Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Phone Tag ❯ Take Me on the Floor ( Chapter 2 )

Okay, so this is chapitre deux!

Anyway, so yeah...this chapter was fully beta'd!

My grammar beta combed through it, my idea-beta too, and my smut-beta approved!

Anyway, onwards!

 

Week One
Take me on the Floor

Day Two and Three
Axel and Demyx

Axel skipped into his shared apartment with Demyx, dropping his grocery bag on the counter. He ran over to the fish tank—which he had placed next to his answering machine—in the living room and bent at the waist to examine the wondrous glass box.

“Hi, Steve! How are you this fine afternoon?” Axel greeted happily, making a fish-face at the blood-red beta fish that was floating around indifferently.

“Why would you name that vicious thing Steve?!” Demyx cried, covering his heart dramatically with his right hand.

“Cuz he's cute!”

“He ate my goldfish!”

“Well then your goldfish was a pussy.”

“Axel!”

“Oh!” Axel cried, clapping his hands, ignoring the protesting blond. “I have messages!”

Axel and Demyx, after deciding they disliked each other's friends, had two phone lines and their very own answering machines. Despite the mutual hate, they thoroughly enjoyed listening to each other's messages.

“Me too. I went first last time, so it's your turn,” Demyx said pleasantly, “'sides, I only have one message.”

Axel hit the blinking red button with a dramatic flourish.

BEEP

“… Ax… um… ” It was Riku, and he sounded awful. Axel looked at the time and saw that Riku would have been off work by now. “… I… um… I think… um… I think I'm… ”

“Gay?” Axel offered in the pause with a slightly crazy giggle. Riku? Gay? HAH!

“IthinkI'mgay—”

CLICK

“What?!” Axel and Demyx cried at the same time.

Demyx was quite familiar with Riku's womanizing ways, so this was almost equally as shocking to him as it was for Axel. Whereas Axel's expression was one of incredulous stupidity (stunning information took a while to get through his brain, depending on the magnitude of said info), Demyx's was that of full-blown, knock-`im-down, the sun's shining in “The Underworld” (which was really just a dank little hole in world), jaw-hitting-the-floor at seven-thousand-miles-an-hour skeptical shock.

BEEP

“Okay,” Riku again, “there's this guy and he's so cute and just… just wow. Just call me back, jerk.”

CLICK

BEEP

“And you don't even have a hamster, douche bag!”

CLICK

BEEP

“Axel… ”

“Roxy-bear!” Axel cried excitedly. “He actually called me!”

Demyx chuckled, rolling his teal eyes.

“… never camp out on my lawn, ever again. I see you anywhere within a two mile radius of my house, I will castrate you.”

CLICK

BEEP

“Ooops… wrong number… ”

CLICK

Axel clapped some more before skipping over to Demyx, who was standing at his own machine.

“Your turn!” He sang, batting his eyelashes at Demyx. “My messages are so much cooler than yours!”

Demyx rolled his eyes again, before hitting the play-button on his answering machine.

BEEP

“Heeeey, babe, if you're still looking for a good tiiime, just come on by. I'm at 4500 Sunset Terrace Waaaaay. Hurry, babe, I'm burning for you. Junior here can't wait to feel you, I can't wait to hear you scream my name. Oh babe, don't make me wait… I'm so fucking horny… please come as soon as you can!”

CLICK

“Oh… shit… ” Axel murmured.

“Oh, fuck!” Demyx cried, grabbing his head.

He turned to Axel, mouth hanging open. “What do I do?!”

“Go! You should go!” Axel replied, green eyes wide with devious excitement.

They both fell silent and still, until slow grins began to contort their faces.

“He obviously thinks a chick will be showing up, so this would be the most fucking perfect prank ever!” Axel insisted.

“And it'll teach him not to make booty-calls while drunk!” Demyx added.

“Ouch, calling booty while intoxicated, should be illegal,” Axel mock-grimaced.

“This is going to be great! I'll head over this afternoon!” the blonde laughed excitedly, grinning from ear-to-ear.

Axel wrinkled his brow, confused and a bit concerned. “Don't you have that date with Zexion?”

Demyx's features darkened slightly, and he looked away from Axel. “Yeah, but that's at like, seven. I'll just show up at the house dressed all sexy, shock the fuck out of the poor sucker, and then leave to meet with Zexion. I'm in, I'm out.”

“Okay,” Axel said, sighing. “I'm heading to Riku's place. He's obviously having some sort of dilemma.”

The redhead made another fish-face (complete with a fishy little kiss) at Steve and grabbed his car-keys. He stopped at the door, though, and turned around quickly.

“Look, I know we're laughing at this and stuff, but call me when you leave to meet with Zexion, okay?” Axel commanded.

Demyx nodded, smiling, and turned around to start putting away the groceries.

oOoOoOo

Axel stood at Riku's door, listening to the silveret scramble around inside.

“Riki-poo, let me in!” Axel cooed teasingly, knocking on the door daintily.

“Shut the fuck up Axel! I don't need your shit!” Riku bellowed, as he opened the door.

Axel took a step back. “You're angry,” the redhead noted, shocked. “Why are you angry?”

“Come in,” Riku hissed, grabbing Axel's elbow and hauling him into the apartment.

Axel stumbled a bit but regained his balance quickly. He followed Riku through the apartment to the silveret's bedroom, eyebrow raised.

“I'm angry because I'm fucking gay. I'm angry because I seemed to have come out of the closet for some childish, giggling, bimbo-idiot who almost destroyed all of the plates today. I'm angry because now I'm into something that I'm… I have no idea what to do… ”

Riku trailed off, blushing.

“So… ”Axel began, “you're angry because… you're inexperienced for the first time in ten years?”

“Yes!” Riku cried.

"In a field you haven't been inexperienced in since age fifteen?" Axel continued.

“Yes!” Riku cried once more, his fists balling up at his sides.

“And… you're plan of action is going to be… ?” Axel prompted.

“I don't know… ” Riku flopped down on the bed. “I need… I need help… ”

Axel nodded slowly, touching his chin in thought, trying to think of something to say. The silveret was obviously upset about this whole thing, and Riku rarely ever got worked up about things. Then again, he'd been a confident womanizer until now.

And why was Riku staring at him?

“No,” Axel said sternly as he connected the dots between what Riku said and why the other man was looking at him.

“Please—”

“No!” Axel whined, shaking his head furiously. “You're like a brother to me!”

“Axel, please! I don't wanna go into this like a blind idiot!” Riku begged, closing his aquamarine eyes suddenly.

Axel stopped speaking, letting his head loll back with a heavy sigh. “Now you're going to cry?”

“Shut the fuck up Axel. You've been gay since conception! I'm new to this shit!” Riku hissed, hitting his mattress.

The redhead gave in, taking pity on his poor best friend, and sat down on the bed next to him.

“Fine, you're right. And I guess… it's best that you learn with me?”

Riku nodded, shrugging. “Yeah… ”

“How much are you—”

“Everything.”

“No sex.”

“Fine,” Riku relented instantly, face turning beat red.

“Okay, so… any questions first, before we begin?” Axel asked, awkwardness growing in his stomach. This was Riku he was about to do this with. Riku, his straight best friend who just came tumbling out of the closet.

Axel could feel his life fucking up already.

“Uhm… is it any different? With a guy? The physical stuff, I mean,” Riku asked timidly, and the redhead decided he hated this side of Riku. He preferred the cocky, smirking Riku. The Riku he'd known since high school.

“Very, actually. No matter how submissive the other guy is, he will also try to have some control,” Axel started, turning to Riku. “Girls will let you kiss them, most of the time. Guys, though, don't like giving up completely. At all.”

“Okay,” Riku murmured slowly, nodding.

“You know, it's just as easy as kissing a girl—”

“You're not talking me out of this, Axel,” Riku interrupted.

“Fine,” the redhead growled, grabbing the silveret's face and pulling the frowning lips to his own.

Sliding his hand back into Riku's hair, Axel curled his fingers into a tight fist and crawled up the length of the bed, the silveret scrambling to follow him.

Axel broke the kiss, if you could even call it that, for only a brief moment to make sure Riku wasn't about to die of a heart attack, and latched onto the trembling lips once again. This time, though, he shoved his tongue past slightly parted lips and wrapped his free arm around Riku's waist.

The other man was tense, eyes wide and body trembling. Soon though, he relaxed just enough to grab Axel's biceps and press closer.

Riku's tongue joined with Axel's in a sort of dance before the silveret finally grew confident and began to fight for dominance.

Axel was surprised with how fast Riku recovered, and was even more surprised when Riku emitted a low growl. Suddenly, Axel was on his back, Riku crawling onto his lap, his slender fingers tangling painfully in Axel's red spikes.

The redhead slapped his hands up against Riku's chest, stopping the other man from kissing him again.

“Riku, you said—”

“No, you said `no sex.' I wasn't gonna do that, anyway,” Riku whispered, and it was suddenly clear to the redhead as to how Riku got so many chicks into his bed.

The silveret was a master manipulator, but so was Axel. The man's tricks wouldn't work on him.

“Get off of me, Riku. I'm not one of the girls you brought home, and neither is this kid you're interested in,” Axel said kindly, almost laughing as Riku calmed down enough for the words to make sense.

Axel reached up and cupped Riku's cheek. “Look, Riku, you're not just gonna take this kid home, fuck him, then ditch him, are you?”

“I don't… I… no,” Riku murmured.

“Then kissing is quite enough for you to learn right now, yes? The rest you're going to have to learn with this kid. Now, up. Get off of me,” Axel laughed, and Riku did as he was told.

“What's this guy's name, anyway?” Axel asked, straightening his shirt.

“Sora… Sora Highwind.”

-:O:-Demyx-:O:-

Demyx stood in front of the large house, eyes traveling from the pretty lawn to the pretty house, to the pretty neighboring houses, and then down at himself.

He felt so out of place.

He was wearing a pair of the tightest pants he owned, which had holes on the fronts and the backs of his thighs. Any random passerby could tell Demyx wasn't wearing any underwear. He had on three belts, only one of them actually serving any sort of purpose. His shirt was form-fitting, button-down, and black, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Leather wristbands adorned his forearms, and a thin silver chain was all he wore around his neck. For shoes, he had on a pair of really old and worn-out knee-high converse.

He had worn an outfit like this since his band broke up two years ago. He missed his band; he missed rocking out with Zexion. That was how he met Zexion, at a Battle of the Bands concert at their high school. Zexion played bass in a really shitty band, and Demyx's bass player sucked royally. So, last minute, Demyx swapped his band member for Zexion.

They won the contest so easily, it was almost sad. That night, Demyx and Zexion got shit-faced and made out. It would have gone further, but Zexion was quite the lightweight, considering his very slight form, and vomited all over Demyx's shirt.

It was love at first sight. Well, one would really have to love someone to hold his emo-bang out of his face as he paid tribute to the Porcelain God all night.

He and Zexion had dated since, playing in the same band from high school until two years ago, when Zexion decided to go to college. The band broke up, but Demyx was fine with it because he still had Zexion.

But lately, the blonde's boyfriend was acting quite strange. Well, not really `lately.' The more accurate term would be `for the past year.'

Demyx and Zexion hadn't so much as given each other head in the past year, and Demyx couldn't figure it out.

He tried to talk to Zexion but—

Demyx shook his head, turning on the smile he was wearing before. He'd worry about his problems with Zexion later when he actually saw his boyfriend.

The blonde hurried up the walkway, pulling handcuffs out of his back pocket.

He fluffed up his crazy hair and rang the doorbell. As he waited, he stuck one hip out, placing his free hand on it, and dangling the handcuffs from the pointer finger of his other hand, turning on his sexy face.

The door opened and a tall, rather imposing man filled the doorway. Demyx almost ran away when he saw the man's eye patch and the nasty scar on his face, but he swallowed his fear and smirked.

“Hey, hun, you called for a good time?” Demyx murmured, leaning up close to the man's face, shivering as the man's only visible gold eye stared straight into his soul.

“What? Have you changed your mind, hun? You were so horny when you called… ” Demyx whispered, closing his eyes as he leaned ever closer to the man's lips, expecting the man to shove him away.

But very suddenly, he was off of his feet, a strong arm wrapped around his waist. There was a loud noise, and Demyx sluggishly registered it as the front door slamming, and he was shoved up against a wall by a rock-solid body.

Demyx made a noise as a hot mouth pressed against his, the tongue already shoving through his lips without any further warning.

The blonde dropped the handcuffs in favor of trying to shove the other man off, even as he began to respond to the kiss. He whimpered pitifully as the taller man pressed his thigh against the slowly growing bulge in Demyx's tight-ass pants, the fingers splayed across the man's chest twisting into the fabric of his shirt.

The man released Demyx's mouth and moved to the blonde's throat, chuckling as Demyx whispered a half-hearted protest.

“You really wanna stop this?” The man whispered against the skin on Demyx's neck before biting it harshly.

“Oh!” Demyx groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He could feel the man smirk against his neck and suddenly a large hand was fondling him through his jeans.

“Fuck,” the blonde moaned, letting his head fall back against the wall behind himself, weakly thrusting against the hand.

“Mm, either you're inexperienced or—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Demyx hissed at the man as he pulled him into a kiss. They wrestled for dominance for a good ten minutes before Demyx relented, too turned on to care whether he was the fucker or the fuckee.

“You gonna tell me your name, beautiful?” The man whispered right against Demyx's ear, breath hot and moist, and reeking of alcohol.

Demyx had to wait through several moans before he could actually respond. The man was very talented in moving his hips just the right way.

“D-Dem-Demyx, oh fuck!” Demyx cried as the man gyrated even harder against him.

“Mm, nice name, Demyx.” The man moaned, lips clamping down on Demyx's earlobe to suck gently, pulling another moan from the younger man. “I guess I should tell you mine now… ”

“Wh-wh-oooooh-why?” Demyx moaned stupidly. The synapses between his hearing and the word processing part of his brain seemed to disconnect when he was turned on past the point of no return.

Same thing happened to his morals. They just stopped. Somewhere, he was thinking that this was very, very wrong, but his selfish side, his lustful side, knew this felt way too good to stop it.

“How are you going to scream it if you don't know it?” the man laughed, picking Demyx up off the ground.

Demyx moaned and immediately wrapped his legs around the man's waist, teal eyes fluttering as his erection was pressed against the man's hard abdomen.

“I'm Xigbar,” the man whispered before turning around and carrying Demyx up the stairs. Demyx could only slightly appreciate the man's strength.

He was way too hot to care about anything more than stripping and fucking around with this man.

The younger of the two could barely remember being thrown down on the bed, and couldn't seem to remember how exactly they were both naked, and he couldn't even think anymore as the man's hot—so hot—mouth engulfed his dick.

He couldn't really remember coming, and he sort of remembered returning the favor for Xigbar, but what he really remembered was how long Xigbar prepared him.

Everything else had been rough, but this was so calming, and Demyx would have called it sweet if Xigbar wasn't a complete stranger. Xigbar spent so long preparing the blonde, that he had Demyx whining and whimpering, and almost crying with need.

Demyx remembered clearly when Xigbar first entered him, his erection slicked with a near-excessive amount of lube, and the blonde didn't even flinch.

Then the raven-haired man began to literally pound him into the mattress.

Having always been with Zexion for every sexual encounter, Demyx never had this rough of sex. The blonde's lover was a fan of gentle love-making, only rarely letting himself indulge in a bit of animalistic rutting. Never did he pound into Demyx, and rarely did Demyx ever attempt to `bang' Zexion.

This was foreign territory for the blonde and it was beyond satisfactory. He was moaning, and screaming, and begging for more before long, his eyes rolled back seemingly permanently.

Supporting himself with both hands on either side of Demyx's head, Xigbar's fingers playing absently with the blonde's already sweat-drenched hair. His one yellow eye watched Demyx's face like a hawk, catching and keeping note of every reaction Demyx made. The raven-haired man grinned, suddenly, and stopped moving.

Demyx whined pathetically, before Xigbar moved even closer to him, barely brushing against his prostate. The blonde groaned and tried to thrust against the larger man.

Chuckling through the thick haze of arousal and alcohol, Xigbar sat up and loosely wound his arms around Demyx's waist. Taking advantage of the younger male's arching back, the larger man pulled Demyx up so the blond was sitting fully on his lap. Demyx shuddered as Xigbar's length somehow slid deeper into him.

“Hold on tight, Demyx,” Xigbar whispered against his neck, and suddenly Demyx's world went black.

The older man began moving so fast and hard that the blonde couldn't find the time to breathe properly, let alone moan or scream. He went silent, fingernails digging into Xigbar's back and breaking skin as he was fucked far more thoroughly than he had ever been in his entire life.

His head lolled back, and Xigbar attacked the tanned flesh there. Demyx was close, he could feel it, and he welcomed the release.

“Close… ” he gasped with what little air he had in his lungs and Xigbar obviously tried to chuckle, but it came out in a low, pleasure-soaked growl.

Xigbar's thrusts lost their timed grace and Demyx lost himself completely as he came.

They sat there together, panting and almost satisfied. Demyx's body was too limp to move for a while, settling to just enjoy the afterglow, for he was surely about to be kicked out.

The raven-haired man laid Demyx down on his back, allowing the blonde more time to recover. He pulled out slowly, and with the younger man watching him, he reached down and grabbed his own dick, slowly bringing it back to full arousal.

Having not even recovered from coming twice already, Demyx moaned weakly as Xigbar entered him again. Surprisingly, the blonde's body was quicker than his brain, and his erection sprang to life once again, and Demyx was lost drowning in the rise and fall of the tides within his body.

They had sex for the rest of the night, but Xigbar didn't finish again until the very end. For Demyx though, one orgasm flowed into the next, and eventually he was so exhausted, he could barely even kiss Xigbar anymore.

But it felt so amazing, to be driven to such satisfied exhaustion, for his limbs to be so drained, and for pleasure to still be assaulting him from all angles.

The roughness of sex varied. Xigbar would be slow and gentle one orgasm, and then violently rough the next.

The positions were different almost every time, as well. Demyx didn't know how long he was forced to stay on his hands and knees, but eventually he was too weak to hold himself up. His arms eventually gave out and Xigbar had to wrap his arms around Demyx's waist. If Demyx had been coherent enough, he would have laughed—he was basically a doll at that point; his body could have been manipulated any which way Xigbar wanted.

Finally, Demyx reached his limit, the point where only one more orgasm before he literally passed out.

They were back to the position they were in when they first screwed—Xigbar on his knees with Demyx sitting on his lap—and somewhere in his sex-fogged brain, Demyx realized that this was Xigbar's favourite position. The way Xigbar held him—like he actually cared—and the way the older man would place hot, open-mouthed kisses along to column of Demyx's throat, and the way he groaned softly against Demyx's skin. But it was really the way Xigbar pressed one large callused hand against his tailbone, guiding him, and the other was tangled loosely in Demyx's hair that gave the raven-haired man away. It was fair too intimate a position for it to just be `fun' for Xigbar.

And because of this, Demyx knew this was the end of the night. He came to the conclusion—that he would later reflect on when he wasn't being fucked mercilessly—that Xigbar would only allow himself to cum in that position only during actual sex.

The blonde's vision grew darker with exhaustion, black blobs forming as lack of sufficient oxygen took its effect. His moans had dwindled to nothing a couple orgasms ago, and as expected Xigbar let himself loose.

They rutted as hard and fast as the first time, and as they both came, Demyx screamed Xigbar's name with the last of his breath and passed out against Xigbar's sweaty chest. Distantly, as his world faded quickly, he could hear Xigbar moaning his name repeatedly.

oOoOoOo

Demyx awoke to the sound of yelling. He opened his eyes slightly, groaning as he did. The sun was so bright in the morning.

Rubbing his eyes, Demyx smiled as he smelt the unmistakable scent of sex. He sat up and hissed at the pain in his lower back and soreness in the muscles of his inner thighs.

At that, he wrinkled his nose, blinking. He hadn't bottomed with Zexion in years. Wait, he and Zexion haven't had any—

And the memories from the night before came flooding back to Demyx when he finally opened his eyes to the unfamiliar room.

“Oh shit that wasn't a dream!” He cried hoarsely, his throat scratchy from screaming the night before.

He rolled over, ignoring the pain and grabbed his pants. He found his cell phone in the front pocket and flipped it open.

Three voicemails. Shit.

He dialed his voicemail and waited for the mechanical female's drabble to stop and for the messages to start.

“Hey Demyx, where're you at? You with Zexion yet? Call me.”

Demyx deleted the message quickly, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Hi Demyx. If you had something more important to do than see me, you just had to say so.”

Demyx's mouth dropped open in shock, and he listened to the message five more times, waiting for it to sink in. Zexion's voice was so accusing. It was almost as if Zexion knew he'd been off sleeping with another man. Demyx wished he would just die.

He'd have to tell Zexion that he had cheated on him, and then break up with him. There was no way that Demyx could look the man in the eye again after this.

The next message began to play.

“Demyx, why aren't you answering? Are you okay? Where the fuck are you? Stop by my work when you get this message. I have to see that you're alive at least. I'm worried fucking sick about you!”

Demyx shut his phone after Axel's last message and got off the bed. He pulled on his pants and shirt, buttoning the shirt only part of the way. He wrestled with his shoes, not even bothering to tie them and limped out into the hallway.

He ran down the stairs, trying to ignore the burning ache in his rear, and was ready to make a break for the door when he recognized the voice that was yelling.

“Yer such an idiot, Xigbar! You promised no more floozies! I'm going up there and kicking that slut out!”

“Cid, wait!”

And Cid turned the corner out of the kitchen and almost ran right into Demyx.

They stared at each other, blinking, and finally Demyx's tears overflowed.

It was really a small world, you see. As it turns out, Demyx was one of the managers at Cid's restaurant, and one of Cid's first picks to take over the place when he finally got tired of it.

“Demyx?” Cid questioned, his voice alight with confusion, but in Demyx's emotional state of mind, he was sure he heard disgust in the man's tone.

“Please don't fire me! Please!”

“Fire you? What are you talking about—”

“I didn't… I was just… why are you here?” Demyx questioned desperately, his voice cracking and his throat itchy. He looked over Cid's shoulder and saw Xigbar standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his entire body shaking.

“That idiot over there,” Cid growled, nodding his head in Xigbar's direction, “is my brother. What's going on?”

“Your… your brother?” Demyx whispered, tremors wracking his body.

“Yes. Now what happened, Demyx?”

“I… I was only gonna prank him, I swear! Please don't fire me, Cid! I'm sorry, I don't usually sleep with random strangers—well I mean, I never sleep with—shit I need Axel,” Demyx moaned, covering his face as more tears fell.

“Who's Axel?” Xigbar asked, his voice holding a tinge of hurt. “Your boyfriend?”

“No! He's not—oh shit, I have to go, Cid. Just… stay away from me, Xigbar,” Demyx insisted as he skirted around Cid and tried to walk as steadily as he could to the front door.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, asshole?” Xigbar hissed angrily.

“I was just some shitty lay anyway, why do you care if you see me again?” Demyx retorted, spinning around to glare as viciously as he could through his tears. “Just… stay away from me. Everything is ruined now. Just go back to your… whatever the hell you did before yesterday!”

Demyx left the house, slamming the door shut behind himself, trying to stop the flow of salty tears from running down his cheeks as he stumbled blindly onto the sidewalk only wishing that the world would just stop.

TBC

Wooooooo I love this chapter! Mostly cuz Minikimii actually cried! She never cries! I discovered the secret to make her cry! Really sad smut! Lol

Also, I really…really…like…XigDem.

Anyway, sorry for the AkuRiku. There'll be a bit more in the future.

There will be A LOT more XigDem in the future than Zemyx. I prefer XigDem, actually....C'est tres sexy.

Anyway, read, love, review, repeat!

Number, kupo,
August Blue