A/N: Almost a year after I've uploaded this story, my mind finally came up with a decent ending. I hate fanfictions that are never finished as much as you do, so I hope this final chapter will be satisfying! :) I hope you enjoy it! Let me know!

Thanks for the nice reviews and to the watchers!! -bows- Thank you for your patience! Here is the last chapter!

Warnings: This fic will contain shounen-ai / yaoi with Kingdom Hearts pairings ZexionxDemyx and AxelxRoxas, and maybe others. The rating is PG13, maybe I will make it higher in the future. EXTRA WARNING: mentions of cutting, suggestive scenes (worksafe!)

I do NOT own any of the Kingdom Hearts characters, this is just fanfiction.

On with the story!

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Chapter 6

Long after the musician had gone to sleep, Zexion was still sitting in front of the couch. His anger at the musician had faded long ago, and he actually felt a bit happy that the blonde made such an effort you to speak with him. Slowly he traced the faint scars on his arms from the pit of his elbow to his wrist and let out a sigh. He messed up his hair and buried his face against his knees. What a mess. Part of him was practically screaming at him to let out his feelings and tell the musician his whole story. He shook his head, because if he actually started telling it, those horrible memories would come right back at him. Repressing them and trying to forget them had taken him years, and he wasn't sure he could go through that phase all over again.

He sighed again and glanced at the blonde occupying his couch. He was softly snoring and snuggling in the thick blanket the violet haired man had covered him with.

'Sometimes… it just itches…'

Then suddenly an idea occurred to Zexion. Ever since this whole scene about cutting started he had questioned himself how he had gotten over it in the first place. He hadn't planned on remembering that grueling time in his life, but this memory was actually quite helpful. Silently he stood from the ground and looked around his room until he found the objects of his desire.

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Demyx awoke to sounds of rummaging through the room. He squinted his eyes, trying to focus on his surroundings. It appeared that the sun was setting, and Demyx wondered how long he had been out. He stared at the fire that was still going across of the couch and was lost in thought for a moment.

"Ah, you're awake?" Zexion questioned and he walked over to the couch. "How are you feeling?"

Demyx turned his head a little to get a better view of him, "I don't know…. I think I caught a cold…" he slowly tried to sit up and sneezed to prove his point.

The smaller male helped him sit up and adjusted the blanket around him. The musician involuntarily shivered a bit and snuggled into the fluffy blanket some more. Zexion sat on the coffee table in front of the couch and they both shared an awkward moment of silence, unsure what to say.

"You know…" the blonde started, "I'm sorry I just barged in on you like this… if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I understand. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have intruded your life like this. I won't ask again if you don't me want to."

They were both quiet for a while and Demyx looked away, sniffing softly because of his cold. Then he felt a soft hand on his, and looked up.

"Thank you, Demyx…" the violet haired male said, and for the first time the blonde saw his crush smiling a bit. Softly the smaller male caressed the musician's hand with his thumb and moved up a bit to touch the scars that had appeared on his crush's arm. Some were still fresh and covered in bandages. Demyx grimaced a bit and felt ashamed of his past behavior, so he pulled back his hand, but Zexion caught it.

"Demyx." He said firmly and looked him straight in the eye, "Do you want this to stop?"

The blonde felt his eyes sting a little at those words and he nodded firmly, "Yes."

He had been meaning to stop like forever, but it had grown to be an addiction to him to relieve the pain and stress that came along with being in his band. The flaws on stage, the constant need to prove themselves, not wanting to fall behind of the others with his musical skills, expectations from fans and companies… sometimes it was just too much. At least the cutting gave him a weird sense of control.

The musician was shaken from his thoughts when Zexion dropped some small objects in his lap. Demyx blinked a few times and picked up one of the objects.

"A… pen?" he questioned, obviously confused.

Zexion nodded and picked up one himself and holding it close to the other one's face. "If you really want to stop… this is the step between cutting, and not cutting anymore."

Demyx shot him a confused look, how the hell would these pens ever help him?! He wasn't the one to keep a journal or write emo-ish poems about how sad his life was.

Seeing how confused the blonde was, Zexion clicked his pen and grabbed the musician's arm. And before the other male could say anything, Zexion pressed the pen down hard and drew a line.

The blonde hissed, surprised at the sharp, scratching feeling that the pen left on his arm. But before he could recover from this new sensation, the violet haired man drew another, and another. Every new line sent a new wave of ecstasy flowing through his body, tensing him up every time the pointy object made contact with his skin. He let out a soft moan at the feeling of long lines being drawn up to his elbow pit. Then the smaller one leaned in and breathed teasingly in his ear, "Like it…?" Zexion moved over him and straddled him down on the couch while the drawing continued. The feeling of another body so close aroused them both to a maximum. Unable to contain himself any longer the blonde pulled Zexion down with his free hand into a deep, passionate kiss. And letting go of the pen, the smaller male entwined their fingers and lost himself in the kiss.

The kiss ended when both needed to break free for air. Panting, Zexion took hold of Demyx' arm again, and showed him what he had done. The blonde cast a look at his own arm and gasped in surprise. On his arm was now a black butterfly, with long tails that reached to his elbow pit. It seemed to innocently dwell between the bandages and over the old scars that covered his arm. Amazed, Demyx traced the lines of black ink that now had turned his battered arm into a piece of art. He looked up at the other male and the other smirked at him, satisfied. He took his arm again and softly kissed the butterfly.

"Feels good, huh?" he questioned, but he already knew the answer. "The sensation is almost similar, and you won't hurt yourself with it…" He sighed as he remembered, "I used to do this for hours, until there was no more room left to draw on my arms… The ink will wash off eventually, and you can start all over again." He looked deep into the aquamarine eyes which he loved. "…Until you don't have to anymore." He nuzzled the blonde's hand, and Demyx' understood.

They both leaned in for another kiss when suddenly the front doorbell rang and they both nearly toppled over off the couch. They quickly crawled off of each other and with bright red faces they glanced over the backside of the couch over to the window. The curtains were still drawn and they could clearly make out two figures standing close to their door. At some point one of the unexpected visitors noticed the window and looked inside. Demyx shrieked as he recognized him as being Roxas from their band. They both quickly hid behind the couch, but the small blonde had already noticed them and started pounding on the windows.

"I know you're in there! Open up!" the angered blonde called out.

The couple inside quickly hid themselves.

"Shit. I think I missed band practice." Demyx said, scratching the back of his head.

The doorbell rang a few more times.

"I wonder how they found this place…?" Zexion questioned, trying to see over the couch.

Demyx quickly pulled him down into hiding again. "Let's pretend we're not home!"

"…I think it's kind of too late for that, Demyx."

"I don't care! Roxas will kill me!" the blonde whined, clinging to the other one's leg as Zexion stood to open the door.

"Well, you've got to face them sooner or later. Better not makes things worse, right?" he bend down and softly kissed his forehead, "And now we can face them together."

Demyx blushed at that last remark and allowed himself to be guided to the front door.

"Ready?" Zexion asked, hand on the doorknob.

"No."

"Good!"

And with that he opened to door to reveal Axel and a very pissed-off Roxas.

"Demyx! You asshole!" Roxas started as soon as the door opened, "We spend the whole day lookin-"

Axel quickly intervened by clasping his hand over the smaller boy's mouth and straddling him in a weird looking hug. "Sorry 'bout that! …Hi! We're here to collect out lost bandmember!" he smiled and Demyx blushed, feeling a bit ashamed.

"S-sorry I missed practice…" he stuttered, looking at the ground.

"Oh that's okay, practice was canceled anyway."

"Canceled?!"

"Yeah, and you seemed to have better things on your mind! Way to go Demy! Hope you can still walk!" he glanced at Zexion and winked.

"AXEL!!" Demyx shouted, turning beet red. "It's not like that!!"

Roxas bit the hand covering his mouth and the redhead yelped and quickly let go of him. "Axel! You idiot! Don't say such embarrassing things!" and he punched him on the head.

"Owwoww! Roxy! Don't punch me!" the redhead whined.

"Anyway," the smaller blonde turned to the feverishly blushing couple in the doorway and glared, "Riku wants you home asap! He has something to tell you!"

Demyx' mood immediately turned dark and unconsciously he backed away a little. The violet haired man caught his hand however. "Don't worry, I'll come with you." He whispered and squeezed his hand. Somehow the blonde felt slightly more at ease.

A few minutes later they found themselves being driven to the band's apartment in the band's van. Axel was driving and Roxas was still fuming in the passenger's seat, their 'captives' in the back.

"By the way, how did you find my place?" Zexion questioned, and the redhead looked at him through the drivingmirror.

"Well, you left in such a hurry this morning, you completely forgot your wallet and stuff!" the redhead explained, "We found your address in the phonebook eventually… we had a guess that our favorite blonde would be at your place." He winked and the van swayed a bit when Roxas punched him on the head again. Axel coughed, "Um, second favorite that is of course!"

Not long after they reached the apartment and Demyx felt really reluctant to go in. Zexion softly squeezed his hand again to let him know that he was there and the blonde nodded. They reached the door, and Axel and Roxas entered first. Demyx took a deep breath and stepped in, his love following him close behind.

As soon as he entered Riku and Marluxia came pounding onto him looking very happy and enthusiastic. ….and a little drunk?

"Demyx! My man!" Riku bashed him on the shoulder and started laughing.

Utterly confused, Demyx turned to Marluxia who seemed a bit more sober, but he just raised his shoulders.

"You missed the most incredible news ever!" Riku exclaimed happily, draping an arm around his shoulder and forcing a piece of white paper in front of his nose. "Do you know what this is?!"

Demyx looked at the paper and read the first few lines, then he tore it away from Riku's grasp and jumped up in amazement. "Oh my god! Can this be?!" they both threw up their hands and hugged, then the blonde turned to his crush and showed him. "Z-zexion! It's our first contract! A real contract at the record label we talked to yesterday!"

Zexion couldn't believe it and read through the contract. "Demyx, this is great!"

"S-so you're not kicking me off the band?!" Demyx exclaimed and Riku shot him a confused look.

"Huh, why would we do that?" he said, "We wouldn't kick you off just because you got laid!" He laughed loudly and went to get another beer.

"RIKU! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!!" Demyx tried to defend himself, but Axel grabbed hold of him and pinched his reddened cheeks.

"Aww how cute~" the redhead teased and Demyx struggled to get free from his grasp.

Riku climbed on the table. "I propose this toast to Demyx, and may he get laid again many more times in the future!" he said, raising his beer. The rest replied with the same gesture.

"Stop it guys, it's NOT funny!!" Demyx whined and tried to break free from Axel's grip to…well, KILL a certain silver haired man.

They all laughed, and just then Marluxia noticed the butterfly on Demyx' arm. He glanced at Zexion who stood in the doorway in silent amusement and they shared a look. Marluxia signaled at his wrist and Zexion smirked, the pink haired drummer nodded and smiled.

"Welcome to the family!"

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A few weeks later Zexion found himself looking at Re-Organization's performance from a luxury VIP-room. The band was doing great and they were giving a few big concerts in the local football stadium. The concert had just ended and the crowd was leaving already. Zexion was watching the ant-like people make their way to the exits through the huge windows when there was a knock on the door. The violet haired man turned his comfy chair and smiled as his favorite musician walked in.

"Hey babe, miss me?" the blonde questioned and softly kissed the other male. "How do you think it went?" he asked, referring to the concert.

"Brilliant as always…"

The musician moved onto his lap and cuddled him. Zexion could see there were new drawings on his lover's arms, a little lamb and something that looked like a rainbow. Well, this was to be expected, the band was under a lot of pressure lately due to the concerts. But Zexion could definitely see improvement in the blonde's behavior, and at least he didn't cut himself anymore like he used to. It had taken him sometime to completely lay off the cutting, but he seemed to be doing fine recently. The smaller man snuggled up to the other and brushed his lips against the other's cheek.

"You know, there was this super cute guy in the crowd today… and I couldn't take my eyes off him! Somehow… I really wanted to kiss him!" the blonde teased.

Zexion pouted. Yes. Pouted. Something he had learned was very effective when used on Demyx.

"D'awww Zexy! Don't worry! It was you!"

The blonde laughed and they sealed it with a kiss…

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A/N: I had much fun writing this, I'm sorry if it isn't the quality you've hoped for ;_; But I hope it will satisfy your fanfiction-needs~
Hereby I want to close off this story, please let me know what you think of the ending! I probably won't change anything, but it's still nice to know what you think! :)
Thank you to all watchers and other readers! -bow-