By : Shawnathan

[A/N : Please review and/or feel free to throw a suggestion or two at me. спасибо~ ]

[Disclaimer : I own nothing. All credit to Disney/Square Enix]

Zexion's eyes slid open lazily, having slept more peacefully than he had in a long time. He thought back fondly to the physical intimacy he had shared with Demyx the night before, cracking a smile. It wasn't his milieu, being so satisfied all the time, but Demyx just did that to him. Following his nose, he found Demyx in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the two of them. "What's this all of a sudden?"

Demyx turned, spatula in hand, wearing a ridiculous frilly apron over his underwear. "Good morning, Zexy!" He pointed to the refrigerator with the spatula, expression slightly guilty. "We brought some food, but the fridge was somehow stocked. I figured you wouldn't mind..." He turned his attention back to the pan, but continued. "...and if you like, we could eat together on the back porch. It would be a shame to waste such a nice view."

Zexion walked over to Demyx, sleepily adjusting his hair, briefly wondering about why his parents would go to the trouble of stocking the fridge. Perhaps they were just trying to make his vacation easier? He wrapped his arms around Demyx's waist, kissing at his neck. Demyx gave a surprised "hm?", but leaned into his touch all the same. "It's nothing, I just... wanted to hold you, is all." Demyx nuzzled into his neck, lips brushing against him seductively.

"Well I don't mind, but don't make me mess up the eggs!" Demyx breathed, giving the pan a quick flick of the wrist and sliding the eggs onto a plate already stacked with bacon and toast. He led Zexion around to the other side of the table, pulling off the apron and tossing over the back of a chair. "I've got the drinks. Meet you out there." He watched Zexion carry the food out carefully, smiling to himself as he rifled through his bag to find a loose-fitting David Bowie t-shirt. He grabbed the jug of orange juice from the fridge and two glasses, hips swaying to background music from the tv as he joined Zexion.

Chuckling, Zexion looked over at Demyx, appreciating the subtle beauty before making his smart-ass remark. "Scared the neighbors might see you half naked?" He was still shirtless; the ocean breeze felt nice against his skin. This was out of character for him as well, being so cavalier about partial nudity... Demyx didn't seem to mind, and laughed, taking a swig of his juice. They sat peacefully and ate, discussing plans for the day as the waves crashed on the beach, the morning sun reflecting off the water like diamonds.

[Meanwhile...]

Axel was sitting in the empty living room of the apartment, staring at the ceiling fan. It had been too quiet since Demyx had gone on vacation with his new main squeeze. They were going to miss out on a couple opportunities to practice, but how could he tell Demyx not to go? If it had been Roxas offering him a beach vacation... He pulled out his zippo and cigarettes, clapping the pack a few times before sliding one into his mouth. He was about to light it when it was slapped away. "Roooxaaaaas..." Roxas hated that he smoked, and always gave him shit about it. That was half the reason he hadn't given it up yet.

"You know I hate that shit, Ax. If you have to smoke, then at least do it outside where I don't have to breathe it." Roxas sighed, hands on his hips, rocking back on his heels. "Look, I know you're bored, but you can still write music without Demyx around. What about your solo material?" He always tried to encourage Axel, and legitimately believed in him, usually propping Axel up during these creative slumps of his.

Flicking his lighter open and closed a view times, Axel sighed and stood up. "It comes and it goes, Roxy... I've only got half the EP written. It needs something." He hopped over the couch in one swift motion, landing right in front of Roxas, startling him a bit. He tossed his smokes to the side, his hand reaching out to cradle Roxas' face.

Roxas froze, his muscles tightening as Axel's fingers brushed across his cheek. "Don't call me Roxy... and what do you mean it needs something?" He had a feeling he knew where this was going, but... they were alone, the rest of the band either studying or working. He wasn't about to stop Axel from being himself (cocky and horny), not that he could even if he tried. Axel's passion was impossible to sway. He bit his lower lip as Axel's hand slid down his chest, stomach, and stopping at his waist to slide his shirt up a little.

Axel leaned in close, his hand sliding up Roxas' stomach as he stopped just short of their lips touching. "Inspiration, Roxy. You're gonna be my muse... got it memorized?" He closed the distance, pushing Roxas back against the wall, kissing him deeply. He tugged impatiently at Roxas' shirt like he was going to rip it off him, which he was thinking of doing until Roxas stretched both arms above his head and threw it off.

"You're such a dick." Roxas said between hushed breaths, his arms making an attempt to wrap around his body, until Axel pinned them above him. Earlier on in their relationship he would have struggled, demanded that Axel let him go, until their lips met again. Now though, a part of him had come to enjoy being handled like this. Axel was forceful, but somehow never too rough.

His free hand resting gently at Roxas' waist, Axel was staring directly into Roxas' eyes. He always did that. He stared, making Roxas blush and look away from the intensity. "It's a good thing for me that you like dicks then, isn't it?" They both laughed, Roxas' bright eyes searching for his as they regained their composure. He paused for just a moment before leaning in and attacking Roxas' neck, earning him a series of carnal moans from his lover as he left two or three marks.

Roxas' breathing had become ragged, his face flushed, his body snaking forward toward Axel's. They exchanged another fiery look, Axel's forehead pressing against his. "Bedroom?"

[Back on the beach...]

Zexion had caved in to Demyx's request, and went for a walk with him on the beach. He had always found solace in quiet libraries or dim rooms, eyes trained on a book or a computer screen, the beach was never a place he fantasized about. Demyx however, was enamored with it, almost to the point of obsession. He watched as Demyx danced ahead of him, thin toes kicking up sand as the slender body spun around playfully, and thought that maybe he could come to like the beach after all. Demyx was wearing tight blue swim trunks and white tank top, one that must have been intended for girls, but that suited Demyx's thin shoulders well. He sped up his walking pace a little so as to catch up.

"Zexy, come here!" Demyx shouted, his hands reaching out to take Zexion's. He pulled the timid boy into a warm embrace, his spiky hair swaying in the wind. Zexion's expression was a bit shy, cheeks red; it was adorable. "I can't believe how beautiful it is here. Thank you so, so much for bringing me..." He gave Zexion a peck on the cheek before bending down to nuzzle into his neck. "I love you, Zexy."

Despite how calm and brave he had felt on the back porch at breakfast, Zexion was well beyond nervous now. The beach was mostly clear, but not deserted. People could see them, and some were craning their neck to look already. He tried not to let it get him, turning all of his attention to Demyx, getting lost in those aqua eyes as he responded. "I love you too, Dem. I-I... I'm really glad I met you." He suddenly looked away, his eyes tearing up, voice cracking. Why was he crying? He wasn't sad, far from it, he hadn't been this happy in his life.

Demyx noticed Zexion sniffling, and looked up to find tears on those pale cheeks he adored so much. "Aw, Zexy..." He held his boyfriend close, brushing the slate hair away to kiss the tears from Zexion's cheeks. "I didn't want to make you cry."

"It's not that..." Zexion wiped his eyes, kissing at Demyx's chin. He was still a little nervous about being out in public like this, but it was too late to worry about that now. "I've just... I've never been this happy before. Not once in my life." He kissed Demyx then, deeply, passionately, hoping that he could keep this silly blonde boy close to him forever. There was a gasp from a few meters away, but he figured there would always be at least one person to take offense. Not his concern. Not right now. When their lips parted, he felt his arms sliding down to Demyx's hips, fingers clinging to the waistband of his trunks.

Demyx was going to say something else, but the look in Zexion's eyes shut him up. They shared that quiet moment together, comfortable and safe in each others arms, waves reaching out to splash gently over their feet for what seemed like an eternity. When the time came, he took Zexion's hand in his, the two of them leaning into each other, and they walked back toward the house. Neither spoke a word, because everything important had already been said. He could hear Zexion's heart, beating so loud against his chest that it must be hurting him, but he knew why. Zexion was the most mature adult he'd ever met in his life, but there were some things beyond the scope of his genius. Physical love still frightened the young professor, whether he liked to admit it or not. Their experience the night before had only been a preview, he knew that, but tonight would be the one Zexion would never forget.

Hands shaking, Zexion walked ahead of Demyx to unlock the doors after they had sprayed all the sand off of their feet. He stepped inside, immediately heading to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of Jameson. Demyx shot him a disapproving, yet understanding, look as he entered the kitchen. "I can't help it... alcohol calms me down, slows my brain function enough for me to relax. I'm always thinking, calculating, so much that it hurts..." He stopped himself, hoping that the insight into his manic brain hadn't spoiled the moment. Far from being put off, Demyx gave him that gentle smile, striding over slowly and putting a hand over his, stopping him from popping the bottle.

"What if I told you I had a way around that?" Demyx said coolly, kissing gently at Zexion's neck. He knew he shouldn't tempt such a pure person like this, but he didn't feel bad after hearing what Zexion had to say on the subject. He had brought it up on a lunch date they had one day before Zexion's classes resumed.

[One week earlier]

"Demyx, what's wrong?" Zexion asked, chopsticks poking absentmindedly at what remained of his rice.

Demyx looked up, face a bit guilty. There was one thing he had been keeping from Zexion since they had started going out, because he didn't want it to change, or possibly ruin, their relationship. "Zexy, how do you feel about... drugs?" He waited for the shit storm, hoping Zexion wouldn't be too angry with him. Aside from the anger though, it was the emotionless face that he feared the most. Zexion looked up at him, concern in his dark eyes.

"That depends on which one, or ones, you're talking about." Zexion said flatly. He wasn't upset, and didn't want to give that impression, but how could one not worry when they were asked a question like that?

"Well... weed... or, more accurately hash." Demyx said, eyes concentrating on the grain in the wood of the table.

Zexion sighed, putting his chopsticks down and taking a deep breath. "THC, or, to be precise; tetrahyrdrocannabinol, the psychoactive chemical in cannabis. It produces a feeling of euphoria, increases the heart rate briefly, but in nearly all tests and studies, provides feelings of general relaxation and pain relief. Negative effects include paranoia and lung damage, among other common hazards with the inhalation of smoke. Fairly mild as drugs go. How often do you smoke it?"

Demyx was staring blankly, surprised at the sheer amount of knowledge crammed into that pretty little head. "Well, I... sometimes before practice, maybe once a week or so. We don't smoke it though, we have a vaporizer." He still felt bad, like Zexion was judging him, but he didn't want to say anything about it.

"Well that's good. Lightens the load on your body, safest way to go about it, really." Zexion said, eyes catching Demyx's as he looked back up. "I'm not angry, you know. I honestly figured you played around with drugs here and there. Not to put stock in stereotypes, but musicians are known for that sort of thing. I was worried you might be talking about something serious, a really dangerous substance, but now I'm relieved." Demyx seemed skeptical, but he reiterated. "Really, it's okay. I don't care, it doesn't change anything between us, okay Dem?"

[Present day]

Zexion turned, hands resting on Demyx's lower stomach. "You brought some of it with you?" He knew what Demyx was referring to, it couldn't be anything else. Could it?

Demyx nodded, stroking Zexion's hair as he leaned into his touch. "Axel gave me some. The band usually splits the bill where that stuff goes, but Axel said I should try to have a good time with you." He looked down, hands holding Zexion's face gently. "Plus, Roxas hates it."

Zexion was really nervous about trying a new illegal substance, but these were the best possible circumstances. He couldn't ask for a more calm and relaxed environment, or a better person to share the experience with. "O-Okay... but this isn't peer pressure, I'm not weak-willed enough to fall for that. I want to do it..." He stopped, closing his eyes for a brief moment before speaking again. "Only with you, though, when we're alone. Okay?" He didn't want it to become a regular habit, so he needed to set limits now. If it were only with Demyx, when no one else was around, then he would be able to steer clear of the habitual nature these substances often encouraged.

"I know you're not weak-willed, Zexy... I would never even ask if I thought for one second I was pressuring you." Demyx said, voice smooth as silk, hoping to calm Zexion down a little. "Still want to?" He waited for Zexion to give him a weak nod, and kissed him on the cheek. "Okay, I'll be right back." He ran back to the bedroom, and rummaged through his things until he found the tiny bottle, pick, and hash pipe. He prepared everything on the table in front of Zexion, knowing that he liked to observe new things, to study them. After scraping a small amount into the pipe, he put his lighter to it, taking a deep hit. He handed the pipe to Zexion before exhaling, smoke pouring out his nose as he said. "Quick, while it's rollin'."

Zexion took the pipe, sucking in his first hit of smoke, and inhaling. It was harsh at first, but he had expected it to be. He watched as the hash bubbled away merrily, glowing as it burned. He coughed loudly as he tried to breathe out, handing the pipe back to Demyx. It hit him almost immediately, the euphoric delirium taking his worries away as his head floated. Demyx was laughing, but it seemed more natural than antagonistic, like he was laughing with him. It was then that he realized he was indeed laughing, raising a hand as he coughed, taking the pipe and hitting it again. His body felt heavy, but his brain felt light... it was a strange sensation, but not unpleasant. Demyx's body was slung low in his chair, one thin leg dangling over the side. Zexion passed up hitting the pipe again, leaning into Demyx and kissing at his chest. "I can't stay away anymore... sorry."

Demyx smiled, rubbing Zexion's lower back gently as they kissed. "What made you think you had to?" Demyx whispered in a powerfully seductive tone. Zexion's cheeks flashed red, and his heart was beating all kinds of fast. "Follow me." Zexion held tightly to his shirt like frightened child, so adorable he couldn't help but giggle. They stepped into the master bedroom they had shared the night before, Zexion's grip tightening briefly before finally relaxing. "I'm going to use your shower. You..." He paused, teal eyes shimmering as they locked on to Zexion's. "... join me when you've worked up the courage." He headed into the bathroom, swinging back around the door frame to add "Don't keep me waiting too long, Zexy."

Zexion was sitting on the bed, head swimming in a sea of clouds. He was scared, and he knew that Demyx was playing on that by giving him such an invitation, one that he wanted very badly to accept. Swallowing what little remained of his fears, he stood and threw his shirt off, walking toward the slightly cracked door to peer inside. Demyx's body was there for him to see, slender and beautiful, though obscured by steam and glass. He closed the door behind him as he entered the bathroom, peeling off what remained of his clothes as he stepped toward the shower, tapping on the glass shyly.

"Why are you knocking? It's your family's house, silly." Demyx said, sliding the door open for Zexion and motioning for him to come in. He was glad that Zexion was a bit nervous and had taken some time before coming in. It gave him the opportunity to shave, and to clean himself properly, knowing what was to happen next. Zexion had stepped into the shower timidly, still seeming a bit reserved, but wrapped arms around him tightly as the water rained down on them. He giggled again as he looked down at Zexion. "Well aren't you just the cutest wittle pwofessor I ever saw."

Zexion blushed, but was smiling. "Shut up..." He leaned in for a kiss, heart skipping a beat when he felt Demyx pressing into his leg, already turned on. Demyx gave him an erotic look, teal eyes already blurred by desire, and began to slide a hand down his body. He gasped as Demyx touched him, hands exploring every part of him. His eyes shot open when he realized that Demyx's body, rather than just hands, was slowly but surely sinking down to his waist level. Demyx began kissing at his member, stroking him playfully, making his whole body shake. He leaned into the wall for support as his body was assaulted by hot water, steam, and the mouth and tongue of a silly blonde boy. "D-Demyx..."

Demyx licked and sucked, one hand caressing Zexion's lower back while the other stroked away steadily. He felt Zexion quivering under his hands, every touch inciting a new riot, a new torrent of sounds. When he was sure things would come to a close, he pulled away, fingers trailing up Zexion's chest as their eyes met again. "While I'm sure you were enjoying yourself..." He reached for a bottle, squirting some liquid into his hand and stroking Zexion with it, taking pleasure in the muffled moans. He hesitated, turning his back to Zexion and assuming a pose that even embarrassed him a little. "You knew there was more, right?"

Zexion gulped, but stepped forward and positioned himself. He felt Demyx nudging at his slippery lower region, blonde spikes drooping over that beautiful face, but not enough to hide the smile he loved so much. He rested a hand on Demyx's lower back, and slid himself in. Demyx moaned loudly, back arching, face pressing against the shower wall. He felt Demyx's body sliding back to meet his as he began to move, tight and hot against him like nothing he'd ever felt. His hips were moving faster of their own accord, his own voice letting out intense moans and even growls he wouldn't have thought himself capable of making.

Demyx's moans eventually weakened, his body shaking against the warm tiles of the wall as Zexion slid in and out of him, precum leaking from his member. "Z-Zexy... keep g-ah!-going..I-I'm gonna..." He felt his muscles clenching as the orgasm hit him, tingling from head to toe, spilling his seed all over the wall and floor of the shower. His breath was ragged, body shaking as he turned to find Zexion's eyes, the look on his face as sensual and erotic as he could make it as he whispered to his lover. "You c-can... do it inside..I-ah... I don't mind." Zexion caught his meaning, understanding showing on the half of his face that was visible from under the cloak of slate hair.

Zexion was already close to the edge himself, the pleasure almost too much for him to bear. Indeed, the only reason he hadn't finished yet was that he was nervous, and didn't want to be thought of as an inferior lover. "Are you sure?" His pace had slowed to a crawl as he waited for Demyx to nod in confirmation, finally releasing his load with an ecstatic shout. He shook and quivered violently as Demyx stood, his member sliding out with a small popping sound. He diverted his eyes, face red, breathing rapid and broken from the excitement and the steam.

"You aren't allowed to do that anymore." Demyx whispered, vocal chords resonating with an alluring purring noise as he wrapped his arms around Zexion.

Zexion locked eyes with Demyx, a little confused. "Do what?"

"Look away. I want you looking at me, seeing every bit of me... analyzing me with those eyes, and that genius brain of yours... professor." Demyx said, smiling, and leaned in, kissing Zexion with more passion and intensity than he ever had.

Zexion matched Demyx's enthusiasm with his own, kissing back furiously, his hands linked behind Demyx's neck. "I love you, Demyx. I love you."

Demyx's eyes squinted up as he smiled, kissing Zexion's forehead. "I love you too, Zexy. Never leave my side again."