So I was being kinda mean to the Zemyx fans. By writing Axel and Larxene fics. I know, a het pairing! The irony! But after I wrote What She Wants, I had inspiration and while I was writing that, I started this. It's only going to be three chapters, I've decided. Unless I spark on more inspiration, which needs to go to Whispered Melody's sequel...

Anyway...

First chapter, Game, is dedicated to Dualism because Dualism is made of awesome and was born on Zexion Giving Himself a Hand Day, and I feel bad for not being able to read chapter 17 of Surgeon General's Warning because my computer sucks Xaldin balls.

But here. Happy belated, Dualism!

Kiss and Tell

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Game

This was the worst sort of dare ever. Demyx could've only suspected it, coming from his troublesome redheaded friend, king of the rebels Axel Sasaki, but he didn't think it would've been so horrible. Axel was known for dishing out some horrible dares any time they played Spin-the-Bottle Truth or Dare, but he often went easy on those he liked.

This was bothersome.

Axel was playing on two fears for his dare: Demyx's shy nature when it came to romance, and his wish to move things slowly.

Axel had found out who his crush was--one of his neighbors who he rarely talked to--and then centered the dare around that. Demyx knew that the boy had a fairly strict routine. He walked down the same hallway after visiting his locker, took a fifteen minute trip to the library, and walked home. Demyx wasn't exactly a stalker, but he had been curious, and one day, he decided to observe; he was only wishing he hadn't told Axel about the set routine.

"Do I have to do this?" Demyx whined.

"Ssh!" A small brunet by the name of Sora waved a hand at him, pulling away from the corner. He had been keeping watch for the boy, waiting for Demyx's dare to turn the corner on the direct path between his locker and the library. "He's coming!"

Axel smirked and pushed Demyx forward. "Time to shine, buddy," he said with a grin. "Go get him!"

Demyx really didn't want to do this. He wasn't sure what sort of reaction he'd receive. He wasn't even sure his crush would like him back. They didn't interact! At all! Ever! Except that one conversation outside when Demyx found out he had a puppy, but that wasn't much of a conversation at all. He didn't know how he could go about this without receiving some sort of slap in the face.

But it was time...

Demyx could hear footsteps...

A small junior with slate gray hair parted over one eye began walking down the hallway. He held two books, one of which he was reading, the other tucked under one arm. He seemed, for the most part, oblivious to Demyx's creeping towards him, pausing only when Demyx's shoe scuffed the floor.

"Zexion!"

The boy looked up, staring at the senior in front of him. "You're... Demyx, correct?"

Demyx grinned and nodded. "Yep! And I have something to say to you."

This was beyond torture. Pretending he was excited and happy... far in his mind, he was happy, but under the surface, he was nervous and scared and starting to regret what he was about to do. So cruel...

Axel would pay sometime...

"What is it, Demyx?"

In a swift move, Demyx wrapped an arm around Zexion, his other arm supporting the smaller one's head as he tilted him back, placing their lips together.

The joy!

What a disaster!

Zexion seemed too stunned to react, letting Demyx kiss him for almost a minute before his book collapsed to the ground. The loud thud it made startled Demyx into moving away, helping Zexion to his feet.

"See you around, 'kay?"

And with that, Demyx ran far far away. He couldn't stay around there any longer, in case Zexion decided to kill him with one of the books.

u.u

That evening, Zexion passed by his front door after dinner. The sky was darkening, the sun already hidden behind the buildings, leaving a darkening hue of oranges and purples. He could see the small figure walk down the sidewalk, tightly holding onto a leash as he watched the small black dog on the other end bounce around happily. Zexion turned to look at his front door, then glanced back at the animal.

Demyx watched from the couch, hiding behind the curtains of the window as he observed the smaller boy. He was very nervous about a possible reaction, wondering if Zexion would make his cute little puppy use their lawn as a fire hydrant or tree or if he'd throw a rock at the window.

Zexion didn't move much, only stared at the house with mild curiosity. He shifted to look at the name on the mailbox, then stopped to pet his puppy. Soon, he picked the animal up and held the dog close, and began walking...

Towards the house...

Demyx hid more, hoping Zexion couldn't see him through the window. It didn't look like the boy could, for he didn't even glance in that direction. Instead... Zexion rang the doorbell.

A few seconds of trying to pretend that he wasn't there had Demyx sighing and calling himself ridiculous. It had only been one kiss, and Zexion did deserve an answer as to why he was kissed. Axel hadn't declared that he could never explain the dare, anyway, so Demyx figured he was in the clear.

He jumped up and opened the door. "Hey, Zexion," he greeted, a bit nervous. "What brings you here?"

Zexion blinked and stared at him for a few seconds. And Demyx was sure that as each second passed, Zexion's face grew a brighter shade of red.

The boy was blushing, and all Demyx had done was open the door.

The blond scolded himself for making everything so tense in only a few seconds.

"Um, Demyx..."

"You want to know why, don't you?" Demyx asked quickly. "Why I kissed you, right? If it made you uncomfortable, I'm really sorry, but see, one of my friends found out some stuff and we were playing this game upstairs and he knew that I knew when you went to the library so he kinda made me and I'm real sorry if I bugged you or anything--I hope I didn't hurt your book, I know you dropped it--but if it--"

"Demyx."

The senior hushed and blinked. "Y-yes?"

Zexion stared at him for a second, then spoke coolly, "My parents wish to meet you. Can you come over for dinner tomorrow?"

That was startling.

He had only kissed the boy, and his parents wanted to meet him. Like they had been going steady for months and were planning on getting engaged, or something. Demyx didn't understand it.

But he did kiss him... he figured he owed it to the boy. So he nodded and agreed. "What time do you want me over?"

"Promptly six-thirty," Zexion replied. "You can talk to my father until dinner, it'll break tension."

Breaking tension was good. Demyx nodded and smiled, and considered giving Zexion a hug but found it awkward. The little dog in Zexion's arms sniffed at him and barked cutely, then began to lick Zexion's hand to death. By then, Zexion set the dog down, bid him well, and headed out.

Awkward...

o.o

So much for breaking tension. Zexion's father had cornered him the moment he sat down on the couch. He began asking questions: what motives did Demyx have, how far did he plan on going, was Zexion okay with this, length of relationship, old sexual partners--sexual partners?!--and girlfriends, if he was okay with Zexion being around, priorities with schoolwork...

Dinner started half an hour late because Zexion's father refused to let any of them eat until he was satisfied with the boy.

Demyx figured he earned brownie points when he mentioned being in choir and captain of the swim team. They were able to start dinner calmly, and Zexion whispered for Demyx to try a bit of everything, as to not offend Zexion's mother, who had been cooking with Zexion all afternoon--truth be told, the woman had minimal cooking skills, but Zexion had talent enough for both of them.

"Wow, this is good," Demyx complimented after he tasted the seasoned rice.

Zexion's mother smiled proudly. "Thank you," she spoke. "It took a while to perfect it."

Zexion almost coughed, but silenced himself as he shoved his fork into his mouth. Zexion's mother shifted in her chair and Zexion moved in his and grunted, leaning forward. Demyx figured he had just been kicked.

Wait. His mother kicked him under the table? Like a sibling?

Zexion's father cleared his throat and they began to calmly eat again. "So, Demyx... what attracted you to Zexion in the first place?"

Both boys almost dropped their forks. Demyx sent an uneasy look to Zexion, who blinked and stared at his father. No help... Demyx would have to just come up with something...

Well, he did like him. Many things had attracted him. Zexion just... drew his attention.

"Well... it's kind of hard to say, sir," Demyx began. "It wasn't anything in specific. He just... pulled me to him."

"Surely, Demyx, there's something about him."

"Well..." Did Demyx dare reveal something he had only exposed in the fuzzy blue notebook he called a diary? He didn't lie to himself--he wrote in a diary--but... could he actually expose it? Yes.

If it would get his father off his back, then yes.

"I like his smile... it's rare, but it's very cute."

Zexion's mother made an audible "aww", fangirl-esque in nature. Her husband ignored her noise, and her look of heartfelt warmth, and quirked an eyebrow.

"You've seen him smile? I don't see him smile, and I'm his father."

Zexion was busy trying to avoid all eye contact by staring down his steak.

Demyx just had to look at him. He knew Zexion wasn't much of a people person, but sometimes he smiled. A funny part in his book usually, and they were always small and very secretive, but Demyx could always spot them. He was a bit surprised that his shy nature continued to his house, where people were often most at ease.

"Oh..."

"Well, I'm glad to know it exists! Right, hun?" his father boomed joyously, looking at his wife.

She looked so very touched. "That's so cute! And only his boyfriend would know!"

Demyx and Zexion flushed even shades of red. Demyx could only assume Zexion had said something about them being a couple, although, judging by the look on Zexion's face, he was guessing his mother came to the conclusion on her own. Zexion shoved another forkful of rice into his mouth and kept silent.

The rest of dinner remained awkward, with his mother asking questions on how many times they had kissed--and how many people Demyx had kissed in the past--and warned them not to go far. Zexion's father brought up the topic of castration, and his wife hushed him, but by that point, both boys lost their apetite and pushed their plates back in an identical manner.

"I'm finished," Zexion's timid voice finally spoke. His first words all dinner.

"Me as well," Demyx said with a slight nod.

His mother seemed unfazed. "Shall we move to dessert, then, or are you both too full for cake?"

Demyx shook his head. "I think I can handle some cake, ma'am..." he said with a slight smile. He didn't mind the dessert.

"And you, Zexy-sweetheart?"

Zexion blushed slightly, but made a slight nod, not lifting his eyes. His fingers played with the edge of the tablecloth and he distracted himself by looking at it. His mother took his shy answer as a yes, and with a giggle, she left to retrieve the cake. After returning with plates for the two, she called her husband away for a few minutes.

Zexion took that time to look up at Demyx and softly whisper, "They're watching; do something romantic."

Demyx blinked, and behind a forkful of cake, he asked, "Like what?"

Zexion glanced up, to the side, then at Demyx's cake. Carefully, he leaned forward and ate from Demyx's fork. His mother made a muffled squeak, alerting both boys that she was, indeed, watching. Demyx understood...

Zexion had set them up as a secretive couple. So they didn't have to act too romantic in public, only if someone was spying on them having a 'private moment'.

That was actually somewhat relaxing. Demyx reached a hand over and scooped a bit of frosting from Zexion's cake, eating it gently from his finger. Zexion took a bit of frosting, but instead of eating it, he touched Demyx's nose and smiled.

Small, very faint, but there.

H was actually smiling.

"Aww, he does smile!" his mother whispered.

Both boys paused. Demyx blinked and turned to the doorway, where his mother snapped a picture. She smiled at them.

"Sorry... I couldn't resist. You're his first boyfriend."

"I... I am?"

She nodded. "That was why we were so eager to meet you."

Zexion looked down and slowly began eating his own cake again, and Demyx carefully wiped the frosting from his nose. They silenced completely and finished their cake. Afterward, Zexion alerted his parents of the time, and, allowing his mother to take one picture of them hugging, Demyx was allowed to go home.

The moment the blond made it home, he wanted to shoot himself.

Talk about AWKWARD.

T.T

Dear Diary...

Zexion's one scary individual. I think he knows it was a dare, and I think he was planning revenge.

Why's he being so cute about it, though?

.t b c.

:Darkness Princess.