"Hey, Vexen?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you know hugging you is like cuddling with a giant popsicle?"
After a brief moment of silence Vexen slowly lifted his head from the pillow to give Demyx his patented eyebrow raise and a 'Did you just say what I think you said?' look. The Nocturne looked up from where his head had previously been resting on Vexen's bare chest, a tentative smiled crossing his features.
"What'd I say?"
The scientist sighed and shook his head, laying his head back on the soft, through damp, pillow. "Demyx, you have such a…creative imagination…"
"I mean it though." Demyx insisted, lifting his head again. Post-sex cuddle time was always an interesting experience for the two Nobodies. Usually, Vexen would relax and let Demyx do most of the talking, which mostly consisted of him prattling on about this or that. The scientist, however, never really minded listening to the sitar player talk about nothing. It wasn't quite what he said, but the way he said it; brightly and almost always with a smile. The musician's sunny disposition, despite lacking a heart to truly feel happy, always manged to warm the Chilly Academic.
"Seriously," The younger man insisted again, shifting on the frozen waterbed and and beneith damp sheets. His arms wrapped around Vexen's narrow waist and his chin came to rest in the center of his chest. Aqua met green as his eyes locked on Vexen's and he continued. "You're tall and skinny, you're cold, you keep me cool on hot summer days." Demyx suddenly grinned impishly and licked the chemist's chest playfully. "And you has flavor."
Vexen shivered faintly at the warm sensation but rolled his eyes and tried to look indignat as possible. "Again, Demyx, you're mind is a creative one to say the least." He paused and looked down at him. "...And what, pray tell, is my 'flavor'?" The young Nobody licked his lips as he considered his answer, the innocent act seeming oddly erotic because of their current situation.
"Hmm...you kind of taste like...mint." He grinned and bit his lower lip just slightly. "Winter mint."
"Hmph, why does that not surprise me coming from you?"
"How about me?" Demyx's calloused fingertips lightly stroked up the cool skin of Vexen's back, casuing a faint stirring of arousa to shiver through the academic's body. "What do I taste like?"
A slight smirk crossed Vexen's angular face. "Let's find out..." He lifted one elegant hand and gently took Demyx's chin between his thumb and index finger. The younger blonde didn't resist as the scientist sat up slightly and pressed his cold lips to his cheek. He closed his eyes and relaxed at the slightly numbing sensation. Demyx shivered as he felt the dignified scientist's tounge gently slide up his cheek. The feeling faded after a moment and a light breath of cold brushed his ear. Vexen's voice was a soft murmur in his ear, "...Sea salt."
Demyx laughed somewhat breathlessly, his head vaugely reeling from Vexen's icy touch. "I do? Is that a good...thing...?" The Chilly Academic chuckled faintly and the sitar player quickly quieted as he felt soft kisses trail down the side of his neck then one speificly hard kiss land exactly on his 'weak spot', a small area between his ear and his jaw that, when came into contact with the slightest touch, caused him to all but turn into a puddle. He moaned softly and let his sea-colored eyes droop lazily. "H-Hey, not there..."
"Oh? And why not here?"
Demyx moaned again as he felt a soft nip at the soft skin just below his ear, his breath catching in his throat. "You're...mean..."
"No one ever said I was nice, Number Nine." Vexen's voice was low and cool, sending a slight shiver up the Nocturne's spine. Demyx's nails dug slightly into his back, causing the cold chemist to jump slightly in suprise.
An impish grin came over Demyx's slightly flushed face and he moved quickly, his motions fluid and controlled. He slid his arms out from under Vexen's back and moved them upward, threading his nimble fingers through silky blond hair. His lips were just as fast, sliding gentle, wet kisses up cold flesh to Vexen's ear, where his teeth nipped gently. A slight sound that could only be describled as a groan escaped his throat as Demyx's warm tounge flicked and teased, sending chills up and down the Chilly Academic's back. Demyx's bare torso arched gently aganist Vexen's, their warm and cold bodies a perfect fit against one another.
After a few more moments of delicious teasing, the tireless sitar player pulled away and lifted himself up to stare down at the scientist's clouded expression. It was obvious Vexen was still trying to appear dignified even in his seduced state. Demyx's blue-green eyes darkened with desire and his wicked grin remained in place as he slowly lowered his head to brush his lips against Vexen's. "C'mere and kiss me..."
Vexen swallowed hard, his breathing shallow and rapid. "Demyx, you're...impossible..."
Demyx laughed faintly, one slender musician's hand sliding down the academic's cheek gently. "I know." His lips captured Vexen's almost posessivly and obliterated all restraint for either of them.
This story is loosely based off an RP I was doing with a friend (my personal Vexen). And man was this ever fun to write...Who knew Vexen could be such a vixen?
...Okay, bad pun. But admit it, you all loved it. And if you did, make sure you comment! Comments and favorites keep Lynny happy and writing! So...please?
Vexen and Demyx aren't mine, sorry.
