Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Aromatherapy ❯ One-Shot

Aromatherapy

A small cry escaped Demyx’s lips as Zexion bit down gently on the soft flesh of his throat. Pale hands, small for a boy, clung to the other Nobody’s shoulders, gripping tightly, nails digging softly into the skin. Zexion ignored the small amount of pain the offending nails gave him, preferring instead to inhale the scent of the young neophyte beneath him. It was a scent unlike any other; warm honey and the ocean-side breeze combined into a soothing aroma that always made the Cloaked Schemer want only to embrace the blond sitarist and breathe in that scent that was purely Demyx.

“Z-Zexion…!” Demyx gasped out as the older Nobody’s teeth clenched harder, sending a wave of sensation throughout his body. He bucked up against Zexion, only to pout as the other forced him back against the mattress.

It had started several weeks ago. Zexion had been in the library, looking for a certain book to help him with the research on his latest pet experiment, when a strange, new scent reached his sensitive nose. He looked up, lightly sniffing the air to find the origin of this unfamiliar aroma. He knew it wasn’t coming from the kitchens; he’d know the difference between a person’s scent and something cooking in the kitchen. Zexion caught the sight of an unfamiliar Nobody entering the library and right away, he noticed that the scent was coming from him.

The boy was a bit below average height for one his approximate age, maybe five foot eight, five-nine at the tallest. He had a lanky build to him, almost clumsy looking, as if his body didn’t know how it was supposed to be. Dirty blond hair was spiked up oddly in a bizarre combination of a mullet and a mohawk. Why anyone would style their hair that way was beyond Zexion.

The blond seemed to notice that Zexion was studying him, as he turned and walked over. He smiled at Zexion. It was then that the Cloaked Schemer took notice of the color of the boy’s eyes; neither blue nor green, the new Nobody’s eyes were a strange, otherworldly blend of the two, deep enough to pull one into them and keep them locked in the color. Zexion was oddly fascinated by the boy’s eyes.

“Hello,” the newcomer said, extending a gloved hand. “I’m Demyx.”

Now, Zexion was not a social creature, in any sense of the word. He rarely spoke to anyone around him, except for Lexaeus, the fifth member of the Organization, whom Zexion considered an acquaintance; for, as a Nobody, one lacking emotions, he didn’t consider himself capable of having friends. On occasion, he’d say a few words here and there at meetings, bringing up points, explaining things to a few of the newer members. For the most part, he was one of the quietest people one could ever meet. So, it would come as no surprise to those who knew him when he replied simply by giving his name, shaking Demyx’s hand with an air of disinterest.

This didn’t deter Demyx one bit.

“So, you’re one of the original six, then?” Demyx asked, studying Zexion with those ethereal eyes. “Xemnas told me who was who, but I could only remember a couple of the names. When you told me yours, it kinda clicked as one of ones I knew were the big and bad.”

All of this was said in a rushed, excited tone of voice and, so it seemed to Zexion, all in one breath. The blond before him grinned at him, expecting a reply that would not come. Zexion merely turned away from Demyx, returning to his task. His finger slid along the spines of multiple books on the shelf he stood before, but that scent was becoming distracting as Demyx continued to stand near him. He tried to ignore it, but the scent was persistent, assaulting his nose with no mercy. It was a delicious scent, one that Zexion wanted nothing more than to inhale, despite his waiting project.

“Is there something you want?” he finally asked.

“Not really,” Demyx replied.

“Then why are you still standing there?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Zexion saw Demyx shrug. “I’m bored and you’re somebody to talk to.”

Zexion almost laughed. Boy, this kid picked the wrong person for a conversation. Instead, he found the book he had been looking for and pulled it down from the shelf, opening it with a practiced flick of his wrist. He flipped through the pages as he began to walk away; away from Demyx, away from that distractingly pleasant aroma. However, he noticed as he walked down the hall, that the scent had not faded in the slightest. Glancing away from the pages of the book, Zexion saw that the blond boy had followed him.

“Go away, I have work to do,” Zexion told him.

“Maybe I can help?” Demyx suggested, shrugging his shoulders, completely ignoring the glare Zexion gave his words and lack of departure.

“Doubtful,” Zexion muttered, turning the corner to his lab. He opened the door and stepped inside, irritated when Demyx continued to follow, that scent coming right along with him.

Zexion went about testing his experiment, trying to distract himself from the scent that continued to annoy him. Demyx watched with interest for a while, his elbows resting on the edge of the counter where the Cloaked Schemer was working, and his chin lying in his hands. Time passed with neither of them speaking, though the blond often made a curious mewling sound as the experiment progressed.

Zexion grew tired, both of his experiment, which seemed to be a failure at this point in time, and of Demyx’s tauntingly delicious scent. He began to put everything away, shoving books and papers aside, out of the way. Demyx offered to help and began to move towards Zexion to reach for some of the equipment that sat on the counter. The older Nobody stopped him, grabbing both of his wrists tightly and pulling them away from the equipment. As Demyx began to protest, Zexion pulled him against himself sharply, forcing their bodies to collide as he brought his lips down to capture the soft, pale ones that belonged to the younger Nobody.

Demyx’s hands immediately slapped against Zexion’s chest, trying to push him away, but the other didn't move. Instead, he merely pulled Demyx even closer to him, trying to make it that the only thing he could feel was the fast, physical heartbeat of the blond and that the only thing he could smell was that intoxicating scent of warm honey mixed with the cool scent of the ocean breeze. He slipped his tongue between those quivering lips, sliding his tongue gently against Demyx’s and wringing a small noise from the younger Nobody. Demyx quit fighting against him and relaxed.

Moments passed, moments that felt like long ones, when in reality, they had been short. Zexion pulled away, navy eyes half-lidded, looking down into those alien blue-green ones. Demyx was short of breath and his pale face was dusted with a light rose blush. His lips, now slightly swollen, were still quivering. Zexion pressed his hips into the other’s, reveling in the surprised gasp that escaped Demyx, and leaned in to swallow that gasp in another kiss, this one fierce, wanting. A hint of satisfaction came to him when the other Nobody's gasp became a moan as Zexion pressed harder against him.

He didn't know why he did what he did as he nuzzled against Demyx's neck, letting himself inhale that exhilarating scent. It fogged his mind, making him unfocused and wanting nothing more than to have that scent there. His hands slipped down, slowly pulling down the zipper of the long coat Demyx wore as part of the Organization's uniform, revealing pale, untouched skin. He pushed Demyx against the table they had been working on and pulled away the coat, running his gloved hands across that pale chest, smirking at the soft mewls that escaped the other's lips.

It would have gone on, if not for Number Four's interruption. Demyx turned a brilliant shade of crimson when Vexen walked in without knocking and told them the had called for them. The older man didn't seem fazed in the slightest at seeing the two of them, as if this was a daily occurrence in the Organization; Demyx later found that, in the Organization, if it gave even the slightest comfort from the crushing darkness, they did it, be it sex or a game of poker or just a hop into another world to see something besides the dank, dark depression that was their world. More often than not, it was sex or something that involved having another body close.

Demyx looked at Zexion, watching the older Nobody head out of the lab, no sign about him that anything had gone on between them at all. Confused, Demyx followed the other as they walked to the 's study. Questions were popping in and out of the blond's mind, questions akin to the what and why of what had gone on in Zexion's lab. He would have posed these questions aloud, but Zexion didn't seem very keen on listening to Demyx at the moment.

He would have to hold off on his questions for a while.

* * * * *

The mission had been a simple recon assignment. Zexion had been ordered to take Demyx to a world and teach him how to summon other Nobodies, how to use his ability to manipulate water to the best advantage, and how to summon his weapon out of the darkness. It took a while, with Zexion explaining things in long words until Demyx's eyes glazed over, and then explaining again, this time in layman's terms so the blond would understand. By the time Demyx finally had the hang of it and they completed their mission with little trouble from the Heartless, it was late.

That had been Demyx's first mission and one of many that he'd be sent on. Every time Demyx left the castle, the scent of warm honey mixed with the ocean breeze lingered, driving Zexion insane. The scent when connected to the young Nobody was tempting, but when it was there and Demyx not, it was absolutely maddening. It took all he had to keep from screaming in frustration. He visited the once or twice, to get his mind of the blond's scent by breathing in the strange, yet alluring scent of hydrangeas and cold metal that Xemnas gave off. It never helped for long. While Xemnas' scent lingered after their meetings, the honey and ocean would assault his sensitive nose and Zexion would be just as frustrated as ever.

Finally, he'd had enough of this. He couldn't concentrate on his work, he was as miserable as a Nobody could possibly be, and it was all that damn scent's doing. Zexion went over to Demyx's room, knocking harshly against the door. He could hear Demyx playing his sitar inside, could smell the intense aroma. At his knock, the music stopped playing and footsteps sounded as the Melodious Nocturne approached his door. A moment later, the door opened and Demyx stood there, holding his sitar, wearing only part of the Organization's uniform; the coat was discarded on the floor and Demyx apparently didn't wear anything underneath the coat, unlike a couple of the other members.

Zexion stepped inside of Demyx's room and waited for a moment as the younger Nobody closed the door. Then, he immediately pushed the blond against the door, pressing their lips together to capture the small cry of surprise that escaped him. Demyx tensed for a short moment, the kiss as startling as the first one that day in the lab. Zexion pushed his tongue between the blond's lips, deepening the kiss, letting his tongue wander over every inch of the inside of Demyx's mouth. A hand clung to Zexion's coat as a moan was emitted into the kiss.

The Cloaked Schemer pressed himself against Demyx so that the only barriers between them were the leather pants they wore as part of their uniform. Another moan escaped Demyx, this one longer and higher pitched. Zexion broke the kiss, shifting down and nuzzling his nose against the blond's throat. Demyx had the sense to set his sitar down before wrapping his arms around the older Nobody, the sensations of being so close to another body running through him.

"You drive me absolutely fucking insane," Zexion murmured, inhaling the scent that had tormented him for so long.

"S-sorry," Demyx said, voice hitching as Zexion's teeth grazed against the skin of his neck. He let his hand reach up into Zexion's hair, holding the older Nobody in place.

Zexion's gloved hands ran over Demyx's bare upper body, unable to feel the warmth through the cloth barrier. Demyx mewled at the feel of the soft fabric against his body, sending jolts to his nerves, and moved up against the other when those fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot just to the side of his navel. A smirk was on Zexion's lips as he shifted to nibble at Demyx's earlobe. Demyx stiffened slightly, taking in a sharp breath when Zexion's teeth clamped gently on his earlobe. Then, he burst into a fit of giggles when Zexion's tongue gently lapped against the sensitive skin just behind his ear. He couldn't help it; it was oddly his most ticklish spot.

Zexion frowned at the giggles, feeling a bit put-off, but when Demyx squirmed against him, brushing their hips together, he grabbed the blond's hips, turned him around and began to push him towards the bed. Demyx quit giggling and they stumbled across the room, lips against neck, head tilted back for best access, arms encircling one another. Neither of them were able to see where they were going, so there was a bit of difficulty finding the right direction for the bed and even after they were in the right direction, neither of them could see the coat that Demyx had thrown unceremoniously to the floor earlier.

Demyx let out a squeak, breaking the kiss, when his bare foot tripped over the coat and he fell backwards to the floor with Zexion landing on top of him. Seeming to be perfectly content with where they were, the Cloaked Schemer shifted, reaching down and popping the button of Demyx's pants undone and undoing the zipper slowly as he went in to kiss the younger Nobody again. Demyx, it seemed, didn't believe in wearing underwear under tight leather pants, which didn't bother Zexion in the slightest; instead he slipped his hand down, brushing his fingers against Demyx's erection and wrenching a sharp moan from the blond's throat.

"Z-Zexi..." he couldn't finish the Cloaked Schemer's name, it having turned into another moan as Zexion pressed his hand against him. He let out a gasp, leaning into the older Nobody, grasping onto his shoulders. He arched his back against the bed behind him, pressing himself closer to Zexion’s hand as a wave of physical feeling shot through his body.

Zexion took one of Demyx's hands and led it to the zipper of his coat. Demyx, taking the hint, fumbled with the zipper for a moment before finally managing to pull down the zipper; the older Nobody's hand on him was so distracting. When Zexion pulled his hand out of his pants, Demyx gave a slight whimper, having liked the feelings that had gone through his body. He shoved the coat Zexion wore off his shoulders, and then slid his hands up under the black shirt that had been underneath it. He felt Zexion shiver slightly at his touch, the lack of gloves on Demyx's hand probably adding to the touch. Demyx managed to pull the shirt off and throw it to the side before Zexion moved in to kiss his throat.

The entire experience was something new to Demyx. He couldn’t remember any time in his past life that someone had brought forth so many physical feelings from him. The electricity that ran through his lithe body made his mind run with thoughts of what else Zexion might do to him. He clung to the older Nobody, attempting to return every touch, every kiss; tried to make Zexion feel exactly what he felt. The sensations running through him were overwhelming.

“Demyx,” Zexion breathed into the Melodious Nocturne’s ear. “I will take you if you don’t stop me.”

Demyx pulled the slate-haired Nobody in close. “I don’t want to stop you,” he murmured before pressing his lips against Zexion’s.

Zexion returned the kiss with fervor, pressing close, turning the kiss almost rough in its passion. His hands moved down and underneath the soft black leather pants that Demyx still wore and pulled them down over the blond’s hips. He moved down, pushing Demyx’s legs apart and dipping his head between them. Before Demyx could tell what was going on, Zexion encircled his lips around the tip of his erection and applied a bit of pressure with his tongue.

“Oh, gods,” Demyx choked, his hands going down to clutch at the dark sheets beneath him. His hips lifted slightly, a subconscious desire to feel Zexion take him in deeper controlling his body.

Zexion smirked and let Demyx have what he wanted. He pulled the other further into his mouth and applied more pressure, then released it. He repeated this action a couple times, delighting in each of the sounds that Demyx let out. Working at it for a time, Zexion brought the blond closer and closer to climax, and then brought him back down. This was going to last; he would make this memorable, make it something Demyx would want more of.

“Ze-Zexion,” Demyx moaned, his eyes squeezed shut and body quivering, breath heavy. “I can’t last…”

Zexion pulled away and gave a slight nod. He shifted, sitting up long enough to remove his own pants and the boxers he wore underneath. Once those barriers were out of the way, he brushed himself up against Demyx to bring about that electrifying sensation. A light moan escaped his own lips at the same time as Demyx gave a mewl. Zexion leaned down and pressed his lips against Demyx’s, slipping his tongue between trembling lips, and running it along the walls of the blond’s mouth.

“I want you,” Zexion said as he pulled away, grinding his hips against Demyx’s. “You’ve been tormenting me since that first day in the lab.” He leaned in again, this time to Demyx’s throat. He bit down, sucking as he did so, applying enough pressure to leave a mark. “I want you to be mine, mine alone.”

Demyx whimpered lightly at the bite, then put his arms around Zexion, pulling him close. He turned his head enough to let his tongue flick at the older Nobody’s earlobe, giving a smirk of his own when he felt Zexion shiver. “If you want me so badly, I’m yours.”

Those words encouraged Zexion. He gave Demyx another kiss as he reached down to slip a finger into him. He hadn’t brought anything with him to use as a lubricant, so he took his time preparing Demyx, not wanting to cause the blond too much pain. Beneath him, Demyx bit his lip hard as he felt the intrusion in his body, trying to force himself to relax. He reached up with one hand, sliding it over Zexion’s back and let his fingers tangle in the Cloaked Schemer’s slate-colored hair.

Once he was sure that Demyx was fully prepared, Zexion took the blond’s other hand and let their fingers lace as he positioned himself. His eyes wandered over Demyx briefly, taking in the sight of the beautiful body beneath his own, locking with the captivating blue-green gaze of the other Nobody. Giving Demyx’s hand a quick, comforting squeeze, he pushed himself into the blond.

The shot of pure pleasure that ran through Demyx’s body at that first entrance had him letting out a loud gasp that turned into a moan. His grip at Zexion’s hair tightened as he let himself adjust to having the other inside him. There was a good amount of pain under the pleasure and that pain had him breathing heavily. He liked the way he felt though, liked how this felt.

Zexion pulled out, then pushed back in. He set a rhythm, pressing his hips further against Demyx’s, pushing himself further inside the other Nobody. He could feel it as the friction between them grew. Breath coming in ragged gasps, he continued his actions, bringing the both of them closer and closer to the edge. The sensations shooting through each of them were unlike either had felt. Zexion wanted to keep it like that; he wanted to continue to have the sense of having a heart so close to his grasp, even if that sense was a farce.

White struck their vision, blinding both of them as they passed a threshold together. Neither of them could speak nor think, only grasp to each other as their cries of ecstasy echoing in the room, reverberating off the white walls surrounding them. It was the closest they would be able to get to feeling until the goals of Organization XIII were fulfilled, Kingdom Hearts was complete, and they received their hearts back. They would take what they could get in the mean time.

When it was all over, the only sounds in the room were the soft huffs of their breath. Zexion had moved off Demyx and the two of them were now curled up together. Zexion nuzzled the younger Nobody's neck, taking in that tantalizing scent once again. It was no longer driving him insane; instead, it was calming him greatly after their activity. He curled his arms around Demyx and gave an almost affectionate nip at his ear.

"You smell so good," he said.

Demyx gave a soft hum in reply, burying his face in the crook of Zexion's neck. "So do you," he murmured. "Kinda like orchids. And old books."

Zexion gave him a soft smile. He pulled Demyx close to him and held him. They might not have hearts, but with Demyx, it still felt right. He didn't feel whole, but he felt almost content being with Demyx, having the blond close by. Demyx put him at ease.

There was one thing to be said about the relationship between the two of them that developed after that; Zexion no longer needed those aromatherapy sessions with a certain young flower girl.

Author’s Note: Well, okay, that took months to finish. 9_9;; I started this in freakin’ November. So glad I’ve finally finished it. Boy, this fic will never see the light of fanfiction.net. I mean, whoo-boy. Damn.

By the way, the scents I used in this fic came from a list that my cousin and I came up with. I am more than willing to send a copy of the list to anyone who wants to see it and give full permission if anyone wants to use any of those scents themselves.