Yay Zemyx!


VI

When the dishes and dancing were done Demyx started to walk away. Zexion stole a glance at the time and he figured it was early enough to still hang out, "Demyx," he called out nervously.

The blond stopped, turned, and raised an eyebrow, "Yeah?" he said slowly and somewhat cautiously.

Zexion gulped. He suddenly felt very awkward. Sure this was his friend, it was Demyx, but he was suddenly so scared of breaking him that he actually didn't know what to do for once. They've been, for lack of a better term, besties forever. He didn't want to lose him now. He had to make up for lost time, somehow.

"You want to go get some ice cream?" he tried not to let his smile give him away.

Demyx stared at him long and hard. He crossed his arms, "Wha – why?" he didn't sound angry, just confused.

He bit his lip and rubbed his hands together, "Well you know… we haven't really hung out much. I've been… busy with X and all and well, I haven't really been your friend lately."

Without warning Demyx smiled brightly and came over to hug him tightly, "Well in that case sure."

Zexion let out a breath he'd been holding and smiled himself. He slung an arm around Dem and steered them towards the door, "My treat then."

Demyx clapped like a small child and Zex couldn't help but feel relieved. His friend was just a kid in a man's body, and he honestly wouldn't have it any other way. Somewhat reluctantly, he removed his arm as they walked down the hallway together. They took the van that X shared since the closest ice cream shop was somewhere closer to Twilight Town and he didn't feel like riding his bike on this chilly evening.

They sat in silence, and sometimes his hand would brush Dems when he reached down to rest his hand on the console. He felt awkward and comforted by the heat that radiated off of his friend, but he made no move to get closer. He didn't have his jacket, just his usual three-quarter-sleeved shirt and a pair of black jeans.

The ice cream shop had a short line of one couple and they stood back, deciding what they wanted. Except, Zexion wasn't looking at the board. He was looking at the two before him. The girl was rather short, with reddish hair and was smiling brightly. Her boyfriend had his arm around her and his brown hair stuck up at odd angles.

"You sure?" he heard the guy ask. The girl nodded and he squeezed her shoulder.

They ordered a large sundae to share and as they walked off hand in hand he tried to imagine Demyx doing that with whomever he liked. It was hard, since he didn't know what the other party looked like.

"Ready to order?" Dem nudged him in the stomach.

He refocused, "Yeah. I'll order for us," before his friend could protest that he hadn't told him what he wanted, he moved him gently out of the way and ordered pretty much the same thing as the previous couple. He had no idea what had compelled him to do this, simply because he didn't really like bananas.

Dem laughed, "Is that all for you?" he joked.

Before he knew it, he was blushing. Zexion turned away from the counter, effectively blocking it so Dem couldn't order, "No. We'll share."

Demyx stopped laughing immediately. He cleared his throat and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. Why was he being so weird about this? Couldn't a couple of friends share an ice cream together?

"Oh… are you sure? We don't have to, if you were short on cash I could've" –

"No. I just wanted to share. With you…" Except he didn't. Or maybe he did. Just a little.

Demyx smiled again, it was a soft awkward smile but it didn't go unnoticed. Before either of them could say anything else the ice cream was ready. He grabbed it and an extra spoon before heading to a picnic table far away from anyone else.

By the time they sat down Zexion's cheeks were burning. Why was he doing this? Had Dems irrational way of thinking possibly gotten to him?

His friend seemed to have no problems though as he dug in, "So why did you really want to share then?" his eyes were half-lidded and looking at him in a dreamy state. He was resting his chin in one hand and eating with the other. He looked unnaturally pleased with an underlying glint of suspicion.

Zexion distracted himself by taking a huge bite of chocolate. He was rewarded with brain freeze, "Ow… uh no reason. Just because… what I can't share an ice cream with my best friend?" he tried to laugh normally but it came out like an annoying titter instead.

It was at this point that Demyx stopped eating and stared his friend straight in the eye. He put his spoon down and frowned, "What's going on?"

Zexion blushed despite himself, "Nothing." His response was quick, way too quick.

Demyx frowned some more, "You're acting really weird. Like, really, weird." Demyx crossed his arms and squinted his eyes at him angrily, "We haven't hung out like this for three years, Zex. Three years, what gives? You're always on my ass about my behavior and shit yet today you're acting all sweet and like… like you actually care or something."

He grew defensive, "I do care."

"You've never shown it."

He was pretty sure his face was betraying his emotions. He felt hurt and like the biggest asshole on planet earth. He set down his spoonful of strawberry and his hair fell into his face even more. He put his hands in his lap and sighed, "I… Dem I'm sorry."

Demyx seemed confused, "What?"

Suddenly he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He hunched his shoulders some more, hoping that Dem wouldn't be able to see his face. He had never meant to hurt him. Demyx was, after all, his best friend, "I've been a shitty friend since we joined X. I've done nothing but harp on you and berate your every action. I've only just now noticed that we've been growing further and further away from each other. It's my fault that we're so fucked up… Please forgive me?"

By the end his voice had cracked into little hiccupping fragments. He was now full on sobbing and his feelings only intensified when Dem slid over to his side and hugged him tightly. He tucked his face into his chest and was comforted by his scent.

He felt even worse that he was the one being comforted right now. Demyx was the one being tortured by someone he likes, their roles should've been reversed. He would've rather their roles been reversed.

What was worse even still was that he never cries. Not in public, not in front of his friends, usually not alone, and especially not in front of Demyx. Sure he's teared up a decent amount, but a full on waterworks was not his thing. He just never felt the need to cry so hard before.

He could feel Dems hand as it rubbed circles on his back. He continued to cry for another few minutes, thinking only of how horrible he'd been to his very best friend. He wanted to apologize over and over again but the only thing that came out was a weird cough.

Finally he was able to settle down. When he opened his red-rimmed eyes he realized he was clutching Demyx's waist in a vice-like grip. The other party didn't complain, only smoothed his hair back down.

Zexion finally felt like he could talk. He opened his mouth, "Fags!"

He whipped his head to the left to see a group of punks pointing at them, "Get a room you homos."

His visible and bloodshot eye narrowed at them. He moved to stand, but Dems hand stopped him from moving. Instead, Demyx got up calmly. He thought he could feel him shaking ever-so-slightly, but he would never be sure.

Dem walked over to them, cracked his neck, and punched the first guy right in the nose. They were dumb adolescents, probably eighteen, so of course any prospect of a real fight would scare the living shit out of them.

There had been three of them, one was currently on the ground, the other had scattered, but the last guy stood his ground. This guy smirked and cocked his arm back to throw a punch that Demyx easily blocked.

Zexion saw a glint in the dying light and realized that the little shit had a knife on him. He jumped to his feet, "Dem!"

He rushed forward and aimed a punch at his arms. He shoved Demyx as hard as could and he landed on the ground a few feet away. The knife grazed his thigh but he didn't even care. This kid seriously had the guts to pull a fast one on a member of X, and he was going to pay.

There was a clatter as he knocked the knife out of his grip and the kid was now worried. He kicked him hard in the leg and he crumpled under himself. He had a hat and in the process it had fallen off and his semi-long hair fanned out under his head.

Zexion wasn't normally one for hitting someone while they were down, but he was pissed. How dare they attack them, how dare they call Dem such things, how dare they hurt his Demyx.

"Leave him alone!" another random kid ran up to tackle him. Demyx threw him off course and easily knocked him out. He had hit him so hard that he had probably broken his nose. Zexion noticed that it was that kid from before, with that girl and the sundae.

He turned back to the boy still flinching on the ground, "Never," he kicked the kid in the stomach, "hurt," another kick, "my," he leaned down to get a punch in, "Demyx!"

He was practically screaming by now and the kid was just a barely conscious bloody mess. He gurgled out a few words and he dropped him. By now everyone smart enough had ran away and called the police. He could hear sirens in the distance but his heart was pumping his adrenaline so loud in his ears that he just wanted more things to pummel.

Before he could go on a rampage, Dem grabbed his arms and started running. He was probably heading for one of their safe houses.

Zexion almost couldn't see clearly, what with their hurried pace and all the blood still boiling in his body. Demyx went to their car and unlocked it. He threw Zexion into the passenger seat and started the engine.

The car started up with ease and Demyx peeled out with a wild laugh. He was heading north, "Looks like we're staying in Radiant Garden tonight!"

He was starting to come down from his initial high and now he felt sick. He looked down at his hands to see spots of dried blood and he quickly looked away. It's not that he wasn't used to this kind of thing, because he was. He was feeling dizzy at the words he had said.

My Demyx. My Demyx. It kept running through his mind again and again.

Was he the possessive friend? Was he really going to be that type?

Dem swerved and since he wasn't buckled his head hit the window, "Ow…" he reached behind to grab said safety device and harnessed himself in. With or without the belt, if Dem was driving he didn't know how much longer he'd be alive.

"Sorry, but it's your fault."

He looked over to see a crazy look in his eyes. Demyx was excited, Zexion didn't know about what, but he was going nuts over this for some reason. Zexion gripped the armrest out of fear, "Dude you're going to get us killed."

Demyx laughed manically and for once Zexion was just a little bit scared of him, "Then you and I are going to heaven baby!"

He revved the engine and punched the gas so hard that the car stalled for a second. As they sped off down the mostly empty road, he looked over at his friend to see just how high he was. His blue-green eyes were alighted with happiness and joy, his hands were white-knuckling the steering wheel and his whole body was tense.

It took him a moment to realize that he was no longer scared. In fact, this was what he liked most about Demyx. The wild way he acted, how he didn't give a single fuck to the world. He was reminded why he started hanging out with him in the first place.

A few memories washed up from somewhere deep within his mind.

The day they had first met… Dems hair had been longer back then. Long and plain and so blond it hurt to look at. He had been the one who suggested he get lowlights. His brown roots look so much better.

Their class… they always had so much fun together, but then that jerk showed up. The one who was disgusted with gays. Come to think of it, he had known Dem was gay, but he was such a terrible friend he had seriously forgotten that little detail.

He had beaten the crap out of him, out of that guy. All because he dared to lift a finger against his Demyx. It was just like then, that guy had gotten nine stiches above the eye and had lost a tooth. It was all for Dem. His Dem.

And tonight had proven that he'd do it all over again, and that some things just never changed.

The windows were down and the radio was blasting, but somehow Dem had heard his whisper, "It's just like fifth grade. With that kid. Back then, I had called you mine too…"

There was so much noise going on, but to him it was completely silent. When they got close to the safe house Demyx parked the car in a hidden-from-street-view alleyway and shut it off. He got out, took off the license plate, and threw it in the back of the van, only to replace it with their spare. He then opened the door like a gentlemen to let Zex out.

Before he could speak he was met with a sharp hug. Demyx shoved his face into his chest and his arms were shaking, "That was awesome. You… really do care still. I can't believe it either, I thought I was the only one who…"

Zexion smiled as Dem leaned back, "Who gave enough of a shit to remember the past?"

He was surprised when Dem snuggled his head into his chest. They stayed like that for a few moments, but they figured they'd better get inside before the cops found them. Even if there was no one in sight, they should get into hiding for the night.

Dem took his hand, and his eyebrows went up. He felt uncomfortable, yet at the same time he didn't want to let go of his extremely hot hand. Not sweaty, just hot. He let himself get dragged up the steps and into the safe house, which was just a small apartment complex that always had an open room for them.

There was one bed and one bathroom and a small kitchen. Zexion found himself blushing even though he had shared a bed with Dem before. Many times, in fact, but why was it bothering him this time?

Demyx let go of his hand, and he unconsciously reached for it. Before he could make contact, his friend began to strip without warning. Zexion blushed to the nines but realized that he was getting ready for bed. At that thought he mentally slapped himself, of course. What did you think he was doing?

"I'm going to go to bed early," Zexion nodded and looked down at the floor.

Dem lied down on the sheets, but didn't close his eyes. Zex took off his shoes and walked over to sit on the bed with him. Crossing his legs he pulled out his phone and opened up the bookstore to try and keep himself busy. Most members chose not to have a phone, mostly for safety purposes, but since he was tech savvy enough to avoid detection he decided to keep his.

There was a shift in the bed and before he knew it Demyx's head was in his lap. He jumped, "What'cha reading?" he asked. Zex gulped. He suddenly felt very conscious of how close Dem was. The boy was warm to say the least. He wasn't a heater like Axel, but for a guy who loved to splash around in the water, he was toasty.

"You're really warm," Zexion commented, completely changing the topic. It didn't matter what he was reading anyway, he couldn't concentrate as long as Dem was on him like that.

He never really realized how physically close Dem was to him most of the time. He could remember waking up all those times with Dem plastered to his back, or surprise hug attacks back in high school. He remembered when Dem would randomly pick him up and spin him around for no reason, he always thought it was annoying, but now he was blushing a shade darker for every memory of his touch.

Dem was smiling, or maybe smirking, "I'm always warm."

"I know, but today you feel really warm, more than usual. Am I the only one thinking that?"

Without warning Dem sat up and pushed Zexion onto the bed. His eyes widened as he came close. Their noises touched and all he could do was gulp and stare into his eyes. His hair had moved to reveal both of his eyes and it was weird seeing all of Demyx with both his eyes instead of through the spaces in his hair.

"Dem…"

"Zex," he responded coolly.

He wanted to say something, anything, to get him off, but at the same time he never wanted him to move away.

"I uh…" his body began to tremble. He could feel Dems breathe on his face and it was so hot and uncomfortable yet he wanted more. He wanted Demyx to be closer, he wanted… to be the one Demyx was crushing on.

He couldn't be though, could he? They were just really, really good friends. He wasn't gay, at least he didn't think so. He found it somewhat hilarious that he didn't even know his own sexual preferences.

Even if he was straight, he somehow found that he couldn't resist Dems mouth so close to his. Without trying to think too hard, he gripped his shoulders and flipped them over. Demyx, now under him, was surprised.

He suddenly frowned, "What are you - ? Are you toying with me? Please, I'll stop if this is making you uncomfortable. I should have… it's stupid. I'm stupid. Just…"

Demyx stopped talking when Zexion crashed his mouth down onto him.

He didn't care if he was gay for someone else, he didn't care if he himself wasn't quite sure yet. All he did care about was that Demyx was, and would forever, be his. If he didn't love him he would make him, if he didn't want him he would force it. He just didn't want to lose him. Up until now he hadn't realized how empty he had been without Dem constantly at his side, triggering him, poking him, and pestering him.

He pulled back and started tearing up again, "I'm so sorry…" he wasn't sorry for kissing him. He was sorry for leaving him by himself all this time.

Before he could say anything more, Demyx went wide eyed and flipped them back over. He started kissing Zexion furiously, finally glad that he may have a shot at what he's always wanted.

Zex cried out as Dem started sucking hard on his neck. He suddenly felt so attention starved. He grabbed a fistful of Dems oddly spiked hair and ran his hands through it. Without warning Dem pulled back and forced Zexion to look him in the eye, "Do you… have you known? Did you have any idea as to how long I've waited for… this? Zexion we've known each other for so long… ever since that day when you stood up for me… I'm pretty sure that I've loved you ever since."

His deep blue eyes widened, "M-me?" he stammered. Startled, he sat up, accidentally pushing Demyx away from him, "but what about Xemnas? Or Mar? Or Lexaeus? Or… anyone else? I…" he stopped himself before he revealed that he had been spying on him earlier.

He raised an eyebrow, "What about any of them?"

"I thought… you liked someone in X. I thought you were crushing on Xemnas or something," pursing his lips he decided to fuck it, "I heard you! I'm sorry but I heard you! This afternoon, in the bathroom, you were talking about how "he" would never notice you and well… I got caught under your bed and I heard you crying. How could" –

Demyx cut his babbling off with chaste kiss, "I'm so happy right now that I'll let your spying slip. Zexion, I like you. I always have, and I always will."

He still felt baffled, "Wha – but?"

Demyx smiled mischievously, "Please, just let me love you, finally."

Dem started kissing him again, and while Zexion was as red as a tomato he couldn't lie to himself. He was enjoying this, enjoying being with Demyx like this. He never wanted it to stop. His hands raked down Dem's back as he tried to get as close as he could…

The next day they headed back to the base.

When they walked in, Zexion tired beyond redemption and Demyx glowing like a light, holding hands, everyone stared at them.

It was silent for a second, and then Larxene laughed, "Holy shit. It's about time!"

This earned a slow, awkward clap from his friends. Zexion blushed and tried to turn away. Demyx threw up his hands and shouted with joy, "This calls for a celebration!"

All at once everyone screamed, "No singing!"

Everyone laughed, and then things went back to normal.