[Not dead. Just breaking, more to come soon!]
The Life And Times Of Sexy Zexy and Foxy Roxy.
Previously titled The Marvelous Misadventures of FapFap
"Hello, gents. How've things been?" Luxord shuffles a deck of cards with a smirk, and the members settle into chairs or couches.
"Hey, Demyx." Larxene flounces by, leaning over to kiss the sitarist's cheek, then flounces back out of the room. Demyx blushes and coughs, avoiding the stares of the men on the couch. He shifts awkwardly and coughs, and Xaldin raises an eyebrow. He whistles and taps his pointer fingers together nervously, and several portals open as the other members settle in the room.
"Well, seems Nine has had a lovely week."
Vexen sank into a chair with a bored expression, barely withholding a sneer in Axel's direction. The redhead slowly lolled his head in Vexen's direction, tapping his fingers on a table. He smiles dangerously, and Vexen sniffs shallowly, resisting the urge to flinch. Axel leans forwards and opens his mouth, making the most perverse and disturbing gesture anyone, in this life or his last, had ever made at him. Vexen's eyes widen to the point of tears, and he thunked his head loudly on the back of his chair as he whipped back to get out of Axel's eye-line. Xigbar clears his throat rather loudly, cracking his knuckles. Axel pulls his tongue into his mouth and glances in Xigbar's direction as the other man rolls his eyes.
Lexaeus sits next to Vexen, and the scientist inwardly sighs in relief. Xigbar portals in, late as usual, and Marluxia flaunts his way into the room, sitting a little too close to both Lexaeus and Xaldin. Both men glance down at the feathered hair between them, then at each other. Lecherous grins are shared, and Marluxia withholds a squeak as hands encase around him, four large, rough, warm hands. He sinks back with a squeak, hidden between the bodies from everyone else.
"Everyone's here? Good. Anyone have and complaints, or suggestions, before we start?" Luxord rolls cards between his fingers as he glances around at the majority of the Organization, and Demyx blushes maroon, mumbling something.
"What's that?" Xigbar snaps his attention on the dirty blonde, and Demyx jumps and hurriedly mumbles something about clones, waving his hands around. Lexaeus smirks in recognition, flashing small-pupiled eyes in his direction.
"Right... so my fellow neophytes, we're all in agreement Roxas is doing well still? We can always switch him out for Demyx or Marluxia."
Luxord laughs as Demyx squawks, not used to being the center of attention for so long. Saix's face muscles twitch, then he slides a long, beefy arm over the boy's shoulders, taking pity on him. Everyone's attention turns to where they can make out Marluxia's pointy toed boots, with a bit more heel than is generally acceptable, but they lose him around the calves, and no audible noise comes from him. Xaldin and Lexaeus are stony faced, looking innocent, but there is a glint in their eyes that makes Axel throw back his head and laugh. Marluxia's boots began to quake, and Xigbar coughs loudly.
"We all agree that Zexion is doing good..." Xigbar shrugged and looked around, lost as to what was next.
"This set up seems to be going quite well indeed, far beyond my own expectations." The heads turned at the sight of the voice, Xemnas' lips quirking lightly, leaning over Luxord's chair, the blonde tenses and Xemnas' knuckles brush his shoulder-blades. Cards slip from his hands, fluttering all over the floor. Xigbar catches Vexen's glance and smirks, rolling his eyes toward the pair.
"Anyone wanna share their experiences?" Axel asks, waggling flaming red eyebrows.