Madness

“That corner’s too high,” a voice offhandedly comments, a hand landing on the other’s arm. The taller of the two guides the poster down the wall a few millimeters before sliding up the rest of the shorter one’s arm and sticking the tape to the wall. The hand retreats and two arms wrap around the shorter male’s waist. 1

“Thanks, Dem,” the short one replies, leaning back into the his boyfriend’s grip. A grin crosses the shorter one’s face as he turns in the other’s arms to face the blonde. Cerulean eyes lock onto light gray.2

“Not a problem, Mr. OCD,” the blonde replies, twirling the hem of the slate haired boy’s shirt.3

“I’m over that problem,” the smaller one retorts, a contradictory soft smile on his pale face.4

“Mhmm, sure, Zex,” the blonde counters, planting a small his on his lover’s forehead. A blush crosses Zexion’s face and he buries his head into Demyx’s chest. He mumbles something inaudible into the other’s sweatshirt. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” the blonde teases. His hand trails up the shorter man’s spine, sending a shiver through the latter. The younger one raises his head from his boyfriend’s chest, a pink tint on his cheeks and a half-hearted glare in his eyes.5

“I said ‘shut up, you poo face.’” Zexion replies, indignantly. Demyx sticks his tongue between his teeth in a grin. He lets out a small gasp as a pair of lips suddenly cover his own, a foreign muscle pushing his own tongue back into his mouth. Demyx’s face grows hot and he can feel the shorter on grin. Arms slid up his chest and wrap securely around his neck. Small hands tangle in his hair, forcing his face closer, if at all possible. Demyx’s eyes slip closed and he tightens his grip on the other. A contented sigh escapes Zexion’s lips. They breathe into the kiss, unwilling to separate for air. 6

“Hey, Zex, where – WHOA! Okay, okay, could you two stop sucking face for two seconds?” A voice exclaims from the doorway of Demyx and Zexion’s bedroom. The four of them – Demyx, Zexion, Axel, and Roxas – have decided to split the rent of a two-bedroom apartment in downtown Hollow Bastian. 7

The short slate-haired man rolls his eyes, huffs rather loudly, and glares at the intruder, leaving Demyx wide eyed and dazed.8

“What do you want, Roxas?” Zexion growls, his only visible eye twitching.9

“Sorry, sorry, sheesh, where’s that box of DVDs you brought?” He asks quickly, running a hand through his explosion of blonde hair.10

“In the living room, under the TV cabinet,” Zexion replies hastily. “Now, leave, and close the door behind you,” he finishes, sending Roxas another glare. The door clicks shut and Zexion turns back to Demyx, his eyes glowing with an unnamed emotion. Suddenly, Demyx can’t take it anymore. He picks Zexion up and tosses him on their bed. The shorter one pulls the other’s shirt collar and yanks him on to the bed, also. Zexion straddles Demyx’s hips and grins, pinning the latter's arms above his head.11

“Don’t wanna wait ‘til tonight to break in this bed, do we?” Demyx grins, his voice throaty and thick with lust.12

“You mean until we break this bed,” Zexion amends, an impish grin growing on his face as he raises his eyebrows suggestively. He gives his boyfriend no time to reply before he leans forward and captures the blonde’s lips with his own in a heated kiss. Demyx feels something hard and cold hit his wrist and hears a click of finality. His bright blue eyes widen as Zexion breaks the kiss and smirks at him.13

The blonde looks up at his arms in horror to find them hand-cuffed to the bedpost. He looks back at his petite boyfriend, and a gasp escapes his parted lips as the smaller's hands creep under his shirt.14

"Y-you... You're-re - Ah!" Demyx cries as Zexion rocks his hips against the other's. 15

A knock on the door interrupts any further progress. Zexion lets himself flop onto Demyx's chest as he glares at the door.16

"What. Do you want?" He asks, vehemently. 17

"Gods, calm down. Sheesh. I think the neighbors can hear you two. Keep it down," a playfully hurt voice replies. Zexion groans and leans over the side of the bed. He picks up a shoe and hurls it at the door. It thumps loudly and slides to the floor. "Dudes! I just don't want us to get a noise violation on our first full day here!"18

"Shut UP, Axel!" Zexion snarls, throwing another shoe at the door. It's silent and the slate-haired man hears the redhead's footsteps fade. He turns back to Demyx and rests his head on the other's chest.19

"Well, that was a bit of a mood-killer..." The blonde grouses, annoyed.20

"Ya don't say," Zexion replies gruffly into his boyfriend's shirt. The smaller of the two remains still as he lays on Demyx's chest. A few minutes pass.21

"Hey, Zex..."22

"What?" Zexion snaps, irritably. Demyx's chest rumbles with a laugh.23

"Could you, maybe, un-handcuff me?"