Hello all! I'm sorry I've waited so long to update, but I'll try to update sooner. I've got 25 or pages of this in my notebook, and so far I've post 15. But every time I sit down to write, 2 more pages typed come out of nowhere. But after a few more chapter I have nothing else, so I'll have to start writing more. But, I am currently working on another fic, Vampiric Melody, which is a predominantly Zexion/Demyx; and I just found a Marluxia/Vexen/Zexion in my notebook which I want to at least type out and see where it's going. Anyway, this fic is taking a turn and turning into a Luxord/Zexion instead of the massive orgy it begas as. I'm also trying to make it more serious and in character as this is my first real solid slash fic. Sorry if the lack of orgy depresses you, though, pretty soon there is a chapter of Zexion/Marluxia/Vexen coming up!

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As the week went on they grew closer and closer. They could communicated without words and Zexion trusted Luxord, strangely, so he didn't read his mind without the blond's consent. Once, Luxord confronted the mind-mage on the subject. It was their third day, and they were eating dinner while drinking their usual tea. But after the second second night, the night that Luxord had given Zexion his first real blow job, Zexion found he didn't really need 3 cups of it. So he drank just one.

"Zexion, may I ask you something?" said Luxord, breaking the silence and setting his cup down.

As was his usual reply, Zexion nodded.

"Do you ever read my mind?"

Blue spikes shook side to side.

A few minutes passed while Zexion finished eating. Then, he stood up. Luxord began to push his chair back, but Zexion stopped him from rising by laying a hand on his shoulder.

"I only read your mind when you first joined. When I found nothing suspicious, I stopped. There was no need to intrude further." Luxord sighed, smiling to himself. Finding a peculiar pride seizing him at the sight of the blond smiling, because of something he said, and finding that he liked that fact, Zexion leaned down and placed a small kiss on Luxord's lips. When he pulled away Luxord smirked, and stroked a retreating cheek, asking. Seized by another idea, and not afraid of it one bit, Zexion acted on it and sat on Luxord's lap, placing another chaste kiss on the blond's lips.

That night, niether of them felt a need to expend numerous amounts of energy trying to impress each other. So, they simply layed there, for hours, conversing and laughing occasionally. After a while, Zexion found himself rifling through the library of definitions in his mind, trying to accertain the meaning of what exactly was going on in his head. He had this…sesation, somewhere between his cheast and his stomach, and it didn't make sense. What was going on? Well, the best way to find that was to analyze the situation logically, of course. Now, what were they doing? That was a good place to start:

Lying in bed. Well, that was obvious, wasn't it?

Having a conversation. What striked Zexion, however, was not that he was saying more than a sentence at a time, but what he was saying. He couldn't recall ever talking about such intimacies with any other of the organization member. Though, for his own credit, Luxord did seem to be doing the same.

So, they were lying in bed, having a conversation. Pillow talk? Shit, there was no way that he, stoic, solitary, sedate Zexion, was having pillow talk Well, what else was required in the definition of pillow talk?

Intimate conversation between lovers, typically taking place in bed.

Lovers. Well, were they lovers? He looked down at himself, then Luxord. They were both naked. They had both had sex, several times, though not within the past 24 hours. Hmm…sex, comfortable enough together to be naked in bed without any groping occuring…did that fit the defintion of lover?

A paramour, a sexual partner.

Well fuck. They were lovers. That meant that were lovers, lying in bed, talking about intimate subjects. Pillow Talk.

What was even more odd, was that Zexion didn't really mind.

The next morning, when Luxord woke up, he found Zexion's hands around his waist, head on his stomach. He was breathing softly in and out, apparently asleep. The conversation they had had the previous night came to his mind. They had spoken of their day to day lives, their annoyances, their enjoyment, and, strangely, what little they remembered of their somebody's lives. Unlike Zexion, he'd come to the conclusion that he was more than a little attatched to the reserved mind mage, far before Zexion had admitted it to himself. Luxord, of course, didn't know this however.

"I wish you felt the same little one," Luxord said to himself. The ghoast of a smile flashed on his lips as he thought of how the indignant little bastard would repond had he been awake to hear Luxord refer to him as "little one" though their ranks were vastly apart. But Zexion looked surprisingly different asleep.

Oh but I do.

Luxord looked around for the owner of the voice that had spoken. He looked down at 'the little one.' It wasn't him, he was still asleep. Yet someone had to have said it; Luxord had heard it as clear as day…

I do, said the voice again.

So, Luxord tried a new tactic; he thought the words do what? And the voice answered:

Feel the same.

Hmm, who was this voice?

What do you feel? He thought again.

What you feel, it answered.

Luxord serched for the right words because the voice seemed as difficult as he was. Of course, said blond had no wits about his because he had not had a smoke nor a cup of coffee yet.

The one you feel, dumb ass.

Dumb ass? HA!

"Zexion, wake up!" Luxord tried to sit up but the little one held onto his waist and—whined. So Luxord smiled at the small surrender of dignity and respected it by laying back down. "What did you say?"

"I feel the same dumb ass."

"Would you quit it with the dumb ass? And did you read my mind?"

Zexion groaned again and turned his head so he could bite into Luxord's side.

"Oww!"

Zexion chuckled. It would be harder to fall asleep now, his well being be damned, so he might as well let his annoyance be shared.

"First you invade my mind and make me play the 'I feel the same' game, then you tell me you return my affection, and you bite me!"

Zexion picked his body up and slowly crawled closer toward Luxord do he could kiss him. "You'd have it no other way…dumb ass," and he layed back down with a sigh.

True, thought Luxord. But still, you said you wouldn't read my mind.

No answer.

He spoke aloud, "Zexion?"

He grunted in response.

"I thought you said you wouldn't read my mind."

I didn't, the voice said. You're reading mine.

"What?!"

Relax. It's cause I let you in. I don't feel like talking so I push my thoughts toward you, in a manner. I won't ever read your thoughts without your permission.

So Luxord thought, Zexion?

No answer.

He spoke. "Zexion?"

Yes?

Thank you.

Your welcome…dumb ass.

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