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kinkfestTitle: Stripped Bare
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jlsigman
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
Word count: 643
Prompt: (February 17) Kingdom Hearts II, Organization XIII (any combination): strip poker - "I think Demyx is cheating. I know Luxord is"
A/N: Set just before Chain of Memories. Sorry it’s late, had a personal issue come up a week ago that killed my writing for a while.
Luxord only played cards alone when he wanted to, which wasn’t very often. The rest of the time he always had at least one willing partner, since boredom was an every-present threat to the Nobodies. Or at least to those around the bored Nobody. Sometimes it was just Xigbar, and the drinking and cursing and gambling would go on for days. Sometimes others would join in, and occasionally there was a crowd.
Today’s game was turning into a crowd: Luxord had been playing with Xigbar when Lexaeus, Zexion, and Vexen unexpectedly wandered by and were badgered into a few hands. Vexen’s distinctive whining as he lost called to the shark known as Larxene, who sat down with a sharp smile. Lately (Luxord had noticed) wherever Larxene went, Axel was soon to follow, and wherever Axel went, Demyx would suddenly show up, and eight Nobodies in one room other than the throne room was a precarious situation, indeed.
In a wicked mood, Luxord brought out several containers of some drink he called “rum” that he had found in the world he was working on. Lexaeus made the first sounds anyone had heard from him in months as he choked on the strong liquor, which made Demyx gasp in astonishment, which nearly got him killed as some of the rum entered his lungs instead of his stomach. Xigbar howled with laughter and called them all “fucking babies”, which made Larxene scowl fiercely and take two gulps, which meant that Axel had to take three.
Demyx didn’t so much as suggest that the loser have to remove a piece of his clothing as demonstrate it. When Vexen lost the next hand and did not follow suit, Axel simply reached over and started trying to yank his coat off. Fire and ice clashed, but the outcome was really never in doubt. Vexen’s hood was badly scorched when he finally fled through a portal. Zexion and Lexaeus looked at each other, shrugged, then politely folded their hands and followed.
Xigbar lost the next hand because he was still wiping tears of laughter from his eye and, grumbling, tossed one of his gloves over his shoulder. Demyx lost. Axel lost. Demyx lost. Xigbar lost. Demyx lost. Demyx lost again and was in nothing but his pants.
“I think Demyx is cheating,” Axel said with a wink.
Xigbar huffed. “I know Luxord is.”
Luxord merely raised his glass, his blue eyes twinkling. “I’m not the only one completely clothed,” he murmured.
Larxene buried her face in her cards. She was already regretting this game, if only because Demyx’s pale, skinny chest was something that would haunt her nightmares for days. She looked up to see the men giving her various degrees of the evil eye, and she bristled. She would not be run off! “Deal, asshole,” she snarled.
Luxord made a “tut” noise in his throat, shaking his head. Deciding to teach the Savage Nymph a lesson, he very carefully shuffled and dealt the next few hands. Axel lost. Xigbar lost. Larxene lost.
She took a deep breath. Demyx hunched down in his chair a bit, as if anticipating a blow. Xigbar and Axel smirked, and Luxord merely raised his eyebrows. “Oh, fucking fine,” she said, lifting her leg and letting her booted heel hit the table hard enough to make Demyx yelp. She untied the knotted laces at the top, and then slowly, with a smile a half a notch softer than her usual grin, weaved her fingers underneath and moved them up and down so that the laces slowly and softly slid out through the holes. She wrapped her hand around the tongue of the boot and carefully lifted it so that she could pull her leg out.
“Good show,” Luxord applauded with a slightly appreciative grin. He gathered up the cards. “All in for the last hand?”
Author:
jlsigmanRating: PG-13
Warnings: language
Word count: 643
Prompt: (February 17) Kingdom Hearts II, Organization XIII (any combination): strip poker - "I think Demyx is cheating. I know Luxord is"
A/N: Set just before Chain of Memories. Sorry it’s late, had a personal issue come up a week ago that killed my writing for a while.
Luxord only played cards alone when he wanted to, which wasn’t very often. The rest of the time he always had at least one willing partner, since boredom was an every-present threat to the Nobodies. Or at least to those around the bored Nobody. Sometimes it was just Xigbar, and the drinking and cursing and gambling would go on for days. Sometimes others would join in, and occasionally there was a crowd.
Today’s game was turning into a crowd: Luxord had been playing with Xigbar when Lexaeus, Zexion, and Vexen unexpectedly wandered by and were badgered into a few hands. Vexen’s distinctive whining as he lost called to the shark known as Larxene, who sat down with a sharp smile. Lately (Luxord had noticed) wherever Larxene went, Axel was soon to follow, and wherever Axel went, Demyx would suddenly show up, and eight Nobodies in one room other than the throne room was a precarious situation, indeed.
In a wicked mood, Luxord brought out several containers of some drink he called “rum” that he had found in the world he was working on. Lexaeus made the first sounds anyone had heard from him in months as he choked on the strong liquor, which made Demyx gasp in astonishment, which nearly got him killed as some of the rum entered his lungs instead of his stomach. Xigbar howled with laughter and called them all “fucking babies”, which made Larxene scowl fiercely and take two gulps, which meant that Axel had to take three.
Demyx didn’t so much as suggest that the loser have to remove a piece of his clothing as demonstrate it. When Vexen lost the next hand and did not follow suit, Axel simply reached over and started trying to yank his coat off. Fire and ice clashed, but the outcome was really never in doubt. Vexen’s hood was badly scorched when he finally fled through a portal. Zexion and Lexaeus looked at each other, shrugged, then politely folded their hands and followed.
Xigbar lost the next hand because he was still wiping tears of laughter from his eye and, grumbling, tossed one of his gloves over his shoulder. Demyx lost. Axel lost. Demyx lost. Xigbar lost. Demyx lost. Demyx lost again and was in nothing but his pants.
“I think Demyx is cheating,” Axel said with a wink.
Xigbar huffed. “I know Luxord is.”
Luxord merely raised his glass, his blue eyes twinkling. “I’m not the only one completely clothed,” he murmured.
Larxene buried her face in her cards. She was already regretting this game, if only because Demyx’s pale, skinny chest was something that would haunt her nightmares for days. She looked up to see the men giving her various degrees of the evil eye, and she bristled. She would not be run off! “Deal, asshole,” she snarled.
Luxord made a “tut” noise in his throat, shaking his head. Deciding to teach the Savage Nymph a lesson, he very carefully shuffled and dealt the next few hands. Axel lost. Xigbar lost. Larxene lost.
She took a deep breath. Demyx hunched down in his chair a bit, as if anticipating a blow. Xigbar and Axel smirked, and Luxord merely raised his eyebrows. “Oh, fucking fine,” she said, lifting her leg and letting her booted heel hit the table hard enough to make Demyx yelp. She untied the knotted laces at the top, and then slowly, with a smile a half a notch softer than her usual grin, weaved her fingers underneath and moved them up and down so that the laces slowly and softly slid out through the holes. She wrapped her hand around the tongue of the boot and carefully lifted it so that she could pull her leg out.
“Good show,” Luxord applauded with a slightly appreciative grin. He gathered up the cards. “All in for the last hand?”
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