A/N: This is the first thing we've ever published and we hope to update soon. This first oneshot was written by Jay-wa (who is by far the less innocent of the two) after watching the 358/2 Days movie on KH 1.5 Remix. This is part of a much longer discussion that the two of us have had about the different relationships in Organization XIII.

There was only so much fun in tormenting the basement members or Namine, and Marluxia wasn't one for talking. But he was good for other things, things that kept her busy for a while...

She rapped on his door, sighing when he took too long to answer. She wasn't known for her patience.

"Larxene, what a surprise." His voice was dull but he stepped aside without any protest.

She strode past him into the room and undid the zipper on her jacket. She didn't remove it though, just let it hang open so that he could see her small breasts while she removed her gloves, plucking one finger at a time. She turned and met his eyes while she shimmied out of her pants and boots.

He was already naked, not wasting any time with flourishes while undressing. Yet to her, no matter how wild she was, it was strangely ritualistic the way she would undress for him. He had to be bored with it but never said anything about it.

She allowed herself to gaze at his muscles, appreciating them. He wasn't as large as Lexaeus but he was nowhere near as scrawny as Axel, and she liked that. If there was one thing she liked about him, it was his strength.

After barely a moment of gazing, he was on her, pressing her to the wall, keeping her immobilized there. She gasped as his lips smashed against hers and his tongue slid between her teeth. Her hands were pinned by her head. She didn't fight as the vines wrapped around her wrists and forearms. This was routine for her now.

Marluxia's mouth moved to her neck, sucking the flesh where her neck met her shoulder. That was new, she thought as his tongue traced her vein. His hands moved down to part her legs. She didn't react much as he slid into her and thrust. With as long as they'd been doing this, there was little he could do to surprise her anymore.

She could feel him getting near his limit and braced herself. She wasn't ready yet but he knew that too. It was part of their routine. She bit her lip and groaned as she felt his release. The vines around her arms weakened slightly as he took a moment to steady himself before he was able to carry her to the bed.

He sat down on the edge, Larxene poised on his lap, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

"My turn," she purred and pushed him down. He fell back against the pillows and surrendered as Larxene crawled off of him to work on getting him back up again. Once he was ready once more, she climbed back on top of him.

She began to move up and down, slowly at first and then faster, keeping her hands on his chest to steady herself. Marluxia winced as a small jolt traveled from her to him. No matter how many times they did this, she was sure he never quite got used to this part.

A nod from him was all she needed. She moved her hands so that they were splayed over each of his pecs. With a cry she released her lighting into him. He screamed through clenched teeth, just as he did every time. Larxene felt her own release come as the current continued into her from him.

Feeling energized and exhausted at the same time, she collapsed next to Marluxia on the bed, panting. She noticed the raw looking skin on his chest where her hands had touched him. He winced when her fingers traced the outline of her hand, but didn't protest.

"How do you feel?" she asked, watching his face carefully. He never had much expression, or emotion as far as she could tell. None of them really did, but some were able to fake it until they had even themselves fooled.

"Aside from when you touch my wounds, I feel nothing." His eyes rolled up to stare at the ceiling.

Larxene frowned and rolled onto her back. She admitted silently that she felt similarly despite any attempts to change that. And as always, she felt the boredom creeping in at the edges of her consciousness. If only things could change in the castle. If only things would get interesting here, keep her occupied in ways Marluxia couldn't. She could only hope.