This is mainly for Carhilwenne. I'll attempt to update this one more than my other fics, mainly because I have more inspiration for this one than the others.
Some of this is special because it's stuff that me and her have talked about, and I'm going to be including a lot of what we really want in the future. I hope she doesn't mind, though... If she does, then I'll be removing this story, so, don't get attached until I can confirm it. And yes, short chapter is short.
I do not own Xigbar or Zexion, but I do own this story.
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As the alarm continued to go off for what felt like forever, the blanket lying on the queen sized bed began to stir ever so slightly. A faint grunt was heard, followed by a bit more noticeable movements before a pale hand reached out from under the thick covers, grabbing and throwing the ever growing annoyance that was the alarm clock. It hit the wall with a rather subtle metallic thunk before falling to the floor, a large crack now present on its once digital screen. The thin, pale arm quickly returned under the blanket before a quiet, slightly raspy voice was heard,
"Xigbar..."
After a moment of waiting for a response, the name was repeated more firmly, accompanied by a gentle shove,
"Xigbar, wake up...It's morning."
Thin arms pulled back the yin-and-yang printed blanket, revealing the two figures underneath and regrettably taking away most of their warmth. The older male, Xigbar, bit back a groan of irritability, his arms tightening their hold around his lover's body. The younger male let out a small whine, torn as to what to do. It was hard enough to get out of bed while Xigbar was still asleep, let alone when he somehow silently pleaded with the ghostly-blue haired male to stay. He just couldn't find it in himself to say "no". Often the young male, known as Zexion, would find a way to lure his dark haired partner out of bed, normally by offering to make a big breakfast and with the promise of French toast. That did not work this time, he sadly discovered. A shake of his lover's head was all that he received as a reply. It wasn't that he did not want to be there, warm and snuggled up to him, but he longed for a shower and to do his morning ritual. With a soft sigh, the small male tried once more, in a whispered tone,
"Come on, dearest...You don't want any French toast? Have you grown tired of the way I cook after all this time?" He then leaned to kiss the other male's jaw before continuing, "I'll even wear that apron you like...Remember the one?"
He received a gentle squeeze in his lover's embrace, before the arms loosened their hold around his petite form. He unwillingly let out a whimper before biting his bottom lip, hoping Xigbar did not hear the faint squeak. The aforementioned male placed a tender kiss to Zexion's pale forehead, not caring that he also kissed the long strands of stray blue hair that were almost matted to the warm skin.
"I'll let you go, but only if you promise me you'll stay home all day, mon petit." Xigbar stated with his nearly trademarked grin. Since finding their perfect home, Zexion had not once stayed a full day indoors. Well, without cleaning the entire day, which the dark haired male quickly added shortly after, "And, you may not clean anything but the dishes." He finished with a firm nod.
With a pitiful pout, Zexion simply gave a slight nod of his own. Not only was he given orders not to clean, but Xigbar had used his French petname. Ever since they arrived in lovely England, he used French words much more. Zexion did not know if he learned them from a language program or something else. Either way, he adored it whenever his lover would call him by a French sounding petname, "mon petit" being his favorite.
Once free of Xigbar's hold, he moved the rest of the blanket, the crisp, uninviting air causing him to give a slight hiss. And with a bit of hesitation, he fled to the bathroom, stumbling and a bit wobbly.