By : Shawnathan

[A/N : Let me know where my errors are, and please review if you're so inclined. Domo~ ]

[Disclaimer : I own nothing. All credit to Disney/Square Enix]

The sunlight bleeding its way through the drapes was blinding. Zexion awoke slowly, and painfully. His head was killing him, and he deserved it; he had consumed one too many alcoholic beverages, far surpassing the limits he imposed on himself. He abhorred this sort of excess, and was kind of regretting it. Before he could spare another thought on the subject, his head lolled to the side, his eyes widening with surprise. There was a shirtless sitar player curled up by his side, head resting on his shoulder, whose face was the very definition of "peaceful".

Zexion had the presence of mind not to panic, but it was not without effort. He remembered only bits and pieces of the events following Wet Sand's show. What had he done? He glanced down at himself, and saw that his own shirt was unbuttoned and askew, his pants in equal disarray. Had they...? No. He would never do that, not on the first date. Had it even been that? Was it a date? Sure, they had gone out for drinks after the show, but friends shared a few drinks all the time. It could have been completely platonic. Zexion rubbed his eyes, trying to shake the feeling that it was anything but platonic.

As gentle as he could, Zexion slid a pillow under Demyx's head to replace his shoulder, sliding away unnoticed. Luckily for him, Demyx seemed to sleep like a rock. He felt somewhat bad about sneaking out this way, but he needed some time alone to himself. He couldn't handle this overload of new and frightening information right now. He was somehow able to locate a scrap of paper and a pen, shaking it and scribbling a bit to get the ink flowing. Demyx might not know what to make of the message, but it had been clear and concise, if perhaps a bit confusing. Taking care to make himself look a bit less disheveled, he headed for the door.

"Mornin' sunshine." Axel said with a seedy grin, drinking orange juice from the carton as he stood next to the fridge in his boxers.

Zexion looked away, embarrassed at himself, and for Axel's sheer lack of humility. Axel didn't seem the type to fret over such things, however, so he turned to face him. Zexion's deep blue eyes connecting with the acidic green of Axel's.

"Could you please keep last nights happenings to yourself? Your silence would be appreciated... and remembered." Zexion had tried to sound confident, which wasn't a trait he was able to exude easily. Most of the time, his face was a blank and emotionless shadow, almost such that you wouldn't be able to remember it well enough to describe it to anyone. Axel tilted his head to the side, his slanted grin seeming a little sinister, but he nodded.

"Not my story to tell." Axel stated simply, taking another swig of orange juice. "Besides, Demyx would never forgive me. He never shuts up about you, you know."

Zexion blushed, nodding in understanding, and turning to leave. He paused at the door, hand on the knob, resisting the urge to turn on heel and go back. "Tell him I'm sorry... when he wakes up." He said, his voice cracking a little as a knot formed in his throat. Axel chuckled, and Zexion heard him tossing the juice back into the fridge.

"I'm not your messenger. You got something you need to tell him, tell him yourself." Axel said flatly.

Zexion heard footsteps heading to the back of the house, and took that as his cue to go. He couldn't shake the feeling of regret from his head no matter how much space he put between himself and that house. It wasn't so much that he wanted to leave things that way, but he needed time. He based his existence on order, on his ability to have perfect control over himself, perfect concentration... logic without emotion.

Demyx woke to the sounds and smells of eggs frying. He knew it would be Roxas in the kitchen; Axel couldn't cook a proper meal if his life depended on it. Demyx's hand rose to wipe at his eyes, and that was when it hit him. He hadn't gone to sleep on the living room floor alone, that would be stupid. Zexion was gone. He looked around and saw no one but Roxas, who he called out to.

"Hey, Roxy!" He called out with a wave. "Have you seen Zexion? Broody kid, hair slung over one eye, a little shy?"

Roxas shook his head as he answered, his hands busy with the food. "No, he must have already left. Sorry, Demyx. Also, will you stop calling me Roxy? Keep that up and Axel will start doing it, and then it'll never go away." Turning his attention back to cooking, Roxas left Demyx to his thoughts.

His last bit of hope shot down, Demyx slumped down where he had slept, wishing that Zexion was still there with him. It was then that his eyes came across a piece of paper, hastily scribbled on and folded up, resting on the coffee table in front of him. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but reached forward to grab the paper anyway. Taking a deep breath, he unfolded it and read.

There was a little squiggly line, but below was the most intricate handwriting he had ever seen seen. It read simply "I'm sorry. Don't hate me for leaving." Demyx frowned, his normally upbeat personality shot down by the message.

Over the next few days, Zexion had avoided the library, and taken to studying on the roof of the literature department, as that was his major. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Demyx again... quite the contrary, he wanted to see him very badly, but he was still struggling with himself, with his own feelings. No matter how he looked at it, logically, he shouldn't be feeling so strongly about this bubbly blonde boy he met less than a week ago, but... he did. He tried giving himself the time to forget, or to think it over rationally, but no matter how his analytical brain went over it, he always came up with an illogical result.

Zexion had never believed in love before. Physical attraction, sure. Human beings were animals, and all animals have primal and instinctual needs to mate, and to procreate. Always an open-minded individual, he had never been prejudiced against gays, but had found himself studying them. Studying them as he did all humans, trying to assess what motivated them to act, if not the primal need to reproduce. Love wasn't an acceptable answer to him before, but now... he couldn't say. Letting out a grunt of frustration, he threw his books into his bag, tossing it on the ground. He lied back, spreading his arms out and staring into the clouds. His thoughts bounced around the inside of his head, causing it to ache yet again. His solitude was interrupted by a voice, a familiar voice.

"Hey Zexy." Demyx said, leaning nervously against the door that led back down into the literature building.

Zexion sat up in surprise, his face going a little red. "Demyx? H-How..." He couldn't ask the question, being that his throat was closing up, but Demyx answered before the silence became awkward.

"I asked the librarian, and she directed me to the head lit. professor, who sent me to the roof. I thought he was just screwing with me until I got up here." Demyx wasn't making eye contact, staring off into space as the light breeze blew the loose shirt off of his skinny frame. His arms crossed behind his body as he waited for Zexion to say something, to say anything.

Zexion stood and walked over to Demyx, stopping a couple feet short. "I don't... or rather, I didn't, think it was possible. It doesn't make any sense." He felt Demyx's eyes on him, even as he counted the tiles below his feet. "I can't explain it with logic or reason, no matter how hard I try... the way I feel about you." He whispered the last bit, uneasy as he admitted to his failure. His ears perked at the sound of footsteps, Demyx's shoes appearing next to his own.

"Look at me Zexy." Demyx said, and lifted his chin up so that there eyes met. "Love is never logical, silly."

A lightness filled Zexion's chest as he saw Demyx leaning down toward him. He stretched up and, surprised at his own daring, wrapped his arms around Demyx's neck. Their lips touched, and all was right in his head once again. It didn't have to make sense, it didn't need to be logical, all that mattered was that the boy in his arms wanted him... loved him, and he felt the same. He smiled as their lips parted, and saw Demyx smiling back down at him. It wasn't Demyx's usual cheeky smile, but a softer and more subtle one, one that he hoped was reserved just for him.

Zexion stood up on his toes, kissing Demyx again, his pulse racing as he felt arms twist around his body to hold him. It was so comforting, so relaxing, but his heart was almost beating it's way out of his chest. Their tongues swirled around one another, his hold on Demyx tightening, kissing until he could no longer for need of air. "It's too bad we have to breathe." He chuckled at the absurdity of his words, and cheered internally when he heard Demyx giggling. He loved that sound.

"You wanna go have lunch Zexy?" Demyx asked, his tone hopeful. He didn't want to push things and scare Zexion away again, but he seemed to be over his issues, and lunch wasn't such a big deal. Zexion nodded, and blushed brightly when Demyx kissed him on the forehead.

"Sounds good. I'm really sorry for leaving you that day, but... I was so uncertain... so many things to consider, and I had no idea how..." He paused, looking away and dropping his voice below a whisper as he said "how to love". Demyx slid around so that they were standing side by side and took Zexion's hand in his, leaning down to whisper to him, his voice shifting to one with a seductive and erotic edge (or at least he hoped it did).

"It's okay Zexy, I'll show you." Demyx knew it sounded a bit silly, but he was silly so that didn't bother him. Zexion was blushing next to him, but holding onto his hand tightly all the same. He smiled his wide smile, running his free hand through his blonde spikes as they headed toward their first official date.

[A/N : Short chapter, I know, but the next one won't be]