K so. Apparently nobody looks at my pimping anymore. AND I WROTE A STORY TOO. XD GOREADZEM!

DO it children.

AND. Darling OnlyinthisLight, I don't have any creativity. Hence this little gem of an idea where you give me ideas. Shhh, the reviewers don't know how important they are. ::whistles::

XD

Anyway. THIS is the last anything involved with Holiday ANYTHING until Valentines. THEN I will jump again. BUT after this is the….CloudSora ::coughs violently::

Could be fun. ON WITH THE SHOW!

AND OMG ZESTY I FORGOT TO CREDIT THE NYEVE ONE TO YOU. ::spazzes:: so I apologize herebeause I'm so tired to go back and fix it. ::bows::

AND for this one I've decided to back it up a bit and Zexy will not realize his inner gayman yet. 8D

What If…

Zexion was taking down the Christmas lights, slipped, and fell,

and Demyx just happened to be there to catch him?

((as suggested by ze lurvely Moogles With Flamethrowers))

images of Zexion falling from the sky and faceplanting Demyx appear XD))

((Ahem.))

"Why are you taking down the Christmas lights already, Zexy? It's barely even January!" Demyx protested as he walked by a tall ladder with Zexion atop it, taking down the Christmas lights in the cafeteria.

"Because it's past Christmas, Number IX," Zexion stated plainly, "And they're an eyesore."

"You're such a scrooge!" Demyx said, unfazed. He looked up and down the hall before whispering conspiratorially, "You're just like the Superior. We had to put them up inside to keep from 'ruining the foreboding image' of the Castle." He sighed and leaned against the ladder.

Zexion looked down, glaring. "Don't talk bad about your Superiors, Number IX. And call my Number VI, for goodness sake-shit!" Zexion swore as the ladder teetered precariously when Demyx leaned against it. Zexion, never one for having good balance, stumbled and began to lean in Demyx's direction.

"Steady the ladder, IX!" he called out. But it was too late. He tumbled to the ground, and Demyx cried out, steadying himself to catch him…

-----((oh noes!))-----

Zexion groaned as he cracked open one eye to a semi-blurry world. What the hell happened? I was taking down those infernal lights and…oh yeah, I fell…Then what? He opened both eyes to see a white ceiling above him.

He heard a sigh of relief beside him. "You're awake!" Zexion looked over to his left to see Demyx sitting beside him.

"IX-?"

Demyx grinned. "Will you call me Demyx already? I only saved your life!"

Zexion looked at him incredulously. "If you saved my life, then why am I sitting in a bed recovering?"

Demyx pinked and smiled sheepishly. "Well…I caught you, but you're momentum caused me to fall, and you hit your head on a table in the cafeteria."

"How smooth of you…Demyx," he said, trying to sit up, but thinking better of it as a massive headache hit him. "Ouch…"

Demyx hovered over him, concerned. "Sit still! Don't try to get up yet," he whispered, pushing gently on Zexion's shoulders until he fell back on the bed. Demyx lingered a hand softly near Zexion's chin, pulling away quickly before he was noticed.

Zexion turned pink slightly. What's happening to me? He thought, averting his eyes from Demyx, Why am I feeling like this? I should even feel!

Demyx looked him over, concerned. "Are you alright? You're flushed!" he put a hand gently on Zexion's forehead. "Could you be getting a fever? Maybe being out for a few hours has screwed with your health more than I thought…"

Zexion tried to shrug his hand away. "I'm fine! You could go, and I'll be alright-"

Demyx cut him off by shaking his head. "You can't even get up without feeling dizzy yet! I'm going to stay here and baby you," he said, winking. Zexion flushed again. "First, you need some warm soup!" he stood up, walking towards the door. "I'll be right back Zexy."

Zexion turned his head into the pillow and screamed in frustration.

--------((poor sexually confused Zexion))-------

Demyx smiled to himself as he walked down the hall to his room, laden with a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup. He's been flushing a lot, he thought. Could he really have a fever? Or could he…he shook his head at the thought. There's no way that Zexion of all people would like me…

He opened the door, smiling. "Here we are Zexy!" He turned to the bed to see Zexion fast asleep.

Oops…he thought, setting the soup to the side on his desk. He needs his rest. He resumed his seat by the bed, pulling out a good romance novel.

-----((didn't think I forgot about the romance novels did I XD))-----

Zexion stirred, looking around for Demyx. Demyx looked away from his book, smiling. "Did you have a good nap?"

Zexion blinked, smiling slightly. "I did. I'm kind of hungry though," he said, trying to sit up again but failing miserably.

Demyx smiled. "Good! Because I have some hot…Well, it might not be hot any more…" he looked away for a moment. Then he smirked. "I have some good ol' lukewarm soup here for you!"

Zexion chuckled slightly. "Sad thing is, I can't get up to eat it."

Demyx thought about that for a moment. "I'll help you up!" Zexion's eyes widened as Demyx crawled onto the bed with him.

"There's n-no need-"

"Oh hush," Demyx said, crawling between him and the wall, "You have to eat. Here," he put his hand gently behind Zexion's head while reaching to put the other hand behind his shoulders. Slowly, he lifted him up and propped him up against himself as he leaned against the wall. Demyx chuckled. "Now, if only I could reach the soup…" he laughed, pointing to it sitting on his chair.

"I can get it," Zexion whispered, leaning forward and just barely reaching it. He began to eat it, but Demyx stopped him.

"Hey! If you're sick, you deserve to be coddled," he scolded, taking the soup away from him. "Open wide…"

Zexion made a noise of protest. "I'm not a child!"

"But you're an invalid," Demyx said dismissively, "now eat."

Zexion blushed as he opened his mouth for Demyx to feed him. He tried not to think about the close proximity they were in as Demyx spooned small amounts of soup to his mouth slowly. This is kind of nice…but mortifying, he thought, looking out of the corner of his eye to see Demyx behind him. That little shit, he's enjoying this…Two can play this game. Zexion shut his mouth, pouting.

Demyx leaned forward, looking at him. "Open up already!"

Zexion looked at him as if he was about to throw a temper tantrum. "Don't wanna!" He crossed his arms behind the soup for added effect.

Demyx blinked. "You little shit…" he murmured, looking at the 'baby-Zexion' incredulously. Fine, I'll play along… "Come on, Zexy, you have to eat!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Here comes the aiiiirplane!" Demyx made airplane noises as he brought the soup to Zexion's closed lips. Zexion shook his head again.

"What about the Choo-choo?" Demyx brought the 'Soup Train' to Zexion's mouth. "Open the tunnel!" Zexion shook his head.

Demyx sighed in frustration. "Zexy, you're going to eat this soup if I have to feed it to you myself!"

Zexion turned around slightly, eyes glinting. "Isn't that what you were just doing?"

Demyx grinned evilly, and unwrapped an arm from the front of Zexion. "Not this way…" He took a spoonful of soup into his mouth, and leaned forward quickly, kissing Zexion. Zexion's eyes widened as Demyx pushed his tongue through to Zexion's mouth, 'feeding' him the soup. Demyx pulled away, smacking his lips.

"There!" he said, laughing. "Will you eat now?"

Zexion sat there in Demyx's arms, frozen in place. Demyx panicked slightly. Oh man, now he's mad at me, he'll never forgive me…

While Demyx was angsting over Zexion, Zexion pulled the soup out of his grasp and placed it back on the chair. In one fluid movement, he pulled Demyx beneath him, putting his arms out on each side to hold himself up. However, Zexion forgot the fact that he was still weak, and within a few seconds collapsed onto Demyx. Demyx recovered from shock and laughed.

"Dammit…" Zexion groaned into Demyx's chest, "How the hell can I be spontaneous and sexy if I can't even lift myself up!" he said in frustration.

Demyx chuckled, wrapping his arms around Zexion's frame. "You don't have to try to be sexy, Zexy." An epiphany struck Demyx. "Sexy Zexy!" he laughed. Zexion lifted his head to glare at him, blushing profusely. "That's your new nickname now, you know."

Zexion continued glaring. "You call me that in public and die."

Demyx laughed harder. "Anyways, you can be spontaneous when you feel better," he said, pulling Zexion closer. "For now, just rest," he pulled the covers over them and finagled out of his boots.

Zexion sighed and cuddled into Demyx. "Thanks," he said, letting his eyes slide shut. I think that I could get used to this… "Night, Demyx."

Demyx kissed his forehead, smiling softly. "Goodnight, my Sexy Zexy."

Zexion groaned and hit him in the shoulder.

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DONEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OH MAN, that Sexy Zexy business was an actual epiphany AT that moment. XD

It made me chuckle.

NIGHT MY LOVES. HAPPEH NEW YEAR! ((HEE! I WON'T WRITE UNTIL NEXT YEAR!))

freaky-hanyou