Hellooo! It's me again! I know it's kind of weird that this is like the only story I ever update, but I just want to let all of you people that actually read this that I have the whole storyline in my head and even dream about it. So if anybody complains that I haven't been updating other stories as often as I should, blame this one.

That did not come out right.

Um, yeah, so anyway…I also want to say that my new OTP is SaïxZexion, and AxelZexion has been wiped clear out of my mind. You can expect to see more SZ stories in the future from me.

Now, I must start the chapter, for I have bored all of you long enough with my speech on updating and my OTP.

Enjoy.

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Chapter Three: A Night by the Lake

Zexion opened his eyes, seeing a blur of peach and blue moving next to him. As his eyes focused, though, he could see that this blur was Saïx. Saïx was stroking his neck lovingly and his orange eyes were locked onto Zexion's. Zexion smiled and yawned, still feeling tired from the things that happened yesterday. He cringed as he felt the pain from his broken nose, but it was on its way of healing. Saïx didn't look tired in the least bit, even though yesterday he mauled Xigbar and frightened the rest of the Organization. Xigbar deserved it, especially for breaking his beloved nose. Today was going to be a good day, though. He knew it. As long as he was with Saïx, any day was a good day.

Zexion stretched his slim body out on the bed, and Saïx traced his long hands up and down on Zexion's smooth, pale skin. Zexion took a deep breath and let it all back out as carelessly as he could. He felt Saïx bury his soft face into the crook of his neck and purr deeply, sending shivers up Zexion's spine. Zexion accidentally let out a giggle and blushed embarrassingly as he heard Saïx laugh at it.

"You're funny," mumbled Saïx into Zexion's neck, creating even more shivers down Zexion's spine.

"Yeah, and you're funny looking," replied Zexion smartly.

Saïx bolted upright and stared at Zexion admiringly.

"Do you really think so?" he asked, showing pain in his voice. Zexion had almost forgotten that at this point he had the mentality of a five year old. It was so hard to remember that. He was a small child trapped in an adult's body.

"Of course I don't think that!" exclaimed Zexion, kissing him on the forehead. "I was just joking around."

Saïx seemed to understand this immediately, for he broke out in laughter.

"Alright!" he said excitedly. "So what are we gonna do now, Zexy?"

Zexion had heard Xemnas call him "Zexy" before, and he found it annoying. When Saïx said it, it was completely adorable.

"Well, I don't know," said Zexion. "What do you want to do?"

Saïx sat back into his tailbone and sat completely still. His curious orange eyes flickered above and looked at the dark ceiling in deep concentration. Zexion just stared at him and melted. He didn't know what it was, but for some reason he felt like an egg frying on a sidewalk whenever he looked at the blue-haired elf. Love, maybe? He highly doubted that.

"Hey, what's that place?" he asked, staring outside.

Zexion turned and looked out of the French windows. The black lake was gently lapping onto the soft sands of the beach. The moon in the sky shone brightly upon it and danced on its waters. Zexion ruffled Saïx's hair.

"Oh, you don't want to go there," he said. "It's just the lake. The only thing special about it is that the water is black."

"I want to go!" exclaimed Saïx.

"But you can't swim."

"Then teach me!"

Zexion stared at Saïx's adorable expression and finally gave in.

"Alright," he said, kissing Saïx's forehead. "You might as well learn early anyway. When do you want to go?"

Saïx stared outside at the moon for a while, immersed in thought.

"I think I wanna go now." Saïx stopped staring at the moon and stared into Zexion's ice blue eyes. "Is that okay?"

Zexion hopped up from the bed and motioned for Saïx to follow.

"That's perfect," he said, opening a portal. "I haven't been down there myself in some time. Just follow me."

Saïx followed Zexion like an obedient dog through the portal, and both of them landed on the black sands of the beach.

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Xemnas was lying down on his bed, completely drenched in sweat. He took his largest pillow and pulled it against his body, embracing it tightly. He shivered and wrapped his legs around it, pretending it was the soft body of the man who plagued his dreams.

'Get out of my head, Zexion!' his mind yelled. 'Stop torturing me like this!'

He could feel his thighs heat up at the mere thought of the lilac haired man. Zexion was always occupying his mind, and recently all he could think about was him. Xemnas wasn't sure if it was love or just good looks that attracted him to Zexion, but he knew that it was dangerous to even think about him. Whenever he woke up from a dream, he found himself in a puddle of sweat. Most of his dreams involved Zexion, and most of them were extremely wet. He often wondered if Zexion knew about this, just because of the fact that he could smell people's feelings and read their minds. Maybe if he did know, he was just teasing him. Or maybe his dirty little secret was safe. Xemnas hoped it was the second one.

His mind raced back to the dream he had just woken up from, and he grunted as he felt himself grow harder. Porcelain skin flashed through his mind, and soft moaning echoed throughout the walls of his head. His hands ran over this porcelain skin, smooth as butter, and teased the sensitive, wet places that made the soft moaning grow louder and louder. Zexion's panting filled the room they were in, and his aggravated grunts made Xemnas shudder. Xemnas remembered the feeling of his body pressing up against Zexion's soft lithe one and the electricity exchanged between them with each thrust. Xemnas screamed as he felt himself come, and felt guilty for having to change the sheets for the fourth time this week. Zexion was too perfect for him, and he knew he could never have him without using force. This fact made Xemnas angry, and he knew it was one hundred percent true. The closest thing he would have to seeing Zexion naked and in bed with him were these explicit dreams he was having.

He sighed heavily and threw the pillow he was clutching onto the floor. Life just wasn't fair. He slowly got out of bed and ripped the sheets off, afterwards throwing them in the open laundry hamper in the corner of his room. Thank Kingdom Hearts that the Dusks did the laundry in this place; otherwise Xemnas would have mountains of it to do every day. He went to his linen cabinet and ignored the searing pain between his legs, pulling out a new set of black sheets to put on his bed. Why oh why did Zexion have to torture him so?

He walked back over to his bed and flipped his mattress over, also ignoring the wet stain that had soaked through the sheets and into the mattress, and pulled the bottom sheet over the four corners of his mattress. Then he carefully tucked the top sheet in at the bottom and placed his fluffy black comforter over it. He picked up the pillow that was also covered in his seed and took the cover off, slipping a fresh new one on over it. When he was finally done with these chores he crawled back into his newly made bed and just lay there, staring at the ceiling. He was afraid to go back to sleep, especially because he might have to change the sheets once again. He just felt like crying.

His thoughts carried him to another subject instantly. Although it still involved Zexion, it was a different subject. He had noticed that Zexion had taken a liking to the new Nobody, and possibly vise versa. This made him a little bit frustrated. He had been trying to get Zexion to like him more than a father figure for about a year now, and all this new unknown had to do was show up to get these feelings out from him. How did he do it? If only Zexion knew his feelings for him, then all of these things wouldn't happen. The dreams, the jealousy, the changing of the sheets every night, and the undying lust for Zexion's body would all be gone. If Xemnas ever saw both of them kissing – or even hugging – he would go crazy. The punishment for both of them would be nearly unbearable. He felt sad for thinking about punishing Zexion, but he knew it had to be done under circumstances like these.

He felt fear as his eyes grew heavy, and tried desperately to stay awake. He grabbed his poor pillow and embraced it again, curling up into a ball around it. He knew he had to fall asleep eventually, but for now he could attempt to stay awake. He mashed his face into the soft pillow, and pretended it was Zexion's body once more. Once the image was set into his mind, pressed his lips against it and began kissing. Hopefully kissing wouldn't ruin his sheets. Hopefully it wouldn't lead to other thoughts…

After ten minutes of making out with "Zexion" he stopped. He relaxed and sank into his soft mattress. He began getting worried again as his body yearned for rest. Yawning, he felt himself sink even lower into the mattress.

"Zexion…Zexion…Zexion," he muttered desperately, his voice getting quieter with every word.

Finally his eyes slid closed and he fell into a dream infested sleep. Sadly, he would have to change the sheets yet again that night.

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"C'mon Zexion!" yelled Saïx, running across the beach. "Last one to the water is a rotten egg!"

Zexion smiled and teleported to the edge of the water before Saïx could get there.

"Hey! No fair!" yelled Saïx.

Zexion laughed as Saïx tackled him to the ground, getting gritty black sand in his hair. Zexion pushed against Saïx's arms and rolled him over onto the sand, infesting his hair and clothes with the ebony sand. Saïx started laughing and ruffled Zexion's hair playfully. Zexion started laughing, too, and bent down to kiss the elf. Saïx's eyes widened, but quickly shrunk as he got used to the wet feeling of Zexion's lips against his. They both remained quiet for a while, just kissing and enjoying each other's company. It wasn't until the tide got higher that they realized what they were really there for, and the lapping of the black water against their boots made them stop. Zexion pushed himself off of Saïx and he stood upright, extending a hand out to help Saïx up. Saïx smiled and took Zexion's hand gladly.

"Are you ready to go swimming?" asked Zexion.

"Yes!" came Saïx's enthusiastic reply.

Zexion went over and sat down on a large slab of obsidian, motioning for Saïx to join him. Saïx obeyed and sat down next to him more than happily.

"Alright," started Zexion. "The first step of learning how to swim is getting into the proper swimming clothes. Shoes are not good because they fill up with water and pull you down to the bottom, and long flowing clothes like the ones we have on aren't good because they create drag and make swimming harder. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes," answered Saïx. "Except I have one question. If swimming in the clothes we have on isn't good, then do we swim naked?"

Zexion blushed as he thought about this, but soon dismissed the thought.

"Perhaps I wasn't specific enough," he said. "I meant that the cloaks we have on aren't good for swimming. The pants we have on underneath, however, are absolutely perfect. Is that a better explanation?"

Saïx nodded.

"Good," said Zexion. "The next step I will show to you in the water, so for now get the proper clothes on."

"Okay."

Both of them yanked off their shoes and threw them across the beach. They pulled off their socks and shed their cloaks, until the only thing left on their bodies were the black skintight pants. Zexion ran toward the black water and dipped his feet in. The temperature was surprisingly perfect, and he walked in until he was waist deep. He looked back at shore, where Saïx was testing the dark water with one foot.

"Are you sure it's safe?" he asked, pulling his wet foot out of the water and placing it back on the damp sand.

"Of course it's safe! If it wasn't safe, I wouldn't be in here, would I?"

Saïx seemed to understand this and slowly waded into the water, probably still worried if it was poisonous or not. As soon as he was waist deep in the water, Zexion embraced him and held him tightly to try to get him over his nervousness. This seemed to work because he felt Saïx's tight muscles relax and his head rest on the top of his own. Zexion smiled and let go, wanting to get to the next part of the lesson.

"Are you feeling a little bit less nervous?" he asked.

"I think so," said Saïx. "I needed that."

"You're welcome," Zexion said cheerfully.

He bent his legs and laid back so his body was floating in the water. Saïx seemed astonished by this, because his mouth hung open. Zexion laughed at this expression.

"How do you float like that and not sink?" asked Saïx, still very intrigued.

"I'll show you right now," he answered. "Just let your legs leave the ground and lay back. It's that simple."

"But-but I'll sink!"

"If you do, I'm right here to save you from drowning. Just give it a try."

Saïx bit his lip.

"You promise to not let me sink?" he asked.

"I promise," said Zexion coolly.

Saïx closed his eyes and concentrated very hard. He carefully lifted his feet from the ground and laid back. Within seconds, he was on his back in the water, floating. Zexion smiled and stood upright again, clapping at this crowning achievement. Saïx smiled a smile that went from ear to ear and blushed out of embarrassment.

"Well done, well done!" congratulated Zexion. "Do you think you can handle the next task?"

Saïx jumped up and hugged Zexion.

"Of course I can! With you as a teacher, I can do anything!"

Zexion laughed and patted him on the back, thinking about how cute this remark was.

"Okay, then," he said. "The next step is a bit tricky. Let me show you first, and then I'll explain."

He waded out farther until he was neck deep and went underwater. He winced at first because the water stung against his broken nose, but he soon got over it and swam over to Saïx. When he popped out of the water in front of him, Saïx nearly had a heart attack.

"Why did you scare me like that?" he asked. "And how do you do that?"

Zexion put a finger to his lips and motioned for him to be quiet.

"Be patient, Saïx, or otherwise you won't learn anything today. Am I understood?"

Saïx nodded.

"Good. Now, for the next task you cannot breathe in while you're underwater, and you'll have to hold your breath. This is very important because if you breathe in underwater, your lungs will hurt very badly. If you feel yourself running out of breath, go up to the surface and take in another one. Make sure to remember that."

"I will," came the confident reply.

"I am glad you understand," continued Zexion. "Now, in order to actually move under the water, or on top of it for that matter, you have to move your arms and legs."

"Like this?" asked Saïx, flapping his arms around.

"No. Kind of…kind of like a fish."

Zexion cupped his hands and pushed them forward, then back again. Saïx imitated this and nodded as soon as he committed it to memory.

"What do I do with my legs?" he asked.

"You move them like this."

Zexion made a scissoring motion with two of his fingers. Saïx's eyes were glued to his hands as his mind soaked the motion in.

"And then combine both of them, as soon as you have it down," said Zexion. "Did you get all of that?"

"I sure did," responded Saïx. "May I please try it now?"

"Of course you can! If you have trouble, remember that I'm right here watching over you."

Saïx smiled and took in a deep breath. He slipped his head underneath the cool water and tried out the motions Zexion had shown him with his arms and legs. Without difficulty, Saïx had mastered the art of swimming. As soon as Saïx breached the surface of the water again, Zexion swam over and embraced him as a reward.

"Excellent work, Saïx!" he exclaimed. "Now that you can swim, I want to show you somewhere very important to me. Try to keep up!"

Saïx nodded for the millionth time that day and they both set off into the deeper parts of the lake.

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Xemnas paced around his room impatiently. If this happened again, he would be completely out of sheets. He bent his head down low and mumbled angrily. What would've happened if he hadn't rescued Zexion from the streets of Deep Dive? He knew he would've never done that, but still…what would've happened? Would he be feeling these feelings about somebody else in his Organization, or was it just Zexion that was capable of making him feel like this? He looked over at his poor pillow and bed, feeling sorry for them. If Zexion was not here, he wouldn't have to change the damned sheets four out of the seven days of the week. And yet, deep down in the place where his heart should be, he couldn't bring himself to think of a world without Zexion. He couldn't bring himself to think of his absence because, to Xemnas, he was the most beautiful, perfect human being in any world imaginable. In fact, Xemnas was starting to think he was feeling love.

He got back in bed once again, still hot and sweaty, and prayed to Kingdom Hearts that there would be no more wet dreams for him for the rest of the night. He crawled underneath the newly added silk sheets and allowed his eyes to close. This time, instead of the naked moaning form of Zexion huddled up beside him underneath the sheets, it was of the new nobody…completely silent and perhaps as perfect as his beloved Zexion. The only problem with this dream was that Xemnas was not in it. Instead of his body next to the new nobody's, it was Zexion's.

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"Are we almost there?" asked Saïx as soon as his feet touched sand again.

"Yep," answered Zexion. "In fact, we are here."

Saïx looked around and examined his surroundings. The giant heart-shaped moon glowed enticingly above him, and its glowing outline shimmered across the waves of the lake. Large and oddly shaped clusters of obsidian were everywhere, and Zexion was heading toward one that was bent in an arch shape. Large white crystals covered some of the black rock like diamonds. Saïx followed Zexion through the black archway and into a humungous and pitch black cave. Before Saïx could protest against going into it, Zexion had already disappeared into its darkness. Feeling scared, he reluctantly followed Zexion inside. His eyes immediately adjusted to the darkness, even though it was pitch black, and he soon saw the wet form of Zexion sitting in a corner facing him.

"Sit down, please," said Zexion politely.

"Where?" asked Saïx.

"On my lap."

Saïx walked over to the place where he was sitting and sat down between his legs. Zexion rested his chin on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around his torso.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, kissing a little bit of Saïx's neck as he said this.

"Just fine," answered Saïx coolly. "Why do you ask?"

Zexion flicked his tongue against Saïx's pulse and sighed.

"I was just wondering, that's all," he answered, running his hands across the smooth skin stretched across Saïx's belly.

Saïx sighed and leaned back into Zexion's body, enjoying what Zexion was doing to him. He closed his eyes and yawned.

"Are you tired?" asked Zexion.

"A little," admitted Saïx. "That swim was very tiring."

"I agree."

They both remained silent, except for the soft swooshing sound of Zexion's hands sliding across Saïx's belly. Saïx leaned back and kissed Zexion on the cheek.

"So why did you bring me here?" he asked, shattering the silence.

Zexion waited a few seconds before he responded.

"I wanted to show you the place where I like to go when life is bugging me," answered Zexion sweetly. "It's my sanctuary, and I've never shown it to anyone else."

Saïx looked around the cave. There was nothing really special about it. The inside looked about the same as all of the strange crystal-lined obsidian outside.

"Why did you pick this place as your sanctuary?" he asked. "I don't see why it's so special."

Zexion chuckled and kissed Saïx on the neck once more.

"Sometimes you have to think farther than what meets the eye," he answered. "I picked this place because it reminds me of me. It's dark, empty, silent, and above all, misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?"

"Yes. Do you see those minute holes in the ceiling?"

Saïx looked up and saw them high above in the ceiling.

"Yes," he answered. "What's so special about them?"

"Well, you see, a normal person would not notice those and pass them on like they're nothing. But when Kingdom Hearts shines its brightest, those tiny holes illuminate this whole cave. And do you see the crystals lining the walls?"

"Yes. I noticed them on the way in."

"Exactly. Now, when light shafts enter this cave from those holes, they create multiple spectrums as they bounce off of the white crystal. In other words, this whole cave turns a rainbow color and turns as light as day."

"Really?" asked Saïx.

"Really. Maybe we'll come back here later and witness it. I think you'd enjoy it very much."

"Wait. Are we leaving?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I still have to work today, and the rest of the Organization will think something's amiss if we're gone too long. I promise we'll come back, though."

Saïx hung his head low.

"As long as you promise," he muttered.

Zexion summoned a portal and they both stepped through.

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Xemnas walked along the hallway that led to Zexion's room. This was the final straw. He had to talk to Zexion and confess everything. Maybe that would make this nightmare go away. He walked up to Zexion's door and was about to knock, but his hand stopped at the sounds coming from inside. He pressed his ear against the door to try and amplify the sound. It sounded like…moaning.

Curious, he cupped his hands over his ear and pressed it harder against the door.

"Ngh…Saïx!"

He knew that voice anywhere. It was Zexion's. But who was this Saïx?

"Zexion, please…please let me do this…"

He didn't recognize this voice, so being the Superior, he barged right in. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he saw the scene laid out before him.

The new nobody had pinned Zexion against the wall, and both were half naked and pressed closely against each other. Xemnas was fortunate enough to even see the new nobody, apparently named "Saïx", slip his tongue out of Zexion's mouth. Saïx unpinned Zexion from the wall and both of them stood there guiltily. Xemnas felt rage bubble up inside him like red hot magma, and soon found himself yelling.

"ZEXION!" he roared. "MY ROOM! NOW!"

Zexion hurriedly summoned a portal and stepped through it. Saïx was still standing there, not sure of what to do. Xemnas had calmed a slight bit now, but he was still angry.

"YOU…SAÏX…stay in here…"

The man stood stock still as Xemnas summoned a portal for himself that led to his room.

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Phew…I'm glad I'm done with that chapter. I hope I didn't gross anybody out with going into detail about the sheets thing. I wouldn't think anybody WOULD be sickened by that, but if somebody is, then you have my deepest apologies.

I hope this wasn't that bad, because the majority of it was written between the hours of 10:00-12:30.

I hope you enjoyed it! And I will be updating soon!

Until next time!