kinkfest | In the Middle (Kingdom Hearts II: Xigbar/Demyx/Luxord)

Title: In the Middle
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Slash
Word count: 744
Prompt: June 13: Kingdom Hearts, Luxord/Xigbar/Demyx: rivalry - who's your favorite?
Summary: Demyx has noticed how strangely Luxord and Xigbar have been acting. He's not sure if he should like it or not...

A/N: Posting early as I am going to be out of town this weekend. An I apoogize if I mistranslated the prompt at all as to who was fighting with whomever, but this is what came to mind first.

To speak in terms of emotions he wasn‘t supposed to have, Demyx was flattered by the efforts Xigbar and Luxord made to gain his attention and, in some odd way, his affection. What concerned him, bothered him, was how competitive they were whenever he came around.

“Demyx, love, did you receive the music sheets I left in your room?” There was a slight purr in Luxord’s voice as he casually placed his arm around Demyx’s shoulder.

The nocturne grinned, “Yes! I can’t wait-”

“Pssh. Kid has enough music, X.” Xigbar flipped down from the ceiling, smiling lazily. “It’s not romantic anymore.”

“As though you were the master of romance.” Luxord rolled his eyes. “At least I don’t leave him obscene novelties.”

Xigbar and Luxord exchanged a heated look and Demyx suddenly felt like being anywhere else.

“Hey! He likes those things! You shoulda seen the way his face lit up when I gave him that candy g-string!”

“You’re such a deluded pervert! You only want to take advantage of poor Demyx!”

“Um, guys…” Demyx, face as red as Axel’s hair, spoke up. His eyes rapidly shifted between both of them as he edged out of Luxord’s hold. “I have to go… walk Saix… Er… Bye!”

With that, he dashed down the hall, leaving the competing men to continue their bickering without him there.

---

“Zexy! I don’t know what to do.” Demyx groaned, burying his face in his arm. Zexion peered over his book at the pathetic form slumped over the table across from him. With a sigh, he closed the book and slid it to the side.

“IX, you’ll have to tell me a little more information if you want any advice.”

“Well Xigbar and Luxord are both giving me all these gifts- and they’re nice gifts too- well, maybe not the ones Xigbar gives sometimes, but those are funny! Anyway, I don’t mind the gifts- I like the gifts!- but it feels like they are pressuring me into choosing one of them over the other but I don’t want to choose because I like both of them and want them to be my friends and if I don’t choose one they’ll both be mad but if I do choose then the one I don’t choose will probably never talk to me again!”

Zexion blinked. He was amazed at Demyx’s ability to create the world’s longest run-on sentence and be able to say it all in one breath.

“Well? What do I do?” IX asked with a pout.

“In my personal opinion-”

“You should have a threesome!”

“Axel, you don’t typically visit the library. How long have you been eavesdropping?”

The redhead poked his head out from around the corner of shelves he’d been hiding behind, his grin wide and mischievous. “Long enough.”

“I can’t do that, Axel!” Demyx was flustered, trying to rid his head of the thoughts Axel planted in it.

“Why not? Afraid neither one of ‘em will go along with it? Fine. Just let both of them bang you without the other one knowing.”

“AXEL!” Demyx, much to Zexion’s dismay, picked up the book he had been reading and chucked it at the pyro, who easily dodged it.

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Demyx wasn’t sure how he wound up in this situation. He had been sitting on the couch in the common room, minding his own business, when Xigbar slid in beside him. Before he could say anything, Luxord was on his other side. He could feel the tension between them; it was suffocating.

Xigbar‘s head was on his shoulder, breath heavy and warm against his earlobe; it made Demyx shudder. “Demyx, you have to tell us. Which one of us do you like more?”

Luxord’s arm snaked behind him, his hand on his hip now, thumb massaging the bone tenderly. “Give us an answer.”

Xigbar smirked, eye narrowing. “I already know the answer.” He placed a gloved hand behind the musician’s head and pulled him into a sharp kiss, golden eye watching Luxord’s expression carefully.

The gambler’s nostrils flared as indignant rage flowed through him. He reached forward, fist tangling in Xigbar’s ponytail, and jerked the sniper away from Demyx. In a move that surprised Demyx more than anyone else, Luxord proceeded to smash his lips against Xigbar’s in a violent, bruising kiss.

With a cry of slight annoyance, he stared at the two who had been vying for him... as they made out practically in his lap. “What about me?”