I don't own Kingdom Hearts 2. Blahdie blahdie blah.
And yes, this is my second favorite one I've written.
:']
PS: I made Marluxia a whore and slight OOC-ness.
“I wonder what everyone else’s hands look and feel like…” Demyx sat in his room, staring at his gloved hand. “I know! I’ll ask them!” Demyx got up happily and walked over to his door. “I wonder if every-“ Demyx stopped abruptly when he saw Marluxia and Larxene standing in his doorway, smirking at him.
“If everyone will what Number Nine?” Larxene hissed venomously.
“Yes Demyx, tell us. We are very curious,” Marluxia said, matching Larxene’s hatred.
“It’s nothing Numbers 11 and 12,” Demyx replied nervously.
“No Demyx,” Marluxia purred, “We won’t tell, we promise.” He stepped forward towards the younger male, who in turn stepped back. “You aren’t planning to betraying the Organization, are you? I have heard that there is a traitor in our midst. Who do you think it could be? Me? That new kid? Roxas was it? Or maybe…maybe it’s, you my dear Demyx.”
“I would never betray the Organization!” Demyx was getting scared; Marluxia was getting closer every moment and accusing him of treason!
“How do we know that Number Nine?” Larxene said as Marluxia pushed him against the wall.
“S-stop it...” Demyx said weakly, “I would never do anything to hurt the Organization. Leave me a-alone!”
“Numbers 11 and 12!” A booming voice came from the end of the hall. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Xigbar was standing down the hall with his arms crossed over his chest. Marluxia immediately jumped away from Demyx, who was visibly shaking.
“It’s none of your concern Number Two!” Larxene yelled at the elder man.
“You have Number Nine pinned against the wall. You two may leave now.”
“We may leave?! Who do you-“
“Number Two, second in command. As I said, you two may leave.” Glaring, Larxene and Marluxia did as instructed and disappeared around the corner of the hall.
“You okay kid?” Xigbar asked walk up to Demyx and ruffling his hair. “What did you do to upset them so much?”
“I-I didn’t tell them something…”
“Oh? Care to explain?”
“It wasn’t against the Organization I swear!”
“Demyx, it’s okay, I know it was nothing against the Organization. Calm down kid.” The blonde was still shaking, but calmed down a little now that the elder male was there. “What didn’t you tell them?”
“Oh…” Demyx replied blushing, “I was going to ask if everyone would let me see their hands.” Demyx looked up quickly when he heard a low chuckle from Xigbar’s chest.
“Is that all?” Demyx nodded meekly. “Well, do you want to see mine?” The lower ranking male looked up with an ‘Are-you-serious’ look upon his face.
“Really!?”
“It’s just my hands Squirt,” Xigbar replied, raising an eyebrow. “If it means that much to you, sure, I’ll show you my hands.” The younger male suddenly grabbed his superior by the arm and dragged him into his own room.
“Thanks Xiggy!” Demyx chirped happily.
“Xiggy? Why are we in your room?” Xigbar looked around Demyx’s room, quit surprised. It was actually neat, not that he expected it to be a pigs sty, but a little messier judging from the younger boys personality. But everything seemed in line, the bed was made, not a lot of things on the floor, it wasn’t horribly neat, but it had that lived in feeling.
“Xiggy? And you going to sit down?” Demyx was suddenly sitting in the middle of the bed cross-legged, and patted a space in front of him for Xigbar to sit.
“Oh, yes, thank you.” Xigbar replied a little flustered. After taking his seat in front of Demyx, of course sitting in a more dignified manor, he removed his glove then held his hand up to Demyx. “You just wanted to see my hand?”
“Yup!” Demyx took Xigbar’s hand within his own, surprising the man, and started to trace his fingers over his palm. “They’re smoother than I thought.”
“What?” Xigbar raised an eyebrow. “Did you expect them to be all calloused and nasty?”
“Well, yes. Since you’re a sniper and all. I thought that your hands would be all rough from the heat and pulling the trigger.”
“Just because I’m a sharp-“ Xigbar suddenly stopped when Demyx rubbed his face against the back of his palm. ‘He looks so…cute.’ “What are you doing?” Shock could not describe what Xigbar was feeling. “Kid? …Demyx?” Said male had turned Xigbar’s hand over and began to nuzzle against his palm.
“Yes Xiggy?” Demyx replied, looking up at Xigbar with his face still pressed firmly against his hand.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“You’re hands are so soft and smooth. They feel so nice.” Demyx then removed his own glove and ran it along the sharp shooter’s fingers. “I don’t think I remember anyone’s hands ever being like yours.”
“I’m sure you have kid, you just aren’t thinking straight right now.” Xigbar tried to regain his composure, but all was lost with what Demyx did next. He had kissed each fingertip and then in the middle of his palm. Xigbar flushed badly and melted on spot.
“Thank you Xiggy, for helping me earlier. I…I didn’t know what Marluxia was going to do...He’s done things like that before, but Luxord normally stops him…It’s kinda scary. Xiggy? Did you hear me?”
“Huh? Wait, Number 11 has done what?” Xigbar looked furious. ‘The next time I see that stupid flower,’ he thought ‘I’ll shoot him in the roots!’
“Xiggy? What’s wrong?”
“You don’t deserve that!” Number Two suddenly stood up by the edge of the bed and was about to leave the room when Demyx suddenly grabbed his un-gloved hand with his. Xigbar twisted back and say something when he saw the blonde male’s eyes, pleading him to stay. Obviously confused, he looked at Demyx with the “You-don’t-want-me-to-kill-him?” look in his eyes.
“Please Xiggy, don’t hurt Marluxia.”
“But he’s just going to do it again if no one teaches him a lesson! You said it yourself that he’s-“ Demyx suddenly did the unthinkable. He kissed Xigbar. It wasn’t the most graceful way, but it was enough to shut Number Two up immediately. But just as Xigbar started to return the kiss, Demyx broke away.
“I…I’m really sorry about that…” Demyx looked down and ran his bare fingers over both his and Xigbar’s gloves. “I…just never thought anyone really cared about me…I guess I was right. I’m sorry for that and …here.” Demyx held Xigbar’s glove up, but never lifted his head.
‘I…I really do care for him. I want to protect him. I want him to come to me if he’s sad. I want him to come to me when he’s happy. I want to make him smile. I want to hold him. I want…I want him to love me,’ Xigbar’s mind was racing in every direction, but all heading towards Demyx. Number Two took the glove softly out of Number Nine’s hand.
Demyx suddenly looked up when he heard the sound of leather dropping on the floor and was shocked to see Xigbar’s face merely inches from his own. “I don’t only care for you kid,” he took Demyx’s bare hand within his own and intertwined their fingers together, “I love you.” Softly and gently, Xigbar pressed his lips against Demyx’s and wrapped his free arm around the younger male’s waist. Said male, was more than happy to oblige. Demyx tried to pull the sharp shooter closer, but only ended up in both of them falling on the bed. Number Nine suddenly started laughing into the kiss, then Xigbar took advantage of his open mouth.
Demyx gave in, almost immediately, to Xigbar’s ways, knowing full well of him being dominant. But he knew he wanted to make the kiss more enjoyable to his newfound lover, and his free hand suddenly found itself intertwined in Xigbar’s long, luxurious locks of blue-black hair.
Xigbar, very much disappointed in his lung capacity, pulled away and was panting heavily. He rolled off Demyx rather ungracefully and lay on his back. The boy was quick to curl up against his love’s side and rests his own head on his chest.
“Ya know what this means, right?” Number Two asked as he wrapped his arm around Demyx.
“You and I are gay? And that the Superior will howl with laughter?”
“Well, yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” Demyx looked up and Xigbar with a confused look upon his face and stared questionably. The older male smirked and said with a snicker, “You have a hand fetish.”
-FIN-
And yes, this is my second favorite one I've written.
:']
PS: I made Marluxia a whore and slight OOC-ness.
“I wonder what everyone else’s hands look and feel like…” Demyx sat in his room, staring at his gloved hand. “I know! I’ll ask them!” Demyx got up happily and walked over to his door. “I wonder if every-“ Demyx stopped abruptly when he saw Marluxia and Larxene standing in his doorway, smirking at him.
“If everyone will what Number Nine?” Larxene hissed venomously.
“Yes Demyx, tell us. We are very curious,” Marluxia said, matching Larxene’s hatred.
“It’s nothing Numbers 11 and 12,” Demyx replied nervously.
“No Demyx,” Marluxia purred, “We won’t tell, we promise.” He stepped forward towards the younger male, who in turn stepped back. “You aren’t planning to betraying the Organization, are you? I have heard that there is a traitor in our midst. Who do you think it could be? Me? That new kid? Roxas was it? Or maybe…maybe it’s, you my dear Demyx.”
“I would never betray the Organization!” Demyx was getting scared; Marluxia was getting closer every moment and accusing him of treason!
“How do we know that Number Nine?” Larxene said as Marluxia pushed him against the wall.
“S-stop it...” Demyx said weakly, “I would never do anything to hurt the Organization. Leave me a-alone!”
“Numbers 11 and 12!” A booming voice came from the end of the hall. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Xigbar was standing down the hall with his arms crossed over his chest. Marluxia immediately jumped away from Demyx, who was visibly shaking.
“It’s none of your concern Number Two!” Larxene yelled at the elder man.
“You have Number Nine pinned against the wall. You two may leave now.”
“We may leave?! Who do you-“
“Number Two, second in command. As I said, you two may leave.” Glaring, Larxene and Marluxia did as instructed and disappeared around the corner of the hall.
“You okay kid?” Xigbar asked walk up to Demyx and ruffling his hair. “What did you do to upset them so much?”
“I-I didn’t tell them something…”
“Oh? Care to explain?”
“It wasn’t against the Organization I swear!”
“Demyx, it’s okay, I know it was nothing against the Organization. Calm down kid.” The blonde was still shaking, but calmed down a little now that the elder male was there. “What didn’t you tell them?”
“Oh…” Demyx replied blushing, “I was going to ask if everyone would let me see their hands.” Demyx looked up quickly when he heard a low chuckle from Xigbar’s chest.
“Is that all?” Demyx nodded meekly. “Well, do you want to see mine?” The lower ranking male looked up with an ‘Are-you-serious’ look upon his face.
“Really!?”
“It’s just my hands Squirt,” Xigbar replied, raising an eyebrow. “If it means that much to you, sure, I’ll show you my hands.” The younger male suddenly grabbed his superior by the arm and dragged him into his own room.
“Thanks Xiggy!” Demyx chirped happily.
“Xiggy? Why are we in your room?” Xigbar looked around Demyx’s room, quit surprised. It was actually neat, not that he expected it to be a pigs sty, but a little messier judging from the younger boys personality. But everything seemed in line, the bed was made, not a lot of things on the floor, it wasn’t horribly neat, but it had that lived in feeling.
“Xiggy? And you going to sit down?” Demyx was suddenly sitting in the middle of the bed cross-legged, and patted a space in front of him for Xigbar to sit.
“Oh, yes, thank you.” Xigbar replied a little flustered. After taking his seat in front of Demyx, of course sitting in a more dignified manor, he removed his glove then held his hand up to Demyx. “You just wanted to see my hand?”
“Yup!” Demyx took Xigbar’s hand within his own, surprising the man, and started to trace his fingers over his palm. “They’re smoother than I thought.”
“What?” Xigbar raised an eyebrow. “Did you expect them to be all calloused and nasty?”
“Well, yes. Since you’re a sniper and all. I thought that your hands would be all rough from the heat and pulling the trigger.”
“Just because I’m a sharp-“ Xigbar suddenly stopped when Demyx rubbed his face against the back of his palm. ‘He looks so…cute.’ “What are you doing?” Shock could not describe what Xigbar was feeling. “Kid? …Demyx?” Said male had turned Xigbar’s hand over and began to nuzzle against his palm.
“Yes Xiggy?” Demyx replied, looking up at Xigbar with his face still pressed firmly against his hand.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“You’re hands are so soft and smooth. They feel so nice.” Demyx then removed his own glove and ran it along the sharp shooter’s fingers. “I don’t think I remember anyone’s hands ever being like yours.”
“I’m sure you have kid, you just aren’t thinking straight right now.” Xigbar tried to regain his composure, but all was lost with what Demyx did next. He had kissed each fingertip and then in the middle of his palm. Xigbar flushed badly and melted on spot.
“Thank you Xiggy, for helping me earlier. I…I didn’t know what Marluxia was going to do...He’s done things like that before, but Luxord normally stops him…It’s kinda scary. Xiggy? Did you hear me?”
“Huh? Wait, Number 11 has done what?” Xigbar looked furious. ‘The next time I see that stupid flower,’ he thought ‘I’ll shoot him in the roots!’
“Xiggy? What’s wrong?”
“You don’t deserve that!” Number Two suddenly stood up by the edge of the bed and was about to leave the room when Demyx suddenly grabbed his un-gloved hand with his. Xigbar twisted back and say something when he saw the blonde male’s eyes, pleading him to stay. Obviously confused, he looked at Demyx with the “You-don’t-want-me-to-kill-him?” look in his eyes.
“Please Xiggy, don’t hurt Marluxia.”
“But he’s just going to do it again if no one teaches him a lesson! You said it yourself that he’s-“ Demyx suddenly did the unthinkable. He kissed Xigbar. It wasn’t the most graceful way, but it was enough to shut Number Two up immediately. But just as Xigbar started to return the kiss, Demyx broke away.
“I…I’m really sorry about that…” Demyx looked down and ran his bare fingers over both his and Xigbar’s gloves. “I…just never thought anyone really cared about me…I guess I was right. I’m sorry for that and …here.” Demyx held Xigbar’s glove up, but never lifted his head.
‘I…I really do care for him. I want to protect him. I want him to come to me if he’s sad. I want him to come to me when he’s happy. I want to make him smile. I want to hold him. I want…I want him to love me,’ Xigbar’s mind was racing in every direction, but all heading towards Demyx. Number Two took the glove softly out of Number Nine’s hand.
Demyx suddenly looked up when he heard the sound of leather dropping on the floor and was shocked to see Xigbar’s face merely inches from his own. “I don’t only care for you kid,” he took Demyx’s bare hand within his own and intertwined their fingers together, “I love you.” Softly and gently, Xigbar pressed his lips against Demyx’s and wrapped his free arm around the younger male’s waist. Said male, was more than happy to oblige. Demyx tried to pull the sharp shooter closer, but only ended up in both of them falling on the bed. Number Nine suddenly started laughing into the kiss, then Xigbar took advantage of his open mouth.
Demyx gave in, almost immediately, to Xigbar’s ways, knowing full well of him being dominant. But he knew he wanted to make the kiss more enjoyable to his newfound lover, and his free hand suddenly found itself intertwined in Xigbar’s long, luxurious locks of blue-black hair.
Xigbar, very much disappointed in his lung capacity, pulled away and was panting heavily. He rolled off Demyx rather ungracefully and lay on his back. The boy was quick to curl up against his love’s side and rests his own head on his chest.
“Ya know what this means, right?” Number Two asked as he wrapped his arm around Demyx.
“You and I are gay? And that the Superior will howl with laughter?”
“Well, yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” Demyx looked up and Xigbar with a confused look upon his face and stared questionably. The older male smirked and said with a snicker, “You have a hand fetish.”
-FIN-
