Author: Trilies
Genre: Romance
Word length: 426
Sypnosis: It's funny what kinks one realizes they have when confronted by short people who just got back from the opera. Zexion/Demyx
Yaoi/Yuri/Pairings: Zexion/Demyx
Notes: This was inspired by a Xigbar/Zexion pick, actually, but I haven't written this pairing for ages, and it was one of the things that really got me into fanfiction. Yay?
Velvet Touch
The curse and the blessing about Zexion is that in his life before, he was a 'psychologist' or something. They hadn't existed in Demyx's world of Jade Empire, but the basic gist of it is that they pick minds. Now, the curse is how he always seems to know just what you're thinking, which can be pretty annoying. Then again, that means (if he cares) he can make up with some one pretty quick. When he's really feeling up to it, he can even make a person realize things about themselves they never knew...
Although discovering Demyx's previously unknown glove fetish was probably an accident.
It could have made for a funny story, actually, if only Demyx could have wrangled the "Noodle Incident" (as he'd come to name unknown events) out of the Cloaked Schemer. Only a few mutters about a 'repossession' and a 'musical' had been given to explain the opera gloves when the two of them had coincidentally returned at the same time from their respective missions. He'd made some sort of dumb joke - s**t, he has to stop hanging around with Axel, the jerk is going to get him killed with his contagious habits. Anyway, then hadn't been the best time to get on Zexion's nerves; he normally had the polite patience of a saint, but in a bad mood, he'd taken a hold of Demyx's chin and coldly informed him that his superiors demanded respect. In the middle of that little speech, Demyx... might've made a noise. Or two. Of pleasure.
At the time, he (and Zexion) hadn't known if that had been from the gloves or from Demyx thinking short, polite people being roughly dominant was really pretty hot. All they'd known was Demyx had been dying of embarrassment, and Zexion had been far too smug for his won good as he'd walked away. Now, months later, they finally have the answer to that question: Demyx is turned on by both.
Sighing and wiggling on the bed, Demyx just shudders and squeezes his eyes shut in bliss as soft fingers trail up his abs. Zexion's just as soft voice is leaking into his ears like always; the other Nobody always talks during sex, leading to the belief that with the exception of Lexaeus, most scientists like to hear themselves talk. As if he can hear Demyx's teasing thoughts, Zexion's other set of fingers probe beneath his waistband, and Demyx arches with a pleasant gasp. "Dothatagain," he says in a rush of quiet breath, even as Zexion leans down to smile into his neck.
"With pleasure."
