Sitting in homeroom the next day, Zexion couldn't stop his hands from going to the collar of his button up shirt. He knew that no one could see the marks underneath, but he was still self conscious about it. Another thing he knew was that Marluxia was going to have a kick teasing him again once he got to the class. That was something he really wished he could avoid. He was actually considering staying home but that could lead to either Xion or his mother seeing his marks and demanding where they came from. He'd get grounded if his mother knew what Demyx did to him.

At the thought of the day before, Zexion felt himself start to blush and put his head down. Out of all his boyfriends Demyx was the one to go the furthest with him. Actually now thinking about it, with each new boyfriend Zexion seemed to go further with them. Realizing that fact Zexion tightened his grip on his collar. Perhaps his mother was right about him and his choices of boys. He seemed nothing more than a slut, a slut who can't even manage starting a relationship at that.

He still had hardly a clue to what his relationship was with the blonde. After receiving the blowjob from Demyx all he remembered was lying on his bed. Apparently he had fallen asleep because the next thing he knew was that Demyx was no longer at his house. He attempted a text, but deleted it and decided not to send one, for once not sure how to word something. Plus he was never good through texts, always better in person.

As he was about to put his head on the desk, Zexion's attention was taken away from the thoughts as a hand was put on his shoulder and pushed him back against his chair. "Okay, what the hell happened yesterday?" Marluxia asked as he took his seat.

"Nothing," Zexion answered trying to keep any emotion that would tell otherwise off his face.

"I don't see why you try to lie to me every day," Marluxia replied, moving closer to the other and reaching forward. Before Zexion could stop him, Marluxia undid the first few buttons of his ex's shirt, pulling the collar aside to reveal the marks on the base of Zexion's neck and his collarbones. "Ah, so I guessed correctly," Marluxia said and sat back, a smirk crossing his lips. Glaring at the older teen, Zexion quickly fixed the buttons. "So are you two together now?"

"I, uh, don't know," Zexion answered quietly, sinking in his seat.

"You don't know? Zexion, how far did you two go yesterday?" Marluxia questioned sternly.

"He may have gotten in my pants," Zexion muttered for only Marluxia to hear.

"Okay, I know you're not stupid enough to have sex with him," Marluxia said. "Are you implying he touched you?"

"A bit further actually," Zexion told him, bringing his legs up to rest on the chair with him, his feet on the edge of the seat.

"You let him blow you?" the pink-haired teen asked, receiving a small nod. "God damn Zexion, you've gone that far with him and you don't know if you two are together or not?"

"Hey, he was gone when I woke up. And you know I'm terrible at anything relating to this shit," Zexion argued. "It's not my fault, not entirely."

"By the looks of it he doesn't seem so good at this either," Marluxia mused before standing up.

"Where are you going?" Zexion asked.

"Oh, nowhere you need to know," the older teen answered before leaving the classroom.

Wandering down the halls in search of a certain blonde, pausing to ask other students if they knew where he was, Marluxia had no luck finding Demyx before the first bell. Going back to class, Marluxia ignored Zexion's questions of where he went and why he left. Deciding he'd have better luck at lunch to find and talk to Demyx, Marluxia waited until then.

Once lunch came around he didn't bother to get food, instead just taking Zexion to their table and telling he'd be right back before leaving again. It wasn't hard to find where Demyx was in the cafeteria and Marluxia wasted no time to going to the blonde's table.

"Hey blondie," he said to get the blonde's attention. "I need to talk to you."

Taken by surprise, Demyx slowly stood up from his seat and walked after the other as Marluxia started to walk away. Neither one spoke until they were out of the cafeteria. "I'm sorry if I've done something wrong," Demyx started but was stopped before he could go on.

"I'm not mad at you," Marluxia reassured. "Well, not entirely. All I wanted to say is that you better either make a move to start a relationship or you can simply say goodbye to your chances with Zexion."

"What?" the blonde questioned a bit confused.

Sighing, Marluxia said, "He's not going to do anything unless you do first, trust me. I guess the best thing you can do at this point is ask him on a date."

"You think I may lose my chances with him?" Demyx asked, his mind still trying to mull that part over.

"Yes, if you don't do anything," Marluxia answered. "Look, you like him, right?" he asked and got a nod from the blonde. "Well he likes you too, I know it. He's not good with these things so he won't make the first move to an actual relationship. Not after the two boyfriends he had before me. Which I should also mention, he has some minor trust issues."

"He does?"

"Yeah, so do your best to always be honest and not to do anything that could harm your relationship. If you feel he doesn't believe something you tell him or he seems upset try sitting him down and talking about it. It'll help him be more open and trust you."

"Why are you telling me these things?" Demyx asked.

"No reason," Marluxia said with a shrug, averting his eyes. "Zexion needs someone for him better than all his exes, and I figured you'd be fitting for that someone. I just don't want you to fuck up in anyway."

"Hold on," the blonde said slowly. "You still have feelings for him, don't you?"

"Pardon? What on earth gave you that idea?" Marluxia questioned.

Demyx paused to think before answering. "The way you look at him, the way you talk about him, the way you still tease him, and the way you seem protective of him, it all just seems that you still like him."

"Hm, you're a lot smarter than I gave you credit for," the pink-haired teen mused. "Fine, yes, I do still like him."

"Then why are you trying to help me be with him?"

"Because," Marluxia said with a sigh, "like I said he needs someone better than his exes, including me. After all he was the one who broke up with me, I know well he wouldn't get back with me. He doesn't do second chances. His mother hated me – still does – and that was actually one of the reasons we broke up. It wasn't doing him any good with the way things were between his mother and me. I'm sure she'd like you though, unless she finds out you gave her son his first blowjob."

"You know about that?" Demyx asked surprised by the comment.

"Of course I do, I can get Zexion to tell me anything. I can practically read him like a book after knowing for so long," Marluxia answered with a smirk. "So if you ever hurt him, I'll know."

"So there's the threat of this talk," Demyx muttered.

"If that's how you want to put it, then yes, it is the threat. See you later then," Marluxia said before turning to go back to the cafeteria.

Sorry it's a bit short, it's kind of a filler.

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