Disclaimer: IF ONLY... *Starts daydreaming*
Anyways... Finally done! I am proud to say that this is the longest story i have done so far! (I swear, i will never get to the full length novel i have been planning...)
So please, ENJOY THE LAST CHAPTER! (cuz i very much enjoyed writing it... *fangirl squeal* So Cute!)
Demyx jumped at the voice beside him. He tried to hide his face, but the other man grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn.
Zexion watched as the blonde tried to keep his face turned away, attempting to hide the tears. "Demyx," he said softly, and reached for the other man's face, stroking his cheek.. "Demyx, look at me."
Moving his hand slightly so he could brush some stray hairs from the man's face, he sighed. "Dem, just listen, okay? If you won't look at me, then just listen."
But Zexion didn't have to wait any longer to see Demyx's face. The moment that the blonde realized Zexion had shortened his name, he turned, his eyes wide. "You… you just called me…" He trailed off, eyes searching Zexion's face.
Zexion felt a knot form in his stomach – from anxiety, or anticipation, or both, he didn't know. He lowered his eyes to the floor between them, not wanting to see Demyx's face as he talked. "Demyx, I – I know. About… how you feel. About me." There was a sharp intake of breath from the young man before him.
"Y – You know?" Demyx asked, his voice squeaking. Then he lowered his tone. "Shit, you don't feel the same, do you? I knew it." There was dejection clear in his voice.
In response to the assumption, Zexion raised his head and leaned forwards, pressing his lips lightly to Demyx's. But before the blonde had time to react, he pulled away, rising to his feet and chuckling. "You know, I never would have pegged you for being such a pessimist, Dem."
He turned from the stammering blonde and began to walk away. But he had only gone a few steps when he felt a hand grab a fistful of his coat.
"Y – You felt the same, and you didn't tell me? You made me think you hated me."
Without turning, Zexion responded. "Demyx, I would never hate you. You might drive me nuts at times, but I could never hate you. And honestly, I only figured out now how I felt, so I couldn't tell you before, even if I wanted to."
They stood like that for a few minutes, Demyx trying to comprehend the probability of what was just spoken, and Zexion waiting, waiting for a response.
Finally, Demyx let go of Zexion's coat and pressed forwards to hug him from behind. "Thank you."
Zexion raised a hand to one of Demyx's, positioned just over his heart. "You promise me you'll go back to normal now? No more sulking?" he asked.
Demyx put his chin on the shoulder in front of him and whispered "yes," before suddenly pulling back.
Startled, Zexion turned, not knowing what to expect. He spun to face a grinning Demyx, past tears almost dried on his cheeks. "You mean I can go back to playing my citar all the time now?" The blonde asked, a sparkle in his eye.
Zexion, caught off guard at the sudden change of personality, let out a puff of laughter. "Of course – just not all the time, because you shouldn't go back to slacking off."
"Awww," came the response, making Zexion close his eyes and chuckle even more.
Before he had time to open them again, Demyx had caught them in another kiss, this one much more passionate than the previous.
Zexion raised his hands to Demyx's spiky hair, his fingers running through the blonde strands, while the man grabbed his hips and pulled them closer together.
He felt a tongue press at his lips and opened them, letting the blonde explore every crevice of his mouth.
As he did so, a spark, a heat began to radiate through his body. I didn't know we could feel this way, that this was even possible, Zexion managed to think as his lips moved in unison with Demyx's.
At least until the voice rang out through the kitchen.
"Holy shit!" at the sound, Zexion and Demyx broke apart, both breathing heavily. Zexion glanced at Demyx, a slight panic in his gaze, only to see laughter shining in his new lover's eyes.
He looked back to the door to see number IIIV, Axel, standing in the entry to the kitchen. "Holy shit," he repeated. "Oh God, I think I just lost my appetite."
Demyx let out a belt of laughter as the flame-haired man left, and Zexion couldn't help but crack a smile as well.
Finally! I can stop making Demyx all depressed... you have no idea how hard that was for me...
Anyways, THANKS FOR STICKING THROUGH THIS TIL THE END! PLEASE REVIEW!
