By : Shawnzy

Chapter : 12

[A/N : I'm not sure how much longer this story will continue, but I'm glad that some of you out there enjoyed it. This isn't the last chapter or anything, just letting you know that I'm working my way towards the end. Thanks for sticking around.]

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

Becoming the teaching assistant to the most prominent literature professor in Twilight Town had sounded great to Zexion when he'd accepted the offer earlier in the year, but now it was keeping him from Demyx. He sighed, returning to grading papers, correcting people's grammatical and spelling errors. Normally he wouldn't be so overbearing and protective, but after what happened with Saix, Zexion felt afraid for his lover. Demyx was a kind person, and trusting... it was this that worried him the most. All it would take for something terrible to happen would be a convincing lie. Sipping at his coffee, Zexion spun around in his chair to check the clock on the wall. It was only 4:04 PM. It was still too early for Demyx to be around, and yet when Zexion checked the narrow office window, there was a bright teal eye staring back at him. Packing away the rest of his work, Zexion walked over to the door and opened it, pulling Demyx into a brief hug. "Hello love, how was your day? Uneventful, I hope."

Demyx frowned a little and avoided eye contact, his arms crossing behind his back. "Um... not exactly, Zexy." Zexion's face showed concern as he waved Demyx into the office, gesturing to the chair. Demyx sat, picking at the fraying edges of his cutoff shorts until he was comfortable enough to speak. "I saw Saix, Zexy..." Zexion immediately reached for his phone, and was about to dial when Demyx gave him a "wait". Demyx probably thought he was going to call the police, but he was about to speed-dial Sora. Part of him was glad that Demyx had stopped him. Taking a deep breath, Zexion gave a much calmer "I apologize... continue". Scratching the back of his head, Demyx began again. "This is going to seem like a really weird question, but does your father maintain a personal lab outside of where he works?" Zexion's eyebrows shot up, wondering where this could be leading. He still hadn't been given the details regarding Demyx's encounter with Saix. "Yes... I suppose he seems the type, and has the funding, so it doesn't come as much of a surprise. My father does indeed have a personal laboratory. Why?" Demyz toes curled and uncurled as he went on. "Then, is this lab of his the type that conducts human trials?"

Another surprising question Zexion never thought he would be hearing from his fiance, of all people. These weren't the type of questions Demyx ever cared to ask. "Yes. I'm not sure where this is going, but... my father's lab is equipped for human trials, though he doesn't conduct them very often anymore. He had some of his research stolen several years ago, which led to him avoiding that sort of experimentation." Zexion watched Demyx's reaction to his answer, trying to find the truth buried in his expressions, but he couldn't figure it out. Where was this going? "Demyx, just what is this about?" Demyx stood, walking over to Zexion and stopping just in front of him. He took Zexion's hands in his own, making sure not to break eye contact once it was established. "Do you trust me, Zexion? What I'm about to tell you will sound crazy, but it's what Saix told me, and... I really do believe that it's the truth."

Zexion gulped, wondering what would come next. It couldn't be any weirder than his experiences with magic though, could it? Giving Demyx's hands a light squeeze, Zexion nodded in agreement. "I absolutely trust you. Tell me what's on your mind." Demyx took a deep breath, leaning back a little before speaking. "I spoke to Saix today and he said he was experimented on by the military and they turned him into some kind of like Hulk-type rage monster and that's why he attacked us because he can't control himself all the time and he thinks it's getting worse and doesn't know what to do and I told him I might be able to get him to your father to try and fix it." Sucking in another breath, Demyx waited for Zexion to fully absorb that information. Zexion had leaned back against the wall, clearly deep in thought. He wasn't certain what would happen if he showed up at his father's lab unannounced with a maniacal lab experiment gone wrong, and said that it was his fiance's brother... and that they needed his help. It would be, without any trace of doubt, the strangest request Zexion would have ever made of his father in his life. Demyx leaned sideways a little, staring up into Zexion's uncovered eye. "You don't believe me, do you Zexy? I can understand why, I know it sounds totally bonkers, but-" Zexion held a finger to Demyx's lips to silence him. "I believe you, Dem... or, I'm at least willing to try and help. I'm still suspicious of Saix after what happened, but... there was something off about him that day he tried to attack us. I would have been surprised if there wasn't something abnormal about the whole situation. I thought it might have been magical in nature, until you gave me your explanation."

Demyx smiled briefly, but then his face turned to one of confusion. "Well, I'm really glad that you believe me, but how are we going to convince your father to have a look at Saix? Also, how in the Hell are we going to get him there? Your father lives in Radiant Garden... I really should have thought this through a bit more before I went and opened my big mouth." Zexion chuckled, turning his attention the floor as he continued to debate those very subjects in his mind. "It's actually not the worst plan ever. I think I may know of a way to get the three of us there." Demyx raised an eyebrow at that, turning to face Zexion with a "hm?". Sliding down so that he was seated on the office floor, Zexion enlightened him. "There's only one way that this plan can work; the three of us will have to go there together. My father is a very intelligent man, and very rigid when it comes to procedure, and applying it to the way he lives. If we're going to convince him to help, we'll have to show him proof... proof, and conviction, determination. Those are the things he respects, and that's how we must convince him to acknowledge us. Do you understand?" Demyx was almost taken aback, but nodded excitedly all the same. He stood, pulling Zexion to his feet as well, and gave him an exaggerated salute. "I understand completely, sir. Conviction, determination, and... what was the last one?"

"Proof, Demyx."

"Right, that. Proof."

Zexion knew that there would be a backlash either way; his father was not going to be pleased with him. However, Zexion also knew that his father suffered from the same insatiable and obsessive curiosity that he did. If offered a new test subject, particularly one that had been involved in military experimentation, Ansem Wise would not, could not, say no. Zexion knew that there was still much to be discussed, so he left a note for his superior, claiming that there was a family emergency of sorts that he needed to deal with. It wasn't technically a lie, so he didn't feel quite as bad about it. Demyx had suggested that they talk about what to do next over a meal at his place, since it was empty. Axel had apparently surprised Roxas with dinner at a five-star restaurant, something that the culinary arts major would never turn down. Zexion quickly agreed, and they made their way back in silence.

[8:35 PM – Demyx's place.]

Demyx had finished washing the dishes, so he flopped down on the couch next to Zexion, his hands searching for ways to distract his fiance from the issue at hand. Zexion had formulated a plan, and taken the necessary precautions, but he was still worried. Worried about everything. Was this whole story just an elaborate ruse Saix had constructed? Should he have kept the Lexicon on his person at all times, just in case? As he tried to sort the problems out in his head, he felt a hand slipping up his shirt. "Demyx, is now really the time?" Zexion hadn't meant to be rude or off-putting, but they were about to aid and abet a fugitive. Possibly one of high priority, who (Zexion thought) might still be a danger to them. Demyx, however, seemed to have completely forgotten about all of that for the moment. "It's always time, Zexy... I suppose I could lay off if you want me to, but... I don't wanna." Zexion allowed his shirt to be pulled off, taking solace in the lips that pressed against his own, the hands that cradled his face.

Demyx had put all worries about the next few days out of his mind. The only thing that mattered to him right now was Zexion, still timid and shy, no matter how many times they were intimate with one another. Zexion's cheeks were a bright red as Demyx straddled him, grinding against him. "I know that you're under a lot of stress... I know that some of it's my fault, and that I'm irresponsible, and inconsiderate... I ask too much of you sometimes, I know. I'm sorry for that, Zexy." Zexion tried to calm his buzzing nerves, gently massaging the back of Demyx's neck with one hand as his other pulled him in by the waist. "You didn't have anyone else you could ask, Demyx. Not only that, but we also called all sorts of authorities, effectively making this harder for us, now that we've decided to take this route. You didn't even want to do that in the first place, so... it's on both of us. Not just you."

Leaning in sharply, Zexion kissed Demyx deeply, resuming where they had left off. When they broke the kiss for air, they shared a simultaneous "I love you", causing Demyx to giggle. "Jinx, Zexy." Zexion wasn't sure what Demyx meant by that, but there wasn't an opportunity for him to respond anyway, as things were heating up again. Demyx had slid onto the floor in front of Zexion, yanking impatiently at his gym shorts. Zexion bit into his own finger as he felt moist lips sliding over his member; he knew that Demyx was good at this, but he never asked him to do it. Zexion was the type that preferred intimacy both parties could enjoy, but Demyx had insisted that he derived pleasure from this as well, so Zexion had conceded. It wasn't as though he didn't want it, after all. Demyx's practiced tongue was swirling around him in just the right way, making him arch his back and moan. Before long, he reached his threshold, shaking under Demyx's touch as he reached orgasm. Zexion heard a gulping sound, which (if possible) made his face even redder. Without missing a beat, Demyx rose back up to eye level, the wicked glint still shining in his teal eyes as he pulled Zexion into another kiss. This had become a sort of ritual for the two of them, which Zexion had found a bit odd at first, but which now turned him on even more. He supposed others might find it gross if they knew, but then again, plenty of people found it gross for two males to be together anyway.

The pair took turns showering, Demyx first, as Zexion had told Demyx he needed to make a couple calls. It wasn't a lie, but Zexion still felt somewhat bad for withholding information. He waited until Demyx had the bathroom door closed and the water running before he even picked up his phone. Zexion hesitantly hit the speed-dial, and waited as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Thr- "Hello, Sora's phone. How may I help you." Sighing audibly, Zexion pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Riku, unless he's blowing you, could you please put Sora on? It's important, and I have a time limit." He heard Riku snort indignantly on the other side, but also heard a brief discussion in the background as the phone was handed off, before finally Sora's voice chimed in with a "Zexion? What's up?". Zexion slid down to the floor, laying flat on his back. "Sorry to ask this of you so soon kid, but I need my book. I'm going to give you an address, and I want you to mail it there. This address is not mine, but I want you to make sure my name is on the package. Mail it first class, and I'll not only owe you two favors, but I'll reimburse you as well." Sora only had to think about that for a second. It probably wasn't even for the favors, either, Sora was just really dedicated to helping anyone he called a friend. "Of course, I can do that. Text me the address though, otherwise I'll forget it." Zexion's fingers typed out the address to his father's lab as quickly as they could manage, before lifting the phone to his ear one more time. "Thanks again for doing this, k- Sora. Thank you. I have to go now, but I'll talk to you again soon, okay?"

Zexion had hung up just as Demyx wandered out of the bathroom in a towel. "Bathroom's all yours Zexy. You finally done working?" Zexion nodded, getting to his feet and wandering over to the bathroom, steam drifting out toward him. He kissed Demyx on the way past, and began stripping down as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. If all went well, he wouldn't need to use the Lexicon, but he couldn't take the risk of not having it at hand when they got his father's.

[A/N : I haven't really been using iTunes whilst I've written this, just listening to an old chillstep collection from May of 2012 on youtube. Very relaxing, though.]