...I wrote this in less than an hour in study hall. I've been on a XigLux binge and I can't stooop...!
Xigbar and Luxord (c) to Disney/Square Enix. Don't forget to review!
"Yo, ho." Xigbar grinned as he looked down at Luxord from the ceiling. The blond Brit glanced up from the television, his hands absently shuffling a thick deck of cards.
He smirked up at the sniper. "And a bottle of rum?"
"Right here, dude." With his upper half still hanging out of the black void in the ceiling of the Living Room That Should Never Be, Xigbar held out an amber bottle down toward the gambler. "Straight from Port Royale, too. Snatched it from some dreadlocked dude who whined that the rum was always gone." He disappeared back into the portal and almost instantly reappeared on the couch next to Luxord, uncorking the bottle with a raunchy laugh. "Let's party, dude!" Luxord continued to patiently shuffle his cards while his companion took a long swig from the bottle. "Yo, Brit, whatcha doin'?"
Blue eyes shifted from the cards to the one-eyed Nobody. "Xigbar, how would you like to play a game?"
Xigbar blinked. "What kinda game?"
Luxord smirked slightly holding up the cards he'd been shuffling. "I have a deck of cards here. In a moment I'm going to toss these onto the floor and you'll pick them up and count how many there are." Xigbar frowned, doing the math calculations in his head of how many cards were in a deck.
"But, Luxord, dude, there'd only be fifty-two."
"Ah but that's where you're mistaken, my friend. This is a special deck. It has as many cards as I will it to." He held up the deck, which was held tightly between his thumb and forefinger. "If you get the number of cards right, you'll be getting a…special prize."
"What kind of prize?" Xigbar asked, sounding a little suspicious.
"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" The cards went flying all over the white carpet. Wedging the open bottle of rum between the couch cushions, Xigbar cast an odd glance at Luxord before standing up and bending over to pick up the cards.
The Gambler of Fate watched him intently, reclining against the couch and snatching up the rum. After taking a long swig and setting the bottle on the floor he stood up and slipped behind Xigbar, who didn't seem to notice. The Freeshooter muttered numbers to himself as he picked up the cards one at a time. With a sudden smirk, Luxord's right arm wrapped around his superior's waist and jerked him upward suddenly. Xigbar made a startled sound. "Dude-!"
With a soft chuckle, Luxord's other arm locked around Xigbar's waist. He nuzzled the sniper's cheek lightly, his blonde facial hair lightly scratching against Xigbar's scarred cheek. "I never did tell you the name of the game, did I? If I had it would've ruined all the fun…" Backing up against the couch, he all but tossed the smaller man down onto the cushions. His keen blue eyes never left Xigbar's face, which quickly shifted from startled to a wide grin in seconds. Luxord climbed onto the couch, looming over Number Two with his arms against the arm of the couch on either side of Xigbar's head.
He leaned forward and his lips brushed Xigbar's ear, his voice a low, suggestive chuckle, "One hundred and two pick up…"