Couch Play

Written in about three hours, more as a way to kick my muse in the head than anything.

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Xaldin sank to the couch with a sigh, head tilted back as he sank into the padded white leather. A month had passed since he walked the castle halls, and while he obviously had no affection for the place, there was always something nice about being home. Especially being home after a long, boring mission, 'Observe these worlds, a week in each'. Only one of the four had turned up anything that could possibly be useful, a bratty prince with an enchanted rose and a hair problem. Knowing he might soon be sent out again to further study that idiot prince, he was bound and determined to soak up every bit of the castle's cultured elegance while home.

"Couldn't even come in and say 'hello' before taking a nap?"

Xaldin didn't bother looking up. There was no way he's confuse that voice for anyone else. "I'm not napping, I'm relaxing." He corrected.

When the other Nobody spoke again, his voice came from the side of the room, something that Xaldin had gotten used to long ago. "As if. If I had come in here five minutes later, you'd be snoring."

"I do not snore."

"Do too." The other side again, closer now.

"At least I don't talk in my sleep."

"Okay, now you're making shit up." Directly overhead this time, and Xaldin knew that if he opened his eyes, he'd be face to face with the older Nobody. He resolutely kept them closed, his face relaxed, knowing it would annoy the other. As he expected, he heard an irritated huff, felt a warm puff of air across his cheeks. The other Nobody was closer than he had thought. "I do not talk in my sleep." Almost petulant, sounding like a little kid. Xaldin shoved down the urge to smirk. Another annoyed sigh, and he felt a leather-clad finger prod his forehead. "It's polite to at least look at the person you're talking to."

"Who's talking?" Xaldin retorted with a shrug. "I'm napping."

"Open your eyes."

"Make me."

Childish, but amusing none the less. To further annoy his opponent, Xaldin stretched luxuriously and tucked his hands beneath his head, looking as if he planned on sleeping the entire afternoon. He doubted the other Nobody would try anything drastic here in the lounge, which was the castle's neutral ground and open to anyone.

He was proved completely wrong when a long fingered hand resolutely cupped his crotch. Xaldin's eyes flew open in shock at the unexpected touch, then snapped shut again at the sight of Xigbar hanging in the air just above him, scarred face split in a grin. "Xigbar, we're in the damn lounge." He growled. "What if someone walks in?"

"Fuck 'em." Came the reply. "We don't have to answer to anyone but Xemnas, and he doesn't come down here. Everyone else can get bent."

"I'm sure this is against some code of Organization conduct." He tried again, a hitch in his words from Xigbar's thumb tracing circles around the growing bulge in his pants. "Fraternizing in public or something."

The other's weight settled in his lap, familiar and too blatant to be ignored. "You forget that we were the ones who helped write those rules." Xigbar said, and Xaldin could hear the grin in his voice. "And even if there was something about 'fraternizing in public', I hereby exercise my right as Second-in-Command and declare that rule null and void."

"Great." Xaldin said flatly. "Now the Dusks'll be mating in the hallways."

"We'll sic Saïx on 'em."

Xaldin finally opened his eyes properly, quirking an eyebrow at the smug face above his own. 'All that for a quick fuck on the couch?" He asked.

"You left me here with Vexen and Luxord for company for a month." Xigbar snapped. "There's only so many times one can stand being beat at ANY sort of game. By the third week, they had a running bet going on who could tromp me the most." He paused, looking thoughtful. "Never found out who won."

"I had no idea you were such a masochist." Xaldin grinned.

"You have no idea how boring it gets around here when most everyone's gone." Xigbar retorted. "Even getting my ass handed to me intellectually was better than sitting around."

"Amusing as all that is," The lancer said. "It has nothing to do with my original question."

"You left me here with only myself for good company." Xigbar stated. "Luxord's a boring lay and Vexen won't come near me after he caught you and me in his laboratory."

"Xemnas?"

Xigbar made a face. "He'd probably take notes the entire time."

Xaldin's laugh was interrupted when Xigbar, having left off his ministrations while they talked, gave the dragoon's cock a firm squeeze through his pants. "You did it again, damn you." The gunman accused, fingers rolling against the hardening flesh. "You get me talking about the most inane shit, until I damn near forget what we're doing."

"I can't help that you're a chatterbox." Xaldin managed, hips shifting restlessly. He reached up and drew down the zipper on Xigbar's coat, his other hand tracing the zipper's path along the revealed skin.

Xigbar smirked, then blinked, tipping his head as if listening to something Xaldin couldn't hear. He tugged his hair tie out, gray-streaked hair falling across his shoulders, and twisted the elastic band around his hand. Xaldin frowned, opening his mouth to ask what the man was doing, when the lounge door opened. Xigbar aimed the band over his shoulder without looking and shot it directly into a rather confused Demyx's forehead. "Scram." He said, not looking back at the young Nobody. "We're busy."

For a moment, it looked like Demyx was going to say something, but instead he left without a word, pulling the door shut behind him. "Fraternizing in public." Xaldin chuckled.

"And you call me a chatterbox." Xigbar muttered darkly.

"Actually, I'd say you were more 'easily distracted'."Xaldin replied airily

"I'll show you 'easily distracted'." Xigbar promised. Xaldin's retort was cut off by the gunman's mouth slanting across his own with all the intense focus the Nobody usually put to use shooting targets that were miles away. The lancer reciprocated, fingers digging into the other's backside and pulling him close as their lips bruised and teeth nipped. There was nothing similar to romance in their embrace, not even the fondness their Other's had shared. There was only an instinctual lust that, even as Nobody's, they had never lost.

Xaldin threw his head back with a low, growling moan as Xigbar's hand made it's way down the front of his pants to close firmly around his cock. The gunman knew him too well, knowing just how to stroke and caress, making his veins course with heated sensation. He leaned back against the white cushions, gasping at the ceiling while Xigbar stroked him to full hardness.

"Why, Xaldin." The gunman all but purred, leaning over the dragoon. "You look a bit flustered." Xaldin didn't bother answering verbally to the tease, clearing his head enough to pull open the other Nobody's pants. Xigbar grinned and shifted, helping to tug the fabric halfway down his thighs before turning around to sit with his back against Xaldin's chest. Xaldin reached between their bodies and freed his cock from his pants, his other arm around Xigbar's waist to pull him into position.

As soon as he felt the lancer's erection press against his entrance, Xigbar jerked his hips back, impaling himself on the other's length with a short yell of pain. "There's easier ways to do that." Xaldin muttered into the gunman's ear.

"Take too long." Xigbar ground out, teeth clenched and head tipped back against Xaldin's shoulder. He tried to move and growled when Xaldin's hands held him still. "Let go, dammit."

"I think you need to learn a bit of patience." Xaldin replied smoothly, nibbling on the gunman's earlobe. He held Xigbar's hips in both hands, carefully lifting him and rocking him back down as slowly as he could manage. Xigbar growled in frustration, trying to break the other's hold, or at least encourage him to move faster. But Xaldin had strength and patience on his side, and he used both without qualm, forcing the other into a slow, hard rhythm.

Eventually, the nearly-painful tightness around his cock eased, allowing the dragoon to thrust ever deeper into the gunman's body. Xigbar, meanwhile, had given up on struggling against the younger Nobody's grip in favor of threading his hands tight in Xaldin's braids and muttering dire threats for his treatment. "Why, Xigbar." Xaldin breathed against the gunman's neck. "You look a bit flustered."

"I'm pulling rank on you." The older Nobody snarled. "Fuck me properly, now, or I'm giving your spot to Marluxia."

"That'd last for a week before Saïx took his head off." Xaldin countered, stilling their movements completely, buried to the hilt in Xigbar's ass. Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, he was very, very close to his climax, and the pause was more to gain back a little self control than to annoy his partner.

"Then I'll give it to Demyx, but would you just fucking move?"

Xaldin finally consented, fingers digging into Xigbar's hips bruisingly tight as he pounded into the other as fast as he could. It didn't take long for either of them at that rate, and Xaldin had time for only a short curse before he came. Beyond the rushing of blood in his ears, he could hear an inarticulate noise of pleasure, the only warning Xigbar gave before coming himself, his entire body spasming in release.

They didn't take long in recuperating afterwards, Xigbar pulling himself to his feet and setting his clothes to rights. When he was done, he turned around and leaned over Xaldin, who was still seated. "Welcome back home," He grinned, nose to nose with the other Nobody. "And you're going to pay for that."

"I look forward to it." Xaldin smirked.

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the picture that inspired the above: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/194603/