The Passionate Beat

The Passionate Beat
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Chapter Four

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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A shrill giggle rang throughout the otherwise silent room, causing Demyx to bolt upright from his position on the couch. Eyes blinked several times in an attempt to clear away the sleep, the blond squinted, looking around the strange room. Where was he? He hadn’t drunk that much last night, had he? He thought that he only had one drink. The high pitched laugh sounded again, drawing his sight to the floor of the room. There, in a large heap of body parts and blankets, were his four friends all tangled together. Sora and Roxas held tightly onto one another, with Riku and Axel behind their respective boyfriends. All Demyx could think of was that he didn’t want to know. Anything. At all.

Arching his back and receiving a loud pop for his efforts, the blond looked around the sparsely decorated room. And then it hit him. He was at that DJ’s house. Riku’s cousin Zexion. The same guy that had Demyx holding up the back of his pants all night last night. Luckily it had been nearly an hour before people had figured out exactly who the mysterious Demyx was, and shortly after, Sora and Roxas had taken pity on him, after many strange hands had roamed his ass. They had taken him up to Zexion’s booth and had Zexion reach down the back of Demyx’s pants to feel that there was indeed nothing there.

Groaning as he ran a hand through his mussed blond hair, Demyx couldn’t help but wonder more about Zexion. He wondered what the smaller teen was like outside the club. It almost had been as if he had met two separate people last night. While he had been talking to Riku and Axel, Zexion had been very quiet, almost shy. But as soon as they had left, he had been confident, almost coy. And Demyx honestly wasn’t sure which of the two he preferred.

Suddenly, a familiar and welcoming smell invaded his senses and Demyx was drawn in. Relishing in the aroma, the blond slipped himself out from under the sleeping bag he was wrapped in, placing his bare feet onto the cold floor. Being careful not to disturb the four on the floor, Demyx literally followed his nose out through the house, into the spacious kitchen.

“Is that coffee I smell?” he grumbled, scratching his stomach through his white t-shirt, stifling a yawn.

“Yes,” a quiet voice piped up, startling Demyx. For some reason, he hadn’t expected anyone to answer him. And certainly not someone like whom he saw standing before him. A slender teen, very petit in size, was looking over at him with a look of complete indifference. His hair was a darker shade of pewter than Riku’s, and covered over half of his face. The skin itself was very pale, and it made Zexion’s single visible violet eye stand out greatly. As soon as his eyes made contact with the younger teen completely, Demyx knew that he wore his DJ ensemble for a reason. This kid definitely looked younger than 18.

“Sorry! I honestly didn’t think that there was anyone else up yet.” Demyx looked over as he watched the teen grab a mug out of the cupboard, before filling it with coffee and handing it over to the blond. “Thanks.”

Zexion just shrugged, pushing the small pitcher of milk and the sugar bowl towards the blond as well. “Did you think that the coffee was going to make itself?” the pewter haired man just raised an eyebrow at the blond, who only blushed while adding sugar to the black liquid. “Besides, I needed to get up and finish packing.”

“Ahh,” mumbled Demyx, as he lifted his mug to his lips, before drinking down some of the hot liquid with a contented sigh.

“So, what are you doing up so early?” Demyx was surprised at how talkative Zexion was, he had guessed that getting the teen to talk was going to be like pulling teeth.

“Someone in the pile in there is giggling. Loudly,” chuckled Demyx, causing the younger teen’s eyebrows to both rise upwards at Demyx’s use of the word pile. “Go see for yourself.”

Being sure to take their mugs with them, Zexion led the way back to the living room to look upon the massive tangle of limbs and body parts that covered the living room floor. But there was something that Demyx only noticed about the four sleepers now that he hadn’t noticed before. They were all naked. Very naked. Visibly so. Some more obviously than others.

Blushing profusely before hightailing it out of there, Demyx refused to look back at Zexion as he followed the scent of the coffee back out to the kitchen. He couldn’t believe that he didn’t notice the lack of clothes on the four earlier, but then again; he hadn’t exactly been looking that hard. Frankly, he didn’t really even want to think about why they were all naked, especially if he had been sleeping right there next to them. Bringing his shaking hand to his mouth to take another sip of the dark liquid, Demyx tried to banish all of those horrid thoughts.

“Are they all...?” Zexion trailed off, re-entering the kitchen. Demyx just blushed deeper at the comment, turning his head away from the younger teen.

“Yeah, they are,” Demyx answered, still really embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I should have noticed that they weren’t wearing any clothes. I’m sure that you really didn’t want to see your cousin like that.” Never being a shy type of person, Demyx found himself stuttering and stumbling over his words around this teen for some reason.

Zexion just shrugged, taking another sip of his own coffee. “So, are Sora and Roxas actually incestuous? Or do you know?”

Demyx just laughed against his mug. “Frankly, I think that they are more like four people in one relationship than two couples. I’m pretty sure that they’ve all slept with each other, but I’m not sure of, and really don’t want to know, how far Sora and Roxas go together.”

The pewter haired man just rolled his eyes, leaning up against the counter. Looking down into the dark liquid, Zexion couldn’t understand why he was talking so openly with this guy. Something about him just brought everything to the surface that Zexion tried to hide away for so long. It was something that he had noticed the night before at the bar, and for once he had been glad that he was made to wear that ridiculous hood and mask. He hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from the dancing blond. And that had been a little unsettling to Zexion. So he had come up with that little scheme. Schooling his emotions as to not allow his eyes to go wide, the younger teen thought of the many different ways that Demyx would hurt him once the subject of the scheme was brought up again, and honestly, none of them were all that appealing. Well, better to get it over with sooner than later.

“So, did you pick up any guys last night?” Zexion asked, trying his hardest not to let his voice waver, or show the jealousy that he felt pricking in his chest.

Demyx’s eyes went wide as he stared over at Zexion, almost as if he was surprised that the DJ had the gall to bring it up. “I got felt up by no less than 23 guys last night, and it was all because of that stupid little contest of yours.”

At least Zexion had the grace to turn away from the blond. “I guess sometimes I get a little carried away when I am at the tables. I get a little too into my character. Sorry about that.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry? I was felt up by 23 guys on my birthday! And some of them were really cute!” Demyx laughed, almost hearing Zexion roll his eyes. “So, why the alias Cloaked Schemer? It seems a little dark, don’t you think?”

The pewter-haired teen let out a single breath of air as a chuckle, finishing off the last of his coffee before putting the empty mug into the dishwasher. “Well, cloaked because The Basement didn’t want to be shut down for having a minor in there, and one night a friend pushed that cloak on me, they liked how it hid so much of me and my face, the boss told me that I was to start wearing one every night. Schemer because one time they asked me to come up with something to promote a new drink and gave me three to give away, and I came up with one of those little contests, and that involved into Schemes. So, Cloaked Schemer.”

Demyx just continued to stand there, smiling as he watched the younger teen putter around the kitchen as he told his story. The quiet, almost whispered voice was entrancing. Demyx also couldn’t believe how hot this guy was without that huge cloak on. Zexion was slim, but not overly so. The dark jeans and grey long sleeved shirt that he had on brought out the colour in both his violet eyes and his pewter hair. Those eyes. Demyx couldn’t think of a time that he had seen eyes that intense. Zexion’s one visible eye was hypnotic, and on many occasions, the blond had to stop himself from staring. But there was something else there. A confidence that Zexion held that was apparent in everything from his actions to his voice down to the very way he held himself. It definitely made Zexion someone that Demyx wanted to get to know better.

After a few moments of silence, the blond realized that he had once again found himself staring at the younger man, hoping that Zexion hadn’t caught onto this fact. “So, ah, do you have any brothers or sisters, Zexion?” Oooh. Demyx liked the way that the name just rolled off his tongue. But he was careful as to not let the bearer of the name suspect anything.

“One older sister, Fujin. She’s two years older than me. She goes to University of Twilight Town on a forensic scholarship,” answered the smaller man, for once actually enjoying this small talk. Usually Zexion couldn’t stand all this insignificant blithering, but once again, there was just something about the blond that cracked the pewter-haired teen like a book. “Yourself?”

“Two sisters. Larxene is 12 minutes older than me. And Naminé is 34 minutes younger. She was a complication.” Demyx smiled, the thought of the two girls often causing him to bring a grin to his face.

Zexion arched a single eyebrow, confused slightly for only a moment before it clicked in. “Triplets?”

Demyx laughed, and then nodded as he set his now empty mug onto the counter. “Yup. And don’t worry, I get that reaction all the time.”

The pewter haired man just rolled his eyes. “So, what are the two of them like? Are they anything like you? And I’m just curious, but are the three of you anything like the two of them in there?”

Demyx’s laughter just grew. At least now they were on a subject that he found quite easy to talk about. “No, we are nothing like them. But in a way, yeah, we are similar. We definitely have a connection thing of some sort, but we are a lot more different than alike. Larx is…I think that eclectic is the best way to describe her other than saying that she can be the biggest bitch in the world. Nami is more reserved than either me or Larx, kinda quiet even, but she has this awesome shit disturbing streak in her. She’s going to University of Traverse Town on a full art scholarship. She has some awesome talent, and I am saying that for real, not just as her brother. Larxene doesn’t exactly know what she wants to do, so right now she is working as an electrician and actually likes doing that.” Demyx looked over at Zexion before erupting into an intense blush. “Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to start just rambling on like that.”
Zexion just raised an eyebrow at the blond. Maybe Demyx had confidence issues? But to Zexion, it seemed that the older male was so self assured and all that last night, it just made the teen more curious about the man. “Why are you sorry? I asked about your family, so it is only fair.”

Demyx let out a sigh, running a hand through his sleep tousled hair. “I just assumed that you didn’t want to hear all that.” He grinned a goofy grin and looked shyly at the shorter teen and hoping that he hadn’t completely screwed up the chances with this boy.

Taking Demyx’s empty cup to join his own in the dishwasher, Zexion tried to think of another nice neutral subject that he could get Demyx to talk about. “So, what are you studying at RGU?”

“Music with a minor in history,” Demyx answered, hoping that he wouldn’t start randomly rambling again. He always thought that he sounded so stupid when he did so.

Zexion’s head cocked slightly to the side again as he processed this new information. “Music? So, are you studying Classical or Contemporary?”

Demyx’s eyes opened wider as he heard Zexion’s question. It wasn’t often that people knew that there were actually two sectors of music, and it just proved that Zexion was probably just as smart as he looked. “Both. That’s how I am getting away with my minor in history. It seems that dead composers can count as both history and music.” The blond laughed, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Zexion just nodded, content in just listening to whatever the older man in front of him wanted to say. His voice had an almost musical tone to it, and Zexion wondered what it would sound like if he was singing. “So what instruments do you play?” He was honestly trying to think of random things that might start the blond on another ramble, just so that he could listen to him talk. There was just something about him…

“I play basically anything with strings. I started on piano and violin when I was 5, taught myself cello and upright bass when I was ten, had guitar lessons when I was eleven, and right now I am learning the harp and sitar.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the blush on his face began to burn even brighter. He must look like such an idiot to this teen. In fear of making things worse, Demyx tried to apologize once more.

While Demyx just stuttered with embarrassment, Zexion just found himself being drawn towards the adorable blond. What was this attraction stemming from? It wasn’t as if Zexion was actively looking for a boyfriend right now, in fact, he was dead set against a relationship at the moment, or so he thought. A boyfriend would likely interrupt the pewter haired teen’s studies, and distract him so much that he would fail and lose his scholarships. But there was just something about this blond that drew the shorter man to him.

Demyx just continued to look down at his feet. This guy probably hated him now. Curse his stupidity! Why did he always screw up things like this? Here he was, in front of this really cute guy that seemed to be indifferent to the world around him. But something told Demyx that if Zexion truly didn’t like someone, he would completely ignore them. So then why was Zexion moving closer to him? Surely he was walking away. Looking up sp that he could apologize for being so boring, Demyx was completely surprised to find Zexion standing right next to him.

“Um, Zexion?” Demyx whispered, looking down into the younger teen’s face. The pale visage held a mischievous smirk and it instantly reminded the blond all too well who his cousin was. The visible violet eye held a playfulness in it, but there was something else there, something that Demyx couldn’t identify.

“Yes?” Zexion answered, moving so that his body was only inches from the musician‘s, wanting to make a move, but not wanting to scare the other off.

The closeness of their bodies was suddenly apparent to Demyx as he could feel the heat that radiated off the petit teen. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that Zexion was coming on to him. But why would he want to do something like that? Surely this was all just a dream or something. “What are you doing?” Trying to move backwards and away from the situation, Demyx gasped as he couldn’t go anywhere due to being pressed directly against the counter.

The pewter haired teen just let out a puff of air that slightly resembled a laugh. “What does it look like I am doing?” he whispered, a strange tone held in his quiet voice. Leaning in, he placed one hand against the counter beside the blond, while the other went up and laid it flat against Demyx’s chest. Beneath his fingers, Zexion could feel the fast paced beating of the older man’s heart. He also felt the erratic breaths that that the blond was taking in. why were Demyx so nervous? He had been approached by another man in the past, right?

“But..but…but we only just met.” As Demyx stuttered the words out, he wasn’t sure that Zexion wasn’t just playing another trick on him. There was no way this could be happening, right?

“Makes it all that much more exciting, doesn’t it?” The younger teens voice was just as quiet as before as he continued to lean in closer to the blond. There was definitely some sort of connection between the two of them, something that despite Zexion’s vast knowledge, he couldn’t identify what it was. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t interested in what it was and learn all about it. Zexion heard Demyx’s breath hitch once more as his eyes slid closed, moving so that their faces were getting closer and closer together with every passing second. Running the hand up Demyx’s chest, the shorter male moved it along the smooth expanse, trailing it up to the blond’s neck. Thin fingers danced over goose pimpled flesh, coming to rest just under the longer fringe of hair that hung softly down the back of Demyx’s neck.

Feeling the pressure at the back of his head, the blond swallowed the lump that had been forming in the back of his throat. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out exactly what Zexion wanted, and obviously was going to make happen. besides, it wasn’t like Demyx was offering up any resistance. And it wasn’t as if he wasn’t attracted to the slate haired man. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Demyx was very attracted to the lithe teen, especially this morning when Zexion was looking and acting so much different than he had been last night. Not that Demyx was complaining. He watched for only a moment as Zexion leaned in before his own eyes started to slide shut. In an everlasting moment, the musician could feel warm breath playing on his lips, the puffs of air underlain by the strong aroma of coffee.

No longer in denial of what was about to happen, Demyx slide his hands off the counter behind him, bringing the shaky limbs around the small body in front of him, surprised to have the pewter haired man lean into the touch. Squeezing him just a little tighter, the blond waited for a few seconds, heart beating furiously with anticipation. But that anticipation went unfulfilled for many moments before Demyx got fed up with waiting, and decided to close the small gap between their lips. Strangely enough, Demyx could swear he felt Zexion smirk into their kiss, effectively pressing their lips closer together, or at least Demyx thought that’s what it was. Once again, even thought he had originally been the one to start the kiss, Zexion seemed to be unwilling to take control of the kiss, leaving things up for Demyx to decide. Gently kneading his lips against the younger teen’s, the blond instantly received a positive reaction for his actions. Pulling away after just a few teasing moments, Demyx smiled a soft smile down at the pale teen, noticing the slight blush that started to stain Zexion’s cheeks.

Suddenly, in an unexpected rush of emotion, the blond needed to feel so much more of the petit man, and he needed to feel it right now. And judging by the lust apparent on Zexion’s face, and the shortness of his breaths, it was obvious that the shorter teen was feeling exactly the same way. Not denying their attraction any longer, both men leaned in again, arms wrapped one another and pulling them even closer together, their lips finding their way back to one another instantly. And once more, Zexion was definitely being an active participant, but was in no way trying to take control of the situation. Which was an odd sensation for Demyx, but strangely enough, he was having no problems taking the lead when it came to Zexion.

The older man parted his lips slightly to begin to snake his tongue out to taste the smaller man, but he never got the chance. Before anything could happen, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat, causing the two males to jump apart, as if the other burned. Both men where flushed heavy with embarrassment as they looked over to see Riku trudging through the kitchen towards the still hot coffee, dishevelled hair flying every which way, eyes still half lidded. His movements were sloth like, and it just served to remind Demyx that Riku really wasn’t that much of a morning person. But at least now Riku was wearing a pair of loose fitting plaid pyjama pants. And for that, both Demyx and Zexion were extremely grateful.

“Morning you two. Did Sora’s giggling wake you too?” the silver haired man mumbled, unfazed by the fact that he had just walked in on his friend and his cousin making out. He just poured himself a cup of the dark liquid and began to slowly sip at it, appearing more alert just from the first mouthful.

“Yeah,” Demyx answered sheepishly, not exactly sure of what Riku’s reaction would be once he woke up completely. Zexion just stood silently next to the fridge, most likely waiting for the same thing.

Several moments of silence passed, no one moving or making a sound besides Riku’s rythmatic mug-lifting and sipping, before the quietness was broken. “So, this is new,” Riku commented, looking between the blushing blond and his cousin who just shrugged in a very Zexion-type way. “But, what about Lexaeus? Won’t he be pissed off when he finds out that you’ve been sucking face with another guy all morning?”

Demyx paused in his movements, paling considerably. Not again! He couldn’t let what happened in the past happen again to him. Of all the rotten luck. A nauseating feeling took over his body, and the blond knew that he just needed to get away from the situation to try and think it over. Quickly making up the excuse that he was going to go try and call his sisters again, seeing as he had never gotten a hold of them yesterday, he excused himself outside, praying that neither of his friends had noticed the tears that had begun to collect in the corners of his bright aqua eyes as he rushed out of the room.

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Please, don’t kill me? If you kill me, then you’ll never know what will happen, right? Right? Right? Hey, hey, please put that pitchfork down…Please? Wait! Wait! HELP ME!!!! Sorry, hehehe. I really am sorry that I did that, well, I think I am. Once again, thanks to Tifa-san for betaing this for me.

And here we are, the tradition shout out to Payhoyhoy. Well, I wanted to tell everyone, that we had the absolute bestest best week EVER! I miss you, and I can’t wait until we get to reek havoc on the world again. We can’t wait too long. And if anyone is wondering just what exactly did when we were together, head on over to Deviantart, and search for the user CrymsonPahoyhoy. Believe me, you will laugh, and understand just how insane we are.

Anyhoo, I hope everyone is glad the Zexion is now a full blown character, and I hope that everyone is not too mad at Riku, hehe. And Dexion or Zemyx? Maybe the world will never know. Hehe. Well, I know, and so does Pahoyhoy, but we aren’t telling until they actually start a humping, hehehe. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed and until next time!