A/N: Okay…So…It's what, like two A.M right now and for some unknown reason, I'm awake….And typing. . What a scary thing. Anyways, I thought I'd give ya'll a little drabble to go 'AWW!' about. Maybe a little Zemyx?

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Squeenix beat me to it! Stole my lovely little fruit-roll up Demyx and my delicious gummy Lifesaver in assorted fruit flavors know as Zexion. Damn you Squeenix, damn you!

Rating: T for boy/boy fluff.

"Dammit, I am never going to get this research done in time…" Zexion groaned, looking at the clock on the library wall. Two A.M., perfect. Truly excellent. The boy stood on his tip toes, straining to reach a book a mere few inches from his finger tips! "Come on!!" he jumped, but with no success, only to lose his footing and find himself growling and cursing the floor for something that was clearly not it's fault.

"Need help?" a perky voice asked. Zexion turned, looking at the source of the voice. How lucky could one get to find being it two in the morning and they were being graced with the presence of the Organization's own number Nine! Unfortunately for the Melodious Nocturne, being graced with number Six's presence at two in the morning was something most would deem a nightmare. Why? Well, because a sleepy Zexy is a grumpy Zexy. And a grumpy Zexy is an all around Terror, no?

"Does it fucking look like I need help?" The lilac haired teen growled out through clenched teeth still rubbing his posterior. He squeaked as two strong arms lifted him from the ground and set him on his wobbly feet. "What are you doing up right now anyways, Number Nine?" he turned to the blonde, blinking as his eyes met with a book being outstretched to him. It was the one he had been after a moment before.

"I wanted ice-cream, but I heard you in here and decided to see if you could use some help!" he said in a bright voice as the book was taken from his hands. Zexion shuddered, listening to his bright, up-beat voice at this hour was painful.

"You're too energetic for this early in the fucking morning. Go back to bed." He slunk back to the table with all his books and gathered them up, planning on taking them to his room to work some more. He yawned, his eyes squeezing shut and missing the chair leg that so boldly dared to cross his path. This very same leg was the one that sent him hurling forward with a yelp. He didn't expect someone to catch him though. When he opened one tightly screwed shut eyeball and saw Demyx's worried face, his own began to heat up. "T-thank you." He murmured as he was stood back up.

He looked in dismay at his books and papers that were scattered, but watched in amazement as Demyx quickly bent and began to gather them up. The blonde stood, holding the big stack of books in his arm and peeked around them, grinning at Zexion. "I'll make you a deal, Zexy!" he turned to get a better view of the other male. The Cloaked Schemer hissed at his accursed nickname, but nodded for him to continue, "I'll carry these for you, on two conditions. One, we stop in the kitchen and get some ice cream on the way." Zexion frowned, but nodded, "And two, you let me help you with your work!"

Zexion made a face, "Demyx, what in the world would make you think that I would let you help me with my work?? I don't want the Superior to murder me!" he hissed at him. Demyx looked hurt for a moment, but that look quickly went away.

"You're worn out Zexy! You need sleep, so let me help and we'll get the work done faster! Two heads are better than one!"

"Not when one is hollow."

"Zexy!"

"Oh no…Don't look Zexion- Crud. You idiot. You looked. You knew the whine meant he was going to have his puppy dog pout on, but you sucker, you looked! And it's even worse because it looks like your last crude comment seemed to take a toll on him! So now he looks like he's gonna cry! For Pete's Sake Zex…Give it up, you know you can't win to that face."

As Zexion mentally lectured himself, Demyx sniffled. "Fine! I'll let you help me. But if you start to bother me, I'm sending you to bed." He said in a gruff voice as he led the way to the kitchen. Though he would never admit it, he was quite enjoying the Nocturne's company for once, and his help was much appreciated. No way in hell that would ever escape his mouth though.

Demyx's whole face instantly lit up, "YAY!! Thank you Z-"

"Shhh! Keep it down you idiot!"

"Whoops! Yay! Thank you Zexy!" he said in softer voice. "I'll make sure to be good!" he said as they stopped in the kitchen, retrieving two sea salt ice-cream bars and heading to Zexion's room.

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After about an hour in, they hadn't gotten far, and they were no where near finished when Zexion slumped over in his seat and fell asleep. He hadn't slept in almost two days, and this was his limit, he was out like a light. So, of course he didn't stir when all too familiar strong arms lifted him up and stripped him carefully to his undershirt and boxers and tucked him neatly into his welcoming bed.

His still didn't stir as the owner of those strong arms bid him good night and kissed his forehead gently, but somehow he got the message.

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The next time Zexion stirred, it was eleven AM. When the Cloaked Schemer opened his eyes and caught sight of the time, he leapt from the bed and rushed over to begin working. Instead, he found a neat little note card addressed to him reading, "Sorry Zexy, I managed to finish, but it may not be perfect. I was a little sleepy too!"

"He managed to finish?" Zexion mumbled to himself, lifting the stack of paper and scanning to where he had left off. There, in neat, but somewhat stressed handwriting was the rest of the work, and true, it wasn't exactly perfect, but it was probably better than anything Zexion could have managed. The boy was amazed Demyx had managed to finish it this well. He smiled softly and rushed to turn it in. So what if it wasn't perfect? The superior could kiss his ass.

Later that day, Zexion bumped into the still-suffering-from-pulling-an-all-nighter form of Demyx ambling in the library. The blonde smiled sleepily and reached over, grabbing the last book from Zexion's stack and placing it back on the shelf. The same one Zexion had not been able to reach the night before.

"There ya go Zexy." He yawned and rubbed an eye. He looked back to the teen and nearly fainted when he saw…Zexion smiling?! At…HIM?! True enough, Zexion stood before him with a sweet and graceful, but still simple, smile lighting his face.

"Thanks Demyx." The other said and couldn't help but smirk at Demyx's dumbfounded look on his face. "What? Didn't think I was capable of thanking someone?" he tilted his head to the side, looking at the swaying blonde curiously. "…Demyx?" He yelped as the blonde fell forward into his arms, and almost fell over trying to hold him. "Hey! Demyx! Wake up!!" he finally sank to his knees holding the sleeping blonde.

Demyx had a rather content look on his face as he cuddled up to him, wrapping his arms around Zexion in his sleep, making the other blush considerably. "Mhmm…" The boy buried his head in Zexion's stomach, "Sexy…Zexy.."

Zexion's eyebrow twitched and he was about to bash Demyx's head in, but shook his head and let his hand fall gently on the side of the boy's face, brushing his hair from his face and craning down, pecking his cheek. "Sleep tight."

And now I close out this train wreck of a drabble. It started early on morning and is finished many weeks later after being found in the confines of my computer and I decided to end it out. It's nothing special. Just a bored Cassy. Please R&R! I'll love you forever!