Zexion had led me to under the Brooklyn Bridge, and with a simple hand scan, he entered, pulling me in before the secret door shut. It took me several minutes for my eyes to get used to the dim lighting of christmas lights that lined the ceiling, but Zexion already had me moving through corridor after corridor until he pushed open a door and pulled me in. "Thank god Axel's out." I heard him murmur as he flicked a light switch and the room flooded with light. Zexion's side of the room was neat and orderly, but it was apparent what side was Axel's. Cigarettes in the ash tray, posters, dirty laundry, and an unkept bed. I looked to Zexion only to blush fiercly. He had tossed his shirt to the end of his bed and was now working on pulling his pants down, so I was just able to see his back and his backside before skinny legs came into my view. There was the faint edge-line of well worked muscles under the skin of those legs, and I could tell that he had great cavs.

"Well?" I heard him said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at me. "It's pointless to go to sleep fully dressed." he continued as he moved over to a small blue armchair in the corner next to a lamp. From the folds of the seat, he extracted a book and pulled a blanket from the top of the chair to drape over his shoulders as he sat, curling his legs to his body. He reached to the other side of the chair and picked up something the glinted in the light. Glasses. They looked anciend, large circles framing his eyes, however it just made me giggle.

"How bad are your eyes?"

"For someone who's farsighted, not all that bad, but I couldn't find my other set that you first saw me in, so I'm using my old frames. It's better than holding a book at arm's length."

I nodded and smiled, kneeling to undo my shoes and shoved my socks into them before pushing them under the bed so they would be out of sight. My shirt was the next thing to go, and I folded it neatly.

I turned to ask Zexion a question and I stopped, seeing that he was holding the glasses up so his eyes weren't obstructed. His brow was raised, and his eye was focused on me, his lips hanging lack as he stared. "Um... Zexion?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Would you lay with me?"

He blushed darkly and nodded, putting down his book, blanket, and frames, turning off the lamp before he rised and walked.

I felt his hand trail over my defined abs as he passed, and my skin prickled in pleasure, and I turned to treat him with glance. He was sitting at the base of the bed, just in his white pinstriped blue boxers, smiling faintly as he watched me.

I could figure out easily what he was waiting for, and I decided to humor him. In an agonizingly slow way, that was.

I turned my eyes to my pants, fingers slowly working to unbutton them and pull down the zipper. It seemed so loud in that quiet room, but I could hear Zexion's breath highten faintly. His heartbeat grew faster, and I smirked to him as I moved to the hips of the last item that hid my undergarmet. My hips came into his view, then the tops of my boxers, the soft plaided fabric that hid me from him, then my strong legs. One foot escaped, then the second, and I stood, folding the garmet to sit it down, reaching around Zexion to deposit it upon my shirt.

His eye widened faintly at the sudden closeness of bare skin, my skin so close to touching his. I continued to smirk, looking him in the eye. "Bed?" I asked, raising a brow and putting my head to the side, indicating the pillow-topped bed before I moved away to slide under the covers closest to the wall. He swallowed and nodded, his facial color darkening as he moved to join me, hesitantly moving closer to me in the small bed.

Zexion seemed to flinch at the simplest of touches, especially when my hand brushed his shoulder. I smiled gently. "What are you so jumpy about? I'm not going to eat you. I'm just going to sleep in the same bed with you." I told him, kissing his cheek, and he seemed to relax into the mattress. I personally thought he was worried that because we were in the same bed, it meant I wanted to have a piece of him now. I knew it was much too soon, and I would wait until Zexion wanted that type of action to do it. For now, it was just to listen to his heart beat next to mine.

I rolled onto my side and nuzzled against his shoulder, pressing a light kiss to his neck before I rested my head upon the pillow, closing my eyes to rest. I heard Zexion sigh contently and he rolled onto his side to have his back to me, but he was so close to me. My arm rested at my waist, so my fingers barely brushed his skin. I couldn't help the urge, and I moved my arm so I could drape it over Zexion's ribcage and rest my hand upon the bed infront of him. He did not flinch, but he pulled himself closer to my chest and held onto my hand.

I heard the soft sound of his breath, and his heart slowed. He fell asleep before I did, and so, I closed my eyes once more and nuzzled my nose against his shoulder. Then, my breath came to match his, and I, too, slept.

And in my mind, the only image I saw was Zexion. The only sound I heard was Zexion. The only smell I could reguister was Zexion. Only Zexion.

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I woke up a long time later after I had fallen asleep with Demyx. The only difference now was that instead of us laying next to each other, he was flat on his back, and my head was resting upon his shoulder, my chest against his, my arms resting over his shoulders, but my hands shoved under the pillows, and my legs were off to the side of his. However, my hip was almost firmly resting upon his lower abdomin, and I blushed. Awkward position. Very awkward position. But then again, I think that the only position more awkward than that one would be my legs resting with his between mine. Gah. The thought itself makes me feel weird.

I slowly sat up, and I found myself sitting upon Demyx pelvic, and upon realization of that, I instantly shot out of bed, my face a dark red. I sighed and began pulling on my clothing, but exchanging my shirt for a hoodie. I knew that Xemnas would come looking for me soon, so I best be dressed. I sat down at the edge of the bed once more, looking upon Demyx before I pulled the sheets up to his chest. That would be a much better scene.

Closing my eyes to think, I slipped into my half-conscious state before I heard a knock upon my door and I went back to being fully conscious, getting up to open it, and there stood a rather cranky Xemnas.

"We speak outside of my room. He's resting." I whispered, scowling at the superior, who scowled right back at me, but let me enter the hall. I closed the door quietly and I turned to him, my eyes narrowed at him in my usual manner.

"First off, why did you bring him here?" he interrogated me.

I answered calmly, "Because of several reasons. One, you wouldn't let me stay outside of the base for more than 12 hours. Two, he's my boyfriend. Three, he's got four days off from work and he said that he plans to spend every waking moment with me. Four, he's Desmond's reincarnation."

At each of the reasons, I recieved more and more surprise from Xemnas, and his jaw clenched at the last one. "You speak his name so easily now, Zexion."

"Demyx WAS once Desmond, so saying their names are easy." I said with an uncharacteristic smirk. I flipped my fringe out of my face to reveal two eyes, and I closed one in an almost perma-wink fashion. "Besides. Demyx is my BOYFRIEND. Thus meaning that Desmond's soul is still alive, and it's mine."

Xemnas frowned. "You know that if he finds out what we are-"

"He already knows. And he knows Vexen, Lexaeus, Luxord, and Xigbar quite well. They are all still alive, and they are Demyx's coworkers. And yes, I plan to turn him, but not until he wants me to. I'm not going to let it happen again like last time." I informed the white-haired man before me.

He sighed and shook his head, rubbing his forehead in thought.

"Oh. By the way, Xemnas... How's your ass feeling?" I asked. I knew that my joking insolence would result in a harder sparing session, but it would be worth it.

He scowled, his beautifully tanned face turning red in a blush. "It's just fine, thank you." But then again, I knew that it had been a couple hours since Saix got his way with Xemnas, and knowing Xemnas, he had some sort of remedy for a broken ass (not to mention bleeding, because Saix is very traditional about his sex life. No lube, no fingers, just straight and hard from start to finish.)

"I will leave it at that. When shall I expect to be pulled into the wreck room?" To better explain to you poor readers, the Wreck Room is the sparing room, with boxes that have been broken open to become weapon's storage. My Guan Dao was in it's own special place in the room (and quite firmly attatched to it's placement that will only unlock by a drop of blood. Correction. My blood.)

"In three hours. Your... boyfriend... will need to watch if he's the person you say he is."

"Yes, just like after I woke up from turning Desmond, and you had me fighting against Xaldin while Desmond sat and watched."

"And Xaldin will be your sparing partner."

"Like he is every time I have to spar." I said with a shrug and a sigh.

Xemnas turned and started walking away before he looked at me over his shoulder. "I'll send for some fresh clothes for him. Desmond's measurements, I presume?"

"You presume correctly. Thank you, Xemnas." I said with a slight bow of my head in goodbye.

Then, he was gone, and I was left to return to Demyx. I quietly reentered my room and reclaimed my place upon the edge of the bed, watching Demyx's sleeping face. He was so perfect, and he was worth the joke, the sparing session, everything. He was worth it all.

I smiled softly, and closed my eyes, my body sliding to rest down on top of the covers next to Demyx. And there, all I needed to do was inhale his scent and I was shipped off to sleep.