Oh em gee. Something is finally happening.

But seriously, I love Marluxia. I love his relationship with Aerith, implying that he cares...but still makes her do the things he hates. I love that he is surprised by the fact that he has a heart in this fic, and I love that he isn't hideously out of character.

Oh, and special note to A D Williams; no Axel did not get de-clawed. Sorry for not answering your review. To de-claw would be to remove the whole nail, which would be a bit messed up, even for me. No, he has thick, long claws, and they were clipped down, causing pain since the nail does crve a bit and is thick, so being cut in a straight line would be painful.


Chapter Nine

Luxord…

Dammit, how'd he find you?

He's talking to you.

Try not to fall asleep, pay attention.

I'm thinking about leaving…

What?

Why on earth would he do that? How could he come to such a conclusion? Wasn't this place good enough? Why would he leave…?

Would you be willing to come with me?

No. No, no, no! That's far too dangerous. Change his mind. Get him to see that this isn't a good idea, do something! Don't let him leave…

Don't let him leave…

….

Luxord opened his eyes, blinking and staring into the darkness. He stared up, blinking a few times as he tried to recall where he was. He pulled himself up from his bed, a hand covering his aching head as he shook his head slowly.

What was that….a dream?

Luxord closed his eyes, trying to remember what he had dreamed about. It was all so blurry, he could barely remember what it was that he had dreamt in the first place. Luxord yawned, letting an arm move the veil that surrounded his bed. He glimpsed out the window, making out the dark sky.

It was very early…too early.

Luxord yawned again, shaking his head as he flopped back into the sheets. He stared up at the ceiling of the bed post, slowly recalling small bits of details that were from his dream.

Bright colors…yes that seemed to be the very first thing he could point out. So many bright colors; yellow, green, orange…so much of these colors. Where had he been? Where was this place?

Who was talking to him? Why couldn't he remember?

Luxord could feel another ache as he tried to remember more, but this time it wasn't his head. He looked down, feeling a strange sadness creep up on him as he tried to remember more about who he was with. He could recall the words…but the voice, as well as the person…it drew up blanks. And, for some reason, it hurt him.

…could it be that this was more than just a dream? Luxord frowned, curling up a bit as he tried even more to remember what he had dreamt. Why else did it cause him pain? It had to be, it just had to be.

Luxord, once again, cast the veil to the side, looking over to the door.

He needed to ask…no, it was too late for that. Aerith was either home or sleeping in a guest room, and it would be rude to wake her up. And he couldn't very well bother Marluxia this late at night either. No, he would have to ask either one of them in the morning…assuming he would remember by then.

Luxord hissed angrily. It was frustrating.

Would he remember what he had dreamt in the morning? What if he fell asleep and woke up forgetting the whole thing? Then again, what if he fell asleep and recalled the small memory, if it was actually a memory, again?

But what if it was? It bothered him so to think that he might lose such a thing so quickly if he were to do something as simple as fall asleep. The only way he could figure whether it was a real memory was asking someone who would know better…

Once again, Luxord's eyes were glued to the door.

It was, what he felt to be, a desperate plea. Surely Marluxia would understand, right? Something like this would not be taken lightly, considering his situation

Right?

Luxord moved over to the edge of the bed, grabbing the clothing that he had strewn onto the floor and dressed himself up. He kept making the occasional glances over to the door, a part of him worried about upsetting Marluxia, should he be asleep in his bed.

Luxord's feet touched the cool floor, and his senses instantly sharpened as he realized just how serious this was.

Too serious.

No…he just couldn't do this.

Luxord stood up, staring silently at the door. He knew better by this point that there were consequences to the actions he did…bothering Marluxia could do no good.

Well…what then? Was he really just going to stay awake and wait till morning arrived? Could he even pull that off without falling asleep?

Luxord sighed…did he have any other choice?


Axel stared dimly at the two locked doors in front of him. He leered, not blinking once, as he sat on the floor, his body leaning tiredly against the wall.

He could see the light leaking from the other side of the door…and from that, he could detect movement.

His body stiffened up as he watched the shadow move from side to side, pacing around the door. Axel listened carefully as he made out the sounds of the boots hitting the smooth flooring, barely capable of making out the mutters from the other side.

Axel glanced around the room, reminding himself that he was still trapped. The only way out was locked, and even if it wasn't he couldn't imagine him even taking that route. He wasn't about to bow down to some child…

…a child, how on earth could he belong to a child? It just made no sense. The very fact that someone could be bought and sold, like a common item…

Axel recalled the small bag in Roxas' hand. He remembered the boy handing the bag over to the dark dressed men, remembering how eager they were to take the small bag from him.

Was that money? That small bag? And was that all he was worth?

Axel tucked his legs to his chest, taking a deep breath as he tried to keep himself from sobbing.

It was cold, he was hungry and alone, but he would not budge from his spot. As far as he was concerned, there was no point to. Axel knew there was only two options open for him; slavery or death. Roxas had said that Luxord was either dead or in the same situation…but Axel knew better. The idea of being owned by another was just incomprehensible…and it was dishonorable as well. He couldn't imagine Luxord abiding to such a lifestyle, and Axel couldn't imagine him doing it as well.

It seemed the only thing that he could do was let the night take him away…perhaps fall asleep and never wake up…

It was a dreadful thought…and it did scare him.

Axel didn't want to have to give think such thoughts. But it seemed as though he was given a choice to live a life worse than death, or just choose death…

A few tears ran down his cheeks as he closed his eyes. What was he supposed to do?


"Roxas," Larxene said as she began to go through her wardrobe. "I know you've made plans to leave this place, and I support this idea of yours, but for the time being you'll be needed here."

"You're leaving again," Roxas said, staring at the many suitcase that were laying about her room.

She had only been home for a short time, and now she was getting ready tot leave again? And to where exactly? This seemed rather sudden…

"yes," Larxene answered. "and, no, that isn't the only reason you'll be staying here and postponing your little adventure. You still have that filthy little Neko running around." she dropped one of her dresses and crossed her arms, staring hard at Roxas. "you've yet to come up with a solution to fix that…"

"I'm doing everything I can," Roxas said tiredly. "You just need to give me a bit more time."

"Well, my patience is running low," Larxene said, "I want that thing outside with all the other Nekos, where he belongs."

"He's from the south," Roxas pointed out.

"And what does that mean," Larxene asked.

"He can't handle cold weather that well," Roxas answered.

Larxene frowned, "does it look like I care? He's dirtied one of our guest rooms, and now he's wasting food too! So far we've spent a good amount of money on a wasteful creature such as him!"

"Don't worry," Roxas said, "I'll have him out soon…"

Larxene rolled her eyes.

"If it makes any difference, he's not eating any food being sent to him," Roxas said in a rather snide tone. "So it's not like he's eating any of your precious food…"

Larxene glanced over at her younger brother as she continued to go through her wardrobe, hading her servants several articles. "Like I said before, he's nothing more than a waste of money. A wild Neko, and a male at that, does not belong in a nice place such as this…he'll only make things worse."

Roxas sighed. There was no pleasing this woman.

He looked over at the opened suitcases, watching as several servant girls tidied up the belongings and carefully placing them in the bags.

"Where are you going," he asked.

"I wish," Larxene said, giving a huge sigh. "No, I'll be heading over to Clathora…"

"A vacation by the beach," Roxas asked curiously.

"No," Larxene answered. "A visit. I'll be planning to meet up with Marluxia. I've business to attend with him." Larxene turned around and smiled at her brother. "I'll hopefully be gone for more than a week, if things do go well."

Roxas, for some reason, didn't find this too pleasing to hear from his sister. The idea of her visiting all these older mean bothered him. Sure, Marluxia and Larxene were close in age, but a long period with her spending time with a single man made him worry a bit.

"Can I ask why you'll be with him for so long," Roxas asked, his head looking down a bit.

"I figured it's been a while since the two of us had spent time with one another," Larxene answered. "We used to be rather close, but over the years we've grown apart. Seeing him at the meeting reminded me that at one time we were friends."

Roxas didn't feel much better after hearing this. Id he did recall correctly, Larxene mentioned him over dinner once, making a remark on his handsome looks.

Oh…dear.

"Are you alright," Larxene asked suddenly, "you look rather pale?"

Roxas looked up to see his sister's surprisingly concerned expression. He looked over to the door, figuring it was better to stay out of his sisters business. Whenever she did tell him what was going on, he felt upset, and if he bothered to pout his two cents in he would only get himself in trouble.

"I'll be going," he replied hastily, making a dash over to the door.

There was no way he could be truthful with Larxene. Many of her actions worried him, and because she was so different from the average high class woman, her ideas and actions made him worry for her reputation. He cared about his family name…and it would be a lie if he said she didn't have anything to do with it, but he loved her as well. No matter how cruel she may be, he wanted to make sure she was alright. He wanted her to feel less threatened by his presence, but the things she did made him so…so mad!

Roxas walked up the small fleet of stairs, hurrying to go check the room Axel had occupied for more than a week. It was early in the morning, the sun had yet to rise, and he was sure now would be a perfect time to sneak in and check on the Neko.

Perhaps Axel would be tired and weak enough to listen to reason. He knew it was beyond the creature's capability to just die. No animal wanted to die, it was within its instincts to want to live…and Nekos had very strong instincts.

…right?

Roxas stared carefully at one of the doors, his hand shaking just a bit as he let his hand reach for the doorknob. His other hand gripped the skeleton key in his pants. Would it be a good idea to just walk in? Or perhaps he should knock first.

Axel had attempted to attack him before, and violence towards others didn't seem to bother him so much. It didn't seem too crazy to think Axel may attack him now, even in his current state. If anything, he may with even more aggression.

So…was knocking a good thing or bad things?

Roxas let his hand hit the door lightly, making a soft sound. He hit it a few times, hoping it would be enough to warn Axel that he was coming in. Surely Axel knew what politeness was.

Roxas waited a few moments, waiting to get a reaction from the other sound. He heard nothing. No movement, no noise whatsoever.

"Axel," Roxas said, his heading leaning closer to the door.

Still no sound.

Roxas felt a brief burst of fear hit him in the chest. Was the Neko readying himself for an ambush?

The boy held his breath as he let the key into the keyhole, hoping to god that this wasn't the case. He held on to the knob, still holding his breath as he turned it slowly.

He peered into the dark room, trying to get a good look around and spot where the older Neko may be hiding. He could make out the table, seeing plates of neglected food, and he could see a few things tossed about, mainly furniture, perhaps as an attempt for Axel to find a way to escape. He was sure that if he saw the windows that they would be scratched or cracked from attempts…

Roxas opened the door more, a foot entering the room as he got a better look around the room.

Where was Axel?

Roxas groaned. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him as he looked around the dark room, hoping to find at least a silhouetted form of the Neko. He walked carefully, trying not to make too much noise, his head shifting from one side to the next as he looked around.

The room was a mess…Larxene would kill him.

But the worry of what his sister would yell and scream at him quickly passed as he then saw the Neko lying on the floor, his body curled up in a ball. Roxas' eyes went wide as he hurried over, getting down on the floor to get a better look at Axel.

"Axel?"

No answer.

Roxas bit his lip. He let his shaky hand rest on the cool body, hoping to get a heart beat from the Neko.

Please don't be dead…

Roxas felt a faint, but steady heartbeat emit from the Neko, and felt an instant rush of relief hit him as he did. Axel was still alive…

He stared down at the pale Neko, taking note of his sickly appearance. Axel wasn't doing very well at all; the lack of nutrition and high amounts of stress, plus the rather cold weather along with the emotional pain…it had added up.

Roxas frowned as he placed his hand on Axel's head, surprised to find it rather cool as well.

The boy wanted to panic. He wanted to turn to someone and ask what to do. Axel obviously didn't have much left in him…and the last thins Roxas wanted was for the Neko to die. But any servants that were still awake or in the house were probably with Larxene, and he doubted whether his sister would care of Axel lived or died.

What to do…?

Well…Axel was pretty cold. Roxas looked down and stared at the redhead's pale body. He needed to be warmed up, and from there he would figure out what to do next.

He looked over to the bed, which was in shambles from Axel ripping it to shreds. The whole room was a mess really…

He needed to find a place, someplace warm and dry for Axel to heat up in. And it needed to be clean…

Roxas grabbed hold of the Neko, his arms wrapping around the others as he pulled his body up, taking the Neko along with him. He took a deep breath as he heaved the surprisingly heavy on his back. He heard Axel utter a weak grunt, possibly awake after the rough handling, but ignored it. He knew Axel was too weak to hurt him now.

"Don't worry," Roxas said, breathing hard under the weight. He wasn't really used to such heavy lifting, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. "I'll…do something. I'll fix you up."

He heard no reply come from Axel, but it only made Roxas the more determined to go and drag the Neko along.

….

….


Marluxia groaned as he looked out the window, frustrated to see that the sun hadn't yet rose from the horizon. He pulled himself away from the huge window, letting himself lazily lean against the wall as he tried to figure out whether he ought to go back to sleep or just start the day a bit earlier than usual.

All he could think about was that letter.

He knew Larxene would get it sooner or later, and that he would receive a response to it soon after. It had bothered him all night long, the very thought that she might be reading the letter, twisting the words about in her mind as she came to the conclusion that he was "excited" and "overjoyed" if she were to come over and "spend a few days" here…with him.

As sad as it sounded…he was actually excited that Zack may or may not be arriving here soon. Another man, no matter whom he may be, would give him an excuse to leave her with the care of another.

Mainly Aerith.

Marluxia peered out the window once more, glancing into the gray and pink tinted sky.

There would be harm in getting the day started early. Everyone would mistake him for actually attempting to get things done earlier, and would expect him to continue this in the future. But then, it was far too early for him to eat, to bathe, to do anything of real leisure, and he was still tired, so acts like reading or walking about wouldn't be much fun.

Marluxia looked over to his bed.

He was far past the point of no return, there was no way he could fall back asleep. Even if he did, he'd only end up over sleeping, and then he'd have to hear it from Aerith later on. He had a lot of work to do today, prepping the mansion up in case, as if Larxene wouldn't accept his forced invitation, Larxene showed up. Everything had to look nice for the guests after all.

Marluxia dressed himself, thinking up a list of things to do for the first day, assuming Larxene would magically arrive today. He'd have to make sure the most extravagant guest rooms; excluding Luxord's, were tidied up and decorated for her. He was sure he would have to have the garden spruced up, because god forbid a vine be too long, or a bush too gnarled for her liking. He'd have to have the horses, carriages, and all other forms of transportation fixed, because he couldn't imagine a woman not wanting to got out and have a bit of fun while she was away from home.

…and then he'd have to think of what to do with Zack or Luxord, mainly Luxord since he didn't know whether or not the Guardian would show up. Larxene owned fiend slaves, and the fact that Luxord lacked a collar, a mark of a slave, wore nice clothes-when he was asked to- ate when he wanted, did what he wanted, had free roam of the mansion, garden, barn, yard, the whole goddamn property, and had a room of his own, even control of several servants; it just wouldn't add up right. True, he could always lie to her and explain his situation; his family had always relied on human labor. It would only be reasonable to assume that since he never owned a Neko, he wouldn't know how to keep one in line. He had no slave huts, only a huge garden with a shed full of tools, and keeping Luxord in there would just be silly! The only other place to keep in would be this very mansion, and if he was to stay in the mansion he would have to wear nice clothes, he would not have him running about half naked in front of the women.

Of course, the female servants actually didn't mind him walking around without a shirt. They didn't mind at all.

Of course, considering how long he had Luxord, Larxene would probably comment about how he should have ordered a collar or how he should have hired someone to clip Luxord's claws. Marluxia would have to think of some sort of excuse for that.

Speaking of which.

Marluxia stopped dead in his tracts as he glanced into the leisure room, spotting a sleeping Luxord. His jaw dropped a bit as he wondered whether the beds just weren't good enough for Luxord, or whether the furniture was just that comfortable. No, he was quite sure Luxord was in his room last night. He checked!

Marluxia sighed. No, no, no; Larxene would probably be coming over in several days. He couldn't have Luxord wandering about the place during the night. Marluxia had worried over whether or not he would be attacked, a fear that had dissolved long ago, but he was sure Larxene wouldn't stand for it. Luxord was a Neko; Larxene didn't want a wild Neko running around at night. A maleNeko running around at night. It just wouldn't work.

Marluxia stomped over into the room with the intent of waking Luxord up. He wasn't sure how he was going to do it, but he needed to make sure Luxord understood that he needed to stay in his room at night. Maybe he ought to drug him…

"Luxord," Marluxia said tiredly. He stared down at the sleeping body.

Luxord looked as though he was at peace. It almost made Marluxia feel bad that he was bothering the Neko. Marluxia remembered the last time he woke up the Neko, recalling the effects of what happened soon after. His face prickled red as he washed the thought away from his focus. Now was not the time for that. No, as much as he enjoyed the idea of playing around, he had to be a bit stricter, especially during such serious matters.

"Luxord," Marluxia said again.

Luxord didn't budge. He was deep asleep.

Maybe physical attention was the only way to wake him up?

Once again, Marluxia pushed the thought away from his mind.

Marluxia noticed that Luxord was actually wearing clothes. The shirt, despite Luxord sleeping on his stomach, wasn't buttoned up, but he was still dressed decently.

Luxord fell asleep in his clothes? No…

He gave another look and stared carefully at the Neko, His clothes were a tad wrinkled, but it didn't tell him much. He did have a hard time believing Luxord wore the clothes all night long though.

Marluxia heard a small mutter emit from the Neko, and then suddenly remembered that he had to wake Luxord up, not stare him.

Marluxia gave another groan, shaking his head. He leaned down and placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder, giving a small shake.

"Luxord, wake up," Marluxia said still giving the shoulder a good shake. He felt some movement, and he watched as Luxord's body curled up a bit, his peaceful facial expression changing a bit from being disturbed.

He heard a soft whine, a sign that Luxord was finally awake. He backed up a bit as the curled body began to stretch itself out, watching as two tired blue eyes made contact with his.

Marluxia smiled, "you're awake."

Luxord groaned, blinking several times as he tried to grab hold of what was going on.

"You need to get to your room," Marluxia said in a calm matter. Although he was planning on being a bit strict with Luxord, he found it to be much more difficult. That, and Luxord looked absolutely adorable when he was tired and cranky.

"…what," Luxord finally murmured. He blinked a few more times as he picked himself up, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he sat himself on the couch. He looked up and stared up at Marluxia. "…there was….something…"

"You're tired," Marluxia said. "You need to sleep in your room, not where ever you please. We may have a guest coming over soon, it would be rather…"

Marluxia trailed off as he saw the now frustrated look on Luxord's face. Luxord seemed disgruntled, as though something were bothering him. Marluxia worried whether he had interrupted Luxord, after all, the Neko was about to say something. Was that it?

"Luxord," Marluxia asked.

Luxord looked to Marluxia, his ears perking up a bit. "Yes," he muttered.

"…did I interrupt you," Marluxia asked.

Luxord looked down again.

"Was there something you wanted to say to me," Marluxia asked.

Luxord frowned, "I…I can't really remember." He sighed, shaking his head and sinking a bit into the seat. "I know…but…I just can't remember what it was." He looked up at Marluxia, looking upset, "I just…I don't know."

Marluxia nodded his head.

"You're still tired," he said, "It'll come to you when you're more alert." He stood up and crossed his arms looking off to the door. "You need rest…you were obviously awake longer than what I assumed. That's not good for your healing body."

"I suppose you're right," Luxord said, still a bit upset. "No…you're absolutely right."

Luxord stretched his legs out, yawning just a bit. Marluxia kept leering away from the Neko, only making an occasional glance toward his direction.

Luxord wasn't that helpless, was he? He was showing signs of improvement, but he was forgetting things now? Maybe he should write to Vexen about Luxord…

Marluxia blushed a bit. How on earth could he feel so worried for someone he didn't know very well? Luxord would probably kill him with his memory intact, seeing that there were so few wild Nekos that were open to humans. Then again, considering how well he's been treated, Luxord may still be friendly towards him.

Why was he thinking this anyways? What did it matter whether Luxord remembered anything or not? Whether he got his memory back or not? Wasn't the plan to benefit from Luxord, to let Xemnas see that he was not all too radical and different? It didn't matter what happened to Luxord, so long as Marluxia was not seen as something to keep an eye on was all that mattered…

…or should matter.

"Marluxia?"

Marluxia looked over to see Luxord staring at him with a rather confused expression.

"I was thinking to myself," Marluxia said, turning around.

"About what," Luxord asked.

"What goes on in my mind is far too complicated for you to comprehend," Marluxia hastily said. "But, I suppose, if you must know, I was thinking about you…and Xemnas."

"Xemnas?" Luxord folded his arms. "I don't think you've mentioned a Xemnas before?"

"He's someone I know," Marluxia replied. Almost immediately after saying this Luxord took interest. Marluxia shook his head and smirked. "And believe me when I say he's nothing you would want to know about. Unless you're one born of high class, he means nothing but trouble-your kind especially."

"Why always my kind," Luxord asked. "It seems as though being what I am mean nothing but trouble from you…"

"…that's because it is, Luxord," Marluxia answered with a shrug. He didn't have to look at Luxord to guess he was upset by this answer. "It's rather hard for me to explain, but understand that what people see in a Neko is what they've been seeing for years…it's not easily changeable."

He gave a quick glance to see Luxord nodded his head, though a bit disappointed in his vague answer. Marluxia slowly began to walk off, expecting Luxord to follow him, though he didn't bother looking. It did sort of bother him though. Luxord knew nothing, and Marluxia figured it was a bit of his responsibility to explain how the world worked…but how was he supposed to explain something as alien as slavery? And how was Luxord supposed to handle such a concept; that his kind was a form of free labor?

Marluxia stopped.

Damn.

He turned around and walked over to the Neko, grabbing Luxord's hand roughly. There was a quick jolt from Luxord, his expression showing surprise from the sudden contact. He waited for Luxord to settle down a bit before finally speaking.

"I don't think your bad," Marluxia said bluntly. He regretted saying this about a second later.

Luxord just stared.

"…what?"

"People take advantage of your kind," Marluxia answered. "They think, because you look different, that they can do whatever they want…no matter how cruel it may seem." He let go of Luxord's hand and looked down. "You're…a tool to them."

Marluxia looked back up and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he said. "But…that's how it works…and that's what Xemnas sees in you."

Luxord still looked rather surprised, though his facial expression seemed to have relaxed a bit after Marluxia let go of him. But he was still shocked nonetheless.

Marluxia couldn't blame him.

"So…people use me," Luxord asked.

"As a form of labor," Marluxia answered.

"…why?"

"…I honestly don't know, but as I mentioned, it may because you're simply different," Marluxia answered. He sighed. "That' usually how it works."

"But that doesn't seem very fair," Luxord said.

Marluxia felt a tint of guilt hit him as he heard those words.

"Yeah…I know," he replied.

"…and you can't change it," Luxord asked.

"…well…"

Actually, it was possible, but Marluxia doubted such a thing could ever occur. Although elves were no longer a source of labor, the only reason why the act was passed was because the elves revolted. And they had help as well as resources they could depend on. Aside from the Neko that live in Haii, Marluxia couldn't think of a valid source that could help produce weaponry or sanctuary. And the citizens of Haii would never commit to an act like this, being that they had just begun to trade with them for certain resources they lacked, as well as other ethical reasons.

But it was possible. If the votes added up, then sure, Neko's could be free form a life of servitude.

Luxord must have read his mind, because right after thinking this he then asked Marluxia; "Can you change it…?"

Marluxia bit his lip.

"I could attempt it," he answered. It was as truthful of an answer as he could get. "But there is no guarantee that it would happen."

"But you would try," Luxord asked.

Marluxia stared into the Neko's hopeful eyes, seeing them filled with just a bit of light in them. What would he be if he said no? There was no punishment for coming up with possible laws or acts, as long as they were within regulation. All Luxord was asking was that he try.

And Luxord really wanted this.

"I'll try," Marluxia said. Why? Why was he doing this? Why was he letting this Neko get the best of him? It couldn't be just because he was helpless, because they had a few intimate moments together…

Did he actually…care about Luxord?

"But I can't promise anything good will happen!" Marluxia hurriedly added, his face red from the horrific thought that such a thing was capable. It was one thing to act for pure pleasure or gain, another when there was emotional ties to it. Marluxia couldn't handle such a thought.

Not that Luxord cared.

He was rather pleased from hearing this. No, he was quite happy to hear this. And Marluxia almost forgot how bad it was to think such thoughts before looking at Luxord and thinking them all over again. A part of him enjoyed seeing Luxord happy. But it was wrong. If Luxord were at least female then what he was currently feeling right now wouldn't be a problem. Hell, if Luxord were human then it would be somewhat acceptable.

But he wasn't!

He wasn't; he was a goddamned N-

But all thoughts went blank in Marluxia's mind as he felt Luxord's soft lips press lightly against his. His eyes went wide as he felt them press against his, Luxord being the one to actually take action. Marluxia froze in place as he felt his hand being grabbed by Luxord's in a firm grip, the space between them quickly diminishing.

And like that, Marluxia found himself grabbing hold of the blonde, taking immediate control of the situation as his arms wrapped around Luxord's waist, his lips crushing against the others, and his whole being begging for more. Luxord didn't seem to mind Marluxia's advance though, so he pressed on forcing himself on the other. He broke the kiss only after his lips began to feel a bit sore, and gave him and Luxord a brief break from the other before going right back. But instead of bruising Luxord's lips more he moved down to the Neko's neck, immediately beginning to lay little kisses all over the pale skin. This time Luxord was a bit more surprised, jumping just a bit when his skin felt the tingled sensation of the other on his neck. Marluxia kept a hold of him, feeling the other squirm a bit before settling down and letting him continue on with leaving small marks on his neck.

What was he doing exactly? Sure, it was early in the morning, early enough to get away with it, but wouldn't this eventually bite him in the back?

Sadly, these thoughts didn't enter Marluxia's mind, especially not after tasting Luxord's sweet skin. The blonde had heated up a bit, and Marluxia loved it. He loved hearing the weak moans escape from his throat, and he enjoyed nipping and sucking in his skin. He felt Luxord's hands grab on to his shoulder, his sharp claws digging into this clothing, but not piercing any skin. Marluxia let go of Luxord's waist, figuring that Luxord holding on to him meant they wouldn't be parting anytime soon, and let his hands explore Luxord's body. His shirt wasn't buttoned, so Marluxia could feel the heat radiate from his sensitive skin. His mere touch causing the other to whine a bit from frustration.

God, this was wonderful.

Marluxia had to pull himself away from Luxord to let himself catch a breather before finally staring down the other. Luxord still had his hands digging into Marluxia's shoulders, and thought a bit awkward, the two managed to blush when meeting the others eye contact.

Marluxia smirked, staring at the surprised Neko.

Luxord blinked a few times, still taking in what had just happened.

"You started it," Marluxia then said, pushing the blame to the other.

"I did," Luxord asked. He didn't seem upset by this. In fact, Marluxia could've sworn that Luxord was impressed by this.

"You did," Marluxia said, still smiling. His eyes wandered about Luxord's body. He could see Luxord's chest, his body still permeating the heat of passion. He was breathing hard, still excited, and Marluxia was sure Luxord wanted more. "And you'll be finishing it as well," he then added with a cruel hint to his voice.

Luxord's eyes lit up a bit.

Marluxia's smile grew even more, ecstatic to see that Luxord wanted to continue this forbidden act. Screw everything else, he wanted the Neko now.

"Finish," Luxord asked.

"Yes," Marluxia replied, grabbing hold of Luxord again. He gave a small glance to the furniture, wondering if it would be crude to commit such acts upon it. He frowned…no, it would have to wait a bit. They needed the assured privacy of a bedroom.

Oh well…a few minutes hopefully wouldn't kill them.

"Remember when I told you Zack and Aerith do more than just kiss," Marluxia said, his fingers grazing across Luxord's face. He let his head lean against Luxord's, his blue eyes gleaming excitedly at the others as he placed a small kiss on the Neko's forehead. "Do you want to know what happens next?"

There wad only a small pause before Luxord finally answered.

"…yes."


Gee, I wonder what will happen next chapter?