By : Shawnathan
Chapter Seven : Happy Fucking Homecoming, Asshole!
[A/N : I know this one took a bit longer than my others, but what can I say? Life's a bitch. Feel free to read, and please review if you're so inclined~]
[Disclaimer : I own nothing. All credit to Disney/Square Enix]
Zexion was sitting in shocked silence, staring into his father's eyes. Demyx had frozen behind him, clearly unsure of what to do. "W-what are you doing here, father? I thought you were in Radiant Garden..." Demyx blinked in confusion at that, but he couldn't turn to him just yet. His father had a commanding presence, one that required your full attention. It was made even more intimidating by the fact he was supposed to be in Radiant Garden for work.
Ansem looked down at his son, a bit put off by what he had just seen. "I was notified by my staff at the lab that you had used your medical insurance card. I looked into it, and was rather concerned upon finding out that you were hit by a car. Is my reaction not natural?" He sighed and gestured to the spiky-haired blonde boy who was still gripping the wheelchair, then back to his son. "So are you going to introduce us, or just sit there with your mouth hanging open?"
Zexion looked down at the floor, his face reddening as he gathered the courage necessary to speak his mind. "Yes, father..." He took another deep breath, taking Demyx's hand and holding it tightly for support, and fixed his gaze firmly on his father's questioning eyes. "This is Demyx, he's... he's my boyfriend, we've been dating for a few months now. Demyx, this is my father, Ansem Wise." He tried to remain calm, and strong, as his father went about absorbing that information; absorbing information was something he and his father both did very well. Ansem digested it all for several moments before speaking. "I didn't know that you were a homosexual, son... that is..." Zexion held up a hand to interrupt his father, something he rarely, if ever, did. "I didn't know either, father. Demyx is the only boy I've ever felt romantic feelings for. That being said, those feelings are much stronger than what I've felt for the girls that I've dated in my life." It was then that something unexpected happened.
Demyx had started to push the wheelchair forward slowly, only stopping when they were right next to Ansem. Strangely, he offered the ominous-looking man his hand, silly grin on his face like nothing was out of the ordinary. "It's so nice to meet you, sir, Zexy never talks about his family, so I had no idea what to expect!" His bubbly personality could affect almost anyone, even the coldest and bleakest of people. It was with this in mind that he offered his hand in kindness, hoping that things would turn out in a way that pleased everyone. Zexion was eying the both of them nervously from his seat, finally giving his father a suggestive stare. Seeing how serious his son was, Ansem took Demyx's hand and shook it, his face relaxing somewhat. Demyx flashed his brilliant smile, somehow not put off by the intensely awkward atmosphere. Either that, Zexion thought, or he was hiding it very well.
Zexion pointed to the door, gesturing to Demyx to open it, which he gladly did. "Want to see how your son lives at school, in filth and squalor?" Zexion asked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He realized that it hadn't worked when he saw the look on his father's face, which Demyx chose to ignore as he wheeled Zexion into the dorm room and set about gathering his things for him. "Going somewhere?" Ansem asked, stroking his goatee thoughtfully as Demyx handed Zexion his bag. Zexion sighed, looking up at his father, expression pleading. He'd hoped his father would be civil about his relationship with Demyx; his parents were both very liberal people, and very accepting, so what exactly was the problem here? "Yes. My friends have decided to have a small get-together to celebrate my release from the hospital. Is that a problem?" Ansem gave Zexion a stern stare, causing him to shrink back a little. He never back-talked or gave his parents a hard time. Then again, they had never really given him a reason to.
Ansem mulled it over silently, staring blankly out the window as he pondered. After an awkward few minutes in silence, he managed a few words. "Very well, son. I suppose that isn't unheard of." His sentences were short and to the point, as always. "However, I would like to come along to this gathering, and meet the people you've come to call 'friends'. I don't want you to fall in with a bad crowd after all, or for your studies to suffer; you're on your way to a PhD, and at a very young age. I won't have you jeopardizing your future, all of your hard work, or mine."
"Y-Yes, father. That's sounds reasonable." Zexion had shrunk under the weight of those words, reaching for Demyx's hand again. He looked to his lover for support, his eyes asking his question for him; "Is this okay?" Demyx nodded, and motioned for Ansem to follow them as he wheeled Zexion out of the dorm room. Zexion gulped nervously as they walked in virtual silence, the one exception being Demyx's melodic humming. It was a beautiful sound, but did nothing to help how nervous he was feeling. When they reached the outside of the building, Ansem strolled over to a car and gave the driver instructions to wait at his hotel until further notice. Zexion didn't know if that was good or bad. His father's actions were often difficult to interpret, which was why, despite always getting along fine, they had never been truly close. There was loud music shaking the apartment building as they approached, causing Zexion to become even more worried. Axel was unpredictable enough under normal circumstances, never mind having a legitimate reason to celebrate something. He closed his eyes, praying to the God he didn't believe in that it wouldn't be too crazy inside, clutching at Demyx's hand when he was wheeled up to the door.
When the door was opened, the scene before them was truly chaotic. Zexion looked on in a mixture of terror and excitement at what was happening. There was a banner across the entire living room wall that said "HAPPY FUCKING HOMECOMING, ASSHOLE!" in massive red lettering, streamers everywhere, and at least twenty people. Zexion recognized seven. Axel was on his knees, shirtless, playing guitar while downing a beer bong as Sora and Roxas watched in awe, and others cheered. Xion was doing a shot of some unnamed liquor out of Kairi's belly button, while Luxord was chatting up some suspiciously young looking girls, and Riku brooded in the corner silently with his eyes locked on Sora. All of this, however, paled in comparison to what was happening in the center hallway. There was a man with long pink hair, or at least Zexion assumed it was his real hair, wearing a long black coat and gloves, playing a piano (how the hell did they get a piano in here?)... that was on fire. No one seemed to mind at all, or were too intoxicated to care. The smell of hash hung in the air, and there was a group of students on the couch taking hits from a hookah.
Zexion gulped again, face-palming as he motioned for Demyx to close the door before their presence was noticed, but it was too late. Axel was walking toward them, arms outstretched in an inviting way, crooked grin fixed on his face. "What do you think, Zexy? I called in every favor I could to make this a real thrasher. Why don't you join us, and we'll do this properly?" Axel paused, craning his neck to the side as he eyed Ansem, who was clearly not amused. "Who's the old dude?" Zexion could almost feel his father's disappointment, unable to turn around and face it. Instead, he looked daggers at Axel, his voice gravelly as he answered. "Axel, this is my father, Ansem Wise. Father, this is Demyx's roommate, guitar player, and vocalist, Axel." Despite the serious nature of the atmosphere, Zexion could feel Demyx fighting the urge to laugh. To be fair, what else could he do in this situation?
Ansem nodded curtly to Axel, who withdrew the hand he had extended, before speaking. "Son, I need to have a word with you." He said it more as a command, by the tone of his voice. Zexion's voice cracked as he spoke, trying to somehow explain the madness they had just seen. "Father, it isn't what it looks-" Ansem held up a hand to silence him, cutting him off. "Now, Zexion." Zexion nodded, motioning for Demyx to follow his father, leaving a confused Axel standing in his doorway.
They made it a good distance away from the chaos of the apartment before Zexion decided to speak up. "It wasn't supposed to be like that father, that was all Axel... you heard him, he tried to make it 'a thrasher' on purpose, against my wishes. I told him I didn't want that sort of thing." Demyx looked very scared, Zexion had noticed, and there was good reason for it. Ansem turned to them both, his face and tone of voice showing zero emotion. "You're transferring schools as soon as this semester ends. This is not a good environment for you to be in, clearly. I will make the necessary arrangements for your transfer to Radiant Garden University." Zexion's eyes shot open in shock, his heart snapping in two as his father laid down decrees. Demyx was silent, but the heartbreak was visible in his eyes. Ansem turned to leave them both as though business were concluded, but Zexion refused to let things end there, anger rising inside him as he pushed himself out of the wheelchair. "Father, stop!"
Zexion was clutching his side, pain shooting through him like hot knives. He ground his teeth together, bearing with it as he prepared a verbal counter. "I don't care if you don't like the environment, and I don't care if you don't like my friends. I didn't ask for that party in there, but you know what? I don't mind it either. I need a little crazy in my life!" He felt Demyx rush forward to catch him before he fell to the ground, the blonde boy holding him up as best he could. "I was so out of it before... not even depressed, I just... I didn't feel anything, about anyone. Well I'm done living life that way. I've met a beautiful musician who loves me, and logical reasoning be damned, I love him too." Demyx blushed and smiled at that. "His friends and his band are all nuts, but they give me something I've never had before. Happiness, father." Ansem was staring back coldly, taking it all in, reserving his opinions as he always did, until the argument was made in full. Zexion continued. "I've done everything you ever asked of me; I even completed my classes in record time this year, faster than anyone thought possible. I'll likely have a PhD within the next year or two. If you make me transfer schools, I will drop out of literature altogether, and never touch a book again. I swear it." Venom dripped from every word, Zexion's voice more deadly serious than he had ever heard it. Cringing in pain, he slid to the ground, Demyx holding onto him tightly.
Ansem stood tall, locking his hands behind his back as he contemplated it all. There were several minutes of silence where no one dared speak a word, the world dead quiet save for the wind. Zexion never broke eye contact with Ansem, staring him down as intently as he could manage while in the pain he was in. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ansem cleared his throat. "I do not agree with your decision, son, but I do acknowledge your resolve, and your dedication. If you can continue to prove yourself to me academically, then I will allow you to stay." Zexion let out a sigh of relief, but his father held up a warning hand to regain his attention. "However, should your grades suffer as a result of all this nonsense..." Ansem gestured to the apartment, where the loud music still raged on. "Then I will force you to transfer, and oversee your education myself. Is that understood?" Zexion nodded, not even thinking to question this. It was unlike his father to respond positively in such a situation, so he wasn't about to argue. Ansem's gaze shifted to Demyx, his voice softening somewhat. "I would like you to know that I do not disapprove of your relationship with my son. My only concern lies with his studying, and his future. So long as you don't impede that, and treat my son fairly, there will be no quarrels between us..."
Without another word, Ansem turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Zexion and Demyx together on the ground. When his father was out of sight, Zexion struggled to his feet again, wincing as the pain hit him again. Somehow, it wasn't as bad this time around. Demyx still looked worried, so Zexion leaned in and offered him a kiss, which Demyx gladly accepted. For a moment, that kiss was the only thing in the world that mattered to either of them. When their lips finally parted, each of them blushing, it was Demyx who spoke up first. "You were so brave, Zexy... and I love you too, by the way. I wanted to say it before, but I didn't want to interrupt you while you were being so... hot." Zexion cocked an eyebrow, chuckling as they began the walk back to the apartment. "It's good to know that you find my rebellious streak hot. What do you say we go enjoy my party?" Demyx nodded, and they made their way back up to the source of the music, practically kicking the door down. Things hadn't calmed down at all, but Axel did give them a sympathetic look as they entered the apartment, sans-wheelchair.
The party seemed to freeze for a moment when everyone caught sight of them, unsure what it meant that they were back without the old man in tow. To answer their collective question, Zexion grabbed a nearby shot glass from the end table, downed it, and smashed it on the floor. Demyx jumped a little, but didn't have time to react properly, as Zexion's lips and tongue were suddenly one with his own. Everyone cheered, and the chaos resumed. Zexion limped over to Axel, punching him in the shoulder, but accepted a beer from him all the same. "You know, I was mad, but I think the appropriate words right now are... thank you, Axel. Best. Party. Ever." Axel's face lit up with excitement, his shit-eating grin spreading across his face like wildfire as he gave Zexion a big hug. "Glad you like it, little man." After a round of congratulatory shots, the debauchery continued until everyone was either too wasted or too tired to continue. An attempt at dirty dancing with Demyx had caused pain to shoot up from his ribs, so Zexion had given up and retreated to the couch, Demyx laying with him, kissing at his neck and chest while the party wound down.
When all the other guests had cleared out, Zexion noticed Sora and Riku approaching the couch, hands clasped, leaning into each other. After having a few to drink, Sora had overcome his embarrassment and danced with Riku. Demyx wasn't paying them any attention, too preoccupied with Zexion's collarbone to notice anyone or anything else. Riku stood silently, his face content as Sora pressed against him, finally speaking up. "I'm glad that you weren't hurt too bad Zexion. You really had me worried, but... you seem okay now, and I had someone there to comfort me through it all." Zexion rolled his eyes, but put on a knowing smile as he ran his fingers through Demyx's spikes, responding in a tone that he hoped expressed his gratitude. Sora had always been a good roommate, and a nice boy. "Yeah, it really helps having one of those around, doesn't it?" Demyx finally looked up with a goofy smile on his face, sticking his tongue out, causing a round of laughter and giggles. Zexion briefly considered that he had never heard a cuter sound than Sora and Demyx giggling at the same time, and resolved to have a double date at some point in the near future. The spiky-haired brunette left with his new boyfriend, finally leaving Zexion and Demyx alone on the couch, save for Axel and Roxas; they were running about, trying to clean up the mess before they passed out. Zexion chuckled, turning to Axel after kissing Demyx's cheek. "You reap what you sow, red. I suppose I can't say anything though, this was an insane party. It will be talked about for years. I don't even like parties, and I had a great time." Axel smiled, tossing a random slipper at them as he continued cleaning.
The next morning, Zexion found himself stretched out in an odd position, Demyx sprawled on top of him in an even weirder one. His left arm was numb from the way Demyx was laying on it, still snoozing peacefully. Well, that just wouldn't do. He craned his head down and began kissing Demyx, gently at first, then more aggressively. At some point during the assault, Demyx was roused form his slumber and began kissing back. "Good morning, sunshine." Zexion whispered as their lips parted. Demyx smiled, kissing at his chin. "Morning, Zexy. My head hurts." Zexion chuckled, kissing the sandy blonde spikes. "I would go get you some medicine from the cabinet in the bathroom, but there seems to be a body on top of me. My left arm is completely numb, by the way." Demyx grinned sheepishly, rolling off the couch onto the floor, his movements lacking the usual grace he exuded. Zexion chuckled at that, flexing his newly freed arm, trying to get the feeling back. The feeling of needles hit him, but he new that was simply feeling returning to the dead limb. He stood, calling to Demyx as he began gathering up his things, which had somehow gotten strewn about during the previous night's chaos. "I think I'm going to head back to my dorm and study for a bit, read some, calm my head down. You can come by later if you'd like, okay Dem?" He heard a muffled "okay" from the bathroom, and saw a hand sticking out of the door giving him a thumbs up. Satisfied, Zexion walked out, stepping over a sleeping Luxord to get out the door. He chuckled as he paused in the doorway, thinking back on the sheer ridiculousness of the party, before finally heading out the door in the direction of his dorm.
[That night]
Zexion had almost walked in on Sora and Riku again that morning, but had the presence of mind to knock before entering his own dorm room. It sounded like they had to have been fooling around, certainly more than just kissing, by the sheer amount of rummaging around and shuffling noises before Zexion was given the O.K. to come in. He chose to ignore it completely, studying with headphones on (a habit that he had gotten from Demyx) for several hours, perusing the usual sites on his laptop, and finally burying himself in a book until he somehow passed out again. "Zex..." "..ion..." "Zexi..n" "ZEXY!"
Zexion sat bolt upright, almost headbutting Demyx, who had been trying to wake him. "Was it really necessary to yell, Dem?" He asked, picking at his ear theatrically. Demyx simply smiled back at him, wrapping his thin arms around Zexion in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry Zexy, but you were really out! You must have been pooped after last night, huh?" Zexion nodded, stretching a little and yawning as Demyx curled up into a ball, rubbing against him. "You're right, of course. It wasn't just the party though, it was my father. I never expected him to back down like that, being that he's usually so... in control." Zexion shook his head to rid it of the image of Ansem's face. He found a smile was creeping across his face as Demyx practically crawled up his body, thin fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
Demyx cradled his slate-haired boyfriend's face between his hands, teal eyes shining with freshly forming tears. Zexion seemed alarmed, clearly about to ask what was wrong, but Demyx put a finger to his lips to silence him. "Nothing's wrong, Zexy; I'm happy." Zexion raised an eyebrow in confusion, so Demyx continued. "No matter how weird that was for you, and how controlling your dad might be, there was a silver lining. He approves of me, Zexy... he approves of us." Zexion's confused expression slowly became one of comprehension, and understanding. He leaned in to kiss Demyx's cheek lovingly, lips brushing against his ear as he whispered to his lover. "That's what you were worried about?" He continued kissing, being more aggressive than ever; Demyx was usually the one guiding these situations along, due to his embarrassment, but not tonight. Wiping the tears from Demyx's eyes, Zexion slid a hand up his shirt, earning him a taste of that purring sound he loved so much. "If he had refused to accept that you were now a part of my life, then he would have to accept that I would no longer be a part of his. I love you, Demyx... I fucking love the shit out of you." Demyx rested his hands gently on Zexion's chest to pause his advances, only for a moment, giggling at how that sounded. "You shouldn't curse, it doesn't suit you, but... I fucking love the shit out of you too, Zexy. Now please continue eating my face." Zexion laughed, and happily obliged the blonde space-case, their tongues dancing around each other as his hands explored.
One hand grazed Demyx's chest, while the other rubbed affectionately at his neck. That time in the hospital and all the pain medication Zexion had been on had really left him feeling Demyx-deprived. He ceased his advances for a moment to nip at Demyx's neck, being sure to leave multiple love bites. Demyx let out a sigh of pleasure, the pain not seeming to bother him, his eyes connecting with Zexion's. "I don't know what's gotten into you... but don't stop now." Zexion pulled at Demyx's shirt until it was off, throwing it across the room and resuming his attack, his lips kissing over the loves bites he was making down Demyx's chest. "Wouldn't dream of it." Zexion whispered as his lips began placing little kisses along Demyx's waist, his hands pulling at the dark blue gym shorts that were still in his way. Demyx happily kicked them off, giggling at how Zexion was forced to duck, lest he be kicked in the head. "Sorry about that, Ze- ah!" Rather than wait, Zexion had slipped a hand into Demyx's underwear, and was sliding a hand along his lover's hardening member. "This is okay, right Demyx?" Zexion asked, still unsure of himself. Demyx simply nodded, biting at his lower lip as he guided Zexion's hand along his lower region, hardly able to contain his own excitement. Zexion kissed Demyx once more, powerfully, before moving down to join his hand.
Demyx cried out in pleasure, biting at his finger in an attempt to silence himself. His back arched wildly, his free hand grabbing a handful of Zexion's hair, guiding him. Zexion wasn't very experienced, but he was somehow very good with his tongue. Demyx let out a loud moan as Zexion did something particularly nice, hands still touching any part of him they could reach. Before long, it became too much; Demyx felt the pleasure blast through his system, body shaking, and released into Zexion's waiting mouth. Far from being disgusted, Zexion happily swallowed, not removing his lips until Demyx was reduced to a trembling mess. When he could move again, Demyx sat up, forehead pressing against his shy lover's. "Zuh...Ze-Zexy... how did you..? That was really, really good..." Zexion blushed, scratching at the back of his head sheepishly when he responded. "Well it wasn't that difficult, really. I just thought of what you had done for me... I figured I might know what feels good. I'm glad... I wasn't sure if I'd be any good at... w-well, that." Demyx kissed Zexion deeply, tasting a bit of himself on Zexion's tongue. When the kiss broke, he wrapped his arms around Zexion, whispering in his ear erotically. "Don't stop now..."
Blushing a deep red, Zexion found himself feeling nervous again when Demyx rolled over, looking back at him with the "take me" face. He crawled forward, trailing kisses up the back of Demyx's smooth legs, Demyx purring in response. "Hmm.. Zexy..." Zexion licked at two of his fingers sloppily, his free hand already massaging Demyx's hole. Losing any regard for his own shame or embarrassment, Zexion leaned in to lick at Demyx's hole, generating a surprised, but giddy, moan. He lapped away, sliding his tongue around almost playfully as Demyx wriggled underneath him, grinding into the bed. As he backed away, Zexion slid two fingers in slowly; Demyx had to bite into a pillow to stop himself from shouting out a cry of pleasure, muffled moans ripping through him like explosions. Zexion paused, his fingers massaging Demyx very slowly. "Too much?" Demyx shook his head in response, teal eyes urging Zexion to continue. Zexion's fingers resumed their work while he tried his best to snake his way out of the pajama pants he was wearing.
When the offending cloth was out of the way, Zexion positioned himself at Demyx's hole, which was now slick and wet. Demyx slid his ass into the air, chest pressed against the bed, his hands clenching the sheets tightly as he waited eagerly for Zexion to enter him. Unable to contain himself any longer, Zexion slid his throbbing member inside, biting at his lower lip so hard that he drew blood. He began thrusting, slowly at first, as Demyx began sliding back to match his rhythm. "D-Demyx..." Zexion wanted to say more, to be as articulate during love-making as he was in life, but he simply couldn't. It was too much. The pace quickened, Demyx's breathing matching Zexion's in intensity, their bodies melting into each other as they sought the love they had been without. Surprisingly, before either had the chance to climax, Zexion slid himself out with a little "pop", falling to the bed, chest heaving.
Demyx looked back, still a bit breathless, but concerned. "You aren't in pain are you?" He licked at the blood on Zexion's lower lip, kissing him passionately. Zexion shook his head, diverting his eyes slightly. "No, it's not that..." Demyx began kissing his neck, grinding a painfully hard member against his leg. "Well then why don't you quit being so shy and tell me... what do you want me to do?" Zexion's cheeks flushed again, his eyes drifting back to meet Demyx's. "I... I want you to... to..." Demyx gave him a quick "hm?", and bit at his earlobe. "I want you to ride me like this... I want to see your face when we're..." Zexion couldn't finish the sentence, but the look Demyx was giving him told him that it didn't matter. Without another word, Demyx climbed on top, positioning himself just above Zexion's cock, his expression erotic, teal eyes almost glowing with passion. Demyx let out a groan as he slid himself down, and they began to pick up a pace again. Zexion kept his eyes locked on Demyx as a slender hand reached down to brush the slate hair from his face. "I... I love you, Zexy... I l-lo...a..ah!" Demyx reached his climax, body shivering as he released his seed, spilling it all over himself, and on Zexion's stomach. Leaning down, Demyx kissed Zexion deeply, shaking like crazy. When their lips parted, Demyx began moving his hips again, whispering as erotically as he could to Zexion. "Go on, Zexy... cum..." Zexion felt his stomach tighten, all of his muscles clenching and relaxing as he whimpered under Demyx's touch. Their lips met again when Zexion reached orgasm, Demyx squeezing him dry with subtle movements of his slender hips. Zexion was so out of it he could barely speak, but he managed to pull himself out of it long enough to say "I... love you Demyx... I love you."
[The next morning]
Zexion was embarrassed at himself yet again. The sex had been so intense that he and Demyx had passed out on the bed together, sheets all a tangle, with no regard for decency. Sora had walked in on them sleeping, mercifully alone, since Riku was at baseball practice. Before waking them up, Sora snapped a picture with his cell phone, and had been taunting the two of them with it all day.
"You two look sooooo cute!" Sora squealed, his voice almost fangirl-ish, with its high pitch and timbre. Zexion slammed his face into the table, narrowly avoiding his coffee, while Demyx just smiled, somehow not bothered by this picture business. "How can you not care about this?" Zexion asked, exasperated by his lover's sheer lack of humility. Demyx simply shrugged, wrapping an arm around Zexion's waist. "Well, it's a really cute picture. Besides, now that we've taken him out for coffee, Sora is going to quit threatening to show it to people... aren't you, Sora?" Sora blushed, nodding before sputtering out a response. "I was never really going to, I just like messing with Zexion. He's cute when he's angry." Demyx shot Sora a look, voice taking on a warning tone as he spoke up. "Hey, Zexy's mine. You have a Riku, go mess with him." Sora shrugged, checking the time on his phone before standing up. "Speaking of Riku, I need to go meet him. Thanks for the coffee, you guys!"
Zexion was massaging the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before looking back up at Demyx. "I'm glad that's over. So, what are we doing for the rest of the day?" Demyx checked his phone as well, standing up to leave. "Sorry Zexy, but I have class and practice today. Don't worry though-" Demyx bent down, brushing the slate hair away to kiss his lover's cheek. Zexion blushed a deep red when a group of girls nearby squealed. "I have something fun planned for us next weekend. Something you've never experienced. I know you're fascinated by new things, and..." Demyx handed Zexion a piece of paper, and a ticket. "The ticket is for the music festival, and those are directions. Wet Sand got booked to play on the third stage, but that's not the best part. I got you in free as crew, so we can go see all the big bands play and..." Demyx stopped, his face a bit nervous. He leaned back down, whispering to Zexion in a hushed tone. "I got us something to take at the festival. I would understand if you didn't want to do it, and I won't if you don't, but... I've only taken this stuff once, Zexy, and it changed my life. I want to experience it with you." Zexion's face was curious, despite how nervous the prospect made him. He gave Demyx a quick kiss goodbye, pulling him back by the hand to ask "What exactly is it?" Demyx leaned close to his ear, and answered, one simple word before running off to class with a wave. Zexion sat back down, sipping at his coffee, and though carefully about how to proceed. A difficult decision indeed, but... also intriguing.
"Acid."