Title: XigXal Drabbles
Author's Note: Yes, in this Xigbar and Xaldin are a couple. No, I do NOT CARE if you don't like homosexuality or slash. You have been warned, do not read if you don't like it. Don't flame me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Xigbar or Xaldin. I wish I did, but wishes are for fishes and I am no fish.
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Xaldin sat on the couch, his head laid back and eyes closed, enjoying the quiet. His dreds fell over the back and he breathed out a sigh. Dealing with The Beast had been taxing on him, especially with all the times he had been shoved against the wall and thrown down stairs. Even the girl had hit him a few times.
Two hands crept up from behind the couch, moving slowly until they rested on the lancer's shoulders. Xigbar knelt behind the couch, fingers stilling when Xaldin began to move. "Keep those eyes closed," he whispered, less than an inch from the other's ear. After a moment, Xaldin relaxed again, and Xigbar felt a grin cross his face. His fingers caressed stiff shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension. His fingers worked out the knots, sliding from shoulders to Xaldin's neck, slipping in under his hair. "You need to stay with me tonight. I can fix all of this," he said, resting his face beside the other's.
"Can you now?" Xaldin asked, opening his eyes and tilting his head to gaze at the freeshooter. "I suppose I'll just have to stay the night then." Without another word, he leaned forward and captured those talkative lips, silencing him for the night.
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"Xigbar!" The lancer stormed through the halls, fury making a soft wind about him. His eyes blazed from within his dark hood.
Further down the hall, Xigbar's face paled and he ducked back around the corner. It had been a good idea on his part, no, a BRILLIANT idea. Xaldin just didn't get his sense of humor…
"XIGBAR!"
Xigbar cringed at the shout that seemed to shake the very walls. He stepped through a portal and appeared hanging above Xaldin. "Hey, Xaldin," he called, half-hoping the other man wouldn't hear him.
Xaldin whipped around, staring straight up at him. "Number II, if you make me get you, you will not be happy."
Xigbar scoffed. "And just how do you think you're gonna get up here, Mr…Whirl…wind…Lancer?" His eyes went wide and he half choked on the words as Xaldin used the wind to make him shoot upwards until he was face to face with the freeshooter. "Hehe," he laughed hesitantly. "Hi there, Xaldin." He was grabbed by the arms and shoved backwards through a portal leading to Xaldin's room. "You know," he said, not able to keep from getting the last word in. "I still say the dreds look better in pink." It was all he could do to block his face from the angry lancer.
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The fire burned bright and warm, sending a glow to land on the two curled up on the couch. Xigbar sat crosslegged, with Xaldin resting his head in his lap. They stared into the burning flames, content just being with each other. Xigbar glanced down at the other, long fingers playing in black hair. "What's on your mind?" he asked gently.
Xaldin shook his head. "Nothing," he said simply. After a moment, he turned so he was gazing up at the freeshooter. "We have missions to go to."
Xigbar nodded, but made no move to get up. "They can wait. We don't have to go anywhere yet." His fingers moved to lace with Xaldin's own, and he smirked at him.
They stared at each other for a few more moments before Xaldin reached up, pulling him down until their faces were inches apart. "Happy Halloween, Xigbar," he muttered with a kiss.
"Yeah. Happy Halloween." They stayed curled up on the couch long after the embers had died.