It was rare that Demyx was allowed to take things this far; to have Number VI lying beneath him on his blue bed, slate hair out of place, lips kiss bruised and his pale face flushed. It had been so long that they had been together now - was it weeks, months or even a year...? - but this was something special. It wasn't often that Zexion put aside his composure and work to be with Demyx, just be with him, not talking no questions no Kingdom Hearts... just two Nobodies, trying to love each other out of sight of the world.

"IX..."

Zexion was not nearly so affectionate as Demyx. Demyx would play Zexion pieces of music, come to find him when he didn't turn up for dinner, cuddle him in an armchair in the library, and steal kisses whenever he could. But he was often dismissed, for there was important work to be done, and Number VI could not allow anything to get in the way of the completion of Kingdom Hearts...

"Demyx... Stop."

And on nights like these, he was always stopped. Zexion would allow the light kisses to become deeper; allow the light touches to become more intimate; and allow sitting together to become cuddling together on the bed. But he always stopped Demyx before things became more physical than that... And it hurt.

Demyx rested his head in the crook of Zexion neck, trapping the smaller Nobody lightly with his larger weight. "Why...?" He whispered, slightly breathless, hoping that the response would be different, and that he would either be given a proper reason or allowed, just for once, to continue.

"That is enough." Came the articulate, if also breathless response, and Zexion began to shift beneath him, slipping out of his grasp to right himself before standing and adjusting his robe.

Demyx sat up and reached out to grasp Zexion's thin arm, trying to coax him back down onto the bed. "Don't go." He breathed, pulling Zexion down onto his lap and holding him, kissing his pale neck lightly. "You always go. Please stay? Just once?"

In his hold, Zexion relaxed and his eyes slid closer at the feel of warm lips and breath on his skin, but then he straightened. "Not tonight," He replied. "Another night."

"But you always say that," Pleaded Demyx, holding him a little tighter. "Please stay, just tonight. Just stay with me. Let me-"

Zexion stood abruptly, pausing at the door to turn slightly, his blue eyes downcast. "Another night, Number IX... Demyx." He murmured, before closing the door behind him.

Yes, it hurt. It hurt in his chest, made that empty hole where his heart should have been ache with longing and rejection. It hurt that he wasn't allowed to show Zexion how much he loved him; to hold him, to touch him and show him how much he meant to Demyx... But if he loved Zexion, with every non-existant fibre of his Nobody heart, then he would wait. Wait until 'another night', when Zexion would finally let himself be loved and held and cared for. Demyx could wait until then...

couldn't he?