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Title:
A Heart to Call My Own
Author:
rawkerdemyx
Rating:
M/NC-17�they mean the same in my book.
Contains:
Yaoi, lemon, romance, AU, high school fun
Summary:
Zexion, the resident emo kid in his high school, was never looking for friends.
He already had Axel and Marluxia, which was more than enough. He never even saw
the blond mullet coming. Rated for later chapters. [Zemyx]
Disclaimer:
The Kingdom Hearts series, its story and characters, belong to Square Enix in
association with Walt Disney, Inc.
A/N:
I�m so happy with the response I�ve gotten thus far! You guys are awesome! I
hope that I can continue to entertain everyone with the story as much as I have
been from what I�ve gathered from all of your reviews. Please enjoy this new
installment!
Also,
I posted a new story (�Falling from Grace�) that I actually started a long time
ago and never put up. I highly recommend it as I think it may take some
interesting turns. But, the point of this shameless self-advertising was to let
you know that updates will come, but they will go hand in hand with that story
as well, so there could potentially be delays every once in a while. I hope to
try and keep up with both! Unfortunately, ideas for new stories keep coming and
coming, and I already have two more new stories in mind as well. Ugh.
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�� Silver hair was tossed from side to
side as the smaller teen writhed on top of the sheets. He whimpered, he moaned,
and he pleaded with the boy on top of him to never stop. Their hips rocked
together and Zexion felt a thick hardness sliding in and out of his body. A
mouth was on his, a tongue teasing his own. Two pairs of hands were clutching
at sweat soaked skin as hips were thrust forward and backward in a rhythm
punctuated by the passion filled sounds escaping Zexion�s throat.
�� D-Demyx!� He cried as their lips
parted. His hair was swept back so that two lavender gray eyes darkened with
pleasure were visible. �Oh, God, Demyx�h-harder! Nnn!� Zexion nearly screamed
in bliss as Demyx thrust into his willing body. He could hear grunts coming
from the boy above him that punctuated each forceful motion of Demyx�s hips.
Zexion watched, entranced, as a droplet of sweat slid down the bridge of
Demyx�s nose to hang precariously from the tip. The drop fell and Zexion
followed the sudden urge he felt, his tongue snaking out to catch the liquid
and taste part of Demyx.
�� The blond simply moaned at the
erotic sight of Zexion nearly crying in pleasure, his breathing coming in
short, rapid gasps, and his hands clenching the silky sheets. It was not much
longer before Demyx and Zexion were calling each other�s names, their hips
crashing together at breakneck speed and the sound of skin smacking together
filling the room. Demyx suddenly grabbed both of Zexion�s hands and held them
pinned to the headboard while the smaller boy wrapped his legs around the
blond�s hips. His movements stilled and Zexion could feel the taller boy�s seed
filling his body, a warmth spreading through him and a sudden euphoria when his
own essence erupted from his manhood and ropes of it fell as high up as his
chest, the white liquid a poor contrast against his pale skin.
�� Lips met
in a loving kiss as arms pulled the two warm bodies together. Zexion and Demyx�s
mouths worked together while both reveled in the feelings of pleasure and love
that crashed over them in waves. Zexion suddenly pulled away, though, and
looked to the left of the bed. A look of confusion passed over his face as his
eyes focused on something he never expected to see in his bedroom. Without
taking his gaze away from the sight, he said, �Demyx?�
�� The blonde had shifted so
his head resting on the smaller boy�s pale chest, his ear turned down to listen
to Zexion�s heartbeat, his eyes closed, and a smile on his lips. �Yes, love?�
�� Zexion never thought the question he
was about to ask would come out of his mouth, or anyone else�s for that matter.
�Why is there a mob of emus in my room?� He paused and considered this for a
moment and then continued, �And why are they watching us make love?�
�� Sleepy lavender eyes blinked open
and peeked out from underneath a curtain of silver hair. A groan escaped the
teen�s lips as he realized that everything that had happened was only a dream.
Part of him was very unhappy that the dream was nothing but a figment of his
overactive imagination. And desperate�don�t forget desperate. Still, the
emus aren�t here�that�s a plus. Zexion smiled to himself at the
ridiculousness of that part of his dream. He wondered what it could possibly
mean to have emus in your dreams, but he did not put much stock in dream
interpretation. After all, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. He
smiled at the Freudian interpretation of the cigar combined with the feeling he
still had from his dream. He just hoped that he had not been talking in his
sleep. Or, God forbid, moaning!
�� As he lay there imagining he and the
blond teen in other erotic situations, he woke up enough to realize that
something was not quite normal. I had better not find any emus in here.
And then it came to him: he realized what exactly was amiss. He looked down
towards his midsection and found nothing but an expanse of comforter. Lifting
it slightly, he found an arm was slung over his hips with the hand attached to
it reaching underneath the hem of his shirt and tracing light circles on his
stomach. He listened carefully and heard Demyx behind him mumbling in his
sleep. Uh�this is new. Maybe�maybe I can just pretend to be asleep. He�s
probably just dreaming and felt a warm body next to his�it doesn�t mean
anything! And, he�ll be embarrassed and angry if he wakes up and sees me awake
letting him do this! Zexion turned his head away from Demyx and closed his
eyes. His breathing slowed and he tried to relax to make it believable that he
was asleep.
�� The stayed there like that for
nearly another hour. The entire time, Zexion was painfully aware of Demyx�s
hand on his stomach. To say that he had butterflies in there was an
understatement. It feels like there�s a whole battalion in there doing
military maneuvers. Still, he waited patiently for Demyx to wake up.
Thankfully, the taller boy finally removed his hand and rolled over to face the
other direction. Zexion took his chance to escape before Demyx got any friskier
and pounced on him. He slowly crawled out of bed so that he would not disturb
his sleeping friend and then he made a beeline into the bathroom, quickly
stopping to grab some clothes from the dresser and closet on his way so that he
could change in the bathroom after his shower.
�� Zexion turned on the water so that
it could heat up while he took off his clothes. He pulled the purple shirt over
his head and slipped the shorts over his slim hips. He caught sight of himself
in the mirror and stared for a moment, his eyes examining the reflection. The
silver haired teen had never liked his body; he thought he was too thin, too
short, and too pale. He brought long, thin fingers up to his chest and stared
at their reflection in the mirror as he traced the paper thin scars the crisscrossed
over parts of his chest, where no one would ever see them. Unlike some other
people, the scars he inflicted on himself were not a cry for attention, but
rather a reminder that he could feel. He had always thought there was something
missing inside of him; he was so cold and analytical most of the time, and only
Axel and Marluxia had been able to get relatively close to him at all. It�s
almost as if I have no heart�. When this idea haunted him, he would cut
himself so that he could feel the pain. Feel anything.
�� His eyes roamed over his
body a moment longer until he saw that there was steam clouding the mirror. He
turned around and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded over his
alabaster skin while steam rose off of his flesh. Pale white blossomed into
pinks and reds as his skin burned with the heat from the searing water pouring
down on him. Zexion ran his hands along his body, his muscles relaxing under
his soft touch. He grabbed the soap and ran it scrubbed himself, the bar
leaving vanilla scented bubbles in its wake. His hands traveled lower down his
body, his fingers brushing against his straining erection. A moan escaped his
lips as his eyes slid shut and he imagined Demyx�s chest pressed against his
back, the blond teen�s fingers grasping his manhood.
�� Zexion took his time in the shower,
eventually washing the evidence of his activities down the drain. Realizing how
late it must have been, he made a concerted effort to hurry before Demyx woke
up and thought he was doing something personal in the shower. Even though
he�d be right�. He finished washing his hair with his blackberry shampoo
and conditioner, then turned off the water. He dried himself off and then got
dressed. After styling his hair, he opened the door to find Demyx awake and
sitting up in bed waiting for him.
�� Hey, there�� the taller boy said,
his voice muffled by a yawn.
�� Zexion allowed himself a small
smile, a smirk really, but quickly hid it before the other boy could notice. To
his surprise, the expression on his face had been genuine, not the kind that he
put in place so that others would not be concerned for him. �Good morning.� He
walked towards the bedroom door and then looked over his shoulder. �I�m going
to get some breakfast. You can shower then come down when you�re done.�
�� Demyx gave him a toothy grin and
replied, �Thanks, man! I�ll be down in a jiffy!�
�� The silver haired teen rolled his
eyes at Demyx�s way of speaking and just walked out of the room. As he walked
into the kitchen, he paused and remembered that he did not normally eat
breakfast. It must have just slipped my mind. Huh. What would Demyx want to
eat though? He looked around and considered a few things that he could make
for Demyx. Well, he seems like a scrambled eggs and bacon kind of guy�plus,
that�s really the only thing I can cook. Oh, and toast. So, Zexion rummaged
through the refrigerator and pulled out several eggs, some milk, and a few
pieces of bacon. He cracked the eggs open and combined them into a bowl.
Whisking them together, he poured in some milk, and added salt and pepper to
the mixture. He heated up two skillets and put the eggs in one, the bacon in
the other. While that started to cook, he quickly found some slices of bread
and put them in the toaster. I hope he likes sourdough.
�� Demyx walked into the kitchen just
as the toast popped out of the toaster while Zexion was piling the bacon and
eggs onto a plate. He turned around to find the blond teen standing there
looking a bit awkward. He could not quite put his finger on what was different
until he spontaneously blurted out, �Your hair!�
�� He was rewarded with a goofy smile
as Demyx explained, �You don�t have any gel strong enough for me to style my
hair, so I just blow dried it instead.� AS he sat down, his now limp hair
flopped casually over his eyes and he brushed it out of the way.
�� Zexion could not help but stare at
Demyx and how soft his hair looked. Snapping out of it, he said, �Here, I made
you something to eat.�
He placed the food in front of taller teen and
watched as a look of hunger passed over his face. Demyx looked up at the silver
haired boy and said, �Wait, aren�t you going to eat something?�
Zexion blushed a little bit at Demyx�s concern for
him, but brushed it off and said, �No, I don�t eat breakfast.� At Demyx�s
incredulous look, he continued, �I usually don�t have time in the mornings, so
I�ve gotten used to skipping it.�
Demyx pondered him a moment more before saying,
�Are you sure you�re not one of those anorexic emo boys?�
His question earned him a steely glare from the
smaller teen. �I�m not anorexic, thank you, I�m just naturally thin!�
Demyx simply smiled in return and put his hands up
in front of himself in a defensive manner. �I�m just teasing! Really!�
Zexion still glared as he sat down opposite his new
friend; however, watching him eat with such gusto and thoroughly enjoy the food
that Zexion had made for him, the smaller teen quickly forgave him. They
chatted idly while Demyx ate and discussed things ranging from bands they liked
to what each of them might want to do after high school, to any number of other
things. Finally, once Demyx was done eating, the conversation turned to
something Zexion instantly dreaded. I hate having to come up with something
to do!
Demyx suggested that they go to his house and spend
the day there, since he felt like he had imposed on Zexion�s hospitality and he
should reciprocate. Taking the easy way out, Zexion quickly agreed to this so
that he would not be the one responsible for having ideas for what they could
do during the day. They packed up Demyx�s things and got in the car to drive to
his house.
Pulling into the driveway, Zexion took care to park
to the side of the car already there so that he would not block anyone�s
departure. Demyx showed him inside and Zexion had the immediate pleasure of
meeting the blond�s mother. She appeared to be a fairly nice woman who loved
her son dearly, but she also gave off the air of someone who was very rushed.
Zexion could see where Demyx got his looks though. The woman had blonde hair that
hung to midway down her back, shining blue eyes, and stood as tall as Demyx, if
not taller. I feel like a Lilliputian.
Demyx announced that they would be going to his
room to �hang out� for a while if she needed him. The blond teen led him down a
hallway and took him to the last door on the left. He opened the door for
Zexion who took his cue to step inside. He stood there for a moment almost
hypnotized by Demyx�s room. While Zexion�s room may have been larger, Demyx�s
had just as many poster and nick-knacks, just as many CDs, a television, a
computer, and any number of other seemingly random items that one accumulates
over time, and they were more closely packed in this room which made everything
look more impressive.
Zexion took notice of the color scheme in Demyx�s
room and decided to ask about it. �Blues and greens, eh?� The smaller boy had
to admit that it all served to compliment Demyx�s eyes quite nicely. He had to
make an effort to not be sucked into those ocean colored pools.
Demyx smiled at his comment and said, �Yeah,
they�re my favorite colors.�
And then Zexion�s eyes fell on the most interesting
thing in the entire room, or at least he thought it was the most interesting.
An instrument, almost like a guitar, sat in a corner next to Demyx�s bed. While
it shared several features with a guitar, there were some obvious differences,
and Zexion was immediately captivated. �What�s this?�
Demyx�s smile widened as his gaze took in the
instrument. Zexion could tell that he had some kind of emotional connection
with the stringed instrument, and he envied that feeling. The rational part of
him even admitted that he might even be a little jealous. I wish someone
would look at me like that. He dismissed the thought as he watched
Demyx pick up the instrument lovingly. �This is my baby�it�s a sitar.�
Zexion noted the name of the instrument so he could
research it later. Thank God for Wikipedia. He was examining Demyx�s
music collection when the next few words out of the blond�s mouth made his head
snap around.
�Maybe I should play something for you sometime.�
Demyx simply stated.
The silver haired teen�s mouth hung slightly open
at this. Demyx said it so offhandedly, almost like it was nothing to him. But,
to Zexion, it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. And all Demyx
has said was �maybe I should play something for you sometime.� Maybe. He
had not even played anything in front of him yet, and Zexion was floating on a
cloud. �I-I�d like that.� Damn it, why do I stutter when I�m around him?
Demyx just kept smiling. After some time, they
finally found something that was agreeable to both of them, though perhaps more
to Demyx and less to Zexion. The blond had asked if Zexion had any favorite
videogames, and upon hearing that he had never played any, the taller boy took
it as a challenge to introduce him to the world of gaming and make sure he
enjoyed it. The shorter of the two thought that such exercises were rather
pointless, but he humored the boy if for no other reason than that he was too
cute to turn down. Wait, cute?
Pouring over Demyx�s collection of videogames was a
rather time consuming process, but he finally found one that sounded
interesting to him. �Hey, I�ve heard about this�what�s it about though?�
The blond glanced up from the stack of games and
said, �Final Fantasy? Well, each one�s different�that�s Final Fantasy X.�
�Oh�� was all Zexion could say. Usually he was
quite knowledgeable in all situations, but he was lost when it came to this. To
be honest, he was rather embarrassed with himself and his ignorance when it
came to something that Demyx was so passionate about.
�Hey,� Demyx said, �let�s put it in and see what
you think.� He snatched the game from Zexion�s grasp and pulled out the disc.
Slipping it into the PS2 drive, he turned on the television and handed the
controller over to the silver haired boy. �Here you go, Zexy!�
Zexion grimaced at the mutilation of his name, but
deep down inside, a small part of him smiled and said, �You know, it really
doesn�t sound so bad when he says it.� He squashed the inner voice and looked
into his hands where the controller stared back at him menacingly. There were
so many buttons and control pads that he was not sure where to begin. And
suddenly, he felt hands over his own. He looked up to see Demyx sitting behind
him, the taller boys arms draped around him, and the blond�s hands covering his
own.
�Here, let me help you with that.� And there was
that ever-present smile.
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