Tales of Insomnia

Me: Come on people review!
Mims: You love your reviews don't you?
Me: You’ve seen my happy dance when I get reviews.
Mims: Yeah, so has the Caribou staff, people in the engineering library, and most of your floor at your dorm. You’re really good at making people think you’re a freak.
Me: Don’t be mean. So, this story is also up on my fanfiction.net account. I got a request for a Zemyx chapter and that’s all it takes for you to get what you want. If you want a pairing just ask, I can nearly guarantee that I’ll do it. The pairing doesn’t even have to be a yaoi couple. The only character I won’t do is Kairi, I really don’t like Kairi. Remember that characters are not limited to only one pairing. This chapter is Zexion and Demyx, but the next chapter could be Xigbar and Demyx. It is completely up to the reviewer’s suggestions, and whatever whim I have at any given moment. Also as a quick note, I’m not completely sure what color Zexion’s eyes are so don’t kill me if I got it wrong. I’m going off of fanart that I downloaded off the internet and you should know I’m partially color blind, so what I see may be way wrong from reality.
Disclaimer: Give me a break, I don’t own this, I really want to though.
Warning: yaoi, lemon, and extreme hyperness ahead.
Pairing: Zexion x Demyx
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Lifes.Lover from fanfiction.net because she was the one who requested some Zemyx. I hope that my take on the pair is to your liking.

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It was perhaps three in the morning, the perfect time in Zexion’s mind. No one was around to disturb him, so he was able to get his work finished for once. He was currently curled up in a corner of the library, a thick, dusty book in his lap. Xemnas had given in to the constant prodding of the Cloaked Schemer and had furnished the dark room with comfy armchairs and over stuffed couches that would be all too easy to fall asleep in. Zexion was the only one who got to enjoy the library’s new furnishings; no one else cared to venture into the maze of tall bookshelves. And that suited the lilac haired teen just fine.
Flipping the page of his tome, Zexion caught the faint sound of the door opening and closing. With a sigh, the emo scholar raised his head and took a deep breath through his nose. He was somewhat surprised when no scent came to him; not that you would be able to tell from his face, he never betrayed his inner thoughts to the world. Axel must have gotten a hold of one of Vexen’s potions again. He’s probably come in here looking for me to fix it, or to bug me. Though with Axel both options are really just the same thing. I’ll just send him off to bug Roxas. Closing his book, Zexion strained to pick up the sound of the other nobody making his way towards him.
“ZEXY!” came a shrill cry. A blond blur launched itself at the lilac haired teen, knocking him out of his chair.
“Gah!” Zexion yelped. With a thud he hit the floor in a tangle of limbs, grimacing from both the pain and from his own lack of poise. “Get off of me Demyx.” Zexion tried to regain some of his usual grace.
With a giggle the musician wrapped his arms around the fuming teen, nuzzling his nose into the bluenette’s neck. “Hey Zexy,” Demyx giggled, “You know what Axel and I did?”
“No.” Zexion began to try to disentangle himself but found that the larger nobody had a vice grip on him.
“We had a contest to see who could eat the most pixie stix,” Demyx just couldn’t stop giggling now that he had caught his prey, “And I won!”
“Demyx,” Zexion said slowly, “How many pixie stix did you eat?”
“Forty eight and a half.”
“And a half?”
“It would have been forty nine, but Axel yelled that I was cheating and knocked the last one out of my hand.” Demyx pouted into Zexion’s neck, “He’s such a bad loser, he only ate thirty before Roxas told him to stop. He’ll do anything that Roxas tells him to. Hey Zexy, Zexy, Zexy!”
“Yes Demyx.” Zexion had resigned himself to being captured. Despite his sour tone, the Schemer was actually rather enjoying the feeling of having Demyx wrapped around him.
“Would you do anything that I told you to?”
“No Demyx,” Zexion scoffed, “I would not do anything that you told me to.”
“Really?” Demyx smirked, “Because I think that you would.”
“Demyx, where do you get off? I would nah,” Zexion was cut off when Demyx’s tongue ran from the base of his neck to his ear. The emo teenager couldn’t suppress a shiver when the musician began to suckle on his earlobe.
Sensing Zexion’s instantaneous distraction, Demyx let his hands begin to wander over the smaller nobody’s frame. As soon as Demyx’s grip loosened, Zexion turned towards the mullet haired blond and brought there lips together. Demyx’s hands found their way to the lilac hair that covered half of the Schemer’s face. Lightly, he began to run his fingers through it, delighting in the shiver that he received. Zexion would never admit that he liked it, Demyx knew that full well, but there was something so much more satisfying than words could ever be in the way that he pressed his body against Demyx’s at the touch. It was always that way to Demyx, he always wanted to get a reaction out of the quietest member of the Organization, and when he did it sent little tingles through out his entire body.
For Zexion it was completely different. He loved how Demyx showed the world every thought that flitted through his head, but that wasn’t what made him notice the blond. It was the way that his emotions seemed to be real, not forced like with the other members of the Organization. It was almost like he wasn’t a nobody, like there had been some kind of mistake and Demyx really did have a heart. That was why he let Number Nine do this to him, let himself show the blond what was going on in his head. It was all because Demyx’s seemingly genuine emotions instilled an echo within the Schemer and made him feel. He knew it was only a memory of emotion, knew that none of it was real, but he didn’t care. That’s what Demyx did to him, made him throw logic to the wind and never look back.
Realizing that Demyx was still half on top of him, Zexion pushed up, flipping the pair over. Now comfortably straddling the blond, Zexion felt himself smirking. Taking his mouth away from Demyx’s, the Schemer listened to the musician’s heavy panting as he began to nip his way down Demyx’s neck. He was careful not to leave any marks on the blonde’s throat; it would be a shame to mar such a beautiful thing, even if it was to declare who the blond belonged to. Skillfully, he unzipped Demyx’s long black coat and pushed it off the strong, well muscled shoulders of the man below him. He always thought of Demyx as a man and himself a teenager, it just seemed fitting given how tall Demyx was, even if he did act like a child at times. With considerably less skill, Demyx yanked Zexion’s coat away, making him grunt slightly at the force the musician used.
Thanking Kingdom Hearts that neither of them wore shirts under their coats, Demyx pulled Zexion down so their chests rubbed against each other. Reveling in the sensation of bare skin against skin, Demyx let his head fall back so Zexion could get better access to the sensitive flesh. His breathing was becoming even more erratic, Zexion just seemed to know exactly where to lay his little nips. Letting a deep moan erupt from his throat, Demyx ran his hands down the Schemer’s back, digging his nails in and leaving little red lines in their wake. Thrusting his hips up he barely caught how Zexion’s breath seemed to hitch at the contact. Demyx let himself smirk knowingly; well, it wasn’t so much a smirk as a goofy lopsided grin, but the intention was the same.
The blond began to fumble with the lilac haired teen’s belt, desperately trying to remove the barrier that kept him from feeling even more of Zexion against himself. With a slight smile, Zexion lowered one of his hands and undid the button on Demyx’s jeans and slid them slowly away. The instant that Demyx lay beneath him in only his boxers, Zexion turned his attention to his own pants predicament. Demyx still hadn’t gotten rid of his belt, he had been too distracted by the sensation of Zexion stripping him. Laying well timed kisses along Demyx’s jaw line, Zexion quickly undid his own belt and allowed the blond to rip away his jeans.
The feeling of Zexion’s legs against his own drove Demyx over the edge. Not waiting for any cues from his partner, the blond hooked a finger under the waistline of Zexion’s boxers and pulled them away. As soon as he had tossed the Schemer’s boxers to the side, Demyx flipped them over once again. Capturing the startled teen’s lips once more, Demyx wiggled his way out of his own boxers. Straddling Zexion’s hips, Demyx pulled the lilac haired teen up into a sitting position and began to play with his hair again. The moment he felt that Zexion was properly distracted, the musician ground his hips down into the Schemer’s lap.
Letting out a deep moan, Zexion let his head fall back for Demyx to attack. Distantly he was aware that his hands were roaming over Demyx’s body, taking in every inch of the other that they could reach. The musician continued to grind himself into Zexion’s erection, making him pant and shudder beneath the continued friction. He would never let his guard down like this with any of the other Organization members, never lose sense of his surroundings enough that he was caught so off balance by what the musician did next.
Demyx raised himself off Zexion’s lap and took a hold of his weeping member. Gently, Demyx lowered himself back down. Panting heavily, he felt Zexion’s cock press against his entrance. With a quick glance at the lilac haired teen’s face, he continued to lower himself down, impaling himself upon the other. The pain was brutal; Demyx was really beginning to regret not bringing lube with him to the library. The look on Zexion’s face drove him on, made him push past his own personal comfort and take more of the Schemer’s length into his body.
Zexion was so guarded around others; he never let even the flicker of an emotion cross his face. Yet at that moment the teen was an open book. You could read everything that was going on in his head, lust, pleasure, happiness, and something else swirled across his face. Even with his eyes clenched shut, his every feeling was betrayed to Demyx. The musician almost lost his balance when icy blue eyes snapped open, boring into his own. They seemed to burn into him, see into the depths of his soul and know everything that made him Demyx. He did lose his balance when Zexion wrapped his hand around his own erection and began to pump slowly.
Demyx fell fully into Zexion’s lap, completely impaling himself on Zexion’s engorged member. The blond shuddered and clung to Zexion’s shoulders, breathing through clenched teeth. Zexion had to suppress the instinct to slam into Demyx’s tight heat, forcing himself to give the blond time to recover. He knew that had to have been painful, Demyx hadn’t used any form of lubricant before sitting himself upon Zexion. In order to help the blond forget the pain of the rather forceful entrance, Zexion began to pump his member more forcefully. Gradually, Demyx stopped breathing through his teeth, switching to open mouthed gasps riddled with throaty moans. After what seemed like forever to Zexion, Demyx began to ease himself up and down the lilac haired nobody’s shaft.
Demyx decided it had definitely been worth the pain in order to see Zexion’s face. The Schemer had kept his eyes open as Demyx worked himself along his shaft. They burned into the musician; filled with so many emotions that Demyx could hardly make out what any of them were. In fact had it not been for the initial pain, Demyx was fairly certain he would not have lasted this long, watching Zexion’s emotions was more than enough to throw him into oblivion. As it was, Demyx couldn’t withstand the intensity of Zexion’s gaze for very long, and when he came down so that Zexion hit his prostate with unbelievable force; he lost any sense of self control. White stars clouded his vision as he cried out spilling himself over both their stomachs.
The instant Demyx came, Zexion let go of himself. He had lasted pretty long considering the circumstances and when the blond clenched down along his length, Zexion couldn’t hold on any longer. Moaning out Demyx’s name, Zexion thrust his hips up into the spasming tightness once again. The pair rode out their orgasms, clinging desperately to one another and panting heavily. Blinking, Zexion realized that they had somehow ended up lying on the floor. Reaching over Demyx’s shoulder, the lilac haired teen grabbed the musician’s coat and draped it over their forms. Taking the blond into his arms once again, the Schemer smiled when he felt the musician nuzzle into his neck. For once he was glad to have been disturbed in the dark recesses of the library; he didn’t care in the least that his sanctuary was no longer solitary.

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Me: So what did everyone think? I didn’t go so much with the visuals in this chapter as I was trying to better develop the character relationship, even though I may never use this pairing again. That is totally up to the readers though, if you want more Zemyx then all you have to do is tell me and you will get more Zemyx.
Mims: Didn’t take you too long to write though.
Me: Nah, only an hour or so. But I had the idea really early this morning so I developed it in my head for several hours. Now, this is not my main story, so I’m not spending an excessive amount of time on it. In other words, I’m not actively thinking about the next chapter. If you want a new chapter then it would be much appreciated if you suggested a pairing or situation. I promise to try and work your suggestion into the series. So review for gods sakes, you might not get anything if you don’t.