The Passionate Beat

The Passionate Beat
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Chapter Three

Warning: I don’t own the characters, Kingdom Hearts, or Squeenix…so I don’t make money off of this…which is a shame.
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The music surrounded everything as the five friends entered the slightly crowded night club. Rainbow banners hung everywhere, glow sticks being handed out like candy, everything added together to create an overly gay atmosphere and something about it made Demyx forget all his problems and smile widely. There was nothing more that he could have asked for on his birthday. This was somewhere he could be as open as he wanted, and be exactly who he wanted to be, not feeling any pressure to conform to any image or anything like that.

“This is awesome!” Demyx exclaimed with a grin, glad to be sharing such a special night with such great friends.

“Aww, is little Demy having fun already?” Axel smirked, wrapping an arm tightly around his best friend’s shoulders. Demyx just grinned in agreement.

“I think that he just wants to pick up,” Roxas chucked, clutching onto Axel’s hand, uncaring of the attention that his boyfriend was giving their friend. And the younger twin was already starting to sway back and forth to the sound of the beat, meaning he wouldn’t be around long anyway.

“Roxy…do you feel that music?” Sora cried out over the sounds, his whole body moving, arms held up over his head and waving back and forth. The blond twin then moved away from his boyfriend, rushing over and grabbing Sora by the arm as he dragged him out onto the dance floor, not waiting for anyone else.

“So, do you guys want to go up and see Zex now or wait until later? I promised that I would let him know that we were here,” Riku commented, letting it slide that his boyfriend was now on the dance floor grinding to the loud bass line of the song against his brother.

“Hey, if we go up now, do you think that we can get him to dedicate a set to Demykins for his birthday?” Axel’s voice was only getting louder with the increased volume of the music, but it was honestly exactly what Demyx needed to get his mind off of everything else today.

“We might as well go up and get it done with now before we get too into things,” Demyx agreed, not pushing Axel’s arm off his shoulders. Sometimes, it felt good to be held, even if it was by someone that you have known since you were seven.

“Alright. Come on, this way,” Riku nodded, not bothering to let Sora and Roxas know where they were going. After all, they were off in their own little world, dancing and rubbing all over each other, drawing a small crowd of horny men that were enjoying the sight of the petit twins getting it on with one another. Frankly, Demyx didn’t want to be anywhere even close to them when the dirty old men decided that they wanted to see more than just some bump and grind.

The group of three continued to push their way through the crowded dance floor, Riku in the lead as he actually knew where he was going. Axel had pushed Demyx in front of him, but still held onto his shoulders, not wanting to lose the thin blond so early in the night. Eventually, they came to a stop in front of a large DJ booth, a single person standing behind it, hiding in the shadows, mixing and scratching the records so fluidly that Demyx was taken aback by the sheer amount of skill that they were displaying.

Wanting to look at the person, Demyx lifted his eyes to look behind the station. He was surprised that DJ wasn’t actually hiding in the darkness; they were wearing a long black cloak, the hood pulled up to obscure their face. But eerily enough, around the DJ’s neck and wrists were glowing rainbow glow sticks. Well, what better thing to have at a pride night that a gay, or at least supportive DJ.

“Hey, Zex!” Riku called over the blaring music, waving to get his cousin’s attention. From the bobbing of the glowing ring, Demyx could tell that the DJ had definitely acknowledged his silver haired friend, but he didn’t stop spinning. Riku looked over at his two friends, both of which were looking at him strangely. “He’ll be down as soon as he finishes the set!” The music was so much louder over here, and nothing short of yelling would be heard.

Demyx nodded with a smile as Axel’s arms wrapped around his stomach from behind, pulling his back flush up against the redhead’s front. It gave Demyx a great view of the dance floor, and of course the crowd that Sora and Roxas had gathered. The two were still grinding against one another, hands running along arms, backs, sides, asses, anything they could reach. But something else had caught the blond’s eye. Earlier, both twins had been wearing button up shirts, and now they were missing those outer shirts, white t-shirts clinging to their petit bodies. And even from this distance, Demyx could make out the bold black writing on the backs of their shirts.

“Twincest seme? Twincest uke? What the crap is up with those shirts?” the blond asked his best friend as they swayed in time with the pounding beat.

“Hehe,” Axel chuckled, looking over to the silver haired teen with a smirk. “It means that Riku buys all my drinks tonight. Told you that Roxas would act the seme tonight.” He called over the music.

Riku just growled and flipped the redhead off. “Shut up, fucktard. I thought for sure that after the incident at the beach, Roxas would let Sora be the seme tonight.”
Before Axel could come up with some witty comeback, the music slowed down slightly, and the whole mood changing. It was almost as if because it was just the house music, the energy in the club had dropped substantially. Well, except for the two twins that shouldn’t be moving like that up against one another.

“Give it up for your Cloaked Schemer!” a voice cried over the sound system, drawing screams, whistles and various other noises from the steadily growing crowd. When the loud roar of the crowd died down as people continued to dance to the house music, Demyx watched as the black cloaked figure moved from behind the station, walking down the steps along the side, down towards where Riku, Demyx and Axel were standing.

“Riku. You came.” The voice was obviously male, and Demyx couldn’t help but be a little curious as to why the heavy hood was still hiding the DJ’s face from view.

“Of course. See, its Demyx here’s birthday. What better way to celebrate than at Pride night at a bar you can get into free because you know the DJ.” Riku smirked, no longer needing to holler to be heard over the music.

“Knew that there had to be a catch.” Demyx could swear that he heard the DJ roll his eyes at the statement. And judging by the glare that Riku sent his way, the blond knew that his laughter wasn’t as contained to his head as he thought.

“Anyway, Zex, this is Axel, and Demyx.” Each man nodded as their name was said, reaching out to shake the offered black clad hand that was offered to them. “Guys, this is my cousin Zexion, or as he is known here, the Cloaked Schemer.”

“Hi, Zexion,” Demyx smiled, receiving a small nod of the head from the DJ.

“Dude, why do you still have your hood up? It’s like a billion degrees in here,” Axel questioned bluntly. And just from the angle of his head, Demyx just knew that Zexion had to be glaring at Axel. And Axel being the ignorant asshole he always was didn’t even seem to notice.

“Legality issues.” The simple answer caused Demyx to cock his head to the side in confusion. Riku just chuckled.

“Strictly speaking, Zex is only 18, so he legally isn’t allowed in here for another year. So, as long as he plays the part of the enigmatic mystery, and people don’t see his face to see how young he really is, there is no reason why he can’t get away with it. Besides, he thinks that his cloak is cool.” This time, Zexion just turned around and punched his cousin in the arm. That’s when the blond notice just how, well, small Zexion was. If Demyx was any judge, he figured that the DJ wouldn’t even come up to his chin. It was obvious that against Riku, Zexion barely was up to the silver haired teen’s shoulders. But at least none of them were as short as Sora and Roxas’ meagre 5’2”.

“So, Riku, you still with that pint sized ball of energy?” Zexion was casual with his question, leaning up against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

“Of course.” This time, Riku’s smile was a genuine one, and that was probably scarier than any smirk that the blond had ever seen on his face.

“What about his twin? Has there been anyone crazy enough to try and tame that one yet?” Zexion continued, playing with the glow bracelets that hung around his gloved hand. If Demyx didn’t know any better, it almost seemed as if the DJ was nervously fiddling with things. He wished he could at least see this guys face, and then he could maybe get a better idea of what this guy was really like.

And from behind him, Demyx heard a deep rumble of a growl that erupted from Axel’s chest. “What do you mean crazy enough to tame that one?”

Riku just snickered. “Zex, Axel and Roxas have been together for just over a year now. So, he is taken.”

“Finally.” The hooded teen gave a single breath of laughter at the answer. “Wait, you mean that the two of you aren’t together?”

Demyx’s face snapped up to look at the newcomer. Zexion was pointing between Axel and Demyx. The shrouded face was now pointed between the best friends, and Demyx could somewhat see inside of the dark hood, thanks in part to the glow sticks that were draped around his neck. The neck and chin were brightly lit, revealing a slender silhouette. Looking up the glowing face, Demyx noticed illuminated hair covering one side of his face and one eye, while the other half of his face was obscured by a black mask.

“Us? As in me and Demy? And you fucking on blow?” roared Axel, laughter in his voice, yet he didn’t release his friend from his arms. And Demyx wasn’t exactly complaining either. It felt nice to be held.

“Sorry, but we have just been friends for a really long time.” Demyx joined in with his friend’s laughter, Riku joining in as well.

Zexion just shrugged. “Could have fooled me. Riku, did you guys walk here?”

“Yeah, we just parked at your parents. We just walked down. You sure that it’s alright that we are all staying there tonight while your parents are away?” Riku asked, crossing his arms over his own chest.

“Yeah, they told me to get someone to come over and stay anyway. As long as you don’t puke on the carpet or leave cum stains on the furniture, all should be good,” The DJ commented, his voice still holding a very indifferent tone.

Both Axel and Riku visibly blushed at the comment, while Demyx just burst out into giggles. “He knows both of you way too well!” the blond laughed, basically being held up by just Axel’s arms.

“Watch it Dem, or you will have no chance to pick up anything tonight,” Axel growled through his embarrassment.

It sounded like the DJ laughed a little as well, but over the still fairly loud music, it was hard to tell. “Moving on…” he trailed off, looking down over the dance floor of his club. “So, where are the twins? I thought that you would have brought them.”

“Oh, we did. They are down there in that crowd,” Riku sighed, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. There on an elevated platform were the two teens in question, still dancing up a storm, earning whoops and hollers from the crowd surrounding them. They were still grinding up against one another, though now Sora had one leg hooked up around his twin’s hip, with his arms wrapped around the blond’s neck. Roxas on the other hand was definitely acting as the more dominate one, his hands squeezing firmly at his brother’s jean clad ass.

“They are still playing up that whole twin incest thing?” the hooded man just shook his head. “Doesn’t that bother you guys at all?”

“Bother us? Are you fucking blind under that hood man? Can’t you see how fucking hot this is?” Axel cried, taking one hand to take his turn to point down at the grinding brothers just as Sora let out a loud moan that the four men could hear over the music, even all the way up on the DJ platform.

“How into it do they actually get?” the DJ asked in disbelief, completely surprised at what they were doing down there. And as if they had heard Zexion’s question, Roxas dove in and captured his brother’s lips with his own. “You’ve got to be kidding me. And you two allow them to do this?”

Riku and Axel both at least had the grace to blush and turn their heads from the other two. That move earned even more laughter from Demyx who was now free of his best friend’s arms. “Dang it! That is awesome!” the blond was bent over in hysterics, loving just how perfectly everything was happening almost in retribution of what happened this morning.

“Fuck that, Ax. We’re going down and showing them why we are the ones who are fucking them,” Riku growled, pulling on the redhead’s arm, dragging him down towards where their boyfriends were dry humping and tongue fucking. “We’ll catch you either later on or back at the house, alright Zex? See you.”

And with that, the two taller men left Demyx standing there with the unfamiliar DJ, awkwardly fiddling with the glow bracelets around his wrists once more. The blond felt no different. He didn’t know this guy, and his best friends had just abandoned him there. And on his birthday of all days. They were totally not in his good books right now.
“So, where is your boyfriend?” the smaller teen asked, somewhat disinterested, and showing the disinterest by examining the fingers of his black gloves.

“Wh...What are you talking about?” Demyx stuttered intelligently, snapping back up into an upright position.

“Well, I am assuming that you are gay, as it is a pride night and you were just dancing with a guy, I presumed that you are indeed gay. Why, am I wrong?” the cloaked figure cocked his head.

“Well, no. You’re not.” muttered the blond, becoming more and more nervous around the stranger next to him.

“So, where is your boyfriend?” Zexion repeated, looking over at the blond who was now looking a little uncomfortable. And frankly, the DJ liked seeing that nervousness in others.

“Um…” the blond’s hand reached up and scratched the back of his head. “Well, I don’t exactly have one.” The voice had lowered to a near whisper, and Zexion had to strain to hear it over the music. But once he did catch what the blond had said, the DJ broke out into a sly smile, of course hidden by the heavy black hood.

“All alone on your birthday, Demyx? Well, we can’t have that.” The voice was just as bored as it had been before, but inside, a plan was forming inside Zexion’s head. Hey, they didn’t call him the Cloaked Schemer for nothing. “Well, my break is over. I might catch you a little later back at the house. Tell Riku I am going to be late. They are having a little thing for the staff here after work.” Without waiting for a response, Zexion walked right past Demyx, making his way back onto the platform.

The blond watched with total interest as Zexion lifted the head phones off the booth, slipping them on under his hood. Tearing his gaze away, Demyx mentally smacked himself for staring at someone who he had barely even met, and hadn’t even seen his face before. But there was just something about the shorter teen that he couldn’t get out of his head. Walking over to the edge of the dance floor, Demyx was absolutely not surprised to see the four friends that he had come with all up on the one platform. Sora and Roxas were still grinding into one another, but now they were joined by Riku behind Sora, and Axel behind Roxas, all looking way too comfortable with the orgy-like movements.

Shaking his head and trying to banish those nasty thoughts of the four of them getting it on, Demyx sighed and pulled out his cell again. How could Naminé and Larxene both ignore him on today of all days? It’s not like it wasn’t their birthday. It wasn’t as if they would forget their own brother’s birthday. Or maybe it was just that they were becoming more like their parents…

No, not Nami and Larx. They both had accepted and supported Demyx through all the hard times, and made certain that they would always be there. Now why were neither of them even acknowledging him on such an important day? He had sent messages to both of them first thing this morning, and it was strange that he hadn’t heard back from either of them before now. With another deep sigh, Demyx tucked his phone back into his pocket, forcing a smile back onto his face. He was here to have fun, possibly to pick up, and no one wanted an angsty one night stand.

“And welcome back your Cloaked Schemer!” the loud booming voice arose at a precise dip in the music, before the atmosphere kind of increased with the change in the beat. There was a definitely something about Zexion. That kid was good.

The blond found that the smile on his face was somewhat natural as his body began to sway with to the hard beat of the music. His eyes scanned the large crowd, and honestly, Demyx had to admit that there were many, many hot guys dancing. And maybe Demyx would get with one of them tonight, break his celibacy. And then there was the matter of the teen behind him spinning the discs. What was it about the cloaked DJ that had peaked his interest? Hell, he didn’t even know what the man looked like yet.

“Welcome to The Basement’s 3rd Annual Gay Pride Night!” the now almost familiar voice of the DJ rang through the club, amplified through the sound system and backed by a single pounding beat. Everyone cheered at the words, but really, no one stopped dancing completely. “I’m your DJ tonight, the Cloaked Schemer, and I can’t say how awesome it is to have my last night be on an occasion that means so much to me!” There were mixed noises at the last comment, a lot of cries of well wishers and farewells, yet still some cheering in support of the teen. And just something in the tone of Zexion’s voice, Demyx could tell that the DJ was a completely different person while in behind the station and in character. “But just because it is my last night here, doesn’t mean that I don’t have time for one last scheme!” Loud cheers enveloped the dance floor. “So, out there tonight, there is a cute, single birthday boy that goes by the name of Demyx. Now boys, whoever is the first one to come up to me and tell me, with proof, what colour underwear he is wearing tonight, gets a drink for himself and three friends on the house! So, start checking, and be gentle!” The music had started up instantly again, and Demyx’s eyes shot open wide. What the hell? Demyx wanted to kill that shithead!

And then it dawned on him…Sora and Roxas had dressed him.

And he wasn’t wearing any underwear.


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Here it is! I hope everyone likes it! It is so much fun to write Zexion, hehe. To Pahoyhoy, can you believe there are only 2 weeks left! I love you! And super thanks to Tifa-san for betaing this for me too! You Rock!

I’m sorry that these chapters are coming so few and far between, but with so many other projects, school, work and life going on, I only get so much time to work on this. But I will always try and be faster with the updates, I am sorry once again! Anyway, I am still interested, now that Zexion has made his debut, if you think it is going to be a Dexion or Zemyx. I know, but I am curious, hehe. And I even put a poll on my profile if you want to make your opinion known! Well, until next time, thanks for reading and I would love if you reviewed! Later!