There he was.

The most beautiful perfection that could ever exist.

The man sat on the sofa, solo, a thick tome balanced in one hand as the other touched the top of the thin page, prepared to turn it when the time was right. The man was laid back, relaxed and at ease; one arm propped on the arm of the couch and the other against his hip. His feet were up and resting on the seats of the furniture. It was rare to see The Schemer in such as tranquil and comfortable state.

It made the younger man blush as he walked into the room.

"Um…Zexion?"

The slate-haired man looked up, locking his deep indigo eyes with Number IX's sharp jade ones. "Yes, Demyx?"

The boy took a deep breath and swallowed it to calm himself. It didn't work that much. "Um…c-can I talk to you for a moment?" He stuttered, eyes darting around nervously. "…please?"

"Of course." Number VI closed his novel gently and sat upright, placing the book in his lap. He beckoned to the spot next to him on the sofa, that which The Nocturne took gratefully. He was so nervous right now that he could barely stand.

"Now then." Zexion stated, " What is this all about?"

Demyx twiddled his thumbs nervously, his gaze hesitant to turn upwards. For as long as his mind could recall, he'd been desperately in love with Zexion. It wasn't like, or confusion, but full-out love. It had to be. He didn't know when it started, but he knew that this was true. And for the longest time, he was scared –yes, scared— to death to let his superior find out. The possible consequences were too unbearable to think about, and among the worst was rejection.

But…he needed to tell him. He should at least try.

"Um…Zexion, I…"

"Well?" His tone changed to that of slight impatience. "Spit it out."

"ZexionIreallylikeyou!!"

Sharp, deafening silence invaded the air after his outburst.

The Schemer looked at Demyx, eerily calm and with confusion in his eyes. "Demyx…what was that?"

The boy felt his cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. He hadn't meant to be so…bold.

"I…um…I like you, Zexion." He said quietly, daring to look up at his admiree. Number VI's face was surprisingly calm. "I like you…a lot. A real lot. And…I think I love you. In fact, I'm really sure that I love you! And I um…I thought I should tell you, and…well…yeah…" Demyx shifted in his seat, willing himself to stop ranting and shut up.

More silence.

Feeling as if he said all the wrong things, the boy bowed his head apologetically and said, "Um…m-maybe I should go now…"

But, right as he was about to get up, Zexion's gloved hand reached out gently and cupped Demyx's cheek, turning the boy towards himself. His azure eyes were unreadable as he brought his face closer to his and their lips pressed in a kiss.

Demyx was in blissful heaven, feeling shock and surprise and longing and confusion all within that loving embrace. Sadly, as soon as it had started, it was over. He wasn't sure how long had passed, but it wasn't enough.

Jade green eyes held deep wondering about the actions of his superior. "Z-Zexion…"

The Schemer smirked faintly, very playful and very diabolical.

"If you are going to tell someone you love them, then you might as well do it right."

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Awww…I like this one. It's sweet :)

This idea I came up with on the way to NC. I guess some things were good about that heckish weekend…