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Demyx took a deep breath and looked at the front door of the apartment in before him. A surge of memories rushed through his head; his back pressed against that door, the door opening and stumbling in, wasted, as Axel started to tug off his shirt, being picked up and sat down on the kitchen counter with Axel's hand actively running along his chest. Demyx shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. 'I will not be swayed by amazing sex!' He yelled in his head. He nodded to himself and rapped lightly on the door. No one came to answer. He knocked a little louder but still, there came no response from within. He ventured to try the doorknob and to his surprise, it gave way easily without a fight. Demyx glanced at it suspiciously before walking in.

"Axel?" He asked the empty room. Still no response whatsoever. Demyx walked down the familiar hallway and came to Axel's room. He laid his hand on the door, about to push it open, when a noise stopped him. A gentle moan came from the room and Demyx's eyes widened but immediately narrowed as he pushed with all his force on the swinging plank of wood and it slammed against the wall.

"D-Demyx!" Axel cried out and looked with horror at the blonde in the doorway. Demyx was fuming at the sight before him. Axel leaning back onto his black bed sheets, propped up on his elbows, a half naked boy with sandy hair kneeling in front of him but Axel's practically disfigured face was distracting, his face wrenched into terror. But soon, his face twisted into a mix of pain and pleasure. He couldn't help himself as he moaned loudly.

"It's Roxas sweetie." The sandy haired boy, apparently named Roxas, said as he pulled back, took something from Axel's clenched hand and put a piece of previously chewed gum back in his mouth. Roxas stood and turned and his eyes widened slightly when he spotted Demyx standing there with clenched fists and jaw. "Oh, hi. You're the boyfriend I'm guessing since you do not look happy." Roxas laughed as he picked his shirt up off the floor.

"I was." Demyx said coldly and shot an icy glare at Axel who seemed to recoil slightly.

"I can't tell you how many times this has happened to me." Roxas laughed again and tugged the shirt over his head. "I mean, constantly. I come home with some guy and we always get caught!" Roxas just continued to laugh as he started to zip up another shirt over the one he had just pulled over his head.

"How could you do this?!" Demyx yelled at Axel who was now hurrying to pull on a pair of pants.

"Maybe you bore him." Roxas said with a cruel smirk and Axel glared at him. "Maybe he needed someone who's more like me." Roxas continued as he curled his fingers into his palm and brought his hand to his face to examine his nails.

"So he needed a total skank?!" Demyx could feel his whole body ready to lunge forward to kill his skeezy now EX boyfriend and the little slut sitting on the edge of the bed, flattening his palm and moving his hand out to look at his nails from a farther distance.

"Guess so." Roxas said and only kept looking at his nails.

"Demyx can I please--" Axel started only to have Demyx glare at him and make him stop in his tracks as he tried to walk closer to the blonde.

"Who the hell do you think you are you whore?!" Demyx cried out in frustration now. He wasn't sure if he was talking to Axel or Roxas at this point. He felt hot tears well up in his eyes but he refused to cry. At least in front of them.

"I'm not a whore. I don't get paid for this." Roxas said, obviously thinking Demyx's question was aimed at him.

"How old are you even?!" Demyx screamed shrilly.

"Fourteen." Roxas answered simply and gave a disinterested shrug.

"He's fourteen you fucking pervert!" Demyx screeched, making Axel flinch again. "God you're fucking sick! How could you cheat on me with a fucking kid?!" Demyx made a gagging noise and shook his head in disgust, rapidly from side to side, trying to shake the statutory image from his head.

"Demyx, listen. I've--"

"Shut the fuck up! I don't wanna hear it!" Demyx threw his fists down in a fit and refused to look back at Axel. He stormed down the hallway and threw the door open. "I'm calling the cops you fucking pervert!" Demyx screamed and started to run as he heard heavy footsteps clamoring towards him.

"DEMYX!" Axel screamed at the top of his lungs as the blonde raced down the steps and out into the parking lot, jumping into his car as soon as he could. He saw Axel running out the front door of the apartment building with the skanky Roxas trailing behind with a wicked smirk on his face. Demyx pounded down on the gas and heard his tires screech as he sped out of the lot and down the street.

"How could he do that?!" Demyx yelled to himself in the otherwise empty car. "He could have at least given em the fucking dignity of breaking up with him without having to see his dick in some kid's mouth!" Demyx pounded his hand down on the steering wheel. "He is such an asshole!" He stomped his left foot on the floor of the car repeatedly until he came to his house. At once, he was calm. Well, not calm, but not furious. Suddenly, the thought of going into his house and seeing Zexion and having to tell him what Axel had done made Demyx sick. It made him want to turn around and drive and never come back. But then he would never see Zexion again he realized with a slowly deepening frown. "Hm." He hummed simply as he walked into the living room, expecting Zexion to be sitting there as always, reading some book or randomly flipping through the channels. Demyx pouted when he saw an empty chair. He walked over and sat down in it, deciding that he would just wait for Zexion to come home. He flicked on the television and spaced out completely.

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"He's just too fucking hot I can barely stand it!" Xion screeched and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Zexion rolled his eyes but smirked nonetheless. It was a rare occasion that he decided to go out with his friends.

"Can we please, please not discuss this?" Genesis sighed and leaned against the back seat.

"Why?! I'm sure if you liked boys, you would agree!" Xion argued and Vincent smirked as he looked out the window. "What about you Zex? Do you not agree, as someone who likes boys, that Mr. Luxord is fuckin' smoking?" Zexion couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "Oh come on! That hair, the facial hair, the piercings." Xion licked her lips and shuddered. "The accent." Genesis and Vincent burst into laughter in the back seat and Zexion held his hand over his mouth as he laughed. "OH SHUT UP! HE'S SO SEXY AND YOU GUYS ARE JUST JEALOUS!" Xion cried loudly, only making the boys laugh louder. "I need girlfriends." She said with a sigh.

"I thought that was 'just a phase' you got over according to your parents?" Vincent asked with a smirk and she glared at him in the rearview mirror.

"I meant friends who are girls. Besides, what my parents don't know won't hurt them. And they don't know a lot."

"I thought I was your girlfriend." Zexion said in mock pain and Xion giggled before she ruffled his hair, making him swat her hand away.

"Of course you are my little Zexy poo. But with these two, it's hard to have girly fun and talk about smexy boys." She stuck her tongue out at the two boys in the back but soon smiled at the one next to her. "Your house my liege." She said as she pulled into his driveway. Zexion nodded as he got out. Genesis tapped on the glass window and rolled it down for Zexion to lean in.

"I'm just not into blondes." Genesis whispered to Zexion who smirked lightly.

"What are you whispering to him?! Are you telling secrets?! That's rude!" Xion insisted and revved the engine. Zexion pulled his head back out the window and Genesis smirked at him. Xion's car started to roll away and Genesis turned to look out the back window and continue smirking at Zexion. Zexion felt his face start to turn red as he watched his friends drive away. He had to admit, Genesis was gorgeous. And it seemed like Genesis liked him. Maybe he would start dating Genesis, maybe there wasn't something terribly wrong with Zexion, maybe he wasn't such a fuck up after all. Zexion pushed the door open and felt his heart thump strongly when he saw the blonde boy sitting in the large, overstuffed chair. 'Nevermind' He thought as he walked closer to Demyx and sat on the arm of the chair, Demyx's usual spot. He looked down at his brother. Demyx stared blankly at the television, his legs pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped tightly around his knees.

"Dem? What's wrong?" Zexion asked and Demyx looked up at him with wide eyes, evidently noticing him for the first time.

"Nothing. Well, kind of nothing. I'm done with Axel." Demyx shrugged indifferently but Zexion frowned as he slid down onto the chair next to Demyx and wrapped his arm around the blondes shoulders. Demyx started to blush at this sudden contact.

"I'm sorry Dem." Zexion said and rubbed Demyx's arm lightly.

"Yea. And get this. When I went over there, I walked in on him with some kid. Some fourteen year old boy." Demyx hissed bitterly and narrowed his eyes meaninglessly at the TV. Zexion tried to stifle a laugh but failed and the meaningless glare aimed at the television was now aimed at him.

"I'm sorry. I really am. But I mean, you were fourteen when you and Axel uh...started out."

"Well...yea! But he wasn't twenty! He was seventeen!" Demyx said and Zexion chuckled again and tightened his arm around his shoulders. Demyx groaned and buried his face in his hands, realizing Zexion was right. He should have seen this coming. In fact, he had pretty much seen this coming, but he hadn't expected to have it kneeling in front of him blowing his boyfriend right in front of him. And he definitely hadn't expected to have to watch Axel's face as he came in the little sluts mouth. Demyx sighed heavily and felt himself start to cry.

"Oh Dem. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry." Zexion tried to explain but Demyx only shook his head and waved one hand in Zexion's face, using the other hand to continue to cover his now red, splotchy, wet face.

"No n-no. It's not you. I-it's just him. How could he d-do that?" Demyx managed to squeak out through broken sobs. Zexion looked at him, a loss for words.

"I don't know. I don't know how he could do something like that. Especially to you."

"Because apparently I'm just some stupid boy." Demyx whined and his shoulders shook with a new sob. Zexion laid his hand on his back and rested his head on Demyx's shoulder, pulling him in closer. Demyx weeped on Zexion's chest while Zexion in turn soothed and shushed and rubbed his back. "What's wrong with me..." Demyx whimpered and Zexion shook his head.

"Nothing. There's nothing wrong with you Demyx. You're perfect." As soon as the words escaped his mouth, Zexion regretted them. It was too late to pluck them from the air and force them back down his throat and swallow them. Demyx looked up at his brother with wonder, a suspicious wonder. Zexion looked back down cautiously. Over the past few years with Axel, Demyx had learned a few things and forgotten some others. He had learned to solve everything sexually. Sadness, happiness, anger, anything at all could be dissolved in the world of ecstasy. When he orgasmed, he let everything go. Even the only way he knew how to comfort or be comforted was sexual. So Demyx utilized his knowledge. He sat upright and looked into Zexion's eyes and he saw a lot of things. He saw all the emotions that he buried in sex. Fear, longing, pain and love. Zexion needed him and he knew it. And he needed to be comforted. He needed Zexion just as much as Zexion needed him. So Demyx leaned forward and gently laid his lips on Zexion's, sending an almost fatal shock through both of them. Simultaneously, they both felt as if their hearts might give out. They both needed to pull back and take a deep breath but neither did. Instead, Demyx took Zexion's face in his hands and pulled him closer. Zexion's hands lay uselessly on his lap, too shocked to do anything. But eventually as the initial shell shock wore off, Zexion's hands traveled up Demyx's sides and heaved his body closer, making Demyx' back arch as he kissed Zexion with more force. Demyx drifted in a lazy river of dreams as he melted into the kiss. The thing he had forgotten as he was pulled into his relationship with Axel was Zexion. He had somehow forgotten how much he actually loved his brother. And then as he leisurely continued to travel down this river, he remembered innocence that now, in the light of maturity, didn't seem so innocent. He recalled the little boys whom had basically helped him to realize he was gay and tiny Zexion popped into his brain. He suddenly remembered playing in the backyard, in a dusty spider webbed play house.

"Have you ever kissed a girl Demyx?"

"Nope! But I've kissed boys!" Demyx bragged and Zexion looked at him with head tilted in curiosity.

"You can do that?" Zexion asked, feeling excited at the prospect of not having to like girls the way all his friends seemed to even at the premature age of seven.

"Guess so." Demyx shrugged and smiled at his brother. "You wanna try?" Demyx asked as he shyly inched closer.

"O-ok." Zexion stuttered and Demyx giggled as he laid his hands on his brothers shoulders. He leaned forward and pressed his puckered lips against Zexion's. Demyx hugged the shorter Zexion closer like he had seen in movies when the hero kissed the girl at the end. "Was that good?" Zexion asked when Demyx pulled back.

"Yea! Wanna do it again?" Demyx asked and Zexion nodded with a grin.

Demyx, floating down this river, was aware of the now older Zexion, seemingly more experienced in kissing, pressing his lips against his, but he could only think of the two young brothers in the toy house in the backyard, practicing kissing each other. Demyx tugged at Zexion's shirt and he pulled away.

"Mom and dad aren't home?" Zexion asked and Demyx shook his head. Zexion stood, leaving Demyx kneeling on the big chair. "Come on." Zexion said, slightly breathless and Demyx smiled coyly as he stood, taking his brothers hand and following him to his bedroom. Demyx walked over and sat on Zexion's bed as he locked the door and smiled when Zexion walked back over to him, stroked his cheek gently and kissed him again. He pulled his shirt off as Demyx unbuttoned his pants for him and watched them slide to the floor. Demyx leaned back onto the bed as Zexion continued kissing him and hovered over him, crawling onto the bed to follow Demyx as he laid down. Zexion's hands ran up Demyx's shirt, making him giggle as he now started to slip off his own pants. Zexion kissed Demyx's neck and again, Demyx was returned to the river where he now was in Zexion's preteen bedroom, leaning back on his bed and watching his brother sit at his desk and read.

"What?" Zexion asked with a small smile as he looked over the edge of his book to watch his brother starting back.

"Nothing." Demyx said with a meek shrug and smile. Zexion rolled his eyes good naturedly and returned his attention to his book. "Can I tell you something?" Demyx asked and now he had Zexion's attention again.

"Sure." Zexion set his book down and gave his full awareness to the blonde.

"I think I'm gay." Demyx said simply, expecting some horrified look from his brother but instead he only nodded.

"Ok." Zexion replied and went to pick up his book again. Demyx sat in shock.

"No outburst of disgust?"

"Why? I'm gay too." Zexion shrugged and Demyx looked at him with wide eyes and open mouth.

"You never told me that!"

"You never asked."

"Zex!" Zexion only laughed at his shocked brother and finally walked over to the bed and sat by his brother. "I can't believe you didn't tell me." Demyx whined and pouted.

"I'm sorry. I promise to tell you next time I decide I'm gay."

"You're mean!" Demyx cried out and started giggling when Zexion began to tickle his stomach.

"You know, there's only open way to know you're really gay." Zexion said and looked at his now curious brother.

"If you like boys instead of girls."

"How do you know you like boys? Have you ever even kissed one?"

"Zexion..." Demyx breathed softly. "I've kissed you." Zexion smiled now.

"I just wanted to see if you remembered." He said and Demyx smacked him, making him laugh.

"We used to kiss a lot." Zexion nodded. "Did you ever...want to do anything more?"

"We were really little. I never thought of doing anything else."

"What about now?" Demyx looked at his brother's stone face, not showing any type of emotion.

"Are mom and dad home?" Demyx shook his head and Zexion stood up. He pulled his pants down and Demyx looked in fascination. He now stood as well and pulled his own pants down. They both pulled their shirts over their head, giggling softly as they did. And then they saw each other. Two twelve year old, boney, bare bodies standing across form each other, looking at one another. "What do we do now?" Zexion asked. Demyx smiled and blushed as he walked closer and once again, touched his young lips to his brothers. But now his hand didn't stay on Zexion's shoulders. They traveled down and so did Zexion's.

Demyx gasped as he felt Zexion's hand move down his torso and past the elastic band of his boxers. Zexion retracted his hand quickly. But Demyx grabbed it and put it back where it had been. Zexion smiled as he kissed Demyx's shoulder and started to softly stroke him. Demyx moaned and laughed lightly at this wonderfully odd situation they were in. Demyx's hands lingered, holding onto Zexion's sides. He moved his hands farther and slipped Zexion's boxers down. He spread his legs and breathed heavily as Zexion pulled himself up and inside. Zexion started to move, back and forth, back and forth, keeping a steady motion. Demyx continued to moan as Zexion managed to move his hips and his hand and his lips at the same time. This was much different than having sex with Axel. Demyx felt like for the first time in a long time, he came first. This wasn't just about Zexion getting what he wanted and having to please Demyx to keep it coming. This was equal. Demyx liked this. Zexion groaned and kissed Demyx roughly as he felt himself give. Demyx breathed heavily and then moaned when he too came. Demyx's fingers slowly undug themselves from Zexion's flesh and he laid on the bed next to his brother. They both looked at each other as they suffered for breath. Demyx smiled through shallow breathing and leaned his face over and kissed Zexion again.

So! Some quick notes on this one! Personally, I love skanky Roxas. I mean, I love love love Roxas anyways, but I just think skanky Roxas is so awesome. haha. I'm considering writing a story or a series of one shots with skanky Roxas. And yes! The moment I'm sure youve been waiting for has arrived. Dirty brother sex. I still can't write this stuff without feeling weird and blushing. But I must percevere! They have "smutty pasts" as Emmy put it. This is true. Anywho, I hope you guys liked this chapter! Review? =D