A/N- Sorry I was on haitus and was being lazy. And I really do love gay guys, especially Axel and Roxas, the gay bashing just fit the conversation. Don't hurt me.

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The red-head looked for a long time at his son. "Marluxia, what is that supposed to mean?" The younger man just shook his head.

"Tell dad we have company when he gets home pleaser. Poor Nene doesn't need that kind of scarring as well." He walked off leaving Axel standing there, one finger on his temple. Eyes narrowed, he turned back into the kitchen.

Axel picked up the phone beside the stove and dialed a number. "Zex? Yeah, it's Axel Ishida. Got some questions for you."

Marluxia vaguely heard his red-headed father talking to someone, but he didn't care. He had sat in the operating room with that damn doctor and his precious nymph for twenty-eight hours and didn't sleep. Now he was dead tired and barely standing up. He carefully made his way into his room, taking care not to drop Larxene, and some analytical part of his mind that still worked noted that his carpet had been cleaned of Larxene's blood. With his last bit of strength, he laid her down on his bed and shucked off his jeans, tossing them somewhere in his massive room.

Silently, he collapsed next to the blonde on his velveteen coverlet. Taking her in his arms, he moved under the covers and promptly fell asleep. A couple of hours later he was woken by the phone next to his bed ringing. He looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand and groaned. It read 6:33. That meant Axel was at work and he didn't know if Roxas was home yet. He looked at the name on the caller ID and swore. As he answered the phone, he swung out of bed and grabbed a robe, padding down the long hallway to his living room. "Ishida household, may I help you?"

"Where the HELL is my daughter?" The voice on the other end shouted.

"Excuse me sir, I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

"Don't give me that line of bullshit, Ishida. I know Larxene is over in that big fancy ranch house." The British voice was cold. "I know she's friends with that gay fag Marluxia."

Marluxia scowled, and then controlled his face and voice as he answered, "Excuse me, sir, there is another call on the line."

"Don't you dare hang up on me, Roxas Ishida, you don't have the spine. I will have my lawyer come up there and sue you and your cocksucker husband's gay asses."

This time Marluxia let some of the fury seep into his voice while replying, "Mr. Savage, one, do not threaten my family. Two, I have photo evidence of beatings on Larxene Andromeda Savage's back. Three, this phone call was recorded and I will have you sued for slander against Roxas and Axel Ishida and their son Marluxia Ishida if you so much as think about calling your lawyer. Now I will let you go as I have another call on the line." Marluxia pressed the flash button, switching phone calls. "Hello?" His voice was weary.

"Marl, are you okay, son?" Marluxia allowed himself a tired smile at the sound of his dad's voice.

"Yeah dad. Just exchanged words with Luxord Savage again."

"What's going on? Wait, don't tell me yet. Let me get home first. Speaking of which I'll be there about 10:30. Anything I should know before I get home?" Roxas' voice held a smile as he spoke to his son.

"Nene is here and Luxord is on the warpath."

"Alright. Well my plane is here, so I'll see you when I get home. Love you, son."

"Bye, dad." Marluxia hung up and went back to his room. Larxene was still asleep and since he was awake anyway, he figured he might as well get dressed. Just as he finished pulling on a pair of socks, he heard his best friend's stomach rumble. With a chuckle, he went to fix breakfast.

When Larxene woke up, the sun was just peaking through the east windows and the scents of sausages and waffles floated down the hall. Marluxia poked his head in, "Hungry?" She moved to get up, nodding. "Uh uh, missy," He moved to the bed, pushing her back down, "You've been out for over 36 hours and besides I'm going to show you how you ought to be treated. Stay in bed." He blew her a kiss, and then retreated, laughing as she attempted to throw a small pillow at him.

A minute later, he returned, bearing a tray loaded with chocolate chip waffles, sausage links, and apple juice. "Mmm, Marly you can cook?" She croaked voice hoarse. He just grinned and climbed into bed next to her.

"Eat up, Nene." He reached over to steal a sausage link. She slapped his hand and resume eating.

"So what happened? The last thing I remember was that creepy doctor friend of yours putting me under."

"Finish eating first," he leaned over and licked syrup off her chin then captured her mouth with kiss. "I need to stop that," he laughed and kissed her again. The phone rang, startling them. Marluxia rolled over to the nightstand to grab the phone. "Shit, Nene, stay here and eat. I'll be back in a minute." He got up, blowing her another kiss as he went out of the door.

"Ishida here," Larxene heard as he headed down the hall.

"What do you want with my sister, Ishida?" Marluxia rolled his eyes as Demyx Savage snapped drunkenly at him.

"That's none of your business, Savage."

"Fucking bastard." Marluxia looked the phone as he heard Demyx fall down the stairs after trying to insult Marluxia. With a shrug, he a hung up and went back to his room.

"What was that about, Marly?" Larxene asked, finishing off her waffles.

"Missed a spot," he licked a bit of chocolate off her face. They were quiet for a moment, then, "Hey, how much do you trust me not to take advantage of you?"

"I trust you. I came to you when I started to break didn't I?" She held out her arms to the larger man. He picked her up grinning.

"How does a bath sound?"

"Divine. You'll be joining me, I suppose," she asked wickedly.

"Of course, my nymph, I have to make sure you don't fall asleep on my again and drown," he responded with a wink, carrying her into his spacious bathroom. They were silent as he started to fill the enormous bathtub. Without asking, he pulled off the tee he had put on her hours before. He jerked his own shirt off, baring his broad, muscled chest. He allowed her to remove her own jeans as he grabbed to large, fluffy towels. Back still to her, he slid off his sage green jeans and the boxer briefs underneath. Comfortable with his own nakedness, he turned around and gazed with appreciation at Larxene, "You're beautiful, Nene."

He set the towels next to the bathtub and scooped her up in his arms. Without hesitation, her mouth found his. She hoped with all her heart that he felt the same way about her as she did him and poured it into the kiss. She shivered, making them both start to sweat as heat started to build where their skin touched. "Spirits, Nene." He stepped into the spacious tub, Larxene's arms around his neck.

As the steamy water hit her tender back, Larxene let out a long hiss. "Damn. Marluxia, enough of this." He stopped her with another kiss, not wanting to find out what 'this' was.

"Hush, Nene. Now's not the time," he took some of his jasmine scented shampoo and lathered it up, massaging it into her shoulder length hair. She wriggled a bit in front of him, getting comfortable in the spa –sized tub. She blushed as she heard Marluxia echo her hiss and felt something warm and hard press against her ass. His hands were skilled on her scalp, but he was finished washing her hair so she took the opportunity to dive under the water.

As Larxene went under, Marluxia let out a small moan as her slender hips brushed his body with an untrained sensuality. With effort, he kept himself seated and made himself lather up shampoo to start washing his own hair. He froze before his hands reached his hair, as he felt slender fingers wrap themselves around his hard shaft. They moved slowly, exploring and soon Marluxia was panting. He looked down and caught a hunger in the turquoise eyes that were peaking up at him from just above the water. With a throaty growl, he grabbed Larxene out of the water, and seating her on his lap, he kissed her hard enough to bruise. One hand slid from her shoulders to her bottom and the warm cavern nestled under a thatch of curly white-gold hair between Larxene's legs. One quick movement of his hand and one long digit slid inside of his best friend.

She gasped, feeling a pleasure she'd only read about. His hand gently pumped inside her as his thumb searched between her folds to find the little button of pleasure hidden there. "Marl…uxi…a," she moaned as he found it. She gripped his hair as his other hand massaged her breasts. He felt her climax coming and muffled her scream with another kiss.

"Um… Marl?" a blonde man poked his head around one of the doors. "Well, now," his sea blue eyes looked at the pair. "I was wondering when you two would start getting intimate." He sat on the toilet as Larxene dove back under water.

"Spirits, can you knock next time, dad? Marluxia asked, still slightly aroused. "I think you gave poor Nene a heart attack."

"I did knock, you obviously just couldn't hear me," the older man laughed.

"Roxas!" Axel shouted from somewhere in the house.

"Just a sec, babe," he called back. "Riah and I used to be the same way until I realized I was gay and met your dad. Now me and Axel still act like that," he winked at Marluxia as he stood up, brushing his dark green slacks off. "Finish showering, you two." He left locking the door behind him.

Marluxia stood, pulling Larxene up with him. "You don't need to be ashamed, hun." He pulled the drain letting the water escape from the massive bathtub. With a smile, he flipped on the showerhead, cascading warm water around the pair. Without a word, Marluxia tenderly washed Larxene's body, starting to calm her down.

As he was washing her back, he heard her mutter something. He shrugged, figuring she would tell him if it was important. Something occurred to him though. "Hey, I have a question."

She looked at him sleepily, "Yes?"

"Do you mind my kisses? I mean, I know I should've asked before I kept kissing you, but you didn't stop me and," she stopped him, putting her hand over his mouth.

"Hush a minute. Of course I don't mind, spirits, Marly, I kissed you back. I just need to know where this relationship is going to head, especially after our," she fumbled for a word, "interlude." She rinsed her body looking thoughtful. "We've always been best friends but, oh never mind." She climbed out of the tub, grabbing a towel as she went. Without looking back, she left the bathroom.

She shook her head upon entering her best friend's bedroom. Someone (she suspected Roxas) had laid clothes out for her on Marluxia's bed. Hastily she dressed and scribbled a note, which she left on the bed for Marluxia to find, and climbed out the window to head home.

Attempting to sneak back into her house turned out to be a bad idea. The first thing she heard as she entered was her older brother's voice calling from the landing, "Daddy, guess who's home?"

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A/N - I HATE this chapter... I may rewrite it later.