Heavy pants filled the room the moment Xigbar, or Luxord, open the door and fell onto Xigbar's bed, with Luxord on top. Luxord was the first to pull back from the kiss as Xigbar groan, face flushed, as he looked at the ceiling.
"Fuck, Luxy," He whispered out, causing Luxord to growl in response.
"I told you not to call me that." He mumbled against Xigbar's skin, nipping at his ear. Xigbar moaned, as his stomach squeezed itself as the heat around his groin grew.
"K-keep doing that," He panted out, wrapping his legs around Luxord's waist, groaning as the wave of pleasure hit them both when Xigbar pulled him closer.
"I don't want to do anything we'll regret, Xig." Luxord whispered, though, it didn't stop his wondering hands from pressing against Xigbar's shirt. Xigbar, at that time, was lost in his own little world of color; fuck, he didn't care what Luxord was saying, just as he kept doing that with his hands.
"F-fuck me, Lux. Please." Xigbar begged, thrusting his hips up once again, and groaning. Luxord eyes fluttered close for a moment before looking at the hot and tight body below him. Xigbar was doing all he can, wiggling and squirming, to get more pleasure, more heat from the man up top, and fuck, who was Luxord to say no to something so sexy?
"As you wish, love." He whispered into his ear as his hand slid into his shirt, and the blush on Xigbar's face brighten, legs wrapping firmly around the blond.
"A-ah, Lux..." He whimpered as he felt the blond tease his nipple until it harden. Luxord sneered down at the youth before him before grabbing his mouth, and kissed him harshly again. Xigbar whimpered, wrapping his arms around the man's neck, as the two fought for domanice. Luxord's other hand had slid down to feel each and every curve (this boy has women's curves!), until said hand landed firmly on his ass, and squeezed. Xigbar broke the kiss, moaning so loud it echo off against the walls, and he stared lustfully at Luxord.
It was that look that would surely haunt Luxord for the rest of his life.
Luxord groaned, hitting his alarm clock as it went off before drifting back to sleep.
Or, at least, tried to.
A pillow landed on his head, and Luxord shot one eye open before glaring at the blonde girl next to his bed. Said blonde sneered.
"Get up, Sleeping Beauty," The girl said, green-blue eyes vibrant as they want to be. "We're late for work." With that, Larxene left. Luxord sighed as he wonder for the fifth time that day why he'd left Twilight Town. Oh yeah, He thought, rolling his eyes. To find something better. He idly wonder if anyone missed him, and stopped himself right there.
No, he thought. He wouldn't think that. If he did, he'll realize how much they'll hate his guts and wanted to end him when he came back, or, rather, if he came back. He also didn't want to think about Xigbar.
The black-and-grey haired male must have thought otherwise of him, consider how he just up and left the younger teenager, but they both been drunk, they didn't mean the things they've said, and surely, Xigbar would put this pass behind him. The others? Probably not so forgiving.
Sighing to himself, Luxord got himself up and went to shower. After that, putting his clothes on, Luxord went down to join his wife. Yes, Larxene was his wife, and boy, did he regret it.
At first, when the two started out, they'd naturally hit it off; they flirted, drink a little, went back to his house, and have sex. They suddenly fell in love (or, at least, Luxord thought he did) and Luxord deicided right then and there that he wanted to spend his life with her forever.
Now, forever seemed two days later.
Larxene was a bitch; she took control of everything, and disreguarded Luxord as if he was invisible! They'd always fought, they never talked, and the only thing they did together was fucking inside their bedroom and go to sleep. Luxord really wished first impressions weren't so easily fooled. No matter though, Luxord was willing to compromise and as long as Larxene doesn't over step her bounderies, they were a fine, happy couple.
Pfft, yeah right.
"What were you doing up there that was taking so long? I doubt it was hair." Larxene asked, still, with a sneer on her face. Luxord sneered right back.
"Coming from someone who's ponytails looks like antennas, I doubt you're hardly in a position to talk about hair." Larxene glared, pointing a butter knife at him.
"Watch it, buddy, I may be your wife, but that doesn't mean I like this idea of yours to go see your friends." She hissed. "Espeically when it's been years." She said. To most people, it sounded like she was concern, but Luxord knew better. She was just itching to see a fight go down. Well, for once, Larxene might be right. Fights may occur, if Roxas, Leon, Cloud, Axel, or Riku didn't get to him first. Possibly Zexion as well.
"What I do in my spare time is none of your concern. Don't pity me too much, dear. You might lose your reputation for being a bitch." Luxord dodge the knife that been aiming for his face. Larxene growled lowly, eyes narrowed.
"Care to repeat that?" She asked in a low tone. Luxord smiled his usual shit-eating grin.
"No thanks, I rather keep my head." He said, getting up from the table as he place the dish into the sink. "I'll be back. Do try to keep yourself from getting bored, shall we, love?" Luxord was greeted with a fatal smile that means death was somewhere close by. Luxord took the hint and left, chuckling. A bitch she made be, but Larxene can prove quite an entertainment.
Luxord went about his day, ignoring everyone and everything. It all seem different, this Traverse Town, but Luxord didn't really care nor did he mind. All he really wanted was to go back home, and hopes everyone would forgive him, and espeically Xigbar. But it didn't mean anything. He told himself. Xigbar knows that. Or, at least, I think he does. I'd rather not make a big mess of everything.
But Luxord knows he couldn't keep running forever, and he also knows that he needed to remend the broken friendship he had undoubtfully caused when he'd ran away from Xigbar.
What was that saying again? Oh yes...
Fuck My Life.