Freud awoke to the sound of the clinking of silverware. He slowly sat up, peering curiously towards the center of the room. The lights were out, but flickering shadows danced around the room, cast by flames cradled by the skeletal fingers of bone white candles. It took a moment for the scene to register in Freud's mind.

What time is it, even?

And amidst it all, Lux was seated in one of the chairs, one of his legs crossed over the other and his fingers steepled under his chin, supported by his elbows propped up on the table.

In front of him and across from him were two steaming hot meals- on expensive looking plates rested an assortment of delicious looking things- beef, carrots, onions, mushrooms and more, resting in a sea of darkly colored sauce. In bowls on the side were broccoli covered in hollandaise sauce. It looked fairly expensive.

Freud rubbed at his eyes and stretched. He smiled sleepily as Lux peered at his stomach while his nightshirt rode up. "Pervert."

"You of all people should have noticed by now that I'm not interested in such things," Lux remarked. It was true; Freud had, by then, developed a sneaking suspicion that the Black Mage had no interest in sexual things. He had never once seen Lux even so much as spare a glance for Hilla's bosom, or, were it simply that she was female the problem, look at the male guards that way. Freud understood that Lux's gaze just then had simply been a passing glance.

Freud shrugged and shifted around so that his bare feet were touching the floor. The candle-light reflected in his eyes mesmerizingly. "A candle-light dinner, though? Really, Lux?"

"If you're going to criticize this situation, why not bring up the fact that it's three in the morning?" Lux smirked.

Freud arched an eyebrow and padded over to the table. "Well, that, too," He raised a wine glass in acknowledgement and a silent request for the damn thing to be filled, if he was expected to stay awake.

The man across from him obliged, pouring red wine into the glass in a slow stream.

"And the occasion is...?"

"Today was the day that I first met you," Freud saw Lux toying with a fine chain around his neck as he sat down.

"And you specifically remember that, why..?" Freud murmured bemusedly. The first time they had met had been when Lux had appeared in front of Aria to suggest that she step down from her place as empress, hadn't it? That had been before the woman was lured out to 'discuss terms', only to be murdered by Lotus.

Lux shook his head and murmured something quietly. "You really don't remember, do you?"

"What?"

"Nothing," Lux twirled his wine glass around, watching the liquid swirl. Freud watched him as the liquid slid down his parted lips, and he drained the glass in one go.

Freud was relaxed as he ate, oddly at peace with his current situation. Maybe it was just the wine, but Lux looked almost alluring with his face flushed with alcohol and his eyes bright.

They ate leisurely, and talked of various things. Before long, Freud could see the sky lightening outside the window.

"Good night, Freud," Lux blew out the candles.

"More like morning," Freud commented wryly. And then the Black Mage was standing up, chair a quiet cacophony in its scrape against the floor, and he was all too close.

Freud felt lips press against his temple in a surreal moment, and then Lux was gone, leaving the scholar with a confused flush across his cheeks.

Teeth and tongue clashing against each other, and hands roaming over his chest, his shoulders. Freud was drowning in a sea of guilty pleasure and everything was a blur of red and blue, black and white. He was dancing and dancing and driven over the edge by claw-like nails digging into his back.

This was chess, wasn't it? Well, maybe being captured by the enemy wasn't so bad...

Make love, not war, right? Oh, Goddess, he was laughing now and this felt oh so right.

"Freud..."

Freud opened his eyes and was met with crimson red. Red eyes and a fleeting smile.

And then he was reeling, his head spinning as his eyes flew open and his fingers curled into the sheets.

Had Freud just dreamt... Lux and he...?

"Well."

To put it eloquently...

"What the fuck?" Freud breathed quietly.