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Second Chance to Love	By : Akuma-Sensei Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Wow…you’re doing well! Having fun?”
“No…not really, well I mean, maybe…”
“Well come on spit it out, I know you’re having fun ‘cause I can see it in your face!”
“Shut up Roxas!”
“You’re blushing now? Wait till I tell Axel!”
“You found Axel?”
“Well, Axel found me…I can’t wait to see you!”
“Wait Roxas! Come back!”
~*~
Demyx woke with a start in the bright light of midday. After all this time he’d had another dream about Roxas. It had been very different this time though; together they were sitting on the roof of the train station in Twilight Town. Roxas looked happy too, and he said that Axel was there. They hadn’t really said anything important; however Demyx had the sudden urge to go to Twilight Town.
It had been a week since the start of their journey and his days had fallen quickly into a comfortable pattern. During the day he would sleep in his wagon, oblivious to the jolts and sudden jerks as they plodded across the scalding desert sands. After dark he would eat from Xigbar’s fingers and then they would make love late into the night before falling asleep in each other’s arms. But Demyx always woke up alone, he begged Xigbar to stay with him as he prepared to leave this morning, but the prince had just smiled and kissed his forehead.

“I have to lead the caravan little prince, so that my men will respect and follow me willingly. I will see you tonight.” And with that he had left and the still exhausted Demyx fell back to sleep, where he dreamed of Roxas.
Demyx pouted and sighed and shifted his way around his wagon this day not exactly sure why. He just felt…uncomfortable all of a sudden, like something was coming, but not exactly here.
But he was not the only one.
Outside the caravan the horses moved uneasily and people’s nerves were on end. Xigbar hadn’t told Demyx but they were being followed by bandits, had been followed for a few days now; he could see Demyx fidgeting out of the corner of his eye behind his curtains he sighed. If they wanted to get past the bandits he needed to get Demyx out of the wagon, as it would dead weight in a chase, the driver could cut the reigns and escape so that wasn’t an issue. He pulled back and sauntered along the back of the wagon, finally leaning over and opening the flap a little, “Demyx,” he murmured.
Demyx popped his tousled head out of the gap, happy that he had come to talk to him. “Hey Xiggy!” he smiled, eyes squinting in the harsh light of the sun. Xigbar was forced to smile despite the situation at hand; his lover was so innocent and cute.

“Put your blanket around your waist, you are going to ride with me today,” Xigbar said casually as if nothing were wrong and he simply wanted to enjoy his company. They were coming upon a canyon that funneled into Agrabah and marked another week until their journey was over. Funny, Xigbar had thought it would have taken much longer. But regardless of the time, the canyon would be the ideal place for the bandits to strike.

Demyx smiled as he eagerly scrambled back into his wagon and wrapped his thin blanket around his waist a few times before popping out again where Xigbar easily caught him and pulled him in front of him on the horse, wrapping him in his robe against the hot desert sun. Demyx didn’t realize it but he was so small compared to his surroundings that it appeared that he wasn’t with Xigbar at all. The wagon rolled away as Demyx snuggled against Xigbar’s chest and made little purring noises at the steady thumping of Xigbar’s heart could be felt against his spine.

At first Demyx was excited to be outside the wagon, he lifted up a pale arm and laughed as the sunlight caught off his gold bracelets and made small lights in the sand. He and Xigbar hardly talked but every once in awhile he felt the other’s hands drift up his leg in a soft caress. However as the day wore on Demyx began to grow uncomfortable sitting in such an awkward position in the saddle. “Xiggy…” he sighed.

“Yes Demyx?”

“Not to…uh, sound prissy and girly and whiney but…can I go back to my wagon now?” he asked hopefully.

“No…you can’t Demyx I’m sorry, you see we’re being followed by bandits and I can’t let you stay in that wagon. When they attack us we need to get around and through them without getting killed.” He explained with all the finesse of the great lover that he was. He did not need his prince to be frightened and to cause trouble when the time came; he’d had men killed because of a princess’s actions.
Demyx froze against him and then Xigbar felt him tremble violently for a moment before he seemed to calm down again and relaxed against him. “Alright, but you have to let me fight if the time comes,” he declared in a matter of fact voice.

“Absolutely not! I would not risk your life for some foolish notion that you can fight!” Xigbar instantly objected, horrified at the thought of letting his little prince get himself dirty in the heat of battle.

“But I can, I’m strong enough!” Demyx countered quickly, growing irate at the thought of being a “damsel in distress”. Namine had told him stories about princess locked in castles and how the prince’s had rescued them and Demyx certainly did not want to be a princess in distress, though he had often daydreamed Xigbar was…

“No, you’re not! You are just a young man; you have never been in war or seen battle! My little prince I appreciate and love you for your willingness to help me fight but the fact of the matter is you just can’t!”
“I can too Xigbar!” Demyx shouted, angry tears unbidden, spilling down his cheeks. It was the same fight, only in a different place. His lover still didn’t think he was strong enough to fight beside him.

To fight for him.

The caravan momentarily paused after Demyx’s outburst and Xigbar suddenly regretted not covering his lover’s mouth, his comment had very disrespectful, not to mention that he had addressed him with his name and Xigbar shouldn’t be allowing that to happen. Demyx needed to be punished; his men would expect it after all. But before Xigbar could figure out what to do, Demyx struggled out of the saddle and fell with a soft plop in the yellow sand, his skin turning red where he dusted it off. “I’m strong enough to fight you or anyone! And I won’t die this time trying to prove it!” he snapped turning and running across the sand to give himself some space, he’d show Xigbar once and for all he was strong enough to fight, all he needed was his sitar and then he’d be able to do it!
The stunned Xigbar was frozen to the spot after that outburst and allowed Demyx to get quite far before he took off after him with a frustrated shout. Why did it seem so important to catch him before he vanished? To say he was sorry? Why on earth would be sorry? He meant what he said, Demyx couldn’t fight he wouldn’t let him fight! But he had looked so hurt, so vulnerable, but why…why this feeling that if he didn’t get to his little prince in time he would be gone forever? Xigbar felt that if he couldn’t reach Demyx he would be physically ill.
But then Demyx had stopped just before him. Xigbar urged his horse to go faster. Demyx was saying something, raising his hand but before Xigbar could fully understand what he was doing something popped out of the sand beside Demyx and grabbed him. Xigbar’s horse reared and it took all his strength and concentration for him to get the stallion under control before he was able to understand what had happened. He stared in horror as the bandit pulled off his head covering and spilled sand down Demyx’s back, an arrogant smirk dancing across his face.
“XEMNAS!” Xigbar shouted as the white haired bandit finished hauled the struggling Demyx onto his camel.

“Stay where you are Prince Xigbar or I will kill him,” Xemnas ordered as a steel blade was pressed to Demyx’s throat. Demyx stilled instantly, his frightened eyes flying towards Xigbar. Xigbar didn’t know what to do, for the first time in his life he was very confused. One part of him wanted to rush in and save Demyx whom he was very sure he loved by now. The other part was the calculator, wanting to wait till the most opportune moment before getting his beloved back and striking the Bandit King a serious blow.

“XIGGY!” Demyx shouted at him when he had not answered or moved for what seemed an eternity. Xemnas pressed the blade closer to his vulnerable flesh and he stilled, knowing one wrong move would spill his blood on the sand.
“I will find you Xemnas, and take him back,” Xigbar vowed angrily. Demyx made a noise akin to something small being crushed and turned away, tears cascading once again down his cheeks. He wasn’t even going to try now? Why even bother? “Demyx…look at me,” Xigbar implored. Demyx couldn’t, he would loose his resolve, he wanted to be angry and wanted to stay angry. This Xigbar didn’t love him. Had any of them…even the one he left behind? “DEMYX!” Xigbar roared at the top of his lungs, an angry shout that would have made lesser men loose their composure.

“Don’t speak to me!” Demyx shouted at him.

“AH HA! Looks like the little prince doesn’t want to go back with you anyway my dear Prince Xigbar, I’ll be taking him now, and the gifts you’ve brought for your sultan, I leave you with enough food and water to get to Agrabah, after that…if you wish to come and get your lover you will have to come and get him…that is, if you’re still going to want him…” Xemnas smirked as his other hand raked up Demyx’s leg towards his crotch. The younger man cried out in sudden pain and surprise. Xemnas said nothing else but turned and galloped into the sun, his mocking laughter carried in the wind blowing through the vast and empty desert.
Xigbar stood there for several minutes as the bandits quietly took their jewels and some of the horses. Then he galloped back and lost his stomach contents behind a few boulders before he collapsed. Why had he froze like that?! Why couldn’t he have engaged Xemnas in battle? Something unbidden and primal had risen up within him. Something instinctual, one did not cross Xemnas and live…why had that repeated in his mind over and over as he watched his lover being held at sword point? Was he willing to just abandon him to the Bandit King? No…but he couldn’t do it alone; he would go to Agrabah and beg the sultan for help. That was the only way to get Demyx back.
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To say that Demyx was growing tired of being kidnapped would be an understatement. He was so pissed off at the moment that he could hardly voice his displeasure to the Superior, excuse me…“Desert Bandit King”. Demyx wanted nothing more than to strangle him as they plodded across the desert. Especially after he had touched him that way! The sudden feel of nails raking across his skin was at the same time painful and pleasurable. The sun rose high in the sky and without anything to protect him Demyx began to grow dizzy with the heat. Just before he thought he would pass out they were suddenly surrounded by shadows. Demyx looked around in his haze. It appeared that they had entered a canyon with a series of caves. Other men and women had emerged from them and were watching with interest as Xemnas slid off the camel and took Demyx down, carrying him gently into rather large cave, lavishly decorated with the riches of his escapades. He set Demyx down on a wide bed made entirely of pillows and went to get him some water, which Demyx drank greedily. Then, hardly to Xemnas’ surprise, he passed out.
Xemnas watched the sleeping boy that Xigbar had called Demyx. He was beautiful, in an innocent way. His soft smooth skin was surprisingly fair and untouched by the sun, his dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes as he turned and sensually stretched in his sleep, mouth parted with a soft groan of pleasure. Xemnas hadn’t had a male lover in a very long time and wondered if now was a good time to take one.
He felt he knew this boy somehow, and that unfamiliar yet familiar feeling bothered him to no end. From where did he know him, what had they done together? He watched him sleep for another few moments before going off to smoke his opium pipe. He needed to reflect on the day and what Xigbar must have felt watching this boy being carried away. Xemnas had to smirk in spite of himself; he loved getting the best of Xigbar.
~*~
In Agrabah, Riku and Sora still hadn’t stopped fighting and were indeed getting ready to kill one another when Aladdin announced that Prince Xigbar had arrived. Sora ran after the former thief and then past him while Riku strolled along contemplating why the hell Demyx was so important to Sora.
As he finally entered the throne room Mickey and the others were restraining his friend as he stood there screaming at Xigbar and struggling to smite him with his Keyblade. “HOW COULD YOU LOSE HIM!! He’s been looking for you!” Sora was very upset and finally shoved away from the others and ran past Riku into parts of the palace unknown. Riku looked at the dirty and downcast looking prince.
“Do you know what he’s talking about?” he asked him in his deep voice.

Xigbar said nothing and in fact did not even move. Riku shrugged; maybe it wasn’t his business to know what was driving this prince to not speak, or to barely even look at him. He sighed and went to cool his head before he resumed his feud with Sora. That stupid kid, didn’t he know he was just worried about him? He was so oblivious all the time and worse than that, he had such a large and kind heart that it made him accept everyone with a sob story! After he and Demyx had vanished from Traverse Town Riku had been worried sick about him and finally managed to find him in that Godolphin World and stupid Sora had refused to come with him!

As he walked down the empty, but spacious hallways, hands clenched and shoved deep into his pockets he thought he heard crying. At first he thought it was a younger boy and it took him a minute to realize that it was Sora, sobbing his heart out as he cuddled the black shadow named Melody. As he came into the room where his friend was crying the other boy looked at him, absolute misery etched across his face.

“Why do you care so much?” Riku finally demanded angrily as he approached Sora. Melody instantly took on a defensive role and started screeching at Riku, berating him for what he had done to Sora

“Because we’re the same!” Sora defended immediately, his voice effectively hushing the shadow’s verbal attack.

“I don’t see how, he’s just a Nobody! It’s probably a trap; he’ll kill you in your sleep! You’re not the same at all!” Riku continued to argue.

“I LOOKED FOR YOU TOO!” Sora screamed at him as he jumped off the bed and rushed at him, pummeling him with his fists. “All that time, in the darkness, going to the other worlds, I didn’t want to save the world or be a Keyblade master! I just wanted to see you again, I wanted to rescue you and take care of you, so you would know that I…I…” Sora fell against his chest crying again. Riku hadn’t fought back against the blows and looked down at him with a renewed sense of interest.

“You what Sora?” he asked gently, no malice in his voice for the first time in days.

“I…love you…” Sora murmured brokenly. Now it was Riku’s time to be speechless. Of all the things he expected, when he actually said it, it was like a sudden jolt to his chest. “And when you said in Traverse Town that you weren’t my boyfriend after everything we’ve done together, it pissed me off!” Sora admitted; anger laced in his raspy voice.

Riku reddened and shook his head, it hadn’t really been about Demyx at all, this fight Sora was waging with him. He was hurt because of the stupid comment Riku had made. Slowly he put his arms around Sora and cradled his sniffling form. What should he even say to that? He sighed and rubbed his chin against Sora’s forehead, thinking deeply. “I’m sorry Sora…I never meant to hurt you that way, I didn’t know that stupid comment would hurt you so much,” he murmured. “If you really want to find Demyx I’ll help you, but I’m still convinced that it’s a trap,” he informed him.
“Oh…okay…” Sora’s voice faltered a little.
“Oh yes, and one more thing,” Riku began in a tone of voice that Sora knew promised a lecture. Sora looked up at him, resent swimming in the back of his eyes. “I love you too,” and with that Riku kissed him, deeply. “How about I prove it to ya?” Riku smirked.
“No…Riku, Melody’s watching,” Sora whispered with flushed cheeks as they both turned to see Melody staring at them with avid interest.
“Let her watch,” Riku shrugged as he leaned in for another kiss.
“Riku, she’s really smart! It’s like having a little kid watch us!” Sora protested, Melody made encouraging chirping noises but Sora shook his head. “Why don’t you go and play with Donald?” Sora suggested as Riku leaned in again to kiss his throat, hand already working to unzip Sora’s clothes. Melody slunk away making musical muttering noises before she snuck into the shadows to continue watching, after all, that boy had made Sora cry! She had to protect Sora or Demy would be mad at her!
~*~
While Riku and Sora were cementing their relationship once more, Xigbar was bathing and thinking. He had asked the sultan for his help but he was conferring with Aladdin and the strange mouse king. As he bathed he could only think of Demyx and what he was suffering at the hands of Xemnas. He put his head in his hands and growled deeply, he should be more composed than this! What was it about Demyx that made him throw caution to the wind, to beg the sultan for help, to want to kill another man so badly that it scared him? He didn’t know, but he wanted to find out.
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