Triumphant and victorious, Xigbar and Xaldin headed back to their centre of operations- which was merely a spare room on one of the higher floors. Neither of them wanted to use a room that belonged to them in case Larxene decided to obliterate it- and their own rooms were far too obvious a hiding place. Their usual skulking grounds were also far too obvious a choice for Larxene and Luxord to check and so they had come to an agreement that they would use one of Zexion's; since they were both above him in rank and he would have trouble trying to take down one of them- let alone both- if he decided to physically remove them.
"Hahah! That bet's as good as won, Xaldy!" Xigbar snorted, throwing himself onto the plush sofa that took up a large amount of the room. Xaldin rolled his neck from side to side and locked the door behind them; it was unlikely that anyone would think to look here, but it always paid to be careful. Xigbar shut his eye and settled down, locking his hands together and using them as a pillow behind his head.
"Dude- what're you so worried about?" He asked, grinning broadly. "It's as good as done."

"…As good as." Xaldin said quietly, arms folded and looking at Xigbar suspiciously. Xigbar picked up on that tone and opened his eye, frowning.
"What's that look for?" He asked irritably, propping himself up on one elbow.
"You need photographs of all of the Organisation members- which neither of us have." Xaldin pointed out.
"Whut?" Xigbar queried eloquently. "Whaddaya mean?"
"You lack Roxas' picture." Xaldin began. Xigbar interrupted him.
"Pssht- no! Do you even know how many pictures Axel's got of him and the blonde together? I swear that guy's got like…vouyerismamistic problems."
"That's 'voyeuristic', Xigbar." Xaldin corrected with a sigh.
"Thaaaat's the one." Xigbar drawled.

"You also lack photographs of myself and of you." Xaldin continued. Xigbar shrugged.
"Ehh- whatever; I'll take a photo a'you, and then you can do it t' me, huh?" he offered. Xaldin narrowed his eyes.
"No." He said, tone set in lead. Xigbar sat up fully.
"An' why not?" He asked, folding his own arms.
"I know you, Xigbar; the second you get a picture of me, that will be our 'partnership' terminated." Xaldin replied. Xigbar cursed inwardly; so Xaldin was on to him.
"Nawwww- Xald! I wouldn't do that to ya!" He protested, getting up. Xaldin looked at him- thoroughly unconvinced.
"Dude!" Xigbar objected once more. "Dude! I wouldn't! You know me!"
"You're bloody right I know you, Twiggy." Xaldin replied, fixing him with an all-knowing stare, which Xigbar grimaced at.

"If anything- it should be you who has his photo taken first." Xaldin added. Xigbar snorted.
"Oh yeah- right. So ya can backstab me, huh? As if." He replied, wagging a finger.
"Unlike some, I am above such childish pranks and I do not 'backstab' those I work with." Xaldin growled at him. Xigbar shook his head.
"Still no, dude." He said in a sing-song voice. "You ain't foolin' me!"
"Xigbar; you're the only one who stands to lose the most from this; wouldn't it be me who should be wary of you?" Xaldin pointed out.
Xigbar frowned.
"Well damn, dude. I guess you got me." He shrugged, grinning. A pause passed between the two of them, and Xaldin couldn't help but feel somewhat unnerved by the manic grin that Xigbar was giving him…and the proximity of the other…and the fact that the Freeshooter wasn't actually blinking…

"I'm leaving now." Xaldin announced, taking a step back. Xigbar's grin widened, as did Xaldin's eyes as suddenly the Freeshooter took a flying leap at him; locking his arms around his neck, looping his legs around the Lancer's waist and finally smothered the other's mouth with his own. Xaldin was caught off-guard by the momentum of the other Nobody, and consequently toppled backwards onto the floor, giving Xigbar the opportunity he needed to pin the taller male down- knees holding his arms down in a crucifix-style position and sitting squarely on his chest, grinning down at him. Xaldin coughed; trying to catch his breath after being winded and then pressed upon by a heavy weight.

"Gotcha, dude." Xigbar smirked triumphantly, leering at the younger Nobody. Xaldin scowled up at him.
"Get off." He snarled, twisting sharply. Xigbar yelped, but otherwise hung on- hands gripping Xaldin's coat to anchor himself there.
"Or what?" Xigbar challenged, arms folded and looking far too satisfied with himself for Xaldin's liking.
"Or I'll ram a lance down your throat, sideways," He growled. Xigbar scoffed. Xaldin continued "and one up your backside!"
"As if." Xigbar announced derisively, grinning. Xaldin snarled and tried to pull his arms free, but failing.
"I'll do it, Xigbar!" He hissed. Xigbar's grin became a lazy smirk.

"Yanno, dude…" he purred, tracing a gloved finger up along the Lancer's jawline from his chin. "Technically; I'm actually your Superior…so ya can't. Bummer for you, huh?" His smirk widened as Xaldin growled at him again, twisting once more, but getting nowhere. "An' guess what? You gotta follow my orders, Xaldy…" The finger that traced along Xaldin's jaw followed it all the way to the Lancer's ear, then slid gently up along the ridge- pulling a hastily stifled noise from his victim.
"Don't you…pull that card…on me…!" Xaldin hissed through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the sensations from his ear. Xigbar chuckled.
"Dude- I'll pull whatever the hell I want," he replied in a honeyed voice. "an' there ain't nothin' you can do t' stop me. So if I wanna do this-" The lobe of the ear was rubbed softly between gloved thumb and forefinger, pulling another muffled whimper from Xaldin. "Or maybe…this-" The other hand slid up the Lancer's chest, copying the massaging on the other ear; Xaldin's breath hitching audibly as he did so.
Xigbar's hands moved away as the Freeshooter peeled off his gloves- meeting Xaldin's glare with a cool, devious smirk as he brought his index fingers to his lips and licked them before sliding them back to rub against the tips of Xaldin's ears. The soft 'Aahh!' from Xaldin was barely restrained.

"If I wanna do that…I'll do it; and you'll damn well put up with it. An' if I say yer gonna be naked- yer gonna be naked." Xigbar told him firmly. "But right now, Xaldy- since we're such good friends an' all…I'll give ya a choice; we can do it one a' two ways…"
"W-which are?" Xaldin growled; jerking his head away from Xigbar's stroking fingers. Xigbar laughed again and settled himself on Xaldin's chest, eye half-lidded in relaxation and idly toying with the zipper of Xaldin's coat.
"Well- the way I see it, Xaldin; we can do it the hard way, or the easy way." Xigbar drawled. "Hard way is pretty much me an' you fightin', me orderin' you to take it all off and to get snapped, then me not sharin' the booty because you were such a pain. Or, we can do it the easy way; which I can tell ya- will be a lot more enjoyable…"
Xaldin narrowed his eyes at the tone of Xigbar's voice. The Freeshooter smirked at him.
"What does the 'easy way' entail…?" Xaldin asked suspiciously. Xigbar snorted and shifted, rubbing the tips of Xaldin's ears in small circles again, enjoying the way that the Lancer screwed his eyes shut and bit into his lower lip to avoid crying out. Xigbar adored being the only one who knew about the sensitivity of Xaldin's ears; it gave him an unlimited amount of satisfaction to have Xaldin under his control with just a few little motions.

"Well…" Xigbar murmured, setting his lips just by Xaldin's left ear. "How about we both do, I'll take the shot, then you can take one a' me…an' then we have a little fun…"
"…Fun?" Xaldin repeated, painfully slow. Xigbar rolled his eye and smirked, trailing his tongue slowly up along the ridge of Xaldin's ear.
"Whaddaya think I mean, Xald?" He purred, feeling Xaldin tense up underneath him. Xaldin took a moment to establish what Xigbar meant- and the Freeshooter could almost hear the penny drop.
"Oh..." Xaldin said quietly- or as best he could with Xigbar still molesting his ears. Xigbar chuckled and pulled back, eye half-lidded and a lazy smirk plastered across his features.
"It's up t' you, Xaldin…which d'ya wanna do?" he reminded, still keeping the other pinned down; Xaldin was not one to miss an opportunity for revenge. The Lancer looked at him for a minute- indigo crackling against amber as tiny charisma battles sparked between them. There was no verbal reply; but Xaldin relaxed his body underneath the older Nobody, and let out a small sigh. Xigbar's smirk widened once more- stretching the scar that marred his cheek.

"You made the right choice, Xald. Trust me." He said smoothly, tugging down the zipper of Xaldin's coat without breaking their eye-contact. He moved his knees from the Lancer's arms, which drew a sigh of relief from Xaldin- who was infinitely glad to feel circulation returning to the nearly-numb limbs. Slowly, the younger male moved his hands up to grip Xigbar's hips, almost as if suspicious. Xigbar eased his body backwards off of Xaldin's chest, pressing against his hands to show that he was not trying to deceive him. The Lancer was not convinced, but his grip tightened a little and he shifted to get a little more comfortable.
"One plus a' this," Xigbar commented, tugging the zipper of the coat down. "is that we can get a pretty flatterin' photo a' each other, huh?"
Xaldin couldn't help the small smirk that pressed at his lips and Xigbar grinned.
"Haha. Ya smiled; you're enjoying it too!" He crowed triumphantly. Xaldin rolled his eyes but smirked nonetheless. Xigbar felt the taller Nobody relax further underneath him and tugged the zipper of the coat all the way down.

After a few moments, Xaldin found himself feeling uncomfortably exposed as Xigbar grinned at him- having stripped the Lancer swiftly and moved back to find the camera.
"Xigbar?" Xaldin said after a pause, frowning. Xigbar looked over at him, camera in hand.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sure that you said you too were going to be nude..." Xaldin reminded him. Xigbar snorted.
"I say a lot of stuff that I don't mean, Xaldy." He grinned. A sharp growl from Xaldin made him think about whether or not he wanted to keep his other eye.
"...Buuuut that wasn't one of them! Eheheh..." Xigbar added quickly, tugging down the zipper of his own coat as Xaldin sat up and crossed his legs, watching the other warily. The Lancer was moderately intruiged that Xigbar could undress someone else and himself without needing to look and in a relatively short space of time. It must have shown on his face, because Xigbar smirked at him, kicking his boots off and pushing down his trousers and boxers.
"I get in a whole lotta practise with Demmy, Xald." he snickered. Xaldin rolled his eyes.
"I didn't need to know that."
"Sure ya did." Xigbar replied, stepping out of the pool of clothes around his feet. Xaldin didn't mean to look- but couldn't help it.

"...Xigbar..." He said, looking rather unnerved. Xigbar frowned and looked down, seeing himself half-hard.
"What?" He asked, honestly confused. Xaldin looked up at him.
"...That really, really is not appropriate for what we were just talking about." Xaldin muttered. Xigbar smirked.
"That was totally appropriate, dude!" he countered. "Dominatin' you gets a guy hot, what can I say?"
"Anything but that." Xaldin grimaced. "Don't think you're topping this one, Xigbar."
"I am totally toppin' this one." Xigbar replied, in a very matter-of-fact voice.
"No you aren't." Xaldin replied in the same tone.
"An' why the hell not?" Xigbar demanded.
"You're shorter than me; ipso facto- I top. You take it from me." Xaldin said with a smug grin.
"Ipso facto, your face, dude." Xigbar muttered. prickling at being called short once again. "I'm yer superior."
"I could just rape you." Xaldin replied.
"Then ya'd be like...fucked. 'Cause I'd punish you so fuckin' bad." Xigbar growled. The Lancer smirked, saying quietly.
"It'd be worth it."

A pause passed.

"Toss a coin?" Xigbar suggested, looking annoyed. Xaldin rolled his eyes.
"Why can't you accept defeat?" He asked.
"Whyn't you shut up?" Xigbar retorted.
"Eloquent."
"Fuck you."
With a sigh, Xaldin cocked his head to one side.
"Do you have one?"
"...I'm naked, Xald."
"In your clothes, Xigbar." Xaldin sighed wearily.
"...I'm naked."
"We've established this."
"Dude...but, like...I'm naked!" Xigbar protested. Xaldin eventually understood, rolling his eyes.
"You are not fucking me, Xigbar." Xaldin said firmly. Xigbar whined.
"Why notttt?"
"Because you simply aren't. Now if you want sex, you'll damn well learn to like it with me up your backside and you begging for orgasm!"
Xigbar glared at him for a moment, then smiled in a decidedly sly manner.
"Arright, dude...Arright...Y' can fuck me." He purred. Xaldin narrowed his eyes at him.
"What was that...?"
"You. Can. Fuck. Me." Xigbar repeated, sitting down beside Xaldin and setting a scarred hand on his thigh.
"...No tricks?" Xaldin growled.
"None." Xigbar purred, sliding his hand up to trail his fingers along the inside of Xaldin's thigh. The Lancer would have asked more questions; since Xigbar would exploit any loophole that he could- but was rather distracted by that touch...it had been a while since Xigbar and he had last had a decent session together.

Xigbar smirked as Xaldin's thighs spread a little, the Lancer leaning back onto his hands as he let the other stroke him smoothly; enjoying the roughness of the calluses on Xigbar's hands from years of gun-weilding as they slid over that sensitive skin. It felt good to be touched again; damn the Freeshooter for knowing how to do it properly.
"'S been a while, huh?" Xigbar commented, shifting closer and planting a kiss to Xaldin's chest. The Lancer nodded, tilting his head back a little and his eyes half-lidded, hand moving up to trace the scars that marred Xigbar's back. This pulled a shiver of enjoyment from the gunner; it was only Xaldin who could touch the scars just right and send shivers up and down his spine. Two and Three knew each other's bodies better than anyone else did; it came from a lot of practise of touching and feeling and nights spent grinding under a sheet, against a wall...in mid-air...

After a few more minutes of touching, kissing, groping and generally warming themselves up, Xaldin pulled back- panting softly.
"Mmmn..." he murmured appreciatively, lying side-by-side with the Freeshooter and trailing a hand up and down the other's side, making Xigbar squirm a little and rub his thigh up against Xaldin's now-hard cock and pulling a small purr of encouragement from the Lancer's lips. They were both fully up for a rough, senseless tangle in the sheets; it had been a ridiculously, obscenely long time since they had both had the time to...
"C'mon duuuuude..." Xigbar drawled. "Enough a' this..."
"Quite." Xaldin smirked, but his tone was interrupted by Xigbar's next sudden action.

The little bastard...!

"See, Xaldy...makes it easier, huh?" Xigbar sneered. "Ya always were such a pussy when it came t' this..."
Xaldin panted hopelessly- but knew he could do nothing here. He only managed to open one eye and see through a film of fluid that Xigbar's hand was in a portal, and that he knew exactly where that portal lead to.
"Gnnnngggetttttt.t..t...OOoouuuuuuttt..ttttt...!" He hissed, bucking harshly as Xigbar's fingers, inside of him- but somehow not, stroked at his prostate.
"Make me." Xigbar purred. "Ya know the only reason ya ever top me is because I let you."
"N-Nowww...!" Xaldin growled. "Grrg...Y-you swo...swore!"
"I told ya, Xally...I say an' do a whole lotta things I don't mean." Xigbar snorted. "Fer the third in command and fer a guy who's known me fer donkey's years, ya sure are gullible."
Xaldin liked to think that he was a patient man; especially around Xigbar- who could rile everyone up in all the wrong ways in less than ten minutes...

...but to break a vow such as that...

"Let's hear it a littl' louder, Dilly- wanna hear ya whimperin' all over again, just like the old days." Xigbar taunted in a sing-song voice, giving another rough stretch out of all his fingers. Xaldin whimpered- what man in his position could avoid the involuntary noise? It was not so much the burn from being suddenly stretched from inside and being unable to do anything about it, no; it was the humiliation of being reduced to this by Xigbar. It was only ever Xigbar who could and they both knew it...Xemnas could overpower him in an instant and fuck him raw...but only Xigbar could have him begging to be abused...

...No...Not this time...

Xigbar had been too busy with palming his own cock at the sight of Xaldin and cackling to notice that the Lancer had opened his eyes. The realisation hit the Freeshooter when he was abruptly winded- slammed down onto the cold floor and pinned down. He barely had time to catch his breath before Xaldin had bitten him, hard, on the nipple. The Freeshooter yelped and broke his concentration- the hand disappearing from within Xaldin- and then howled as two fingers were forced into him. These were thick, rough, lubricated only with saliva and vengeful. His whole body spasmed as the Lancer hissed at him and stretched out his fingers as far as he could. The burn made Xigbar moan- he got off on pleasurepain and control...or in this case, lack of. Fighting and sex- two of Xigbar's favourite pastimes. Only Xaldin would ever be this rough with him and know when to stop...and to not stop when Xigbar demanded it of him.

"Cocky little bastard." Xaldin spat, scissoring and thrusting in shallow, vicious motions. "Now who's the one whimpering!?"
Xigbar tilted back his head and thrust against Xaldin's fingers- the insults and pain and pleasure and--
"O--Oaaooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!...Fffffuccckkkkk'nnnnn...!" Xigbar whined- bucking his hips shamelessly. Xaldin was going to play it like this, was he? Oh, Kingdom Hearts...YES. His entire body burned with the pleasure from a rough stroke of that gland inside.
"Beg for it, you slut." Xaldin snarled, withdrawing his fingers for long enough to add a third before resuming his motions. Xigbar half-laughed, half-moaned.
"I said, beg." Xaldin repeated angrily, stretching roughly. Xigbar released a choked moan.

This continued for some time; Xigbar mocking and Xaldin growling and punishing, until finally- Xigbar could bear no more of this. He hurt and ached and wanted and was not getting.
"Ffuuuuuccckk mmeeee!" He hissed, raking his nails down Xaldin's back. The Lancer tossed his head back and simply complied- removing his hands swiftly; the fingers bone dry now. Xigbar was given a moment to catch his breath and ready himself before Xaldin was buried halfway into him. The Freeshooter was accustomed to pain- this did not hurt. He released one hoarse pant, then thrust down his hips on Xaldin's waiting length.

Soon, sharp and angry moans were echoing through the room- the only pause being when Xigbar somehow managed to get atop Xaldin (He had specified that Xaldin could 'fuck', not 'top')- Xigbar didn't want to tease and be teased tonight and Xaldin didn't want to stop the tight!wet!hot! around his aching, weeping cock. As was the nature of things, both gunner and lancer reached various peaks at around the same time- so it was no surprise that when Xaldin thrust against Xigbar's sweetspot, Xigbar rubbed hard on Xaldin's ears- both of which provoked the other to release a noise, saturated with utter, raw pleasure and for their pulsing, aching shafts to weep with abandon. That was Xigbar and Xaldin's favourite way- rough, raw, ready and with little to no regard for sexual ettiquette.

Perfect.

Such was the atmosphere in the room that admist the panting and moaning and growling that the soft 'Whooompsh' of a portal opening was not heard. When, finally, Lancer and Freeshooter reached their shared orgasm- both of them yelping and moaning and writhing in each other's grip- the noise of a shutter clicking was not noticed either, nor was the soft snort of laughter from two pairs of lips and the noise of another portal opening and closing. All that Xigbar and Xaldin were aware of was the panting and small noises of assent that accompanied post-sex moments.
"D-duuude..." Xigbar drawled, wincing as Xaldin pulled out, with no regard to his well-being. "F'k'n...Nnn...awesome..."
"Shut up...Xig..." Xaldin growled, looping an arm around the other's waist to pull him onto his side and curl up next to him with. Xigbar obliged with a sleepy murmur, but then snapped his fingers; surprised at how much effort it took. A sniper was instructed to take a picture of the two- hardly a flattering one- but a picture nonetheless. Xigbar knew he'd keep it for...future reference, anyway...
"Mmm...Gonna...aah...get our prize...mm...t'morrow, huh?"
"Mmm."
"Yeahh...gonna be...mmm...sweeeet..."
"Mmm."
"G'night..."
"Mmm."

Luxord sat in his usual chair by the fire in the room he used for private study- sipping from his tea and watching Larxene counting their piles of munny and various ill gotten gains.
"You know, my dear- I do think that went rather well, don't you?" He commented. Larxene raised an eyebrow at him."
"Call me that again and I'll have your eyes out." She quipped merrily, "However, I agree. That makes up for seeing all of the rest of them naked."
"Quite." Luxord surmised. "Were we wrong to steal their photographs?"
"No." The Nymph replied easily.
"...and burn their camera...?"
"No."
"...and tie them both up?"
"No."

Luxord took another sip of his tea.
"...Jolly good. Wouldn't want them to accuse us of bad sportsmanship, after all..."