Disclaimer: (on previous chapters)

Author's Note: Those of you who want the rated NC-17 version of this please check my bio from time to time, I still haven't registered on any site yet. I will do so later on, I say this because the other version has the most Sephiroth and Demyx interaction.

Also note I am changing some parts of KH2 so it will NOT follow the original story line, although some will.

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He was floating again. The sensation of sleep, he couldn't breathe as he floated though. On his back, he peered craning his neck to one side and smiled. The clouds blocked his view from the ground. He was rather high up so this altitude must be to blame for his lack of breathing.

Demyx felt wonderful as winds whipped past his hair. Everything was calm until—

He fell.

"You fainted," a voice answered before he could say anything. "Why are you wounded, Demyx? What is this?"

His shirt had been opened and set aside. He was half naked in front of Axel; shame arose slightly from the younger male's face.

"Do you remember what happened?" the question took Demyx by surprise.

"Remember, you did say anything," hissed Sephiroth as he took Demyx by the back of his neck and slammed him against the wall. The one winged angel shoved his own body behind the blonde's.

Sephiroth bit the shorter male's ear. "Not regretting are we?"

Demyx gulped and shook his head. Axel waved a hand over the youth's face. When he found the redhead not giving up, he opened his eyes to meet his.

"There is a rather large 'S' shaped letter on your chest," Axel pointed and ran one finger ghostly over the healed wound.

"Who healed me?" Demyx croaked.

"I did," Axel replied softening his tone only to harden it once more. "There was no one else in the castle, all bloody busy following Xemnas' orders."

"Wha—what happened? I remember being in my room and then…" whispered the blond.

"Not much, you made some noise, I came to check, you fainted," Axel said making slight ticks in the air at each event. "What I want to know is…what happened that made you receive such a strange scar."

"I—" Demyx stared down at his chest in disgust then he got up in a sitting position on the bed. "I'm not sure."

Axel's eyes flared up only slightly as he grunted disapprovingly. He rose from the chair and made his way towards the door. He didn't even pause as Demyx fell back against his bed with his eyes closed.

The blond could tell he was upset. For all that Demyx did, Axel had the right to be upset…if only he found out.

No, Demyx thought. He will never find out that his plan to get back Roxas is a failure.

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Saix stood by the entrance of the grand stair cases. He seemed a formidable opponent with his hood down and his face in clear view. He eyed Demyx as he approached.

"What took you?" asked Saix his eyes not missing the fact that the blonde's hair was in disarray.

"Oh you know me, got myself carried away with another tune of mine," Demyx laughed.

"Right. I have something for you to take care of," said the silver-blue haired man.

"Oh?" Demyx summoned up his watery instrument and leaned on it.

"I want you to check out Hades' Underworld for me."

"What could possibly be up down there?" Demyx blinked trying to act like he was thinking hard.

Saix frowned. "Aren't you inquisitive today? Anyways, as I was saying, there may be a chance that key blade master would be there."

Roxas, Demyx immediately thought. "Okay. So you want me to go over there and look around?"

"Here," Saix said handing him some kind of pendant.

"What's this?" Demyx said rolling the faded bronze colored thing.

"That's the thing that'll keep you from death in that forsaken hell," he replied then turned. "I expect you to return with a full report to me."

A black mass appeared and swallowed Saix to another location.

"Another assignment already?" a voice came sarcastically from behind.

Demyx turned something grasping onto his throat disabling him from speaking. He nodded turning away as if to stretch.

However, Axel's eyes never left his form, as Demyx noticed. The flame master walked past him not making eye contact as Demyx searched him for any more conversation.

Alone, as he watched Axel walk up the stairs the led to the many balcony like places that provided one with a view of either eternal darkness or a heart shaped moon.

Demyx bit the bottom of his lip and chewed before touching his hair.

"Shit!" he hissed feeling the top of his hair no longer standing up. He quickly used some of his water bubbles to hold them up and for some reason they stayed that way.

Demyx sighed. "No reason for my hair to look bad."

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The Underworld, no one in hell or heaven had told Demyx how chilly this place was. As if the weather wasn't bad enough, he ended up getting chased by some monster or another.

He screamed down the narrow wet paths and past three blurs of figures that had prepared to defend themselves.

Wait, Demyx stopped. Is that Roxas?

He skidded to a stop in front of the trio with his hood still on. At first he stood frozen as he stared at the boy. Sora, yes that's what his name was, or so Axel had called him.

It was as if they were frozen in place. This was what Axel was madly in love with? This boy over him. Rage seethed and Demyx nearly cursed at his luck as he heard the sounds of his pursuers.

He ran on ahead knowing he would run into him once more.

A boy, he thought. All you do over a boy, Axel.

Something touched his cheeks and he took it as sweat. More drops fell making two oval lines on his face. He kept on running causing one drop to fall on his sleeve.

"What's this?" he asked. "Am I…crying?"

He slowed to a walk near some gates. A thousand questions attacked the blond as he stood in absolute silence. He had forgotten of the many lurking Heartless, but they didn't seem to mind his presence all that much. He had his water clones guarding him at the moment.

Lost in the confusion, he realized he could feel. Something ensnarled him and he felt like he had a heart. All that he needed was to concentrate on Axel and he could—could feel.

Demyx didn't know exactly how long he was standing there cradling his head in his hands unable to stop the heaving of his sobs. The cold air was making his sleeves freeze his skin underneath.

"Hey, you're part of Organization Thirteen aren't you?" said the tiny kid.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Demyx snapped even though he was a bit afraid of how powerful this keyblade user might be.

"Hey, look he's the thief!" cried out the duck looking creature.

Demyx snorted. "No one calls me a thief…"

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"Owe," groaned Demyx.

"You look more beaten up than before," retorted Sephiroth. "I don't imagine I was the cause of it?"

"I had run into the kid."

"That keyblade master you mean?"

Demyx rubbed his arm as Sephiroth had shackled the poor man once more against the wall. "Yeah."

Sephiroth leaned in to kiss the nape of his captive. The blond didn't dare make any movement as his captor sunk his teeth in to a point of nearly breaking the layer of skin.

"Why don't you tell him?" Sephiroth suddenly whispered near Demyx's ear.

"Tell who?"

"That other member, Axel something," he murmured.

"I don't understand," Demyx tried not to moan at the contact of the other man's roaming hands.

"You called out to him last night if you are forgetting," Sephiroth sighed. "My you always taste so wonderful…"

Demyx knew he was going to hurt him again, but it was fine. So far, no sign of Roxas returning to claim Axel…to take him away from Demyx.

He hung onto Sephiroth as he loosened his bounds only to guide him roughly towards a large bed and toss him there. He didn't mind. No, he didn't mind at all.

Sephiroth could take as much as he pleased. Demyx only complied.

For you, Axel, he thought to himself. Only for you…

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Author's note: I'm going to a tad busy with other things, so I'll continue the chapters in a couple of days. Sorry if Demyx appears OOC in his thoughts…but you have to consider, no one can tell what he thinks anyways (if he thinks at all)…