Okay, here's another installment of Whispered Melody and I'd like to thank all who reviewed! It makes me feel so happy when people read then actually leave input, no matter how random or ridiculous it may be!

blackkeyblade: teehee, yeah. I was a tad spaztic... glad to know you like it!
hanakitsunechan7: -giggle- Yes, very fast! Kyuu! But then again, Demyx does strike me as a tad impatient...
Metal Chocobo: Eep! -hides- Hokai... it's like this. Demyx thinks Zexion hurt his sister by breaking up with her and then things sorta...happened. -giggle- Further explanations in this chappy, hopefully.
Mina The Forgotten Memory: Aww, I'm sorry; computer problems suck, I've been having them for the longest time. ...it could be Larxene. Maybe she's electrocuting your compy? -snicker- But yes, the netspeak was completely intentional. My friend, Anonymous Saru, in our Japanese Club meetings, often goes "Stfu, nubs, kthx!" and I was thinking of her because I still owe her more chapters of our Crack. It works very nicely in a normal setting in real life... weirdly. But I'm happy you're happy! It makes me happy.
benji's lover iz a cowfree: I stopped there because I'm evil! (And I didn't know if closer-to-lemon activity would keep it as a T-rated fic.) But here's an update?
Ranchdressing: Oh yes, I absolutely adore The Writer you fools. I'm somewhat of a stalker on lj, poor dear. But yes... I'm still contemplating a lemon. See, all the lemons I've written so far aren't very good, and have never been put up anywhere, and I'm not even quite sure what I'll write in one. I'll let you know if I do, okay?
-An Unhealthy Zemyx Obsession-: Zomg, I'm soooo sorry I forgot to add you! So I edited! Thanks! And teehee, yeah, it does seem odd that Demyx would be a seme, but, well, Zexion's small... and probably inexperienced, and if Demyx is more experienced, he could most likely take over. Zexy never actually declared "rape" though! I'm glad it meets your approval rating now!

But thanks for the reviews, everyone! There's that awaited chapter!

Whispered Melody
.iv.
Can't See I'm Victimized

Thursday.

Salty. New, mingled, something mixed with sweat, like sweat, only not... and laundry, from his bed sheets.

Zexion wasn't sure how they had landed in his bedroom or why his body felt frail and screamed with pain, but he had two questions in mind: how had they gotten into his bed and why was Larxene's brother using him as a pillow? He didn't bother to move, oddly comforted by the warmth on his chest. The soft, sturdy breathing on his bare chest, matching his heartbeat; the strong, gentle hands keeping him in a sweet embrace.

He knew he was being sappy. It had been the strangest, new form of sex he had ever felt, and it shouldn't've happened, but it felt so right, so nice... but he wasn't gay and it shouldn't've happened. He didn't even know how it happened, but it bothered him. Only mildly; he liked the feeling. Gently, he smoothed down Demyx's hair and sighed softly. New, unreal, but nice...

Four knocks on his door alerted him of another's presence and he lifted his head. A few more knocks, and Zexion began to wonder. Axel and Vexen were his prime choices, but he now began to fear them catching him in this extremely uncommon position.

Uncommon? Uncommon? This was completely unlike him!

Demyx stirred sleepily as Zexion nudged him. "Zexy... what's going on?" was interpreted from his mumbling of "whuzuhmmun". Zexion merely shoved him and whispered harshly into his ear.

"Shut up or they'll hear you."

"Who wi--"

"Shut it!"

Demyx couldn't argue as he found himself soon shoved onto the floor. As he struggled for his footing, Zexion urged his stumbling form into a closet. The slate-haired teen soon whispered, "Whatever happened last night was... okay, I don't know what it was, but--oh, just stay put!" Shutting the door before Demyx could reply, Zexion grabbed the closest pair of jeans and tugged them on, ignoring the amount of extra leg-length and the wider waist. The blond stayed quiet and Zexion hurried from his room as his front door swung open.

Axel and Vexen looked around at the mess of strewn items and gasped; Zexion was rather neat, and with the untidy room in front of them, something seemed wrong. Vexen frowned as he inspected the area, as Axel ran down the hallway, spotting the smaller boy in the oversized pants struggling from his bedroom. Reading him, he frowned as he tried to take in his odd appearance; his skin seemed covered with sweat, hair mussed, and his pants didn't even seem like his pants. He even hobbled, as if in pain.

"Zex! You okay? What the hell happened?" Axel asked, placing his hands on Zexion's shoulders.

The smaller one seemed so weak, tiredness in his eyes as he looked up, a trace of an indecipherable expression on his pale skin. He seemed almost skeletal without his shirt, his ribs displayed in his thin form, spine grooves poking out almost unnaturally.

"God..." Axel had to breathe out, sighing. "And you eat?"

Zexion blinked, seeming a tad unfocused. "Yes, I do. And I'm fine, you can le--"

"What happened to you?" Axel asked again.

"Got in a fight, kicked out the intruder, crashed," he summarized plainly."I'm good now, but you need to go."

The redhead felt his forehead. "You're not delusional or anything?" he asked. "We can't leave you here, if there's some intruder around the place..." He sighed. "Plus, Zex, you look horrible. Vexen and I can help you clean up some, maybe take care of those bruises... on your neck? Was he choking you?"

Zexion walked--hobbled, with the current tenderness in certain regions rubbing against denim--into the living room, where Vexen gave a slight frown to a pair of boxers.

"Zexion, were you raped?" he asked, worried.

"No. I'm fine. Look, I got into a fight, I went to sleep afterwards, that's it. I'm just going to shower and go back to sleep." He sighed when they didn't budge. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Axel ignored him plainly, a thin finger raking across a few marks on Zexion's back. He frowned. "Damn... were you clawed at, too?" he asked. "These look horrible... looks like they're still bleeding, too!"

"It wasn't a particularly good fight," Zexion was having trouble making this lie up as he continued, but he was determined not to let either of the two find out about his actions. Axel frowned and looked over at Vexen, calling the blond over to inspect any damages, since he seemed like the one closest to a doctor--he wasn't in med-school, but he was good with science and had been voted 'most likely to save a dead guy' in an old competition--he seemed good enough to patch up the smaller one.

Zexion was urged to sit and had to bite back a wince in pain. Damn... it hurt to sit. He had to stand up abnormally quickly, head spinning, and frowned, pointing to his door. "No, I'm fine... just go..."

"Zexion..."

"No," the smaller one insisted. "You two need to leave... please..."

Their protests soon died away, and Axel agreed to leave under the terms that Zexion would call every few hours to tell him if he was feeling better, and Axel was coming over for 'dinner'. That left Zexion nine hours to attempt patching himself, talk to Demyx, and kick out the blond before anything abnormal happened.

Or, more abnormal than had already occurred.

They were finally gone, and he made sure to lock his door that time. Struggling to gather some of the strewn clothing, he almost fell and hissed in pain, and left them in a pile, merely stumbling back to his room. Dropping onto his bed again, he sighed. "Demyx, you can come out now."

No reply... oddly.

"Demyx?" He pushed himself to sit up.

The toilet flushed, then the sink ran for a few moments, and a loud yawn came from his bathroom. A moment later, Demyx shuffled into the bedroom, scratching his stomach above the elastic of his boxers. "Mornin'," he grumbled sleepily.

Zexion's eyes widened. "What were you doing?! They could've seen you!"

Demyx blinked, moving to sit on the bed next to Zexion. "I snuck in there when they were leaving. Sorry... had to pee." He frowned, looking down a little, and Zexion could feel a soft heat rushing to his cheeks. He didn't want to admit it, but that was somewhat cute, his small pout and his shy gaze towards the carpet. After a moment, it left his face, and Zexion looked down quickly as the blond turned to him. "So, Zexy..."

"Zexion," he corrected. "My name is not Zexy. Anyway... what the hell was that? You came in here trying to kill me and you end up using me for sex?!"

"I wasn't using you," Demyx responded, laying back next to Zexion. He looked up with bright, blue orbs, a small smile on his face. "Anyway, you liked it. Moaning, so much... oh Dem... oh Demy... harder... more..." He laughed, as Zexion glared, then turned away, pulling himself to stand up. Looking up as his partner--Demyx considered them partners already, after only one night, oddly--he noticed the wounds and frowned. "Ow... those look bad. I'm sorry... You have a first aid kit? I can clean them up for you," he suggested.

"I'm fine. Go home, or something..."

"But Zexy, you're in my pants."

Zexion found himself ready to protest but he silenced quickly, sighing. He was, indeed, in the older one's pants, but the idea of dropping them and exposing himself to the blond was out of the question. Swiftly, he slid into his closet and grabbed a pair of cotton pants, choosing to don those instead. Once finished, he tossed the article of clothing at Demyx and frowned.

"Leave."

Demyx frowned deeply. "But Zexy..."

"Zexion," he corrected through hissed teeth, slowly sinking onto his bed again. He wasn't even sure why he was allowing Demyx to stay seated on his bed, but he was going to blame confusion and extreme pain; well, it wasn't as extreme anymore, for cotton was much gentler.

Demyx merely rolled onto his stomach. "I'm sorry... I said I'd go easy on ya, and it looks like I ravished ya bad..." He frowned. "C'mon, let me make it up to ya... treat your wounds, help you clean up some, make you pancakes? I can make pancakes!"

"Go home." Zexion didn't understand what it was with blond males and their lack of actually leaving when ordered. "Look, Demyx... whatever happened yesterday wasn't supposed to happy. You're a guy, I'm a guy, and that wasn't supposed to happen--"

"But you liked it."

"I didn't enjoy it in the least," Zexion insisted.

"Then why were you moaning so much?" He seemed oddly interested in that, and the disturbing tone of the question had Zexion choosing not to hurt him physically, too busy blushing at the wall. Demyx pat his shoulder sympathetically. "It's okay. I'm good at finding pleasure points... but I won't tell anyone..."

It took the smaller boy a few moments, but he finally dragged himself from the bed, hobbling towards a cabinet. Withdrawing a few clothing items, he turned around and sent a dark, uncaring look to Demyx. "I have an afternoon class at one, so you need to be out of here by noon," he stated and calmly crossed the hallway to his bathroom.

"B-but Zexy--"

The bathroom door slammed loudly.

.vi...ix.

Zexion though he knew pain. He had been starved for days, beaten by bullies, knocked down stairs, even cut a few times, but it didn't seem as bad as having been ravished and trying to learn in a college classroom. The teacher was rambling about trigonometic functions and he had to be sure not to squirm, lest those around him called attention to his motions. He couldn't sit properly, needing to lean back to take the pressure off, but the pressure of the chair against his back made him grimace. Normally, he sat upright and at least made an attempt to look like he was paying attention, but today he couldn't manage.

His joints wereaching and his back pained him by the time class had ended. After struggling with the shoulder bag's strap across him diagonally, he made his way home to begin preparing for his dinner 'guest'. As he walked quietly to his apartments, mere blocks from the campus, his phone began to buzz uncomfortably in his pocket. Groggily, he answered; he was rarely groggy, but at the moment, he only wanted to crash. He hated consecutive tired days.

"Zexion, where are you?" Axel's hurried voice asked loudly through the cell.

Zexion physically winced. Axel was loud, and it came so suddenly. He sighed and answered anyway. "I went to school, stupid."

The insult passed over Axel, and he insisted on interrogating Zexion about his night's activities as Zexion walked home quietly. By the time he arrived, Axel was at his front door, urging him to head to the Med-Students and the small free clinic on campus to make sure he didn't have any internal injuries. Zexion lied and promised he's go soon but wanted to head inside.

Ten minutes later, Zexion was actually thinking that a hospital would be better. His cooking skills were compromised when he cut his hand, and they ended up ordering a pizza.

"Zexion..."

"No. Axel, I'm fine."

"You look like you got in a fight, you're not sitting right, and you had a messy place!" At his friend's unphased facade, Axel sighed. "Look, bud, those things send out warning flares."

Zexion sighed, returning a pizza crust to his plate on the center table. "Whatever..."

The nonchalant attitude was brushed off for half an hour, until Axel finally bothered Zexion into letting him check the scratch marks. Zexion had been half-asleep when Axel removed his shirt and lay him back on the couch, and he fell asleep shortly afterward.

.iv. end .iv.

Yeah, weird place to end, but... meh. I like it, I had fun writing up to this point anyhoo. I'm still trying to work out the actual plot and stuff (cuz somehow, there is one...) but I'll try to post regularly. This one's going a lot faster than the crack I'm working on with Anonymous Saru, but I think it's because I'm doing all of this fresh, and so whatever I say goes. --insert maniacal laughter here--

Ah well. Review, please! Kthx! Luv!

:Darkness Princess.