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Yoru: This one is for MisterCreamPie, a and deviantArt buddy whose obsession with Zexion borders on unhealthy...kidding, kidding, and anyhow mine does too xD.

Kuronue: This fic's rating will go up (already) almost purely on account of this fic.

Yoru: I don't write graphic well, so I'm not going to try. But slightly-more-than-implied? Yup yup.

Two: Demyx x Zexion - Desk Job

"That is your mission. I will give you more details presently." Xemnas stared down his nose at Demyx and Zexion, who stood before him. Zexion, of course, stood in rigid, respectful fashion. Demyx, on the other hand, was standing casually and making eyes at the Cloaked Schemer, who was stoically trying to ignore him. Xemnas rolled his eyes.

"Any questions?"

"No, Superior," Zexion intoned. Demyx shook his head, still trying to catch Zexion's eye. Xemnas opened his mouth to rebuke Demyx when a lower Organization member (whose name Xemnas could never remember) ran into the room.

"Superior Xemnas! Number Eight has set fire to Number Seven's bedroom!"

Xemnas blinked, "And you are informing me of this, why?"

"Well, the fire's out, but Number Seven requests that you come and administer punishment."

"Fine. You two stay here. I will return." Xemnas swept out of the room, failing to notice the gleam in Demyx's eyes. Zexion's posture relaxed slightly.

"So, Zexy..."

"Don't call me that."

"Right, Zexion. Um...how's life?"

Zexion sent Demyx an extremely withering look. Number Nine's crush on him was well-known throughout the World That Never Was, and Zexion intended to discourage it.

Not that he found Demyx unattractive - quite the opposite. However, he had responsibilities, and...when had Demyx gotten that close? Zexion could count the shades of blue in Demyx's undeniably beautiful eyes...

"Alone at last, aren't we?" Demyx said slowly. Zexion backed up, only to find the Superior's desk pressed against his back.

"Number Nine..."

"I have a name, not just a number." Demyx placed his hands on either side of Zexion, keeping him pinned to the desk.

"When you are being obnoxious, you are a number to me."

"You call this obnoxious?"

"Obnoxious, facetious, asinine...mmph!" Zexion was cut off by Demyx's mouth against his own. His mind screamed at him to push the insolent brat off and kill him, but his instincts told him to just enjoy it. His indecision kept his lips pressed against Demyx's for a good long while. Demyx pulled away first.

"Zexion, I'm not trying to be obnoxious. I want you to be mine so badly I can hardly stand it."

Zexion hesitated, "Demyx, is this a good place and time to discuss this?"

"We're alone together, and Superior Xemnas won't be back for a while. Axel knows what he's doing."

"How do you know...wait, you planned this, didn't you?" Zexion snapped as he realized the plot.

"I had to get you alone. You're always working, and someone is always around. I couldn't ever bring myself to just ask you to talk alone. And to be honest, I know you wouldn't have agreed. My feelings for you are known by everyone, so you would never be alone with me if you didn't have to be." Demyx sounded almost pleading, and Zexion felt his anger melting away.

"I don't have time for a relationship," he said quietly.

"I swear I won't get in the way of your work. I just want to be with you when the work is done."

"My work is never done."

"Maybe that's why you always look so tired and empty." Demyx leaned forward again, brushing his lips over Zexion's again. Zexion let him, consternation and longing warring in his head.

"Demyx..."

"Let me show you how strongly I feel for you."

"...what? Demyx!" Zexion yelped as Demyx picked him up and set him on the desk, "Demyx, this is very inappropriate!"

"I don't care." Demyx fastened his lips on Zexion's neck, sucking and nibbling down the pale column. Zexion didn't know what to do. Should he fight? Should he relax and enjoy it? Demyx's lips moved to the sensitive spot under Zexion's left ear, and he moaned. Suddenly this didn't seem so bad.

"D-Demyx...what if he comes back...?" Zexion panted as Demyx unzipped both of their coats and pressed flush against him, still sucking on Zexion's ear.

"He won't be back for a while." Demyx slid Zexion's coat off of his shoulders, kissing all the way down the Cloaked Schemer's chest and stomach. Zexion moaned softly as his new lover slid his tongue into his navel.

"Hold on." Demyx got off of Zexion long enough to pulled his coat off, and then returned to his ministrations. Zexion shucked his own coat, wrapping his arms around Demyx's neck and bringing him into a mind-blowing kiss. He barely felt Demyx unfastening his pants.

But he definitely felt it when Demyx's hand slid into his boxers.

"Nnh!" Zexion threw his head back as Demyx massaged him gently, bringing a reaction from his body that he had never experienced. Demyx's mouth was teasing his throat while his hand did unmentionable things, and Zexion was in a cloud of bliss.

"Ahem."

Demyx's hand froze, and Zexion's eyes shot open.

Superior Xemnas stood in the doorway, one eyebrow arched and arms crossed.

"Oh, hell..." hissed Demyx.

"I told you," whispered Zexion as he gently pushed Demyx off and hurried to fasten his pants. Xemnas' eye twitched.

"Your mission... starts...tomorrow morning," he gritted out from between clenched teeth. Zexion and Demyx scurried out of the room like puppies with their tails between their legs. As soon as they were out of earshot, Zexion grabbed Demyx and kissed him fiercely.

"I'm sure Vexen's lab table is clear, since he's on a mission until tomorrow."

Demyx grinned, and off they went.