Ok so It's been like 4 years since I last update this story haha...I could have sworn that I uploaded chapter 3...guess I didn't. I just picked this story back up and wrote chapter 4. So I'll be posting that in a while.
At 8 o'clock Axel dropped Demyx off at a house 10 minutes from Hallow Bastion University. Axel had wished Demyx good luck and told him to use protection. Demyx flipped him off.
Ding-Dong.
Xigbar answered the door and stared at his angel from hell, clad in jeans, a blue collared t-shirt, and canvas shoes with-dear god help him, were those bubbles? And his hair was softly gelled. He looked the picture of his personality: soft, bright, and bubbly. Xigbar, on the other hand, wore khaki slacks and a tight ribbed black t-shirt that showed off his muscles. He knew Demyx would like it because he had been staring at his arms when they were at the fountain. Demyx had rubbed his cheek against Xigbar's chest, savoring the clothed strength. So when the blond's eyes scanned him up and down, and his mouth parted a little, Xigbar grinned, but only noted it mentally.
"Hey Demyx, come on in."
Demyx smiled nervously. Xigbar closed the door and clapped Demyx on the shoulder.
"Cheer up man. Don't look like you've just been sentenced to castration."
He grimaced and laughed, finally loosening up. His professor led him into the living room, where he was encouraged with a pat on the sofa to sit next to the elder. Demyx sat and leaned back, smiling at the cushy comfort on his frazzled nerves. Xigbar turned to the side a bit and leaned against the arm rest so he could see Demyx better. He looked so beautiful-so wonderfully Uke, nervous and shy but full of energy and life.
Time to start the fun, thought Xigbar.
"How old are you, Demyx?"
"22."
"Good. Would you like something to drink? Wine? Beer?"
"Uh, wine please."
"Red or White?"
A blank expression inhabited the blond's face. Xigbar chuckled.
"Don't know much about wine, do ya?"
Demyx smiled shyly and shook his head.
"I don't know that much about alcohol."
Xigbar got up and opened and long series of cabinets in the dining room, which was visible from the living room, to reveal dozens upon dozens of bottles.
"Would you like to?"
Demyx shot up.
"Wow! That's amazing!"
He gave Xigbar a mental point for awesomeness. At the same time, Xigbar gave Demyx a point for adorability.
"Ha ha, so I take that as a yes?"
Demyx was hardly listening. He was staring at the rows and rows of liquor.
"How many are there?"
"Bottles or types of alcohol?"
Another moment when his face blanched.
"Ehm—both!"
"Well, I have a basic selection: Wine, red and white, Saki, Vodka, Gin, Rum, Brandy, Whisky—Skotch and Bourbon, Soju, Techilla, cuointreu, my favorite: Congac…"
Demyx began examining bottles somewhere around Soju, whatever that was, and he found that some of the wine bottles had pictures on their lables. He found one with a blue and purple beta fish eating some sort of fruit. He pointed at it.
"What's this?"
"That's a plum wine. I have a few bottles of it, would you like to try it?"
Xigbar picked it up and held it out like a waiter. Demyx giggled and nodded.
"Sure."
They walked back to the living room and Xigbar poured the wine. The act seemed to utterly fascinate the blond, because as the purple liquid sloshed into the crystal, his eyes were so fixated on the action that he didn't notice how close he had gotten to his professor. His hands were splayed on firm thighs, his head tilting in an angle that kept migrating to the right, so that eventually he bumped into Xigbar's arm, and the man had to adjust his pouring so the poor boy didn't end up covered in wine. Though, the prospect wasn't that upsetting.
"Demyx?"
His attention stayed on the wine.
"Hmm?"
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Have you ever even seen wine?"
"Nope. How does it get all purple?"
"Color of the fruit. Usually wine is made out of grapes, but you did pick a plum wine. How does a college student know nothing about wine?"
He shrugged, now swirling the wine around and looking at its pretty color.
"Axel just drinks beer. And I don't drink. Can I have the label?"
"Is that the only reason ya picked the bottle?"
Demyx had been having fun with their little banter, but now he looked away and blushed.
"Is-is that a bad thing? I…I like it…"
Uke to the core, thought Xigbar. Just how he liked 'em.
"Not at all sweet thang. I'd like ta see ya try to peel off the label though. You can just keep the bottle."
Relieved, Demyx giggled. He was still contemplating his glass, waiting for Xigbar to do something. Xigbar sensed the boy's uneasiness and held up his glass.
"What shall we toast to, Demyx?"
"How about to water fountains?"
The professor smirked and they clinked glasses. Demyx was about to take a sip, but he couldn't help but muse:
"And Axel."
Xigbar chocked on his wine.
"What?" said Demyx. "If it weren't for him I would still be writing sappy poems and day-dreaming."
It took a few moments for Xigbar to remember how to breath. Demyx scooted closer to him and rubbed his back soothingly.
"Better?"
Freeshooter looked up at him incredulously.
"Axel? You toasted Axel!"
Demyx giggled.
"Well, you must admit prof—Xigbar, he did manage to save your job."
Kid had a point, not like he was gonna admit it though.
"Yeah yeah. Drink your wine."
So Demyx too a sip.
"Wow! It's really sweet!" And he finished the glass. Xigbar added another mental cute point.
"Woah there Dem, I don't want you drunk on our first date."
Dem cocked his chin up and smiled coyly.
"Aww, why not? This stuff if good!" and he drained his second glass. Xigbar just laughed and ruffled the kid's hair playfully. Demyx cooed at the touch.
For dinner they had spaghetti and green beans. Xigbar had spent quite a while before their date to decide what to serve. He settled on spaghetti because if he had cooked something really fancy Demyx might have felt awkward. So when his eyes lit up upon seeing his favorite food, Xigbar gave himself a pat on the back.
Demyx had two more glasses of wine with dinner. So by the time he had finished his chocolate ice-cream, he was sprawled on the couch with a silly grin glued to his face. Xigbar cleared the table and sat next to his grinning student. He raised his eyebrows.
"You look happy."
Demyx giggled and threw his arms around Xigbar's shoulders.
"Oh, you're drunk, aren't you?"
He giggled again.
"Nooo. If I was drunk I'd be throwing up. I'm just titsy."
"Tipsy," corrected Xigbar.
"That's what I said."
"As if. You said 'titsy.'"
"Ha ha! I'm silly!"
"Whatever nitwit."
It was going to be an interesting night.
So there! Chapter 3! How'd you like it? Reviews are very much appreciated!