Demyx gulped, appearing next to Axel and Roxas. He took a deep breath, then quietly opened the door. Axel and Roxas watched intently as the empty-handed man approached Luxord at his desk. "Luxord… I… I give you myself," he said, his voice wavering, but serious.

The only problem with believing the blonde was that he was a chronic joker. Everything must be funny, nothing could be serious.

Luxord must have thought this way as he gave a content smiled and nodded. "Unusual… granted. You win for originality. Now… what did you really want to say?"

"Happy birthday, you own me for the next twenty-four hours."

Luxord stopped smiling, thinking. "Okay…so… I could say get on your knees?"

Demyx obeyed, all eyes on him. He smiled gently at Luxord, unseen by Axel and Roxas. All he wanted was for the man to consent to having a slave for twenty-four hours.

"Hmm… Roxas, Axel, leave me with my present. I might have some fun with this yet." Luxord gave a faintly malicious smile.

Wide-eyed, Axel closed the door in disgust, leaving the two in the room as requested.

Luxord eyed Demyx. "Rise."

Demyx obeyed and smiled. "Happy birthday!" he chuckled. "Glad you-"

"Take your robe off."

Confused, the younger blonde obeyed. He gently placed it on the floor.

"Now… talk to me seriously. Why are you doing this for me?"

Demyx shook his head. "The one thing I can't do, sir."

Luxord gave a glare at being called sir by a superior. "I demand you don't call me that. Call me anything but sir."

Demyx grinned. "Okay."

"Lose the shirt, Demyx. And the shoes."

Surprised, he obeyed the man. "Why am I stripping?"

"Lose the pants."

As Demyx obeyed, Luxord gave another content smile.

"Now you're stripping."

Reddening and thinking he might have had a bad idea given to him by some sex book, he decided to ask a question. "Are you going to get down to your boxers as well? Or am I the only one." He said it with a smile, trying to hide his embarrassment from Luxord.

"Oh… I'll consider. Depends really. Do you want me to join you?"

Demyx reddened further at the question, now standing in his boxers and socks. "Uh, well… I uh…"

Luxord rose from his seat at his desk and walked over to Demyx, placing his hands on the younger male's shoulders. "You can still back out. If you want to that is."

Demyx smiled up at his elder. "Nope, too eager to see you as you see me now," he blurted out.

Luxord, shocked, stared into Demyx's eyes. He removed his hands and moved them to his own robe, gently unzipping it. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I am."

The older blonde sighed, and finished unzipping his robe, gently placing it beside Demyx's, beginning on his shirt.

Demyx grinned wide as he saw the man's pale chest slowly showing as the shirt rose slowly. It was more like a happy birthday to Demyx, rather than Luxord's. As the two became nearly naked, Luxord placed a kiss on Demyx's cheek. "Thanks for the best gift a Nobody could get. Now get in bed."

Demyx, psyched like a little get getting ice cream, leapt onto the bed, waiting for the older Nobody. Luxord glanced at Demyx, sitting there eagerly in loose, green-striped boxers, just beaming at him. Luxord then walked over, gently placing himself over the squirming, giddy, giggling Demyx.

"You better be a good fuck."