So this is definitely long in coming, considering SOMEONE had a birthday on August 7th and August is on the way out now…I fail.

So this is a Happy BELATED (boo) Birthday to Composer Gizmo-chan! I apologize sincerely for the lateness!

I am excited to write this. That's a good sign : p And sadly I'm going to valiantly attempt to keep this T…blur the line a bit..what do you folk say to just taking the plunge and rating this M?

What If…

Demyx was injured during a kinky sex game and as a result,

Zexion changed his ways?

((as suggested by the lovely NoirCat))

BANG.

Roxas, who was silently doing paperwork alongside Axel in said person's room, jumped when he heard something hit the wall from the adjacent room. "What in the…" He looked over at Axel, who had not even stopped writing his report.

"Axel, what was that?"

"Don't worry about it," he replied, adjusting his glasses as he stared at the computer screen.

"I'm going to go check and make sure everything's okay; Demyx's room is on that side right?" Roxas asked, moving towards the door.

"Exactly. This happens all the time," Axel said, turning to grin wolfishly at Roxas. "They are doing…things." Axel then returned to his report.

Roxas stared in puzzlement at Axel, then at the wall, and back again. "Things? As in, things things? I mean I can understand hitting the wall, but that sounded like a missle—"

"Don't even try to picture it, Roxy," Axel said nonchalantly as he typed away.

-((lets rewind a bit))-

"Zexion, stop, I have to finish this…" Demyx squirmed in his computer chair as Zexion knelt behind him, languidly nuzzling Demyx's neck.

"What?" Zexion whispered seductively into Demyx's ear, "I'm not doing anything…"

"Sure you're not," Demyx replied breathily, "you are deliberately distracting me from my Heartless report I have to write for tomorrow…" Demyx inhaled sharply as Zexion began to nibble his ear. "I really have to finish this," he said, but he didn't sound too committed to the idea.

"It's not going anywhere," Zexion murmured as he began kissing Demyx's collarbone, "Why don't you take a break?"

"Hell with this," Demyx said as he let his arms rest against the arms of his computer chair, closed his eyes, and became completely absorbed in what Zexion's tongue was doing. It made a slow trail from his collarbone, up his jawline, and slowly made its way back to nibble on his ear. Demyx went to reach back and grip Zexion's soft locks, but found that he was unable to.

Demyx's eyes shot open when he realized that his hands had been tied to the chair with two tight cords. "Not again!"

Zexion grinned evilly and spun Demyx's chair away from the computer. "Yes, again," Zexion said mockingly, pushing Demyx and chair into the opposing wall.

BANG.

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it the last time we tried this either," Zexion said as he stalked closer, "I remember your pleas of—"

"You made your point!" Demyx said, blushing scarlet. He always felt….dirty…when Zexion decided to fully unleash this side of him. He didn't protest as Zexion placed a searing kiss on his lips and slowly started to unzip his cloak. He moaned aloud when Zexion slowly started to kiss down his chest, pausing to pay extra attention to his pecs.

Dirty, indeed.

-((throws up the stop sign before we go too crazy))-

A while later, Demyx lay against the back of the chair, unable to move. He sighed happily before nudging Zexion to spur him into movement. Zexion stirred and grinned ;

"That was fun," he said, winking as he started to unwrap Demyx's hands.

"Yeah, maybe next time it'll be your turn to sit in the chair," Demyx said jokingly. Demyx was puzzled when Zexion didn't respond, and looked at him to see what the problem was. Zexion was staring at Demyx's now darkness-stained hands.

"What the hell? Ow…" Demyx said, pulling his hands closer for further inspection. The cords around his hands wrapped so tightly they cut shallow loops into Demyx's wrists. Demyx massaged the wounds while they throbbed steadily. Wordlessly, Zexion passed him his shirt to press on the wounds, put on his pants, and left to get some bandages from the closet. Upon his return, Zexion looked heartbroken. He knelt next to the still-sitting Demyx and cleaned his hands with a rag before beginning to wrap them in bandages.

"I'm really sorry Demyx," Zexion whispered, pain lacing every syllable.

Demyx immediately wanted to comfort him. "It's alright Zexion; they don't really hurt that bad…" Demyx faltered. He was never really the wordsmith.

"I promise I won't hurt you like this ever again," Zexion said with an uncharacteristic resolve, standing and pulling Demyx into a fierce embrace.

"I trust you," Demyx whispered, kissing Zexion's cheek.

-((a few days later))-

Now only feeling the occasional twinges and throbs from his wrists, Demyx sought out Zexion for a bit of attention. Am I crazy or is he avoiding me? Demyx wondered as he went to Zexion's room. Not bothering to knock, he was not surprised to see Zexion hunched over his desk, working hard at something. He slowly started to run his hands down Zexion's shoulders before Zexion jumped a foot in the air and leapt away from Demyx. Recovering, he grinned shakily.

"Zexion, what's—" Demyx started, confused and concerned.

"I'm sorry Demyx, you startled me!" Zexion said, laughing falsely. "I was just working on my stamp collection, you know…"

"Oh that's alright-you're what?" Demyx said, approaching the desk for a closer look. Indeed the desk was littered with stamps that Zexion was arranged into a neat little book.

"Why are you doing this Zexion?" Demyx asked, concern winning out as the dominant emotion.

Zexion hesitated before dropping his gaze from Demyx's. "I just wanted to find something to pass the time," Zexion whispered.

Demyx smirked. "Is that all? I can solve that problem," he said bewitchingly as he stepped closer to Zexion.

"No!" Zexion said, abruptly stepping back. Seeing Demyx's hurt and bewilderment, he immediately reached out a hand to comfort him before pulling back. "I can't. I don't want to hurt you again."

"So you're just going to stay away from me forever?" Demyx questioned harshly.

Zexion flinched. "I don't know." He then took a portal out of his room, leaving Demyx alone.

-((a few days later))-

I can't stand this, Demyx thought to himself as he watched Zexion duck into the library again. He keeps hiding in there and I can never find him. He must have some secret hiding place that no one has ever found, he thought as he entered the quiet library.

Demyx slowly walked up and down the quiet stacks, running his hands along the spines of the books. He unthinkingly scanned the titles as he went along. The Viscount who Loved Me, Huckleberry Finn, The Lost Symbol, Ultimate Sex Positions, Catching Fire, wait what? Demyx backpedaled until he found Ultimate Sex Positions, a small picture book nestled in the shelves. Eyes widening at some of the pictures he found, he immediately started walking away with it. Zexion would love some of these, he thought gleefully before remembering his current predicament. Sighing, Demyx turned around to put the book back.

He placed it carefully on the shelf, staring at it as he let his emotions overwhelm him. You know what, he isn't allowed to do this to me! Demyx thought frustratedly as he hardened his resolve. He doesn't get to call all of the shots! We're a team goddammit! On that thought, he grabbed the book, stuffed it in his cloak pocket, and summoned a portal to Zexion's room.

I'll just wait here until he comes back—good lord, Demyx thought as he appeared in Zexion's room only to find Zexion prone on the floor surrounded by scrapbooking materials. Anger flashing, Demyx picked up a fistful of stickers and cutouts.

"Do you really think you can replace me with this?" he exclaimed. Zexion didn't answer. Demyx pulled him up, threw him on the bed, and pinned him there with his own body. Zexion tried to resist, but when Demyx wanted to he could overpower Zexion.

"Demyx, don't-"

"Don't what? Want to be with you? Please you? Want you? Love you?" he spat back. "Well I have news for you Zexion," Demyx said, leaning closer to his face, "you aren't the only one who makes that decision." He placed a searing kiss on Zexion's lips.

Zexion came up for air, panting. "Demyx, I—" he faltered.

Demyx glared at him. "What?"

"I'm scared," he whispered almost too quietly to hear. Demyx's anger immediately dissipated.

"Zexion, you have no reason to be scared. Accidents can happen this is true," he allowed, "but we'll just be more careful in the future…" he leaned forward, breathing in Zexion's ear. "We'll use the fuzzy handcuffs instead."

Zexion blushed.

Demyx grinned widely. "Now that that is settled, I need to show you this book I found in the library…"

-((END!))-

Oh god that was fun. The beginning was my favorite because it was awesome. And a glasses-clad Axel sounds like the sexiest thing ever. A bit angsty, yes, but I always think that Demyx doesn't get mad often, so when he does it's pretty much a bomb going off.

Yaay Reviews!

Looooveee!

Last one: Dollar Tree! I almost stumped myself, haha.

I'm just saying, with all these new worlds being discovered it would be logical for one of us to learn how to drive!"

~freaky-hanyou