The Bet.
A'IGHT HERE GOES NUFFIN.
The Bet.
He had lost the bet. Granted, in retrospect, it was pretty obvious he was on the losing side... and betting against Luxord was basically suicide but... well he wasn't sure why he even followed his gut instincts anymore. They all lead him to places he'd rather not have gone to...
This was one of them. He stared at the frilly, black lace thong. It would never... cover... he winced. "Oooh... I knew this was a bad idea..." he whined to himself. His eyes travelled over to the bed where the rest of the ensemble lay. There was a cincher, garter belt, stockings, and some arm length gloves. All black, all frilly. He sighed.
Demyx had never been very good at knowing when to stay out of bets that involved Luxord and Axel and a bottle of sake...
"C'mon, Demyx... you can do this..." he told himself, knowing that if he chickened out it'd be far worse than actually going through with it. He steeled himself, took a few deep breaths and nodded, determined expression on his face.
Shedding the robes and his usual undergarments, he again eyed the flimsy lace with trepidation before exhaling, inhaling and pulling them on. It wasn't that bad, really. A little uncomfortable, but not as bad as he'd imagined it'd be. He adjusted it to where it was as comfortable as he could make it, and reached out to grab the stockings.
Those were pretty easy to put on. Next came the belt, and attaching the stockings it, and finally the gloves and cincher (which was by far, the toughest item to get on, but only because he couldn't figure it out for a moment).
If course, it didn't end here. In order for this bet to be fully executed, he needed to show Luxord and Axel this... outfit... He put his robes back on over it, and went off to look for the two.
He spots Axel and waves him down, "Axel! Do you know where Luxord is?" The redhead grins.
"Oh, you mean..."
"Yeah, and it feels really weird. So the faster we find Luxord, the faster I can take this stuff off..." Demyx shifted uncomfortably. Axel snickered. It wasn't long before they found Luxord as well, Axel called out to the card player.
"Hey Lux... Dem's ready to fulfill his end of the bet."
"Is he, now? I quite like the sound of that..." the bearded man stroked his chin. "Shall we... go somewhere less public?"
"It'd be nice, yeah..." the sitar player chimed.
"My room." Axel suggested, and they all teleported (convenient, I know, BUT WORK WITH ME...).
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"C'mon, Dem. Let's see it~" Axel drawled, leaning in close to the dirty blond. Demyx made a face, reluctant.
"Let me get my camera..." Luxord chortled, bringing out the electronic. "This simply has to go down in history..."
"You guys..." Demyx whined, blushing furiously.
"Hey, all's fair in love and war, right?" Axel laughed. "Take off your coat." he moved forward and began unzipping the garment nonetheless. Demyx shrugged out of it once it was loose enough. He gulped and clenched his eyes shut, waiting for laughter that never came. Experimentally, he cracked one eye open, landing on Axel.
The redhead was looking the blond up and down, thoughtful expression on his lips. His lips curled upward in a smirk, and he locked eyes with Demyx.
"Nice... Very nice..." he whispered, licking his lips. Demyx swallowed thickly. Luxord was snapping pictures like crazy, mumbling about how well the would sell on the black market or something of the like. The dirty blond fidgeted.
"O...kaaay... so are we done with the be--MEEP!" he hadn't been expecting to be jumped by Axel like that. He hadn't been expecting the redhead to latch to his lips like that, to plant such a searing and heated kiss, to rub his body against him... he seriously hadn't. Luxord paused for a moment, gawked, grinned, and promptly started happily snapping the shutter button.
His surprise melted away, Axel's skilled lips working on his in a way that made him forget anything and everything... that made him only want more. He leaned back into the redhead, kissing him back just as hungrily now. They entwined their arms, Axel pushed him against a wall and bucked their hips together roughly. He pulled back for a moment, staring deeply into Demyx's eyes.
"Listen, Demyx..." he started, but the mohawked boy silenced him, shushing him.
"It's okay, Axel." was all he said before his eyes fluttered closed again and he slowly leaned forward catching his lips in his own. The kisses deepened, the emotions they weren't supposed to feel ran high... before too terribly long, Axel was peeling down lace gloves and stockings, throwing flimsy fabrics to the ground, intent on ravishing the blond right there and then (by this point, Luxord's pulled out a video camera)...
He's just as undressed at the dirty blond, panting, sweating, and full of want. Wordless sounds, gestures, and they knew what the other wanted, and agreed. They didn't pay any mind to the card player at this point... Luxord had set up his tripod so he could... focus on more important matters at hand...
The redhead pressed his lips against Demyx's neck, hands working down low, stroking him and making pathetic mewling noises escape his throat. He reached around discarded robes, finding what he needed (read: lube. No gay/bi man should travel without it). Nibbling on the dirty blond's shoulder, he slicked two fingers down and pressed them against his opening, pushing in slowly.
Demyx moaned, pressing back against the intrusion. Axel smirked again.
"Y'like it~?" he mocked the musician's battle catch phrase. Demyx's blush intensified, and he bit his lip, nodding. "Mm, well let me show you... something better..." the redhead whispered in reply.
He prepared himself for entrance, as well as the sitar player. Lining up just right, he pushed all the way into the tight opening, sighing. Oh, Demyx was tight... Demyx groaned in return, making a face that could only be described as amazing to Axel at this point. He couldn't take it much longer, and didn't...
He began pounding his hips to Demyx's within seconds of being fully sheathed and it was pure bliss. Hearing his little moans, high pitched emissions of pure pleasure were mind bogglingly arousing and he couldn't get enough of them. He was also making grunts, in, out, in, out. His hands gripped slender hips, pulling them to him as he pushed to them for maximum friction, and oh, was it heaven...
"Nnn... Demyyyyx..." he breathed, "Gonna cum soon..." Demyx nodded, his mohawk beginning to droop in some areas. sweat clung to his body, making the friction all the sweeter. He felt his abdomen tightening in that familiar coil of heat, ejaculation just over the edge... finally reaching it as his body took the plunge and he came onto the floor.
A strangled noise escaped Axel's own lips and he released his heat into the musician as the both realised they weren't alone...
"Bloody hell..." Luxord whispered, stroking himself to completion. Axel laughed.
"Shit, I forgot you were there, Lux... sorry... should've said something, I'd've let you join in~" the redhead said teasingly.
"Thanks for the offer, Red. I'll be sure to take you up on it later." the gambler replied, lazy smirk spreading over his features now that he was also sated.
"Y'know... losing bets isn't that bad in the end..." Demyx said softly. Axel and Luxord laughed.
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Me + inspiration! + 1am = this. >_> I hope it isn't shit. XD I'm not really all here at this hour... and we have this running gag on orgxiii (GJ) that Luxord's the Organization's porn photographer. To explain that joke. Ish.
For wickedorin.