(WARNING. SEX- VIOLENCE- LARXENE IN A BAD MOOD!)

Larxene chuckled as she walked, the camera bouncing against her hip. She whistled a morbid little tune; her feet tapping out the beat of the song- she wasn't sure what it was, but she remembered it from many years ago, since it had been the song Alice had been humming. That picture of Demyx was her first step on the road to victory- but now it was time to take the next few steps. She pursed her lips as she debated whom she would ambush next; Xaldin was going to be a problem…No doubt Axel would be easy to get, as well as Roxas, Xemnas was going to require some ingenuity…and as for Saïx…

Larxene grimaced; Saïx did not bear thinking about…It wasn't the lack of photo opportunities so much as the availability of escape routes and hiding places…

The Savage Nymph shrugged to herself; at least she wasn't the only one in that position. Once again, she ran through her mental checklist of names, analysing each member of the Organisation and trying to categorise them according to level of danger to her well-being and ease of shot. The Nymph's defined facial features settled into a smirk as her next victim presented himself to her mind.
"Lexaeus…" she grinned, cracking her knuckles and resuming her whistling as she stepped into a portal.

Xaldin could not believe his luck.

The angry snarls and clashing of metal-to-metal had greeted him as he passed Vexen's laboratory, searching for the scientist. Obviously, he had considered it his duty to discover what kind of sin against nature the scientist had committed this time; so carefully pushing the door open to query the noises, he was greeted with an empty lab. He had followed the snarling, growling and thrashing up along corridors, wondering if perhaps it was simply one of the experiments venting frustration and that the academic was not actually in the area.

A loud, shrill cackle had quickly reassured him that Vexen was indeed present, causing another abomination.

Being careful not to disturb anything that might alert VI to his presence, Xaldin padded through the various rooms until he could place the sound in one room; the lab above; Vexen's private laboratory... The Lancer cautiously stooped as he made his way up the spiral staircase leading to the noises and to Vexen, peering up through the marble pillars that blocked the platform.

The sight had been just too perfect…and too disturbing…to move, and so Xaldin remained just out of sight, not that the occupants of the room would notice him.

"Now now, Saïx…" Vexen cooed, tracing one hand down his captive's chest tauntingly. "You've brought this on yourself…"
The Beserker was bound to an operating table by all manner of chains and leather straps- around his chest, limbs, even his fingers; he was fully strapped down. Vexen was taking no chances in his torture of the bluenette. Xaldin moved a little higher, the top of his knot of dreadlocks appearing, along with his eyes as he tried his best to blend into the shadows. Evidently, Vexen did not notice him- or rather, he was paying more attention to the snarling Saïx, who was trying desperately to bite and scratch at the smirking scientist.

Xaldin caught sight of the Beserker's face; flushed and furious, the whites of Saïx's eyes were entirely gone- leaving only deep, pulsing yellow. The scar had elongated and widened- a sure sign that he was on the brink of bloodlust induced madness. Xaldin felt an involuntary prickling of his skin; he certainly did not want to be around if Saïx managed to get free. He noticed that there was a gag in Sa¿x's mouth- which explained the lack of beserk-Saïx's usual torrent of verbal abuse. Moving up a little more, Xaldin realised that Saïx's coat was hanging open from the front, leaving the Diviner open for Vexen's view, with only his arms covered by the coat to preserve his dignity- such as it was in this state. Another loud growl from VII was accompanied by the straining of metal- Saïx was simply digging the bonds into his own skin to free himself from his restraints and get to Vexen.
"Hush now, puppy." Vexen purred, tying his hair back; Xaldin knew that this meant tests were on the way. He moved up a little further, thankful that he was at least dark-coloured enough to blend with the shadows, to see Vexen holding a syringe and attaching a needle to it.
"You'll thank me for this later, you know- it's about time Xemnas had you fixed."
The cackle from Vexen prompted Saïx into another bout of screaming, snarling fury as he drew closer, needle raised ready and looking as if he were thoroughly enjoying himself.

The academic paused, and then smirked.
"You want my skin, don't you Saïx…?" He purred. "You want me to bleed and bruise and shred under your teeth?"
Saix thrashed wildly and bucked up, tossing his head from side to side, which made Vexen laugh louder. The scientist set the needle down on a table next to the bed Saïx was strapped to, slowly unzipping his coat and baring pale, malnourished skin. Xaldin raised an eyebrow; surely this wasn't happening? The perfect photo opportunity was just going to form itself and land in his lap? Surely not…?
He had to stifle a happy yelp as Vexen continued, stripping in front of the Diviner languidly, tracing his slim fingers over his chest and scraping his nails over that near-white canvas, drawing up red welts and wincing. The Lancer's eyebrows nearly shot off of his head.

"Like this, Saïx…?" Vexen breathed, moving closer. "Like this?"
Saïx's snarls of rage and fury became those of frustration; Vexen knew how to torment him like this.
"Try harder…bark for me…" One of the Academic's hands dropped. Xaldin did not see where it went, but didn't need to; the low whine from Saïx spoke volumes. Grimacing slightly, Xaldin drew back from the scene; he did not particularly want to watch Vexen's sexual and physical torturing of Saïx, but needed the photo…and if Luxord was indeed offering extra points for 'special poses'…then the momentary disgust would be worth it.

After few more minutes of whines and frustrated yelps from Saïx, low noises of satisfaction and the sound of leather hitting the floor from Vexen as he finished undressing and the jangling of chains, Xaldin deemed it safe to take the shot; he simply could not listen to any more of Vexen's bizaare antics with the Beserker.

…Saïx saw him first.

With another snarl, Saïx arched furiously up, making Vexen laugh all the more. Xaldin gave the restrained Diviner a truly diabolical grin and raised the camera to his eyes, sizing up the shot. Saïx's violent snarling and thrashing continued, which made Vexen stop.
"What's wrong, little puppy? Am I too much for youuu?" he trilled, taking blood from one of his various self-inflicted cuts and trailing it over the bridge of Saïx's nose. Xaldin watched the hinges of the arm-restraints buckle; now was the time to get the picture and run. He set two fingers into his mouth and whistled sharply, causing Vexen to spin around suddenly. Before the academic could say anything, the shutter closed and the flash hit him. With an angry, ambushed yelp, Vexen screwed his eyes shut and stumbled backwards...at around the same time that the arm restraints on Saïx snapped loose. Xaldin knew that Vexen had engineered the room so that no one could portal in or out, so ran for his life, hearing screams from Vexen and victorious howls from Saïx; as much as Xaldin hated to leave anyone at the mercy of Saïx in a frenzy…well, it was really every man for himself when it came to that. As soon as he was sure that he was at a safe distance, he portalled out, clutching the camera tightly and grinning. That made three members photographed- and with a certainly special pose…

Ten more to go…

"Lux?"
Luxord sighed and put down his tea, glancing at Xigbar, who was crouched on the the ceiling; the epitome of stealth.
"Yes, Xigbar?" He queried listlessly.
"Dude…this is a competition…ya haven't even taken any other pictures yet?" the Freeshooter asked incredulously. Luxord shrugged and went back to his tea; he had no need to go around taking pictures…he had a much better idea. Xigbar snorted and folded his arms.
"Whatever, dude. I'll see ya around."
With that, he elegantly swung himself into a backflip from the ceiling and into a portal in mid-air, re-appearing hanging from a balcony over Marluxia's garden. He could tell instantly that he was going to get a shot; if the low cries that he recognised as Marluxia's weren't enough, the musky scent of the flowers that grew when Marluxia was aroused were a big giveaway.

Slinking along the balcony that ran all the way around the garden, Xigbar tried to pinpoint the noise and search for vibrant pink…which was difficult in a sea of colour. He was forced to stifle a cry of alarm as a long, thorned vine began to wind its way up along after him from a plant below. He called his guns up and raised them threateningly at the head of the plant- one of the salient lily-like flowers Marluxia treasured was angled up at him…with rows upon rows of sharp, pointed teeth.
"Not you, you bastard." He hissed. "Don't make me hafta teach ya again why you don't fuck around with me…"
The plant obviously knew the guns quite intimately, as it shrank away, the vine snapping back. Xigbar narrowed his eye at it, keeping one hand on the camera and the other on one of his guns as he edged away from the plant, this time scanning for Marluxia and/or his killer plants.

He found the pink-haired nobody quite quickly, though it had taken him a while to discern Marluxia from his plants; the assassin was lying in a bed of rosepetals, arching and releasing low noises of want. Xigbar couldn't help sniggering as he caught sight of long tendrils wrapping themselves around certain parts of Marluxia's anatomy.
"Aah…now I see why y' didn't want us coming in here." He drawled quietly, grinning. He raised the camera to his eye, but knew that the picture wouldn't be as good as a close-up. However- that did present the problem of the plants; whilst he wanted to win the bet, he wasn't exactly keen on having a liana shoved up his backside. He watched Marluxia for a few moments, leering, before finally a cruel idea formed in his head.

Marluxia was certainly enjoying himself; clutching at the roots of other plants and raising his hips, he felt slick, thin tendrils pressing at his backside, causing another moan to be released. The thicker, stronger vine around his aching cock constricted; the plants were created especially for these sorts of things and Marluxia didn't want to share them with anyone else. He shook his head, though; he didn't have the time for full satisfaction- Xemnas wanted to talk to him soon. The thinner tendrils withdrew, but then flickered over their master's nipples, making them slick with the dew. Marluxia howled and bucked his hips; so close…so wonderfully close. His cries reached fever pitch- and just as he felt the hot waves in his stomach start to surge up-

A shutter clicked.

Marluxia's blood ran cold; he knew that noise. He sat up instantly, sending the vines scattering away, much to his irritation. He was greeted with Xigbar's face.
"Hey duuuude- Xemnas wants ya." Xigbar sniggered. Marluxia hissed at him, swinging one arm out at him, but the Freeshooter had already disappeared into another portal. Glancing down at himself, Marluxia realised with alarm that Xigbar's sudden appearance had killed off his passion- and frightened his plants away, leaving him unsatisfied; half an hour's working for orgasm, ruined.
Xigbar heard Marluxia's furious screech, even as he travelled through the portals, laughing to himself in triumph.

Luxord ambled along the corridors, flipping a coin as he walked. His plan was falling perfectly into place. All he needed now was-
He collided into something; something that then snarled at him and gave him an electric shock. He scooted back warily- seeing a very distressed looking Larxene; her hair was frizzy and wild- little bolts of electricity sparking between the two antennae on her head, which were out at peculiar angles. She looked hot and flushed, her eyes wide, she was panting hoarsely and clutching the camera so tightly that her knuckles were turning white- for she seemed to have mislaid her gloves.
"Larxene…?" Luxord asked, bemused. The Nymph hissed at him and portalled out, making disgusted noises and scratching viciously at her hands, as if she had some kind of hideous infection spreading across her. Seeing whose training room she had just left, Luxord blinked; no- he didn't even want to think about that one…

He shook his head and shuddered- he'd seen Lexaeus naked before due to a hideous accident…he didn't want to see it again. No…it was absolutely essential that his careful scheming came through for him- he couldn't afford to lose the bet- for pride rather than monetary loss. However- he already had all he needed…it was merely a matter of time…

Oh yes- he was looking forward to the conclusion of the whole affair…oh yes indeed…