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Riku-Stalker: will it help if I give you nice Zemyx secchs instead?
Celendiar: you bet your bottom dollar he doesn't mind, hehe
Rukia-sama and Kitara Jaganshi, thanks!
8-bit Mind: no problem, people who come up with interesting review strike my attention, lol. First off, I think you need to go google Zexion. He has silver hair and blue eyes with a rather emo hair cut, with the bangs longer in the front. He wields no weapon, and he was only in Chain of Memories. People only place he and Demyx together because of 6 and 9 haha. But don't worry, naughtyness is starting from this chappie on : )
Notorious George Weasley: but isn't the torment making it interesting? And yes, Kairi is also very manipulative. You just know she has pictures of them so she can sell 'em on eBay
ShadowAili: Welcome onboard! I hope I can continue to keep you looking forward to this!
Acoustical Trance: naw, it doesn't make you bad, just human lol
Dedicated to SilverWind7 and DragonRider13025 who died to see what happened next. R.I.P.
Chapter Six: That Aching, Poetry, Let's Do It Vibe
There was one thing about Axel that most people did not know. Even if they did, most wouldn't understand. Simply, he loathed being by himself. He thrived for human interaction, even if someone was wanting to exchange blows. Everything he did revolved around this. He threw extravagant parties where hundreds of people showed up, most drinking so much they spent the night, making him smile, knowing that the house was no longer empty, that he wouldn't have to wake up and find the halls quiet. He even relinquished the sound of puking over silence.
Yet at the same time, he hated most people. Hate isn't quite the word, but he felt something close to that. He didn't like other people interacting with others, he wanted people to talk to only him. He liked it when people laughed because of something he said, and burned with anger when the laughter was stirred by someone else.
He never admitted this.
Often he ignored the pain he felt, the flames that licked his heart as he worked to keep it frozen, sealing his feelings inside. Psychology with Zexion, as much as he disliked the teacher, had proved useful in helping him understand this twisted way of thinking. It was because of his parents, their lack of love, their lack of being there, and their lack of interaction.
Knowing this, and knowing that if people found out they'd hate him, he kept his jealous tendencies well buried, never thinking about it until one of those faithful nights where he couldn't sleep, staring at the ceiling as the clock ticked past 3 a.m. He kept one that ticked so it would never be completely silent. The ticking would drill his thoughts as the reverie grew demented and the paths taking him to hidden areas of his heart as it slowly melted, leaving him bare and vulnerable, crying his eyes out.
That is why, when Roxas was shouting at him, he could simply stare at the blonde boy, allured by the volume. "As you can see…" Axel said languidly, stepping around Roxas fluidly, cocking his head so that he could smirk in his face, "your precious brother isn't here. That leaves just you and me, and you're the one that called on me. Something you're wanting? The Decoration Committee doesn't meet until tomorrow, unless you wanted to see more of me for something else."
Roxas seethed, his words being twisted around against him. "I obviously didn't come here to see you Axel," he said furiously. "I know Sora's here, I choked it out of Larxene!"
"The girl obviously lied. I hope you didn't hurt her too much, she is a friend," Axel said mildly, shrugging his shoulders. "It's flattering that you have to make up such a fabrication in order to see me."
"I DIDN'T COME HERE TO SEE YOU!" he exploded, no longer able to keep it in.
"Tsk tsk, you're always so violent…" Axel said softly, countering the anger easily. "Allow me…" His arms slid around the blond before he could react, bringing their bodies close together. "See how peaceful it can be? Just relax… I can help you with that…" One arm dropped to the boy's waist and the other to his hip.
Roxas's body went rigid. Not only did the dream about the redhead flash before his eyes, but so did the kiss, as well as the fact it was surprisingly comfortable in the boy's arms, he felt strangely warm inside. But his distaste for this sort of thing prevailed.
His eyes narrowed, pushing back to distance himself, though he couldn't break free of his arms. "Let me go!"
"Not until you relax…" Axel purred, moving one of his hands to stroke Roxas's jaw line. The blond figured it'd be a good time to pull away, but he was quite surprised to find that the red head was scarily strong. In fact, he realized he was being allowed to squirm. 'Wow…' he thought, staring the redhead in the eyes. 'What does he do? That's awesome… wait, focus!' he snapped at himself, blinking to clear the cloudiness that had developed.
Axel grinned, bending forward so his bangs mingled with blond. "You know how cute you are?" he continued in the same silky voice, a finger now stroking the hollow of the younger boy's throat. "It's almost dangerous."
"Get your filthy mitts off me," Roxas said quietly, masking the pleasure he felt. He didn't understand why this man's touch was electric to his skin, but he wasn't about to let on he liked it.
"I think you like getting dirty…" the sultry voice continued, tightening his grip on the thin hips while he slowly lifted Roxas's shirt up. "You act angry, but your body saying you want me. Why deny yourself?" The thin fingers pushed against his already hard nipple, extracting a surge of white-hot pleasure.
Roxas hissed, squeezing his eyes shut so that he wouldn't see it. 'I'm going to get raped by a gay guy…' he thought to himself, almost desperately trying to keep the thought there. 'I won't like it…I won't… no matter what he does…'
He felt the hand move away from hips, slipping lower, pressing between his legs. Pure bliss formed itself, his nails digging into his palms. "No…" he mumbled, though it was barely heard.
But all at once it was gone. "You'll seek me out one day," Axel said confidently, exiting the warehouse with a grin on his face.
Roxas was left panting, his cheeks red, sweat upon his brow, and an aching erection.
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Sora clutched onto Riku tighter, his eyes wide with interest. The person before them onstage held himself tightly, eyes shut in the stance of someone not wanting to let go. Riku gently released his grip a little, sipping their soda and gently placing it on the dark coffee table, snuggling his date closer on the purple beanbag chair as the teenage boy began to speak.
"Closing my hand on something, there is only so much dust and dog hair. I close my eyes, I breathe deeply and reach for that familiar place. The universe asks me a question: why do I continue to love you?" The teen, he could be no older than nineteen, looked at the audience, at every single person in turn, meeting the eyes of all before starting again. "I begin an answer immediately. But why is it we persevere? It is a matter of pride. Pride is after all, is what we have. Vanity is what others have." A little chuckle emitted from the otherwise silent crowd.
He waited for it, standing up a little taller, an arm dramatically stretching out as he resumed slowly, "So in pride and vanity, I offer, I love you because I've always loved you. And the universe knows it is not a whole truth." He paused for dramatic effect, turning slightly to the left. "So I try again. I love you because of all we've been through together. And the universe doesn't like this cliché either. It asks with all the emotion it can give, Why do you love? Then I realize, all is under false pretense. We have been through all that, because we've put through it on each other."
The teen's voice pitched a little louder, his brow furrowing as the volume rose with each word, "How can you assert love after all we have just seen? The weakness of adversity, the cowardness in the face of an adversary. The uncertain knowledge that nothing is the solution! And I begin to list the things I admire in you, to prove that I love you. Tolerance, faithfulness, loyalty, beauty, trust, and withstanding. And because the universe is a big believer in the Socratic method, it asks: Why do you love your dog?"
He grew silent again, and Sora found himself drawing in a breath he had forgotten. "And I begin in a similar list. Yet the birds know nothing of our sorrow, and the universe asks again, why in the face of all this sorrow, why do you still love each other? Then I realize, in an epiphany that none other have come across, there is no answer! There is no answer to my love. I do not love you in spite of, because of it is, nor since that and not whilst. The only answer is that, simply, I love you."
A moment of silence passed before an eruption of applause vibrated to the roof, people hooting and hollering in enthusiastic wonderment. The boy smiled at the forty or so people in the room, the light green light showing tiny droplets of green perspiration sliding down his face.
Riku grinned at Sora who was clapping loudly in response, obviously enjoying the evening. He cast an eye around his surroundings. He had taken Sora here because he loved the atmosphere. They were in a large coffee shop, where jazz and occasionally rock music poured from the speakers, the smell of deluxe coffee wafting through the air, the lights in low neon colors, causing the pop-art paintings on the wall to change from their original colors. Candles burned on each table for a romantic scene, as tonight was all about love poems.
He was pleased Sora had found himself enthralled with the world of Slam Poetry. He had always found affection for it, and he was happy to share this passion. He had never bothered to show him before because he had a fear that Sora would automatically reject it. But now, he was glad he had taken the chance.
This passion had sprung when he had passed by during a time of the loudest applause he could ever remember. Curious, he had gone in. Ironically, this was the first time he had met Axel. He had been onstage at the time, his sultry voice lulling the crowd into a silky, sexy reverie. Sadly, Axel hadn't come up with many poems since then, and most not good enough to be shared with a large audience.
"I loved it!" Sora exclaimed as they left for it was getting late and both were hungry and not in the mood for organic, vegan dishes which the coffee shop only served. "Why didn't you take me there before?!"
Riku shrugged offhandedly a smirk flitting across his pale complexion. "You never seemed like the type. Now that I know you like me, I figured that you would at least tolerate it for my sake."
"I want to go again!" The brunette continued excitedly, clasping his new boyfriend's hand as they entered a fast food joint.
"They have it every Thursday and Friday…." Riku said thoughtfully, scanning the menu overhead. "I won't mind taking you."
Sora beamed.
Later, they found themselves on the long trek home. It was a familiar scene, as both have been walking home together as long as they could remember. Only this time they were holding hands and there was a crescent moon hanging in the sky instead of the sun.
As they drew near the homes, Riku stopped, frowning. To Sora, it was a marvelous sight, the silver hair sparkling like starlight, the teal eyes he admired reflecting the moon. "Roxas will catch us if we continue like this much further…" he said carefully.
"I know…" Regret lined the twin's voice. He wanted so badly to spend every waking moment with this person now, and he definitely didn't want to have to hide it. He sighed, his cerulean eyes staring sadly at his shoes. He knew it was his fault that they would have to go through that, the guilt already eating away at his intestines.
Riku drew his arms around the brunette carefully, encircling his waist. "You better be coming to my house tomorrow," he said playfully, raising his brows suggestively.
A flush befell Sora, but it felt good, even if his heart was racing and his legs turned to mush as he slid his arms around his fellow teen's neck. "I will… around what time?"
"I want you there forever," Riku mumbled, his eyes straying off his boyfriend for a second. Then he go a hold of himself and shook his head, a half-smile appearing. "Past noon is good."
"Okay," was the bright response.
They stared at each other for a moment, both afraid to break the moment. But Riku reacted first, swooping low and enveloping the boy's lips with his own. He pushed the boy in close, his grip tightening. To his surprise, Sora did so as well, responding to the kiss fiercely, pushing up with his toes so he could reach Riku better.
He breathed in deeply with his nose, slowly exhaling as he broke away for a second so not to blow air in his lover's face, before pressing back again, glad that Sora had taken to his example of breathing patterns. Time slowly ticked by, Sora's fingers moving to Riku's hair, pulling the silky strands down so that Riku had to lean down, his own hands on the brunette's butt.
Finally, he had to break away, panting violently, clenching his fists at his side. "I'm sorry Sora…" he finally managed, although his partner was no better off, nearly hyperventilating. "If we continue… I don't think…"
"I know," Sora said between breaths, his face red from either embarrassment or lack of air. He knew of course that had they continued his virginity would have been lost. He felt his own erection pressing painfully against his pants, remembering those pleasurable gropes. He had a feeling Riku was no better off, judging by the painful expression across his face and the tight fists as if fighting for control.
"I'm sorry," the brunette mumbled.
"Why?" the silver-haired teen asked, startled. "Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Of-of course!" Sora said hurriedly, his face turning a brighter shade of crimson. "I…I really liked it. It's just, now it's my fault since you're going to have to go home and suffer…with…with….that.." he finished lamely.
"It's no more your fault than mine," Riku said with a little chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. "It's not going to kill me."
"But if I wasn't so afraid, then you could have it and-"
"No." Riku said firmly, his eyes suddenly blazing. "Stop it Sora. I don't want to screw you, especially on a first date. I'm not like Axel."
"I didn't mean-" Sora dropped it immediately after a hard stare.
Riku tilted his head and gave one last, very chaste, kiss upon his lover's lips. "Shush. No more about that. When we're good and ready, we can bring it up again." He smiled warmly. "Believe me, I want it to happen when the time is right."
Sora returned the smile, and felt a pang of sadness when he found himself at his house, waving to Riku goodbye.
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'Why do I find myself attracted to him?' Demyx thought desperately, trying his best to not stare at his teacher. They had been on the date for about an hour, and as the time passed, he felt a growing carnal desire well up in his chest. There was no way to get around it, he just wanted to pounce.
Zexion, oblivious to being thought of as prey, raised a slender brow, placing his chin in his hand thoughtfully. "What are you thinking about?"
"Wh-what? Nothing!" Demyx stuttered, thinking he was caught. Once he realized thoughts couldn't be read, he mentally kicked himself. 'Smooth, real smooth.'
A sly smirk appeared on his sensei's lips. It was easy to understand what the teen had been thinking about. Indeed, when someone floundered like that, only one thing could provoke such: naughty thoughts. And, way Demyx's eyes flickered towards him every now and then in a hope-he-doesn't-see sort of way, automatically made it about him.
'So…' Zexion thought to himself amusedly. 'He's having dirty thoughts about me? What else can I stir up…' He laughed inwardly, though keeping himself calm and cool on the outside. However, He leaned out a little, 'accidentally' bumping his knee on the inside of his student's thigh.
Demyx bit his lip, sitting up straight with a mumbled apology so that their legs didn't touch. Luckily for him, the movie was starting soon, so they finished up their dinner, getting their seats early.
This left plenty of torture time for Zexion, the master of mind games.
"I think I want a soda," Demyx said, getting up after a few minutes. "Do you want anything, Sensei?"
Zexion nodded. "Call me Zexion when we're out together, but sensei in school." he instructed. "And yes, I want a vanilla milkshake. With whipped cream and a cherry. But hold the nuts. Also, a bucket of popcorn."
He knew of course, of the pain Demyx felt in his psyche. Something like that could only conjure even worse thoughts. He enjoyed this, a few naughty images of his own surfacing.
The blond nodded, leaving quickly.
Once he returned, he settled down next to his date, handing him the items he had asked for. Zexion purposely put the popcorn between his thighs, fully well enjoying the thought that Demyx would have to suffer each time he wanted a handful.
And indeed, Demyx suffered. His mind wouldn't rest as he thought about where his hand was going each time he ate a piece of buttery goodness. 'Imagine that shake dumping on him…' he thought wickedly as a girl screamed, blood gushing from her neck as the killer axe man struck. 'All that whipped cream sliding down his body. What does he look like under there? Would he be toned? No… well maybe. He must keep fit. He must have a flat stomach… he has a little bit of hips… he doesn't seem to have that big of a package. Maybe I'd be the one on top…' he flashed the image on his mind even as he reached for more popcorn. 'Or would he? Hm…' he pondered this, staring at the gloved hand that lay on the armrest closest to him.
'Well if this is a date…' he thought to himself, slowly reaching for it. Zexion didn't move, so he slightly grasped it. To his surprise, his teacher lifted the armrest, pulling the blond so that they now shared both seats. After a little bit of shifting, Demyx found himself against his teacher comfortably, an arm around the man's shoulders while the older man had one around his waist. He was glad that his sensei had submitted so easily, he was the one leaning against the wall while Zexion rested against him.
Now, Zexion normally didn't consider himself to be the recessive one in a relationship. Yet, at the same time, he had a blatant understanding that he wanted to be dominated, and that he would enjoy being an uke with this student, even if he would hide this by keeping the upper hand. Most of the time.
All too soon, the movie ended, and neither showed any chance of getting up. That was, until movie security forced them out five minutes after for cleaning.
They reached the restroom, but Zexion had other plans. He pushed Demyx into an empty stall, his fists gripping the front of the blonde's shirt. Without warning he pushed his lips on him, so that they slid simultaneously onto the seat of the covered toilet. He straddled the boy's lap as he pulled away, smirking. "You've been asking for that for a while," he said calmly.
Demyx didn't answer. Instead he pulled his teacher down again by the hair, both ferociously tearing at each other, sex-crazed and deprived. Neither had had contact in a long time, and both were starving for the attention they were being given.
They finally pulled away for a break, both with their shirt off, Demyx's pants unbuttoned. Neither remembered how it had happened, only that they wanted more, and both were desperate for it. However, Zexion had etiquette to remember. He ran his fingers over the bulge of his student's pants, watching the muscles shiver in anticipation. "Forgive me, I believe we went a little too fast," he said in the same calm tone. "As much as I would like it, and enjoy it, I believe that having this in a movie theatre bathroom isn't what I wanted."
Demyx nodded, breathing slowly, lips swollen from the aggression that had been experienced only seconds ago. "It….it's too soon…" he said cautiously, watching his teacher's expression closely in case he angered him.
Zexion nodded back, an approving smile on his lips. "I'm glad you understand." He got off of the blonde's lap, swiping his shirt from the floor and handing Demyx's shirt that was hanging between the stalls back to him.
"How about ice cream?"
Author: Don't kill me! Sorry for the cliffy! I'm rather pleased with this chapter. The poem is from a famous Slam Poet, if anyone knows who it is, haha. I shortened it a lot though, there was no way I could have put the entire thing in there!
R&R. As in, REST AND RELAXATION!
Haha
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