Title: A Heart to Call My Own

Author: rawkerdemyx

Rating: M/NC-17…they mean the same in my book.

Contains: Yaoi, lemon, romance, AU, high school fun

Summary: Zexion, the resident emo kid in his high school, was never looking for friends. He already had Axel and Marluxia, which was more than enough. He never even saw the blond mullet coming. Rated for later chapters. Zemyx

Disclaimer: The Kingdom Hearts series, its story and characters, belong to Square Enix in association with Walt Disney, Inc.

A/N: I'm so happy with the response I've gotten thus far! You guys are awesome! I hope that I can continue to entertain everyone with the story as much as I have been from what I've gathered from all of your reviews. Please enjoy this new installment!

Also, I posted a new story ("Falling from Grace") that I actually started a long time ago and never put up. I highly recommend it as I think it may take some interesting turns. But, the point of this shameless self-advertising was to let you know that updates will come, but they will go hand in hand with that story as well, so there could potentially be delays every once in a while. I hope to try and keep up with both! Unfortunately, ideas for new stories keep coming and coming, and I already have two more new stories in mind as well. Ugh.

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Silver hair was tossed from side to side as the smaller teen writhed on top of the sheets. He whimpered, he moaned, and he pleaded with the boy on top of him to never stop. Their hips rocked together and Zexion felt a thick hardness sliding in and out of his body. A mouth was on his, a tongue teasing his own. Two pairs of hands were clutching at sweat soaked skin as hips were thrust forward and backward in a rhythm punctuated by the passion filled sounds escaping Zexion's throat.

"D-Demyx!" He cried as their lips parted. His hair was swept back so that two lavender gray eyes darkened with pleasure were visible. "Oh, God, Demyx…h-harder! Nnn!" Zexion nearly screamed in bliss as Demyx thrust into his willing body. He could hear grunts coming from the boy above him that punctuated each forceful motion of Demyx's hips. Zexion watched, entranced, as a droplet of sweat slid down the bridge of Demyx's nose to hang precariously from the tip. The drop fell and Zexion followed the sudden urge he felt, his tongue snaking out to catch the liquid and taste part of Demyx.

The blond simply moaned at the erotic sight of Zexion nearly crying in pleasure, his breathing coming in short, rapid gasps, and his hands clenching the silky sheets. It was not much longer before Demyx and Zexion were calling each other's names, their hips crashing together at breakneck speed and the sound of skin smacking together filling the room. Demyx suddenly grabbed both of Zexion's hands and held them pinned to the headboard while the smaller boy wrapped his legs around the blond's hips. His movements stilled and Zexion could feel the taller boy's seed filling his body, a warmth spreading through him and a sudden euphoria when his own essence erupted from his manhood and ropes of it fell as high up as his chest, the white liquid a poor contrast against his pale skin.

Lips met in a loving kiss as arms pulled the two warm bodies together. Zexion and Demyx's mouths worked together while both reveled in the feelings of pleasure and love that crashed over them in waves. Zexion suddenly pulled away, though, and looked to the left of the bed. A look of confusion passed over his face as his eyes focused on something he never expected to see in his bedroom. Without taking his gaze away from the sight, he said, "Demyx?"

The blonde had shifted so his head resting on the smaller boy's pale chest, his ear turned down to listen to Zexion's heartbeat, his eyes closed, and a smile on his lips. "Yes, love?"

Zexion never thought the question he was about to ask would come out of his mouth, or anyone else's for that matter. "Why is there a mob of emus in my room?" He paused and considered this for a moment and then continued, "And why are they watching us make love?"

Sleepy lavender eyes blinked open and peeked out from underneath a curtain of silver hair. A groan escaped the teen's lips as he realized that everything that had happened was only a dream. Part of him was very unhappy that the dream was nothing but a figment of his overactive imagination. And desperate…don't forget desperate. Still, the emus aren't here…that's a plus. Zexion smiled to himself at the ridiculousness of that part of his dream. He wondered what it could possibly mean to have emus in your dreams, but he did not put much stock in dream interpretation. After all, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. He smiled at the Freudian interpretation of the cigar combined with the feeling he still had from his dream. He just hoped that he had not been talking in his sleep. Or, God forbid, moaning!

As he lay there imagining he and the blond teen in other erotic situations, he woke up enough to realize that something was not quite normal. I had better not find any emus in here. And then it came to him: he realized what exactly was amiss. He looked down towards his midsection and found nothing but an expanse of comforter. Lifting it slightly, he found an arm was slung over his hips with the hand attached to it reaching underneath the hem of his shirt and tracing light circles on his stomach. He listened carefully and heard Demyx behind him mumbling in his sleep. Uh…this is new. Maybe…maybe I can just pretend to be asleep. He's probably just dreaming and felt a warm body next to his…it doesn't mean anything! And, he'll be embarrassed and angry if he wakes up and sees me awake letting him do this! Zexion turned his head away from Demyx and closed his eyes. His breathing slowed and he tried to relax to make it believable that he was asleep.

The stayed there like that for nearly another hour. The entire time, Zexion was painfully aware of Demyx's hand on his stomach. To say that he had butterflies in there was an understatement. It feels like there's a whole battalion in there doing military maneuvers. Still, he waited patiently for Demyx to wake up. Thankfully, the taller boy finally removed his hand and rolled over to face the other direction. Zexion took his chance to escape before Demyx got any friskier and pounced on him. He slowly crawled out of bed so that he would not disturb his sleeping friend and then he made a beeline into the bathroom, quickly stopping to grab some clothes from the dresser and closet on his way so that he could change in the bathroom after his shower.

Zexion turned on the water so that it could heat up while he took off his clothes. He pulled the purple shirt over his head and slipped the shorts over his slim hips. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and stared for a moment, his eyes examining the reflection. The silver haired teen had never liked his body; he thought he was too thin, too short, and too pale. He brought long, thin fingers up to his chest and stared at their reflection in the mirror as he traced the paper thin scars the crisscrossed over parts of his chest, where no one would ever see them. Unlike some other people, the scars he inflicted on himself were not a cry for attention, but rather a reminder that he could feel. He had always thought there was something missing inside of him; he was so cold and analytical most of the time, and only Axel and Marluxia had been able to get relatively close to him at all. It's almost as if I have no heart…. When this idea haunted him, he would cut himself so that he could feel the pain. Feel anything.

His eyes roamed over his body a moment longer until he saw that there was steam clouding the mirror. He turned around and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded over his alabaster skin while steam rose off of his flesh. Pale white blossomed into pinks and reds as his skin burned with the heat from the searing water pouring down on him. Zexion ran his hands along his body, his muscles relaxing under his soft touch. He grabbed the soap and ran it scrubbed himself, the bar leaving vanilla scented bubbles in its wake. His hands traveled lower down his body, his fingers brushing against his straining erection. A moan escaped his lips as his eyes slid shut and he imagined Demyx's chest pressed against his back, the blond teen's fingers grasping his manhood.

Zexion took his time in the shower, eventually washing the evidence of his activities down the drain. Realizing how late it must have been, he made a concerted effort to hurry before Demyx woke up and thought he was doing something personal in the shower. Even though he'd be right…. He finished washing his hair with his blackberry shampoo and conditioner, then turned off the water. He dried himself off and then got dressed. After styling his hair, he opened the door to find Demyx awake and sitting up in bed waiting for him.

"Hey, there…" the taller boy said, his voice muffled by a yawn.

Zexion allowed himself a small smile, a smirk really, but quickly hid it before the other boy could notice. To his surprise, the expression on his face had been genuine, not the kind that he put in place so that others would not be concerned for him. "Good morning." He walked towards the bedroom door and then looked over his shoulder. "I'm going to get some breakfast. You can shower then come down when you're done."

Demyx gave him a toothy grin and replied, "Thanks, man! I'll be down in a jiffy!"

The silver haired teen rolled his eyes at Demyx's way of speaking and just walked out of the room. As he walked into the kitchen, he paused and remembered that he did not normally eat breakfast. It must have just slipped my mind. Huh. What would Demyx want to eat though? He looked around and considered a few things that he could make for Demyx. Well, he seems like a scrambled eggs and bacon kind of guy…plus, that's really the only thing I can cook. Oh, and toast. So, Zexion rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out several eggs, some milk, and a few pieces of bacon. He cracked the eggs open and combined them into a bowl. Whisking them together, he poured in some milk, and added salt and pepper to the mixture. He heated up two skillets and put the eggs in one, the bacon in the other. While that started to cook, he quickly found some slices of bread and put them in the toaster. I hope he likes sourdough.

Demyx walked into the kitchen just as the toast popped out of the toaster while Zexion was piling the bacon and eggs onto a plate. He turned around to find the blond teen standing there looking a bit awkward. He could not quite put his finger on what was different until he spontaneously blurted out, "Your hair!"

He was rewarded with a goofy smile as Demyx explained, "You don't have any gel strong enough for me to style my hair, so I just blow dried it instead." AS he sat down, his now limp hair flopped casually over his eyes and he brushed it out of the way.

Zexion could not help but stare at Demyx and how soft his hair looked. Snapping out of it, he said, "Here, I made you something to eat."

He placed the food in front of taller teen and watched as a look of hunger passed over his face. Demyx looked up at the silver haired boy and said, "Wait, aren't you going to eat something?"

Zexion blushed a little bit at Demyx's concern for him, but brushed it off and said, "No, I don't eat breakfast." At Demyx's incredulous look, he continued, "I usually don't have time in the mornings, so I've gotten used to skipping it."

Demyx pondered him a moment more before saying, "Are you sure you're not one of those anorexic emo boys?"

His question earned him a steely glare from the smaller teen. "I'm not anorexic, thank you, I'm just naturally thin!"

Demyx simply smiled in return and put his hands up in front of himself in a defensive manner. "I'm just teasing! Really!"

Zexion still glared as he sat down opposite his new friend; however, watching him eat with such gusto and thoroughly enjoy the food that Zexion had made for him, the smaller teen quickly forgave him. They chatted idly while Demyx ate and discussed things ranging from bands they liked to what each of them might want to do after high school, to any number of other things. Finally, once Demyx was done eating, the conversation turned to something Zexion instantly dreaded. I hate having to come up with something to do!

Demyx suggested that they go to his house and spend the day there, since he felt like he had imposed on Zexion's hospitality and he should reciprocate. Taking the easy way out, Zexion quickly agreed to this so that he would not be the one responsible for having ideas for what they could do during the day. They packed up Demyx's things and got in the car to drive to his house.

Pulling into the driveway, Zexion took care to park to the side of the car already there so that he would not block anyone's departure. Demyx showed him inside and Zexion had the immediate pleasure of meeting the blond's mother. She appeared to be a fairly nice woman who loved her son dearly, but she also gave off the air of someone who was very rushed. Zexion could see where Demyx got his looks though. The woman had blonde hair that hung to midway down her back, shining blue eyes, and stood as tall as Demyx, if not taller. I feel like a Lilliputian.

Demyx announced that they would be going to his room to "hang out" for a while if she needed him. The blond teen led him down a hallway and took him to the last door on the left. He opened the door for Zexion who took his cue to step inside. He stood there for a moment almost hypnotized by Demyx's room. While Zexion's room may have been larger, Demyx's had just as many poster and nick-knacks, just as many CDs, a television, a computer, and any number of other seemingly random items that one accumulates over time, and they were more closely packed in this room which made everything look more impressive.

Zexion took notice of the color scheme in Demyx's room and decided to ask about it. "Blues and greens, eh?" The smaller boy had to admit that it all served to compliment Demyx's eyes quite nicely. He had to make an effort to not be sucked into those ocean colored pools.

Demyx smiled at his comment and said, "Yeah, they're my favorite colors."

And then Zexion's eyes fell on the most interesting thing in the entire room, or at least he thought it was the most interesting. An instrument, almost like a guitar, sat in a corner next to Demyx's bed. While it shared several features with a guitar, there were some obvious differences, and Zexion was immediately captivated. "What's this?"

Demyx's smile widened as his gaze took in the instrument. Zexion could tell that he had some kind of emotional connection with the stringed instrument, and he envied that feeling. The rational part of him even admitted that he might even be a little jealous. I wish someone would look at me like that. He dismissed the thought as he watched Demyx pick up the instrument lovingly. "This is my baby…it's a sitar."

Zexion noted the name of the instrument so he could research it later. Thank God for Wikipedia. He was examining Demyx's music collection when the next few words out of the blond's mouth made his head snap around.

"Maybe I should play something for you sometime." Demyx simply stated.

The silver haired teen's mouth hung slightly open at this. Demyx said it so offhandedly, almost like it was nothing to him. But, to Zexion, it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. And all Demyx has said was "maybe I should play something for you sometime." Maybe. He had not even played anything in front of him yet, and Zexion was floating on a cloud. "I-I'd like that." Damn it, why do I stutter when I'm around him?

Demyx just kept smiling. After some time, they finally found something that was agreeable to both of them, though perhaps more to Demyx and less to Zexion. The blond had asked if Zexion had any favorite videogames, and upon hearing that he had never played any, the taller boy took it as a challenge to introduce him to the world of gaming and make sure he enjoyed it. The shorter of the two thought that such exercises were rather pointless, but he humored the boy if for no other reason than that he was too cute to turn down. Wait, cute?

Pouring over Demyx's collection of videogames was a rather time consuming process, but he finally found one that sounded interesting to him. "Hey, I've heard about this…what's it about though?"

The blond glanced up from the stack of games and said, "Final Fantasy? Well, each one's different…that's Final Fantasy Ten."

"Oh…" was all Zexion could say. Usually he was quite knowledgeable in all situations, but he was lost when it came to this. To be honest, he was rather embarrassed with himself and his ignorance when it came to something that Demyx was so passionate about.

"Hey," Demyx said, "let's put it in and see what you think." He snatched the game from Zexion's grasp and pulled out the disc. Slipping it into the PS2 drive, he turned on the television and handed the controller over to the silver haired boy. "Here you go, Zexy!"

Zexion grimaced at the mutilation of his name, but deep down inside, a small part of him smiled and said, "You know, it really doesn't sound so bad when he says it." He squashed the inner voice and looked into his hands where the controller stared back at him menacingly. There were so many buttons and control pads that he was not sure where to begin. And suddenly, he felt hands over his own. He looked up to see Demyx sitting behind him, the taller boys arms draped around him, and the blond's hands covering his own.

"Here, let me help you with that." And there was that ever-present smile.

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