Here it is! Chater Two. I broke it up to chapters this time so that it wouldn't look so damn long. I almost want to cry for Zexy.

I do not own Kingom Hearts. Though I wish I did, I don't. so just read.

Not Alone

"Sometimes I feel
Like my only friend
Is the city I live in."

The sun peeked over the half-closed curtains, blowing a light burst of wind through the partially opened window. Marluxia rolled over, stretching his arms higher as he glanced up at Zexion, who even though was under him, was still fully clothed. No action, still.

The sheets were tousled, the black cased pillows where now lying on the floor in various poses around the room. He pulled a hand to Zexion's shirt that was now hanging circled from his neck. "Babe?" He murmured, placing a cold hand on Zexion's cheek. "Zexi…Time to wake up, today, we're going to have fun."

Zexion lazily opened one of his gray hued eyes, looking to the sweaty chest of the elder hovering above him.

He wanted to go back to sleep.

"Oh, no you don't." Marluxia chuckled, pulling himself to once again straddle the boy's waist. "Whether you like it or not, Zexi, I'm taking you clubbing and you're going to finally give me that flower that I've been eyeing."

Zexion blushed, more of a forced reaction though. "Will you let me go back home?"

"Why…" Marluxia murmured while sending electrifying kisses down his neck. "…Why…do you not want to stay with me?"

"…Marly…" He struggled to not look turned on. "I miss my mother…I want to leave…I want to have freedom."

Marluxia pouted, wrapping his arms around the thin neck and pulling himself closer. "I let you go to school, Zexi. Lulu (A/N: I always thought she'd be a good match for his mother) never listens to you…I do…" He reached down, placing a strong hand on the belt that circled Zexion's thin waist. "Or, do we have to be reminded on why we love it here so much?"

A smile curled on his lips as he placed them back to the younger's pale mirrored version. "I remember, Marluxia." Zexion didn't want more scars and burns. "I'll be good."

"Good boy." Marluxia chortled, as he dug in his pocket for the key to the cuffs. He pulled the small key to the first ring, pushing it into the slot as it easily turned and opened, letting Zexion's lacerated wrist free at last. "Go get a shower; I'll have your cinnamon toast ready in three minutes. Three minutes to get down, or else I'm feeding it to the stupid little kids down the street."

Zexion nodded, he was controlling down to the last detail. This was Marluxia's life. Zexion was merely the play toy.

He turned to go in the bathroom, rubbing uncomfortably at his wrist as he closed the door. The dirty tub sat before him, he placed a frozen palm around the left knob, twisting defiantly as the iron-tinted spray shot from the nozzle. He slid easily out of his camouflage cargo pants and then his gray tee.

He let the warm water slid over his body as he sighed and dropped down into the tub. He closed his eyes, pulling his arm over to the bottle of body wash. He turned it upside down, letting the blue mixture drip down into his hand. He began to lather it on his body, letting the suds cleanse his sore limbs. He dropped down, fully submersing himself as he heard the door open and close.

"Zexion. I left your clothes on the sink. I picked out something hot." It was Marluxia.

He let the soap clean off before turning the water off to its original state. He stepped out, looking to the pile of clothes on the counter. A tight pair of gray leather jeans was neatly folded beneath five studded belts and a black tank top, a silver pentacle drawn over the abdomen. He pulled the clothes down, seeing the mesh elbow long sleeves coupled nice with the rest of the outfit. The tank top only drifted down just above his navel, showing off his chest. The belts hung loose to his figurative hips, as he pulled the silver necklaces around his neck and took a long look in the mirror. He turned down to the eyeliner as he quickly applied his make up. Thirty seconds. He rushed from the bathroom; hurrying to the counter where Marluxia was fixedly watching the stopwatch he had set. "Good job, Zexi. Two-Forty-Seven, and still as hot looking as ever." Marluxia's eyes were melting over the gorgeous boy in front of him. "I'm so glad that those fit you. You look…positively…" Zexion felt the hot breath snake over his neck, the shirt cut off in a V neck partially down from one of the necklace chains, leaving his neck open for Marluxia. (He had probably thought that through)

Zexion looked down longingly at the cinnamon toast that lay untouched on a small china plate. He just wanted his life to be normal again, since it had been almost two years since he had actually stayed at home for longer than three days. "Marluxia…we…we're going to be late." He struggled to talk as he felt hands run over his body, rolling dangerously close to his hips.

Marluxia took a quick glance to the digital clock that had been placed on the wall. Five forty-two. "Oh, I suppose we should get going…your so thoughtful, babe."

Zexion felt the cold hand move at once to his chafed wrist, gripping hard as he was drug from the kitchen to the front door. The air outside was crisp, and hit Zexion's still drying body like a wall. He shivered, moving behind the older boy towards the black mustang that had been parked in the driveway. The door was opened for him, a quick shove and he found himself sitting in one of the black leather seats, uncomfortably tossed inside. He heard the door lock, what was new? Marluxia circled around the back of the car, popping open the trunk and placing his bag of clothes inside. Marluxia had done the honor of packing for the both of them; Zexion needn't worry.

He strode back to the driver's seat, opening it and sitting down in the seat next to his lilac haired boyfriend. He turned the car on, letting the soft music pour from the radio as he pressed on the gas.

"Marluxia?" Zexion took a quick breath, looking down as he talked, even though he was a senior now in high school, he still felt belittled by the older boy.

"Hmmm?" A flutter of pink hair was blown from the pale face as a pair of light blue eyes glanced to the outspoken boy.

"Why did you change?"

Marluxia looked uneasily to the boy as he half-focused on his driving. "I didn't change, babe."

"Yes…" Zexion murmured. "Yes you did. You used to let me go to school…you used to not touch me…"

"I'm just trying to keep you forever, Zexi." Marluxia grinned as he pulled his free hand to the limp arm at Zexion's side. He moved his fingers up and down, slowly rubbing the soft skin on the limb. "I don't want you to leave me."

It made Zexion feel guilty. Even though he was constantly beaten, his heart was tied here. "I…I love you…Marly."

"I love you too." He grinned, placing a chaste kiss on a soft cheek.