came along, and... Well.
"I could have killed you."
"Shut up and kiss me." I said it because I knew it would calm him down. I just didn't anticipate what that very statement would lead to.
He roughly kissed me, knocking me against the wall behind me. His hands caressed my face, my body. I kissed him back, just as forcefully, my tongue sliding into his mouth. It was different than when we'd kissed after the video: that was slower, more patient. This? This was more intense. Hands under shirts, tongues down throats, fingers undoing pants, teeth on skin. Demyx picked me up and carried me over to our bed, laid me down, and stripped me down to my boxers. He was nearly drooling above me, sweat already sticking to his face. He kissed down my body, kneading the flesh before each kiss.
I stopped him just above the waistband. "Demyx, look at me." He looked at me, his eyes dripping with hunger. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
He sat up on my shins, thinking. At least, it looked like he was thinking. "Y- I think so."
I leaned up and kisses him. "I trust you." I continued to kiss him, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Why?" He asked between kisses.
"Because I know you." I whispered in his ear, fingering the hem of his pants. He moaned lightly as I licked his ear, grinding harshly against me. I moaned as well, intentionally sending vibrations into his ear canal. My fingers dipped below the hem and picked up his fully erect member. Gently, I began to stroke him, eliciting cries and moans filled with pleasure. My lips focused on his ear and neck, sucking, biting, and leaving hickeys in none too obvious areas. The warm heat in my hands pulsed, quivered, and jumped with excitement. Deep moans escaped Demyx's mouth, and he pushed me onto my back. his lips assaulted mine and his hands started the wandering process again. Down my sides, crossing over my hips, landing on the bulge I'd given up on hiding. He swallowed my moans as his hands rubbed me furiously, enough to finish me right there.
Regretfully, I pushed him off of me and raised myself onto my elbows. "Damnit, Demyx. You do that and..." My voice trailed off when I looked into his eyes, thick with lustful intentions. But there was something else...
Fear. Fear led by him not wanting me be Zexion. Fear I would replace him.
"I can't do this, Demyx. I can't, and you can't. We both know it. I wiggled out from under him, redressed, and made to leave.
He grabbed my arm. "Don't leave me..."
Wrenching it out of his grip, I walked downstairs and out the door. I pulled my phone from my pocket, found Riku's number, and hit call. "Hey. Coffee?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"I've made a huge mistake."