Happy Zemyx Day! [Fic]
So I wrote a fic for Zemyx Day, when I realized it was Zemyx day. I don't like the end so much, but since I don't want to delete it all forever, I'm putting it up here. I laugh. Have fun with it!
What Stays in the Closet
.6.9.
The Superior was searching for a certain chemical. Vexen had found a mysterious substance leaking from the pipes of their home, but he didn't have enough for proper analysis. That morning, he had sent Zexion on a quest to find samples. Loaded with a small kit of testing supplies, the youngest Organization member left on his own to find the source.
That had been four hours ago, and Xemnas was growing rather impatient. In his time of waiting, he had sent Lexaeus to assist Vexen on a quest to another world in the hopes of progressing their knowledge on Kingdom Hearts and left Xaldin and Xigbar to recover the newest nobody, to bring their count to ten.
IX sat in front of him, staring around nervously. Xemnas couldn't help but find this one a bit peculiar--each nobody before him had been cruel in some aspect or had a darker side. Each nobody from Ansem's laboratories had a cruel side. Saix, VII, was dark and cruel by nature. Axel, VIII, had a cunning side--and at the moment, he burned everything he disliked (which was quite a bit). This one, Demyx... he seemed too kind. It was odd.
"IX."
"Y-yes, Superior?"
He looked up, bright emerald orbs staring in confusion, slight fear.
Xemnas almost rolled his eyes, but instead, he rose to his feet. "I want you to go find VI."
"Me?" He seemed very confused, as if searching for the missing nobody was abnormal work. And in a way, it was. Often, a nobody who went missing returned after a while, and he usually reported in via Dusk if something went wrong.
Xemnas knew he could've sent any Dusk to search, but he had this humanoid nobody in front of him doing nothing but looking at the architecture. It would keep IX busy, and keep him out of Xemnas's hair. "Yes you, IX. VII is incapable of leaving his room at the moment"--Saix was having one of his berserker moments, and it was best to keep him locked up--"and VIII is recovering from training"--he was new and weak when it came to self-control and over-exerted himself when he battled Xigbar--"and the rest are out, so that leaves you."
Demyx continued to stare at him for a few seconds.
"What are you waiting for? Go, now."
With a shy nod, Demyx rose and all but ran from the room.
.6.9.
"I'm not cut out to do this..."
Dusks floated through the hallway, staying near the walls, passing across the empty spaces in abnormal patterns. Demyx didn't understand why they moved so freely and easily, and why he was so... normal?
No, this wasn't normal at all.
He didn't know what it was, but it definitely wasn't normal. No normal person called a sitar from water droplets. Actually... most normal people didn't even know what a sitar was to begin with! Demyx wasn't even sure what it was. He just knew he played it, and it made things happen.
But right now, he was avoiding that. The Superior would have someone help him train later, and until then, he had to find that missing nobody.
VI was... um... Zexion. The quiet one who didn't like people. So Xigbar told him. He said he knew Zexion back when they were somebodies, and Ienzo hadn't been a friendly person. Xigbar told him that the kid just didn't have enough love in his life, then proceeded to offer to put love in Demyx's--the Superior, to Demyx's relief, entered and sent Xigbar away on another mission.
Demyx painted a mental picture of the boy. Small. Not too small, but shorter than the others. He had pale hair, somewhere between a grey and a blue, some weird mixture, and matching eyes. His skin was slightly pale compared to the others. His coat hugged curves, but left enough room for movement--not as skin-tight as Axel's, as one of them had commented earlier--why Demyx noticed these things, he wasn't sure.
Oh well...
"Zexion!" he began calling.
No answer.
Not in the Hall of Empty Melodies... Naught's Skyway was empty as well... Crooked Ascention, Fragment Crossing... all empty.
But now Demyx was significantly creeped out.
He never went in these places alone, and they made his chest ache and tingle, and he could've cried if he felt a need for tears--
"Anyone?"
He paused. A voice... deep but soft, slightly hoarse. He hadn't heard that one before... then again, he never heard Zexion talk. Or Saix--but Saix was elsewhere. Demyx looked around.
"Hello! Yes, you... new one!"
Demyx spun around. "Z-Zexion?" he asked. He couldn't see him, though...
"You've come seeking me... the Superior sent you, did he not?"
"Y-yeah... he did. But where are you? Not seeing a person talking to me is kinda freaky." Demyx let out a sheepish laugh, glancing around in confusion.
He could hear the older nobody sigh and knock. On a wall?
"IX, follow the sound. Once you find it, place your hands on the wall, and a handle should appear."
Demyx listened quietly, placing his ear against the wall. Both hands gently trailed across the border, and he inched his way across the surface, until finally he heard a soft click. Moving his head from the door, he spotted a handle. A door... how mysterious. Opening it, he saw the small nobody sitting on the floor, hair falling over one eye as always. He had a slight frown, eyes squinting at the light from outdoors.
"Zexion, are you okay?" Demyx asked, stretching an arm down.
VI nodded. "I am fine, IX," he replied softly. "It's a closet..."
"Silly, what are you doing in a close--eeeek!" Demyx had looked away with a slight smile and found a Dusk aimed straight for his head. In a last-minute attempt at dodging, he leaned towards the closet, and was pushed into the closet. The door shut in front of him.
"Oh..."
"Yes." Zexion sighed deeply, ignoring the fact that Demyx was sprawled across his lap.
There was no light in the closet, and Demyx had to untangle himself from the other with the hopes of not smacking his elder in the face. His hand tangled in the chains--he couldn't feel much with his gloves on--and he tugged Zexion to him by accident.
"Sorry..." he whined.
"That's okay. Let go." Zexion's hands found Demyx's and pulled them from the chain... only to discover that their chains had connected. Usually, Zexion would've been able to dislocate the two, but with the lack of a visual sense, he figured he'd make it worse. "Damn it."
"Sorry!" Demyx squeaked, moving his hands to his face. He smacked Zexion in the cheek. "So sorry!"
"Demyx, hold still!"
Demyx froze in spot and whined, receiving a sigh from Zexion. He could feel the other's hands groping at his collar bone, touching the chains, finding where they connect, trying to move them forward. Demyx tried not to jerk forward. Before he knew it, Zexion was sitting on him. Straddling... he could feel smaller legs pressed against his thighs...
He could feel heat growing between his legs and bit his bottom lip, trying to tell himself that he didn't have emotions, feelings, or arousals. No, no, no!
"We'll have to take these off."
"We have to what?" Demyx whimpered.
Zexion sighed. "Unless you wish for me to sit on your lap until someone rescues us." His hands found Demyx's chest and traveled across the leather, stroking, feeling, until he found the zipper. Calmly, he slid it downward, adjusting the chain so it would come over Demyx's head. "Okay, pull your coat over your head."
Demyx turned bright red--not that it was seen. He hadn't worn a shirt undeer his coat; he didn't have any! Plus, with the chill...
He did as instructed, since he knew Zexion would become impatient with him. Once his coat was removed, he was told to hold it as Zexion tugged off his own. The smaller of the two soon moved the coats from them and separated himself from the newer one.
They sat in silence for a little. Every now and then, Demyx would hear a sniff.
"How long do you think we'll be in here?" he questioned.
"However long it takes for someone to realize we're missing," Zexion replied. "They'll find out when they return, I'm sure."
Demyx sighed and moved to lay down. He kicked the wall, and sighed, turning around a bit more. Laying there, he found something sufficing as a pillow. "Um... what am I laying on?"
"My arm," Zexion replied. "Don't worry about it. You're curious on how long that will be, are you not?" When Demyx hummed a reply, Zexion gave an estimate. "Two to three hours, hopefully. Perhaps more if Vexen and Lexaeus don't search. Vexen dislikes leaving his laboratories, and once he has samples, he prefers testing them immediately. It shouldn't be too long before they return and realize I haven't returned."
"Oh..."
More silence fell, and both had fallen asleep. Demyx wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping, but when he woke, his legs were entwined with Zexion's, and the smaller one let out a soft sigh. Demyx shifted, and Zexion moaned.
Whoa... whoa, whoa, whoa... since when did Zexion make those noises?
That was when Demyx realized what his thigh was rubbing.
"Zexion?"
Zexion moved his leg as he tried to pull away and sit up, but Demyx realized he had an arm draped over Zexion's midsection. Demyx moved his arm, hand trailing across Zexion's chest... and he realized something--Zexion wasn't wearing a shirt either!
"Demyx... y-your leg..."
Demyx sat up a bit, then leaned over Zexion. They definitely had a problem. Though Demyx couldn't see it, he felt it against his thigh, and the pressure in his own leather pants was a clear indicator that they both, indeed, had a problem.
"Zexion..."
"Move..."
So Demyx moved. To straddle Zexion. Zexion flailed a little, catching Demyx's forehead, but Demyx grabbed his arms and forced them on the ground. "You'll poke an eye out, then I'll look like Xigbar," he said softly, smiling. "It's okay... nothing can seep through the leather, right?"
Zexion took a few seconds to declare an answer, and finally sighed. "The pants won't be very comfortable if we continue wearing them after today... they might chaffe..."
"We'll live... Zexion?"
"Alright, fine!" He moved his hands away from Demyx's grip and shifted to sit up. Demyx could feel VI breathing on his chest, soft, preparing pants, and he figured that once Zexion caught his breath, they would begin.
He didn't expect to be forced against the floor, VI grinding against him. The leather provided good friction and Demyx bucked his hips to the rhythm Zexion established. It only took a few seconds before they were thrashing and rubbing against each other like dogs in the heat, panting and moaning, sometimes kissing. They preferred clawing and pinching and grasping just for positioning, biting and sucking every now and then when one came close and the other moved.
Struggling for control, submission, and then... relief.
Subconsciously together, even. Demyx had ended up on top, music notes escaping his throat and reaching a high falsetto as he arched his back and cried to Kingdom Hearts on how much that felt better.
Minus the wet feeling gathering in his pants... but that could wait until later.
Zexion was making soft squeals, his small frame shuddering slightly as Demyx slid back and allowed them both a bit of relief.
He slowly lay on the floor next to Zexion, a leg still over VI's. "W-wow..." he whispered. "That... was fun..."
Zexion squeaked then took a deep breath, but Demyx could feel him still panting. "Y-yeah..."
"Over here, Lexaeus!"
Both boys turned to glance forward, a click sounding. The door swung open, and Vexen stared... And blinked...
Lexaeus soon joined them, looking slightly confused.
Demyx and Zexion flushed immediately. Struggling to sit up, Zexion scrambled towards the coats, trying to untangle the chains with shaky fingers. And Demyx could just stare--he wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"Well, I.... see you found company..." Vexen said with a slight cough. He stretched a hand down and grabbed Demyx's arm. "Well, come on, stand up."
"If he can," Lexaeus added, trying his hardest not to laugh.
Demyx shifted to his feet, grabbing onto Vexen's arm to steady himself. "C-chains... t-the coats tangled... a-and... off, stuck..."
"You're not making much sense, IX," spoke IV.
Zexion held up the coats to assist in the explanation, and quickly moved to his feet, but after two shaky steps, he dropped to one knee. Lexaeus easily lifted him and held him still until he could balance on his own, and he frantically tugged at the chains until he snapped his. But at least the coats were separated now...
Demyx blinked, taking his coat from Zexion calmly. Quickly, he put it on, then sighed and fiddled with the zipper. When he looked up, Zexion was staring sullenly at his chains, but he didn't seem upset about those.
Vexen cleared his throat, and Demyx looked up nervously. "I... shant tell the Superior about this," he spoke calmly. "Both of you, return to your quarters and clean up."
Taking the sample kit, Vexen led Lexaeus through a portal, most likely heading towards the labs. Once left alone again, Zexion turned to Demyx.
"Not a word," he said simply.
Demyx nodded. "Won't say a thing."
They began walking away... together. Demyx didn't understand. They walked down a few hallways before Demyx finally realized why he had an escort--he would get lost and walk into a hallway of dusks, if Zexion didn't yank his arm and lead him down the proper hallway. They continued to walk in silence. They had shifted to another floor when Demyx realized why Zexion had warned him about the pants.
"Ow... " he whined softly. "These pants hurt now..."
"Bear it," Zexion muttered, trying to subdue a look of discomfort.
Demyx had to smile slightly at Zexion's bravery, but after a few steps, he had to stop him. "I can't walk in these anymore... wait a minute." Stopping VI, he shucked off his boots, then tugged off his pants, standing plainly in his goldfish-decorated boxers. "Ahh... freedom! You should try it, Zexy. Leather's not so... icky."
Zexion gave him a skeptical look and refused, and they continued to walk, Zexion tugging on his sleeve to lead him in the proper direction.
"Wow... this place is big!" he commented, taking a few steps forward to look around. "Isn't it Zexy?" Silence...? He turned around. "Zexy? Oh..." Demyx had to laugh. Zexion was struggling to free himself from his pants, apparently unable to take the feeling of the leather as well. "See, it's not so bad!"
With a sigh, Zexion looked away. "Come on, Demyx." He continued walking, leaving Demyx to run after. They hadn't gone far before Zexion hushed Demyx, freezing in his steps.
"How many does this make, Superior? I lost count..."
"Ten, Xigbar. Keep up, you're supposed to be smarter than this."
"Uh-oh..." Demyx whispered.
Zexion took his hand and warned him not to let go. From there, he portaled them straight into Demyx's room and sighed. "Here we are, IX... I take my leave of you--"
"You can stay if you want," Demyx said quickly. "I mean... we did just... and you want a shower, right?" He gave a sheepish smile. "My tub's big enough for two..."
With a shy smile, Zexion nodded and shrugged off his coat. "Okay..."
.6.9.
"And what exactly happened?" the Superior asked. He stood in front of IX and VI, watching with slight amusement as they tried to explain how the chains of their jackets had broken. Through mumbling, reddening cheeks, and obnoxious gestures, he understood a small collection of words:
"Dusks"--"fall"--"closet"--"crushed"--"Sorry!"
By the end, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Neither of you are coherent enough for an actual answer. VI, you are to train IX. First world: Atlantica."
Zexion bit back a sigh and nodded, and Demyx stared in confusion. Xemnas knew it would be torture for the both of them--Zexion hated the idea of moving like a fish, and Demyx would not enjoy training with Zexion, since Zexion refused to stop until he was tired. Punishment for being incoherent, and probably for lying. Xemnas didn't know the entire story, and--from Lexaeus portaling out early with laughter, and the others snickering through their fingers--he figured he was probably out of the loop.
Angrily, he sent VI and IX on their trip to Atlantica and began dismissing the rest.
"Oh, Superior, I figured out what the mysterious liquid was!" Vexen announced shortly after the meeting reached a conclusion.
"Do tell, IV."
He leaned forward and whispered into Xemnas's ear. The Superior turned bright red and hurried away, to figure out how Saix got in his room and why he was humping the door.
.6.9.
Zexion didn't think he'd ever attempt fish sex until he and Demyx took their first plunge into the ocean in their merman. He didn't want to try it again.
.O w a r i.
What Stays in the Closet
.6.9.
The Superior was searching for a certain chemical. Vexen had found a mysterious substance leaking from the pipes of their home, but he didn't have enough for proper analysis. That morning, he had sent Zexion on a quest to find samples. Loaded with a small kit of testing supplies, the youngest Organization member left on his own to find the source.
That had been four hours ago, and Xemnas was growing rather impatient. In his time of waiting, he had sent Lexaeus to assist Vexen on a quest to another world in the hopes of progressing their knowledge on Kingdom Hearts and left Xaldin and Xigbar to recover the newest nobody, to bring their count to ten.
IX sat in front of him, staring around nervously. Xemnas couldn't help but find this one a bit peculiar--each nobody before him had been cruel in some aspect or had a darker side. Each nobody from Ansem's laboratories had a cruel side. Saix, VII, was dark and cruel by nature. Axel, VIII, had a cunning side--and at the moment, he burned everything he disliked (which was quite a bit). This one, Demyx... he seemed too kind. It was odd.
"IX."
"Y-yes, Superior?"
He looked up, bright emerald orbs staring in confusion, slight fear.
Xemnas almost rolled his eyes, but instead, he rose to his feet. "I want you to go find VI."
"Me?" He seemed very confused, as if searching for the missing nobody was abnormal work. And in a way, it was. Often, a nobody who went missing returned after a while, and he usually reported in via Dusk if something went wrong.
Xemnas knew he could've sent any Dusk to search, but he had this humanoid nobody in front of him doing nothing but looking at the architecture. It would keep IX busy, and keep him out of Xemnas's hair. "Yes you, IX. VII is incapable of leaving his room at the moment"--Saix was having one of his berserker moments, and it was best to keep him locked up--"and VIII is recovering from training"--he was new and weak when it came to self-control and over-exerted himself when he battled Xigbar--"and the rest are out, so that leaves you."
Demyx continued to stare at him for a few seconds.
"What are you waiting for? Go, now."
With a shy nod, Demyx rose and all but ran from the room.
.6.9.
"I'm not cut out to do this..."
Dusks floated through the hallway, staying near the walls, passing across the empty spaces in abnormal patterns. Demyx didn't understand why they moved so freely and easily, and why he was so... normal?
No, this wasn't normal at all.
He didn't know what it was, but it definitely wasn't normal. No normal person called a sitar from water droplets. Actually... most normal people didn't even know what a sitar was to begin with! Demyx wasn't even sure what it was. He just knew he played it, and it made things happen.
But right now, he was avoiding that. The Superior would have someone help him train later, and until then, he had to find that missing nobody.
VI was... um... Zexion. The quiet one who didn't like people. So Xigbar told him. He said he knew Zexion back when they were somebodies, and Ienzo hadn't been a friendly person. Xigbar told him that the kid just didn't have enough love in his life, then proceeded to offer to put love in Demyx's--the Superior, to Demyx's relief, entered and sent Xigbar away on another mission.
Demyx painted a mental picture of the boy. Small. Not too small, but shorter than the others. He had pale hair, somewhere between a grey and a blue, some weird mixture, and matching eyes. His skin was slightly pale compared to the others. His coat hugged curves, but left enough room for movement--not as skin-tight as Axel's, as one of them had commented earlier--why Demyx noticed these things, he wasn't sure.
Oh well...
"Zexion!" he began calling.
No answer.
Not in the Hall of Empty Melodies... Naught's Skyway was empty as well... Crooked Ascention, Fragment Crossing... all empty.
But now Demyx was significantly creeped out.
He never went in these places alone, and they made his chest ache and tingle, and he could've cried if he felt a need for tears--
"Anyone?"
He paused. A voice... deep but soft, slightly hoarse. He hadn't heard that one before... then again, he never heard Zexion talk. Or Saix--but Saix was elsewhere. Demyx looked around.
"Hello! Yes, you... new one!"
Demyx spun around. "Z-Zexion?" he asked. He couldn't see him, though...
"You've come seeking me... the Superior sent you, did he not?"
"Y-yeah... he did. But where are you? Not seeing a person talking to me is kinda freaky." Demyx let out a sheepish laugh, glancing around in confusion.
He could hear the older nobody sigh and knock. On a wall?
"IX, follow the sound. Once you find it, place your hands on the wall, and a handle should appear."
Demyx listened quietly, placing his ear against the wall. Both hands gently trailed across the border, and he inched his way across the surface, until finally he heard a soft click. Moving his head from the door, he spotted a handle. A door... how mysterious. Opening it, he saw the small nobody sitting on the floor, hair falling over one eye as always. He had a slight frown, eyes squinting at the light from outdoors.
"Zexion, are you okay?" Demyx asked, stretching an arm down.
VI nodded. "I am fine, IX," he replied softly. "It's a closet..."
"Silly, what are you doing in a close--eeeek!" Demyx had looked away with a slight smile and found a Dusk aimed straight for his head. In a last-minute attempt at dodging, he leaned towards the closet, and was pushed into the closet. The door shut in front of him.
"Oh..."
"Yes." Zexion sighed deeply, ignoring the fact that Demyx was sprawled across his lap.
There was no light in the closet, and Demyx had to untangle himself from the other with the hopes of not smacking his elder in the face. His hand tangled in the chains--he couldn't feel much with his gloves on--and he tugged Zexion to him by accident.
"Sorry..." he whined.
"That's okay. Let go." Zexion's hands found Demyx's and pulled them from the chain... only to discover that their chains had connected. Usually, Zexion would've been able to dislocate the two, but with the lack of a visual sense, he figured he'd make it worse. "Damn it."
"Sorry!" Demyx squeaked, moving his hands to his face. He smacked Zexion in the cheek. "So sorry!"
"Demyx, hold still!"
Demyx froze in spot and whined, receiving a sigh from Zexion. He could feel the other's hands groping at his collar bone, touching the chains, finding where they connect, trying to move them forward. Demyx tried not to jerk forward. Before he knew it, Zexion was sitting on him. Straddling... he could feel smaller legs pressed against his thighs...
He could feel heat growing between his legs and bit his bottom lip, trying to tell himself that he didn't have emotions, feelings, or arousals. No, no, no!
"We'll have to take these off."
"We have to what?" Demyx whimpered.
Zexion sighed. "Unless you wish for me to sit on your lap until someone rescues us." His hands found Demyx's chest and traveled across the leather, stroking, feeling, until he found the zipper. Calmly, he slid it downward, adjusting the chain so it would come over Demyx's head. "Okay, pull your coat over your head."
Demyx turned bright red--not that it was seen. He hadn't worn a shirt undeer his coat; he didn't have any! Plus, with the chill...
He did as instructed, since he knew Zexion would become impatient with him. Once his coat was removed, he was told to hold it as Zexion tugged off his own. The smaller of the two soon moved the coats from them and separated himself from the newer one.
They sat in silence for a little. Every now and then, Demyx would hear a sniff.
"How long do you think we'll be in here?" he questioned.
"However long it takes for someone to realize we're missing," Zexion replied. "They'll find out when they return, I'm sure."
Demyx sighed and moved to lay down. He kicked the wall, and sighed, turning around a bit more. Laying there, he found something sufficing as a pillow. "Um... what am I laying on?"
"My arm," Zexion replied. "Don't worry about it. You're curious on how long that will be, are you not?" When Demyx hummed a reply, Zexion gave an estimate. "Two to three hours, hopefully. Perhaps more if Vexen and Lexaeus don't search. Vexen dislikes leaving his laboratories, and once he has samples, he prefers testing them immediately. It shouldn't be too long before they return and realize I haven't returned."
"Oh..."
More silence fell, and both had fallen asleep. Demyx wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping, but when he woke, his legs were entwined with Zexion's, and the smaller one let out a soft sigh. Demyx shifted, and Zexion moaned.
Whoa... whoa, whoa, whoa... since when did Zexion make those noises?
That was when Demyx realized what his thigh was rubbing.
"Zexion?"
Zexion moved his leg as he tried to pull away and sit up, but Demyx realized he had an arm draped over Zexion's midsection. Demyx moved his arm, hand trailing across Zexion's chest... and he realized something--Zexion wasn't wearing a shirt either!
"Demyx... y-your leg..."
Demyx sat up a bit, then leaned over Zexion. They definitely had a problem. Though Demyx couldn't see it, he felt it against his thigh, and the pressure in his own leather pants was a clear indicator that they both, indeed, had a problem.
"Zexion..."
"Move..."
So Demyx moved. To straddle Zexion. Zexion flailed a little, catching Demyx's forehead, but Demyx grabbed his arms and forced them on the ground. "You'll poke an eye out, then I'll look like Xigbar," he said softly, smiling. "It's okay... nothing can seep through the leather, right?"
Zexion took a few seconds to declare an answer, and finally sighed. "The pants won't be very comfortable if we continue wearing them after today... they might chaffe..."
"We'll live... Zexion?"
"Alright, fine!" He moved his hands away from Demyx's grip and shifted to sit up. Demyx could feel VI breathing on his chest, soft, preparing pants, and he figured that once Zexion caught his breath, they would begin.
He didn't expect to be forced against the floor, VI grinding against him. The leather provided good friction and Demyx bucked his hips to the rhythm Zexion established. It only took a few seconds before they were thrashing and rubbing against each other like dogs in the heat, panting and moaning, sometimes kissing. They preferred clawing and pinching and grasping just for positioning, biting and sucking every now and then when one came close and the other moved.
Struggling for control, submission, and then... relief.
Subconsciously together, even. Demyx had ended up on top, music notes escaping his throat and reaching a high falsetto as he arched his back and cried to Kingdom Hearts on how much that felt better.
Minus the wet feeling gathering in his pants... but that could wait until later.
Zexion was making soft squeals, his small frame shuddering slightly as Demyx slid back and allowed them both a bit of relief.
He slowly lay on the floor next to Zexion, a leg still over VI's. "W-wow..." he whispered. "That... was fun..."
Zexion squeaked then took a deep breath, but Demyx could feel him still panting. "Y-yeah..."
"Over here, Lexaeus!"
Both boys turned to glance forward, a click sounding. The door swung open, and Vexen stared... And blinked...
Lexaeus soon joined them, looking slightly confused.
Demyx and Zexion flushed immediately. Struggling to sit up, Zexion scrambled towards the coats, trying to untangle the chains with shaky fingers. And Demyx could just stare--he wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"Well, I.... see you found company..." Vexen said with a slight cough. He stretched a hand down and grabbed Demyx's arm. "Well, come on, stand up."
"If he can," Lexaeus added, trying his hardest not to laugh.
Demyx shifted to his feet, grabbing onto Vexen's arm to steady himself. "C-chains... t-the coats tangled... a-and... off, stuck..."
"You're not making much sense, IX," spoke IV.
Zexion held up the coats to assist in the explanation, and quickly moved to his feet, but after two shaky steps, he dropped to one knee. Lexaeus easily lifted him and held him still until he could balance on his own, and he frantically tugged at the chains until he snapped his. But at least the coats were separated now...
Demyx blinked, taking his coat from Zexion calmly. Quickly, he put it on, then sighed and fiddled with the zipper. When he looked up, Zexion was staring sullenly at his chains, but he didn't seem upset about those.
Vexen cleared his throat, and Demyx looked up nervously. "I... shant tell the Superior about this," he spoke calmly. "Both of you, return to your quarters and clean up."
Taking the sample kit, Vexen led Lexaeus through a portal, most likely heading towards the labs. Once left alone again, Zexion turned to Demyx.
"Not a word," he said simply.
Demyx nodded. "Won't say a thing."
They began walking away... together. Demyx didn't understand. They walked down a few hallways before Demyx finally realized why he had an escort--he would get lost and walk into a hallway of dusks, if Zexion didn't yank his arm and lead him down the proper hallway. They continued to walk in silence. They had shifted to another floor when Demyx realized why Zexion had warned him about the pants.
"Ow... " he whined softly. "These pants hurt now..."
"Bear it," Zexion muttered, trying to subdue a look of discomfort.
Demyx had to smile slightly at Zexion's bravery, but after a few steps, he had to stop him. "I can't walk in these anymore... wait a minute." Stopping VI, he shucked off his boots, then tugged off his pants, standing plainly in his goldfish-decorated boxers. "Ahh... freedom! You should try it, Zexy. Leather's not so... icky."
Zexion gave him a skeptical look and refused, and they continued to walk, Zexion tugging on his sleeve to lead him in the proper direction.
"Wow... this place is big!" he commented, taking a few steps forward to look around. "Isn't it Zexy?" Silence...? He turned around. "Zexy? Oh..." Demyx had to laugh. Zexion was struggling to free himself from his pants, apparently unable to take the feeling of the leather as well. "See, it's not so bad!"
With a sigh, Zexion looked away. "Come on, Demyx." He continued walking, leaving Demyx to run after. They hadn't gone far before Zexion hushed Demyx, freezing in his steps.
"How many does this make, Superior? I lost count..."
"Ten, Xigbar. Keep up, you're supposed to be smarter than this."
"Uh-oh..." Demyx whispered.
Zexion took his hand and warned him not to let go. From there, he portaled them straight into Demyx's room and sighed. "Here we are, IX... I take my leave of you--"
"You can stay if you want," Demyx said quickly. "I mean... we did just... and you want a shower, right?" He gave a sheepish smile. "My tub's big enough for two..."
With a shy smile, Zexion nodded and shrugged off his coat. "Okay..."
.6.9.
"And what exactly happened?" the Superior asked. He stood in front of IX and VI, watching with slight amusement as they tried to explain how the chains of their jackets had broken. Through mumbling, reddening cheeks, and obnoxious gestures, he understood a small collection of words:
"Dusks"--"fall"--"closet"--"crushed"--"Sorry!"
By the end, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Neither of you are coherent enough for an actual answer. VI, you are to train IX. First world: Atlantica."
Zexion bit back a sigh and nodded, and Demyx stared in confusion. Xemnas knew it would be torture for the both of them--Zexion hated the idea of moving like a fish, and Demyx would not enjoy training with Zexion, since Zexion refused to stop until he was tired. Punishment for being incoherent, and probably for lying. Xemnas didn't know the entire story, and--from Lexaeus portaling out early with laughter, and the others snickering through their fingers--he figured he was probably out of the loop.
Angrily, he sent VI and IX on their trip to Atlantica and began dismissing the rest.
"Oh, Superior, I figured out what the mysterious liquid was!" Vexen announced shortly after the meeting reached a conclusion.
"Do tell, IV."
He leaned forward and whispered into Xemnas's ear. The Superior turned bright red and hurried away, to figure out how Saix got in his room and why he was humping the door.
.6.9.
Zexion didn't think he'd ever attempt fish sex until he and Demyx took their first plunge into the ocean in their merman. He didn't want to try it again.
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