A LuxordxDemyx fic?
Title : Only Chance to Fold
Characters : Luxord, Demyx
Rating : PG
Genre : Romantic-y
Summary : Demyx is sick of Wonderland, so Luxord cuts him a deal.
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“Augh,” Demyx sulked, slumped against his sitar, the tabletop a good ten stories or so above their heads. They'd just gone through another hidden door in the forest canopy, only to come falling back into the room they started in. Again. “I hate this place.” Saix must've been feeling extra sadistic that morning. 'Eliminate the giant Heartless?' Just who was he freaking kidding here?
“So rare, to have met a poker face that I couldn't read.” Luxord mused somewhere to his right, still thinking about that cat, apparently. He shuffled his cards absently, spreading them in a perfect fan in his hands. “Curious animal. Very curious...”
“You'd fit in here.” Demyx murmured, scowling at the magic ceiling. He just knew that somewhere, some perfect, horrible Heartless was just waiting to land in his hair. “Freaking loony.”
“Shall we go back?” Luxord suggested, gesturing toward the little open door in the corner. Demyx groaned and slumped farther, feet slipping out from under him and flopping a short ways to the floor.
“And start all over again? Why bother?” Demyx's fingers ached to strum his instrument, to feeling its smooth vibrations and nothing else. Sick of work. Just so, so sick of work. Especially the physical kind of work that, more often than not, got him burned or stepped on or poisoned.
“What better place to start again than the beginning?” Luxord countered and Demyx sneered mockingly, the ridiculous hardships of this nonsense world just about pushing him over the edge of his patience.
Then Demyx brightened. “Hey, I got an idea. How 'bout we split up?” Luxord raised an eyebrow, warily. Disapprovingly. “You scout ahead, and, and I'll just catch up later. Sound good?” Later being never, of course. He smiled hopefully, even though his partner's expression failed to alter to his liking. Hell, that line didn't even work on Roxas anymore.
Luxord chuckled. “That's an old trick, friend.” He shuffled his cards again, three quick successive times. “I'm afraid you won't outwit me that easily.”
“Yeah, well. It was worth a try.” Using his sitar for support, Demyx climbed to his feet. And if it didn't take too much effort, somewhere, some perfect, horrible Heartless was going to pay dearly for his trouble. “Work is work, right?”
“Right...That is, unless you'd care to make a wager, friend Demyx?” His smile seemed harmless enough, but of course, that meant relatively nothing coming from a Nobody.
“Whaddaya mean? Like what?”
Luxord fanned his cards, the backs facing outwards. “Pick any card with a higher face value than nine and you can sit this one out. That simple.”
“And if I don't?” Demyx said with caution, leaning against the over-sized table leg. Nothing wrong with a healthy dose of skepticism. “I do the mission by myself?”
“Oh, no, I wouldn't want to burden you.” Luxord said, clearly amused. He folded his cards back into a single deck, packing them dexterously in his left hand. “You'd still have the choice to pass on this mission, only in exchange for something else. Something of my choosing.”
Demyx frowned, feeling like he was missing something. Sounds like either way, he'd be getting out of doing work. Usually, he wasn't one to complain, but something was just too fishy. “Wait, what exactly do I have to lose here?” Even Demyx could sense when he was being teased.
“Precisely. Win, lose, or draw, the house rules in your favor.” The cards spread once again in one solid fan, delicately scribed encryptions along each backside. Held tantalizingly in Demyx's direction. “We have an accord?”
How'd I get stuck with this kook? “Alright, deal. Whatever.” Demyx shrugged, feeling a strange thrum of magic just as he touched the edges of the cards. They felt almost like metal, but bent as easily as plain cardboard when held in his own hand.
He flipped it over and made a face as the three of clubs stared back at him from the glossy card. Oh, well, guess I lost.
“Hm, too bad.” Luxord plucked the card back from his fingers, shuffling it back into the deck. Small, satisfied smile on his lips. Wouldn't even be surprised if he cheated. “Looks like Lady Luck just isn't on your side today.”
“Guess not. Hehe. You said something about an exchange, right?” Demyx shouldered off his backpack, flipping it open, clicking his tongue at the meager contents. “All I got is a crapload of Shining Shards, but if you really want 'em, they're yours.”
Luxord pushed his pack away with one hand, stepping curiously close. “That's not the prize I was looking for, actually.” The leather of his gloved fingertips stroked long, slow lines under Demyx's jaw, his eyes almost feral in their intensity. Uh, whoa.
“Wait a minute, guy.” Demyx would've stumbled backwards had the leg of the normal-to-their-mini-sized table not been so conveniently placed behind him. “Heh, I-I didn't agree to that.”
“Didn't you?” Luxord's voice was low and smooth, almost aggravatingly so. “I asked if we had an accord and you agreed, blindly. It's never wise to engage in a game of which you don't know all the rules. That was your mistake...friend.”
“Yeah, but--”
“The house always wins, Demyx.” Luxord crowded him against the barrier, hand curling under his chin, tilting his head delicately back.
“Wait!” Demyx yelped. “Waitwaitwaitwaitwait, wait, wait...Wait...” He breathed, scrunching his eyes closed as he figured the inevitable was just going to happen and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He pursed his lips and squashed himself into the table and waited for the kiss that he certainly did not, upon any circumstances, agree to.
Upon failing to feel lips pressed presumably violently against his own, Demyx dared to crack open his eyes a fraction, finding Luxord simply staring at him from his still close proximity. His elbows braced casually against the wooden leg behind him, and his eyebrow cocked. “You didn't do anything.” Demyx said plainly, blinking.
Luxord snorted, more amused than anything. “You are such a child.”
“Hey, that is not--”
Apparently emboldened by his foolish protesting, Luxord took his mouth, soft yet demanding, parting his lips gradually with his tongue. Demyx made a noise, half alarm, half enthrallment, then a small experimental lap of his own, nervous at first on sheer principle. A hand on the nape of his neck tilted his head back, pushing their mouths closer, deeper, and Demyx wasn't sure he should be enjoying this quite so much, but he was, groaning softly, wrapping his arms around, pulling him down, nearly pushing himself up.
There was a want there, to push up, to rub against, to feel the body in front of him, under him or on top of him, all warm and heavy and, damn, so much closer than this. Demyx might've gasped this or something close to this before it ended and he could still feel the resonance of eager hands on his sides, his hips, all over.
It was over too quickly after it started, Luxord breaking away in kind of a breathless flourish and Demyx wilted against the column, still tasting, suddenly content and looking to endlessly play on his sitar a carefully composed song that could better express what he was feeling, or not feeling or whatever.
Luxord smiled and carded one gloved hand through his hair, speaking, “And let the chips fall where they may...”
Demyx only caught the end of his sentence, mind still half-lost and fuzzy with something like lust. He only noticed the man was leaving, off toward the little door in the corner. “Hey.” Demyx sat up, collecting his forgotten pack and all the spilled Shining Shards lying glittering on the floor. “Hurry up, will you?”
A pause and another quick grin. “I wanna RTC already.”
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Somehow, I just couldn't resist making Luxord weird as all hell. He's one of my fav Org Members, after all.
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Characters : Luxord, Demyx
Rating : PG
Genre : Romantic-y
Summary : Demyx is sick of Wonderland, so Luxord cuts him a deal.
-
“Augh,” Demyx sulked, slumped against his sitar, the tabletop a good ten stories or so above their heads. They'd just gone through another hidden door in the forest canopy, only to come falling back into the room they started in. Again. “I hate this place.” Saix must've been feeling extra sadistic that morning. 'Eliminate the giant Heartless?' Just who was he freaking kidding here?
“So rare, to have met a poker face that I couldn't read.” Luxord mused somewhere to his right, still thinking about that cat, apparently. He shuffled his cards absently, spreading them in a perfect fan in his hands. “Curious animal. Very curious...”
“You'd fit in here.” Demyx murmured, scowling at the magic ceiling. He just knew that somewhere, some perfect, horrible Heartless was just waiting to land in his hair. “Freaking loony.”
“Shall we go back?” Luxord suggested, gesturing toward the little open door in the corner. Demyx groaned and slumped farther, feet slipping out from under him and flopping a short ways to the floor.
“And start all over again? Why bother?” Demyx's fingers ached to strum his instrument, to feeling its smooth vibrations and nothing else. Sick of work. Just so, so sick of work. Especially the physical kind of work that, more often than not, got him burned or stepped on or poisoned.
“What better place to start again than the beginning?” Luxord countered and Demyx sneered mockingly, the ridiculous hardships of this nonsense world just about pushing him over the edge of his patience.
Then Demyx brightened. “Hey, I got an idea. How 'bout we split up?” Luxord raised an eyebrow, warily. Disapprovingly. “You scout ahead, and, and I'll just catch up later. Sound good?” Later being never, of course. He smiled hopefully, even though his partner's expression failed to alter to his liking. Hell, that line didn't even work on Roxas anymore.
Luxord chuckled. “That's an old trick, friend.” He shuffled his cards again, three quick successive times. “I'm afraid you won't outwit me that easily.”
“Yeah, well. It was worth a try.” Using his sitar for support, Demyx climbed to his feet. And if it didn't take too much effort, somewhere, some perfect, horrible Heartless was going to pay dearly for his trouble. “Work is work, right?”
“Right...That is, unless you'd care to make a wager, friend Demyx?” His smile seemed harmless enough, but of course, that meant relatively nothing coming from a Nobody.
“Whaddaya mean? Like what?”
Luxord fanned his cards, the backs facing outwards. “Pick any card with a higher face value than nine and you can sit this one out. That simple.”
“And if I don't?” Demyx said with caution, leaning against the over-sized table leg. Nothing wrong with a healthy dose of skepticism. “I do the mission by myself?”
“Oh, no, I wouldn't want to burden you.” Luxord said, clearly amused. He folded his cards back into a single deck, packing them dexterously in his left hand. “You'd still have the choice to pass on this mission, only in exchange for something else. Something of my choosing.”
Demyx frowned, feeling like he was missing something. Sounds like either way, he'd be getting out of doing work. Usually, he wasn't one to complain, but something was just too fishy. “Wait, what exactly do I have to lose here?” Even Demyx could sense when he was being teased.
“Precisely. Win, lose, or draw, the house rules in your favor.” The cards spread once again in one solid fan, delicately scribed encryptions along each backside. Held tantalizingly in Demyx's direction. “We have an accord?”
How'd I get stuck with this kook? “Alright, deal. Whatever.” Demyx shrugged, feeling a strange thrum of magic just as he touched the edges of the cards. They felt almost like metal, but bent as easily as plain cardboard when held in his own hand.
He flipped it over and made a face as the three of clubs stared back at him from the glossy card. Oh, well, guess I lost.
“Hm, too bad.” Luxord plucked the card back from his fingers, shuffling it back into the deck. Small, satisfied smile on his lips. Wouldn't even be surprised if he cheated. “Looks like Lady Luck just isn't on your side today.”
“Guess not. Hehe. You said something about an exchange, right?” Demyx shouldered off his backpack, flipping it open, clicking his tongue at the meager contents. “All I got is a crapload of Shining Shards, but if you really want 'em, they're yours.”
Luxord pushed his pack away with one hand, stepping curiously close. “That's not the prize I was looking for, actually.” The leather of his gloved fingertips stroked long, slow lines under Demyx's jaw, his eyes almost feral in their intensity. Uh, whoa.
“Wait a minute, guy.” Demyx would've stumbled backwards had the leg of the normal-to-their-mini-sized table not been so conveniently placed behind him. “Heh, I-I didn't agree to that.”
“Didn't you?” Luxord's voice was low and smooth, almost aggravatingly so. “I asked if we had an accord and you agreed, blindly. It's never wise to engage in a game of which you don't know all the rules. That was your mistake...friend.”
“Yeah, but--”
“The house always wins, Demyx.” Luxord crowded him against the barrier, hand curling under his chin, tilting his head delicately back.
“Wait!” Demyx yelped. “Waitwaitwaitwaitwait, wait, wait...Wait...” He breathed, scrunching his eyes closed as he figured the inevitable was just going to happen and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He pursed his lips and squashed himself into the table and waited for the kiss that he certainly did not, upon any circumstances, agree to.
Upon failing to feel lips pressed presumably violently against his own, Demyx dared to crack open his eyes a fraction, finding Luxord simply staring at him from his still close proximity. His elbows braced casually against the wooden leg behind him, and his eyebrow cocked. “You didn't do anything.” Demyx said plainly, blinking.
Luxord snorted, more amused than anything. “You are such a child.”
“Hey, that is not--”
Apparently emboldened by his foolish protesting, Luxord took his mouth, soft yet demanding, parting his lips gradually with his tongue. Demyx made a noise, half alarm, half enthrallment, then a small experimental lap of his own, nervous at first on sheer principle. A hand on the nape of his neck tilted his head back, pushing their mouths closer, deeper, and Demyx wasn't sure he should be enjoying this quite so much, but he was, groaning softly, wrapping his arms around, pulling him down, nearly pushing himself up.
There was a want there, to push up, to rub against, to feel the body in front of him, under him or on top of him, all warm and heavy and, damn, so much closer than this. Demyx might've gasped this or something close to this before it ended and he could still feel the resonance of eager hands on his sides, his hips, all over.
It was over too quickly after it started, Luxord breaking away in kind of a breathless flourish and Demyx wilted against the column, still tasting, suddenly content and looking to endlessly play on his sitar a carefully composed song that could better express what he was feeling, or not feeling or whatever.
Luxord smiled and carded one gloved hand through his hair, speaking, “And let the chips fall where they may...”
Demyx only caught the end of his sentence, mind still half-lost and fuzzy with something like lust. He only noticed the man was leaving, off toward the little door in the corner. “Hey.” Demyx sat up, collecting his forgotten pack and all the spilled Shining Shards lying glittering on the floor. “Hurry up, will you?”
A pause and another quick grin. “I wanna RTC already.”
--
Somehow, I just couldn't resist making Luxord weird as all hell. He's one of my fav Org Members, after all.
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