I am sorry for the delay with this chapter. The first version of this chapter was actually different than this, but the content was going in a direction that I didn't want the fic to go in, so I ended up rewriting it. This chapter doesn't have Axel and Roxas in it, but it does provide a bit of Roxas's past and includes some Xigbar and Demyx interaction. I hope you enjoy it and please review. I would love to hear your comments on the story. Thanks to Lady Chimera for editing the story.

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1Often times, Demyx saw fate one of two ways. One way was as a best friend that you kind of expected things from, like taking the last Heineken out of the fridge or getting upset when one's black and tan, miniature dachshund puppy decides that your hair is a good pillow to sleep on and proceeds to turn the spiky red mass into a sopping wet mess. Yes, unfortunately Goofy had a problem with drooling, but that was no reason for Axel to put a diaper for a muzzle on his poor puppy before he went to sleep, which was often considering the poor dog was narcoleptic.

(Demyx's inner minds rant goes on for a while, so for the sake of time and coherency we'll pick up afterwards.)

The second way Demyx saw fate was as a dominatrix who comes out of nowhere, like that night in Vegas at the 'Coliseum's' gay strip bar, and makes you lick his boots and say you've been a bad little boy and need a spanking.

...Ok, maybe not that bad, but close.

So, in a way, getting knocked into by a hot older guy who seemed like just his type was fate. If that was the case, then Demyx wasn't about to complain considering the hot guy, who introduced himself as Xigbar, had just willing bought him two venti caramel frappachinos and was open to buying him more. This was turning out to be one hell of a day. There was only one way it could be better…

"So…" Demyx started to say while taking a sip from his frappachino, "You gay?" He watched as the older man choked a bit on his Venti 'House Blend' coffee, plain, and his lone golden eye widen in surprise.

"Er…why," a cough, "do you ask?" This was turning out to be one of the weirdest days in Xigbar's life.

Demyx gave a slow smile from behind his cup as he looked up at his companion, "Just curious…" he took another long sip, "and, if you don't mind me saying so, you look like you'd have to beat them off with a stick."

This admission of course caused coffee to inadvertently loge in Xigbar's esophagus again, making him cough loudly, "I guess…" another cough, "There aren't many I know that would agree with that…"

Demyx's mouth pauses in mid-suck in surprise at the confession, "Really?" He eyed the older man across from him slowly. Sure, he was older by a few years, but his body was tall, lean, and well packed with muscle that made the other appear like a warrior just off the field of duty, and Demyx personally loved a man in uniform–or out in Xigbar's case. He liked the mental image that came to mind at the thought.

"Yeah…" The older man ran a finger unconsciously across the line of the scar that ran from his jaw, across his left cheek, and stopped just under his left eye, "Well, I can count the people who have given me the time of day on my right hand alone… so I know that I'm not much to look at…"

The older man heard his companion give an indignant snort at that, "Idiots…" Demyx grabbed Xigbar's hand, pulling it away from his face where he was still tracing the line of the scar and replaced it with his own hand, "I like it…" Demyx gave a slow wink as he traced the puckered skin, "Gives you character…like a bad-ass super marine."

Xigbar laughed briefly like he wasn't used to the action and gently pulled Demyx's hand away with his own, inadvertently holding onto it against the table as he looked over at the blonde quietly for a moment, "Sometimes Fate can surprise us I guess…"

Demyx's mouth that had opened in slight surprise at the older man's actions at holding his hand soon lifted into a slight smile, "As long as he's not a dom named Harry."

The comment made no sense to him, but it still made Xigbar laugh again before releasing the long and slender hand he had been holding, pushing it back towards its holder's side of the table, "I guess…"

Blue-green eyes crinkled a bit in happiness as the young man went back to his drink. Noticing the large amount of whipped cream at the top, Demyx stuck his finger through the hole of the lid and pulled out a sizeable amount before slowly letting his tongue come out to lick at the creamy, fluffy substance, "You know, you didn't answer my question earlier."

The movement made Xigbar gulp as he watched, fascinated by the showing of that pink tongue as it moved slowly up the length of the other's long index finger, flicking slightly at the tip before disappearing back into a soft yet firm-looking mouth, "Ah…which was what again?" He was having a hard time remembering what the blonde had talked about earlier.

Demyx gave a throaty laugh, accidentally dabbing his upper lip with some of the cream. "I asked if you were gay," he answered while licking his lip.

The new action made Xigbar's cheeks darken slightly as he watched Demyx, and if he didn't know any better he could swear the younger man was trying to seduce him. "It depends," he shrugged while lifting his coffee to sip at it slowly, making sure not to inadvertently drink too much around Demyx who seemed to like shocking him.

"Really? On what?" Demyx asked in confusion while tilting his head to the side as he regarded Xigbar.

The older man thought the expression was cute on the blonde. "I guess it depends on if it's because you're hoping I am or not." He watched as the other's face gradually turned from confused, to amused, and then to slightly happy. It would seem he might never be bored with someone like Demyx around, and he found that kind of challenge very interesting. "So are you?"

Demyx continued to smile in happiness, "Of course. You had me at, 'Well, damn.'" referring to when they had first met, quite literally, bumped into each other, "but in case that's too cryptic or anything, let me say, Hell Yes!"

Xigbar grinned, 'Maybe today isn't turning out so bad after all...'

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"This fucking day sucks…" Saïx mumbled as he walked down the long hallway of the thirteenth floor of "The Organization"'s desert compound. It was only accessible via private elevator that only the highest leveled members, namely those of Xenmas's choosing, had access to. It also happened to be the floor that Seifer–and formerly Roxas–had shared together…like a mini-home for the two of them.

There was only one exit and entrance to the underground facility, and the hallways ran in a continuous square that brought you right back to where you started. It was made that way for security measures in order to protect the highest-ranking members. Not many lived in the compound, preferring to live outside and commuting to the far away instillation when necessary since the majority of the building that wasn't placed inside the mountainside somewhere in the Mojave Desert was underground and had thirteen levels, the majority of which that weren't used for housing were used for "The Organization"'s secretive ventures.

It creeped Saïx out a bit to be this far underground, but it was Seifer's choice to live on Level 13, not his. He walked towards the only door, which was placed against the far end of the hallway just before he would have to turn a corner, and knocked on the wooden surface of the door.

Any noise within the room was muffled due to the sound-proof walls that had specifically been placed in that room alone which made Saïx slightly nervous as he wondered what kind of state he would find his master's son in once he stepped inside.

It was a couple of minutes before the door opened, showing a suspiciously quiet Seifer who glared silently up at him before turning on his heel and entering his room again to sit back down on the massive king sized bed placed in the center.

The rest of the room seemed like one massive war zone. Everything other than the mattress, TV, and DVD player seemed intact. The rest had been torn apart, broken, or otherwise demolished by the overly quiet youth.

Seifer had pulled his normally bright, golden-blond hair back into a black bandana and was wearing a simple dark blue t-shirt with "Sex Pistols" written on it in pink and a pair of faded denim jeans filled with holes from where he had cut into them to create such a look.

Saïx slowly walked over until he was about a foot away from the boy and watched as he stared transfixed at the TV screen. Despite his better judgment, the older man turned to look at the screen and froze.

The younger boy turned up the volume once Saïx turned his head to stare at the screen. Long, drawn-out moans and gasps were heard coming from the television, "Sei… ah…" It was Roxas laying naked with his back against the bed's black silk coverlet, and he was slightly delirious in desire as he lifted his head to stare into the lens of the camera, "T..turn…it off…" he watched how the other blond tugged at the black silk covered handcuffs that pinned his arms to the headboard of the bed, to no avail, since it wouldn't move unless Seifer removed them.

Saïx watched in horrified fascination as Seifer's camera lens was lowered to show him inserting his erection into the smaller boy before pulling up to watch the blonde's face as Seifer thrust into him. "No. I like watching you…" his recorded voice muttered in a lust filled voice, neither boy spoke after that; only more grunts, thrusts, moaning and gasping of combined voices as they both reached their completion could be heard over the recording.

"Why did he leave?"

Saïx was surprised by the depressed sound of the younger man's normally angry and demanding-sounding voice. "He probably needed to use the restroom, and the driver was too stupid to see he wasn't there and drove off." He doubted that's what really happened though, knowing how much Roxas hated Seifer who took pleasure in torturing him in any way he could when he was at the compound.

It seemed like Seifer didn't believe the notion either as he lifted narrowed green eyes to glare up at Saïx before he rose to his feet to face the taller man. "Are you mocking me?"

Saïx knew better than to test the enraged boy's patience further, and he crossed his arms to appear unaffected by the blonde's actions and words though he was far from feeling so. 'Why does Xenmas always insist I be the runner between him and his son?' he thought while watching as Seifer circled him a moment. "I wouldn't dream of it, Mr. Reigen."

Seifer had never hidden his distaste for the older man that worked as a secretary for his father. He hated how he looked, from his long, cerulean-colored hair, to his patent leather shoes he wore along with the dark gray Armani suit Xenmas forced him to wear in order to uphold the image of his Organization, "You're nothing but my father's bitch. Why should I give a shit about what comes out of your mouth?" He completed the circle around Saïx, ending up facing him again.

"Because…" Saïx leaned down a bit until he was smirking into the boy's face, "This bitch happens to know where your precious Roxas is…" He would have preferred to say whore, but it was really Seifer who made the other boy that way.

Seifer grunted his acknowledgement of what Saïx had said before turning back towards the bed to sit on it. "Make sure he's brought to me," he said briefly before picking up the remote to start the DVD again from the beginning.

"As you wish, Mr. Reigen," Saïx managed to grit out from between his clenched teeth. He really hated Xenmas's son, but he knew that any actions against the boy could end with not only his job coming to an end but quite possibly his life as well. That's just how "The Organization" worked.