"If that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about, I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout."

Marluxia BGM: The Moment of Conception-David Byrne

"Nnh, Marluxia! Harder!"

I obey willingly as I thrust harder into the naked body beneath mine. His legs wrap tighter around my waist.

"Marluxia..." This time it's said like I'm sort of god. Which I am, a sex god.

"Zexion," I moan against my will, the tempo increasing as we approach climax.

I awake to a pillow-muffled shout.

Glancing around, I take in the messed sheets and otherwise empty bed. The dream has stopped, so why not the moaning?

"Ahh, Zexion!"

...

There's a lot to be said for sound insulation. Someone should tell Leon about its wonders.

"Fuck," I sprawl back on the sheets.

One freezing shower later I'm milling about the house looking for some sort of escape. I wind up outside by the pool which glows a sedate chlorine green from the sensor-tripped lights.

I take out a cigarette and light up. I know it's bad for your health, or whatever, but that first drag does more to ease my frayed nerves than the cold shower did. I'm starting on the second cigarette when I hear soft footfalls behind me. I don't need the strong scent of shampoo and body wash to tell me it's Zexion. He sits beside me and rolls up his pant legs to dangle his feet in the water beside mine.

You might think it's awkward to face someone you just had a wet dream about, but lately I can't close my eyes without seeing Zexion spread out naked on my bed. You get used to it.

He steals the cigarette from between my lips. I allow him a drag before stealing it back.

"Those are bad for you, you know?" he says.

I snort delicately and ignore his good advice, tasting him on the paper.

He takes it back again, "Cigarette kiss," I mutter stupidly to fill the silence. He grins around it and leans forward, taking it out of his mouth. His lips touch mine and he blows the smoke into my mouth. He tastes like mint and tobacco.

"That is a cigarette kiss."

"It's called-"

"Demyx thinks we should have sex."

I manage the incredible feat of choking on nothing, "What?! I thought now you two were together he'd be super territorial, keep you on a leash to stay away from me."

"What makes you think we're together?" He asks coolly, staring across the water, smoking like he was in a Marlboro ad, like he was the fucking Marlboro Man, or maybe just fucking him.

"Several things. One, only time I can see him giving you sex advice. Two, you're not a night shower-er, and three, the walls are thin, I heard you dipshit." I give him an affectionate slap to the back of the head.

He grins guiltily and runs his fingers through his hair in a way that makes mine itch to fix it. "Okay, one and three I can buy, especially three, but two is reaching, man."

I raise an eyebrow and he yields, "Fine. You're right on all counts. Happy?"

"Thrilled," I deadpan.

"We didn't actually- I mean we just-" he rubs at his mouth surreptitiously telling me more than I wanted to know about what they "just."

I shrug, "Whatever, babe, none of my business."

He shrugs, and goes to take another drag, which reminds whose property that little baby rightfully is. I steal it back. "So, Demyx thinks we should have sex why?" I prompt.

"He says it's to get the "guy I never slept with thing" to stop hanging over his head. He thinks I'm going to leave him for you."

"Would you?"

"No."

I stare. "I hope not." I stare some more. "I can see me getting drunk and doing you." A bit more staring. "Oh, stop that, you know I want you." He takes it back from me after another drag.

I smirk, "Just nice to hear sometimes."

He rolls his eyes and sticks his hand down my pocket, pulling out the pack of cigarettes.

"So, Demyx tells you his brilliant plan and you say..."

"I said no."

"Care to tell me why?"

"You know why."

I shrug, so what if I do? "You should go back up. Wouldn't want him to wake up to find you gone."

"Why? 'Cause I might be screwing you?"

"No, 'cause you might have changed your mind, you might have just been using him. The boy's damned insecure."

He frowns and slouches forward, elbows on his knees, cigarette dangerously close to the water. "You may have a point," he stands.

I raise a hand and he pulls me obediently to my feet, "I'll go in now then."

"Wait, Zex, one more thing." It's just so very tempting. "Hold your breath." I push him back into the pool. There was no malice in the action, I'm not angry, I just saw an opportunity and grabbed it. He breaks the surface with a loud splash and many a curse in my direction.

I laugh, can't help it.

He finds his feet and sputters, flipping his hair back so both eyes are actually visible for once.

I laugh some more at the look on his face and lean over to offer him a hand; all in all, a stupid thing to do. He pulls me, saw an opportunity and grabbed it, no hard feelings. Seriously though, never give someone you just pushed into a pool an opportunity to pull you in.

"Great, now we're both wet," I grumble, shoving my over-long bangs out of my eyes.

Zexion grins, "You're fault."

I hate wearing wet clothes, I hate the way they cling and stick. I start to tug my shirt off.

"No, no. Allow me. Please." And before I know what he's talking about Zexion is standing inches in front of me sliding his hands under my shirt as easily as if they belong there. At his nudge I raise my arms and allow him to pull of my soaking shirt. It lands with a wet slap on the concrete pool-edge.

I smirk as the tingles on my skin move from my chest to the rest of my body. "Very well then, allow me to return the favor."

I tug him by the belt loops to shallowest part of the shallow end and then my fingers drag over to the button on his jeans. You could say I'm an expert at undressing other people; it's been ages since I fumbled a button, so you can understand my slight bewilderment when my fingers tremble ever so slightly as I tug down the zipper.

It's all smooth sailing after that though; I drop to my knees as I tug the heavy denim down. It's a shallow pool, the water's not quite up to my chin.

"Mar," his voice sounds thick, his fingers hook in my hair, "you're going out of order."

Not the reaction I was hoping for, but I can deal. I press a kiss to the bare skin above his boxers and give my fingers free rein to fondle his hips, "So, punish me."

He snorts, "And Dem says my pick-up lines suck."

Again, really not the response I wanted. My grip on his hips switches and I shove him back, hard enough to ruin the moment and get his feet up so I can fling his pants back to join my shirt. Luckily his fingers release before he falls so I don't wind up with a face full of knee.

I pull him to his feet and he laughs as he shakes the water out of his hair, effectively spraying me.

"That was rather unnecessary," he gripes.

"Are you going to stand there all day or get busy removing my pan-nf." So that's what this feels like, being silence by someone's mouth, kind of nice actually.

I pull him closer and open my mouth to his questing tongue. A boy could get in real trouble, kissing like he does, every bit of him pressing against me as he grabs me about my shoulders and pulls me just that much closer as my fingers tease the edge of his boxers.

"Shit," he pulls back with a gasp, "I should go back inside."

"Yeah," I say breathlessly. "You really should."

He clambers over the edge of the pool and picks up his sopping wet jeans. "Later," he calls over one shoulder.

Later, right. "Fuck," I flop back into the water.

"If that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about, I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout."
Naminé BGM: Dirty Little Secret-All American Rejects

Well, that was only the most awkward ten minutes of my life. Note to self: next time you want to angst quietly, do not do it in the bushes by the pool.

It occurs to me that were I straight, or even bi, i probably would have enjoyed watching two fantastically hot guys making out with each other.

With Zexion gone safely inside and Marluxia looking pretty busy staring at the sky while floating on his back I think it might be safe to go inside. I fidget experimentally, a branch snaps. Marluxia hasn't moved. Okay, let's try this! I shift forward onto the balls of my feet and-

"You may as well come on out," Marluxia calls. So much for him not noticing.

I slink out of the bushes and brush the dirt off my bum. He stands up and gives me a casually scathing once-over that occasionally passes for a greeting, "I thought someone was listening."

"No you didn't!"

"Fine, you win." He heaves himself over the pool edge and kicks his feet lazily, watching the water's movement.

Damn, straight. I sit beside him and dangle my feet. "I know your secret," I singsong.

"Like hell you do. And what secret is that anyway?"

I lean over on him to chirrup in his ear, "The one where you're madly in love with Zexion."

He snorts with laughter, "Right of course. I forgot. Except you forgot two things, I don't fall in love, and definitely not with a guy."

I shrug, "You did before. What were their names, Chris and B(1)-"

"Shut up, you win. But that doesn't mean I'm in love with Zexion."

"But you are."

"But I'm not."

I shrug and drop it, he'll never admit to it anyway. "Is it true that Zexion and Demyx are together now?"

He shrugs, shifting me off him, "I'm not sure about 'together'-together, but they're certainly 'fooling around'-together."

"Are you positive? Because I've thought this before, and I was wrong."

"The walls are very thin, and Demyx is evidently very loud. Trust me on this one."

I grin happily, "Alright. You know, I always sorta figured Dem for a screamer."

He snorts again, "You know what I like about you Nam? You think you're all innocent like, but really, you're just as bad as the rest of us."

I sigh and lean back, "You know, coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment."

He smirks.

"I bet you're feeling pretty bitter though, all those weeks spent chasing Zexion and he still ends up with Demyx."

The smirk grows, "Unless of course my master plan all along was just to make Demyx jealous enough to finally do something because I knew Zexion would never do anything about his feelings."

Oh, well that's a new way of looking at it.

"Which isn't to say I wouldn't have happily thrown him down and- you know- at any given point."

I chuckle, "Oh Marluxia, you do have a way with words... So does that mean that if it doesn't work out for them-"

"I will happily swoop in and steal Zexion before Demyx can even say 'second chance?' Oh hell, yeah."

I laugh, "I like how you switched from the conditional to the future. Subtle. Very subtle."

He shrugs, "Considering how long it took them to get together when we've all been waiting for this for years, I don't have much faith in their ability to maintain a relationship."

I wince, "A harsh, but true judgment."

He shrugs yet again, "We'll see."

(1) I was considering using Disney characters, like Cinderella and Gaston, but it seemed sort of wrong.
"If that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about, I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout."
AN: Whee! A chapter!! So how many of you actually thought Zexion and Marluxia were doing it in the beginning? -Grin- sorry, had to do it.

Unbeta'd. Tell me if there are any hideous errors.

The Divider is Stitches by Orgy, a lovely, lovely song. Really, if you like that sort of thing you you should download or however you acquire all of Candyass, it's a great CD. Fear my music-pimping and eternally shrinking chatpers!

Please, sirs and ma'ams, review! For my family is sick and hungry and we haven't eaten for three days. (Yeah, I know, don't ask.)