Disclaimer: I thought that this was going to be longer, but I decided to end it right here for now. Enjoy ^w^
The door to Zexion's bed room creaked open. He glanced up from his large book, expecting to see Saix, demanding him to go on a mission. He was pleasantly surprised to see a mullet peek around the door, but the moment he saw the distress in his eyes, his heart fell. Tears streamed down Demyx's face, his hair was disheveled, and his jacket was open like it had been put on in a hurry, scratches marked his chest. The scholar shut his eyes and sighed in pain, he knew who it was. He set his book down beside him and extended his arms welcoming Demyx into a gentle embrace, anything more would have mentally broken the water nobody. Demyx took no delay reaching Zexion. Petting the disheveled mullet Zexion whispered words of comfort, though he knew that the nobody beneath him wouldn't be swooned by these words for much longer. He took Demyx's arms and kissed from the elbow to the red ring left from the handcuffs biting into his wrists. He intertwined his fingers and pulled the person he loved the most closer to him. Demyx flinched away, but he couldn't escape the embrace.
"You know that I would never touch you unless you wanted me to. " The slate haired nobody pulled Demyx's face from his shoulder, so he could look for an okay from Demyx. Even more tears began to blossom from his eyes. Zexion couldn't stand to see the blond cry like this, he leaned over and kissed the tears away, Demyx leaned into Zexion as he took away his sorrow with butterfly kisses. He leaned back and looked into Demyx's blue eyes, they reminded him of a storm at sea, "Demyx...is it okay to touch you."
Zexion waited till he saw Demyx nod his head, he then helped him take off his jacket. Zexion's eyes remorsefully gazed at his chest. Demyx buried his face in the scholars shoulder.
"Please don't stare, Zexy. They don't hurt anymore. I'll be fine I promise."
The blond smiled weakly Zexion shook his head. He gently raked his fingers over the fresh scars. Pulling Demyx with him, he laid down, his face was engulfed by a blond mullet. The two were content for the moment Neither wanted more then this. Just to hold and be held.
Zexion woke the next morning to a soft cry from Demyx, in his arms he stirred, but didn't wake, he was entirely to sore to get up just yet. Zexion gently kissed Demyx on the forehead and slipped out of bed. Marluxia can't keep doing this. He had tried before to confront the flower boy, but it failed and only ended in pain. This time...maybe next time, Demyx will break, if he hasn't already. Something must be done.
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Three sharp knocks echoed through Marluxia's room. He rolled over bodies of various orgy members. He was greeted at the door by an unusally animated Zexion.
What will Zexy the sexy do stay tuned for the next part! R&R