XigLux: Weaknesses

His feet made nearly no sound as they hardly touched the ground. Reaching a corner he crouched down and peered into the room, only to have to retract his head as a flurry of cards nearly sliced through his head. Two cards lined up perfectly hit the wall with a dull shunk. With some sort of horror Xigbar realized that that was where his head would be pinned had he not the reflexes he did. He turned the corner, scowling. “Are you insane, Ten?!” He demanded, glaring at the man sitting at the table in front of him. “If I had been Demyx, I’d be dead!”
Luxord smiled lightly, sipping coffee from his Nobody emblem decorated mug. “But I knew it was you. I’d have bet on it.”
“That pun is really getting old.” Xigbar muttered under his breath to no one in particular but Luxord got the faint impression he knew who it was aimed towards; and it wasn’t him. “How did you know it was me?” He asked, frowning and changing the subject.
“You really suck at being sneaky.” Was his reply.
Xigbar used his only eye to glare at him as menacingly as he could but it seemed to have no effect on the Gambler of Fate. How did he keep that straight face? It annoyed Xigbar to no end. And now he was in a rather bad mood as he plopped himself down across from Luxord, propping his feet up on the table and leaning back in his chair, running his fingers through his ponytail He sighed when he felt it was rather loose and took it out, shaking his hair around his face. He put the tie in his mouth and looked up, about to gather it back around the back of his head when he saw the expression on Luxord’s face and instantly broke into an evil grin, much like that of a naughty little kitten about to pounce.
“Something wrong, Luxy?” He asked in a rather innocent voice, his hands running through his silky hair.
Luxord said nothing, the mug of coffee just inches from his lips but he didn’t move. At the sound of Xigbar’s voice he looked up and met his eye, something he regretted instantly. Xigbar was grinning and he blushed furiously, hiding his gaze under his hand, trying to regain his shame.
“Dude, you look flustered, Luxy.”
“Shut up, Xigbar.” Luxord replied, hating how smug his voice sounded for catching him ogling at the Freeshooters’ loose hair.
Xigbar was silent for a few moments, never a good sign, but before he could move his hand to make sure he wasn’t doing something potentially detrimental to either of their reputations he felt his hand being moved away by another and as he regained his vision he saw a bright yellow eye in front of him, just centimeters away.
“Isn’t this what you want, Luxy…?” He teased, his breath hot on the other Nobodies lips. He was still smirking.
Luxord’s blush returned tenfold this time, as he tried to smack Xigbar’s hands away from his own with his free hand.
Xigbar easily caught it with his own free hand and pretty soon Luxord was out of hands. He was sitting in a chair, while Xigbar kicked the table away and pinned him into the chair. He suddenly had the insane urge to slap the man. Numerous times. HARD.
“Get. Off. Me.” He hissed as Xigbar stood in front of him, both hands held tightly within his own.
“I’m not on you.” He pointed out, then leaned in, adding a rather seductive, “…yet.”
Luxord glared at him. He hated losing and currently that was what was happening. He hated his weaknesses being taken advantage of, and he suspected Xigbar did too, but right then he was unsure of just what Xigbar’s weakness was.
And then it hit him. Xigbar was just messing around. He wasn’t really going to do anything. So if Luxord did…
Before Xigbar could retract from when he leaned in to whisper in his ear, Luxord found his lips and pressed his own against them. He felt the shock beneath them and smugly began to loosen his hands. Xigbar let go, but only because he wanted them free so he could pulled Luxord closer to him, deepening the kiss. Luxord forgot about his brilliant plan to kick Xigbar and run after that, and focused only on gaining control of the deep, forced kiss.
When they had to break for air, Luxord’s awesome plan came back to him but he pushed it to the back of his mind, and pressing Xigbar against the nearest wall, a similar grin to the Nobody before him had worn just minutes before plastered on his face.
Nobody went into the kitchen for the rest of the day.