What a Birthday!

Finally! After three straight hours of typing, here's chapter two. Sorry, it's definately not my best work, but when you're trying to type with your brother hovering over your shoulder, your writing gets....deminished at best. So yeah, here's my Luxord and Demyx combo! Honestly, they're the best suited for each other. Oh yeah, by the way, I DO NOT own these studly Kingdom Hearts characters. Yeah, just trying to avoid lawsuit.


Blisters on the bottom of one’s foot and peeling sun-dried backs were not the way Luxord wanted to spend the day. He would proudly declare he spend the whole ride over pouting and fuming to himself. The whole, five-second dark portal ride over that is.
At the moment of arrival, balled up towels and sunscreen under one arm, picnic basket and umbrella under another, twenty-six year old blond-haired blue-eyed model bodied Luxord admitted defeat as Demyx tore down the sand strip that shared the shoreline with the waves.
“Hey Twinkie! Stop acting moronic and help me set up.”
Demyx stopped, his tan face frowning as he approached, unfazed by the scalding grains of agony. Scientifically known as sand.
“Moronic isn’t even a word, pencil-dick.” He snapped a towel and laid it out with pristine corners, all straight and even.
“It sure as hell is. It’s in Webster’s. And the Oxford Dictionary. Maybe I should buy you one. If you ever call me pencil-dick again I’ll make you wish that was your name.”
“Have you no pity on the birthday boy? And the watermelon print towel is mine.”

“Are you celebrating or mourning? Because if you keep your attitude up, it’ll be the latter.”

Demyx said nothing, which surprised Luxord. He reached down, arms crossed over his torso, and peeled his sweatshirt over his head in one fluid motion. Luxord watched with misleading awe. Demyx’s whole body was lean and tan, unnoticeable in the usual long black cloaks that were mandatory in the Organization. Obviously lugging around a large sitar as a weapon built muscle structure. They rippled and floated under his skin, much like the waves of the ocean.
Luxord was beginning to enjoy the beach in a whole different way.
Now only clad in a pair of toucan-print swim trunks, Demyx noticed Luxord’s stare. “What?” he asked, slightly alarmed. “Is something wrong?” he quickly inspected his suit, looking for tears or faded spots.
Luxord shook awake. “No, no. I was just wondering how far your tan went down your body.”
“Say what?”

“Nothing! Got swim, Baby Boy.”

“Prick.”

“Stop that.”

“Well you are.”

“I’m losing my patience, and you’re gonna be losing teeth.”

“I’m going!”

Demyx took to the water like a fish. Made sense, since he thrived on the stuff. His gift of manipulating the hydrogen-based element was far superior and complex than most of the other members of the Organization. A worthy member, Demyx had been babied almost all his life, the other members taking their time to dedicate it to Demyx, whether it may be preparing him a well balanced meal instead of cold soup straight from a can, or actually spending money to buy him a real haircut from a real barber instead of scissors in front of the bathroom mirror.
And of course, thanks to all the shielding given to the little boy, the details about certain human rituals and courtships and overall habits were spotty at best.
And nonexistent and worst.

“Luxord.” Demyx strode up, very manly-like Luxord noted, and plopped on his brightly printed beach towel. Luxord was taken aback by the way the water ran slowly down his body, tracing the hills and valleys of his muscles. More specifically, the hills of his biceps, the sharp ridges of his shoulder blades and spine, and the smooth, slightly rippled form of his torso. It was all too much. Nasty thought couldn’t help but crowd Luxord mind.
How well is his lower half toned? I wonder if he’s as big as a teenager of his age should be. He’s a man, so I couldn’t be called a pedophile if I… Does he know what sodomy is? Does he know it’s illegal in most areas? Would he care? Would I care?
“Luxord, I like you.”

Luxord’s head snapped up. “Huh?”

“You hair is as bright as the sun, and your eyes are as blue as the ocean. It’s like you’re a living example of a beach.” he drew his knees up to his chin and wrapped his long tan arms around them.

Luxord made a face. “A beach? That’s kinda weird. But I guess it’s better than reminding you of an octopus.”

“Why? Who’s like an octopus?” Demyx tilted his head to the side in confusion, too cute for his own good.

“You do.”

“I do not!”

“Sure you do. With your lanky limbs and fat head, you’d make other octopuses envious. Plus, you’re a big pussy.”

Demyx leapt at Luxord and, due to the firm mass of his body, was easily toppled. “Don’t call me that!” Demyx wrestled Luxord hard, grappling and wiggling as best he could with all the close-combat skills he had, which was slim to nil.
Luxord, with his obvious muscle advantage, pinned Demyx under him. He grinned triumphantly down at the boy, but faded quickly when he saw the mixture of confusion and seriousness on his face. Luxord swallowed hard.
“Luxord, how come you don’t like me?”

Luxord rolled off and sat up, pretending to be interested in the sun, sliced in half by the horizon. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Luxord?”

“Hm?”

“I know what I want for my birthday.”

“Do you now? Well if it costs me money, forget it.”

“Uh-uh. I want a kiss.”

“Fuck!” Luxord nearly fell over again on his own accord, the request physically dealing him a blow. “You want what?” he choked.

“A kiss. From you. And not some girly peck, I want a real kiss. A man’s kiss. Your kiss.”

Luxord almost faltered. It was every man’s dream to be the first for Demyx. He and Xigbar would actually argue on who would be the better one for ‘teaching’ Demyx, neither of them brave enough to actually take action. Now, it was an all-new ball game.

“If a kiss is what you want. Then dammit, a kiss is what your gonna get.” Demyx smiled with genuine happiness, a tint flitting across his cheeks and nose. Luxord was also nervous, but he kept his poker-face as he scooted closer to him.

“Close your eyes.” he instructed softly as he slid his hand behind Demyx’s head, cradling the underside of the skull where it met the spine. Demyx let his head lean back as his eyes slowly brushed closed, his long black lashes leaving small striped shadows on his cheekbones.
“That a boy. Now open you mouth.” he took the knuckle of his index finger and gently pressed it to the boy’s lips. They parted slowly, like a secret. They closed slightly over his finger, infinitively soft, until he opened wider. Wasting no time, Luxord dipped his head and closed his mouth over Demyx’s.
In all his years, Luxord had never experienced a kiss like this. True, the only time he ever kissed was when he got drunk and molested Saix before passing out under the pool table. So yeah, he never really had a first kiss.
Of course, it didn’t hold a candle compared to Demyx. He was a superb kisser, and he probably didn’t even know. Luxord tipped his head to one side to make access easier. When he attempted to push his tongue into his mouth, Demyx let out a small hum, almost as if he were singing as he gave in fully.
Luxord’s tongue flooded in, hard and soft, pliable and impassive and everything in between. When he figured he had given enough, he retreated and was pleased when Demyx’s tongue followed his immediately.
They both pulled back when their heads were spinning and they gasped for air.
“Wow.” was all Demyx could stammer, his face a kaleidoscope of emotions. “How come I’ve never been able to do that before?”

That did it.

“Have you ever heard of sex?”

“Well duh.”

“Smart ass. You’ll get yours.”

“Does that mean you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.” Luxord said, gently pushing Demyx back onto the towel. The sun was almost gone, but enough was left to make Demyx’s eyes glitter with lust and surprise. “I want to make love to you, make up for all those lost years where good manners kept me in check.”
He felt his arousal press into the boy’s thigh, and felt the response. “Ah, good boy.” he purred with delight as he saw the lycra fabric tented by the teenage arousal. He placed his hand, palm down, against Demyx’s stomach and slid it down slowly until it cupped over the erection. “Lesson one, complete oral.”
He slipped two fingers into the swim suit and shimmied them down, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder. He wasn’t as big as boys his age should be. He was as big as a man. So well developed, Luxord felt a twang of jealousy for a fleeting moment until he remembered it was all his. Demyx couldn’t keep eye contact, modesty making him feel embarrassed.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Here, I’ll take off my suit to make you feel better.” he wiggled out and threw his suit over with Demyx’s. “There, and since it’s just you and me, you can relax.” Which he did, to a degree. He was still slightly nervous and twitchy, and Luxord couldn’t blame him. He knew what he could do to make him feel better.
Smiling reassuringly, he gripped Demyx’s erection gently in one hand, watching the muscles in his legs and torso tighten. Still grinning, he ducked his head and placed his lips against the tip. The cry was nothing shy of glorious. The boy moaned and let his head roll back, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping over him.
This is only the beginning, Luxord thought. Slowly he let his jaw go slack as he opened wider, slipping more and more of the hot shaft into his mouth. His tongue restlessly probed and stroked as he slowly moved up and down over about three inches, letting the suction deliver memorable sensations. Finally, he removed his hand from the base of Demyx’s cock and took in all he could.
Demyx let out a shriek and bucked his hips, hard. Luxord pulled up, coughing and spluttering. “What’s wrong?” he asked, alarmed.
“Your goatee. It tickles.” Demyx giggled nervously.
Luxord chuckled. He stroked the side of Demyx’s face. “Turn around. I’m going to make love to you the way men do it. You ready?”
Demyx said nothing but set his jaw in stubborn defiance as he flipped over and bared his backside. Luxord noticed with amazement that Demyx’s tan was a full-body brown, not cut off by random limitations of clothes. And lord he had the most breathtaking ass he had ever dared dream of.
The twin mounds were perfectly smooth and taught not dimpled or creased in anyway. They were flawlessly toned, a thing of glory. He couldn’t resist himself, he wanted to taste every inch of his perfect ass. So he did that, pressing his lips against one cheek then the other, feeling Demyx quiver with pleasure and spastic reflex as his goatee tickled its way across one side of his behind to the other.
“L-Luxord! I can’t wait anymore!” Demyx cried out, pleading and shaking. Smiling, Luxord pulled back and leaned over, letting his naked chest press against the boy’s bare back. “It might hurt a little.” he whispered the warning in his hear, teasing the single earring in his left lobe. For a moment he wondered when he got permission to pierce something but dismissed it when Demyx nodded and moaned with ecstasy.
So, straightening up, Luxord slid one hand slowly down Demyx’s jaw and over his mouth, pushing his index finger into his hot wet mouth. He tried to concentrate on lubing the boy up with his own saliva, but feeling the hot squishy tongue lovingly slather over his finger and dart out to flick over the web of skin between his fingers almost drove him over the edge.
He occupied himself by pressing his face between Demyx’s cheeks and started generously applying spit, probing with his tongue until he felt the resistant ring of muscle loosen just enough to let him slide inside. He lifted his head and pulled his finger out of Demyx’s mouth and teased his opening, creeping closer then pulling away until Demyx whined and lowered his shoulders, presenting himself to be taken.
Complying, Luxord slid his lubricated fingers into the boy’s tight hole, stretching and tugging until he could go deep enough to prod against his prostate.

“Aaiiee!” Demyx almost left the sand as he leapt up, his spine as straight as an iron rod until Luxord had to physically push him back. Removing his fingers, he gripped Demyx’s slim hip and with a well aimed thrust, penetrated the virgin.
He finally allowed himself to let out the pent up moan he had been saving for this moment. He drove in over and over, his body curling over Demyx’s with every thrust. For a split second he feared he would damage the boy, but when Demyx begged him to go harder and faster, he gladly complied.
Feeling particularly gracious today, he reached around and grasped Demyx’s cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts. He felt precum coat his fingers and palm, making them slick. When he felt the familiar coils of heat building in his lower abdomen, he knew he was there but held back as best he could until he knew Demyx was at the same peak.
A loud shriek of pleasure was is ok, and Luxord released his burning hot desire deep into the boy, coating his walls and claiming him as his own, again and again until he was completely drained and fell on top of the boy.

“You’re crushing me.”

“Mmmpff.”

“Luxord?”

“Mm?”

“Promise not to get mad?”

“Huh? Why? What’s the matter?”

“My birthday’s tomorrow.”