So. It's been forever since I uploaded. I could have sworn I uploaded this chapter but I guess I didn't. I don't have another chapter written yet but I am working on it. I'm also working on a few others.

"I want more wine."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Aww come on Xiggy, just a little."

Xigbar raised his eyebrows at the nickname. Demyx was sprawled on the couch, his head in Xigbar's lap. The kid was adorable and frankly Xigbar was having a tough time not taking advantage of such an easy opportunity.

Demyx looked up at Xigbar and got an idea.

"What if I give you a kiss? Will you give me wine then?"

Oh so tempting.

"Demyx I'm not giving you more wine…tonight." He grinned. "But I won't say no to that kiss."

Demyx blushed. "I don't know if I've had enough wine for that…" and he batted his eyelashes.

If the kid was manipulating him this well then he wasn't as inebriated as Xigbar thought. However, he did want Demyx to remember this night.

"I'm sorry Demyx."

Demyx's lip stuck out and oh was Xigbar tempted to lean down and steal a kiss. He settled for running his fingers though that silky hair. That turned out to be just as rewarding, as Demyx melted and sighed, turning his head toward Xigbar's body. Demyx was practically nuzzling Xigbar's lap. He felt himself harden.

"You sure about that kiss Demyx?" his voice was low and husky, tinted with arousal. He wasn't going to take advantage of the kid, but he wasn't going to just sit and take it.

Demyx felt nice. The hand in his hair was touching all the right places, and Xigbar smelled of parchment and steel. The alcohol wasn't so overpowering that he couldn't make decisions, but it did send a nice relaxed feeling throughout his body. Xigbar sure smelled good. He probably would feel as good too…

Xigbar started laughing. "Hey, hey stop that!"

Demyx was tickling Xigbar's sides. The more Xigbar squirmed the bolder Demyx got, till eventually he sat up, and straddled his professor's lap, the better to tickle him.

"Stop! Stop! Ok ok you can have more wine! Just stop tickling me!"

Demyx stopped and smiled. Xigbar tried to catch his breathe. They were extremely close. Xigbar could feel Demyx's breath on his face. The blonde's eyes were slightly closed and his breathing started speeding up.

"So," said Xigbar. "You still want that wine? Or something else?" Xigbar gently cupped his face and stroked Demyx's cheek with his thumb. He wanted Demyx to initiate everything this time. He'd done his part. He'd made dinner, provided wine. Now it was Demyx's turn.

Demyx was a pretty shade of red. He knew what Xigbar wanted him to do. So he leaned in, but dropped his hands, into Xigbar's lap.

Xigbar moaned, Demyx shrieked.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I just—you—just—I—"

Xigbar gripped the boy's shoulders.

"Shh, relax kid. That wasn't bad."

"It—it wasn't? But I touched your…"

Xigbar wanted to laugh. He was just so cute.

"And what did you notice, Demyx."

Demyx bowed his head.

"Umm…it—it was—you're…"

"Aroused?" Xigbar supplied.

"Umm, yeah…what…what should I do?"

Xigbar tilted Demyx's head up.

"Anything you want Demyx. I won't push you."

So Demyx leaned in and kissed his professor. He was hesitant at first. The last time he kissed Xigbar, he was practically swept off his feet. He wasn't the one who leaned in for the first kiss. This time, Xigbar made Demyx make the decisions. He wasn't sure he liked it, but it was definitely a way to get what he wanted. He just wasn't so sure what he did want.

After a few minutes, the kiss got steamy. Demyx's hands were rubbing up and down Xigbar's chest. Xigbar arms were wrapped tightly around Demyx's back. Every few seconds Demyx would pull back to catch his breath, but then dive back in. He was making progress.

"So Demyx, why don't you tell me what happened in those dreams of yours eh?"

Demyx opened his eyes and stared into Xigbar's.

"There was this one…we were in the back of your classroom, people were leaving, and you were asking me about an assignment. I handed it to you, and you said there was a problem with it. You said—that I had to make it up to you if I wanted a good grade."

Xigbar smirked.

"And what did you have to do?"

"I had to dance for you."

Not exactly what Xigbar expected, but it wasn't a bad idea.

"Ok Demyx, would you like to dance for me?"

Demyx leaned back and smiled. Dancing he could do.

Xigbar got up and went through his CD collection.

"What'll it be?"

"Hmm…something sultry. With a good beat."

"I think I have the perfect thing."

It was one of his favorite CDs. It was comprised mainly of flutes and drums, and the plucking of a sitar. It was relaxing and exhilarating at the same time.

Xigbar dimmed the lights. Once the music started playing, Demyx relaxed into the music. It was perfect. It had an undertone of sexuality and a compelling bass line. He liked it.

Demyx was a natural. He swayed his hips to the music and wove his hands into his hair. It was innocent and alluring and exciting and incredibly arousing. With every movement Xigbar wanted to reach out and pull Demyx against him. Make love to him. But he was patient. Demyx was new at this. If fact, Xigbar was sure he was a virgin. And that made it special. He would take his time with Demyx.

The song lasted 10 minutes and by the end of it, Demyx was blushing and practically writhing in the air. He eventually worked his way over to Xigbar and beckoned him to stand up. Surprised at Demyx's forwardness, he stood up.

Demyx grabbed Xigbar's hands and put them on his waist before wrapping his own around Xigbar's neck. Demyx started grinding so Xigbar grabbed his ass and helped him move. The friction was marvelous and almost overwhelming to Demyx.

"Xigbar," he panted.

"You're incredibly sexy, know that?"

"'m not even trying."

This time Xigbar initiated the kiss. He couldn't help himself. Demyx was the perfect mix of innocence and provocative. Even his kisses were shy, but didn't lack passion. It was plain to see that Demyx really did have more than a crush on Xigbar.

Soon Demyx's hands were falling south again and hovered around Xigbar's pant line.

"Hmm where you going Dem?"

"I—I wanna feel your…"

"Feel my what?" Oh please oh please oh please…

"Your abs."

Damn.

"Mmm you wanna take my shirt off?"

Demyx nodded vigorously. Well, it was a start.

So Xigbar raised his arms, and Demyx took the hint, pulling the shirt off. There was something exciting about removing someone else's clothes, even if was just a shirt. They went back to dancing close, but it just didn't feel right.

"You know Xigbar…"

"Yes cupcake?"

Demyx stuck out his tongue.

"Something's wrong here," he said coyly.

"Oh? I wouldn't say that. I've got you all to myself. Nothing at all wrong about that."

Demyx giggled.

"Yeah but you're shirtless…"

Xigbar looked down and then back up uncertainly.

"And is there something wrong with that?

"Well…" God he didn't know how to say it. He wasn't ever good with just coming out and saying things. He wanted his shirt off but he also wanted Xigbar to do it. So he guided him in the right direction by placing Xigbar's hands at his own pant line.

Immediately reassured, Xigbar smirked.

"You want me to take your shirt off?"

Demyx nodded cutely again.

So Xigbar did, and boy did it feel better. The way their chests rubbed together. Neither of them really had much hair, so it was smooth. Demyx loved the feel of a strong body dancing with him—hell, practically on him. They were so close they were sharing the same breath.

Eventually the music stopped. And Demyx was resting his head in the crook of Xigbar's neck. He was taking slow deep breaths.

"You tired Dem?"

He nodded.

"Well why don't I take you home? It's late and you need to sleep off all that wine."

'"Nnn don't wanna go…"

Oh so tempting again. Why don't you spend the night here then? In my bed. With me. But—

"Yeah I don't want you to go either, but you should. We do have class tomorrow. And don't think that just because you're dating the teacher that you'll get off easy," he winked.

"I could always dance for you again…"

Oh that's not all you could do…