So. I finished 2/3 of this on document manager. And I forgot about it. Guess what happened? It got deleted. Stupid document manager GR! So I started it again in MY documents on my computer. Beat that. Sorry it took so long! Here we gooooo. . .
"Axel I know SOMETHING happened to Zexion. I just know it, Demyx is so oblivious he couldn't even see how Zexion was acting. But I know something is up, I'm just too afraid to ask in case he gets mad."
Roxas and Axel sat on Axels bed, with Roxas leaning against the wall, and Axel under the blankets staring up at the ceiling, his hand clenching onto Roxas' hand, listening patiently to his rambling, nodding in agreement and understanding like a good boyfriend should, mainly for the fact that he didn't have anything else to say. "So I want you to talk to him. Or at least try." Roxas finished. Axel nodded once more, but sat up.
"Well Rox you know I love prying into people's personal lives. I could do that I suppose. Although if it gets anything suspicious like he was raped at that damn gay bar you guys just HAD to go to, then I might have to kill someone." Axel said, as he slowly crawled forward sitting beside Roxas against the wall. "Me and Zexion don't get along well I guess, we're like. . . Brothers. That don't get along. But I would protect him if he was in super trouble."
"Aw. You're so sweet~" Roxas cooed, nuzzling into Axel's shoulder lovingly.
Axel lifted Roxas chin up to rub their noses together before meeting in a passionate kiss. "And you're the cutest thing I've ever met." He muttered, pushing Roxas back on the bed as non-lustful and gentle as he could muster before going down on the blond.
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In the kitchen~
"You sureeee you don't want anything to eat?" Demyx poked, sitting on the stool next to Zexion's seat, as he took a large bite of a successfully toasted bagel, loaded with cream cheese.
Zexion nodded his head solemnly, resting his cheek against the cool wooden surface of his table, next to Demyx's elbow. "I'm positive, thank you."
Demyx cocked his head to the side, curiously. "You're acting really weird Zexy are you okay?" Demyx brought his head down to Zexion's level, looking into his face concernedly.
He was answered, once again, by a delicate nod of Zexion's head. "I'm fine, just tired. I think I'm going to go to bed." He mumbled, standing up.
Demyx continued to sit at the table, his hands folded neatly at the table. 'I know there's something up with him he's never this contained. Even if he is Zexion, the most contained person in the world, he's even more contained than usual. . .' He thought, standing up to walk into the living room, where his shiny blue sitar sat on its stand, neglected by its gentle owner for a week. Picking the instrument up with the utmost care, Demyx plucked a string, and felt the familiar tingle in his stomach, of contact with a lost friend. "I'm sorry." He whispered to it, plucking a few more strings, tweaking and tuning the instrument back to perfect pitch.
Zexion walked like a zombie down the hallway and opened his door, ignoring Roxas and Axel whispering to each other from Axel's bed, and climbed into his own, not even bothering to change into his pajamas, or brush his teeth. Roxas gave Axel a look that said 'Talk to him or I'll never sleep with you again' and left the room. Axel stood up uneasily, somehow frightened to talk to his zombie -like roommate, and cross the room to Zexion's side. "Hey. Zex." He muttered. Zexion looked at him from his sleeping position on the bed, with a dull blue eye. "What is it Axel?" He said, he sounded bored and empty.
Axel sat down on the edge of the bed uncomfortably. "Uhm. Is everything okay?" He asked, unsure of Zexion's reaction.
Zexion sucked the inside of his left cheek in, looking back to the wall sourly. "I'm fine Axel." He emphasized the fine, as if reassuring himself as well as Axel.
"Bull. I know there's something wrong and you better tell me or terrible things will happen."
Zexion turned over to face the stubborn redhead and sighed annoyed by his roommates pokiness. He shook his head up at Axel, who frowned, crossing his arms in a way that reminded Axel of his mother scolding him for washing his little brother in the toilet. Which he did do when he was 11, by the way. "Well?" He said, expecting a full, complete, honest answer from the small person laying on the bed.
Zexion sat up irritably, crossing his legs Indian style, and looking down at his socked feet. "Well. Something happened. At the bar. Something I didn't want to happen." He muttered bitterly at his feet as if it was all their fault.
"Woah wait were you RAPED?!" He shouted, not remembering that Roxas was listening, and that Demyx was only a few yards away.
"Axel shut the fuck up!" Zexion hissed, shaking his head quickly. "I was NOT raped! Well almost. . ." He whispered.
Axel jumped up, looking like death. "Who was it?"
Zexion shook his head, "I don't want any trouble. It's that Lexaeus guy from Sora's band. I was just going to keep an eye on him and stay away I don't want Sora's band to break up because of this." Zexion explained quickly.
Axel back up and opened the door, leaning into the hallway. "Demyx, get in here!" Axel yelled, making Zexion cringe, hating the moment where he heard Demyx's timid footsteps coming down the hallway.
Demyx stuck his head into the room looking at Zexion with sad eyes. "What?" He asked, in a meek voice.
Axel pushed him into the room, walking down the hallway to rejoice with Roxas on the couch. "Talk to your boyfriend." He stated simply, going out of view around the corner.
Demyx looked to Zexion for an explanation. Zexion sighed and patted the bed next to him. "Sit Demyx." He ordered.
Sitting down, closer to Zexion than Zexion would of liked, Demyx brought his knees to his chest looking Zexion. "Are you going to tell me what's been bothering you?" He asked, smiling slightly when Zexion nodded his head.
"But! You need to be quiet till the end. Please. I hate being interrupted." Zexion requested, also bringing his knees to his chest, forming a tiny ball of covers.
"Yes sir. Not a word." Demyx imitated zipping his mouth and locking it, putting his hand in his pocket.
Zexion smiled a little but shook his head. "Okay. . . Something bad happened at the bar. Involving Lexaeus. Something close to rape. But I got away. I don't want the band to split up. So we need to keep this a secret and just keep an eye on Lexaeus. Okay?" Zexion said slowly, so Demyx heard every word and didn't go raging down the street.
Demyx blinked a few times. Letting his legs fall back onto the bed. "You mean. . . Lexaeus? The Lexaeus from Sora's band? Tried to rape you?!" He yelled, his limbs spazzing about, flipping himself onto the floor with a thud.
Zexion sighed, smacking his forehead lightly. "Yes Demyx." He answered.
Demyx crawled back onto the bed planting himself in front of Zexion. "Are you hurt any? Did he hurt you? Are you okay? You're not gonna cry are you?" Demyx said quickly, grabbing Zexion's hands comfortingly.
Zexion didn't know what way to shake or nod his head, so he just looked down at his legs. "Yea, I'm fine. He didn't hurt me any, but I do feel pretty lousy." At this Zexion's voice hitched in his throat and he blinked away tears that welled in his eyes.
Demyx pulled Zexion close in a hug and petted his hair softly, as Zexion emitted a muffled sob into Demyx's chest. "It's okay. . ." He mumbled into Zexion's hair. Zexion sniffled, wiping at his eyes to stop himself from crying any further. "I-I'm okay. . ." He muttered, pulling back from the hug after a few minutes of silence, minus the crying from Zexion.
Demyx looked into Zexion's face concernedly for a few moments, before leaning forward and kissing Zexion's forehead gently. "You're cute." He stated, pushing Zexion back towards his pillow, and laying down beside him, pulling the covers over.
Zexion blushed, snuggling his face into Demyx's chest and closing his eyes. "I love you." he whispered, as Demyx started to mindlessly stroke his hair again.
"Love you too Zexy." Demyx answered, smiling and closing his eyes.
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In the living room (things seem to happen there a lot.)
Axel had explained every thing Zexion had said happened between him and Lexaeus to Roxas, who covered his mouth, giving a look of deep sympathy to his good friend. "Oh poor thing. . ." He said finally shaking his head. "I would HATE it if something like that happened to me!"
Axel smirked, pulling Roxas onto his lap, kissing at his neck. "The person wouldn't even live to leave the building, my love. You're mine." Axel whispered into Roxas' neck, making goosebumps erupt on Roxas' arms.
"I don't feel like doing this tonight Axelll. . ." Roxas whined, leaning his head forward as Axel's hands clamped onto his shoulders, massaging his bony shoulders to release the tension in his body.
"Yea, but I do." Axel whined back, continuing to massage him.
Roxas let out a small moan of satisfaction at the massage. "We can do it tomorrowww. . ." He whined, stifling a yawn as much as he could.
Axel chuckled a little, suddenly wrapping his arms underneath the blond and standing up, lifting him from the couch bridal style. "To bed my sweet!" He said as loudly as he dared, knowing Zexion and Demyx were sleeping.
Shaking his head, clearly tired and disoriented, Roxas smiled lightly, cuddling into Axel's shoulder. "To bed!"
Axel carried Roxas down the hallway and through the open door, shutting it by backing up into it, walking forward when he heard a loud click. He set Roxas onto the bed and they both went to brush their teeth. After that was accomplished they lay together in Axel's bed. Axel smiled at how quickly Roxas fell asleep, and drifted off a few minutes after his lover.
WELL.
That took long…. Sorry, again. .;
Nothing happened in this chapter either LOL. I feel like such a jerk. The next chapter is going to bed good I PROMISE. If it isn't flame me.
This chapter was also very short. I apologize also for this mild disappointment.