Umm... just a little drabbl-y thing I wrote about Demyx and Zexion, spur of the moment. Please review and tell me what you think, I'm still a bit weird writing this pairing.
Disclaimer: I own neither Demyx, nor Zexion. Oh, and I don't make any profits off of this either.
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Zexion doesn't remember the first time he realized he was as close to in love with number IX as a Nobody could be
Zexion doesn't remember the first time he realized he was as close to in love with number IX as a Nobody could be. He does, however, know that every time the realization hits him, it feels the same. It feels warm, like everything is falling into place. Like everything makes sense.
Demyx isn't sure how many secret glances he's stolen at his superior, but it makes him feel dirty. He wants to be able to stare at the other unabashedly, wants to let his eyes roam that petite frame for more than a moment, wants to stare and know that it's perfectly allowed.
Zexion is more of a coward than he lets on, and he hates it. By nature, he should be able to walk up to the flippant sitarist, and tell him how he "feels". By practice, he avoids the object of his pseudo-desires like the plague.
Demyx is loud and obnoxious, or so he's told, and he wears his 'heart' on the sleeves of his black Organization cloak. When he thinks something, others know it. Except that that isn't true. Demyx thinks a lot of things that he doesn't let get out. Among them, his growing obsession with watching number VI.
Zexion begins to wonder why books aren't companion enough for him anymore. He's a solitary creature by nature, deceitful and dishonest. He isn't called the Cloaked Schemer for nothing. Isolation has never bothered him before now, he's never waned anything more. Never felt like he needed anything more. Until now.
Demyx is more observant than he seems, and the odd way number VI acts around him hasn't escaped him. He knows that the other ignores him, purposely goes out of his way to avoid him, casts furtive glances in his direction when they can't help but be in the same place at the same time. He knows VI is confused, perhaps intrigued by him.
Zexion has no clue how Demyx knows how he feels. He doesn't know why Demyx pushes him up against a wall and starts snogging the living daylights out of him. He doesn't know why, but he goes with it, because it's happening. He's not so foolish or calculating as to throw away an opportunity like this.
Demyx isn't going to question why he does what he does, and he's not going to question Zexion's reaction to it. To him. He's not going to linger on the goosebumps on his flesh where Zexion touches him skin-on-skin, and he's not going to wonder why neither of them is saying anything about their both being male or their both being Nobodies.
They're just going with the flow.
