It was wrong on many levels. He was Jecht's son, not Jecht, not the man I gave my heart to ten years ago.

But I still slept with him.

I couldn't tell him no when he was crying on my bed that night he found out his father was the cdause of the destruction of Spira. I couldn't stop myself from caressing him when all he had asked me to do was hold ( Read more... )

The next morning was a painful one for Axel. This had to be the worst hangover by far he had ever had. He growled when sunlight glared evilly in his green eyes. A shift in the sheets and a low groan signalled to him he wasn't alone. He looked to his left and found two blondes, Roxas and Demyx, then to his right and found Zexion. Except for the ( Read more... )

It was just like every night at the bar. Axel would sit drunk at the bar because Zexion thought it funny to booze him up then take him home because it as easier to seduce someone that way, and watch the crowd of dancers and singers, always being sure to glance lovingly at Demyx and Roxas before swaying his own hips to the steady techno-rock beat ( Read more... )

"Tonight was busy. I don't think we've had that many customers since Christmas time." Zexion leaned against the back counter of the bar, drying the last of the crystal glasses with his personal bartender towel.

"Yeah, the crowds were wild tonight!" Demyx exclaimed as he did a little arm exaggeration.

"Yeah, it was a good night." Axel agreed. "It ( Read more... )

The Last one (so far . . . )

"Good afternoon!" and attractive red head greeted them at the door. "We're a bit slow today, so feel free to sit wherever you'd like." Arina and Touma took a second to look around and found an aisle of booths directly in front of them that looked slightly secluded. Arina wasn't really one for being left out of the ( Read more... )

Here we go! Another one!

They walked together down the hall to the elevators, a completly blissful atmosphere surrounding the couple. "I was thinking about that little cafe on the main strip you like so much." Touma said as he pressed the elevator button down to the lobby.

Arina smiled and blushed. No one treated her so nicely, and a date ( Read more... )

Another one.

III

"Damn it all!"

Marin and Tatsuha looked at the disgruntled brunette digging through her dance bag. The contents had been tossed about the corner and she was holding the bag upside down.

"What's the matter?" Marin called to her.

Arina stood and walked over to her friends. "I forgot I wore my dance pants last night to the club ( Read more... )

Again, Another one.

III

The morning was already long, and it had only been twenty minutes. Touma had piles of papers that seemed to grow larger everyday stacked on his desk, and nearly a full inbox on his work phone full of messages. Plus the matter with the press and paparazzi had given him quiet the headache. He didn't want to be ( Read more... )

Again, another installment . . .

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Arina apologized. "Are you okay, Tatsuha? You know you can always talk to me, right?" She put a comforting hand on his back and he stiffened, his face growing red as though he was about to burst with anger. She withdrew her hand, but his face hadn't changed. What was with him ( Read more... )

Yet, another installment!

"Damn you, tell me!" Arina demanded, not really mad, but simply curious.

The elevator stopped and the foor flung open. Marin stepped out first, Arina following close behind.

She screamed when Hiro and Shuichi attacked her from both sides and sadnwhiched her in between them.

"We heard about you and the President!" ( Read more... )