Okay! So I have this sudden urge to write a Zexion/Demyx one shot so I'm gonna.
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Dreams Do Come True
Zexion always enjoyed Demyx's company, as much as he hated to admit it. Occasionally he would seek out the boy, just to be around him. Demyx knew too that he liked being around him, Zexion had told him. Demyx got nosy one day and wouldn't stop asking Zexion why he was always around, so he caved and told him. That stupid, annoying…lame…cute puppy-dog face of Demyx's was just too much to resist. And then Demyx had grinned and told him he enjoyed Zexions company too, because the Cloaked Schemer actually listened to number IX.
In the past few days, Zexion had learned a lot about Demyx. The poor blonde was actually much smarter then what the Organization gave him credit for. He hated it when anyone brushed him off, or ignored him. All he wanted was to make people happy, hearts or not, and he couldn't do that when people cruelly ignored him! Zexion had been slightly surprised at how much Demyx could talk, especially since what he was talking about were serious matters.
Now, Zexion was coming to realize that his thoughts and feelings for Demyx were taking a more…Intimate route. Every time he saw the Melodious Nocturne, he would get nervous and slightly jittery, not knowing what to say. His nights were spent twisting and turning in bed, trying to get Demyx out of his mind. When he did sleep, his dreams were of himself, Demyx, and his bed. Nothing more to say on that one.
Now, as his feet carried him towards Demyx's room, he was mentally preparing himself for what he was going to say. And do, for that matter…
He knocked softly on the door, which almost immediately opened. Figures. Demyx never wasted a moment in answering the door, always a chance to make someone happy…If things went as planned, Demyx would be making Zexion the happiest Nobody on the planet…
"Hey there Zexion! What's up? You look kind of…Troubled. Something wrong?" Demyx asked, concern shining in his bright blue eyes.
"Umm…Sort of. Look, can we talk or is now a bad time?" Was Zexions quiet reply. Demyx merely nodded and backed away, allowing Zexion to step into his room. Zexion did so, and Demyx shut the door behind the confused guy. Said guy turned around to face Demyx, his nervousness showing clearly in his face. A deep breath, and go…
"Demyx, I've been thinking about…about you a lot, and I…I uh…" Zexion started stuttering here. Gah, what had he been thinking! This was the worst idea he had ever had. He shouldn't have done this. If anything, Demyx would think him crazy and throw him out of his room. So, when soft and warm lips were pressed against his own, it didn't really register in his head that Demyx was kissing him. Well, until Demyx stopped. As they say, you never appreciate what you have until it goes away...Or something.
"Say no more. I feel the same." Demyx murmured in Zexions ear, wrapping his arms around the smaller males waist and pulling him against him. Zexions mouth curved up into a smile as he put his own arms up around Demyx's neck.
"Good. That means less talking." Zexion said, smiling seductively at Demyx.
"Care for a game?" Demyx asked suddenly, his voice getting deeper, his grip on Zexion tightening. A blush immediately spread to Zexions cheeks as millions of thoughts ran thru his mind, all the possibilities of what Demyx could mean.
"W-What kind of game?" Amazingly, he had found his voice somewhere within him.
"Oh, I think you'll like it." Was the lustful reply as Demyx locked his door and led Zexion closer to his bed.
Looks like dreams do come true.
End
R&R Please.
-BlackWind92