Call me desperate. I want more reviews, so I give you another chapter. I blame my sick day and the boredom that followed.
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Eyes-of-Crimson:
No, it's not a real review! You little punk! (PS. I have more to give
you!)
-An
Unhealthy Zemyx Obsession-: That made me giggle. But yes, now
they're officially not dating again. (Axel's weird, ne?)
Metal
Chocobo: Okay, getting there!
Alert: There is some Larxene x Zexion in this chapter, but the Zemyx starts also! Please, don't run away! It's that Bad Stuff before the going gets good sorta thing.
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Pine-scented car-freshener, faint perfume, night air.
Just friends, they had decided on their drive down a dark road back to the center of the city. She could call him whenever, and he'd always be welcome to eat dinner with her famly. Just as she had gotten to the subject of her family, the car jerked and made a loud bang, slowing down almost immediately. They were quickly at a stop and Zexion frowned.
"Well, shit," Larxene murmured.
He frowned. "And I don't have my flashlight on me."
"Think a glowstick might work?" she offered. From her latest raves, she had mentioned earlier. She always had a spare one or two on hand.
He wasn't sure, but they tried it anyway. He exited the car and looked around, to see that his back right tire had busted. He hadn't replaced the spare he used last month, and quickly returned to tell Larxene to call a repair company. Since she didn't know one, she called their mutual friend with connections.
She described it as the 'Shittiest luck on the fuckin' green earth' when her phone call to Axel cut off after she told him where they had just left. They had lost signal, and walking, he determined, was suicide this late at night, especially with potential supernatural criminals. It might've been the horror movies, but he learned his lesson from Jeepers Creepers. Putting on his blinking lights and locking the doors, he turned to look at the blonde beside him.
"So I guess we're stuck here," he said quietly.
She nodded and shivered, and he courteously offereed his jacket, turning the heat on in the car. When his battery began to run low, he ended up turning off the vehicle, and Larxene lay on Zexion to keep him warm. She actually sat on his lap, hugging him gently as he kept his hands on the steering wheel.
Then she kissed him. Quickly and deeply, forcing him into agreeement as her hands raked through his hair. He couldn't resist long, as Larxene soon moved to straddle him at the driver's seat, trapping him underneath her. There was more of a spark to this kiss, Larxene's signature attitude coming out through her lips at her hidden meanings behind her actions, strong and deep and playful as shhe ran her tongue across his.
He pulled back by trying to turn his head away. "L-larx-xene... thought we were... just friends..." he tried to spit out, and she silenced him with another kiss, then pulled away.
"Kiss between friends," she assured him, "you'll enjoy it, don't worry..."
He felt almost ashamed to have agreed to this. It did keep them warm, as his hands wrapped around her frame and kept her near as they kissed. Not exactly passion, only boredom, lust, and the need of closeness for warmth. Anyway, it passed the time and, like she said, he did somewhat enjoy this. He hadn't kissed anyone in a while.
But three quick taps at the window and a flashlight shining at their faces alerted him of another's presence, and he parted quickly, widened eyes staring at a laughing redhead outside. Axel stood next to the car, with a tall and buff male behind him, whom Zexion recognized as Lexaus. The taller man worked at a local car shop near the school, and had done excellent tune-up work on Zexion's car in the past. Larxene sat up quickly, tugging Zexion's hand from under her dress as she turned to look at the window, smiling at Axel. Zexion cautiously helped her onto her own seat, straightening his tie as he opened his door.
"Damn, Zexion!" Axel whistled. "I didn't think you'd have it in you..."
"We didn't do anything," Zexion tried to debate.
"Except try to eat each other's faces. Tryin' to tap dat, Zex? We can always come back later..."
The poor slate-haired teen was bright red in the face as Axel laughed, the color not managing to falter as Larxene leaned across him and smacked the redhead. When she straddled him again, climbing over him to exit the car, Zexion felt as if he had turned his face into a beet.
He merely listened as Larxene hugged Axel and explained that they were only waiting for the sun to come up, and he slowly climbed out of his car, leaving Lexaeus to manage with fixing everything and hooking it up to his truck. They were all soon piled in the truck, the black car hooked behind, and he began to drive them back to the city.
Car freshener. Oil, grease, metal, musty fabric. Fabric softener.
The half-hour ride informed Zexion that he and Larxene had 'wasted' almost an hour waiting, and with the half-hour drive back to the center of the city in Lexaeus's cold truck, they were at the repair shop shortly after midnight. He decided not to worry about his car, knowing it was safe in Lexaeus's possession overnight, and Axel graciously offered to take them home.
Larxene was dropped off first, and Demyx walked over to the car, clad in his pajamas. He frowned when he noticed the driver, but asked for certainty. "Axel, that you?"
The redhead behind the wheel grinned. "Yep! Just dropping off a hot babe."
The blond grimaced playfully. "Gross, Axel. Larxene's not a hot babe, just hot-tempered," he joked, sticking his tongue out at his sister. As the girl tiredly ignored him and grabbed her bag, he turned back to the redhead and frowned slightly. "So, where's the new date? Abandoned Larx so fast, huh? The bastard..."
"Actually, he's in the back seat," Larxene replied. "If you must know, his car tire popped in the middle of nowhere."
"Did it really..." Demyx inquired, almost unnaturally intrigued with this tidbit of information. Perhaps too intrigued, as Axel frowned and Larxene realized her brother's actions.
"Screw you, Demyx!" she almost shouted.
Demyx took that as his cue to leave, heading back to the house as Larxene bid her two friends a good night. Once the two were gone, Zexion sighed, reclining in his chair in the back as Axel sped off to his apartment.
"You're not hooking me on any more dates," he announced quietly.
"Zexion, if you really wanted a quicky, Lexaeus and I would've let you get one..." Axel said again.
"It's not about sex!" Zexion had sat up quickly, but soon leaned back. He was downright exhausted; everything had been going about so quickly, and now he just wanted it to wind down enough for him to go to sleep for a few hours. He sighed and rested his back against the seat again, hands checking his pockets. "I'm just not interested in girls right now..."
Axel looked over his shoulder briefly. "You're gay?" he asked.
"No!" Zexion replied, sighing again. "I'm not, and I don't have my keys. Could you drop me off at Vexen's?" He could reemember giving Lexaeus his car keys and setting the rest on the seat of his car; he must have forgotten to grab them again.
Axel snickered. "Zex, you can stay at my place, okay? Vexen's off with the Local Booze Boy."
"Why would Vexen be hanging out with Saix?" the smaller one had to question.
The redhead in the front seat shrugged. "I've learned not to ask."
Upon returning, Axel let Zexion borrow a pair of his pajamas--one of his smaller pairs, in the hopes it would fit the younger one--and crash on the couch. He had offered the bed numerous times, but Zexion diidn't want to risk unfortunate situations and chose to acquaint himself with the living room. What an odd room it was, with the dark cloth couches and the dark cherry wood center table covering a large burn spot on the tan carpet. The walls had photographs and pictures of friends, family, and famous people Axel was fortunate to meet at his rallies and rock concerts. At least he didn't have skulls and headless dolls hanging from his ceiling as he first told Zexion.
That night, Zexion had an odd dream about Larxene forcing him into heer bed, but as he hit the blanket, he was thrust into his car, watching as her brother slapped stickers of music notes onto his car, laughing maniacally. He climbed out of his car, a knife in his hands, and began to stab at a figure; looking down, he stared into the lifeless eyes of a small woman with slate blue hair--
Wednesday.
"Zex! Zex, bud, wake up!"
He blinked open his eyes, staring into the face of a concerned, brightly-designed older man. Axel was kneeling next to him, a frown on his pale lips, bright green shirt over a black fishnet top and bright, retroactive-colored pants. Axel's unnaturally hippie-styled clothing didn't phase him as much as his dream ha. He felt distant and disturbed, wanting to withdraw when Axel set a hand on his shoulder.
"You okay, bud? You started muttering... looked like you were in pain."
Zexion was quiet for a moment, sighing softly. "I'm fine now."
Axel smiled slightly. "Good. You sure, though?"
He nodded. "Fine."
Food...? Baked goods, meat...
The smile turned into a grin. "And you eat breakfast, don't you?"
"No, not really..."
"It'll cheer you up. I made pancakes!"
Zexion ended up eating breakfast with Axel at his small table. Though they didn't really cheer him up, the pancakes tasted rather nice. But who knew Axel could cook? The two enjoyed--or somewhat, not really--a nice breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon, and ice cream in Axel's case. They talked, or rather, Axel talked of the latest news stories and explained his attire (he was going to a protest on the freedom of fashion for both sexes) and spoke about Vexen showing up wasted an hour ago.
An active day awaited him, he was sure, and decided to stay in the dark red and black pajamas when Axel took him too the repair shop that morning. As expected, the trusted mechanic replaced the tire and even did some routine maintenance for free. Zexion only paid for the tire and ended up going home with a smooth-running car, his keys, and a drunken blond sleeping in the back seat.
Stupid protest. Both he and Axel had no classes, but with Axel heading off to fight for the right to turn his hair abnormally brighter than it already was and to wear a miniskirt, he was stuck with the man who just didn't know how to deny Saix and his drinking parties. Getting the older one to wake up and stop drooling on the cloth interior was a tad difficult, but he managed to wake Vexen and relocate him in the apartment, letting him use the bed.
Zexion planned on a quiet day from that point on. Besides Vexen going between the bathroom and the bedroom, and Zexion delivering plain, light, "normal" meals, it was rather calm and normal, and quiet. Axel stopped by after the protest, a little after three, and he gobbled down Zexion's mustard and turkey sandwiches while giving him the play-by-play of the entire protest, from the speeches to the riot and the fight of the pepper spray. By four, Vexen had emerged and felt calmer, after downing two painkillers, and by four-thirty, Axel was taking the blond home and heading out for celebratory pizza. How the redhead could be so dramatic and not crack under pressure was beyond Zexion, but it did slightly annoy him at hos he didn't seem to gain weight; too many unhealthy food items not only bothered Zexion's insides, but it gave him girly hips.
He sighed and dropped into his armchair, once alone again, planning on continuing in his novel. He was quickly disturbed a page later, mildly ruffled that he'd have to wait before finding out if Rasputin truly killed the Lady Ana, but merely replaced the bookmark and rose again.
The knocks outside on the door were quick and persistent, urgently wanting attention. He merely unlocked the door and opened it, an eyebrow raising at the blond in front of him. "You're... Larxene's brother, correct?"
The blond grumbled angrily and shoved Zexion backward, inviting himself into the apartment. Zexion fell to the ground, but, making a backward tumble, he soon landed himself in a prepared squat. Demyx cracked his knuckles.
"You bastard," he said calmly. "You got a lot of nerve, messin' with my sister like that!"
"I didn't do a thing. We called it off mutually," Zexion explained, standing. "And I'm not going to tolerate being harassed in my own house. So if you'll leave, it'll be graciously appreciated, kthx."
He was roughly punched in the face, tasting blood in his mouth as Demyx threw another blow. Zexion dodged the second one, grabbing Demyx's arm and kneeing him in the gut, but Demyx used his size in offense and tackled the smaller boy to the ground, straddling him, keeping him pinned to the ground. Zexion's struggling was horrid and came off purely sexual in this position. By pure accident, his pelvis rubbed against Demyx's four times, and the toller one leaned down to stop him.
They had to pause, and rewind, for a moment. Zexion was being beaten in his own apartment by an ex-date's younger brother who blamed him for ruining something. Now, said younger brother had him pinned to the ground as an unnatural, new sort of tension lingered in the air.
Fast forward from that situation and clothes were vanishing, kisses powerful and filled with lust and a curious new feeling spreading between the two. Demyx had taken charge of the novice beneath him and soon, hands covered in Zexion's 'kissing fluids' were forced into places they didn't seem to belong.
"Aah! D-Demyx... wha..." Zexion couldn't even formulate a logical sentence, moaning and writhing underneath him.
"Ohh... is this your first time?" Demyx asked, deciphering the whimper as a 'yes'. He smiled smugly. "I'll go easy on ya, then."
.iii. end .iii.
Oh yes, I am a cruel individual! I'm still contemplating the idea of writing a little Exerpt chapter for the lemon here, but I haven't. It won't be chapter four, so don't get your hopes up. But I might put it up. Maybe. Who knows...
Review, kthx!
:Darkness Princess.
