Idiocy

Chapter One

Idiocy was not a redeeming quality. But everyone was a little bit of an Idiot.

Yeah, right. That was too true.

He marched along the dimly lit corridors, not that it needed to be lit - the white walls where almost blinding. He couldn't recall whose choice it was to have them so… bright, but it was giving him a headache just staring at them. They were so clean and pure; it hurt his eyes to stare.

Plus, he was in a foul mood. A really foul mood. Vexen had made a large boo-boo in his laboratory just as he happening to walk by. He remembered being in a fairly good mood, reading a book and -bam!- right in the face. He wasn't sure what kind of disgusting gooey material was soaking him at the moment, but he was sure as hell from the foul smell it was radiating that it wasn't anything remotely pleasant.

Then, to top it off, he was rudely mocked by Xigbar at how ridiculous he looked, which he responded by flipping him off. He would have hurt him, but he couldn't really be bothered dealing with all the hassle of harassing a superior member right now. He'd have to get him later when he least expected it.

Imbecile. I'll show him who looks like they'd had a pole shoved up their-

Right now he was steadily making his way to his room to clean of the remnants of… whatever it was covering him from head to toe. He hated to even think about what he looked like at that moment in time. And the worst thing was, whatever that was on him was prohibiting him from summoning up a portal to his room - that had better not be permanent for Vexen's sake - so he was pretty sure that there were more taunts to come. He just hoped he didn't come across Axel or - heaven forbid - Demyx.

That would be too much, especially considering he and Demyx were quite close. He would constantly bring it up and he'd never hear the end up it. If that did happen, however, the mastermind had more than one way of shutting the blonde up.

He grinned in spite of himself as the unforgivable images of Demyx squirming (mostly underneath him) filed through his head. Ah, the bliss.

"Nice hair, Zex," the snaky, unmistakable voice of Axel drawled as he walked passed him. He was stood, leaning against the wall, arms folded against his chest - and looking quite pissed at something.

Zexion snarled, freezing in his tracks. Of course the person he wanted to avoid at that moment just had to see him.

"Seriously, bud, I mean it," the fiery-haired male continued, smirking. "The singed blackness really brings out your eyes."

"Another word, Axel, and you won't be able to sit for a week."

Axel seemed amused. "Man, that's the second time I've been told that today!"

Zexion rose a perfectly arched brow sceptically. Then he noticed door next to Axel had the number VIII inscribed - Roxas' room. Everything seemed to click together in his mind. He grinned. "Did you touch him in places you shouldn't again?"

Green eyes suddenly narrowed at him. "I'm not like you."

His amusement only grew. "Then what? He give you the boot so you're stood there? Nowhere else to go?"

Axel scratched the back of his neck warily and sighed. "I'm trying to earn his forgiveness."

"By?"

"By annoying him to hell until he opens the damned door and lets me in!" His voice rose at the last part of the sentence, eyes flitting to the wooden barrier between him and his object of infatuation.

Zexion smiled approvingly. "And what was the crime?"

Axel winced inwardly and Zexion could see he was slightly annoyed with himself. Scratch that - he was extremely pissed. "I forgot his birthday was tomorrow."

"You suck," Zexion told him carelessly. Nothing wrong with the truth; it was a well-known fact that Axel was an ignoramus.

Axel arched a brow. "You knew?"

He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. "I wouldn't be a scientific genius if I forgot things so easily."

"Yeah, you really look like a genius, too. Got the whole electrocuted look going for you," he commented, laughing. "Nice touch."

Zexion gritted his teeth, then after regaining some composure, smiled pleasantly. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your short life. I'll soon take Roxas' mind off your death quite easily."

He turned around to continue his way across the hall towards his room, but not before drinking in, with pleasure, the look of pure horror stretched across Axel's face when he left. It was priceless.

He wasted little time before hopping in the shower and scrubbing all that disgusting gooey stuff out of his hair - which was just as Axel had described; black, singed and oddly stuck up. It felt hard, too. Zexion had almost screamed with horror when he saw himself in the mirror and it wasn't often the he had the urge to do that.

He was a tough man, well he acted like one anyways. Only Demyx knew his true nature, but that was because he was too stubborn to go away and leave him alone in the first place. Not that Zexion could deny that he didn't like that fact. Demyx was good company, both inside and outside the bedroom, albeit a little annoying when he wanted to be. That was almost always.

Good job he was cute.

He turned the shower off nosily and wrapped a towel around his waist, perhaps a little too loose, but oh well. Rubbing the steam off the long-stretching mirror, he examined his wet reflection. Steamy grey eyes, pale skin, a toned body and - to his relief - normal flat grey hair. Zexion stepped closer to the mirror for a closer inspection, after all, he didn't know whether there'd be any side-effects of the… whatever it was. No green skin. No lumps. No extra limbs. He was satisfied.

Now that he had removed all traces of… whatever it was. He tested his ability to open a portal. To his relief, it worked. Vexen would live to see another uneventful day.

I bet he'd be pleased to know that.

Ambling into his room, he shuddered slightly as it was a little cooler than the steamy bathroom. It was dark, too, except for the light from the bathroom leaking into his room. It took a few second for him to adjust.

Zexion walked further into the room, drying his hair on another towel. It usually didn't take long to dry even though it was quite long. He brushed it out of his eyes and slung the towel over his shoulders. He was about to remove the towel around his waist when he noticed something odd; it was stifled giggles. His eyes narrowed against the darkness. Then he noticed the figure sat on the bottom of his bed.

"Shit, Demyx!" Zexion cursed, hurling his hair towel at him.

The sandy-haired blonde laughed whole-heartedly, catching the cloth with ease. "I was going to jump out at you, but then I wouldn't want you to loose your towel"- he pointed to said object -"which is already slipping."

Zexion was glad it was dark, otherwise Demyx would have seen the blush darkening his cheeks as he consciously held his robe in place. Damn Demyx and his ability to make him so… conscientious.

His eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

Demyx grinned, he could see the gleaming white pearls despite the dimness. "Axel said you changed your hair. Apparently not."

Ignoring the disappointed tone, Zexion brushed by him to switch on a light, annoyed. "You shouldn't trust everything that pyromaniac says. He's an idiot."

Demyx looked at his hands, mostly whilst Zexion pulled on his boxers. "I don't think he is."

"You don't think anyone is. You're so stupid sometimes, you know that. Someone tells you to stab yourself in the eye and you'd do it!"

Looking hurt, Demyx glared up at him. But it really wasn't his style at all; Zexion had to stifle his laughter because he looked like an oversized kitten that'd lost its playmate.

"I'm not stupid," he argued, "you're just too judgemental. Not everyone can be clever like you."

Zex sighed, sitting on the bed next to his companion. "I didn't mean that, okay? But I'm not taking back the part about Axel. I have proof that he is an idiot. He forgot Roxas' birthday was tomorrow."

The blonde didn't look surprised. "Just like you forgot our anniversary. I remember these things, you know."

Forgot? No, I just hoped that we wouldn't have to celebrate it. I have an image to protect, you know. However, what he said and what he thought were two very different things.

Zex slung an arm around Demyx's dainty shoulders - he really was like a woman. The blonde grunted at the contact, but otherwise accepted it. "I know and I apologised, right? Did I forget this year? No-"

"So calling Axel an idiot would be hypocritical, don't you think?" Although Zexion couldn't see Demyx's face he could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

Zexion grimaced; he had him there. True both he and Axel had forgotten important things, but birthdays and anniversaries were two different things. Anniversaries didn't have to be celebrated and Zexion didn't want it to. He hated mushy things whilst Demyx loved them. In fact, Demyx was the king of all things mushy and cute. He even seemed to get hearts in his actual eyes when he saw something he liked.

That was why it was he, Zexion, that wore the pants in their relationship.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Zexion asked bitterly.

Demyx turned to stare at him, thoughtfully at first and then he grinned. "I have an idea."

Zexion shook his head and stood up. "We are not getting involved, Dem! No!"

The blonde pouted, fluttering his ridiculously long lashes at him. "Please!"

He said it again in the same, sugary sweet tone. And again. And again. Until Zexion could no longer bare looking at him without falling to his knees; Demyx looked really upset and sad… and so unbelievably cute with those big blue puppy dog eyes.

"Dem!" Zexion growled, closing his eyes.

"Zex, pretty please!" His voice sounded close now and he could feel his breath tickling his face. "For me?"

Opening his slate eyes, Demyx was stood right in front of him. He was a little shorter than him so he was staring up into his eyes, pleadingly. They were two large saucers of blue, delving into his soul.

Damn. He had him good.

"Okay," Zexion choked out. "I'll do it."

Demyx's face lit up and he threw his arms around the taller mans neck, with so much force they almost collapsed. Zexion wobbled a bit, but was soon content to snake his arms around Demyx's slim waist. Demyx kept saying 'thank you!' over and over, wriggling energetically in his arms and kissing his cheek.

Zexion rolled his eyes, but was smiling. "On one condition."

Demyx froze, leaning back into the hold only so much so that he was looking into his eyes again. He had a sceptical expression on his face (Zexion almost collapsed from a heart attack at his cuteness). "What?"

Suddenly mischievous, he smirked, tightening his hold. He looked pointedly at the empty bed back to Demyx's now furiously red face. He chuckled. "You owe me."

Demyx pushed Zexion at arms length. "No. No! NO!"

Zexion laughed even harder at his shyness, gripping hold of his wrists. "Come on, Dem."

Demyx looked away. "A-after we get them back together!"

He froze, arching a brow at the blonde. "What? You don't trust me?" He leant towards Demyx's ear and whispered. "Or are you scared?"

Squirming a little, Dem twisted his head away with obvious embarrassment. That was another reason why he was not the dominant one in their relationship.

"I'm not scared, it's just… I-"

Pleased with himself, Zexion laughed. "You what?"

"I just want to get them back together first," Demyx said, still not looking. "They're our friends."

Looking at his distraught boyfriends face Zex could tell that this could be fun. He loved tormenting him, as cruel as it was. But this was Demyx looked so cute when he was stuttering and squirming. It was probably that Zexion was really mentally corrupt, but as long as he never noticed it, he was fine with it. It was so easily done that it had become a daily thing for him to do.

Putting on the most hurt voice he could muster, he said, "And their happiness comes before mine, does it?"

Looking up, startled by his stung tone, Demyx shook his head. "Zex, I didn't mean… not like that… I…"

Zexion released him, shoving past him towards the direction of his bed. He suspected - or rather hoped - that from the back he probably had slumped shoulders and looked quite sad and depressed, but if Demyx could only see the smirk on his face.

Expectedly Demyx followed after him, wrapping his arms around his stomach and pressing his head into his back. "I'm sorry, Zex. I didn't mean it."

"You did."

"You come before anything and you know it!"

Grinning to himself, he sat on the bed, pulling Demyx onto his lap, wearing a sorrowful expression.

"I'm sorry," Demyx said softly.

Zexion nodded numbly, but inside his head he was cheering. "I know. It's just you never really seem to want to be with me. Tell me if you don't."

Demyx hugged him close, resting his head against his chest. "Of course I do, you idiot. How can you say that."

Okay, he had Demyx cornered. Now it was time to unleash the beast.

"Then prove it," he said, sounding suddenly heartened.

His boyfriend's eyes widened with surprise as he tilted his head to look at him. Zexion knew then he had him right where he wanted him and it was just a matter of seconds.

"What?"

"You heard me; prove it." He could barely stop the grin curving on his lips.

"P-prove that I want to be with you?" His voice had taken a surprisingly high pitch now.

Zexion nodded slowly; Demyx was quite slow.

"H-how?"

It took all his strength not to laugh at the terrified and confused expression on Demyx's face at that moment; he was too cute. Then, he rolled over so that he was on top of Demyx, legs wedged either side of him. By Demyx's horrified expression, it was clear her understood where it was heading now.

"Well?" he probed, grinning now.

Demyx spluttered beneath him. "Y-you can't just d-do that, Zex! You caught me totally off-guard."

"I know," he admitted, leaning closer. "Good, isn't it."

Demyx frowned up at him. "No. Let go now. You have to help me with Axel and Roxas first."

Zexion rolled his eyes - for the love of -

Demyx was trying to push him off, which was really funny to see, considering that he had a lot more muscle than Demyx, who was like a lollipop in comparison. He just smirked at him, then gripped his hands and pinned them above his head with unsurprising ease.

"You're going nowhere!"

Dem looked up with angry eyes. "You're getting nothing, you rapist!"

Zex didn't quite know what to make of that comment at first, then he laughed. "I haven't even touched you… yet."

His supposed lover wasn't pleased with his behaviour at all. But there was nothing that he could do really except squirm and Demyx knew it all too well. So he just stopped altogether, sighing.

"Oh, come on, Zex. I ask for one little thing-"

His eyes widened. "Little?" he repeated incredulously. "You want me to help that arrogant ass and you call that little?"

It was the blondes turn to roll his eyes. "It's not hard. Axel is a nice guy - you just don't like him because everyone else does. And you don't even know what I want you to do. I haven't even told you my plan yet."

"I bet it involves me doing most of the work, though, right?"

"Obviously, otherwise why am I in this position?" Demyx intended to snap, but it was just like a cat trying to be a lion. Cute.

"Maybe because you want to be" - Demyx sent him an 'are you crazy' look -"or not. Fine, how about half now and half later."

"This isn't a compromise," Demyx argued, snatching back his hands now that Zexion was mildly distracted.

Zexion smirked. "It is now."

Seeing no other alternative, the blonde rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Zexion laughed in response, but he knew this was all just an act. Demyx was just too shy and too cute for his own good, especially around men like him. He leaned closer to his face, still grinning at him. Then - to his annoyance - Demyx held his hand on his chest.

"Wait, wait, wait!" he said numerously.

"What now, Demyx?" Zexion said with frustration, hardly concealing the sigh the followed.

"You're playing with me again, aren't you?" the blonde accused, but he was grinning.

Zexion looked down, surprised. And then he laughed again leaning to close the distance between their lips.

"You're so cunning," Demyx said.

I know, I know. It's my nature.

Just as he was about to kiss him, Demyx but a hand over his mouth, earning a glare. Demyx seemed pleased at this as he smirked - Zex noted that it was a good look on him, but that was beside the point.

"But unfortunately if you want me to remain oblivious to your taunts then" - his voice lowered- "you know what you have to do." With that Demyx unlatched his body from his and rolled him over so that he was now on top, towering over him, still smirking.

"So what's it going to be?"

Normally, he would have been pleased that Demyx was straddling him, but now he was just annoyed beyond belief. That was twice he had stopped him from getting what he wanted.

Zexion groaned, falling back onto his back onto the bed, mentally exhausted. Demyx had managed somehow to see through his otherwise flawless plan and now he was left feeling extremely irritated and cold. The object of his irritation however, was not Demyx. Even though by all rights, he was the one that had rejected him.

But it wasn't. The person he was picturing torturing to death in his mind had a rather large fiery red mane of hair. And there was only one member of the organisation with red hair and an annoying knack for messing up other peoples sex lives without actually having to be there!

Damn that stupid Axel. He was going to pay… after he got him and Roxas back together, that is.

Stupid. Idiot.

Hey guys :)

This is my first attempt at Demyx/Zexion. There's no AkuRoku yet but in the next chapter I can promise you they'll both be there!
I just hate giving too much away in first chappies! Hopefully you like it. All reviews welcome! Please don't be too brutal though!! ^_^

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