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beside the main campfire, late saturday evening

It's late Saturday evening, and Roxas is kind of sitting there reading a book in the dim fading light.

Or, it looks like he's reading a book anyway. The book's open a little less than halfway, and his eyes are on the page.

But they're not really moving. He almost looks like he's asleep with his eyes open, except that he occasionally blinks.

Someone's distracted.

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"I've never tried," he admits, and watches the fire. "He sounds... hot."

And then there's a moment of silence and some frantic mental flailing, and he adds, "And not in the way you're thinking. I mean, fire and hot-headed and. Heat-wise."

Demyx laughed. It felt good to laugh. "He is hot. In both ways! And he's really good in bed. I mean..." Demyx blushed, hiding his face against Roxas' shoulder. "...Well, he is!"

Roxas blushes too, looking away from the fire to the book in his hand and nudges Demyx's head with his own.

"You and he were..."

He swallows hard, a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he bites his lip.

"He's your boyfriend?" he asks, looking around at Demyx.

"Sortof," Demyx said, trying to think of the exact way to explain it. "There was someone else he liked better than me, but we were still really close. We all three were really close."

"Oh, right."

He sighs a little.

"D'you miss him? Or is he here, too?"

"He's not here. I miss him a lot, but I've kinda had to learn to be without him. It's hard, but the people here are great, too." Demyx kissed Roxas' neck. "And it's really good to see you, even if you aren't the you I know. You still look the same, and sound the same, and sortof act the same..."

Despite the heat of the fire, Roxas' skin is covered in goosebumps, and he swallows hard.

He licks his lips, looking at Demyx.

"W-what was that for?" he asks, his breath a little faster, and (embarassingly) he can sort of feel himself reacting to the kiss. He doesn't move, doesn't try to pull away.

It was kind of nice.

"Force of habit," Demyx murmured, completely unrepentant. As long as he wsan't being yelled at or slapped, right? "I can leave you alone, if you want me to. I just like being near you, that's all."

He shakes his head, laying his head on Demyx's shoulder, taking comfort in him.

"Don't go. It's okay. Just..."

He clears his throat. if Demyx reads into Roxas' reaction and what he didn't say, it'll pretty much translate to, 'blushing virgin.'

Demyx wasn't that observant, sadly. He tightened his arms around Roxas, just sort of memorizing the moment. "...Thanks. Being with you, I don't feel so alone."

"I know the feeling."

He looks up, and presses a quick kiss to Demyx's cheek, mimicking Demyx's kiss on the beach.

"It's weird, being here. I thought I'd left all my friends at home."

"Well, you can always make new friends. It's kinda the way life goes." Demyx was practicing all the self-restraint he had not to carry Roxas off then and there. But he was being good. He was!

"But I like my friends," he says with a small smile, eyes dropping down to Demyx's chin before he looks back up at him. "Old and new."

He doesn't know, wouldn't really understand it anyway. Never been kissed, too busy practising for Struggle to look at girls and boys, and he grins.

Well, sometimes it takes a good teacher for things like that. Demyx smiled back at him, moving one hand up to brush his fingers against Roxas' cheek. "Yeah. Friends are great." Shifting into a less awkward position, Demyx tipped Roxas' face up slightly and kissed him.

His eyes widen a little, and he's not sure what to do with his mouth and he's sure he's going to start drooling or something, but his lips are tingling and his hand finds the front of Demyx's jacket, fisting the material and holding it tightly.

Okay, it's kinda really nice.

Demyx pulled back, running his thumb over Roxas' lower lip. Smiling sheepishly, he glanced down at where Roxas had the front of his jacket in a deathgrip. "...Sorry. Maybe I should have asked, first."

He's blushing fit to burn, but he shakes his head, licks his lips (and probably Demyx's thumb at the same time) and stumbles over his tongue.

"I just... never. Um."

He looks up at Demyx, and ever-so-slightly-clumsily leans forward to kiss him again.

Demyx was totally all for more kissing. He just hadn't wanted to scare Roxas off by moving too quickly or anything like that. But this was a different story, considering Roxas had initiated it. So he must be okay with it! He held the younger boy closer, deepening the kiss.

His mouth's already a little open anyway, but he gasps when Demyx holds him closer, his fist still holding onto Demyx's jacket, other arm sliding around his neck. And this is nice. This is very nice and he likes it and wonders why he's never done it before and he brushes his tongue over Demyx's lips. It feels natural, if a little... public.

But most of all, it feels nice.

Demyx never really thought about it being 'public'. Though considering where they were...yeah, it would definitely count as public. He was being very tame, though, pulling back after a little while, face flushed and breathing a little ragged.

"What was that about 'never'?" he asked, half-breathless. "You're too good of a kisser to have never done it before."

He shakes his head.

"Never done that before."

He licks his lips again, finally opening his eyes to look at Demyx, his cheeks red and eyes bright.

"That was kinda nice," he says with a grin.

"Just a little," Demyx agreed, grinning back at him. He hadn't realized just how much he'd missed Roxas. Nevermind that they were different Roxas-es. Roxii?

"Should...probably keep it tame, though," he continued, carefully disentangling himself from Roxas. "I wouldn't want to push you too far. I apparently have a bad habit of doing that."

"That was tame?" he asks, a little bewildered, and finally manages to convince his fist to let go of Demyx's jacket, arm dropping to the side before he lifts his hand to run it through his hair.

"I can't see you pushing anyone to anything."

Demyx rubbed the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. "That was tame. And I guess I'm pushier than I seem. That, or people are really easy to push." He really wanted to drag Roxas off to bed.

Really. Wanted to.

He chewed on a thumbnail for a minute, a small smile playing his grin.

"I'm not a pushover, I assure you."

His eyes flit back to his own cabin, and he looks back at Demyx.

"I should probably..." he gestured to Platypus. "You know."

He probably weighs as much as a feather pillow. It'd be rather easy to drag him off anywhere.

"Which cabin are you in?"

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