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Author's Notes: I probably should be working on Chapter 8 of SGW, but TBKP requested a Zemyx /Squeals/ And let me tell you this: it is long overdue. I'm sorry, hun! I was debating for a hell of a long time about how to write this, but I finally settled on the format you see now. I really enjoyed writing this one, for a lot of reasons. Zemyx is my OTP, so I'll always like drabbling something out. More than that, though, it was a challenge; I just couldn't write it. And because I'm masochistic like that, the fact that you were such a bitch to write, my dear little fic, makes you enjoyable. This works as a sort of half-sequel to This Symbiotic Fascination, though it's not necessary to read TSF first. It's only allluded to once. So nyah. I hope you enjoy, and remember to review!
Natural
…Something so natural…
A warm body climbed into bed alongside him, automatically scooting closer and burrowing into every possible crevice of Demyx's chest.
"You're always so warm," Demyx said. "I don't get it."
"You don't have to understand," the man whispered. "I'm warm for you."
"Hey, boys," she called. "No assignments today?"
Marluxia shrugged and closed his eyes. "No. I think only Xaldin and Saix are out at the moment. The rest of us are enjoying whatever free time we have before the Superior sends us out on some other suicide mission."
Larxene smirked and burrowed her face into a pillow. "Don't let him hear you call them 'suicide missions,' Pinky. Every mission is a glorious and holy one, designed for some greater purpose that will eventually lead us towards our ultimate goal: Kingdom Hearts. Never mind that most missions consist of nothing but grunt-work, ordering Nobodies around and slaughtering those black beetles of Maleficent's."
Marluxia snorted and swirled the flute of wine he was holding between two fingers. "To Kingdom Hearts," he sighed mockingly. "And to the greatest leader that never was."
Larxene's lips widened into a grin as she shot a glance at the other boy lying belly-down on the white sofa. His eyes were wide, staring at his companions amusedly. "And what about you, Demyx?" she asked, crinkling her nose half-mockingly. "What do you think about our glorious quest?"
The blond sitarist shrugged and grinned back at her, waving a hand flippantly. "Don't much care either way," he said brightly. "The way I see it, the Superior will lead us to Kingdom Hearts one day. It's almost inevitable. As long as he doesn't send me on retrievals or assassinations, I'll be fine."
Marluxia raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "Only you, Demyx. I'll never understand how the hell you can't see the beauty in some of the work we do. You only ever do reconnaissance," he said, emphasizing the word so it became somehow derogatory. "You can never complete a mission when it degrades into violence."
Demyx pouted angrily. "Shut up," he muttered. "I just play to my strengths, is all. Just because I don't own evil carnivorous plants from Venus, it doesn't mean that I'm weak."
Larxene snorted. "So says the boy who won't fight," she quipped, mouth widening into a cruel grin.
Demyx grinned, summoning his sitar as he leaned back on the headboard. "You've heard me before," he said, running a hand through the pale head of hair lying on his lap. "I dunno why you always humor me."
"It should be obvious by now, idiot. Just let me hear you play." A smirk spreading across knowing lips. "I'll make it worth your while."
Demyx blushed even as he began strumming the strings. "That's the corniest piece of pillow talk I've ever heard. For a schemer, you've got some lame pick-up lines."
Zexion's smirk widened, and he nuzzled his nose teasingly into the blond's lap. Demyx fumbled the chords.
Demyx furrowed his eyes and leaned forward onto his elbows indignantly. "I can fight!" he cried angrily, fisting the cushions beneath his hands. "Maybe I'm not as tough as you are, Larxene, but not everyone creams themselves just thinking of torture and bloodshed and war. And I bet I could still give you a run for your money, bitch."
Larxene's eyes narrowed, but her tone was every bit as haughty as before. "Don't be an idiot, Demyx," she laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Think about our fucking elements for a minute. You're water, I'm lightning. Assuming you ever grew a spine and dared challenge me, you wouldn't be able to send those water clones of yours within twenty feet of me for fear of getting your punk ass electrocuted."
Marluxia grinned from his chair. "Think about your words before you speak, Demyx, or you'll sound even more the fool than you actually are."
"What kind of idiot doesn't know that water conducts electricity?" Larxene giggled.
Demyx's jaw tensed. "Shut up!" he shouted angrily. "You're not any better than I am. Maybe I can't use my water against you, but your lightning wouldn't do anything against Axel's fire, either, and he can't stand against me. We're supposed to be equals, Larxene, or haven't you figured that out yet?"
There was a visible tic in Larxene's jaw, now. "And who the fuck told you that, Demy-kins? The Superior?" She laughed, and the triumphant glimmer in her eyes intensified. "Or was it Zexion?"
The blond Nobody smiled uneasily and tapped his heel against the floor in a nervous gesture. "Eh, Don't worry about it, Zexy. It's just a stupid reconnaissance. Piece of cake."
Zexion frowned. "I honestly don't care," he said calmly. He took a step forward and rested his forehead against Demyx's. "It doesn't matter to me if the mission is simple. You will take care of yourself anyway."
Demyx's eyes lightened in a mockery of emotion. "Okay," he said. He glanced around furtively and then closed his eyes, opening his mouth for the tongue seeking entrance.
Marluxia smiled, tipping back his glass. "Larxene just asked you a question, Demyx," he drawled, eyebrows lifted in mock-interest. "There's no need to get so defensive about anything."
"He's our superior," Demyx snarled, sinking back onto his sofa. "He deserves respect, especially from you. I'm not being defensive."
"Oh, yes you are," Larxene laughed, lips widening in a cruel smirk. "You're being so transparently defensive it makes me sick just to watch. Every time one of us so much as mentions VI's name in a derogatory fashion, your hackles raise like some bitch in a dogfight."
"Why, Demyx?" Marluxia said, the shadow of interest lacing his voice. "Why would you bother wasting the slightest bit of energy on him? He's a Nobody like the rest of us. You don't get defensive when we go on about Xigbar, and he's supposed to be your best friend."
"Just shut up and stop talking about this!" Demyx growled, running an irritated hand through his locks of hair. "I don't wanna go into anything. I just don't like it when you say bad things about Zexion, alright?"
"But why, Demyx?" Larxene sang, shooting a laughing grin at Marluxia. "You're telling us to stop, but you're not telling us why."
"Can't expect us to listen to you if you don't tell us why."
Demyx twitched in frustration, but said nothing.
"What the hell took you so long?" Zexion growled against the throat, nipping at it and laving it clean in a an almost cruel juxtaposition. "You were supposed to be home last week."
Demyx's throat released an involuntary whine. "S-sorry," he gasped. "Didn't mean to…There was this little redhead girl who-"
Zexion's eyes narrowed and he slid a hand downward to grab at the weeping organ sandwiched between them. Demyx's sentence slid to an automatic halt and he bucked his hips upward, keening desperately.
"Finish that sentence, Demyx," the older man whispered, pumping his hand agonizingly slowly. "What about a little redhead?"
Demyx tried to laugh, but then that thumb moved, and the sound melted into a groan. "D-don't be jealous, Zexy…she was…snooping 'round…almost caught me…oh God…"
Zexion smiled and brought his lips down to rest softly against the ones opened enticingly before him.
Marluxia snorted at the heavy blush working its way across Demyx's face. "I doubt that," he said lightly. "I think Zexion is the one fucking him."
Larxene grinned, running the short strands of her blonde hair through her fingers. "Of course," she agreed in a mocking sing-song. "There's no way that Demyx could top anybody. He'd submit to me."
Demyx shot to his feet once more and pointed an angry finger at her. "You take that back!" he shouted, voice reverberating through the room. "I'm not weak, I wouldn't submit to you, and I'm not fucking Zexion!"
"Oh, that's right," Marluxia said, a broad grin splitting his face. "I've heard these days that the kids call it 'makinglove.' Because fucking sounds so dirty. Well, tell me this," he said, raising himself to his feet and crossing the room to tower over Demyx's shorter figure. "Is it really 'making love,' if you can't love?"
"Is that why little Demy-kins never sleeps around?" Larxene laughed. "It's because what you and Zexion have is something special? To spread your legs for anyone else would be a betrayal, wouldn't it?"
Demyx's eyes narrowed into slits, and he shot an angry glance at the door. "I'm not gonna fight you," he growled. "I'm leaving."
He made it two steps before Marluxia grabbed his shoulder and spun the shorter boy around to face him. "Is that true, Demyx?" he laughed, ignoring Demyx's splutters of outrage. "You've never fucked anyone else? Shit. Did Zexion bed you your first day here, or did he wait an entire week out of respect for your poor newbie nerves?"
"Would you let go of me?" Demyx shouted, trying to twist out of Marluxia's grasp. The pink-haired man smirked and used his grip on Demyx's shoulders to pull him closer.
"You really never have screwed around, have you? I thought you just had something against me," he smirked, dropping an almost chaste kiss on the sitarist's nose.
"Polygamy's no problem if you don't have a heart with which to feel betrayal, Demyx," Larxene giggled from her post on the divan. "It's not a sin if you don't believe it is."
"She's right," Marluxia whispered, lowering the timbre of his voice slightly. "It's just sex. I could bend you over the sofa and fuck you into the cushions, and there'd be nothing wrong with it. It's just sex, Demyx. You don't owe your little boy toy anything."
The hand that had been resting on the sitarist's collarbone clenched.
"He said that it would be okay. That the Organization members always sought solace within each other. He said that sex was just another word for comfort. Meaningless, and that it wouldn't matter if I spread my thighs, because anyone here would do the same for me."
Zexion's stomach spasmed, and he rolled onto Demyx, clutching at the blond's shoulders.
"You promised me, Demyx," he whispered, voice breaking. "You remember? The very first time, in the labs. You promised me then, just like you promised me on the first night I bent your legs over my shoulders and pounded your wailing body into the mattress. You promised me, Demyx, you fucking promised me!"
Demyx's eyes widened in confusion. "I remember," he said. "What - did you think I actually slept with him?"
Marluxia smiled calmly. "We are friends, Demyx," he said quietly. "And that's why we're trying to help you. You start fucking one of the original six on something more than a casual basis and you're gonna get screwed over royally."
"Don't humor him, Marluxia," Larxene drawled. "When you're a Nobody, sex exists on nothing except a casual basis. It's just that little Demy-kins here has only ever had one person to experience it with. He doesn't wanna admit that he's missing out on anything."
"Why can't you just drop it?" Demyx asked, voice almost despairing. "I don't want to talk about this with you."
"That's probably it," Marluxia said, smiling at Larxene. "Demyx was gobbled up by Zexion from the first day he arrived, and he's been monogamous ever since. Doesn't wanna try anything new and uncomfortable." He frowned thoughtfully. "Come to think of it, Zexion's never visited our beds, either."
"I heard from Axel that he stopped over a year ago," Larxene whispered, voice lowered in a false confidentiality that nevertheless resounded throughout the room. "He seemed to be of the opinion that Zexion stopped sleeping around at about the same time Demyx arrived. Thought there might be a correlation between the two."
"Is that so, Demyx?" Marluxia laughed. "The two of you are being faithful to each other? You have him wrapped around your little finger? One of the original six is at your beck and call?
Zexion looked down at the puzzle box and had to fight the feeling of something clogging his throat. "Demyx," he whispered, surprised when his voice came out slightly strangled. "It's not my birthday."
Demyx smiled and punched the older man lightly on the shoulder. "I know."
"What I don't quite understand," Marluxia drawled slowly, "is why. If you've never had anyone else, then how do you know that he's the best? How do you know that one of us - me or Xigbar or even the Superior - can't make you feel even better?"
"I don't care about any of that," Demyx murmured. "It's good enough for me, and it's all I want. I have him all to myself, and he doesn't have to worry about me spending the night anywhere else. We're happy-"
Larxene's shrieks of laughter echoed throughout the room. "Happy?" she asked mockingly. "Little Demyx, we're Nobodies - we don't feel happiness."
"I do," Demyx whispered. "Maybe I'm just remembering what it was like. But I'm happy."
Marluxia smiled in a manner that was predatory in the false comfort it offered. "We all remember, Demyx," he said. "But that doesn't mean we can feel. Which is why sex is so therapeutic. It doesn't need to be with Zexion, it just needs to happen. You can have me, if you want, or Larxene, if you wished for it. The both of us together, actually, if you ever felt the need." He smiled and lifted Demyx's chin delicately. "All you have to do is forget about VI and spread your legs for us."
Demyx closes his eyes and shoved Marluxia away. "I'm not gonna fuck you," he shouted angrily. "I already told you, why won't you listen?"
"It's because we know what's best for you," the older man said liltingly. He grinned and wrapped his arms around Demyx's waist, raising him from the floor and plopping him unceremoniously onto the sofa. "All you have to do is spread your legs and we'll take care of the rest."
The older man smirked and let his fingers convulse on Demyx's hips. "I want you like this. I want to see you move above me. The view is amazing," he leered, eyes lowering to the arousal resting against Demyx's abdomen. The blond reddened and automatically moved to cover himself.
Zexion grinned and slapped the boys wrists aside, grabbing Demyx's waist and lifting him.
"Move," he ordered.
So Demyx did.
The three Nobodies gasped and spun around, clutching their chests wildly. Demyx's eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat.
"Z-Zexion?" he stuttered. The older man locked gazes with him and raised an eyebrow. Demyx flushed, lips spasming slightly, and Zexion read all he needed to know in the movement.
"Come here, Demyx," he said softly. The blond nodded and slipped off the sofa, walking over to the older man and coming to a rest before him. Zexion took the sitarist gently by the arm and guided him to stand slightly behind him.
"What exactly where the three of you speaking about?" Zexion asked, directing the question towards Marluxia. The pink-haired man frowned unhappily and narrowed his eyes.
"Not much, number VI," he said, voice tight. "Larxene and I were offering Demyx some advice."
"Some much-needed advice," Larxene offered, raising a haughty eyebrow at her superior.
Zexion eyes narrowed into slits, and his voice dropped a few octaves. "Advice, you say?" he whispered silkily. "It sounded to me like the pair of you were propositioning him. He declined, and you refused to desist. That is what it sounded like to me."
Marluxia allowed a lazy grin to spread across his lips. "Advice isn't always verbal," he sang. "Though it just might be oral."
The next second found both Marluxia and Larxene flung against the opposite wall, sliding down in an ungraceful heap.
"You will not speak of number IX in such a manner again, is that understood?" Zexion said, his calm voice wavering slightly in what might have been anger had it belonged to anyone else. "You will not touch him, you will not toy with him, and if the two of you ever advise him to 'spread his legs,' again, I will rip yours off and we'll have to find two more replacements for Organization XIII."
And with that, Zexion grabbed Demyx by the arm and dragged him bodily from the first floor of Castle Oblivion.
Zexion smirked and shook his head, detaching his lips from the other man's clavicle. "No we won't. Anyone who ever uses the library is on a mission. We have this place all to ourselves."
Demyx squirmed uncomfortably under Zexion's lascivious gaze. "Why do you always do this, Zexy? All I wanted was a freakin' cookbook."
Zexion's smirk morphed into a smile, and he nuzzled the blond's neck.
"Breathe, Demyx. Grab onto those shelves and rest your legs on my arms. Just like that. Tilt your hips up a bit. Now, exhale."
Demyx's only answer was a moan.
Zexion hid an involuntary flinch and automatically released the blond's arm. Demyx smiled weakly at him and offered his outstretched hand.
"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," Zexion said softly, twining his fingers through Demyx's and squeezing for the barest moment before he dropped the limb. The sitarist grinned.
"Nah, don't worry about it," Demyx laughed. "They were just being idiots. Marluxia wouldn't ever force me. He'd try his damnedest to get me to agree, but I don't think he'd ever hold me down and make me do anything I didn't want to do. We're friends, I guess. Or at least, we're as close to friends as two people without hearts can possibly be."
Zexion's eyes narrowed and his hand clutched Demyx's spasmodically. "I don't like him," he muttered. "Rebel neophyte. You told them to stop, Demyx."
Demyx sighed and shuffled his feet together. "You can't expect them to act any different. I…I really want them to understand. I really want them to feel. If life was different…if this had never happened…I think we could have all been friends. Marluxia and Larxene could have loved each other, and Lexaeus could have opened up a vet clinic, and Xaldin might have taught fencing and Luxord would have won billions at the old casino on Radiant Garden, and the two of us could have lived happily ever after. There would be no keyblade master to worry about, or maybe…we could have been friends with him! No Heartless and no Nobodies. Can you imagine that, Zexion? Can you imagine what it would be like to love me?"
Zexion ground to a halt and tugged on Demyx's arm. He pulled the shorter man closer, resting his forehead on the pale one in front of him.
"I'll find your heart for you, Demyx," Zexion whispered. "You know that, right? I'll find your heart, and then we'll find mine, and we can disappear. We can forget about everything. We can go to Atlantica, if you want. We'll buy a house on the shore, and you can play in the water all day. And you can invite anyone you want - if you'd like Marluxia and Larxene for neighbors, I'll just smile and nod."
Demyx grinned up at him and closed his eyes. Zexion smiled gently back and dropped gentle kisses onto each of Demyx's eyelids, before resting his lips on Demyx's own.
"I don't need to imagine what it would be like to love you," Zexion whispered. "I already know."
The older man smiled.
"It's what a Nobody uses to love someone when they don't have a heart."
Owari
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