Rating: R (smut, swearing)
Prompt: Absent (what do i do when you're not here)
Pairing: Luxord/Xigbar
Summary: Anticipation makes the end more satisfying.
A/N: What the heck. It was doing so well until it out-of-the-blue morphed into porn. I don't understand. I don't do porn. Where did this come from? Oh, the mystery.
Waiting
"You missed another meeting, Luxord. I don't think the Superior's gonna be very happy with you."
Luxord glanced back over his shoulder at Xigbar briefly, expression one of amused skepticism. Without saying a word, he went back to removing the excess pieces of wet clothing that hung off him in various states of disarray. Port Royal might not have had the best taste in clothing, but damn if they didn't know how to layer with style.
"What happened to you? Looks like a cat dragged you through the mud and back again," Xigbar stated, arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed Luxord much like the cat he had just mentioned. His eyes lingered on the bare skin of the gambler's back that appeared for a moment as Luxord tugged off his leather vest, leaving only a soaking white dress shirt of sorts.
"As fun as that probably is for you to imagine, the real details would probably bore you to tears," Luxord retorted, leaning against a nearby table so he could properly pull off his equally wet boots (that also looked a little charred, if Xigbar was seeing things accurately).
Xigbar grinned, shrugging a shoulder. "Hey, if it involves fighting, I'm up to listening."
Shaking his head, Luxord ran a hand through his still soggy hair, ruffling it in an attempt to dry it faster. "Only so you can make fun of me, I'm betting," he said wryly.
"Look," Xigbar drawled, going over and throwing an arm around Luxord's wet shoulders. "With you gone, it has now been only me, Xemnas, Vexen, Zexion, and Saïx in this castle for the past week. Why must you deprive me of my fun?"
"I'm not depriving you of anything," Luxord replied simply. "You could perhaps try doing some work. I'm sure Xemnas would appreciate it. Make up for my 'missed meetings.'"
"Like hell you're not depriving me of anything," snapped the Freeshooter, leaning closer and biting at Luxord's uncovered collarbone.
Luxord rolled his eyes, managing to hit Xigbar in the face with his sodden gloves as he removed those as well.
Xigbar drew back, making a face. "What was that for?"
"Your apparent desire for me to get hypothermia."
"Fine. I'll let you dry off if you tell me what happened," Xigbar informed him, sitting down on the table.
Luxord snorted, kicking aside the dirty rapier he had dropped on the floor earlier after nearly tripping over it. "You will? How generous of you, Xigbar. I always knew you were a merciful man."
Scoffing, Xigbar waved a hand nonchalantly. "Hey, don't go ruining my reputation, now. Can't have word getting out that I'm nice."
"Sorry. I'll make sure to kill anyone else that knows," Luxord muttered.
"Well?" Xigbar urged, tugging lightly on one of the gold hoops that had replaced Luxord's normal earrings. "Spill it."
"The ship I was on crashed into a reef," Luxord explained, removing the hoops with a sigh, "during a storm. Smashed the thing to pieces. I washed up on some island and decided to come back here to recuperate for a bit before going back."
"Won't anyone there wonder how you got back?" Xigbar asked, head cocked to the side inquiringly.
"Oh, it shouldn't be too hard to disguise myself," Luxord answered, leaning on the table once more. "If you cleaned up everyone on that world, you wouldn't recognize half of them."
Xigbar started to trace imaginary patterns on the back of Luxord's hand with a finger. "Sounds charming. Why can't we send someone else to work on it and have you stay here?"
"You would have me shirk my duties?" Luxord inquired with a slight smirk, straightening up and taking his hand out from under Xigbar's.
"Eh, it wouldn't be your job anymore," Xigbar pointed out, scowling. "Would you stop being so coy and fucking strip already?"
"I thought you just wanted to talk," Luxord said slowly, despite the hand that had already gotten to work at undoing his belt.
"Changed my mind." Shifting to his knees, Xigbar grabbed Luxord's shoulder, jerking him forward into the table and pressing their lips together violently. Luxord forwent working on his belt to do away with Xigbar's Organization coat, damp fingers fumbling with the zipper momentarily.
"You've always been rather wishy-washy, haven't you," Luxord remarked calmly, pushing the dark leather off scarred shoulders.
"See, this's why I always hate it when you go off doing 'work' and all that," Xigbar growled into Luxord's neck, nipping at his skin hard enough to leave bruises, no doubt.
The coat satisfactorily removed, Luxord grabbed the other Nobody's hands, pulling off the tight gloves and tossing them on the floor with the rest of his wet clothing. "And why's that?"
"You're the only one that insults me while we fuck," answered Xigbar, sliding one of his now free hands down Luxord's chest and to the edge of his belt, which he promptly finished undoing.
"I'm sure — " Luxord's voice wavered ever so slightly as Xigbar slipped a hand beneath the coarse fabric of his off-world pants, starting to stroke slowly. " — Xaldin would be happy to insult you if you offered." Digging pale fingers into Xigbar's side, he moved closer, all space between them vanished, the table jabbing him harshly in the stomach. He pulled Xigbar forward, half off the table, so that the dark-haired man was between Luxord and the edge of the table.
"Naw," Xigbar muttered, legs almost collapsing as he was suddenly forced to support himself. "Wouldn't be the same." He began to stroke Luxord faster, then suddenly slowed, enjoying the tiny sounds of annoyance and pleasure that Luxord made with each change in pace.
"Stop fooling around," Luxord demanded, hands on Xigbar's hips as he worked on the Freeshooter's belt.
"M'second in command." Xigbar continued to kiss Luxord's jaw, neck, shoulder, ears, anything he could get his teeth on. "You can't order me around."
Soon Xigbar's belt joined the other one on the floor. "You know that doesn't mean a damn thing."
"Whatever." Xigbar had stopped moving his hands, and the glare Luxord gave him sent gleeful shivers up his spine. "Hey, I better be getting something for my efforts."
"We don't have any lube here, you know," Luxord said, rubbing a hand against Xigbar's growing erection.
"And you know I don't fucking care," came the other man's hoarse reply. "I've been through worse. I'm not a damn fairy princess."
Luxord smirked, pushing Xigbar back so that he was partially sitting on the table, pants half-off (not that Xigbar seemed to care about that either). "Could have fooled me."
Xigbar didn't bother gracing that with a reply, merely attempting to situate himself more comfortably on the table. Luxord, on the other hand, began sucking on his fingers, grinning as Xigbar let out another excited growl at the sight.
"So don't come complaining to me when you're all torn up and sore later," Luxord told him, taking his fingers from his mouth.
"Oh, I won't come complaining, that's for sure," Xigbar rejoined, grinning. "Ah!" He groaned as Luxord slipped a finger into him, wrapping his legs tighter around Luxord's waist (the pants now fully off, or that would have been rather undoable).
"That was a horrible joke, Xigbar. Honestly," Luxord sighed, adding another finger, savoring the feeling of Xigbar's hands on his arms and ignoring the fact that he'd probably have bruises there to match the ones on his neck.
A third finger now, and Xigbar was nearly ready to strangle Luxord if he didn't get it over with. Amused (but silently agreeing, though not on the strangling bit), Luxord removed his fingers, grasping Xigbar's hip once more with a hand as he entered him.
He started off slowly, out of some long-forgotten habit or whatnot, but Xigbar's impatience was not to be trifled with. At Xigbar's encouragement — "Fuck harder, you bastard, damn it, yes" — Luxord's thrusts became more hurried, more forceful. Despite himself, Luxord couldn't help but moan Xigbar's name, even though the idiot didn't need any more of a swelled head. (Oh, the puns.)
Fortunately, Xigbar returned the moaning in kind, so it wasn't anything they could use against each other, unless Xigbar wanted to bring up an argument of whose sex talk sounded more girly. Pleased, Luxord shifted a hand so that he could stroke Xigbar's throbbing cock, eliciting even more groans of contentment from the other man.
"Luxord," Xigbar managed to grunt without too much trouble.
"What?" Luxord gasped out after a particularly well placed thrust. "Don't tell me you're — already — "
But it was no use, as with a final jerk, Luxord came, setting his head down on Xigbar's shoulder as the latter followed suit. Luxord pulled away slowly, face slick with sweat as well as the remnants of seawater. There was silence for several moments, aside from their heavy breathing, until at last Xigbar grinned.
"And you were about to make fun of me for coming first."
Luxord groaned, pushing Xigbar back flat against the table. "I can't wait to get back to Port Royal and be rid of you."
"You know how I just love anticipating your return," Xigbar replied, still grinning smugly.
"Get a job, you lazy arse."
Xigbar propped himself up on an elbow, looking Luxord in the eye. "Maybe I will."
"Come again?"
"I thought you were tired — "
"Xigbar."
The dark-haired Nobody snickered. "Maybe I will see what Xemnas needs done off-world."
Luxord looked down at Xigbar questioningly. "Why the sudden change of mind?"
"So that I don't have to sit around and wait for you, for once."
Xigbar burst out laughing at that, and Luxord scowled at him, but the Gambler of Fate couldn't help but feel a little bit pleased at the thought.