I do not own Kingdom Hearts. Erm... Enjoy the fluffy Zemyx oneshot. If requested, I will turn this into a chapter story. IF requested.

-Darling

Actions Louder Than Words
Zemyx
Zexion POV

Squeak squeak. Squeak squeak squeak. Turn, squeak.

Annoying. Headache causing. Squeak. What's worse is he's started singing.

"Singing in the rain~! Singing in the rain~!"

Wrong. No rain in the castle. No rain at all. Raining in his last world? Probably.

"Hi, Zexion!"

Oh no. Don't talk to me, I'm trying to read. Failing to read. I put my book down.

"Hi, Demyx."

Humor him. Less to deal with if you do.
I- I just want to read!

"Guess what!"

He'll do most of the talking anyway.

"What?"

Why did he choose me to bother?

"It was raining SO hard in Twilight Town!"

Squeak squeak.

"I can tell."

Squeak squeak. Twitch. Squeak.

"I mean, it was SO hard, I thought it was gonna FLOOD!"

Squeak.

"I can tell."

Subtle. It's not really a conversation. I'm just being... polite.

"Yeah! And I made Axel and I wait for the rain to stop! But then he got REALLY impatient!"

"That's obvious. You're drenched."

Woah, Zexion. You're entering conversation zone. Keep. To. Subtle.

"Yeah..."

Head down. Rain water dripping from dirty blonde hair. Shivering.

"You look cold."

He nods.

"Let's go dry you off."

Woah. Boundaries! You did not just offer-!

Sounds, thoughts cut off by actions.

Dirty blonde lifts his head. Smiles his cute smile.

Blunette takes him by the hand. Takes the blonde to his room.

Dirty blonde squeaks, boots still soggy, all the way down the hallway.

Blunette is acting without thinking.

Dirty blonde blushes.

Blunette pushes the blonde's cloak off, watches it fall to the floor.

Dirty blonde is left without a shirt on. Skinny jeans and black boots.

Blunette looks for a mere five seconds too long.

Dirty blonde's face matches a tomato.

Blunette retrieves a towel from his bathroom. Puts it atop the dirty blonde's soaking ex-mullet.

Dirty blonde doesn't protest.

Blunette rubs the towel around the dirty blonde's head. Pushes it around the dirty blonde's neck when he's done. Again, the blunette stares for too long.

"This isn't me..."

Dammit, Zexion! You're lost in his eyes again...

"What was that?"

The dirty blonde looks confused.

"Nothing."

Blunette, short than the blonde, uses the towel to pull the other boy closer. Stands on his tip toes, and leans forward. Noses touching, eyes staring into each other.

Is he coming closer?

Is he pulling away?

No. He's still.

Blunette's eyes ask questions.

'Do you feel the same?'

'Do you want this?'

"Zexion..."

I'll take that as a yes.

Lips meet lips. Eyes shut, closed. Non-existent hearts beat.

Blunette pulls away.

"But we don't have hearts."

As if some pathetic excuse. You need to do better, Zexion.

"But we do."

Preposterous! How would you know, Demyx?

"How do you know?"

The blunette looks to his feet. The dirty blonde looks away.

"Beacause I love you."

Fin.