"After The Wedding" Challenge by Mika Onee-chan
The Rules
#1- It must be 2000+ words!
#2- Your prompt is "After The Wedding"
#3- It must be Xigdem or Akuroku!
#4- Appropriate second couples: SaixXemnas, LexaeusZexion.
Luxord, Marluxia, Larxene, Vexen and Xaldin you can do whatever the heck you want with!
#5- Smut is allowed, and much appreciated!
You don't have to, but in order to understand this story better, you might want to read my other Prompt from Mika Onee-chan. It was the "At A Bar" Challenge, entitled 'Just A Misunderstanding'
I got high points for that one because it was soooo fantastic. This one I like, but it's hard to write so many words! I had to fill up the day after they got married with whatever they had been doing.
"Why not smutty?" You might ask. Well, that's because the Akuroku one I'm doing will be nothing but hot, heavy, yaoi-mushy smut. So just wait for that one if you want your Orgy XIII smut so bad.
Xigbar: What? I dun get any? Yer a cruel writing, Halle.
Yes, Xigbar, but you get all the cutsey-xigdem moments. Maybe I'll write you some smut soon, okay?
Xigbar: *grumble* k.
Chapter 1- 1,268 words
Good Morning
"Imagine you
wake up
with me beside you;
Yes, this is love."
Imagine You Wake Up With Me Beside You, Mark Anthony THomas
How fast a few weeks can fly by, Xigbar thought. He nestled his arm further under the pillow, and tightened his hold on the mulleted blond in his arms.
It couldn't have been more than a day ago when Xigbar beseechingly fell to his knees beside the adorable blond. "Will yer marry me?" He said. Demyx, naturally, grinned and said yes. That had been almost a month ago, though it didn't feel that long at all. It all went by so fast to him. Time, as they said, flies (In Xig's opinion, it flew like a drunken bird.)
You proposed with a stolen ring! Demyx reminded him yesterday. True, it hadn't been theirs. It was actually Axel's first attempt at also proposing to Roxas.
Let's have a double wedding! Demyx had said after they had (begrudgingly, on Xigbar's part) returned the ring to a cuddly and vibrant Axel and Roxas, who had been snuggling in a major display of PDA on the couch.
No! all three men had said, and Demyx had just sighed. But Larxene said it would have been cute!
Double no! Larxene is not invited. Xigbar ground out, and then he had dragged Demyx away.
Of course, Xigbar went out and got them both real rings after that. But Axel and Roxas were withholding their wedding until later, even though they had been flaunting their pretty rings. Xigbar, unfortunately, really couldn't afford something so fancy. They were just simple golden rings. Demyx still squealed like a woman when he saw them. A glisten from Xigbar's own wedding band brought him back from his own thoughts. He twisted it on his finger, admiring it.
Married in less than a month. On impulse. The older man chuckled, causing Demyx to wake with the vibration. He was his usual adorable morning self, yawning, and stretch, nearly missing Xigbar's face with his hand.
"Watch where yer stickin' that, kid." He growled well-naturedly, nipping at Demyx's neck. Demyx laughed gently, and reached back, grabbing his husband's hair and giving a light tug.
"Good morning to you too, Xiggy." the blonde mumbled warmly, rolling over to press his face to Zigbar's chest and inhaling deeply, something Xigbar would never hope to understand about the younger man. Bizarre kid.
"Why's it that ya do that, anyways, Dem?" He muttered, frowning. After a night of hot, sweaty sex, I can't possibly smell that good... last night... Xigbar's thoughts drifted, and his body flushed as he felt the blood flow southward. Last night had been-
"Because no matter what," Demyx punctuated this with an amusemental kiss to his chest, "or should I say, who," he blushed, and Xigbar smirked, "you've been doing, you always smell good. Like metal and gunpowder... and something uniquely you!" He finished certainly.
"I smell like a gun?" Xigbar muttered, confused. Should I be flattered or not?
"That's not what I meant, but okey dokey!" Demyx smiled, and hugged Xigbar's torso. Xigbar practically glowed for a second. And we can do this as much as we want now without getting dirty looks, hah!
The kid's too easy! Xigbar thought affectionately. "C'mon Dem, let's get dressed." He muttered. He pried Demyx off of him, and shrugged off their covers, standing.
Demyx, instead, just leaned back and observed the view.
"Are ya gonna get dressed or what...?" Xigbar asked, moving about the room and looking for his clothes.
"I think I'd rather just lie in bed all day." Demyx answered coyly, crossing his hands behind his head and letting the sheet drift down just below his hipbones, giving Xigbar a suggestive glance. Xigbar, who had struggled into a pair of jeans, zipped up his fly and turned to look at his blonde, gray and black hair falling into his face, putting a hand on the dresser for balance.
Is Dem being... promiscuous? Oh god, I really must've rubbed off on him...
"What're ya lookin' at?" Xigbar said gruffly, blushing. He really had never been proud of his body, as it was dark and rough and covered in scars. He always thought he was nothing but wirey and scary looking. He was.. embarassed?
"My husband." Demyx grinned. "I think I have the right to look at you, now that we're married." At the glance he got from from Xigbar, he hesitated and then turned away. "If you don't want me to look, that's okay too." he murmured softly. Demyx blushed, suddenly red. He folded his hands in his lap, looking solumn.
"N-no! Augh, Dem, 'm sorry." Xigbar apologized, feeling guilty and tossing himself, now mostly dressed, on the bed beside Demyx who flushed even more, and pulled the covers up around his chest.
Now suddenly feeling modest, Demyx cast his eyes downward at the floor beside their bed. His eyes fell upon the trashcan, and he jumped, scaring Xigbar.
"Good god!" Demyx exclaimed, "How many times did we do it last night?!" He screeched.
Xigbar was taken aback, and he leaned over Demyx, pointing with his hand and counting each condom.
"One, two, three... six, seven?" Even Xigbar was shocked.
Really? Wow. A new record.
Wait... these aren't all ours!
"Demyx... I think somebody 'as 'ad sex in our room. If ya were using condoms to jerk yourself off, ya'd better tell me now." Xigbar said, deathly grim, still hanging over Demyx's lap.
"N-no!" Demyx denied, franticly waving his hands in the air. Then, calmer, "Wait, who would have do it in our room?"
The freeshooter growled. "I can think of two people who would." A certain puppy and his gray-haired master...
Demyx gulped at his tone. "W-well, I'm sure whoever they are, they're very sorry... Xigbar! Can you get off of me? I wanted to get dressed."
Xigbar, who was snapped from his murderous thoughts by Demyx tapping him on the head and requesting he move, complied, and soon Demyx was bustling about their room, tidying around Xigbar until it was as neat as it had been previously. When he finished, he sat down with a phew! beside Xigbar, who had watched the whole thing with amusement, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Welcome back, my little housewife." Xigbar grinned proudly, ruffling Demyx's hair.
"I am not a housewife!" Demyx protested, and he tugged on Xigbar's ponytail. "Xiggy, today's the first official day we're married! What do married couples do?" He asked innocently.
Xigbar had to stop and think for a second. "Well," he mumured slowly, "I'm pretty sure my parents argued. And had sex. And drank. Dad kicked the cat and lazed about, and mom took care of us. But we don't have kids. Or a cat." He ended thoughtfully, a finger on his chin.
Demyx looked horrified. "But, I don't want to argue, or drink, or kick animals, or babysit!"
The freeshooter smirked knowingly, saying "You left out have sex."
Giggling, Demyx stood up, "But we did that all last night though... not that I wouldn't do it again, Xiggy, but..." He pouted. "What are we going to do now? I'm dressed. Let's do something!"
Xigbar let out a long, impatient sigh. "When did you become so easily un-entertained? I remember once I just sat you down with some string and a stick, and you left me alone for hours. Where did that Dem go?" He muttered under his breath.
Demyx looked offended. "Time flies when you're maturing. You married a smarter-er Demyx." the melodious nocturne said proudly.
Rolling his eye, Xigbar gruffly said. "Well, I don't know what to do with you, Dem!"
Demyx frowned, thinking hard.
"I'm hungry!" he said, and to punctuate this, Xigbar's stomach growled.
"To the kitchens?" Xigbar suggested. Demyx nodded, and bounced out the door. Xigbar let out another exasperated sigh and slunk behind him down the hallways of Castle Oblivion.