Hey.

This was originally going to be a one-shot, but I think I'll break it up.

I love this pairing, and I haven't written enough for them. :)

So here we go!

This is really random, by the way. Deal with itttt. :)

Disclaimer: If i owned the boys of KH2, they'd be in aprons, and my dishes would be done. ;D

"It's s-s c-c-cold!" Complained the blonde sitar player through chattering teeth. He trembled beneath a thick cerulean blanket, which he held tightly around his lithe frame. "Doesn't this stupid castle have heat?!" He slammed his fists down on the table, sending a fork to the floor. Poor, lonely fork, cast off the table and away from it's kitchen utensil friends, only to see them again in the mighty dishwasher. The journey of a fork is a tragic one indeed.

Larexene laughed at the shaking Nobody sitting across from her at the kitchen table as she stuffed waffles into her mouth. She always had waffles, with strawberry syrup. It was early, the clouds outside still a dark grey. Although, it was always grey in winter, so it was really hard to tell when it was day, although it was always hard to tell when it was day any other time, because it was dark here a lot too. Plus, the fact that time ran differently here didn't help much either. Demyx clutched his head, which now hurt from thinking too much into the time problem he faced every day. No wonder he was always late.

She gave him a fierce grin. "Go sleep in the oven, Dem. I'll turn the heat on for ya when you're inside and everything."

He stared at her, wide-eyed, not quite sure whether she would seriously cook him or not. She was a scary woman, and he didn't know what to think of her besides that.

And he really didn't feel like sitting by her anymore.

Slowly, he scooted his chair away, and eventually, carefully, he stood."I'm gonna go… now…"

She leaned over and snapped her teeth at him, growling. He squealed like, to his dismay, a little girl, and hurried out of the room.

Stupid dumb castle with no stupid heat… Stupid Larexene! Stupid girlish squeals that come out of my mouth! Stupid cold!

Oh boy did he hate being cold. Loved the snow, but despised the cold with a passion.

Demyx walked by several doors, in search of somewhere remotely warm, and making a wide arc around Vexen's room, which would just not be a fun place right now. And finally, he found one.

It was almost as if there was a furnace in there. Or a sun. Or a VOLCANO!

He decided quickly that he hoped it was not a volcano, because he just wasn't a lava person. (You know, water? The thing he was all about? Well that didn't go with lava so well. Something about lava being really hot, and water turning to steam, and evaporating, which he guessed wouldn't be very fun for him.)

He got closer to the door, eventually deciding that he didn't care if he would turn to steam. At least he'd be warm steam.

Yes… So warm…

He pressed himself against the warmed wood, sighing in contentment.

Sweet, sweet heat…

"Uh.. Dem?"

Demyx leaped from the door with a yelp. "A-Axel! What are you doing here?" He stammered, trying to look composed, like a cool guy, not like an idiot who was practically making-out with a door.

"Well… Seeing as how that is my room.."

Demyx reddened. "Oh, right… Heh.." He scratched the back of his head nervously, looking down, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Axel raised a brow. "And what are you doing here?"

Demyx's face, by now, about matched the color of Axel's hair.

"Uh, well… You see… I'm… It's cold and… Your room… Warm and…" He went on until he was just mumbling, because he just couldn't shut up when he wanted to.

Axel smirked. "So you're molesting my door because you're cold?"

' "Yes," he replied meekly. Axel laughed, and Demyx's face, if it was possible, grew redder. Think tomato.

"I mean no! I wasn't… molesting your door! I'm just… cold!"

Axel folded his arms, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. "Uh huh…"

He thought for a moment, taking a few steps forward. Demyx gulped, stumbling back against the door. He didn't like that look on Axel's face….

"So you're a bit… chilly?" Axel's grin widened as he pressed himself against the water-user, letting off a bit of heat, causing the smaller Nobody to shiver.

"I… eh… mmh…" He mumbled quietly as Axel breathed hotly against his ear. Sure, Demyx was a homophobe, but Axel was so dang warm...

"I bet I can fix that in a jiff. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He leaned in closer, nibbling Demyx's earlobe.

"Uhhh…" Demyx's eyes fluttered close.

"Alright then."

The redhead chuckled and leaned his forehead against the blonde's. Demyx exhaled shakily as Axel's warmth soaked into his skin, warming his very bones.

But suddenly, the warmth was gone. Axel backed away from the Nocturne. Demyx whimpered at the sudden loss of heat, his eyes half lidded. He could feel the cold already begin to seep in., and his blanket was no where to be found.

Ah, cereal bars. He mentally scoffed.

Axel himself seemed a little flustered, but just a bit. He looked Demyx in the eye, and dangled the Nocturne's blanket infront of him, a mischievous glint in his ember-like eyes.

"Here's the deal," He whispered softly. (Aren't all whispers soft? Who whispers loud?) In all honesty, he didn't know why he was whispering, but he continued. "You want warmth, and I can provide it, but…"

"But…?"

"But, I want something in return."

Demyx shivered a bit as he bit his lower lip, partly to help him think, partly to make his teeth stop chattering, partially because he had started thinking about cereal bars, and he made himself hungry. His brows knitted together. What could he possibly want? Maybe if this stupid hallway wasn't so cold, he could think straight. He looked up at the Flurry helplessly. "I don't…"

"Shhh." Axel's finger was placed against Demyx's soft pink lips. (Not that he wore lipstick or anything... He didn't care if his lips were smooth and moisturized! Really!)

Axel's lips formed a smirk as the words fell from his mouth.

"A kiss."

The redhead Nobody leaned in, emerald orbs holding the gaze of oceanic ones.

" A k-k-kiss?" Demyx stuttered, his chest heaving as he tried to control his uneven breaths. At this point, he wasn't sure if he was stuttering because he was cold, or because he was embarassed.

"Yes, my sweet Demy. A kiss. Right on the lips." His smirk grew as he watched the smaller Nobody squirm uncomfortably, his body cold, but his face red hot and flushed.

Demyx opened and closed his mouth several times, looking like a fish on land, before finally coming up with something half intelligible to say.

"I think I hear my mom calling. I gotta go!" He darted down the hall, quick as a rabbit, almost tripping, then quick as a rabbit again.

"You don't have a mom!" Axel called after him, annoyed.

To Hell if Demyx was going to get away with that!

The Flurry stormed down the hall after him, a plan already developing.

Will Demyx ever find his warmth? Will Axel get his kiss? And what's Larexene having for lunch, if not a Melodious Nocturne on the rocks? Stay tuned for more!

Review? Ty :D