Zomg two chapters in one night! Yea, this one's a little short but still. Yay!


Demyx tiptoed into the house, quietly letting the door click behind him. He leaned against the door and took a deep breath, hoping to god no one heard him come in after curfew. It was two in the morning. He prayed Zexion had come up with some sort of excuse for him.

"Ahem." Zexion cleared his throat and Demyx jumped up in shock.

"Zex! Jesus fucking christ! You scared the shit outta me!" Demyx clutched his chest and willed his heart beat to slow down dramatically.

"I'm sorry." Zexion whispered with a smirk. Demyx glared at his brother but then his face softened into a gentle smile. He tiptoed over dramatically towards Zexion and kneeled on the ground, resting his head on his hands just over the arm of the sofa. "Have a good time?" Zexion asked brashly and Demyx narrowed his eyes.

"I'm starving." He stood and stretched out his back, reaching his arms above his head and towards the ceiling.

"Gee, I thought you were gonna go get burgers." Zexion said with a tone of bitter indifference and again, Demyx narrowed his eyes at him. Zexion knew exactly what had happened with them and Demyx knew he knew. Zexion knew everything about Demyx, that was his brother, his best friend, his closest companion and he could sense anything wrong with a quick glance.

"My back really hurts." Demyx said with a sigh and slumped down onto the sofa next to Zexion who looked at him with worry.

"Here." Zexion ventured and ran his hand down Demyx's back and started to gently rub his thumb along the cut of his spine. Demyx moaned and leaned forward, resting his forehead on Zexion's leg and it was all Zexion could do to control himself, to not kiss the boys neck. Instead, he cleared his throat loudly and rubbed Demyx's back with a little more pressure.

"That feels so good." Demyx said with a sigh and Zexion felt his face flush. Demyx moaned softly and then sighed pleasantly again. "Hey Zex?"

"Yea?"

"Do you think...I can do better than Axel?" Demyx looked across the living room and stared blankly at the television with watering eyes.

"Honestly?" Zexion asked and felt Demyx tense under him, expecting a simple 'No, you can't'. But instead Zexion stroked his brothers hair and smiled down at him. "Anyone is better than Axel." Demyx giggled lightly and felt relief wash over him. His brothers approval was important but Axel didn't have it. Maybe he should rethink being with Axel. Somehow he had managed to keep him around for three whole years, but time was wearing thin and Demyx was just about done with the egotistical fire crotch.

"Maybe I should break up with him." Demyx shrugged on Zexion and sighed once more. "I mean what do we have anyways? Nothing. We have...sex." Demyx said with disgust. Disgust in himself for letting it go on for so long, disgust in Axel for doing it. "I mean, it's great sex. But I think I'd rather have more right?" Demyx stretched out, turned over and now was able to look up at Zexion, his head laying in his lap.

"I think you're ready for more." Zexion agreed with a nod and smiled down at his brother.

"Me too." Demyx yawned loudly, turned on his side and curled into a ball snuggled against the back of the couch. Zexion leaned back into the cushion of the sofa and laid his arm on Demyx's shoulder.

"Do you remember when we were little?" Demyx asked drowsily and Zexion's eyes widened at the familiar words. These were the words Demyx said in his dreams almost every night. Was he dreaming now? He pinched his leg and winced. Nope, not dreaming. This was real.

"Which part?" Zexion asked, copying his dream totally, trying to recreate it. He wanted it to happen even if he would regret it later.

"Zex." Demyx half whined, half moaned and Zexion shuddered a little. "When we were little and we used to do everything together. Sleep in the same bed and take baths together and--" He took a break to yawn. "Just do everything." Demyx sighed gently.

"Yea, I remember." Zexion said and nodded though Demyx couldn't see him nod since he was laying down and watching the television.

"Do you ever miss that?" Demyx asked and Zexion's insides started to rage. His emotions ran around in a frenzy and he wanted to scream. 'Yes! Yes I miss it! Every day and every night I see you and I love you and all I want to do is touch you and kiss you and be allowed to love you but I can't!' Zexion's head and heart both screamed at him to say this but he didn't. He still knew it was wrong. Instead, he cleared his throat.

"I guess sometimes. It would be nice to be young again." Zexion said thoughtfully and Demyx giggled.

"Oh yea, because you're so ancient." Demyx said and sat up to smile at Zexion who smirked back.

"Haven't you seen my hair? I am ancient." Zexion replied and tugged on a strand of his hair. Demyx looked at Zexion's mass of hair with a tilted head. He raised his hand and gently ran his fingers through it.

"I like your hair." Demyx smiled at him and Zexion looked back with wide eyes. "It's...distinguishable. You look sophisticated and sexy." Demyx almost bit his tongue as soon as he said it. Both of the boys faces now had a deep crimson slowly traveling across their cheeks. Demyx's hand retracted quickly and he looked back at the television. Zexion, once more, cleared his throat and he too turned towards the tele. "What are you watching?" Demyx asked innocently.

"Just TV. I'm not actually sure, I was just flipping channels."

"Oh hell no!" Erupted from the television and Zexion's eyes widened. The channel was turned on reality TV. Some extremely bad reality TV show. Demyx held his hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle, but eventually, inevitably, it leaked out and filled the room. Demyx's head leaned back and bobbed with every loud bark of laughter. Zexion looked at him and glared but his face softened into a smile and then he started to laugh too. As they looked at each other, loud fits of laughter oozing from their mouths, finally they slowed down and simply smiled at each other. But the moment was interrupted by Demyx's mouth stretching to full capacity in a yawn. Zexion continued to smile though.

"I've gotta go to bed, I'm fucking beat." Demyx said and stood up. He smiled down at Zexion and blushed so lightly, even Zexion didn't notice it. "Good night." Demyx said quietly and amde his way down the hallway.

"Night." Zexion called after him in a loud whisper. Zexion turned back to the TV and continued to grin. But then, inevitably it dawned on him. 'That's your brother fuck up' He thought to himself and sighed gently before he stood and turned the TV off and followed Demyx's trail down the hallway. He heard Demyx already breathing heavily in his bed, fast asleep.

~0~

"Zexion?" Zexion groaned and sat up. He looked towards the slowly opening door and saw a tall, lanky figure standing, blocking the light from the hallway.

"Yea?"

"Can I sleep in here?"

"Sure." Zexion responded and watched the figure come closer; it crawled in next to him and immediately laid his arm over his stomach. Zexion worked his arm under it's neck and rested his head on top of it's. He breathed in the fruit smell of the shampoo. He felt fingers slowly dance across his bare stomach and move down and tweak the band of his boxers. The fingers slid down under the band and gently caressed the mound of flesh between his stomach and penis. Zexion felt himself start to harden from the touch. The figure chuckled and kissed his side, his ribs, his shoulder and then his neck as the fingers continued to play on the mountain of skin but then the fingers got adventurous. They slunk further down and started to stroke him gently. Zexion moaned quietly and the figure licked his neck right under his ear and then, just as the fingers turned into a hand that fully enveloped his member, the figure whispered.

"You're a sick bastard." The figure snickered into his ear and Zexion nodded. "Say yes."

"Y-yes." Zexion admitted freely, not wanting the hand to stop pumping him softly under the fabric of his boxers.

"Say you're a sick fuck."

"I'm a sick fu--" The hand on him tightened and Zexion gasped and then let out a moan. "Sick fuck." He finished and the hand started to move up and down again. He bit his lip to hold back a full blown cry of ecstasy.

"Dirty fucking boy." It hissed in his ear and without removing his hand from Zexion's penis, moved on top of him in a straddling position. The figure chuckled and leaned forward, for the first time allowing Zexion to see a loose strand of red hair, a growing smirk, a thin hand reached up and stroked Zexion's contorted face. "You sick fuck, trying to steal my boyfriend, your brother." Axel hissed again in his ear, leaning down, still pumping Zexion, his pace quickening, making Zexion's breath quicken along with it.

"I am...I'm fucking...sick." Zexion said in a strained voice as he felt himself start to cum in Axel's palm. Axel chuckled again and licked his neck, removed his hand and raised it to his face. He licked his palm then kissed Zexion on the lips, forcing his tongue past his lips and teeth.

"Fucking perv." Axel whispered just before Zexion sat upright, again, a cold sweat breaking out all over his entire body. He breathed heavily and squirmed when he realized he needed to change his boxers. He stood and slipped them down past his ankles and stepped out of them before walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

"That was different." Zexion said with a sigh as he stepped under the water and started to gently wash himself under the lukewarm water.

Well, again, i hope you liked this and i hope that the other one got read too and not just this one cuz it was newest. Hm. Maybe i should wait to upload this. No. No, i took the time to write it, it's going up. XD