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Second Chance to Love	By : Akuma-Sensei Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Long chapter is Long....
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The next morning, Demyx was awarded the pleasure of waking up slowly, he was warm and crushed against another body. He always felt he slept better next to Xigbar than when he slept alone. His arms were already tightly around the other occupant of the bed and as his eyes slowly opened he was met, not by the graying mass of his lovers hair, but the healthy brunette head of Sora who was fast asleep, curled nice as you please against Demyx. His brain went out of order for a moment, how the hell did he end up here?! He yanked his arms back and fell out of the large bed with a thump and “OMPH!” smacking his head against the polished wood floor.
“Just friends hm?” Zexion’s voice taunted from above him. Demyx looked up to see Zexion towering over him, arms crossed and a very evil smirk upon his face.
“How long have you been standing there?” Demyx demanded as he slowly pulled himself to his feet.
“Long enough to see that you two were quite comfortable,” Zexion continued to tease. Demyx was a little thrown off; he had never known Zezzy to be much of a teaser, or to have a sense of humor for no reason at all. Normally someone had to be in pain to extract a laugh from Zezzy. He dusted himself off and turned back to see Sora waking up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I actually came to get you, we have to talk.” Zexion continued. “I saw Riku yesterday; however he did not see me and judging by the mood he was in and the bruise on his jaw I think that was a good thing.”
“He came to take Sora away.” Demyx informed him as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make it stand up once more.
“Sora probably should have gone, now that he’s with you, if he keeps following you, he’s going to be affected by this thing as well. Riku was able to get here via the Gummi Ship, however you two fell through the darkness as I’m sure Xigbar did as well, only with implanted false memories and a history.”
“Do you think Namine is behind this?” Demyx asked in a horrified whisper. Zexion shook his head.
“I doubt it, whoever is doing this seems to want to keep Xigbar from remembering something, or someone, or keep you two apart for whatever reason. The best way to explain it is this,” and with that Zexion reached into his back pocket and unfolded a thick piece of paper into a large diagram. “This is World A, let’s say that it’s Traverse Town, this is World B right here, Godolphin. Normal people would travel through a Gummi ship like this…” here he indicated a dashed line connecting the two worlds. “You traveled like this…” now he indicated a swiggly line connecting the two worlds. “You didn’t travel TO this world, you traveled INTO this world, it’s like how we used the shadow portals. However the way that you traveled you’re somehow disturbing the natural space-time continuum of this universe.” Zexion paused to take a breath and looked at Demyx to field any questions.
He expected his former comrade to be quite confused but Demyx was examining his crude diagram with an interest that was saturated with intelligence. There were no blank stares or confused gestures, his finger idly traced the different lines as his lips silently formed the words: “to” and “into”.
“So someone is messing with me.” He finally stated his voice hard with irritation. “Someone either doesn’t want Xigbar and I together, or someone just wants to fuck with me. Either way, it’s pissing me off. I didn’t spend a near eternity in darkness wishing for a second chance to get yanked around by someone else’s whims. How do I stop this?” he demanded looking at the other Nobody.
“I don’t know; I don’t know who’s causing it or why. You said that every time Xigbar remembered you, you got pulled into another world. Apparently Xigbar’s memories control this strange mode of transportation,” Zexion theorized.
“What are you two talking about?” Sora finally asked after a lengthy yawn from the bed.
“Space-time continuums,” Demyx interjected before Zezzy could launch into a lengthy discussion about their past conversation.
“Oh…whazzat?” Sora yawned again as he fell back into the fluffy bed and curled up again. Before Demyx could answer once more, Sora was asleep.
“Some ‘Savior of the Universe’,” Zexion rolled his eyes.
“Hey he’s still a kid you know, we are too,” Demyx though prudent to remind him. Zexion suddenly stopped and peered at Demyx. Of all the curious things to say, he was right in a sense, Zexion and Demyx had been about the same age in the Organization, though he was his superior. Now they found themselves only about 20 years of age…Zexion stopped thinking too much about it, Demyx always had that way about him, he just said random things and sometimes they made sense.
“Oh yeah that reminds me, Xigbar like…he…jumped me in his office!” He told Zexion. Demyx frowned as Zezzy began to chuckle.
“I know, I didn’t tell you, revenge is sweet…we’d better get to class, leave the kid,” he jerked his thumb at the still sleeping Sora and started walking away. Demyx quickly scribbled a note to Sora and followed.
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Class that day was conducted in a crowded lecture hall in another building on campus. Zexion sat next to Lexeaus and Demyx next to him. It was quite an odd sight really; at least it would have been if anyone had known what they were exactly. Three former Nobodies in one place…sitting next to each other, Demyx chuckled.
“Demyx, heads up, it’s your stalker!” Zexion hissed as a stalk of books dropped onto the table to the right of him. He jumped in surprise and turned to see a familiar man with long black hair towering over him with a smirk.
“Back off Pheo, this seat’s taken!” snapped a voice to his left. Demyx turned to see a very pretty boy glaring down this muscular man.
“And why should I do that Toby?” Pheo’s deep voice asked smoothly as his smirk hardly wavered. Demyx began to panic, it was Morpheus, the voice was the same, the appearance was the same…everything was the same!!! He turned again towards the boy with a pleading look that clearly said: “Save me bitch!” Toby gallantly rose to the challenge. Without so much as a “how do you do” he stepped right up to Morpheus and slid his books down the row and set his own in their place. He tossed his brown locks and grinned.
“Why Peho? Because I said so,” Toby snapped as he sat down. Morpheus was livid with anger but the moment he tried to say something the professor entered and he found himself skulking away with his books, however the looks he tossed Toby were full of the promise of retribution. Toby however, wasn’t letting it affect him as he turned to Demyx. “You totally owe me now Demyx, sign up for the Talent show,” and with that he shoved a clipboard at him and waited for him to sign. Demyx however, hesitated to sign the list; he was too distracted by the aqua blue eyes staring at him. They were the same color as his own and suddenly Toby seemed to notice it too.
“When did you get contacts? Liked my eyes better didja?? Well that’s alright I suppose, hurry up and sign!” he prompted.
Demyx, like a sleepwalker signed his name and then looked at the next line. “What’s my talent?” he asked.
“Singing and playing the guitar, here let me do it!” Toby wrenched the clipboard away from him and scribbled the rest of the information down. At this point neither of the two were paying attention to the teacher.
“So I heard you ran out on Professor Braig yesterday?” Toby asked in a confidential whisper.
“How do you know about that?” Demyx hissed with a beet red face.
“Dude, I’m your best friend; I know everything!” Toby shrugged. “I met Sora yesterday, when did you meet him? He’s way too young to be in college,” Toby continued nonchalantly.
“Oh him…uh…we met at a club…through a mutual friend, I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys forever but I always forget…” He fibbed. Toby looked at him critically for a moment before nodding.
“Yeah, sounds like something you’d do,” was all he said before turning and looking at the teacher. “Oh by the way, Braig wants to see you in his office after class today. Something about your honors project, don’t forget!” he warned.
“Oh…alright…” Demyx then turned to Zexion and nudged him. “I have to see Xigbar after class today in his office, then I’ll come find you guys, I have something important to tell you,” he informed the other nobodies.
“Where do you want to meet?” Lexaeus asked.
“The Inn, you can keep Sora company,” Demyx said brightly as he turned back and paid attention to the pretty female professor for the rest of the class period. As he got up to leave he looked down at Toby with the strange sensation that he had met him before and that he really should be a girl, but he supposed that Toby was a little more flamboyant that most of the other homosexual’s he’d seen, since all the other homosexuals he knew wore black capes and gloves most of the time.
“I’ll see you tonight at the talent show!” Toby said as he dashed to the opposite direction, the same way Morpheus had gone. Demyx suddenly wondered if there was more to that relationship than Toby was letting on, but why he thought that, he didn’t quite know, unless it was his automatic thought process kicking in. With a shake of his head he exited the classroom and walked down the crowded hallway towards Xigbar’s office and knocked quietly before slowly opening the door.
“Demyx just get in here,” his deep voice was laced with irritation and raised an immediate red flag. Demyx shut the door and slowly made his way to the couch before sitting down. “Did I tell you to sit?” Xigbar practically growled, Demyx instantly jumped to his feet and dropped his bag in the process.
“NO! Um...sorry?” he said nervously playing with his hands.
“Who was that boy yesterday?” Xigbar asked without looking up from his paperwork.
“Boy…you mean Sora??” Demyx asked suddenly. Had he seen him and Sora after they had run out of his office together?
“You know Demyx, if you don’t want to do this anymore, I understand, you don’t need to go to all these lengths,” he sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “Lately it seems as if you’re not interested anymore…” he shrugged fatalistically. “Sure I understand, I’m not a young man but I thought for sure I could keep up with you, active as you are. Though I never thought that you’d go for someone that young…”
“Sora’s not my boyfriend!” Demyx suddenly found himself shouting. “He’s just my friend alright? Why does everyone have a problem with that? You and Zexion and Lexaeus and Sora’s stupid boyfriend Riku! Yeah I love him but it’s different than the way I feel about you, I mean hell, I’ve been through two worlds already trying to get you back!” he blurted out. Xigbar looked up and cocked a graying eyebrow.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Does it matter? We’re here now right! That’s all that matters to me! I want to be with you, I don’t care where, when or how! If this is where we end up that’s fine!” Demyx was now standing in front of Xigbar’s desk and leaning over it to get his point across. Though Demyx desperately wanted Xigbar to remember him perhaps it was a sign of his continuing good luck! Just before Marluxia had killed him in Traverse Town Xigbar had started remembering him, and now they were lovers in this world! One step closer, as long as Demyx was around Xigbar he was sure to remember him eventually!
“Lock the door,” Xigbar ordered as he looked back down at his paperwork. Demyx didn’t know the proper response to that order other than to follow it. He turned and locked the door with unexpected speed and agility since yesterday he had fumbled with all the knobs in this stupid place. “Come here,” he motioned for Demyx to stand in front of him and he could only imagine what was in store for him; however his thoughts were not optimistic.
Xigbar stood to his feet and looked down at him, his hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. “So you love me?” he asked in all seriousness.
“More than I could ever possibly tell you in my lifetime,” Demyx responded with such conviction he even surprised himself.
“You should move in with me then, after the semester is over and we don’t have to hide anymore. It might be tough but I really want to be with you,” Xigbar informed him.
“It was tough before…I don’t care,” Demyx said as he shamelessly threw his arms around Xigbar and kissed him. The older man immediately responded by kissing him back and grabbing him around the waist to set him on the desk. Before he knew it his shirt was lying somewhere about the room while Xigbar’s mouth scorched a long slow path around his neck and collarbone.
“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday,” he remarked as his rough hands caressed Demyx’s smooth skin.
“I had a rough night last night,” Demyx answered with a groan as his head leaned on Xigbar’s shoulder.
“Missed me did you?” he chuckled as his hands quickly divested what was left of Demyx’s clothing. Demyx reached out and after tugging off the man’s tie unbuttoned his shirt slowly. He pulled him close between his legs and kissed down his chest every time he uncovered the other’s skin. Xigbar’s large hands kneaded his shoulders and the look he gave him (if Demyx had been looking) was so satisfied and peaceful it probably would have scared him. He finished unbuttoning it and as he slipped it off his lover’s shoulders he kissed him again.
“I love you, I love you, I love you….” Demyx chanted over and over as Xigbar knelt before him and continued where they had left off yesterday. “AH!!” Demyx’s voice strangled in his throat, the hot pleasure of Xigbar’s mouth driving him mad with desire. He couldn’t even form coherent words as his hands twisted and tugged gently on his hair, encouraging him further. “AH!! No…no stop, I’m gonna….I’m gonna cum!” he moaned.
“Then cum…” Xigbar suggested with a particularly rough tug on the other’s member. Demyx spilled right then, the rough texture of his lover’s hands being his final undoing. Xigbar stood and rubbed some of his lover’s essence in and around the tight hole he planned on knowing intimately in a moment. “I love you too Demyx, more than you possibly know…” he murmured as he hitched him up and finally started to penetrate him. Demyx’s cries and moans were muffled against Xigbar’s shoulder as his fingers dug into his back, leaving bruises and red rivulets where his nails scratched at him.
“Braig…Braig!!” Demyx moaned over and over, unknowingly slipping into the consciousness he shared with this place, falling further into a trap unknowingly set for him and him alone.
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Afterwards as the two reclined half clothed on the couch Demyx nibbled on Xigbar’s neck as the other man squeezed his rump possessively. “Toby told me that you were going to play in the Talent Show, did you sign up?” he asked lazily.
“How do you know about that?” Demyx demanded with a pout. He had begun to notice in the last hour that he was able to remember things that his other self had known while here in Godolphin. It was nice to be able to remember conversations with Toby and Zexion.
“Silly, Toby’s the one that got us together in the first place; of course he knows everything that goes on between us!” Xigbar laughed before kissing Demyx on the forehead.
“Yeah I guess I’ll play, it’s tonight right? I’ll invite Sora so you can finally meet him,” he said brightly.
“Sounds like a plan kiddo, now get off and get dressed I have one more class to teach before the day is done, go get ready for the talent show and I’ll see you tonight!” he ordered with one final kiss and spank as Demyx got dressed again. “And remember, you’re moving in with me after finals, no excuses!” he ordered as the younger man prepared to leave.
“I won’t forget!” Demyx shouted happily as he pulled open the door and ran down the hall. He couldn’t wait to tell Sora about his great day! But as Demyx ran down the hall towards his brighter future another figure was looking forward to taking it all away again.
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