For my Lux-chan. This is one of the fanfics she's been eager for.

Rated M for violence and gore....and eventually sex. A heads - up is: First section is Luxord, second section is Xaldin.

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is property of Square Enix and Disney

Candy is Dandy

Manipulating a human was so easy, it should be illegal, especially when it came to women. The way her eyes will sparkle if she was innocent, or darken when she wasn't. How her cheeks will flush and her chest would rise and fall slowly even when her breathing was quickened as she is driven empty of her coherent thought and logic. And his favorite part is when she would cling to him, her thighs hugging his hips while she desperately whispered and gasped, hands holding tightly to his pretty black suit, manicured nails digging into the fabric while she begged for more than kisses. He would whisper his okay, placing one last kiss to her neck, sucking softly before finally he bit down and hard, sharp canine pierced straight through delicate, glitter-lotion covered flesh, blood pouring out into his mouth.

And while she took her last breaths, he would walk away full, straightening his jacket, smirking as he wiped any extra drops of blood from his short-trimmed beard. Though it wasn't as thrilling and satisfying as it was something decades ago, it was his life, and going for new things was always the best part. A day or two a week went like this, and every now and then he would actually spare the girl, stopping the time she lived in to drink and leave, the victim never knowing what bit her. He visited different countries, different states, and cities. Each week was something different, but how long before he would be bored with it all?

Immortality came with the consequence of boredom.

but Lust is Sweeter

Hunting was his calling. It is what he is born with, and what the Goddess gave him. He was an honorable fighter, and most definitely an honorable killer. He would not shame his prey, nor would he cheat. It was his blood that he would never go against his values, and the blood, flesh and bone of others that kept him alive. He could eat normal food if he wanted, but what beast would want to bite into reheated chemicals when he could have the delight of chasing down his food, and have it fresh, warm and wet? He did not care if his victims were male, or female. He would only chase the healthy, or put the weak out of their misery. He found more pleasure in the feeling of flesh breaking and tasting the first drops of blood than anything, but he would not kill for fun.

That was the thing about his kind. They were either unacceptable loners or were prideful creatures that lived in packs. He somehow found himself in the middle, living with only a hunter of human blood and the man's younger half-brother, a scrawny but still suitable beast of the night. It was the only reason he could trust the gun fighter; he kept his werebrother healthy and, oddly enough, honorable. Anything less wasn't a child of the moon at all. But, as life went on, the gunner aged while the other two still appeared young, and finally....That was the thing about the weaker species, and the boy refused to accept it truly. He smiled, but it was empty.

Immortality came with the consequence of loneliness.