Disclaimer: Do I really have to explain why Kingdom Hearts isn't mine and this is only a FAN fiction? Because that dampens my mood.
Never talk to strangers.
"Damn boy, did you play the funky music well for white boy, or what?" Xigbar couldn't help but chuckle as the blond approached, sliding into the chair with the most amused grin. I should have known it was Xigbar. "Beverage for the star?"
There was a pleased nod in reply. "Coffee, five sugars n' cream, stat, Xiggy!"
"Did Marluxia spike your water, Blondie?" The older man raised his eyebrow in curiosity, bending down to retrieve a darker colored mug from underneath the counter. "And does Axel approve of all that sugar?" He merely shrugged at the question, tapping his fingers along impatiently.
"Of course he does..." Cue guilty smile.
"Seriously, what am I going to do with you kid?"
"Give me coffee?" He twisted his lips into a pout, batting his eyelashes. "Pretty please, with lots of sugar on top? Okay, preferably mixed in, but you know what I mean!" Whilst Xigbar continued to prepare the beverage (decaf, splenda, shush), Demyx turned his gaze back to the crowd, blue-green eyes scanning for Mr. Cobalt ( as he so cleverly named him), having no luck in the slightest. I must have scared him off...
Hands on his hips, Marluxia scowled at the manager in distaste, babbling on about something like 'Ohmygod Xigbar, you didn't tell me he was back! Bastard!' or rather, swears flying out everywhere before the worked up man turned his attention back to Demyx with a catty grin. "Ohhhhh Dem, please tell us about Table Four~! Which one was it? Emo boy or that cute little blond?"
"We're all mighty curious," Axel interrupted, placing a tray down next to the pink haired man's propped elbows. Catching his attention, the musician perked up at the sound of their intrigued tones of voice.
There was someone else? "It wasn't the blond, and don't call him 'Emo boy'." He vaguely remembered anyone else being there. But, then again, he was awfully distracted by the other...
"Dibs on his friend then. I served them their drinks, and man, he was so into me." After a jokingly added in 'conceited' from Demyx, Axel ruffled his mess of hair, lips pursed in thought. "So what is his name?"
The blond twiddled his fingers in a nervous manner, bright eyes flashing behind the bar in attempt to avoid contact with his friend's gaze. "How's that coffee coming along, Xiggy?"
"Don't rush me, brat!" The man snapped back.
He held up his hands defensively, muttering an apology before sighing and turning back to the waiter. "I don't exactly know, to be honest. I saw him in the crowd, got caught up in the moment, and just... kind of shouted out to him. I think I just wanted his full attention."
There was a moment of silence shared between the two figures. "...Looks like you did." There was an unmistakable smirk playing his features. He pointed as discreetly as one could, behind him, sending the blond to look back.
There he was, Table Four and cobalt eyes. He sucked in a long breath, his heart thumping repeatedly, even more so than when he was preparing to go on. But man! This guy was beyond gorgeous- in that, smaller, angrier way. "Shit Axel! I don't know what to do!" His words were hushed, but clearly distraught, through his teeth.
"Be yourself, loverboy."
"Axel-"
"And maybe, you can cross off 'Don't talk to strangers off your list." He disappeared with an eyebrow wiggle, leaving the male to contemplate over possible escape routes. Why was he acting like this? He has clearly brought this upon himself by calling out to him.. But now, all he wanted to do was run.
"Nine," the voice was soft, almost melodious, a slight edge sending shivers down the blond's spine and throughout his body. Demyx gripped at the newly presented coffee, muttering something incoherent to a snickering Xigbar. "Number nine." It repeated. He could feel those dark eyes boring into the back of his neck, watching him with an intense glare.
"Act nine, sitar-boy, blondie, you there drinking the damn coffee." He couldn't deny it now, Mr. Cobalt was talking to him. He was act nine. He played the sitar. He was obviously blond. And, he stared into the luke warm liquid, he was ' drinking the damn coffee'.
Turning with the stool, he cleared his throat as he gaped at the painfully attractive man. "Y-yeah?" Did... I just stutter?
"Why did you do that?"
"D-do what? I haven't the..." Demyx swallowed, coaxing his throat in order to speak audibly, "...slightest... idea..." Why am I having so much trouble piecing together one sentence? I'm not that much of a wimp... am I? Come on, Demyx! But he just stared at him like an object; a test subject waiting to be observed- a seemingly flawless specimen in his own little world.
"Are you incapable of speaking like a human being?" Mr. Cobalt rolled his eyes, lip curled in an obvious anger. "Here, let me teach you. Roxas, I won't be long." With a tug of the blond's hoodie, he led them towards the boy's bathroom with an unaffected expression.
His friend only watched at what he thought to be the performer's demise. "Well, he's fucked."
"Zexion... doesn't deal with surprises too well. Really, he was flattered-" Blue eyes looked up to meet the sight of disbelief the redheaded man oozed, "-for a moment. Now, he's just steaming."
"Odd," he smirked at the boy, supposedly named Roxas. How cute. "Care for a drink? It's on the house."
His pale face bore shock and a certain sense of not-so-innocent curiosity. A pink tongue grazed his upper lip, catching Axel's attention whilst he moved closer. "I'm underaged."
"I've got connections." It usually worked with everyone else he used it on. He gestured for the male to take take a seat, hands lingering on his chair; his back; his shoulder- as he asked the more easygoing bartender for a drink. The blond didn't seem to mind the apparent attempts to get close, neither pushing him away nor leading him on.
"Roxas. M'name's Roxas," he finally said, impatient with the silence and playful grin. "Strife."
"Axel Vatra."
This was too easy.
"S-So, what's your name?" Demyx shifted uncomfortably as he was pressed against the wall of the single bathroom, Mr Cobalt locking the door with a small twist. He chose to ignore the question, he chose to ignore the fear in the singer's eyes, to ignore it all as he pressed closer. "Um, what are you doing?.."
Being so close to the angry man, made the blond noticed the heavy scent of alcohol that clouded the small space between their mouths. He shuddered under the dark gaze of his captor, coaxing his throat in saliva- dried, making it impossible to speak, or breathe.
"Zexion Iliuzija."
"...How do you even spell that?"
"With letters," Zexion responded sarcastically, keeping the squirming figure in his hold. "Now, why did you do that? You embarrassed me, and quite frankly, yourself, number nine."
He looked down (he was noticeably inches taller than the slate-haired male) to meet his stare, clearing his throat awkwardly before speaking. "You can call me Demyx, actually..." All he received was a glare of impatience. "I dunno, I got lost in the moment... You know, when you get nervous, or something, and stuff just... comes out? An impulse... And I saw how your eyes seemed to just stand out... and you... were just so pretty under the lights-"
"Pretty?" Zexion didn't seem so impressed with this adjective. Fingernails bore into his shoulders, seeping through the fabric of cotton, into his flesh.
"You know, nervous? I babble on and on and on-" He was cut off by lips. Pale, deliciously soft lips; that pressed into him furiously, angrily, deeply- though he found himself not caring about the sure-to-be bruising affects of Zexion's mouth against his.
Demyx let out a soft moan, as the other's slick muscle traced the outline of his lower lip. He wanted to question his actions, but couldn't bring himself to stop the kiss. Instead, he permitted the slate-haired male to probe and wander around his mouth, shivering in pleasure as his tongue grazed his very own- offering to dance to bring forth passion.
And then it ended. Almost as quickly as it began. Zexion pulled away from the singer, whose breathing was distorted from their previous actions. "W-woah.."
"Never pull a stunt like that again."
"B-but you just... why?" Hands released the blond, the other's figure slinking away from his body.
He shrugged lightly, unlocking the door with a satisfied expression. "Call it an impulse or rather. Don't forget what I said, Nine."
"Zexion!" Instinctively, he tugged on the male's sleeve, begging him to wait to open the door. He stood there silently, awaiting with his dark gaze upon him- curious, yet annoyed. "My name is not nine... It's Demyx. Don't forget."
The blond released his shirt, hand finding his side in its limp state. "Demyx..." It rolled on his tongue, almost... pleasantly, he thought to himself, agreeing with the adjective. "Goodbye, Demyx." Zexion let it leave his lips once more before exiting the bathroom, leaving the male absolutely speechless.
It took a moment for Demyx to recuperate, splashing his face with water from the sink helping with his paralyzed state. His cerulean gaze met their reflection, and he just stood there- watching with an intensity he couldn't quite understand. He wasn't too roughly involved with the man by the name of Zexion, and with a quick fix of his hair, it didn't seem like anything other than a friendly' chat. Which, he decided, would be what he was use to describe it to the boys. After a small debate with himself, he left the comfort of his reflection and back into the relaxing state of the club's atmosphere.
Maybe tonight would be the night where he would cross that rule about alcohol off the list.
Waiting right outside the bathroom, Axel had his arms crossed over his chest in disappointment. "You really couldn't have stalled him longer? I was just about to get the friend's number."
Though at first startled by the sudden appearance of his best friend, he recovered quickly with a distorted sigh of relief."That sucks for you, doesn't it?"
"What's up with you, grouchypants? What happened in there?"
"Let's see, I first, got pinned to a wall," Demyx mumbled, ignoring the 'kinky' the redhead added with a smirk, "and then I got scolded for calling his table out. He proceeded to tell me never to do that again, kissed me, and then left."
"Oh, wow, this is serious." He rubbed his chin in thought, eyes showing deep concern and interest. "...peck, or openmouthed free-for-all?"
"Axel!" He groaned, running a hand over his face in frustration. "Of course you'd think that's the most important part of it. What you should be doing is helping me figure out what the hell just happened and WHY he kissed me, when he was so mad!"
"Roxas said he was drunk," he shrugged, "Maybe he was just feeling a whole mix of things, and it just happened."
Demyx frowned at this. "He seemed completely sober, Ax. I mean, I... smelt the alcohol, but he seemed... so not. Is that possible?"
"I really don't know what his deal is, nor do I care. What I do know, is that you have a special visitor looking for you up at the bar. Big, tan, scary ass mother fucker... ringing any bells?" Axel raised an eyebrow of curiosity at the look of shock plastered to the blond's features. "He asked me to come get you about five minutes ago."
"Your boss wants to talk to me? Why?" He only met the owner of Oblivion, Xemnas Etheral, when he happened to stay after hours with Axel. He was quite big, in a tall, toned sense- though not quite a Lexaeus (the bouncer of the club), with bright, unusual eyes that scared the living shit out of Demyx the second he met their stare for more than a minute. He didn't seem so thrilled then to see a non-employee at his establishment after hours, but let him be, disappearing out the back door not too long after coming in to talk to Xigbar.
"Does it look like I know?" He rolled his eyes, dragging him back up front towards the bar where the silver haired man stood (it was rare that he came out during the club's open hours), apparently waiting for him.
"Mr. Cerise," his voice was deeper, thicker, than he remembered. "I'd like to personally congratulate you on your performance. I must say, it caught the crowd's attention, and mine."
"T-thank you Mr. Etheral... I appreciate it."
"I prefer you call me Xemnas, Mr. Cerise," he corrected, closing his eyes for a moment, allowing Demyx's muscles to relax from being under his gaze. "How did you like performing for the crowd, tonight?"
He really wished he had a drink to kill the nerves now, looking up at the man as he swallowed repeatedly, finding that his throat decided it'd like to stay dry on him. "Very well..," his voiced cracked, "I was nervous at first, you know... but I felt like I belonged there the second I started singing."
"So you enjoyed it?" Xemnas asked him with a look of subtle intrigue. Demyx could only nod, for fear that his voice wouldn't work again- which would have made him die right on the spot out of sheer embarrassment. "Good, good. I have a proposition for you. As you know, every Friday, we have nights such as this one, with several acts that sign up to perform."
Yes, of course he knew this. He was there every Friday, singing along in the crowd with the braver of the people who dared to go on stage. How could he not? "As of next week, that will be ending, and will become only a once a month event. However," the manager of Oblivion added, "for the remaining three Fridays of each month, the coffee house theme will stick with us, but there will be only one performer. I would like you for the job."
The musician's jaw dropped in disbelief. "You want me... of all people? There are tons of other performers that people like, who've played here several times before!"
"You have talent," Axel intervened, "raw, unfiltered talent, with several instruments, and a wide variety of genres. Our club likes diversity, and I convinced Xemnas that if you don't supply us with anything good, or such, he could fire your ass."
Blue eyes laughed, mimicking their owner's lips. Sometimes, he just had to love Axel. "You won't be disappointed sir."
"You'll also, on days you aren't performing, be working as a bartender. Xigbar will be helping you learn the rules. That is all. You begin tomorrow." He looked over to the redhead, then to Demyx, then turned on his heel to walk out the door.
"...Holy shit," the new employee murmured, shock still clouding his eyes and stiffening his body.
"Welcome to the family, kid," Xigbar grinned, ruffling his styled hair much to his displeasure. "Though I'm pretty sure Xemnas knows you're underage, I don't think you should mention it. Even though you won't be drinking any, or anything. Now get home and be here at six. You have a long night ahead of you."
"Right, thanks. I'll see you, Ax."
"Congrats, once again," he replied, patting his shoulder affectionately. Demyx gave a small smile back, pulling his sitar case up from over the bar (thanking his friend for putting it back there after being dragged off by Zexion), and waving to the bartenders before heading out.
Though he was completely ecstatic about the idea of working at Oblivion, seeing as he was there almost every night anyway and was now getting paid to be there, and especially about playing his own show for them, it wasn't enough to push the thoughts of Zexion Iliuzija out of his head.
"Goddammit."
He didn't even get his alcohol.
A/N: Oh my word, internets at my grandma's house. I was like 'I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO POST THIS UNTIL TUESDAY NOOOOOO'. But now, here it is. Posted. I could cry.
I want to thank you all for faving, reviewing, and adding this to your alerts. I hope keep on doing just that. I know Zexion's kiss seems OOC, but y'know, he's drunk. I like making him an easily angered lusty drunk. A happy drunk is just too expected from such a quiet man. But anyway, I love you, free cookies, review!
Question a la chapter one:
What does Axel's last name mean? And what language is it in? :D
(I probably won't have a question every chapter, but hey, I WANTED to do this nao.)
And though Zexy's is kinda obvious, you can tell me what his means as well/language~
Lemme know if I should continue, ne?