By : Shawnathan

[A/N : Bit of an AkuRoku chapter, but not entirely. Lemon will be around soon enough, so be patient. Correct me if you will, and review if you'd like. Danke~ ]

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

The morning light streaked through the blinds of Demyx's bedroom window, but was warm and serene rather than blinding, Zexion thought to himself as he opened his eyes. As the last couple weeks flew by, he and Demyx had taken turns sleeping over. Only sleeping, he thought sheepishly to himself, as he had been too much of a coward to move any further with Demyx than their intense make-out sessions. It had been enough for him so far, but... he had found himself struggling with a desire that burned when they came close to crossing the line.

It wasn't as though Zexion didn't want more, quite the opposite at this point; every time he and Demyx were close, the warmth in his chest burned hotter than anything he had ever experienced in his life. He simply had no inkling of how to begin, how to commence such a... foreign thing. He had never gone beyond kissing anyone before. The few girls that had given him the time of day in high school had all ended up calling him somber and depressing, saying he would be more at home dating a character from one of his books. He found himself smiling as he looked down at Demyx, shirtless and beautiful, who wore a smile even in his dreams. Demyx was certainly a character, no one could say a word to the contrary.

Zexion saw Demyx's eyes open ever so slightly, the spiky blonde stretching his arms out and yawning loudly. "Good morning. Pleasant dreams, I hope?" He asked, his expression calm and content, as it usually was around his boyfriend. Boyfriend... he still hadn't become accustomed to using that word. Luckily for him, he was such a loner that there wasn't really anyone of any importance for him to introduce Demyx to. Demyx nodded, kissing at his chest before turning and springing out of bed and onto his feet in one fluid motion. Zexion stared at Demyx as he walked away, those graceful movements never ceasing to impress him.

Collapsing back down onto the multitude of pillows Demyx always had scattered about the bed, all in different shades of blue, Zexion closed his eyes again. He smiled wide as he heard Axel whining about something trivial through the wall. He had been intimidated by the redhead the first time they met, and when he had skipped out on Demyx that morning a few weeks back, but had since come to discover that he was a big softie. Not only that, but Axel was wrapped hopelessly around Roxas' little finger. He had been oblivious the first time he had seen them together, thinking that Roxas was being a good friend, helping a drunken Axel home after he'd had a few too many.

It didn't take Zexion long to see the signs once he and Demyx were officially a couple. They spent more time at the apartment than they did at his dorm, being that there was more space, and typically a little more privacy. It had only taken thirty seconds of loud thumping noises while he was helping Demyx write a paper for him to piece that one together. Demyx had simply shrugged and said "I was sort of being literal when I said they were attached at the hip." He wasn't sure if his dorm-mate had figured out that he and Demyx were dating, but he wasn't prepared to have him walking in on the two of them fooling around, so he dealt with Axel's nonsensical behavior and Roxas' moaning as best he could, and enjoyed the privacy he and Demyx were granted in return. An acceptable arrangement for all parties involved.

Axel shook with silent laughter as he peered through the crack in Demyx's door, gesturing to Roxas to come have a look. Roxas put on a serious face, stamping over to Axel and pulling him away by the ear, like one would a delinquent child. Axel fit that description well enough. Roxas led him into the kitchen before finally releasing his hold, Axel holding it and wincing, but still somehow able to laugh, as always.

"Can't you just leave them be? They don't bother us when we're..." Roxas cut his own sentence off, not wanting to encourage Axel. Far from being dissuaded, Axel took a step toward him, his unbuttoned shirt flowing out around him as he descended on Roxas. Stopping just short, Axel slammed an arm against the fridge, Roxas' eyes working very hard to not be distracted by his exposed V-lines.

"I was just having a laugh Roxy. They were getting pretty intense in there, it was making me kinda horny... good thing you showed up, convenient timing." He leaned down, closing the distance a little more as he whispered to a now-shuddering Roxas. "You can't tell me aren't at least a little turned on." God damn you, Axel. Fucking asshole. I hate you. You're such a cocky, arrogant, egotistical...

"Don't call me Roxy." Was all Roxas managed to get out, silencing his mental tirade as he nearly dove into Axel's arms, kissing him deeply. It was hard to stay mad at Axel when he was being all smolder and shit. Roxas felt himself being picked up, something he hadn't consented to until a year into their relationship; he hated feeling inferior and weak, but despite that he enjoyed being held by Axel. He felt his legs wrapping around Axel possessively as his cheeks began to flush, their kisses becoming more erotic as Axel carried him through the house.

Axel carried Roxas to his bedroom, breaking their kiss to toss him roughly to the bed. Before Roxas could voice a complaint Axel was on him again, his shirt discarded at some point. His hands slid up Roxas' sides, one making it's way up his shirt, causing Roxas to blush deeper and moan into his mouth. He pulled away for a brief moment, taking pleasure in the sight before him; the half-lidded eyes, the shirt pulled up to reveal a pale, smooth stomach... the hunger in those cloudy eyes spoke to him, and he resumed his attack.

Roxas didn't know why he let Axel do this to him. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate, but he refused to acknowledge it any further. He had always suffered a weakness for redheads, one that often led him into questionable and, more often than not, regrettable, hook-ups. He had met Axel in a similar set of circumstances, but the outcome had been drastically different from every other casual fling. Axel had approached him and hit on him, a bit excitable but also charming in a way that only Axel could be. They had ended up in this very apartment later that night, and made out on this very bed, but when the time came for things to get seriously physical, Axel had backed off. He remembered Axel's words so vividly he could repeat them like lines from his favorite novels and poems, or lyrics from his favorite songs.

"I don't want to go there, Roxas. Well, I do... but not now, not so soon. I don't just want to sleep with you and lose your number. I don't want this to be a one night stand. I want to have you all to myself... every part of you."

It had seemed a little cliché at the time; he had even sighed and rolled his eyes, but everything changed when Axel turned around and their eyes met. Axel was better with his expressions and his actions than he was with words. Those bright green eyes had said all that needed to be said. Axel wanted him for more than just his body. He wanted that too, and would soon become rather overzealous about the whole thing, but that was beside the point. Those eyes showed him what true passion looked like, and Axel's passion burned hotter than the surface of the sun.

Axel noticed that Roxas' mind was wandering, and pulled his lips away. They were both breathing sporadically, in unmeasured bursts. Axel started trailing kisses down Roxas' neck, speaking in the low, burning tone he saved for just these occasions. "Whatcha thinkin' about Roxy? If you're getting all distracted, I must not be doing this right."

"Y-You're do-ow!-doing fine..." Roxas managed to choke out. He felt Axel kiss his forehead, and reached up to cradle his face in both hands. "I was thinking about the first night we spent together. Do you remember that? You wouldn't cross the proverbial line, so we just cuddled and talked until we passed out." Axel rolled his eyes, but when he looked down again, Roxas could see the fire in them.

Axel raised his own hands to hold Roxas', pulling one down to rest on his bare chest, over his heart. "Of course I remember. My heart was beating like a hummingbird's, I was so nervous." He silenced himself, a rare occasion for him, and let Roxas listen to his heart. "You're the only one who makes me crazy like this, makes my heart blast like a machine gun, my pulse jump... I was a coward that night, but the result was well worth it. I got to keep you." Roxas smiled up at him, kissing him softly.

"I get the feeling that you're going to burn us both alive if you keep being so... lustful." Roxas said with a giggle, sitting up and throwing his own shirt to the side.

Axel smirked, moving behind Roxas and wrapping both arms around him protectively. "You're god damn right I will. I'll burn us both to cinders before I let you go Roxy." He let his hands fall to Roxas' hips as they kissed again, more aggressive than before.

"Don't call me Roxy, asshole." Roxas said with a brief smile, his body twisting around Axel's as they fell backward together.

After an exhausting series of meetings, Zexion was released, letting out a sigh of relief as he made his way across campus to a small coffee stand. Latte in hand, he sat on the nearest bench to wait for Demyx. It hadn't been as long as before, but he found himself missing that perpetually happy simpleton more with each passing second. Just as he finished that thought, a pair of wiry arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, an excited voice saying "Whassup Professor Zexy?" Zexion smiled, chuckling as he stood to greet Demyx.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I'm not a professor yet. I've very nearly finished the master's curriculum though, so I'm well on my way. How was practice?" Zexion had never felt so comfortable with anyone. Every time he spoke with Demyx, they fell into a natural rhythm, a rapport of sorts.

"It was good, until Axel yelled 'pyrotechnics' and threw a handful of lit bottle rockets into the room while Luxord was recording bass tracks. Things sort of fell apart after that, but we got a lot done, so it's all good." Demyx told the tale as though antics like these were a regular occurrence. Zexion facepalmed, immediately resolving to be more vigilant around Axel; he hated being pranked.

Finishing the last of his coffee, Zexion took Demyx's hand in his, and they began the familiar walk to the apartment. They passed Roxas along the way, who was on his way to the culinary branch of the school. "Hey there, Rox. Is Axel alright?" Demyx asked, a touch of concern in his voice. Zexion wondered why it was Axel they were worried about, and not this 'Luxord' fellow.

"He's fine, Luxord didn't break any of his bones, but his back's pretty banged up. The bruises are going to be something else." Roxas said, trying to produce a laugh, his eyes showing how he truly felt.

Zexion's eyes widened as he took that in. "Fuck, what happened?" He probably should have handled it with a bit more tact, but he had to ask after hearing something like that.

Roxas sighed, his head drooping. "Luxord took a bottle rocket to the side of the head, so he hit Axel with a chair." He raised his head just enough to see Zexion's jaw drop. "He said he only hit him in the back because they have a show coming up, and Axel needed his arms to play guitar... I swear, you guys..." He sounded drained, his own words barely registering in his head.

Demyx held his hands up defensively. "Hey, I tried to stop it from happening that way, but there was only so much I could do. I wasn't about to dive in front of the chair."

Roxas nodded, sighing again and fiddling with the strap on his bag. "Well, I have a class to get to. Tell Axel I said he's an ass, but I hope he's alright."

"Sure thing Rox." Demyx promised, and gave Zexion's hand a light squeeze as they resumed their journey.

Zexion was still trying to digest all that information when they got back to the apartment, which was, to his surprise, still very clean. Well, as clean as it usually was. "I thought there was a fight, and... bottle rockets?" He said, still baffled.

"Oh, that was at the practice space Zexy, don't worry." Demyx said, as though that glossed everything over.

Zexion tried to put it out of his mind, but couldn't stop himself from saying something. "I'll try to not worry too much about stuff like this, but... promise me you won't get hit with a chair?" It sounded kind of ridiculous, now that he'd said it, but Demyx giggled and gave him a tight hug as they laid down together.

"I promise, Zexy." Demyx said, kissing Zexion's cheek.

Zexion held Demyx tightly, their kisses gentle as they rolled about playfully. "Hey Demyx?" He waited for Demyx to give him a quick "hm?" between kisses before saying "I love you." It seemed like an odd time to say it, but then again, why not say it when you felt it?

"I love you too, Zexy." Demyx whispered back.