It was one of the mornings when Demyx woke up early. There were only a few things he liked while being on the long missions, and one of them was how every morning he could wake up by the bright sun floating behind the window. The gentle breeze sneaked in their room, bringing a warm scent of the just baked bread and the various voices coming from the lifely street. Even the mornings in Agrabah felt so exciting and magical. The man sleeping right next to him increased his already loud snores, mumbling something through his dream. The breath Demyx let go from his lungs turned into a absent sigh. Of course, all the missions were like an exciting vacation full of surprises, as long as Xigbar was there with him.
The man's back felt almost hot against his cheek. Demyx ran his fingers gently along Xigbar's strong shoulders which were wildly redden.
"What did I tell you about packing the sunscreen, silly?" The foolish smile on Demyx's face disappeared soon. Xigbar breathed so peacefully that it was hard to believe how he last night woke up so hastily, how breathing cahnged into a sharp gasp. Xigbar had squinted restlessly all around the small motel room. He had stared the boy right there beside him, pretending to be fast asleep.
His breathing was so raspy, and shivery that even eyes closed Demyx could see his haunted face.
Xigbar had stroked his cheek gently, pressing a little kiss on Demyx's messy hair.
Something under the boy's breastbones went numb.
Demyx sank his fingers in older man's long hair and breathed their morning scent from the top of his lungs.
"Morning." Xigbar mumbled slowly recovering from his dormancy, stretching his arms with devotion.
His back felt like it was on fire, causing the little wince on his lips.
"My back feels like it's all ablaze... Wasn't one of the brightest ideas to sack out in the beach."
"Or you could have remembered the sunscreen that was right there on your table?"
Demyx gave a lazy laugh as he poked Xigbar's reddish skin with his palm.
"Gooddammit! Well that wasn't nice at all!" Xigbar screamed surprisingly loud, hiding himself under the dephts of the blankets. Demyx's couldn't but laugh at the other man's antics.
It felt so cosy, to fall backwards, to the fragrant sheets and let those little giggles bouncing in the room.
To wait that even the last one of them found their way to the drowsy morning air.
Something tickled inside his stomach.
"Well, sorry!" Demyx was still snickering a bit as he could hear repressed mumbles coming from the inside of the covers. The urge to cram his arms there and pull Xigbar's long ponytail just a little bit was too much to refuse.
"You're not the only one suffering because of your chronical absentmindnendness, my tighs are burning and I'm pretty sure the skin is detaching thereeeeeeeeeee!! XIGBAR, stop it!"
Demyx cried out when the certain pair of hands found their way a little too eagerly to his burning tighs.
"Let me have a little checkup." The man skulking inside the covers had wrily slided even closer and the words that drifted from there were most likely grinning with that so very familiar way what enjoyed hanging on the Xigbar's lips pretty often.
"You are such a meanie, you know that? Remove your hands right now!"
"This is my sweet revenge, little dude."
"Hold it right there! It was just a harmless jab!" The boy's outburst seemed just inspire Xigbar's hands even more.
"Yup, they sure are scorched."
"...You are so mean."
"And tired." Xigbar gave a little laugh and dug himself out of the blankets, falling right beside Demyx.
For a while they did nothing, just laid there skin against skin, just listening how the heat breezed through their ear canals.
But soon that familiar heavy air started to build up a dense fog around Demyx's head and there was no way escaping.
At any rate this was a wrong moment to set free the question that needed answers so badly.
"Xigbar, What happens in those dreams?" Some part in Demyx's mind went paralyzed by the question his mouth jusr blurted out. Some kind of wordless agreement was surrounding this subject.
Something that should never be talked anymore.
"What dreams?" For a while the question made Xigbar's mien reflect the same look that always found it's way to his face after those dreams. He turned his gaze on the stony wall and stood up.
"Excactly in those dreams, Xigbar." Demyx inched himself closer to the man near the limb of the bed.
"The ones when you wake up from them in the middle of the night, your face looking so sad..."
Demyx whispered as he doodled invisible pictures on his lovers back.
As the silence started to gnaw little holes on the air, sounds coming from the streets undid themselves from the moment.
"We should get going. Let's find some place where we can eat so we can get back to work."
Now Demyx understood to stay quiet.
The way Xigbar had just dodged the subject was so hasty. Somehow it was imbalanced from all the tryings to act like the dreams didn't bother him at all.
"Like you sooner or later would sliver just like that..."
His eyes were hammered on the man who turned away and clothed himself in silence.
Demyx swallowed the bitterness from his throath and all the words he wanted to say along with it.