Note: This is my first Kingdom Hearts drabble in over four years, and definitely my first for this absolutely delightful pairing. I hope I've done suitably. 3
Warnings: LuxDem pairing, fluff, short but sweet.
Disclaimer: Luxord and Demyx aren't mine, but the fanfic is.
What They're Missing
Silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock, settled thick on the air. Luxord cut his deck of cards and laid them out, counting off mentally, for yet another game of Solitaire. The days had been lengthy and dull of late, and Solitaire had become one of his better friends. Solitaire, the ticking of the passage of time, and the silence that remained besides.
Solitaire was a thoughtless game, which of course provided plenty of time for dwelling on those particular things which should never be dwelt upon. Luxord turned over a three of hearts and gave it a bitter smirk-hearts, of course. Always.
From out of that still silent atmosphere there suddenly came clacking the sound of tall black boots on the polished floor. Luxord made no great show of turning to see who had infiltrated his alone time, but saw out the corner of his eye the lanky teenager, so much taller than he himself despite being eleven years his younger. The boy swung his half-weapon, half-form of entertainment across his shoulders, and paused just inside the room.
"Luxy," he said with a grin. "Mind if I play?"
The nineteen-year-old's timing could not have been more horrible, but Luxord sighed and waved a hand, as if to say "go ahead." He licked his lips. "May I keep playing Solitaire?"
"If you want." Demyx shrugged the sitar down from his shoulders and flopped down directly onto the floor, crossing his legs and pulling the sitar across his lap and chest. He began to play, softly at first, picking up speed and pitch all at once and causing Luxord to completely lose his place in his game of Solitaire. The older man grumbled incoherently and crossed his arms over his chest, sitting back with every intention of glaring at Demyx until he quieted his song once again.
But the young blonde's eyes rolled slightly backward before fluttering shut, and his mouth hung barely ajar. The expression was one of pure, senseless pleasure, and Luxord caught himself feeling flushed, swallowing hard a few times to distract himself from it. Demyx's hands flew over the strings of the large instrument, fingers plucking with the kind of practiced delicacy that comes only from years of experience. Those fingers were so light, so gentle-Luxord sighed audibly in gazing at them, but the sound went thankfully unheeded by the artist intricately weaving his trade before him.
The song swelled on, crashing into a crescendo and then pulling away, softly drifting again into a silence that rang with only the vibrations of the sympathetic strings of the sitar. Luxord glanced up from his intent focus on Demyx's surprisingly calloused hands and felt his breath catch in his throat-dark blue eyes watched him with a mixture of expectation and something else. Was it the need for approval?
"What did you think?" the younger man asked, biting his lower lip. His forehead was lightly speckled with beads of sweat, no doubt worked up through the intense amount of concentration and physical effort it had taken to play the overly difficult notes.
"Beautiful," Luxord breathed.
Demyx brightened. "Really? Most people don't think much of sitar music."
Luxord stood up from the low table at which he had been failing to play Solitaire for the past ten minutes, strode across to Demyx, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Those people don't know what they're missing, love," he said gently. "Nor did I, until now." And without thinking at all about the possible repercussions of what he was about to do, Luxord knelt down and planted a gentle kiss on those young, smiling lips.