"A-AH! Demyx!" The slate haired teen cried out, rising his hips to meet the thrusts of his lover.
Said blonde grunted in response and rocked his hips faster and faster, each time going deeper. Wanting.
Needing. Craving for his younger love. "Zexion." The teens name escaped with a gasp as Demyx sped up, searching.
"Oh my god!" Zexion screeched, his back coming to a full arch off the bed as a certain spot was hit.
His vision went white and all he heard was a beep.
Wait..A beep?

Beep. BEEP. BEEEP.

His alarm. Zexion shot out of bed with a startle and stared at his clock. The red numbers flashed 6:30am.
"The dream again..." Zexion sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It had been happening for months.
Demyx...his mullet haired friend slipped through his mind, as well as the dream. He groaned in frustration and stood, looking downat his 'problem'. "Well...fuck..." He sighed and went to take a quick, cold, shower before school.

~At School~

"Zexy!" Demyx shouted while running to meet Zexion as he approached the school. "Uh..Hi, Demyx.." He mummbled,
'Wow...way to sound like an idiot.' He inwardly cursed himself. But Demyx didn't seem to mind, and smiled to his friend.
"How was your last month of summer?" Demyx asked as they walked into the school. "Oh, it was fine. Rather un-eventful..How was erm..music camp, was it?" Zexion tilted his head ever so slightly as they approached home-room. "It was great! I met two people who just so happen to be joining our school!" Demyx exclaimed.
Zexion couldn't help but give a smile, as small as it was, at the blonde's mood.
He was always so energetic. "Demyx!" "Larxene! Axel!" Demyx shouted and waved two people Zexion had never seen before.
A red head with his hair spiked and a triangle tatoo under each eye who was wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans.
Then there was a girl, straight blonde hair apart from two strands that stood up then over her head. She wore a jean skirt and a yellow T-shirt.
"This is Zexion." Demyx spoke while placing a firm hand on his shoulder. Hands that Zexion wished would press him against a bed and slowly run over his body until-
"Hey, Zexion. Demyx told us about you." Axel said, snapping Zexion out of his thoughts. "Zexion, these are the people I was just telling you about, the ones who I met at camp." Demyx explained and Zexion nodded. "Oh, hello." Zexion nodded again then they all went inside the homeroom.

After school

"So..what do you think of Axel and Larxene?" Demyx asked while they walked to Zexion's house. "Axel seems to be a pyromanicak,
he almost set the table on fire in chemistry..Larxene seems..interesting? I don't know how to explain her at the moment. All in all, they're okay." Zexion looked up to see Demyx with a hopeful look in his eyes. "You want me to be good friends with them."
Zexion claimed, as if reading his mind. "Well...yeah." Demyx smiled abit as they stepped into Zexion's empty house, "No Saix?"
Demyx asked. Saix, Zexions brother, was the one who took care of him. Ever since their parents had died in a car accident Saix had stepped up and took care of the both of them.
"Yeah, he has to work late tonight..."Zexion sighed but smiled at Demyx, "So, what do you want to do?"

~Ten minutes later~ "Damnit, go, GO, GO!" Demyx shouted at the TV screen as he pressed hard on the controllers button. They had been playing Mario Kart and Demyx kept getting hit. "Grrr...Almost there..almost...AH-HA!" Demyx jumped into the air as he got first place. In the process he spilled over juice onto Zexion shirt.
"Oh! I'm sorry Zexy!" Demyx cried out and ran to grab him a towel. "Eh..it isn't a problem Demyx.."Zexion sighed, knwoing Demyx couldn't hear him over the fuss he was making to find Zexion a towel. He stood from the couch and went to find himself a new shirt.
He slowly peeled the soiled fabric off his body and to the basket of dirty laundry. Looking down he saw the juice ran down onto the leg of his jeans aswell. With an annoyed sigh Zexion began to un-do his jeans. As they were slipping over his hips, the door opened. "Zexy, I found a to...wel..." Demyx stood at the door way, staring in shock at the site of Zexion..half naked..his hips exposed and the jeans he wore riding so low he could see the 'V' of his stomach.
"D...Demyx I was just chan-" He was cut off how ever as a soft pair of lips pressed against his own.

In a second Zexion felt his back slamming against the cool door of his bedroom, and a warm on his chest. Demyx was pressing against him.
Oh god, it was so much better then what he had dreamed. The mullet haired teens mouth moved down from his lips and to his neck, nipping softly here and there. "D..Demyx~" Zexion moaned softly as his soft spot was found. This seemed to snap both of them out of their daze and they both looked to eachother. Shocked.
"Z..Zexion I...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry I just..." Demyx stumbled to find words and he backed away a few steps. Zexion looked to him, still in shock. "I...it's fine...sorry that was..uhm." Zexion looked to the floor, his face beat red.

Silence.
Uncomfortable silence.

"Zexion I..I'm sorry...I don't know how...I feel." Demyx looked to him, his eyes pleading. Wanting Zexion to forgive him.
"Heh...it's fine, Demyx..It's getting late. You should probably go home." Zexion mummbled while turning his back to the blonde,
searching for clean clothes. "I- Yeah..I'll see you tomorrow.." Demyx looked to him a moment longer before leaving the house.
Once he heard the front door shut, Zexion moved his hand to his lips. Gently he touched them, a tingle was left from Demyx's lips He closed his eyes and sighed, trying to re-capture that scene...though his imagination couldn't live up to it.
The slate haired teen then dragged himself to be, trying to clear his thoughts. One thing he was sure of: tomorrow was going to be awkward.