Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts and if you thought I did, thanks.
Warning: Some boys loving boys and some sex with those boys.
Blue
Love Me
Kick kick kick. He was doing it again. "Roxas, I don't care how bored you are. The Superior is talking."
"He's just going on about the same crap as usual. Why do you take him so seriously?"
Xemnas' orange eyes stopped scanning the room and concentrated on Roxas. His reiterated speech came to a halt. Roxas rolled his eyes away from Zexion until the Superior's gaze wandered elsewhere.
He leaned toward Zexion. "You don't really believe these ideas he has, do you?"
Zexion did believe Xemnas. He thought the Superior was brilliant. This arrogant newbie just didn't understand. Yet he was still listening to him and not to the Superior. Roxas was free thinking and had refreshingly new views on everything. His thoughts were intelligent but the organization had been taught differently so Zexion saw them to be wrong. He had been listening to what Roxas was sharing since the troublemaker first appeared in the organization a little while ago. Alas, as entertaining as Roxas' words were, they were also irritating when spoken over someone Zexion highly admired.
"Roxas," Xemnas was done being spoken over, "I trust you haven't finished your day's work. Why not go ahead?" It was as much of a question as Vaan is pale.
Roxas gave a disconcerted sigh and left the room, leaving Xemnas with his talk and Zexion with the peace he wanted.
The next day began with a message from Xemnas. The usual tall white room was closed for reasons no one seemed to know or care about and was thus replaced with a plain small room with a few desk like chairs. So, all of the organization members piled into the relatively new meeting place and listened to what Xemnas had to say. All, that is, except for Roxas. He was busy prodding the side of Zexion's neck and waiting for a reaction.
"Really Roxas," Zexion continued to look at the Superior.
Roxas smiled. "It's too easy."
These organization meetings occurred almost everyday and for the past couple weeks Roxas had made them all unbearable. Everyday Zexion looked forward to the annoyance getting in trouble.
The poking continued throughout most of Xemnas' little talk, interrupted once in a while to argue quietly with a point of Xemnas'. The points weren't quiet enough.
"Speaking of control, it seems as though our still new friend Roxas has none." He didn't need to say anymore. Roxas left with the same exasperated expression as usual.
The rest of the day went on as the days normally did: nothing surprising, nothing new, and nothing interesting. The only thing Zexion found slightly out of the ordinary was a conversation in the evening.
"So," Demyx began the chat, "you and Roxas."
Zexion was half paying attention. The two were in Zexion's room, Demyx playing with Zexion's hair and Zexion reading while swatting Demyx's hand away. "What about Roxas?"
"Come on. Don't tell me you don't see it." Zexion gave Demyx a concerned face. "Come on! He's been flirting with you everyday since he got here!"
Zexion turned away. "What is this, a slumber party? We are not talking about boys." He went back to his book. "Besides, we are the boys. Boys don't talk about other boys and boys certainly don't like other boys."
"If you say so..."
"What's that supposed to mean? Roxas is gay for me?"
"It wouldn't be that weird."
"Come on, Demyx. This is Organization XIII. There aren't a bunch of homos running around." Zexion lied. He had always questioned his sexuality and tried to cover it up with hints of homophobia.
His façade never fooled Demyx, who rolled his eyes and breathed out a disbelieving, "okay."
That night Zexion laid in his bed thinking about that irritating conversation. Why did Demyx bring that up? Did he really think Roxas was flirting with him? What a stupid thought.
The following afternoon Zexion attended another meeting. He was oddly disappointed when he didn't see Roxas. A few minutes went by when the rebellious blonde decided to show up. He loudly strolled over to his usual spot next to Zexion while Xemnas continued talking. He sat sideways in his seat so he could rest his feet on the side of Zexion's.
"And you were…?" Zexion kept his gaze straight ahead.
"I thought taking a longer lunch wouldn't hurt."
Xemnas was a patient man but today was not a good day. "Roxas, I am sorry this does not hold your attention. It seems as though you're only interested in Zexion."
Behind Zexion's hair were two flushed cheeks. Surely Xemnas meant to say that differently. Xemnas looked around. "Today's meeting is important. It would be a shame for you to miss it. Why don't you move next to Marluxia for now? The empty seat next to the pink haired man was directly behind Zexion. Whoa, Xemnas. Don't go making decisions too drastic. Zexion rolled his eyes.
Kick kick kick. So it began again. Xemnas didn't notice Zexion's personal discomfort. "Ugh." Zexion gave an annoyed sigh. The kicking stopped, but he now felt fingers running down his upper spine. He gasped. The only person who ever touched Zexion was Demyx who just played with his hair every so often. Zexion didn't know what to say. The Superior's words were drained from his ears and all he could hear was the conversation he had with Demyx the day before, the one about Roxas…and flirting and men liking…men. His blush stayed behind his purplish locks. This couldn't be good for him. He opened his mouth to protest the sensation but didn't really want them to stop.
He started to tilt his head back when he saw Demyx sitting to his left out of the corner of his eye. The sitar player had a half shocked, half blank stare on him that ran into Zexion's direction. "Um," Zexion turned halfway around and shoved Roxas' hand away. He cleared his throat and whispered to Demyx, "How stupid." Demyx didn't change his expression. "I just," Zexion kept going, "I don't really like being stared at. No one does."
Demyx gave a small smile, "Unless you're an attention whore like Roxas." He glanced behind Zexion and smirked. Roxas was examining Marluxia with a judgmental glare. Marluxia was pretending not to notice. The flowery man finally said,
"If you make that face long enough, it's going to stay like that forever."
"Roxas!" for the first time in a while, Zexion, Roxas, Demyx, and Marluxia heard Xemnas' voice. "I said that's all. Are you not going to run out now?"
"Oh," Roxas looked at the superior, "guess so." He stood up and strolled out of the room.
The other members began doing the same, going back to their various tasks and activities. "I don't really feel like eating with everyone else today." Demyx stayed in his chair while Zexion started getting up. "Why don't we have lunch in your room today, Zexy?"
"Ugh. That name makes me want to puke. So does the idea of a date with you."
Demyx gave Zexion a big grin. "Don't be silly. You said so yourself," he mellowed down his voice to sound like Zexion's, "'Boys don't like other boys.'"
Zexion made the closest thing he could to a smile. "Yeah but you're weird." He put out his hand to help Demyx up, who accepted it and walked out of the room with Zexion.
Lunch was quite enjoyable. The two sat on Zexion's bed and talked about the organization members. Xemnas and his creepy eyes, Xigbar and his creepy eye patch, etc. They went down the list and approached Zexion.
"Hmm," Demyx pondered, "Zexion and his creepy information steeling book."
"That's all you can say about me? How disappointing." Zexion pretended to look sad. The list continued and eventually Demyx came up. "Demyx…" Zexion began, "and his creepy liking for me." He gave Demyx a challenging look.
"Ooh," Demyx scrunched his face, "I was saving that for Roxas."
Zexion attempted another smile.
"Yeah," Demyx continued, "nothing creepier than friends." His eyes rolled. A few more names passed. "And finally," Demyx paused, "Roxas and his creepy…blue eyes." He looked at Zexion as if to confirm Roxas' eye color.
"Demyx…" Zexion looked up at his strange friend, "your eyes are blue."
"Are not!" Demyx immediately defended. "Nuh uh. My eyes are a beautiful rare green!"
"I'm looking at them right now. They're blue."
Demyx smirked and looked into Zexion's eyes. "Don't be mad that yours are…blue." His smirk sank.
A chuckle came from Zexion, and a hidden blush sprawled across his face when he realized they were still looking into each other's eyes. He looked down and cleared his throat. "Um…" his voice shook. "I guess there are a lot of creepy things about Roxas."
"Yeah…" Demyx sighed. "Uh," he gathered his thoughts. "Yeah I mean, who touches people's backs? Creeper."
"At least he doesn't look creepy."
Demyx looked down, "No, no I guess he doesn't. Uh I better get back to work." He smiled. "I have a lot to do today. So do you." He stood up and started to leave.
Zexion put his cheek on his palm, "Of course." They had today off. "Uh, Demyx!" Zexion raised his voice for the first time in a while. Demyx stopped and turned to Zexion. "Let's…have lunch here again tomorrow. It was better than eating with Larxene and Xaldin and everyone else."
Demyx gave him a big grin, "Yeah." Zexion let out a sigh as Demyx walked out his door. What was he doing to himself? This would always happen. He and Demyx would spend time alone then Zexion would just be left with his stupid thoughts. No. It was okay. This time he had someone else to think about. Wait. Who said he could think about Roxas? Who said he even cared about Roxas? Such annoying thoughts.
That night, just when Zexion decided he was too tired to stay awake any longer, there was a knock at his door.
"Saix," He answered, "what a delightful surprise."
"Zexion, it's not like you to talk back." Saix's voice was calm.
"It's been a long day."
"Don't get too ready for it to be over. The Superior has called together a prompt meeting."
"Lovely."
"Don't take too long." Blue hair trailed off as Saix continued down the hall outside Zexion's door.
Zexion gave a long sigh and followed distantly after. He walked into the makeshift meeting room and saw Saix had been collecting the members in order. "Ugh., stupid small number."
Xigbar overheard. "Hey, I'm number two. I'm the one with something to complain about." He smiled.
Zexion kept his 'wow life sucks' expression as he glanced at Xigbar and sat next to no one. Demyx should come in soon. He's only two away if you don't count Saix. Finally, there's eight and blonde hair-Demyx. Zexion raised his hand slightly as if it was hard to find him amongst the five other people. Demyx gave him a grin and sat down beside him, pulling his chair closer to Zexion as he usually did. Zexion always thought no one had ever taught Demyx about personal boundaries.
"Nice to see you so late at night, Zexy! Don't think I ever have."
"Well," Zexion avoided the distant innuendo, "it's like me, only the clock says something different." He earned a smirk from Demyx.
"One day you won't be able to avoid one of my sex jokes. It'll be great!"
Zexion was about to give his equivalent of a smile when he felt a jolt on his sides. "Ah." He jumped a little and looked around furiously.
"It was just a poke. You don't have to freak out to get my attention." Roxas sat down in the chair to Zexion's right. "You shouldn't be so jumpy or people like me will pick on you."
Demyx looked away with a discouraged expression but turned back almost immediately, fake smile glued to his disappointed face. "Alright! Roxas is here, which means this meeting should start pretty soon, right?"
"Who knows with these guys." Roxas crossed his arms then unfolded them to mess with some loose strings on Zexion's coat.
"Sorry to interrupt your lives for a second time today," Xemnas began speaking, "tonight's meeting is crucial because-"
"Because you have power issues and need to know you can call us like dogs no matter what time it is?" Roxas watched the Superior.
"Roxas," Zexion butted in, "it's too late for that."
"I'm sure everyone thinks it's a bit late for this little get-together."
"I am glad we are all on the same page, then Roxas." Xemnas said, "now then…" As he continued talking Roxas sighed and turned to Zexion.
"I didn't see you eating lunch with Demyx today. What were you two doing?"
"We," Zexion hesitated for some reason, "we just needed to finish some things."
"Yeah, I guess you seem like someone who'd work a lot. I wouldn't think the same for mullet head over there, though."
"Well, it's not really a mullet. It's more like a…"
Zexion let it drop. He didn't give up going to bed to argue about mullets. Neither did Xemnas.
"Once again it seems as though my message hasn't quite reached you, Roxas. I would like to think of you all," he looked around at the other twelve members, "I would like to think of you as my responsible nobodies who seek common goals and do everything in their power to achieve them. I would not like to think of you, however, as misbehaved children who cannot keep their mouths shut. Roxas, you have shown that you are an excellent nobody who works well, but you have also shown me the selfish child without sense. Therefore, I have been and will continue treating you like a child. Now please do me the honorable favor of not sitting next to my Cloaked Schemer or anywhere near him. There happens to be an empty seat next to number eight right across the room. Why don't you take it?"
Roxas looked half angry and half surprised, but like a good nobody, he plopped down next to the bright red haired man.
"No," Zexion whispered to himself, "anyone but Axel."
"Ouch." Demyx cooed. "Right next to Mr. Pretty Pants."
"He's the best looking one here. I'm going to look about as attractive as Xigbar now. Wait." Zexion stopped himself. Since when was being attractive an issue? Was he trying to win over Roxas without telling himself first? This was ridiculous. Zexion shook his head. Maybe those thoughts could disappear...but he needed those thoughts…now he was just confused.
"Are you okay, Zexy? You look a little lost."
"Um," Zexion shook his head again, mental Etch A Sketch not working. "Be quiet. The Superior's talking." He faked a scowl.
"Alright," Demyx looked a little defeated and gazed over at Roxas' new spot. He could tell Roxas was trying not to look at Axel. "Not gonna work," Demyx quietly sang to himself, "he's way too pretty to be ignored."
An excruciating forty five minutes later, Xemnas at last stopped talking and dismissed everyone. As the members started to drag themselves back to their rooms for forcefully prolonged sleep, Demyx glanced back over at Roxas and Axel.
The short blonde looked like he was in pain. As Axel started to stand up, Roxas' eyes finally and fiercely studied the red haired beauty's face. He was standing as well and continued to awkwardly stand there and stare. "You're…" he choked out.
"The name's Axel. Got it memorized?"
Roxas stuttered in front of Axel's confidence. "I-I don't think it'll be that hard to remember." He tried to calm down and keep up his contradicting personality.
"Heh," the fiery boy smirked. "You'd be surprised." He shrugged the most beautiful shrug Roxas had ever seen and turned from their brief conversation. "See you around," Axel looked back to the blonde wreck and examined his short build, "Roxas."
Roxas felt his throat turn into a desert and stomach implode on itself. Did a guy really just make him feel like that? He better not be thinking about him tonight. "That guy…" Roxas was still standing on the same spot, "I can't remember his name."