For the past two nights I've been watching him as he sleeps, because its then when he's most loving and in return, most lovable. While he's asleep, he keeps his arms around me protectively; he keeps one hand on my chest, right over my heart, and the other at the small of my back. No matter how much I may move or how much he may kick in his sleep, his hands are practically glued to those two spots. He sometimes drools and I hate to admit how watching the small trail of saliva creep down his pillow makes me smile; how watching his lips purse as he slumbers makes me crave them on my own; how his rising and crashing chest is the most comfortable pillow I've ever had.
On this especially warm night, I pried my body off of his, gently sitting up so as not to wake him, even as his hands moved to my thighs. I sat up, legs crossed, looking down to him snoozing at my side, his arms hooked around my upper leg as he rolled on his side, facing my body.
I couldn't help but smile. He looked so innocent. So kind and sweet and full of good intentions. How? How could someone with eyes so pure and lips so plump have done something so painful as to ruin my life?
I brushed those thoughts out of my mind, ignoring all memories of my past as I exhaled loudly, accidentally waking him up.
"Hm? Zexion?" he called my name and I smiled down to him, combing my fingers through his hair.
"Go to bed Demy," I said, loving the smile he gave me when he heard that nickname again.
"I love you Zexy." He kept his eyes closed as he squeezed my thigh between his arms and I let out a small laugh of gratitude.
"Night," I said, wishing I could tell him I loved him; wishing I knew how to love, or how to know if it was real.
I fell back asleep soon after, on his chest as always, and woke up to his hands exploring my body for the first time in days.
"Nya!" I sat up with a shriek; he was kneeling between my spread legs, fingers moving inside me.
"Goodmorning sunshine." He smiled, tickling my nerves with his fingertips inserted in my entrance.
Sunshine? I don't know how he came up with that, since my slate hair, 'emo' hairstyle, and lack of a sense of humor did not match the term.
"More, oh god more!" I said, finally getting over my need to hide my true feelings.
"Here baby?" He asked, biting his lip in an adorable fashion as he tried to find my sweet spot.
"AH! Yes, yes, oh fuck yea," I panted, grabbing the sheets, not realizing how several days of no sex after having it multiple times a day could make me so horny.
"Damn baby, you're so sexy." Demyx used one hand to fondle my erection, tugging and pulling as I twisted the sheets of the bed between my fingers.
"Almost, almost there," I warned, feeling his dick rub against my ass.
"Want it inside?" He asked and I nodded. He shoved himself fully inside me in one swift movement and I moaned louder than I ever had, sweating and hardening as I begged for more.
"Fuck, I have to come,"
"Hold it,"
"I cant,"
"Hold it!" He ordered and I mewled as I tried, but when he hit my prostate, I screamed as I spurted onto his chest.
I panted heavily as he pulled out of me.
"I told you to hold it." He sat, crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry," I gasped, trying to speak, barely able to.
"What I say is the only truth you know." Demyx reminded me and I nodded. "Why then did you come?" He sounded so serious.
"I couldn't help it." I whined.
"Why not?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Cause, you're, you're too fucking sexy." My chest climbed the air before it fell back down, my lips shivered as my whole body shook with pleasure.
"Is that right?" He asked, still sounding so intimidating. I nodded.
"My body cant handle all the pleasure you give me," I trembled, confused when he started laughing.
"You are just too cute," He moved his body on top of me, kissing my neck and biting me harshly.
"Ah!" I groaned, biting my lip, trying to hold back my moans as he left marks all over my neck and chest.
"I'm still hard here." He whispered with a husky voice in my ear and I sat us both up. I took his erection in my hands, lying on my stomach, rubbing and kissing it as he watched in approval.
"Yeah, oh yeah," He squeezed my hair in his fingers as I took his cock in my mouth, sucking and bobbing as best I could.
He pinched my ass with his full hands as I slurped his precum, attaching my saliva to his liquid by a thick long string of wetness that I couldn't lick off of my lips. He laughed, noticing how I tried to break the string, but failed. I looked up to him, his precum and my drool all over my chin, my eyes large and heavy in bewilderment of what to do next.
He wiped my chin with his thumb, then sucked on it. I groaned, getting hard all over again at the sight of how he lapped his tongue all over his thumb, making slurping noises as I licked my lips.
"Go on," he said, and I continue to blow him. After a few more minutes, he came into my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop.
He cleaned me up, as he usually did, wiping my ass and smothering my chest with a warm wet wash cloth, kissing me tenderly with pursed lips all over my chest and tummy, smiling at how I giggled from the tickling sensations.
"You're fucking adorable." He said, finishing up, caressing my nipple with his fingers.
"You, you make me want you." I said, blushing at the blatant truth.
"Its about time." Demyx said and I blushed deeper. "I love you." He said, no jokes, no smiles, no nothing. Just, his words and the heavy weight that came with them.
"I," I froze. I wanted to say it back, but what if I did? By repeating that three word phrase, did that mean that I lost? Like i was accepting defeat? Or that I was giving up? But then again, what was I really losing? At my silence he looked away, sorrow laden in his eyes.
"Don't say it if you don't mean it. I'd rather you be honest with me." He said, giving me such a weak smile, it made me feel so incredibly guilty.
"I'm sorry," I said and he laughed.
"Don't be. I guess it'd be hard to love someone who's been acting for you without giving you a choice. But just because I'm not asking what you want, doesn't mean that I don't care about what you need. Please believe me when I say that I have your best interest at heart." He held my hand and kissed my palm, getting up to shower and get ready for the day as I remained on his bed.
When he got out of the bathroom, he kissed my forehead, told me he loved me, and left for a few hours.
Author's Note: ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT! I regret to say that this story is really short, but I'm working on SO many others, it's hard to make them all as long as I would ideally like. Anyway, thank you for reading! Please feel free to comment/review, I look forward to hearing from my readers =)
To boxthissideup: Yes, I love it when someone misses someone, even when they don't want to. I feel like that happens to me A LOT more than I'm willing to admit. Like, you don't want to miss someone, but you do, and that makes you question how you really do feel. I felt like Zexion has the characteristics and complexity to best represent that idea. …..man, that makes me sound like a smart author who actually thought things through O.o lmao =D haha yeah, Demyx is getting better, which makes me happy ^_^. Well in the other Zemyx, the reason why is because Zexion actually doesn't…! So that means that Demyx has to…. But Zexion is still…so Demyx decides to…..but then he finds out that Zexion…..and then, that's when the real drama starts ;) Hehehehe! Please don't hate me for doing that, I couldn't resist! ;P
To 18plusforme: AWWWW, I feel so SUPER special ^_^ You have NO idea how much your comments make me smile =) Thank you so super uber much! I really appreciate it and I always look forward to getting the emails sent to my phone that you've made a review ^_^
To my wonderful Beta: It's ok, don't worry about it =) If you want, I still have other fanfictions that need editing, so just let me know, and I'll send them to you. Thanks!
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Heart, Sarabellum