Later that night, after everyone was in bed, Demyx snuck to Zexion's room. Before entering, he looked around to make sure no one was watching; then went in.

Quietly, he crawled up to the slate haired boy; it was no use. Zexion woke surprised. Demyx covered his mouth and shushed him, letting him relax. After he was relaxed, he removed his hand slowly and kissed Zexion, who let his head fall back against the pillows. Demyx felt him give in to his invading lips, his prodding at his mouth. Zexion parted his lips slightly, letting him lead. The kiss was hot and slow, he knew what kind of person Demyx was: the romanticist. Slow and seductive; that's how this was going to be tonight.

Zexion felt his way around Demyxs' chest as the kiss deepened. The blonde heard the sound of a zipper and smiled into the kiss, feeling the cool air hit him as Zexion pushed the coat over his shoulders. Demyx leant back to pull it off completely, stripping himself fully before leaning back down to plant kisses on his jaw. There was no need to strip Zexion, for he was already naked; comfortable in his own bed.

His fingers caressed Zexion's cheek, sliding down his neck to lightly hold his small waist.

"Demyx… pleasure me…" Zexion whispered breathily; his eyes closed. The blonde complied, moving down his body in an almost sexy manner. Demyx let his tongue glide up his shaft, causing the slate haired boy to moan and arch his back slightly. He bit his bottom lip as Demyx stroked his cock with his tongue, his fingers grasping the bed sheets beside him. Demyx began to suck gently, his hand on the hilt, Zexion's breathing came in pants now, his hips struggling to part with the bed; not succeeding with Demyx holding him down. He sucked more hungrily now, the smaller boy now fighting back louder moans. Demyx used his other hand to massage his thigh, his feathery touched traveling to his stomach; his other hand squeezed his cock.

Zexion couldn't handle anymore; he came into Demyxs' mouth. He let out a long, low moan of pleasure, his eyes rolling back with immense relief. Demyx smiled sexily at the boy, who sat up to cup the blondes' cheeks, quickly bringing him into a passionate kiss.

"Thank you." Zexion whispered against his lips.

"No problem, Zex. Your moans are adorable." Zexion rolled his eyes and smiled.

"I better get back to my room, it's almost dawn and I need sleep."

"I bet you do, Dem." Zexion commented, watching Demyx let out a yawn. A kiss was shared before Demyx stood from the bed. Before leaving, he spoke. "You're still mine." Zexion rolled his eyes once more before motioning for him o leave.

…..-….

Demyx never slept at all. Instead, he snuck to Axel's room, emptying his drawers of clothes, leaving him nothing but a pair of black boxers.

…-…..

When Axel woke, he found his drawers, all empty of clothes, leaving him with nothing but a pair of boxers.

He smiled.

Walking to the library in a strut, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for Zexion to notice him. The slate haired boy emerged from one of the isles; who noticed him in his almost naked form. He blushed furiously and looked away in complete embarrassment.

"Like my new style, Zexy?" Axel asked, approaching him to stand before him. Zexion moved away from Axel. "Put on your uniform."

"Well if only I could, but somebody sole my clothes." He put emphasis on 'somebody'.

"Oh…"

Axel came close to him, grabbing his chin and pulled him into a kiss. Zexion was frozen at first, eyes wide, then relaxed to return the kiss. Axel broke the kiss and began walking towards the door without another word. Zexion stopped him before he could leave.

"See me… tonight." Zexion blushed; Axel smiles and walks out.