Hello Everyone! I am so excited to write for you! ((Is in a super good mood today)) Lucky for you, my current job has loads of free time where I am literally required to sit at my desk and to whatever really, so expect a lot of new stories from me in the future! Yay!

But I figured that first I would update this one. Which, I'm hoping isn't too boring; I tried to make it a funny one.

But I'll let you be the judge of that right? ; )

What If…

Zexion and Demyx went to a carnival?

((as suggested by the lovely Zemyx-loving Lokifangirl13))

"Why are we doing this again," Zexion asked dryly as Demyx led him by the hand across a field filled with endless brightly lit games, rides, and food stalls.

"Because this is Twilight Town's first ever carnival!" Demyx replied enthusiastically, gripping Zexion's hand tighter as he began to walk faster, "And it's only here for this weekend!"

Zexion tried not to roll his eyes; all the brightly offensive lights and throngs of people were already giving him a headache. "Exactly. You know these rides can't be safe; if you really wanted to come, why couldn't you have just gone with Axel and Roxas? I'm positive they're somewhere in this crowd—"

Zexion let out a small 'oof!' as he ran straight into Demyx, who had stopped abruptly. Demyx turned to look over his shoulder at Zexion; although he didn't say anything outright, Zexion had been with Demyx long enough that he could see the slight hurt reflected in his eyes. Zexion opened his mouth to say that he didn't think spending time with him was stupid, he just thought the carnival was stupid, but Demyx cut him off.

"Don't be such a spoil sport," he said with an air of finality, ending the unspoken argument before it properly began. He then turned around and started to drag Zexion forward again.

Zexion let out a small sigh to himself. Well, if Demyx loves it so much, maybe it's not that stupid, he thought. He's dragged me on many adventures I didn't think I would enjoy at first…I might as well give this one a chance too.

Zexion sped up his pace to walk in step with Demyx. "So," he said quietly with a small smile, "What shall we do first?"

Demyx grinned widely. "Everything!"

-((Let the fun begin!))-

"I really don't think any of this actually qualifies as food," Zexion commented as the two walked past an array of food stalls. Each sported such an impressive array of food that if Zexion was alive, he guessed that said 'food' would have immediately put him in the hospital.

"Do you want some fried Kool-Aid?"

"Some what?" Zexion exclaimed, stopping abruptly at the stall to stare in morbid fascination as even the popular beverage was turned into a fried food. "…I think I'll pass on that one," he said, turning towards the other stalls.

"Let's start with splitting a too-sweet lemonade?" Demyx suggested with a grin.

Zexion let out an over exaggerated sigh. "If I must," he said, stepping in line for the aforementioned beverage.

"Just wait until we get some funnel cake," Demyx replied, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Demyx, there's no way I'll be able to stomach that sugary mush…"

-((:o))-

Two lemonades, three hot dogs, two funnel cakes, and one fried Kool-Aid later, the two headed away from the food stalls.

"I don't know why I let you eat that," Zexion said before abruptly stopping and gripping his stomach as it made an unpleasant lurch. "I don't know why I let me eat that."

Demyx chuckled and quickly kissed Zexion on the cheek. "Well, I have been told I can be very persuasive," he said with a wink.

Zexion bit back the urge to pursue those soft lips further. "I could be persuaded to immediately return to my room?" he asked with a hopeful voice. You'd have to know him well enough to be able to see it, but there was a definite glint of lust in his aquamarine gaze.

Demyx giggled and pulled Zexion into motion. "Not yet, the fun's just starting!"

"I am continuously wary of your ever-expanding definition of the word fun."

Demyx smiled widely before stopping in front of the G-Force, a high speed ride that did nothing but cause you to spin in a fast, gravity-induced circle midair. "You never know until you give it a try, right?"

Zexion's own thoughts brought him to the same conclusion earlier; therefore, he tried his best to ignore the foreboding backflip performed by his stomach. "…I guess," he said as the two stepped into line.

-((One ride later))-

"I can safely say that that was not fun," Zexion said as he collapsed onto a bench, trying valiantly to keep all the food he ate earlier securely in his stomach.

"I'm sorry Zexion," Demyx said, sitting beside him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "I didn't think about the possibility that you might get sick—"

At the words 'get sick,' Zexion turned an unmistakably pale shade of green.

"Can I get you anything?" Demyx asked, wanting to help, "I'm sorry. Let's just go home, and you can lay down—"

Zexion shook his head before immediately regretting it. "I'll be fine; it's alright," Zexion said with a wan smile. "Let's just do something that doesn't involve spinning, going upside down, or generally leaving the ground, okay?"

Demyx smiled tenderly, bringing his other hand up to brush the hair out of Zexion's eyes. "Okay," he said softly before he leapt to his feet. "Let's play some games!"

-((Yeah!))-

"I probably shouldn't say this, but you do realize that these games are all designed to take your m-"

"Let's play that one!" Demyx exclaimed enthusiastically, pointing at a ring toss game where the prize for winning was a giant blue teddy bear.

"Demyx," Zexion said, turning him away from that game, "Let's just go find something else to do; these games are all fixed, and the prizes aren't worth the-" he stopped for a moment, eyes caught by an elaborate framed calligraphy being advertised as a prize in the game stall across from him.

Before he could recover and pretend nothing happened, Demyx noticed what he was staring at. "I will win that for you," he said with determination as he stepped up to the dart-throwing game.

"No, Demyx, don't, let's go—" Zexion said, but Demyx ignored him completely.

"Pop three balloons, win a prize," the attendant said with almost no enthusiasm as the two stepped up to the game. "Care to show your skill?" he asked, already stretching out his hand to take the munny.

Demyx handed over some munny and was given four darts to throw at the wall of balloons in front of him. After taking careful aim, Demyx threw a dart straight at a balloon. Nothing happened, and the dart fell harmlessly to the floor.

"Not a good first try, man," the attendant said discouragingly as Demyx made a sound of outrage.

"I hit that balloon straight on!" he protested, looking as if he wanted to climb into the game and pop the balloon himself.

"Hey," the attendant said sharply, "these are balloons, not steel balls. You obviously missed, so try again," he said, stepping away to clear the path.

Ass, thought Demyx as the next dart popped a balloon easily. With a wry grin, he immediately threw the next dart, which bounced off of a balloon before landing harmlessly on the floor.

"Hey!" Demyx exclaimed, "That one bounced off a balloon! It should have popped-!"

"Sorry dude," the attendant said, taking the last dart from Demyx's lax fingers, "Maybe next time." He stepped away from them, ignoring Demyx's protests.

"What a dick," Demyx said, huffing as he turned to leave the game.

"I agree," Zexion murmured, remaining in place as his blue eyes shined with a steely glint. "Excuse me, Mr. Game Fixer," he said loudly, "I'm interested in beating you at your own game."

Said attendant returned, glaring. "Excuse me?"

Zexion's expression remained carefully blank. "I said, I'm interested in beating your game," he said, holding out his munny.

Distracted by the munny, the attendant forgot hit complaint and gave Zexion his darts. In short order, Zexion popped three balloons in a row and set the last dart on the table. He raised an eyebrow at the speechless attendant, satisfaction glittering in his eyes.

"Well?"

The attendant sputtered. "Congratulations! What prize would you like?"

-((Yay!))-

"Wow Zexion, I had no idea you were so good at carnival games!" Demyx exclaimed as he walked besides the victorious Nobody.

"I'm not," he said, glancing behind him for any suspect activity as they walked to a different aisle of games. "That was all an illusion."

Demyx gasped. "Zexion-!"

"I know, I know," Zexion said, cutting him off, "but that game was so rigged! And that guy was such an asshole about it…I couldn't let him treat you that way," he trailed off, blushing slightly.

Demyx smiled and laced his hand through Zexion's. "I know, and I am grateful," he said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I was actually going to ask if you could win me a prize?" he said with a grin.

"…Just one," Zexion allowed. Demyx let out a happy squeal.

-((shenanigans))-

"And what, exactly, are you going to do with that?" Zexion asked as Demyx hugged a giant purple bunny to himself.

"I have no idea," Demyx admitted, "but it's just so cute! I think I'll name it Zexion," he said, kissing it on the top of its head.

"Why settle for an imitation when you can have the real thing?" Zexion said blushingly.

"Zexion!" Demyx said, blushing slightly himself at Zexion's uncharacteristic forwardness, "That's so…"

"I know," Zexion said, almost chiding himself, "I think I've been spending too much time with Axel."

"No no," Demyx said, stopping with Zexion next to the end of a row of game stalls. "That's so…" he leaned forward to whisper in Zexion's ear. "Hot."

Zexion's blush only grew worse. "Can we go home now?" Zexion said, voice cracking slightly.

Demyx's eyes suddenly focused on something over Zexion's shoulder. "Can I convince you to go on one more ride first?"

"That depends; will it cause me to be physically ill?"

Demyx laughed and took Zexion's hand. "Definitely not. Come on!"

-((!))-

"Really, Demyx?" Zexion said, unable to restrain himself any longer, "The Tunnel of Love?" The two were piled with their prizes into a small white boat that floated down the water in the tranquil darkness. Soft music was playing as the two passed extravagant displays created with twinkling lights.

"What's the point of this really," Zexion continued as Demyx turned away from the lights to look at him. "It's just a bunch of dark tunnels with some old Christmas lights and-!"

Zexion's protests died immediately as Demyx abruptly reached forward and pushed the back of Zexion's head towards his, kissing him firmly on the lips.

"Don't be such a spoil sport," Demyx murmured before closing his lips over Zexion's again. Zexion moaned in appreciation before wrapping his hands around Demyx's waist, trying to pull him closer in the little boat. That done, he slid one hand down Demyx's side to rest on his thigh, while the other slid up to grip his shoulder blades.

Demyx's hand wrapped more securely in Zexion's hair as he angled his lips over Zexion's, granting him better access and mobility. His other hand absently stroked the base of Zexion's neck, slowly loosening his jacket.

"Demyx…" Zexion said warningly as the two pulled back to breathe for a moment. Zexion abruptly swiveled Demyx in the boat, pinning him underneath him on the little bench. He placed sharp nips and kisses down Demyx's jawline before nibbling on the lobe of his ear. Demyx gasped softly.

"Now can we go home?" Zexion murmured huskily as he traced the outer shell of Demyx's ear with his tongue.

"Now?" Demyx asked, voice cracking. "But, we're in the middle of—"

"A dark ride with no one watching us, and no one to notice if we suddenly disappear?"

Demyx grinned widely, smile slowly turning sensual as he stared up at the Cloaked Schemer. "Let's go."

A few minutes later, a confused ride operator stared at the little boat, wondering why someone would have sent an empty one through the ride.

-((Meanwhile))-

"I'm telling you, Rox," Axel said as the two waited by the Tunnel of Love's exit, "I saw Demyx and Zexion go in there!"

"Well, it's been over ten minutes," Roxas said, looking at his watch, "You must have been mistaken." He took Axel's hand as the two started to walk away. "And besides, I seriously doubt that Zexion would have a good time at a carnival."

"I suppose you're right," Axel said, abruptly pulling Roxas into a dark shadow made by the back of a food stall, "But that doesn't mean that we can't have a good time at a carnival…" he said, leaning down to place hot open-mouthed kisses on Roxas' neck.

"Axel!"

-((The End!))-

Heeehee! I don't know what it is lately with people making out on rides, but hey. Why not! I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you think; I live for reviews!

R&R!

~freaky-hanyou

Last One: The Box! ((I enjoy that one))

"Oh quit being such a downer, Axel, that's my job," Roxas said, winking.