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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: I used an old nursery rhyme here instead of a song because I liked the words a lot and thought they fit with the story.
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What did I dream?

I do not know…

The hot desert sand was burying him.

But he didn’t care.

He was glad that he was going to die this way, suffering until his last agonized breath. After what he did to Xigbar, he deserved a fate much worse than this. The sun bore down mercilessly on his face, his eyes tightly closed against the malicious glare. “Let me die…” he chanted over and over, his lips barely moving to say the words. Then there was a shadow, and a language he didn’t understand. Hands were taking him, lifting him and he was too weak to shout at them to leave him be, he wanted to die like the dog he was.

He killed the only man he ever loved and slept with the enemy.

He wasn’t worthy to live.
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“We found him in the desert your highness, and we know that you are always looking for new servants!” the merchant was babbling. “We cleaned him up and are presenting him to you as a gift for letting us trade in your village!”

The prince looked at the young man on the couch, his eyes were closed in a drugged slumber and there was a terrible pain upon his face. “I accept your gift; put him in the Harem with the others.” He ordered a nearby guard

“Wait, your highness is putting him as a servant in the Harem? Shouldn’t he be made a eunuch first?” one of the soldiers next to him inquired.
The prince smirked.

“Whoever said he was going to be a servant in the Harem, he’s very pretty, the others should grow quite jealous of him,” he laughed deeply as he took a deep drink of sweet wine and watched as a eunuch easily picked up the boy and carried him away.

The fragments fly like chaff
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Demyx slowly opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by beautiful women. “Where am I?” he rasped, curious as to why on earth he’d be here. The last thing he remembered was being pulled from the scalding sand and then being forced to drink something, the world had gone dark after that.

“Ah so the sleeping princess finally awakens,” came the scathing reply from a raven-haired woman at the end of the couch he was lying on. Demyx slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, his moves sluggish and clumsy.

“ ’M not a princess…” he muttered as he ruffled his hair, eyes continuing to droop.

“You are now, you are the Prince’s first male Princess, is he growing tired of us?” a red headed woman wailed suddenly causing the entire place to go up in answering shouts and weeping.

“SHUT UP!” Demyx shouted as he got to his feet. He swayed dangerously but managed to keep his balance. His clothes had been changed, no longer did he find himself in the attire of Halloweentown, but rather he wore loose fitting pants with a wide sash tied around his waist. He had no shirt, easily showing off his finely muscled chest, his fingers scratched at it idly, not realizing the multitude of stares he was receiving. He looked down to see that manacle of gold had been fastened around his wrist and stamped with a strange symbol. As he looked around he found that all the women had them, they were also decked with jewels and fine glittery garments.
“They are proof that you belong to the Prince and the Harem,” a blonde woman said helpfully from the fountain. She looked oddly familiar, but it was the absence of her scowl that gave Demyx paused before he realized who he was staring at.

“LARXENE!!” Demyx shouted happily as he ran towards her, pushing women out of his way. He reached the fountain and tripped over a cushion sending him toppling over at her feet. Larxene gave a graceful twitter and looked down at him and smiled.

“Larxene? That’s not my name, but I am pleased to meet you, I am Laila!” she replied. “The prince put me here because I’m the daughter of a powerful bandit lord that he has a treaty with, though I know that he never intends to call me to his bed,” she explained with a shrug. Demyx looked at her closely, she defiantly looked like Larxene, but she was very different. He wondered what had put her here in this time and place, but if she didn’t remember the Organization then he wasn’t going to bring it up, somehow they had all been granted a second chance to live their lives; he shouldn’t try and interrupt that.
“Oh…sorry, my name is Demyx!” he introduced himself with a charming smile. “So uh…what am I supposed to do here?” he asked as he looked around at all the glaring eyes.
“Well first off, ignore all of them,” she waved her hand dismissively at the other women. “They are all catty and annoying and if you let them bully you, you’ll be miserable. Secondly, just relax and have fun, let yourself be pampered, it’s not our duty to work or serve, we are here to be beautiful!” she smiled. “I also suggest that you find yourself a hobby, I make jewelry to pass the time and if you wish, the Prince will also appoint you a tutor so that you may learn to read!”
Demyx sat there, not really paying attention to her words but staring at her face. He was happy to be somewhere where someone was not trying to kill him. The women around the room were still muttered among themselves so it didn’t take long to realize that silence had fallen when a large guard appeared at the door.
“The Prince as requested you,” his deep voice aimed at Demyx. Slowly, and among the hundreds of accusing eyes Demyx stood nervously to his feet and walked towards the guard. It would be useless to resist, he had no idea where he was and Sora and Melody had gone and even if he got away how far would he make it on his own?
Demyx followed the guard in silence until they came to a large set of doors, when the guard opened them he was admitted into a large bedchamber where a low bed sat on the floor surrounded by pillows and a white gauzy curtain. “You are to wait here until the Prince arrives,” the guard ordered as he left Demyx standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

He already knew he’d be used for sex, he knew what a Harem was. But he felt sick to his stomach, for again someone other than the man he loved, the man he had killed in Halloween Town, would use his body to attain sexual pleasure. He moved slowly over to the bed and sat down on it, his mind in a haze of self-loathing and fear. When another door opened he forced his head to stay where it was, unable to bear the shame of seeing the one that would take his body.
Maybe it was Morpheus again, it would certainly be fitting.
“My, my, my, acting like a lamb to the slaughter are we?” A well-known voice rumbled towards him. Demyx turned his head quickly to see Xigbar sit down beside him. The dark leather eye patch accented his long, free flowing grey, black hair and his smirk sent shivers down Demyx’s back. His mouth went dry as his limbs began to shake and he started crying.
Prince Xigbar, lover of a thousand women, had only ever slept with men on his long expeditions, since women were so much harder to care for on the caravan trail. So when he came home to find such a beautiful young man presented to him he had to have him. An exclusive pet for his campaigns, someone that was only his, and now his little pet was crying. He moved behind him and wrapped him in his arms tightly, radiating comfort; after all it was important that his new “Princess” liked him. “Why are you crying little one?” he purred as his lips softly kissed along the back of the other’s neck.
“I…I….I never thought I’d see you again!” Demyx sobbed before he could stop himself, but he was only greeted by the chuckling of the man behind him.
“Ah so I had an admirer out there, you loved me long ago little one?” he teased taking his thumb and gently wiping away the other’s tears. When his pet didn’t relax in his comforting embrace, he ghosted gentle kisses across his shoulder blades. “Are you a virgin then my pet?” he whispered, deeply inhaling the scent of a thousand perfumes that clung to his young lover’s body.
“No…” he sniffed, bottling the urge to shout out something ridiculous like ‘You took it back when we were in the organization’. “I’ve slept with another man before….and I hated him afterwards because he made me enjoy it, and I didn’t want to enjoy it with him…” Demyx cried softy, panic and surprise throttling his mental capacity to think.
Xigbar was rather confused; did he hate the man in question but enjoy the act? That must be it; else his tearful story would not make any sense at all. He smiled and turned his head to kiss his lips gently, his hand drifting down to caress the sharp plains of his lover’s stomach.
“I do not care who your past lovers were, you belong to me now,” Xigbar said softly as he kissed him again.
Demyx could not bring himself to relax, he felt dirty and unclean, Xigbar should not be touching him this way and he pushed away from his prince and crawled across the bed to put distance between them.

“Don’t touch me, I’m dirty…” Demyx whispered fearfully, his eyes filled with shame. Xigbar was confused again by his actions, had he not been gentle and encouraging? The women of his harem had loved him for that and then willingly given themselves to him! But then he lighted on a splendid idea, if his new lover thought he was dirty well, he would just have to take a bath!
“Dirty you say? Come with me,” he ordered as he stood from the bed and walked into the next room. Demyx followed slowly, unsure about what was going to happen next. When he stepped through the door he found a large sunken tub filled with steaming water, bath salts had been poured in to scent the water and lavender assaulted his nose. Xigbar had already waded waist deep in the water and sat on a low bench to recline. “Take off your clothes and join me,” he ordered. “And I do not believe that you have told me your name yet, what is it?” he asked, his voice soothingly calm and placating.
Demyx stood there, looking nervously at the water, he knew he couldn’t disobey the prince, and to be honest part of him didn’t want to disobey; so he stripped out of his pants and shyly climbed into the tub. Xigbar didn’t make a move to grab him. “I’m…Demyx,” he replied softly as his body erupted into pins and needles from the hot water.
“Demyx…” Xigbar sounded out his name with a delightful lilt; he very much liked the sound of it. “Demyx, there is soap and a cloth behind you, bring them to me,” he ordered. Demyx turned to see them and took the items over to him. After handing them over he watched as the prince calmly and efficiently soaped up the cloth and motioned to Demyx to come forward. When he was close enough Xigbar grabbed him and hauled him up onto his lap where he began washing him. Demyx struggled but discovered that he couldn’t get away and finally tired himself out from his struggles and slumped against Xigbar’s shoulder.
“That was a dirty trick” Demyx muttered as Xigbar washed him gently, making no sexual advances towards him. After all that he’d been through in the last few hours he could remember it was a greatly appreciated curtsey.
Xigbar continued to wash him gently, letting him fall asleep on his shoulder before finally washed the suds away with the exotically scented water. Then he stood to his feet and dried Demyx with another cloth before carrying him into the bedchamber and laying him down before drying himself off. When he was finished he slid into the bed next to him and pulled him close. Demyx, surprisingly didn’t pull away but snuggled closer allowing Xigbar to bury his nose in the other’s wet hair and breathed in the fresh clean scent. “I love you Xiggy….” he muttered in his sleep.
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The next morning Demyx felt insistent lips on his throat and shoulders. He stretched in his sleep, having the most wonderful dream. He and Xigbar were stretched under the hot desert sky. He was a stunning prince with the power to own him, and he was the little virgin slave, just waiting to be owned. “Ah…” he sighed when the lips latched onto his nipple and began to tongue and scrape against it. “Ah…Xigbar…” he sighed, body arching into his.

“Yes my little prince?” his voice growled as he licked his way over to the other nipple. He could feel the finger tips bite into his back and knew he was on the right track. “Whatever you want, I’ll let you have it…” he whispered, attempting to encourage his new lover further.

“I just want you….just you,” Demyx sighed panting. “I only ever wanted you!” he sighed pleadingly. Xigbar smiled and moved his mouth lower across the muscular stomach, was his new prince a fighter then?

“You can have me then,” he murmured raising his lips to Demyx’s as he kissed him gently, passionately. The Prince wanted him to enjoy his sexual experience this time, he wanted to erase the bad memories and replace them with good memories of him. He left little marks on Demyx’s neck as he made his way up to his lips once more.

“Xiggy….Xiggy stop teasing…” the younger man moaned. Xigbar was having a difficult time controlling himself as it was; to hear the other man pant and moan his name like that was orgasmic in its own way. He didn’t hesitate to pull apart Demyx’s legs and plunge oiled fingers inside, ruthlessly attacking the tight passage that gripped and welcomed the intrusion. Demyx cried out his name and let out a long euphoric moan. “Oh…gods yes…fuck me!” he moaned lost in the throws of his dream.

Xigbar shook with excitement as he withdrew his fingers and used the left over oil to coat his straining erection, easing his way inside the other man’s body before he began to pound into the young male underneath him. There were pants and moans and suddenly his little prince spilled himself with a guttural cry. The sight of the sparkling white drops dripping down the younger man’s stomach was a powerful aphrodisiac for the Prince and he burst forth inside his new lover with the most powerful orgasm he’d had in a long, long time. He collapsed next to Demyx, who just seemed to be waking up. Before he could panic Xigbar realized what was going on and caught him in a strong grasp.

“I told you, I do not care who you belonged to before me, you are mine now, whatever you did in your past I do not care.” He stated firmly. “Learn to forgive yourself,” he murmured kissing his forehead.

Later that day Demyx was returned to the Harem where he crawled into his own bed and lay there for many hours, thinking. “What am I going to do? I killed him, I had sex with another man and yet he tells me to forgive myself and makes me cry out in pleasure again…” he agonized as he finally accepted the darkness of sleep. “I wonder where Sora and Melody…” he yawned.

Yet strange my mind

Was tickled so,

I cannot help but laugh.
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