Xigbar lay on his bed, mind reeling from the amount of alcohol he had consumed earlier. He tried, unsuccessfully, to clear his mind of all thoughts, but with each tick of the clock, Xigbar's thoughts turned to Luxord. Xigbar was confused - he didn't know what he felt for Luxord, and Xigbar's drunken attempts to understand only led him in circles. Xigbar wondered if he could still reach those memories from his somebody, memories of emotions, or if he'd used up his last chance to feel.
Luxord couldn't ignore the flashbacks to warm summer nights, nights where he'd wanted everything to end. Nights where he'd thought of running away, with only his memories as luggage. He could win any game, with Lady Luck on his right, and a stiff drink on his left, but nothing seemed to have any purpose.
Until he met Xigbar.
Xigbar always thought that Luxord was distant. The blonde gambler always seemed to be fading off into the distance, and no matter how hard he tried, Xigbar couldn't bring himself to speak up, and catch the man's attention. The first time they spoke was on a joint mission, and Luxord had simply asked Xigbar to slow down, and Xigbar had almost stopped walking.
Luxord knew Xigbar was lost. He could see it in those vibrant golden eyes. There was nothing Luxord wanted to do more than show Xigbar the way. Luxord could tell Xigbar was falling, and if the man wasn't too stubborn to let go, Luxord would catch him. He'd been waiting.
It formed a pattern, a drunken tango during which they danced around their feelings. Time after time Xigbar stared at the ceiling, trying to sort out his thoughts. Time after time Luxord sat and played cards into the early hours of the morning, winning every hand, and wondering why it was that he could win everything but that which he wanted the most.
In the end, all it took was a simple game, a drunken kiss, and a little time.