Disclaimer: I don't own Zexion or Demyx. 8D
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Zexion looked up at the slightly taller male, brushing away some stray strands of dirty blonde hair away from Demyx's face. The Cloaked Schemer smiling weakly and looking down at his feet with stormy blue eyes.
"Do you…have to leave?" Demyx asked sadly. Zexion nodded sadly, looking up at Demyx.
"Yes…" Zexion replied, running his gloved hand through his slate hair. Zexion looked away, staring at the speck of imaginary dust that was floating by. Tomorrow he had to leave, to Castle Oblivion. The Cloaked Schemer didn't want to leave, but orders were orders. An awkward silence settled between the usually noisy teens, both males looking at opposite walls.
"Kiss me," Demyx said, breaking the silence and looking at his boyfriend. Zexion didn't even have to verbally reply, leaning up to kiss Demyx softly at first. The kiss began to get more passionate and deeper, the two nobodies panting heavily as Zexion began to pull of his gloves. Number VI's bare hands grabbing Demyx's coat zipper and beginning to pull it down.
Nobodies have no true emotions. They crave for them. Neither less…they can come up ways to fill up the empty shells they called bodies.
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Very short fic. ; I just typed this up to help me get out of my writer's block. And gasp I wrote angst. Well...not exactly. XD