Whoo, an update! Can you believe that? xD

Warning: Yaoi. Slight Angst.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything~

The night was cold and starless…

If Demyx would've looked up at the sky, he would've taken it as a bad omen but he didn't.

The lights of the bar were luring him in once again.

As he went up the stairs, barely three little steps, his legs were trembling but he entered the bar undeterred.

He saw those venomous green eyes again and the red hair and he was stared at as if he was a mad man.

"Oh. My. Gosh. What are you doing here, boy? Were you already released from hospital?"

Demyx didn't really pay attention to him. His didn't doubt his decision. He had set his mind to do this so he would.

"Really. Listen to me just for a second, alright? I really don't want a murder to happen during my shift…"

"Zexion is here, right?"

"What?" The redhead sighed. "Come on, man. Your wounds barely healed, right?"

"Marluxia is here too?"

"Damnit! Come on, what's your name, kid? How old are you?"

"Demyx, 19 and I don't need your advice right now, okay?"

The redheaded barman looked at him astonished as the blond… smiled?

"What are you up to? Please don't anger Marlu…?"

"I hope to achieve the opposite actually." He scratched the back of his head nervously.

Now the redhead looked at him incredulously. As he glanced sideways though Demyx knew that Zexion had appeared.

And he turned and saw his angel again. Right next to him his protector who often had haunted Demyx in his dreams during his time in the hospital.

But the blond had had some time to think about something. To think about an angel who ignored him and almost had him killed. An angel he still wanted to help because… he had hopelessly fallen in love with him.

And so he confronted him.

The slate haired male stopped as someone blocked his way. He recognized Demyx, of course he did, and he stared at him disbelievingly.

Marluxia wore a wolfish expression, curious and ready to strike at any moment.

"Is this how you express your death wish?" the angel asked. "Or your sincere wish to help me?"

"Neither."

"What-" Marluxia interrupted him and his icy blue eyes pierced Demyx's very soul.

"Would you be as nice as to leave my employees alone?" he asked calmly, threateningly calm.

"No- Well, yes. I've come here for a different reason," the dark blond tried to explain though his confidence suddenly faltered.

"I want to work for you."

The pink haired man looked at him irritated. "I don't need any more employees in a small bar like this."

"Not- not the bar. I mean… unofficial… like Zexion," the blond's voice was barely above a whisper as he finished the sentence.

Both men in front of him stared at him wide-eyed though Marluxia regained his composure quickly and Zexion's surprise quickly turned into anger.

"You want to work for me? You? You're joking, right?"

"Would someone who almost died because he was thrown down some freaking stairs return just to joke?" He returned the icy blue stare with confidence which was quickly fading and still, at least he tried to look confident… for once.

"Heh… hehe," after a while Marluxia just laughed. "Alright. Well, I don't have a problem with that. Why should I after all?"

His laugh was sinister, bone-shaking even. "Every job for at least 100 dollar, I get 50% and I get paid daily. Is. That. Clear?"

"Y-yes." Demyx even bowed unwittingly as he answered.

"Well then, welcome." And Marluxia's grin was something the blond wouldn't forget too soon.

His… boss quickly left; the dark blond didn't know to where and right now he didn't care because… well, he had just made the most stupid thing of his entire 19 year long life and the reason for it was still standing in front of him, boiling with barely supressed rage.

"Do you want to ruin my life so fucking bad? Why did you return, you bastard?" he hissed at him but he silenced Demyx before he could even speak.

"Forget it! Just don't dare to get in my way!" And with that his angel left him standing there and went to… work…

Gratefulness was a difficult thing to gain.

X X X

Demyx had barely slept that night. Well, who would confronting the fact that he was official… an unofficial whore now, working for a badass boss with pink hair? Sounded hilarious, the part with the hair at least.

Perhaps he would still wake up, noticing that it was all a dream, beginning with the meeting… with his angel.

"Argh!" Demyx dishevelled his hair in a sudden fit of despair.

He barely… he barely had had sex before! No worse: his first time had been with Zexion and now?

He was screwed. He should've thought about it more, a lot more!

All of this because of… slate colored strands of hair and deep blue depths knowing no happiness. Demyx's heart throbbed thinking of his features, his pale skin, the sound of his laugh, his angelic laugh…

Demyx would make him happy again, no matter what and be the price his own body.

He got up from his bed, styled his hair anew and got dressed.

He had nothing to do all day and so he went directly to the bar.

X X X

Demyx just sat there with nothing to do but feeling sick to the stomach because of his nervousness, his fear of the coming night. The night where he would… sell his body, not knowing if it would do any good. If he could even help Zexion that way.

He sighed while Roxas, the little blond barman he had met at his first day in the city, was drying the dishes behind the counter.

"So, Axel did say the truth," he suddenly remarked.

"Huh? Axel? Who is that?"

Roxas giggled. "Spiky red hair, green eyes?"

"Oh… him. What did he say?"

"That you… like… work here now?"

Demyx nodded tiredly and Roxas preferred not to comment on it any further.

"Be careful, Demyx."

X X X

The day never seemed to be as long as today.

Marluxia appeared but he hardly took notice of the blond. He talked to some guests or rather a certain guest that had appeared a while ago. A tall man with long, grey streaked hair, wearing a genteel jacket that seemed strangely out of place.

"Do you have someone else?"

Demyx started overhearing their conversation by coincidence a little while ago but it wasn't exactly an interesting one.

The man was a rare guest in the bar. He worked a lot, was stressed, blah~ Small talk? Seriously? Demyx almost fell asleep.

"I do have someone for you," Marluxia said as he led the man somewhere, upstairs perhaps.

"Rather young, a little clumsy even…"

The rest of the conversation was a blur. And when they returned a few minutes later, they were silent.

The pink haired man handed something over to the strange guest and then sat down at the counter next to Demyx as said guest left the bar.

"Are you planning to sit here all day?"

The blond startled and looked at Marluxia dumbfounded.

"Don't you have anything else to do?"

"Uhm… no, sir."

"Don't even start that sir-thing. Make yourself useful. Help Roxas but try to not be in the way, okay?"

"Uh, yes."

X X X

It seemed easy, really. And Demyx almost managed to calm his heart by nightfall but as Marluxia walked up to him… it was over.

He was right as he said that Demyx would be unable to just confront someone and offer his… service. Thus his boss was as attentive as to organize someone for him.

Now Demyx was only supposed to sit there and wait, dressed in something tight and black and uncomfortable but supposedly… sexy? As well as the very strange position he was in but Marluxia had ordered him to sit just like that. The blond could've sworn that his… cock had never been in a more awkward situation than this. It was not exactly pleasant. But what could be pleasant about being on show? To be sold like a worthless article of clothing?

… Like his angel… How had Zexion gotten into this?

Demyx was prepared for the worst if that was even possible. The only thing that was for sure was… that nothing was for sure.

Surely he could trust Marluxia but he was also… an ass. He didn't like Demyx either. So… he probably wouldn't get killed but apart from that… everything was possible.

He could not trust whoever would come walking through that door. This door that had no number on it. The room that was as somber as the room he had been in with Zexion but it was not the same. No, the door at the other side…

Was that important? Did it make any difference?

Demyx was freezing inside and shaking on the outside though he did his best to suppress it.

A small streak of light fell into the room as the door opened and the world stood still…

X X X

The door opened and a man walked in, stopping for a second to glance at Demyx. He then turned to the little cupboard without saying anything and removed his tie as well as his jacket.

Demyx gasped.

The guy with the jacket, the strange guy with the jacket! So that's what he had been talking about with Marluxia.

"Are you alright? You seem a little shocked, kid."

"Uh-" He had to pull himself together now. He was the one who got himself into this situation after all.

"I'm fine. It's just-" Demyx stopped as the man approached the bed nonchalantly.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you… much."

The blond flinched.

"It really depends… I don't know if I can control myself since you're as cute as he promised."

What?

"Marluxia really spoke highly of you…"

He was clearly only advertising his bar, that was all.

"He also told me that you are a little… inexperienced. But don't worry, I won't take advantage of that 'cause that's just not the kind of man I am."

Was that promise… an empty one? ...

Yo, Xigbar time~ Oh crap, spoiler! But it was obvious, wasn't it? xD And sorry that I stopped just when the fun part was about to begin ;) Oh well, it isn't that funny for poor Demyx, eh?

Well, I'd love a review either way^^