Author Note:

I don't know if I should do these anymore. XP I hope ya'll don't mind me talking up here. D; Anywho, I suppose you'd like more, yes? Good. 'Cause you're getting more. Much love, Randi. PS. I think I use WAY to much Dialogue. Oh well. I think I get my point across. -insert wink here-

--W—

"I see."

"Exactly."

"Well that makes things a bit…better. Where is it?"

"I put it in your closet."

"How did you get in my room?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Xemnas thought about that a moment, eying Zexion warily as the other took another draught from his drink. "…No, I suppose not."

"I hope you know you're sending that world into darkness. Again," Zexion smiled into the glass, waving his hand around. "Though I'm sure you don't care."

"You're going to choke on your whisky someday," Saix mumbled, now half asleep and bored with the current conversation. "Then again, you're one I'd never see as a whisky drinker."

"I'm one you ever see. We could always change that."

"You're drunk."

"Thank you captain obvious," Xemnas sneered, taking a sip of his own odd concoction. "Just because you don't get drunk doesn't mean everyone doesn't. How do you do that anyway?"

"I've decided not to tell you."

"Any particular reason?"

"So, Zexion," Saix changed the subject immediately, leaving Xemnas a bit upset. "Where are we going with this?"

"Well," Zexion frowned, staring off into the wall. "Honestly? I'm not telling. My job is scheming, not sharing."

"You bastard."

"I love you too, Superior."

--W—

Knocking.

"Y'ello? Axel? You having a fit again?" Marluxia paused, hearing something like someone hitting the floor, and then the door opened and Axel poked his head out.

"Hm?"

"Are you having a seizer?"

"Would I be talking if I was?"

"Good point." Marluxia lifted onto his toes, trying to peek over the looming form that stood full height. He stood no chance of seeing over him. "So, whatcha doin'?"

"Don't you have to go dig into peoples business somewhere else?"

"Not until six."

"Go away."

Marluxia huffed, crossing his arms. "You're not very nice."

"You think, pretty boy?"

"Hey," he glared. "Just because I take care of my hair makes me a pretty boy, though I am rather nice looking." He tossed his head, sending some pinkish locks over his shoulder. "So what's going on in there?"

"What's it matter," Axel snapped, early snarling. "Unless you want your hair singed, I'd advise you go do whatever freakish hobby you have that isn't ear my room."

"What? Do you have like…a morgue in there?"

"If I do, would you like to be added?"

Marluxia blinked. "Nice comeback. Fine, I guess I'll go." He turned on his heel and started off down the hall, stopping when the door shut and tip toed back over, resting his hands on the door and listening. "…Hm…"

He heard an odd conversation.

"Who was it?"

"The only other redhead in the castle."

"I don't know if he'd be a redhead…"

"I think pink head sounds retarded."

"Good point." Some rustling.

"Can you leave now?"

"But we just started."

Marluxia blinked.

"No. Unless you'd like to take this the normal way, I think I'd like you to leave."

A thump.

Silence. Marluxia blinked, pressing his ear against the door a bit harder.

"That hurt."

"A lot of things do. Please just... get out."

"…You don't really mean that…do you Aku…?"

"D-don't call me th--…mgh…"

"Didn't think so."

Marluxia blinked, eyes narrowing. "…"

"Mmm…"

"You purr…"
"Leave me alo—ah…"

"I don't really want to."

They're gay…for real? Marluxia listened a little longer, standing and slowly staring down the hall after hearing a creak. "This is quite a turn of events." He paused, sitting on the banister and sliding down the spiral case. "Hm. So much for a fear of water. Of course, there's the possibility that that fear tosses Axel into submission. That would be interesting too. No one'd guess Demyx would be so…controlling."

"Marluxia what'er you—"

"Hi Vexen, bye Vexen." Smiling at the baffled blonde as he sped down the banister, he mumbled something to himself. "I suppose the Superior is in the den."

--W—

Demyx had maneuvered the older man onto the bed, positioning himself into a straddling positioning over the thin hips.

"Do you want me to leave you alone," he hissed into Axel's ear, moving just enough to kiss the tender spot beneath it. Axel groaned, lacing his fingers through blonde locks. "Good."

One of the hands let go; catching Demyx's as he slid the zipper of Axel's cloak down a bit.

"D-don't do that." Demyx looked down at foggy emeralds very confused.

"Why not?"

"L…" Axel took a sharp breath and closed his eyes. "Please. Just…leave me alone." This made Demyx a bit agitated.

"What would you do if I refused?" Leaning down, Demyx hissed again into Axel's ear. "I could drown you in something you'll never hate."

"Ah…"

"Drowning isn't always bad."

"De—"

"I'll make you crave water as much as you fear it."

Eyes locked, Demyx smirked seeing near fear in Axel's eyes.

"Fear sparks love. Fear me…and you'll be very happy."

"Ah!"