Demyx had been looking curiously around the infirmiry while Vexen looked for the potion. He couldn't tell if he was listening or not, so he just continued on and on. But when he was approached with the potion, Demyx looked at it warily. "Well.... If you say it'll help...." he said, hestiantly taking the potion. Why couldn't it have been a pill or something? All potions that were supposed to 'help' seemed to taste horrible to him. He brought the bottle to his lips and took a small sip and nearly gagged, the potion bottle slipping from his fingers and shattering on the floor. He spit out whatever managed to get into his mouth and looked apologetically at Vexen. "Sorry about that... You got any more?" he asked, not meaning to have dropped the bottle.

Vexen looked at the potion as it went crashing to the ground, spilling its contents all over the floor. His eye twitched as he looked at Demyx with his sheepish grin. He almost summoned his ice shield and went at Demyx but he held his temper when he heard Demyx ask if there was anymore."Of course there wasn't anymore!" thought Vexen as he turned so that his back was away from him. "It took me 4 days to make that potion!" He took a deep breath as he turned around again with a grin on his face as he said," I don't have any right now, but I believe that I can make some more in about 4 days time though if you want to come back."

Demyx nodded. "Yeah. Alright. I'll be back then." he said, sliding off the table. He made sure to avoid stepping in the fallen potion. He glanced down briefly at it before turning his attention to Vexen. "I really am sorry about dropping it... It just kinda slipped through me fingers." Ok... That was only partially true. Demyx didn't want to take the potion in the first place, so his mind made it so his hand had a loose hold on the bottle. So when it then ineviatbly slipped, his brain was happy.
Demyx was silent for a second. He could somehow sense Vexen was mad at him, so he turned and headed out of the door quickly before he had the chance to attack.

Vexen rolled his eyes as he shooed off the blonde before he went nuclear, and destroyed him. That wasn't his job, that was Xemnas' job. Grumbling to himself he cleaned up the rest of the spilled potion as he also gathered up the smaller pieces of the glass that had fallen.

Zexion stirred in his sleep as he opened one blue colored eye. Glancing around the room he noticed that he was in Demyx's room. Groaning he closed his eyes again, not wanting to get up.

Demyx skipped happily back to his room, glad to have gotten away from Vexen. It wasn't that he didn't like him, but he really creeped him out sometimes. Plus, with the number of failed experiments from Vexen, it made Demyx very nervous about drinking any potion he made.
He smiled lightly when he saw Zexion was still sleeping. He made his way quietly over to the bed before laying down gently, not wanting to wake him up. He wrapped an arm lovingly around the smaller Nobody as he cuddled closer to him.

Zexion was drifting in and out of conciousness when he felt the bed shift to the other side from Demyx lying back down. Rolling over he went to face his lover. "Demyx," he whispered half asleep. "Where did you go? Did you go see Vexen? How did that go?"

Demyx bit his lip lightly when Zexion rolled over, afraid he had woken him up. He smiled lightly though. "Yeah. I went to see Vexen... He didn't really say what was wrong with me. He just gave me this potion that was supposed to help.... It kinda slipped out of my fingers though." He was silent for a few seconds. There was something bothering him. Vexen didn't seem to be paying much attention to him when he spoke... And he convinently had a potion to fix a problem that just happened. "Hey Zexy... What kind of potion takes 4 days to make?" he asked, having no knowledge on that subject whatsoever.

Demyx's question had caught Zexion off guard when he asked it. Zexion thought deeply through all the tomes and anthologies of healing remedies he had come across through the ages that he had read. "A potion that takes 4 days to make," thought Zexion. " There were many potions and elixers that took 4 or more days to make. Hell, some even took as long as 2 months to create." Zexion let out a frustrated sigh as he looked at Demyx and said," I haven't the foggiest, love. Can you give me some more things to work with. What color was it? Were there bubbles? Was it clear or cloudly looking?"

Demyx thought back to the potion Vexen had made it. "Well... It was kinda like a light-ish green color that you could basically see through... No bubbles.... But there was this fog-type thing coming off of it." He didn't know why he was being so suspicious of Vexen. He had never done anything wrong to him.. Or at least, he hoped he didnt'. Demyx knew how easily it would be for Vexen to poison him. But this potion didn't seem threatening. He'd seen plenty of potions that kinda fogged up a bit. He actually bought a drink in Hallow Bastion once that was like that. Demyx ran a hand through his hair lightly as he glanced curiously at Zexion.

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Zexion looked up when he heard Demyx say,"Well... It was kinda like a light-ish green color that you could basically see through... No bubbles.... But there was this fog-type thing coming off of it." Zexion thought for a moment when he replayed what Demyx said to him through out his mind. "Light greenish meant that there were some healing properties to it. All potions that were green did, regardless of the shade of color. Having no bubbles was a good sign that meant that there was no acid or anything in it that could kill you from the inside out." Zexion let out a sigh as he picked through the information that he held in his mind. It had been such a long time ago since he had read the tomes and volumes of medicine and alchemy in the library. For god's sake, he was a war tactian not a doctor or alchemist. What troubled him the most was the "fog" that was coming off of the top of it, and how long it took to make. There were very few things that took that long to make in the alchemic world. Few, powerful, things. Things that could kill or heal his lover. There was the Afransa Potion which was light green in color that could cure any ailment or disease with just one sip, but there was also the Arcean Potion which was the strongest poison known to man kind.

Regardless, Zexion was just glad that his blonde lover was still with him today. "Honestly it could be one of two things. It could have been the Afransa Potion which is known to cure any ailment or disease, but there is also the Arcean Potion which is the strongest poison known to date. I am glad that you didn't take anything. There would be no reason for Vexen to go and poison Demyx so his chances were slim to none that it was indeed the Afransa potion." Yawning, he turned to his lover. "Come back to bed, it's still early, unless you want to do something." He paused and then grinned mischieviously at him. "Else."

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A sinking feeling grew in the pit of Demyx's stomach when he heard that it might have been poison. What if Vexen had been trying to kill him? What had he done to deserve that? Well, whatever it was that he might have done, Demyx was sure to go to Vexen and see what he could do to make amends, just in case it was the poison. He frowned lightly at the mention of going to bed, not wanting to go back to sleep. But a smile spread slowly across his face when he heard the next thing. He put a finger lightly under Zexion's chin so he could tilt the shorter Nobody's head up as he leaned down and kissed him lightly. He pulled away after a second. "I like the sound of that." he said before kissing him again, a little rougher this time.

Zexion felt Demyx's lips against his own and leaned forward to capture more of his lips. However, Demyx pulled away from him before he could do that. He let out a whimper and was about to flip over to go to bed, when he heard Demyx say those oh so sweet words, and then lock his lips with his own again in another searing kiss. He moaned into this one as he opened his mouth to let Demyx explore it. He moved his own body so that he was in a more sitting position so that their activities could continue. He began to shrug out of the shirt that he was wearing.

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Demyx couldn't stop a small smile from forming when he heard Zexion's whimper. It wasn't a to be mean or anything. He just found it to be cute. The second he felt the other's mouth open, Demyx slipped his tongue in, eager to explore and taste the sweet taste of Zexion. He moved his hands so that he gripped the edge of Zexion's shirt and helped pull it off of him. He ran a hand lightly across the shorter Nobody's chest as he moved his head to kiss his neck lightly.

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Zexion moaned out loud when he felt Demyx's lips close around his neck. He shook his head though knowing where this was going to lead though and managed to maneuver his body so that he was pinning the taller Nobody to the bed. Looking down at his lover he decided that it wasn't fair that only one of them had a shirt off and made quick work of the others upper half of clothing. Looking down at his lover a grin spread across his angelic features as he bent down and began sucking at the others neck suggestively. He began to unzip the other nobody's pants as well.

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Despite not expecting to suddenly be pinned down on the bed, Demyx couldn't stop a smile from forming on his face. He also didn't mind his shirt being taken off. He was actually about to do that himself anyway. He let his eyes drift close as he felt Zexion start to suck at his neck and small, satisfied noises rose up from the back of his throat. He moved his hands down to speed up the removal of his pants as his eyes opened again. Once his pants were successfully off, Demyx moved one hand to wrap his fingers lightly in Zexion's hair and was able to pull his head up and pull him into a kiss.

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He opened them again though to look at Zexion as he nodded. "Yeah. I'm great." he said. He ran a hand lightly across Zexion's cheek before pulling him in so he could kiss him lightly for a second. "Are you alright?" he asked when he pulled away.

Zexion was trying to calm his breathing down as he looked at his blonde lover. Zexion tried to say something, but no words were coming out so he decided that he was just going to nod. Zexion rolled onto his side so that he was no longer on top of Demyx. Zexion cleared his throat as he looked at the blonde again and said," Ya, I am fine. I think I might be coming down with something though so I might go see Vexen tomorrow. As for right now I think it is best for us both to go to bed. Zexion turned again and passionately kissed his blonde lover before he curled up in his arms and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Demyx smiled lightly when Zexion said he was fine. But worry filled him for a second. He really hoped his lover wasn't getting sick. That would just make him feel horrible. "I hope you feel better in the morning." he said. He'd worry about that tomorrow though as he cuddled up next to Zexion and closed his eyes. He laid there for a short while before he drifted off to sleep, knowing they'd have to wake up again soon and get some work done. Stupid missions.... Demyx would much rather just lay around in bed all day with the shorter Nobody in his arms.

Zexion woke up with a terrible pain in his stomach. Looking around he noticed that Demyx's arms were firmly wrapped around his waist in a loving embrace. Gently moving his lovers arms away from him he hastily made his way to the bathroom where he practically fell to the ground grasping his stomach. He managed to get to the toilet where he dry heaved twice. "God," thought Zexion as he managed to get himself back into a standing position. He couldn't wait he needed to talk to Vexen now. Leaving through the door of his room he made his way to Vexen's.

Demyx shifted in his sleep when Zexion had gotten up. He frowned lightly at the loss of warmth and opened his eyes to see that he was alone. "Zexy?" he asked, looking around the room. But the shorter Nobody was nowhere to be found. He figured that Zexion had gone to go see Vexen, so he laid back down to try to get back to sleep. But the worried feeling started growing in his stomach again, so he got up and went to go see if his lover was okay.

Zexion managed to make his way out of the the room that he was currently in and made his way down the hallway towards Vexen's room. As he walked he looked at the white lined walls and his head spun. He fell forward and managed to twist his body so much that he landed on his side against the wall. He slid against the wall until he found that he was in a sitting position. He clutched his head in his hands as he sobbed as he felt the temperature dramatically increase around him. He heard some movement above him as he looked up he saw a flash of black and then nothingness.

Xemnas smiled down at the figure that he was holding in his arms. Soon, soon Zexion would be all his. He was angry that Vexen had failed so many times in killing Zexion's blonde boy toy, but soon it wouldn't even matter.

Demyx frowned lightly when he got to the infirmary and found that neither Zexion or Vexen were anywhere to be seen. 'Where could he be?' he thought, looking around. He headed off down the hallway, ears at attention listening for any sign of his lover. But with each passing second, his frown grew slightly. Worry was starting to grow in his stomach and it didn't take long until he was practically running down the halls, looking for him.

His thoughts were racing and the only conclusion that he could come too was that this had something to do with Xemnas. So he turned quickly around a corner and headed to their Superior's office.

Zexion felt completely weightless. Cracking an eye open he noticed that he was floating in some form of a tank. Taking in his surroundings he also noticed that his Organization XIII cloak was gone. He shivered at this sudden thought as he looked down. Breathing out a sigh of relief he was thankful that a pair of black boxers still adorned his bottom half. Glancing around again he noticed Xemnas sitting at a nearby table looking over some well-worn books, some tomes, and some hand written notes he glanced over at Zexion as a smile slowly slid onto his graceful face. Sauntering over to the tank he placed his hand on it as if to say that he was sorry for placing Zexion in there against his will. Zexion managed to turn his body around so that his back was facing his leader. Growling low in his throat Xemnas pounded on the glass, which caused a loud thundering to come from inside of the glass. Clasping his hands around his ears, Zexion closed his eyes in pain. Xemnas turned around suddenly as if sensing something."It appears that we will have a guest soon," Xemnas walked towards the door at the far end of the room."Don't worry love this will only take a moment. Soon we will be rid of an annoyance. Zexion looked out in horror as he saw his Superior leave through the door. "Please be alright, Demyx," he prayed.

Demyx was growing more and more worried with each passing second. He knew by now that Xemnas must have got to him, but that just made his worried feeling grow. What if he was being raped and tortured? The thought made him end up running down the hall to wherever the Superior spent his time. He skidded to a stop when he seen Xemnas come out of the room. His eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists. "Where's Zexion?" he asked, forcing his voice to remain even. He was so tempted to summon his sitar and knock the man out, but he needed to know where his love was first.