Seriously, who besides me has to do science fair past, like, ninth grade? I'm a fucking senior in high school and we're doing these stupid projects that take over a year to do. Like a teenager can focus on anything for a year. Do I look like a doctorate student?! The paper we have to write wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the powerpoint and backboard that went with it. I made my backboard up here in my room. Floor's all sticky now…. Dane Cook probably just came Much love to you if you got that joke.
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Demyx pouted at Xigbar as the Freeshooter walked up to him while he laid on a couch tuning his sitar. "Go away!" he commanded like a spoiled little child, "I'm mad at you and don't want to talk to you right now!"
"Don't want to talk to me?" Xigbar repeated, plopping down on the arm of the couch, "what are you, five? What are you so mad about, eh, little man?"
Number IX pouted and wrinkled his nose. "You promised, Xiggy!" he said, finally. "You said you were going to listen to me practice and you never showed up! I felt so dumb, waiting for you like some stupid puppy."
Xigbar chuckled and slid down next to Demyx, pulling the blonde into his lap. "Aw, can you ever forgive me, kid? It really wasn't my fault. I was on my way to hear your beautiful playing when I overheard Mansex and Were-Elf fucking. Trying to pester them, I made a bit of noise in the hallway, but ended up being called on it by Marluxia, you see."
"Did Marluxia hurt you?" Demyx asked, climbing into Xigbar's lap.
"No, no," he said, laughing. "Homo Flaming Flower Boy told me to keep it a secret, but you won't tell anyone, will you, Demy?"
"Course not!" Demyx said, agreeably, always in the mood to hear a good secret.
"Well, Marly was having a little 'down time' himself, if you know what I mean. And you'll never believe it, but it's with that boring fossil Vexen!" Demyx gasped, loving the news. "So I'm like 'God, Marluxia, you fucking dog!' And let's just say the graceful one sure as hell ain't taking."
"V-Vexen is a submissive?" Demyx asked, hardly able to believe his ears. "Who would have thought it! He's normally so stuffy!"
"Apparently love doesn't change everything, little man," Xigbar said, looking around conspiratorially before leaning closer to Demyx's ear. "Vexen's butt nude and tied down to Marluxia's bed!"
Demyx listened in rapt attention to his lover's tale, almost not able to believe what had happened. It was so out there that he completely forgot that Xigbar made him promise not to tell. Gossip like that was worth a fortune! Wait until he told Axel!
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"Soooooo," Axel started lazily from where he was laid out over Roxas's lap with a gay porno held open by one hand, "anybody else wonder how Marly-bai would be in the sack?"
Vexen, who had walked into the huge library and was looking for one of his medical textbooks, froze.
"Not really," Roxas said, boredly, flipping another page in his own novel, "though you are barely enough to keep me entertained."
"You aren't curious?" Axel asked, grinning like a fiend. "I sure am! I bet money he has a farmer's tan." He turned to Vexen. "Am I right? Does he have one? I mean, everyone knows you and Marluxia are fucking."
Vexen sputtered and turned to Axel, emerald eyes blazing even though his expression was the definition of haughtiness. "Even if that self-confident neophyte and I were, as you put it, 'fucking', I have enough respect for anyone I lay with to not kiss and tell!"
"Well you're alone there!" Axel crowed. "See, Roxy-."
"Oh, don't get me involved in this," the blonde said, boredly, focusing even more intently on his book.
"See, I heard it from Larxene, who heard it from Luxord, who heard it from Xaldin, who heard it from Lexaeus, who heard it from Zexion, who heard it from Demyx, who heard it from Xigbar, who apparently does kiss and tell, that Princess Marly-bai let Pirate Man have some supervised butt-secks with Sexy Vexy over there!"
The scientist's entire body blushed sunburn red! "What in the hell are you talking about?!" he demanded, but the blush told it all. Even Roxas raised an eyebrow and glanced at him over the top of his book.
"So you're saying Xiggy lied? Why would he do that?" Axel asked with a Cheshire cat grin. "Oh, there's no reason to be embarrassed, Frost Dude. Between Xigbar and Marluxia, I would certainly opt to screw the one with a really big… gun."
"My god!" Roxas snorted, covering his mouth with his hand. "You're disgusting."
Vexen turned from the bookshelf without having found the book he was looking for and stormed down the hallway to Marluxia's room, storming in without waiting since it would be only right if he walked in on the botanist naked.
Marluxia wasn't naked; he was sitting at the same desk he had been at the other night with another plant in front of him, holding those damn pruning scissors. Marluxia glanced over his shoulder at him and gave a cool smirk. "Ready to apologize for your little temper tantrum and accept your punishment like a good boy?"
Vexen walked up behind him, reached around him and grabbed the flowers in the vase that he had been working on and lowered his body temperature to the single digits, freezing the flowers solid before tightening his fist, shattering them.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Xigbar told! Everyone! Everyone in the whole castle knows what you let happen to me!"
The botanist turned and grabbed his hair in a vice-like grip, yanking it back and forcing Vexen to follow or have his hair ripped out of his skull. "How many times do I have to talk to you about yelling at me? And I'm sure you're over-exaggerating. He might tell Demyx – those two are probably the most second sugar-sweet couple in the Organization."
Hissing, Vexen replied, "yes, and Demyx will tell whoever, who will tell whoever, until everyone knows, just like they do! I was standing in the same room when Axel told Roxas!"
"I told you to stop shouting," Marluxia replied, seeming unconcerned. On the inside, he was fuming. He honestly didn't care who in the Organization knew what he and Vexen did between the sheets, and half of the time it was him who dropped enough subtle hints to get the No. 8 Rumor Mill producing at full speed. But he had told Xigbar exactly what would happen to him if he opened his big damn mouth, even to his little musical love-toy, and the Freeshooter had
openly ignored him. That pissed him off. And it made his lover less loving when Marluxia had spent most of the evening horny. That just pissed him off more.
"I will handle Xigbar," he assured his pale love.
Vexen was not mollified at all. "You think this is still about Xigbar?! At this point, what more can he do to me?! The entire Organization is laughing at me, just as I said they would, but you didn't care then and you apparently don't care now! Perhaps while you were learning all of your kinky little sex tricks, no one thought to explain to you that the role of a good dominant is to protect and care for their submissive, and that includes mentally as well as physically!"
Tired of hearing Vexen's slightly high voice shouting at him, and especially enraged by the jab as his abilities as a dominant, he pulled his hand back and slapped Vexen clean across the face, leaving a near-instant bright red handprint. "Did I not just say I would handle this?" he asked, calmly.
A few tears leaked out of Vexen's emerald eyes because of the pain in the side of his face. He was not a warrior, so he was not used to any kind of real physical pain and Marluxia was a warrior no matter what Xemnas chose to call him. He was strong enough to hit and make it hurt!
"Fuck you, Marluxia! Did I not tell you this would happen, but you didn't listen to me! You never do!"
"Vexen, this is the last time I'm going to tell you to calm down."
The scientist coated his fingers in ice, the ends forming points that were as sharp as any monster's claws. He lunged at Marluxia, cutting open part of his chest and his left shoulder. Marluxia let out a clenched sound of pain and let Vexen go. The blonde glared at him hatefully. "Don't you talk down to me that way. If you have no respect for me, then this is the last time I will be around you for anything but an official mission! Good day to you, XI!" He turned on the heel of his black leather boots and stormed out, down to his office.
Last he remembered, he still had a couple of bottles of whiskey hidden somewhere in there, and a had drinking session, followed by passing out drunk in his big squeaky chair, sounded like the perfect conclusion to a very shitty day.
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Marluxia went right to Xigbar's room, chest and shoulder still bleeding and barely covered by his tattered cloak that he would have to spend half of the night repairing. He walked right in and wasn't very surprised at the sight of the one-eyed sharpshooter fucking his jabbery little sitarist.
He walked right up behind them and grabbed Xigbar by the throat, hauling him off of (and out of) Demyx and slamming him against the wall.
"Marly, dude, what the hell is your problem?" Xigbar rasped out in surprise.
The botanist summoned whole armfuls of his vines and used them to hold Xigbar where he had slammed him. Then he pulled back his fist and punched him clean across the jaw, cutting open his lip.
Demyx screamed. "Stop it, Marly! Leave Xiggy alone!" He grabbed his sitar, but Marluxia turned his murderous ocean-blue glare on the blonde, who squeaked and froze. He wanted to protect his lover, but he was too scared! Saix might be the most blood-thirsty, Larxene the most sadistic, but Marluxia had enough rage that he usually kept locked firmly inside that he could probably rip Demyx apart with his bare hands.
Marluxia turned back to Xigbar. "Vexen attacked me because you couldn't keep your big mouth shut in front of your boy. I told you what would happen if you told. I distinctly remember telling you that if you told anyone I would come in here and cut off your fingers one by one."
Xigbar turned to Demyx. "Little dude! You promised that you would keep it a secret!"
"I-I-I… I forgot!" Demyx wailed.
Marluxia sneered; who didn't see that one coming?
"Look, Marly, let's talk about this! See, Demyx was all upset since I stood him up while I was all distracted playing fun games in your room, so I told him where I was so that he would calm down and stop crying."
"Next time," Marluxia started cooly, pulling back and punching Xigbar again, leaving him hanging against the wall unconscious, "lie!"
