Demyx smiled from his place on Zexion's lap, their hands linked together in the blonde's lap. "Hello people of fanfiction," he said with a smile. "We are updating!"
"Don't start thinking this is Zemyx Time 17," Zexion warned, leaning his chin on Demyx's shoulders. "That doesn't come out yet."
"Zemyx Time 17 will be coming out on August 6, 2010," Demyx announced, still smiling. "That's about a week after I get back from camp."
Zexion frowned. "You're going to camp?" he asked.
The blonde nodded. "Water-ski camp!" he exclaimed happily. "For a whole week! That means sleeping in tents at the edge of a lake and eating amazing food."
Zexion shook his head, rolling his eyes slightly. "Anyway, some things to look forward to in the next Zemyx Time," he started. "Remember the love potion from Week Sixteen? Well, that's coming back. A new Organization member for the week, a game Larxene and Marluxia recently discovered, and some new advice from yours truly. Oh, and something you didn't know about the Superior."
"What?" Demyx asked.
Zexion grinned, pressing a kiss to the blonde's neck. "Well, you'll have to read Zemyx Time 17 to find out, my little melodious nocturne," he purred, giving him another kiss.
"I hate you, Zexy," Demyx pouted, turning his head.
Zexion grinned, taking one of his hands back and taking the blonde's chin, moving him back to look at him. "I love you, too, Demy," he whispered seductively, pressing a kiss to his lips. Demyx started to protest when Zexion switched their positions, pinning him to the bed.
"Z-Zexy!" Demyx squeaked when one of the slatenette's hands started creeping up his cloak where it was zipped to his waist. "T-The c-camera!"
Zexion grinned, kissing him again. "Let them look," he whispered, the hand that wasn't creeping up under his cloak tracing numbers over and over along his neck and shoulders. "8…" he whispered as he traced, "6…10…" He grinned one more time before continuing to molest his adorable little musician.