When I woke up, the pillow was damp, and tears were covering Zexion's face as he slept. He hadn't stopped crying since we left Muti and Vati's, and he looked barely stable after he let go of Dexion for the night. But, I would have a good surprise for Zexion, because I was planning to take him there again on my next day off, this coming thursday. Zexion would like that. I didn't bother trying to wake Zexion up, despite the fact that it was 9 in the morning, and I was fully rested. Zexion needed the rest, especially since he was crying in his sleep about Dexion, still.

It wasn't until almost noon that Zexion woke up and realized that it was Sunday. I don't think I would see him fly out of bed so fast on any other day of the week as he shot out of bed, attacked his closet, yanked on his clothing, and hopped down the hall with his shoes on the wrong foot, until he corrected himself at the entrance to the outside world. I managed to follow him, and when I caught up to him, I saw that he was heading towards the church.

I never knew that Vampires could be religious, but Zexion proved me very wrong because as soon as he entered, he bowed his head, whispering a prayer, and he did the cross on his body. I forgot that for the fact that Zexion was one of the orginal 13 vampires, he was still uneffected by places and symbols of worship. I didn't even notice the beads of Rosary around his neck until he took out the necklace to kneel in front of the alter to pray.

The priest chuckled. "I've never seen someone so faithful. Ienzo's came here for years, and though he never has seemed to age, he knows every passage of the bible by heart, every religious practice, everything." He told a nun, who nodded a little as they watched him. The church had emptied moments before we arrived, so there was only the priest, the nuns, and myself in the entire church.

"In the name of the father, son, and holy spirit. Amen." I heard him finally whisper as he stood and did the cross over his body before he turned to me, seeming very relieved. He came to my side and chuckled nervously. "Sorry about that. I forgot it was Sunday and I never miss a Sunday to pray." he told me and I simply smiled.

"It's best to have faith in god, if not anyone else." I said, and we left together to enter the bright sunlight. It never seemed like a nicer day outside. The sun was shining, it was warm, the breeze was gentle and aromatic, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. I had never seen Zexion look so happy, as well. He was like a child, seeing snow for the very first time.

The day just seemed to breeze on by, a clutter of memories where we went into the Lexicon and finished stalking shelves, only to be interrupted in the middle of making out by a random human customer, who thankfully didn't see us necking it, nor notice that Zexion's hair looked slightly more ruffled than normal, and my hair was sticking out like a horn out of the back of my head. We talked, walked around, had coffee, sat in the park, went to see a movie at 6 pm (Zexion liked it a lot. The Haunting In Connecticut. He said that almost 97% of the movie was based of of reall facts and practices in wiccan rituals, necromancy, and the contacting of the dead. He had been around long enough to know what he was talking about. Zexion said that in the actual story it happened to be all in the boy's head, a complete halucination, but the film was based off of his halucinations. It was pretty cool, but I got scared pretty often. The doctor cut off the eyelids of all those corpses... ewwww...), and then we returned home to sleep fitfully, even thought Zexion, when he sat in his armchair to read, he seemed to be thinking more of baby Dexion rather than his book, which he only turned one page in a single hour before he came to bed. Zexion slept even closer to me tonight, almost clinging to me like a child scared to let go of their favorite blanket. But as I watched him sleep, I realized that Zexion needed the closeness so very much.

When Zexion woke up the next morning, it was Monday, and it was the final day and night before I had to return to work until Thursday, in which I promised Zexion I was going to take him on a special date, but didn't tell him we were going to see Dexion. Zexion woke up just shortly after I did, and in that time, we just laid together, intertwined in each other's arms, staring into each other's eyes like star-crossed lovers. And when it came to this afternoon, at 5:20, it would be exactly nine days since I first met Zexion. I was content with that. After all, Desmond had been number 9 in the family, and once Zexion turned me, so would I. I was happy about that. Very happy about that.

Zexion finally smiled and kissed me gently on the lips. "Good morning, Demyx."

"Good morning, Zexion." I whispered, gently stroking my hands over his bare shoulders. "You really look good from this point of view." I whispered in his ear, and he giggled and blushed.

"You do, too, Demyx." he whispered, nuzzling his nose against my collar bone to place a kiss upon it.

I smiled gently, kissing him on the forehead before he rested himself comfortably on my chest, his tiny form just light enough for it to not be uncomfortable for either of us. He was so adorable... "I know what I'm getting you for Christmas, now." I mumbled with a smile.

"I know what I'm getting for you for Christmas, too. And your birthday." He replied and I smiled.

"No fair. I don't know you're birthday, and September 9th is mine. I'll be 28."

"June 6th. Sixth day of the Sixth month. Saix is July 7th, Axel is August 8th, and so your's is September 9th." He commented with a small laugh. "I'll be 9396 when June comes. So, I feel old."

"You still look like perfection to me." I said, hooking my finger under his chin to kiss him on the lips. He kissed me back, tenderly, and we closed our eyes as we took each other in, slowly, sentually, and full of pashion. The gentlest of kisses and strokes were used for moments like this, where we just laid together, talking quietly, perfectly in love with each other. Each moment we had together, each and every moment, they were all so precious to us and I wouldn't want to leave Zexion even if it was to save my life. I would take a bullet for Zexion, because I knew he would take one for me. And together, we laid together for hours until it was just past noon. Then, we tugged ourselves free of the sheets and went to join the rest of the world of the living, hand in hand, together.

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When we stepped into the bright sunlight of afternoon, everything seemed to have been washed clean of all sins. The leaves on bushes and trees were glisining like diamonds and the paths were wet and smelled of fresh, moist earth. I could smell everything as if it was all brand new, like how an brand new book still smells of almonds and paste, or how a baby smells after a bath.

It smelled so wonderful, so fresh and clean, and to me, even though all of those scents I have recently listed were so wonderful to me, the best scent in the world was Demyx. Oceans and abalones. It was so comforting, and I strongly believed that the skies had washed the world clean just for Demyx and I. Our day passed by in a blur of memories. We swung on the swingsets in the park, danced together in the wooden chapel in the park when the rain came down, and when the darkness started coming, instead of returning home, we went to Demyx's appartment. I called Xemnas and told him I wouldn't be home tonight, but I gave him the address of Demyx's appartment, and he accepted that before hanging up. I had official permission to spend the night at Demyx's.

Together, we laid on his bed, just talking about random things, like life, nature, the sky, special memories, and through all of this, I couldn't help the feeling that tonight would be something special. And my feeling came true, later on in the night. It started with talk of love and inseprable bonds, then small, tender kisses, then hot, wet, wild kisses, and I found that when our bodies were meshed so closely together, I wanted nothing more than to give Demyx the one thing that hadn't been taken from me. My virginity. Our hearts were racing so fast, our kisses throwing us through circles of lust and longing. It was simple. We yerned for each other, and when Demyx began licking, sucking, and kissing my neck, I finally was able to get it out, feeling the wetness against my throat of his tongue, his heated breathes upon my skin.

"Demyx..." I moaned. "There's something I want to do." I breathed and he stopped a moment to answer.

"Anything."

"I want you to take me. I want you to make me yours forever." I breathed to the air and he pulled back far enough to look me in the face.

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been so sure in my life about anything, Demyx. Please. Do this for me."

Then, out of our lust swiftly turned into pure love, and as we undressed each other, tenderly touching the naked skin of one another, until we no longer knew of sense, time, place, anything. There was only us.

I lost my virginity to Demyx after knowing him for 9 days.

I lost my virginity when I was 9395 years old.

That, I will never forget.

Ever.