Zexion awoke in a tangled mess of teenage limbs, blankets, and controller wires. The sun was shining in through the curtains which poorly concealed the window and early morning traffic could be heard from outside. Little bits of chip crumbs were littered around the two boys, as well as half a bags worth of tropical skittles. Zexion slumped over, his back resting against the side of his bed, with Demyx laying across his stomach.

"Fnnck…yess….harder…" Zexion was beginning to awaken and this was the first thing that he heard from Demyx, though he couldn't be sure if he was dreaming about what he thought he was. He couldn't afford to look at Demyx's flushed face for too long for as much as he wanted to, they had school today.

"Hey. Demy. Wake up." He prods Demyx on his sides, hoping to get him to roll off or something. He wasn't sure what he was, or wasn't allowed to do, wondering if maybe last night was a one time thing only.

"Mmm…Zexy!" Demyx's eyes were wide open, fully alert and sitting up. Though this was normal. When Demyx wakes up, he reverts immediately to his normal cheery self, excluding the typical irritability that plagues the rest of the human race each morning. It seemed as though Demyx was left aside while humanity struggled with keeping on a pleasant smile for show during the bleak hours in the morning, trying to fool everyone into believing they were happier than them.

"Why are you always so cheerful?" Zexion ruffles up the older blonde's hair, which was unusually flat, contrary to its normal mohawk-y self.

"Nyaa! Zexion! Don't do that! It's already a mess, do you have any Gunk?! Gawd look away, it's bad enough that my hair isn't pretty, but I haven't even brushed it …I'm hideous!" Zexion smirks at Demyx's self-consciousness and how he was pouting slightly. He couldn't think of a way to inadvertently ask Demyx where they were in terms of a relationship, that is, whether of not they had one, so he decided to act the way he always had, if not a bit more affectionate.

"You're hair's still very pretty, Dem. It looks good down as well as up." The blunet then proceeds to smooth down the hair he had just mussed up, "I have some Gunk in the bathroom from the last time you were over." He waves his hand absent mindedly in the general direction of the bathroom, still playing with Demyx's hair, but now going toward his ear.

"Mmm…that feels good." Demyx leaned into Zexions hand, who was now rubbing Demyx's ear with his index finger and thumb. Zexion removed his hand, much to Demyx's obvious disdain.

"Zexy…why did you stop?" he looks at up at him with his green-blue eyes, so clearly disappointed.

"You don't mind?" Zexion looks at him quizzically.

Demyx narrows his eyes, a bad habit Zexion feared he was picking up from him, and cocks his head to the side, beginning to look a little bit worried, "Zexion…you did kiss me last night, right? I wasn't like…dreaming or anything, was I?"

"No, of course not Demyx. I was just making sure."

Zexion closes the distance between the two and claims Demyx's mouth with his own, tangling his hand in his hair. Demyx gasped at the sudden contact but quickly reacts, shyly pulling Zexion into a harder kiss. This time, Demyx was the one who licked at the younger boys lip, asking him for entrance. Zexion responded instantly, parting his lips with pleasure, surprised by the older blonde's forwardness.

Zexions alarm had to choose this exact point in time to go off, filling the room with that incessant ringing we are all so familiar with.

"Aww…we have to go to school, don't we Zexy?" Demyx pulls away and pouts.

"Of course, Dem. We need to get a good education." Zexion rose and turns off the alarm clock. They both knew that they couldn't act this way when they were at school.

Demyx sighs and rummages around the mess, then looks up at Zexion quizzically, "Did I bring clothes with me?"

The younger boy thought for a second, "No. We came directly from school, spending the night was a last minute thing, remember? You can wear something of mine, so help yourself."

"Oh yeah…Cool! Thanks a bunch; It'll be like playing dress up!" Demyx flashes him a bright smile, excited at the prospect of wearing his friends clothing.

"I don't know if they'll fit you though…" Zexion holds up a pair of jeans against Demyx. They were indeed too short for him, also they would be just a bit too tight for him. Demyx let out an obviously fake gasp and his eyes wide with mock astonishment.

"Gosh, Zexy. So you think I'm fat?" He looks down at himself, he looks as though he were suffering mildly from malnutrition, if anything, but he still has a lean, very slightly built look to him. Yet Zexion is quite a bit shorter than him and much more thin, there were some rumors at school that he was borderline anorexic, but he had made sure to stifle them before they could reach Demyx's ears. Besides, he thought, they weren't true anyways. He ate most meals. In truth, he only picked at them and only rarely snacked on a bag of chips or candy. It wasn't as though he was anorexic, or deliberately attempting to not eat; it's just that most of the time he simply didn't feel the need to eat.

Zexion chuckles softly, and replies, "Of course not. You're perfect." With this, he pulls the blonde close to him, into a hug. Demyx blushes, still getting used to the idea of their new relationship and feeling the euphoria that came with it. Demyx sighs sadly.

"Are you sure we have to go to school?" He pulls away from Zexion just enough so that they could see each other and gives him a pleading look.

"Yes, I'm sure. It'll be fun, I promise", Zexion pulls away from Demyx reluctantly and glances at the clock and goes across the room to search his drawers for a suitable top for the blonde, "Let's get ready before we're late. You can wear your jeans from yesterday and one of my shirts. You are a small I presume?"

"Mmhmm… did we have any homework?" Demyx takes off his shirt and walks up to behind Zexion, "What's taking you so long?"

"W-well…", Zexion stammers after looking behind him at the now half naked Demyx, don't think about that now, I do not want to make us both late for school… "I don't know what you would like to wear…?"

"Mind if I take a peep? Whee, thanks!" Demyx quickly hugs Zexion after he nodded from previous question and proceeds to look through his clothes.

"I'll be right back." Zexion grabs a few clothes and goes into the bathroom to change. Demyx continues to look through the younger boys dresser before finding what he wants, he quickly gets dressed before Zexion came out.

"What an interesting choice of clothes…it looks pretty good on you." Zexion is wearing a purple/mauve coloured shit with some graffiti on it and a black sweater with a checkered spot on the upper left hand side and has a black wristband on his right hand. He's wearing eyeliner and his hair looks more shiny and smells like vanilla, as usual. Demyx on the other hand, is wearing a tight black T-shirt with some white writing on it going down the front, off to the side a bit. As for accessories, he has a chain on his jeans from yesterday, and by the looks of it has just painted his nails black and was currently blowing on them, trying to dry them quickly.

"Never knew you had black nail polish. Hehe. Hope you don't mind. Anyways. Off to use some Gunk. BRB." Demyx winks at Zexion before going into the bathroom to try and salvage his hair. Zexion calls out from in the room.

"Alright Demyx. I'll get our things together." Zexion sighs happily. Maybe things will be going better for me from now on.

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