A pair of arms work their way around Zexion as he sleeps. With a little groan he gives the arms a shove. "No..."
He can feel soft, warm breath on his neck as the arms tighten their grip around him. "Zexy..."
"No." Zexion says, more firmly.
"It's cold." Demyx complains, not releasing his hold on the smaller boy. "Wanna snuggle..."
"I do not snuggle." Zexion replies, pushing again at Demyx's arms.
Demyx responds with unhappy mumbling, no tangible words, just gibberish. Or at least that's how it sounded to Zexion.
Zexion sighs and opens his eyes, peering at the alarm clock by the bed. 5:38 flashes back at him in neon red. Demyx's face presses against the back of his neck and the grip around his body tightens.
"Get off." Zexion orders, trying again to wriggle free.
"Nnn..."
"I am trying to sleep, Demyx."
"..."
"Demyx."
Zexion frowns. "I do not want to do this, but you leave me little choice." He thought as he jerked his arm back, elbowing the young man behind him.
That earns him a groan of pain from the blonde as Demyx releases him and rolls away.
Satisfied, Zexion adjusts his pillow and closes his eyes.
"What was that for?"
"Kindly keep your body on your side of the bed."
"Zex..."
Zexion doesn't respond, already slipping back into the comfort of sleep.
Demyx lays on his back, rubbing the spot where Zexion's elbow landed it's blow. It's cold and he's sleepy and he doesn't know why Zexion doesn't want to cuddle up together and share body heat.
He snuggles down under the blanket and tries to go back to sleep too, facing away from Zexion.
In the morning he tumbles out of bed to the beeping of his alarm clock and stumbles off to take a shower. He can hear Zexion complaining about the alarm behind him but he doesn't shut it off. As he turns on the water he hears the alarm stop and the sound of Zexion shuffling past the bathroom door, grumbling.
When he's done with his shower he makes his way to the kitchen to find Zexion fixing the coffee. He comes up behind him and wraps him in a hug, feeling him flinch in his grip. That flinch always sends a jolt of pain through Demyx's heart. Even though he knows it isn't his fault.
"Sorry..."
"I do not know why you are apologizing." Zexion replies, pouring them each a cup of coffee.
Demyx sighs into Zexion's hair. Even though he's enjoying this, he knows Zexion isn't. Zexion doesn't like physical contact. He's tolerating it for now, but he doesn't like it. And Demyx hates that he needs contact with the people in his life.
Hates that he needs to touch Zexion.
"Love you..." Demyx mumbles, taking the cup of coffee and pulling away.
Zexion never answers that. Demyx doesn't expect him to.
Demyx sits at the table and drinks his coffee while Zexion pops some frozen waffles into the toaster and packs a lunch for Demyx. It's usual morning routine.
They have a strange relationship. They share this place, this home. They share a bed. They eat meals together. Zexion packs him his lunches and fixes him meals and tolerates his affections.
But they aren't a couple.
He doesn't know what they are.
He tells Zexion he loves him. Hugs him. Kisses him on the top of the head or the cheek, never on the lips though. Although he wants to.
Zexion lets him, frowning or sometimes flinching at the contact. He doesn't try to discourage Demyx anymore.
Now he puts the waffles on a plate, pours syrup over them and sets the plate in front of Demyx, dropping the packed lunch on the table beside the plate. "Hurry up. You do not want to be late."
"Yeah..." Demyx mumbles, digging into the waffles. Zexion goes off to make the bed.
Demyx doesn't know why Zexion sticks around.
And honestly, Zexion doesn't know either.