Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Gambling Series ❯ The Slumber Party ( Chapter 4 )

Characters copyright of Square Enix. Contains some course language and sexual themes. Beware of typos x.x;;;

 

 

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“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY WE WERE DOING?” Saix growled very loudly, suppressing his shout from a full blown yell. He was very tempted to pull out his claymore and kick some ass, but he was refraining from shedding any blood in the new room. Xemnas smirked at him, arms folded coolly across his cloaked chest.

 

“I said we're having a slumber party in this room tonight. Everyone who's in this room will attend, and I will personally see to it that you will,” he said, orange eyes narrowing, leaving no room to wiggle out of the predicament. It wasn't a suggestion; it wasn't even a demand: it was an order, straight from the founder of the organization himself.

 

“Hope Ansem doesn't show up to crash the party,” Axel muttered under his breath. One of Xehanort's counterparts may have been dead, but it still pissed Xemnas off to hear about his heartless. He glared at the pyro but chose to ignore it instead. He would get the jerk back later for his snide comment, and being lax about it now should have served the man well for a warning.

 

Looking around the room Axel, Roxas, Saix, Zexion, Demyx, Luxord, and Marluxia were trapped within the scheming, diabolical demon's thorny clutches. Xemnas grinned wickedly, holding up a sheet of handwritten paper.

 

“These are the `rules,' for this <i>slumber party</i> and I expect every one of you to abide by them on pain of my wrath. I'll expect you all to be prepared by this evening and in here before the sun is gone.” With that, Xemnas vanished, the paper fluttering to the ground, never reaching its destination for it was snatched before it could. Saix skimmed the list and threw it back in the air with a scoff, Roxas catching it but not knowing what to do with it. Saix had left in a huff.

 

“Well, what does it say?” Axel prodded, poking the boy and leaning over his shoulder. Roxas shrugged.

 

“Come in sleeping wear, bring a sleeping bag, everything else is up to you. Games are in mind, movies will be played, and popcorn will be made. Demyx that's your job, I don't trust Axel to burn anything again.” Axel scowled upon reading the line. “I didn't burn it on purpose….” Roxas rolled his sky blue eyes.

 

“Well, hate to see what Xemnas is planning,” Marluxia mused, one hand on his delicate chin in thought.

 

“Doesn't matter, I'm not going.” Axel pulled Roxas by his arm.

 

“I don't think we have a choice,” Roxas pointed out, to which the pyro shrugged.

 

“You <i>don't</i> have a choice,” Zexion added calmly, his soft voice almost ominously chilling. “It's <i>Xemnas</i>.” This fact seemed to make a point as Luxord nodded nervously. Demyx just looked confused.

 

“I guess I'll bring popcorn but won't it be cold by then?” he asked, innocently oblivious. Marluxia shrugged.

 

“Guess I'll help you on that.” He sighed before disappearing into the darkness with Demyx.

 

 

 

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“What the HELL is that?” Xemnas shouted as a song reached his ears. He had just returned to the lounging room he had made Xigbar set up, complete with a couch, plenty of pillows, floor space, a TV, a counter along the back wall, and cabinets lining one wall in which to store whatever Xemnas wanted to store, only to find some sickeningly sweet song about diamonds and carpet rides and princesses. Demyx looked up from where he sat at the music system on the other side of the large screen TV, having been fiddling with the volume. A stuffed rabbit under one arm, his pink fuzzy slippers matched the animal he was holding, ears and all. Deadpan, his finger pressed the button it had been wavering over as Xemnas glared at him, wearing nothing but his grey drawstring slacks. Having skipped the current song, another played.

 

“Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me! We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho! Maraud and embezzle and even hijack. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!” Before Demyx could change the song, confused as to whether Xemas found it worthy to his listening pleasure, he froze when the leader gave another shout.

 

“Stop! I like this song…….extort… and filch hm?” Pondering dangerously to himself, Zexion appeared, dressed casually in a grey T-shirt and faded baggy jeans that fell about his ankles. Under one arm was a teddy bear.

 

“I don't think they're talking about the same `filch' you are Xemnas,” he said in his soft voice, making himself comfortable on a pile of pillows, since Number 1 had taken over the couch.

 

The dark grey haired man rolled his eyes and scoffed.

 

“Ohh Sexy has a teddy bear, how cute,” he mocked with an impish grin. Zexion merely shrugged.

 

“Ow, Axel let go,” Roxas cried, entering through the darkness with the pyro in tow. Yanking his arm away, Roxas hurried himself to the side of the couch, eyes pleading for reprieve from his captor. Hugging the boy from behind, Axel attacked, biting his ear.

 

“We kindle and char, inflame and ignite. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho! We burn up the city, we're really a fright. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!” Axel stopped to listen.

 

“What song is this? I like it.” Xemnas laughed. Confused but settling on the fact that he seemed to please everyone in the room with the song, Demyx managed a small, uncertain smile for his doings. While Axel listened, Roxas wiggled from his grip, daring to make room for himself by the sadistic leader who was pulling them into yet another fiendish ploy.

 

“So what exactly are we doing?” Axel asked, frowning, a look of terribly belied incredulity and stupor apparent on his face at Roxas' actions. Xemnas grinned at him with wickedly orange eyes.

 

“Waiting for three others,” he said matter-of-factly. Everyone listened as the song played out, Axel concocting some formulated plan of being able to sidle up next to the boy he was attached to yet still staying as far away from Xemnas as possible. Deeming it a lost cause he sighed hopelessly and on the floor, putting the arm of the couch between him and Roxas.

 

“Sorry guys, I got a little lost,” Marluxia said as he wandered in, looking around in a slight daze. He was wearing his ebony coat, a pink collar just barely poking out from beneath the heavy fabric. As he ambled over to Demyx, Saix showed up, looking rather disgruntled and upset, but as he looked around the room and noticed Zexion, his anger dissipated into a barely noticeable pout. Quite unexpectedly the next song, the prelude having gone unnoticed, blared loudly as Demyx had turned the volume up in order to hear it over the talking.

 

“The seaweed is always greener, in somebody else's lake. You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake. Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor—” Axel looked as if he had been shot, Xemnas had nearly undergone a heart attack, Saix was tense and utterly stricken at the happiness of the tune and Demyx was just laughing. Roxas cringed as the decibels filled the room, Zexion just wishing he was never here. Marluxia smiled awkwardly, turning the volume down.

 

“AHHHH IT BURNS!” Xemnas shrieked as the chorus filled his ears. “Turn that damn thing off now or I swear I'll turn you inside out,” he snarled, threatening Demyx. Too taken over by the priceless look on Xemnas' face, Demyx had no time to fear for his life, fits of giggles and peels of laughter shaking him as he rocked on his heels. Zexion smirked at the mirth, Saix wincing as he cuddled next to the brunette on the bed of pillows. Before the wielder of water could lose his head via decapitation, Marluxia did him the favor of skipping the song—straight into another ridiculously happy song.

 

“It's a world of laughter, a world of tears. It's a world of hopes and a world of fears. There's so much that we share, that it's time we're aware, it's small world after all.”

 

“OH MY GOD!” Xemnas shouted, covering his ears with a spasm from his seat on the couch. Even Demyx cringed at how joyously the song was sung. It's a Small World was <i>not</i> a song the roots of all evil should be listening to.

 

“Sweet Kingdom Hearts make it stop!” Axel moaned, his ears covered as well.

 

“Zexion, please kill me now,” Saix said simply, leaning forward to look the brunette in the face, one hand cupped over smooth pale fingers.

 

“Oops,” Number 9 admitted sheepishly, skipping the song before it could do anymore damage. Soft music was heard as the room settled down from its fits.

 

“From the day we arrived on the planet, and blinking stepped into the sun; there's more to see, than can ever been seen, more to do, than can ever be done. There's far too much to take in here, more to find than can ever be found. But the sun rolling high in the sapphire sky, keeps great and small on the endless round. It's the Circle of Life!” Xemnas moaned at the terrible choice in music.

 

“Who else are we waiting for?” Roxas questioned meekly from his place next to Xemnas, unsure as to whether he wanted to face the pyro or the insane.

 

Having taken Number 1's mind off of bloodied thoughts of murdering Demyx, his attention was fully turned instead now, on Roxas. He grinned.

 

“Oh yes, you're still beside me aren't you,” he soothed, slipping an arm around the boy's waist and leaning in, too close for comfort. Axel jumped up to defend the kid, but Xemnas merely waved him off. Saix sat contently with head against Zexion's shoulder.

 

“Hm, what a peaceful song,” he sighed contently, eyes closed.

 

“The Circle of Life?” Zexion wonder aloud to himself, but mentally shrugged it off. As the song played on, Axel half heartedly fought with Xemnas over Roxas who, being jostled, clothes torn at, was probably praying it would just end so he could go to a corner and stay there the rest of the night. Marluxia spoke quiet comments every now and then to an attentive Demyx who eagerly nodded when in agreement, or pondered with drawn brows when he disagreed before speaking his thoughts. As the arguing got louder, the volume of the music steadily grew with the vociferousness, despite Demyx sitting right in front of a speaker. As half of the next song played, the arguments stopped as words of the chorus reached nearly deaf ears.

 

“We are men! We must be swift as the coursing river. We are men! With all the force of a great typhoon. We are men! With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon!” As Demyx was enthusiastically singing, Xemnas couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the water boy as actually being manly. Axel, confused that the leader had stopped to start laughing, having completely missed whatever antics Number 9 was pulling off, he took the opportunity to steal Roxas away by one arm, the boy's T-shirt riding up from the scuffle. At the mention of the moon Saix' countenance fell, but after searching dark blue eyes, he grinned to himself.

 

“Sounds like you,” he whispered to Zexion, voice barely above the sound of an exhale.

 

“Hm?” The brunette had been lost in his thoughts.

 

“The song. `Mysterious as the dark side of the moon,'” he nearly crooned, not wanted to sing but unable to keep himself from just saying the lyrics. One hand propped on a small chest, he traced his fingers along the stretched folds in Zexion's grey shirt. The brunette's lips tugged in a small frown. Before the song could finish, ruining Demyx's fun, Xemnas made him turn it off, tears lining his eyes from laughing so hard.

 

“Well, Luxord will probably never come, the chicken.” He pondered, perhaps scheming a punishment for his disobedient servant of darkness. “Well now,” he clapped his hands, pausing as he looked around the small room at each one in turn, after standing. “We can bring sleeping bags out later,” he grinned, “but you four can't possibly sleep in that all the time.” He gestured to the cloaks, indicating they take them off, levelly staring down Marluxia, Demyx, Axel, and Saix.

 

“I see pink,” Xemnas teased as he took four steps, approaching Number 11 and tugging playfully at the collar that stuck out. Marluxia blushed faintly, pulling and turning away, mumbling something incoherent.

 

“Come on, my rules were clear! Take off the coats; I'm tired of seeing them.” Xemnas clapped his hands, turning to the rest of room expectantly and crossing his arms. Gingerly, Marluxia removed his cloak, only unzipping it halfway before stepping over the folds of the black material and handing his cloak to an always grinning Xemnas. Flustered, Marluxia kept to himself as if hiding. He wore a pink button up that was only buttoned about halfway, revealing his stomach, matching slacks just a little too long for him. Across the front was a picture of a brown panda bear, asleep on a cloud. The leader laughed, unrestrained, as the image met his eyes.

 

“Something tells me Demyx's slippers would match your outfit better than his,” Xemnas chuckled, slapping Marluxia good naturedly on the shoulder. Demyx was in the process of taking his cloak off as well, outing at the mention of his furry bunny slippers. Stepping out of his cloak he handed the article to the leader, coaxed from a hesitant grip. He sported much the same as Marluxia, only white and without an image of a panda. His sleep wear was buttoned up the entire way, except at the neck and fit him more modestly.

 

“Ok next,” Xemnas demanded, pivoting to spy out his next victim. A little too willingly for his nature, Zexion, having been left undisturbed had taken the liberty of unzipping Saix's uniform for him.

 

“You know, I can get it myself,” Saix mumbled, blushing, pressed against the pillows as Zexion slid a sleeve down one shoulder. An amused smile played against the brunette's lips. As several others in the room, mainly Xemnas and Axel, stared at the scene now in hand, nothing could be said before Zexion ripped Saix's clothing off from the shoulders down. Throwing the coat nonchalantly at their leader, Number 1 was too busy staring to bother catching, and so it unceremoniously hit him across the face.

 

With Demyx snickering, blushing at the way Number 6 ferociously tore off Saix's clothing, the blonde went ignored as Xemnas swore. Axel, getting his own ideas, slipped a suggestive bare hand down the waistband of Roxas' hip, fingers raking across bare flesh. Xemnas clucked his tongue as Roxas' fidgeting remained ignored.

 

“Aww Saix, have you been holding back on Zexion?” the leader taunted snidely, wagging a finger at the startled man. It finally dawned that while Zexion had taken his place back against the pillow, one brow twitching in annoyance and hands behind his head, Saix was left in his sleep-wear: a fitting peach tube top and baggy khaki pants. Arms hugging his body as if to cover himself from unwanted eyes, he tossed a side glance at Zexion, a puppy look skittering across his face, as fleeting as it was pathetic, as if to ask, `What did you do that for?' In response Zexion smiled mysteriously, making Saix unsure as to whether it was good or bad.

 

“Because, I wanted to see what you planned on sleeping in.” Saix promptly blushed and looked the other way, Xemnas chuckling quietly.

 

“So you two actually find time to sleep,” he stated, then turned to Axel, the only one left to be degraded. He grinned an evil grin, sending the pyro hiding behind Roxas and thinking up excuses.

 

Saix rolled his eyes despite his give away blush.

 

“Come on Axel, take it off,” Xemnas pressed, holding his hand out impatiently. Grudgingly the red head internally debated if his life was worth. Reasoning it was, he also didn't want to take his cloak off. “We have all night if you want to drag this out slowly.” Gulping, Axel shook his head, slowly backing up with Roxas still in his clutches, used as some sort of shield. When Xemnas approached relentlessly, the pyro realized the leader's infatuation with the boy and, in an effort to shield him—making a mental memo that Roxas owed him—sidestepped his human shield and brought an arm forth, keeping him back, just as Xemnas came only inches from the aggravated boy.

 

“Axel…..” Roxas sighed exasperatedly, backing up and finding refuge near a more tame, less wily Demyx.

 

“H-hey! Roxas!” Axel whined, taking a step back as Xemnas bore down on him, unyielding.

 

“Come on and don't be shy. If I have to I'll take it off. Or maybe Sexy would be willing hmm?” Holding his hands up in defense, Axel surrendered.

 

“No, no I'm quite capable.” Sheepish and reluctant he started to undo his zipper, everyone's eyes on him.

 

“Why does everyone have to stare? I know I'm gorgeous but damn…..” he mumbled, sheepishly playing with the zipper of his cloak as if he couldn't work it.

 

“You don't sleep naked do you?” Marluxia asked, loud enough for the room to his usually quiet voice. Half the room shot the suggestive man a look, silently asking if he was crazing for pointing it out, but the implication did seem valid. Axel had gotten the zipper only halfway down his chest, reluctantly to go too far. Xemnas' piercing eyes never left the pyro's ministrations.

 

“Eh heh …. Heh… well you see,” Axel started, not sure how he should go about his explanations.

 

“But I said come in what you sleep in Axel,” Xemnas taunted deviously, leaning closer, stormy grey hair nearly obscuring evil eyes.

 

“Xemnas, we don't need to be scarred for life,” Saix said flatly, pointing out the obvious.

 

“Not anymore that you already are,” Xemnas retorted, eyes glaring as they found Saix who immediately narrowed his cat-like eyes in defiance.

 

“Uh Xemnas, you realize if you force Axel to get naked that's sort of implying that well….. you kind of…. Uh yeah,” Demyx began, immediately regretting his choice to speak. He really didn't want to see Axel naked; it was bad enough he had to attend the sleep over.

 

“I what?” Xemnas asked coldly, rounding on Demyx, keeping Axel in sight from the corner of one eye.

 

“Um well…..”

 

“You imply that you want to see Axel naked…..?” Marluxia filled in, questioning as to whether his guess was right or not. Demyx shrugged.

 

“Something like that.” Xemnas frowned.

 

“I don't care if he is. I mean, if you're going to jump on him for being naked that's not something I want to see but I could care less if everyone in the room was naked or not. Except you Demyx. You are not worthy.” The water boy seemed crestfallen, confused as to whether that should be taken nicely or not. He didn't really want to show his body off to anyone, especially Xemnas.

 

“If Axel gets naked, I'm leaving,” Zexion said softly, teddy bear under one arm, Saix against his shoulder, looking Xemnas levelly in the eye. The leader regarded him narrowed eyes a moment, a devious look glinting in those sunset eyes, but a smirk crossed his face.

 

“Fine then. Axel, you can wear your coat for now.” The pyro looked utterly relieved. “Now then, I think we'll start off with some games. They probably won't last long enough but that's ok, I have plenty.” Looking around the room, everyone seemed nervous. They all knew games with Xemnas were very nerve wracking and trying on them—except Marluxia. Not catching the looks everyone wore, even the slightly disdainful expression of Zexion, was not enough to rattle the pink princess.

 

“Let's start with a game I call, Light's Out. I'm going to tell you what you have to do to someone in this room. The fun part is I'm completely turning out the lights. You cannot talk or identify yourselves. If you do, I'll make sure the next game we play will be utter torture for you.” The sadistically evil grin on his face was further proof that he would keep his word. Somehow, it seemed Xemnas would torture them in any other game anyway. With a smile he whispered in each person's ear, whatever they were supposed to do. Several had an odd look on their face, in question, Marluxia seemed confused, and everyone else seemed a little horrified. With a grin, no even bothering to hit a light switch, the leader enveloped the room in absolute darkness—or so it seemed. He waited several long seconds before announcing.

 

“There will be a prize for whoever wins. It varies to the person's interest, so it won't be something that you won't be intrigued by. Now then, get to it.

 

“How will you know when we're done?” Demyx nervously asked.

 

Xemnas rolled his eyes.

 

“Trust me, I will.” Having veiled their eyes, quite sure no one could see at all, he stood back to survey the room. Everyone seemed stiff and tense, having lost the ability to see. Most had wide eyes, as if trying to take in whatever nonexistent light there was in order to see. Others had their eyes tightly closed, as if it would help any. With his position to see what each person was doing, he could confuse them as much as he wanted. They were his rules, weren't they? Tentatively, Marluxia stepped forward, hands in front of him. As everyone slowly started wondering around, Saix being afraid of getting stepped on, Roxas using it to his advantage to get away from Axel, or at least hoping he was getting farther away and not closer, Xemnas decided to stir things up. Teleporting outside the room he opened a window to look through at the room.

 

“Oh Xigbar,” he called softly. The brutish man stepped forward.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“You know what to do. Rearrange the room for me. Make sure they're forced to go their own ways and not stick together.”

 

“Sure thing.” As soon as Xigbar had modified the room, raising walls and turning the room almost into a maze, expanding it, several people ran into walls, eliciting a cry. It was amusing that it was almost synchronized as well. Those who had been confident enough not to use their hands to search, learned better. Swearing, they promptly stuck their hands out to cautiously feel their way along the wall. Xemnas' position allowed him to look at them from the point of the ceiling, as if it had been taken away so he could tell where everyone was.

 

Zexion had hit a wall, forcing him to go forward or left. He was doing well, even if he couldn't see, but Xemnas had all the pleasure of watching the hunt. When Marluxia was close to finding his person, the leader ordered for the room to be changed again. This time the floor was given odd angles and hills. Despite attempts to separate them, Marluxia rolled down a hill, successfully tripping up Saix who gave a cry as he fell atop the poor boy. Meanwhile, Zexion had run into Axel who apparently thought he was Demyx.

 

“Hey, I need a cup of water,” he said. Xemnas called from where he was.

 

“No talking Axel,” he warned, taunting but good naturedly.

 

“How the hell am I supposed to get a damn glass of water then?” he huffed in defense, hands on his hip and staring in the direction he thought Xemnas was which was actually the opposite of where the leader was watching.

 

“That's your problem!” Xemnas yelled back with a laugh. Grumbling, Axel persisted in getting water. When there was no response he felt around for where he had last left `Demyx' who had taken the distraction as an opportunity to get away. Not too far behind, Axel ran into Zexion again. Holding to the back of his shirt and following the silent young man, badgering him for a cup of water. Obviously, Axel wasn't going to understand that he wasn't Demyx.

 

The real Demyx, on the other hand, had run into Saix who had escaped from having tripped over Marluxia. Having run into him with his hands, the berserker back up until he tripped on an upward slope, falling against the carpet with a thud.

 

“Uh,” he started, but Demyx had gone down with him. Regaining his bearings, the blonde felt up Saix's shoulders to his face and gulped. Did he have to do this to him? At least he was sure it was the right person. Taking a deep breath, he told himself that chances were, even if he was the last player to carry out his mission, Xemnas would not relent unless it was finished. Sighing helplessly he ran a hand down Saix's chest. After having climbed a slope, Zexion had found his person. It was rather easy to find Roxas, him being so short and all, he always had a clean, slightly floral scent to him. Putting his hand on the boy's head, Roxas gave a start but was reassured when the hand ruffled his hair. Stooping, Zexion scooped him up in his arms, in a hugging embrace, bringing him close by the waist. He could sense the child's apprehension and tried to impede it by guiding the boy's hand to his face and hair, over his watch and bracelets that he always seemed to wear. Would Roxas know it was him?

 

Pulling the sandy haired boy down to sit on his knee, he kept his arms around him, running one hand along his jaw. Xemnas was a sick and twisted bastard, but he knew if he didn't comply with the Superior's wishes then they'd only be worse off. Not that it was guaranteed that they wouldn't be anyway. Gently he brought his face closer to the uncertain boy. With their lips barely brushing, Roxas went tense. Easing into the kiss, Zexion wanted to convey that he meant no harm and that he was only doing what he had to. Lingering long enough for the boy to gather that he wasn't going to be forcibly pinned and abused, he eased up a little and allowed Zexion's innocent lips to leave. He was then gently released and given a slight push forward as Number 6 sat where he was, waiting for whatever he was waiting for. Quite unexpectedly, he could see.

 

Before Saix could yell at whoever was attempting to undress him, he heard Xemnas shout.

 

“Axel shut up! Saix, don't think about it!” The leader had been watching them. After seeing the pyro lose his prey once again and start grumbling, he had watched with interest. He had only just caught Saix in the process of about to say something. Taken aback after being called out, slightly alarmed, the berserker close his mouth, giving someone the chance to remove his pants. All the while Demyx was uttering apologies, but after hearing another warning from Xemnas he really didn't want to push his luck. Having filched Saix's clothing, glad that he couldn't see, he managed to undress himself and successfully replaced his missed clothing with Saix's. Handing his own pajama's and fuzzy bunny slippers to Saix, he wished he could explain. Not knowing what to do, a little uncomfortable in the clothing that was slightly too big for him, he just waited, sitting. Then there was light. Number 7, on the other hand, was naked and confused. Upon being handed clothing, he didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to put it on? Feeling them, he didn't think it'd be anything embarrassing, but what the hell had Xemnas planned anyway? Shrugged, he pulled the shirt on, hoping it wasn't inside out. Standing on unsure legs, the slope of the hill to his back, he pulled the pants on, fuzzy slippers warm on his feet. They were soft cotton, but nothing fit. It was all too tight.

 

A short while ago, Marluxia had gotten up, groaning from having been tripped over, crawling on hands and knees he met a slope. Unsure of what it was at first, he felt the carpet with his hands. Thinking it was safe he began crawling upwards. Slightly angled, he ran into a wall as he reached the top. Feeling with his hands along the wall, he found himself on steady ground. Zexion watched as the dark strawberry blonde blindly felt his way around.

 

“No talking, for anyone,” Xemnas sang from his invisible perch. Zexion sensed he was watching from a safe distance where he couldn't be seen, the bastard. Perplexed, watching Marluxia with interest, he surveyed the scene as Number 11 crawled forward. When the blind young man reached the brunette, he froze. He wanted to ask who it was but with Xemnas shouting down at them to shut up, he chose otherwise. Gingerly, though by Zexion's thoughts, quite bold, Marluxia felt the person he had met. Grabbing the deep blue eyed boy's wrists, he had to do a mental check of everyone playing. Finding a mop of hair he proved his guess.

 

Axel had stumbled down a small slope and ran smack into Roxas. Immediately recognizing each other for who they were—Axel for his coat and Roxas for his height—Axel cried out in glee. It wasn't who he was <i>supposed</i> to be looking for, but hey, it was Roxas! Cringing, the boy wanted to swear at Xemnas for his evil ploy.

 

“Axel,” he groaned in exasperation as the red head began to chatter about how happy he was.

 

“Yeah?” he stopped in mid sentence to answer.

 

“Do me a favor and sing `I'm a Little Tea Pot.'” It took a second for Axel to absorb what had been said.

 

“Like hell I am!”

 

“Please just do it. For me?” The pyro could hear the slight pleading in the boy's voice. He pouted. Then an idea struck him.

 

“I will if you kiss me.” Roxas paled.

 

“Axel, no striking bargains or I'm going to make sure I remove your coat for the rest of the night!” the Superior called. Rolling his eyes Axel would have been stubborn and resisted but he didn't really want to spend the whole night naked and exposed, especially if they had other games to play.

 

“Axel, just sing the stupid song. With the actions,” Roxas sighed, crossing his arms in the red head's pouting grip. With a huff, Axel finally gave in.

 

“Fine, but I better get a kiss for it.” Rolling his eyes he pulled away from his love and begrudgingly sang the tea pot song, one arm on his hip for the handle, one crooked like a spout. Regardless of nearly losing his balance when he was `tipped over and poured out,' he made it.

 

“Ya happy?” he snapped, crossing his arms as he continued to sulk.Xemnas was laughing.

 

“Oh you make such a cute tea pot Axel!”

 

“Yeah yeah, ya prick.” It was bright, but Roxas could see. Running away from Axel without a word, he found a corner to settle himself in, hugging his knees.

 

On the other side of the room, having identified Zexion, and, though unfazed by Xemnas' threats, remained silent as he positioned himself behind the brunette, managing to coax him to lie down on his stomach. Zexion, quizzical at Marluxia's intent, frowned slightly but picked up on what the strawberry blonde wanted. Complying, Number 11 seemed happy that he was able to get across what he was trying to convey. Feeling up Zexion's back, he straddled his hips, giving him a decent position in which to massage him. As soon as he felt gentle hands rubbing his back, the brunette relaxed. Although Marluxia didn't put enough muscle into it to be a good massage, it was still soothing to get a back rub. Eventually there was a short halt, a pause in which Marluxia, too, was granted the ability to see again. Blinking, he looked down at Zexion who lay beneath him contently. With a shrug he continued to rub the palms of his hands down the brunette's back.

 

Saix, having now been clothed, was at a loss for what to do. Sighing dejectedly he made his way it one direction, following the line of a slope until he hit a wall, just missing Axel. Deciding to follow the wall, maybe he would eventually run across someone.

 

“Xigbar, put the room back to the way it was please.”

 

“You got it.” Demyx was suddenly much closer to the pyro as the room shifted. Diving out of the way, the blonde avoided being stepped on, but ended tripping Axel nonetheless.

 

“DAMMIT!” the red head swore as he fell, catching himself on his hands. He really was in a bad mood. Fire threatened at his finger tips, just begging to catch something on fire. When Demyx noticed the smoke, he had to do something, or else let the room burn. Without thinking he doused the fire soaking Axel's gloves. Shocked, finally processing that he had gotten wet, he swore profusely, tearing his gloves off and throwing them in a tantrum. It suddenly crept into his mind that he was probably close to the only one that controlled water.

 

“Demyx!” he shouted, jumping up and starting to head in the wrong direction.

 

“Uh yes?” the blonde asked, a little unsure as to whether he should be talking. Xemnas hadn't said anything in a while so he supposed it might be safe.

 

“Give me a cup of water!” Standing to follow Axel, the water boy was a little confused. Where was he going? Axel stopped.

 

“Uh, you got a cup or something?” The pyro swore again. He hadn't thought about that. Shrugging hesitantly, he held out his hands, forming a cup. It was close enough.

 

Summoning forth water, Demyx let it trickle into Axel's bare hands, wondering what he'd do with it. It was answered when the red head threw back his head and drank the water. Poor Saix was the last one to make it to who he was supposed to find. Having stopped at Roxas, he continued his journey in clothing that was much too tight for him. Exasperated beyond belief he finally stumbled across two bodies. Sighing, he just wanted to give up. Had anyone else found their person yet? He heard Zexion's soft voice.

 

“Careful,” the brunette warned, eyeing the bare foot that threatened to step on his face. The berserker slid down the wall with a sigh. He was glad to have found Zexion; he felt so defeated.

 

“Zexion?” he murmured, closing his eyes and hugging himself. He felt a body shift closer to him. A voice whispered in his ear.

 

“What is it?” He shivered at Zexion's voice, leaning his head against his shoulder, turning to snuggle his face against a slender neck, one hand holding onto a narrow shoulder, the other wrapped around a thin waist. A hand brushed across his cheek. He sighed, content for now. He wouldn't need to see if he had Zexion. He could fall asleep right here.

 

“Who are you trying to find?” the brunette asked softly, his arm around Saix's shoulder. It was a moment before a response was given.

 

“Marluxia.” He could feel the tender smile radiating towards him.

 

“Hmm?” That wasn't Zexion's response. A puzzled look on his face, he lifted his head. “Oh sorry, right here.” It was Marluxia's voice. Wanted to cry with joy, it didn't like it'd fit his demeanor so instead he hugged Zexion. The brunette wove his fingers with Saix's leading the man's hand to where Number 11 was.

 

Having finally found his person, Saix could finish the stupid game, but now that he found him, he was rather self conscious. It was stupid and he didn't even know if Xemnas was being entirely serious. His games were so childish, he sounded like a middle school girl with a crush almost every time. The only amusement he would get is making them uncomfortable. At least it wasn't anything incredibly serious.

 

Mm…. Mar… Marluxia?” he asked, feeling incredibly stupid at the moment.

 

“Yes?” He had to swallow that pride of his and become vulnerable, just for a moment.

 

“Er…. Would you go to the movies with me,” remembering Xemnas' exact instructions he rolled his eyes with a sighed, sugar coating his voice and batting his lashes.

“Pretty please?” Poor Marluxia seemed confused.

 

“Sure, I don't mind.” Saix would have slapped himself on the forehead from embarrassment but without forewarning he could see again.

 

“Huh?” he asked in confusion. Xemnas was looking down at him from beside the sofa. They were near the door leading to the bathroom, Zexion sitting against the wall, Marluxia beside him. The leader laughed and clapped.

 

“Now that we're finished with that one, let's play something else.” It didn't sound like a suggestion at all. “Everyone in a circle.”

 

“Wait, what about the winner?” Axel asked, affronted.

 

“It wasn't you, it was Sexy so you shouldn't worry,” the leader retorted, parading the troupe to the middle of the room, in front of and beside the couch. When everyone was seated in a circle, Xemnas clapped his hands for a attention, needlessly, everyone was already watching him, waiting for a response.

 

“While we're waiting for the pizza to be delivered via Xigbar, we're going to play good old fashioned Truth or Dare.” For those that didn't pale, it seemed to be as if it were expected.

 

“You ordered pizza?” Demyx asked in question, wiggling uncomfortably in Saix's clothing. Xemnas looked levelly into bright blue eyes.

 

“Yes, while I was watching you, I ordered several pizzas. If you don't like what I ordered, you can starve for all I care.” He crossed his arms from his position in the circle.

 

“What <i>did</i> you order?” Axel asked but Xemnas just shook his head.

 

“Well, because Sexy won he gets to start. Truth or dare, Sexy?” Everyone waited with abated breath. He shrugged.

 

“Truth. I don't want to know what you have in mind for a dare.” Unperturbed, Xemnas gibed at him.

 

“Ah! I'm so offended that you think badly of me.” It was faux innocence, as usual. Zexion merely rolled his eyes. “Fine then. Tell us the truth Sexy, do you jack off in the shower?” The room was dead silent, slightly uncomfortable. Zexion, though caught off guard by the question, remained passive. He shrugged next to Saix who seemed to be taking the embarrassment for him, flustered by the thought of the question.

 

“Yeah,” he answered. “Sometimes.” Xemnas grinned.

 

“Sexy.” It was a comment.

 

“Saix,” the brunette asked before actually looking to the man who almost yelped beside him.

 

“Y-yes?”

 

“I dare you to kiss me.” He didn't bother giving him a choice.

 

“Er?”

 

“You have to ask truth or dare Sexy,” Xemnas said, rolling his eyes at how easy these people were.

 

“Fine. Saix, truth or dare?”

 

“Um… dare?” He was still flustered, unsure.

 

“Ok, then I dare you to kiss me.” Xemnas scoffed.

 

“You really know how to ruin the fun. Come on, you're in Organization XIII aren't you?” the Superior chided, hoping he wouldn't get bored with the game. Zexion narrowed his eyes, tired of putting up with Xemnas already.

 

“Then kiss me—” two fingers trailed from his lips down his body to stop below his pants line. Although his pants were always tight across the hips, they were also rather low riding. If he had gone any farther he might as well have asked Saix for a blow job. A certain kind of intrigue, lust, and distress evident in his eyes. If it had been anyone else, internal debate would have lasted much longer, but because it was Zexion he straddled his legs, trying not to get dizzy with adrenaline as his heart pounded. The brunette leaned back on his hands, allowing Saix better access. Glancing up at Zexion, it seem whether he wanted to make eye contact or not, but once he had unbuttoned Zexion's pants, unzipping them and pulling them down slightly, his gaze was fixated on the garment worn beneath faded jeans. Swallowing, he brought his lips to smooth skin that shivered at the contact, muscles contracting at the soft touch of lips near his hips. When he added a little tongue, Zexion had to catch himself from jerking against the sensitivity.

 

“Nng.” He was slightly wincing. Saix pulled back, blushing and quickly covering Zexion from being too exposed.

 

“Aww Sexy's sensitive there,” Xemnas crooned. As Saix straightened up he cleared his throat, blushing slightly. Looking around the circle his eyes lit upon Axel, the very same Axel, it just so happened, that had abused and taken advantage of Zexion while playing an absurd game of spin the bottle.

 

“Axel.” He was grinning, cat eyes narrowed. Xemnas loved how it seemed he had rubbed off on the berserker.

 

“Um? Yes?”

 

“Truth or dare?” It was practically a no-win situation in most cases. No one wanted any truths revealed about them, but no one wanted to do an insane dare either. Especially with Xemnas in the group.

 

“Dare?” His voice trailed, uncertain. “No, truth! Truth!”

 

The leader laughed.

 

“Sorry, you chose dare. No changing unless you want a truth or dare from me!” Gulping Axel looked helplessly at Saix, hoping it would be merciful.

 

“I dare you to fake riding Xemnas.”

 

“WHAT?” It was an outrage. Zexion stared at Saix in wonder. He could be one hell of an evil bastard to deal with if he wanted to be. Xemnas laughed loudly.

 

“Oooh Saix, warming up to me are you?” he joked. “Toss me a few pillows will ya?” Zexion threw several large, comfortable pillows at the leader which he propped himself against, lazily lounging and waiting for Axel to take his dare.

 

“I am NOT going to do that dare!” the pyro said angrily, stomping his foot from having jumped up in shock and rage when Saix told him his dare.

 

“If you don't,” the silky haired feline said, “you'll <i>have</i> to do a worse consequence.” Xemnas nodded.

 

“And I can always decide what it is,” he added in a low voice.

 

“Dammit.” Xemnas beckoned, the pyro begrudgingly wandering forward as Xemnas was then able to snatch the hem of his cloak, pulling him closer. Pulling him down, Axel was forced to sit in the man's lap, apprehensive that Xemnas would be enjoying make a fool of himself. But what if he took it seriously? Would that throw him for a loop?

 

Swallowing, taking a breath and mentally telling himself that he had to find some way to show the man up, he wished he had as much brass Zexion did to stand up to the man. Or maybe he needed to lack shame and dignity. Trying not to get too close to the Superior, he put his hands against a broad chest, but before he could move his hips Xemnas had stopped him.

 

“Stand up a second.” Axel did as he was told, impatient and just wanting it to be over. Xemnas gathered the material of Axel's clothing, much to his horror, and hitched it up, pulling the pyro back down with a blush. Holding Axel's hips against his, he grinned wolfishly. If Axel had been about to try and show him up or prove him otherwise, it was certainly dampened. Mind slightly off track as he kept his gaze steady on alarmingly orange sunset colored eyes, he almost forgot what he was doing, until he felt a pinch on his hip. Waking from his reverie he blushed slightly but held his resolve.

 

“Any time now,” Xemnas prompted softly. Eyes slipping out of focus, he tried to pretend it was Roxas, rolling his hips, he heard a soft groan, their bodies making contact. Dammit, at least maybe he could embarrass Saix. Pushing aside second thoughts and doubts he grinded his hips firmly against Xemnas' never stopping, increasing his pace, which turned out to be a mistake. Sadly, he didn't have to fake it. He let a moan escape his lips as he felt himself getting hard, rubbing so harshly against Xemnas it was undeniable that the leader was quite aroused himself. He was panting, hands in his hair, head thrown back, brows furrowed in pleasure; Xemnas' hands were now on his waist, not having to hold him down any longer. Unrestrained, Axel rubbed firmly against the Superior, losing himself in pleasure despite the disposition he <i>should</i> have been in.

 

Falling against Xemnas' chest with a short cry, his sinfully lustful body moved against the other's, dark lips panting as the leader blinked blearily, caught up in the pleasure himself, all the more turned on that everyone else was staring so avidly at them. He wouldn't care what happened really, but he didn't want his party crashed so soon. Grabbing red hair and pulling back, he startled the pyro from his ecstasy, just as Roxas' name had escaped Number 8's lips.

 

“Yes you probably haven't had sex in a long time but don't take it out on me like a rutting animal,” Xemnas said quietly, smiling as Axel finally found his bearings, blushing deeply. He had been expecting Roxas after all, not his boss. Shuffling away with a short cry he almost fell into Zexion, but managed to avoid him. Paled and making sure he was covered lest anyone see his exposed skin, he was back by Roxas' side and clinging to the boy's are in the blink of an eye.

 

“I swear I felt like I was riding you,” he said in a low voice, swallowing thickly, fearful of those around him. Roxas hung his head, trying to hide himself.

 

“Axel, that's not something you just say out loud,” he reprimanded, sounding more like he just wanted to disappear. Trying to put with the Superior behind him, Axel hastily turned to Roxas.

 

“Truth or dare?” It was directed at the kid but the sandy haired boy made no response. Jostling his arm Axel pressed on. “Come on Roxas, truth or dare?” Grudgingly, he answered, muffled from hiding his face against one arm, cradled around his knees.

 

“Awww…” the pyro was slightly down trodden that `dare' hadn't been chosen, but he could still make a truth good. Poor Roxas had to pick the lesser of the two evils. “Ok then, is it true my little Roxas, that when you're horny and I'm not around—” Roxas was scooted towards Xemnas, hoping Axel would stray away, wary of the leader, but it didn't seem to be working, “—that you like to use <i>toys</i> on yourself?”

 

The boy was beet red, whether anyone could have told from the way he buried his face against his arm. Xemnas put a hand on his shoulder, prompting for an answer, but almost seeming to reassure him. Roxas shrugged.

 

“Mmm.” It was a small confirmation, but it was heard, eliciting a smirk from Axel, a pat on the back from Xemnas. Was he supposed to feel like he was being rewarding for participating in lecherous acts? It seemed that way, but all he felt was a hot flush to his cheeks and neck. Clearing his throat before speaking, he looked up, unable to meet anyone's eyes but settling his gaze on Demyx.

 

“Er… Demyx? Truth or dare?”

 

“Uh…. Dare?” Demyx was actually leaning over, trying to get a better look at what Xemnas was mouthing. He thought it was dare. “Dare… uh….oops.” He finally realized his trap, blinking sheepishly at Xemnas' grin. Number 13 thought a moment.

 

“I dare you to tie Axel up.” Even Xemnas had to stare. The kid would be getting points for this one. Saix snickered.

 

“I want to see Demyx tie Axel up,” Marluxia mused, a faint smile on his lips.

 

“What? Why do I gotta be tied up?” The red head was pouting, but by this point, he felt defeated, especially from that wolfish grin on Xemnas' face, that sadistically lustful glint in his eyes.

 

“I have rope,” the leader said, standing with a stretch before going over to one of the many storage cabinets and pulling out a long length of rope. No one really wanted to ask what Xemnas had stored in there. Except for the very oblivious Demyx.

 

“What else do you have in all those cupboards?” the blonde asked curiously.

 

The Superior smirked as he sat back down within the circle, throwing the rope to Demyx.

 

“Toys,” was his only response. Nodding, imagining something far from the toys Xemnas was actually implying, the water boy was confused as to why their leader would play with toys, but he shrugged the idea off. Xemnas could do whatever he pretty much wanted. Taking the rope, Axel sat passively, pouting and muttering complaints.

 

“Okay, I'm done.” The pyro was successfully tied, arms bound to across his chest where they had been folded.

 

“Ok then Mark—” The blonde was cut off.

 

“Who?” Saix asked.

 

“Marluxia. Truth or dare?”

 

“Truth.”

 

“You're so boring,” Xemnas sighed, stretching back on his pillows, feet in Zexion's lap. Saix frowned at the action but Xemnas grinned, raising his brows as if daring the berserker to do something about it. The brunette didn't seem to mind. As if to keep idle hands busy he massaged Xemnas' feet. Saix only wished his boss was ticklish.

 

“Ok…. Oh hey, is it true you're getting into floral arranging and are looking at it as a battle technique?” Demyx asked, a little too eager to find out, leaning across to getting a better view of Marluxia who was sitting diagonal from him. The strawberry blonde nodded.

 

“Axel?” Why was everyone picking on the pyro?

 

“Dammit….”

 

“Truth or dare?”

 

“Truth.” He didn't figure Marluxia had any dirt against him. Chances were he was too flamboyant to have kept most of what he did secret anyway.

 

“Is it true you're fascinated with watching animals XXX on television?” Xemnas snorted. Zexion raised a brow in question, Saix stared openly at the pyro as if pleading it to not be true, and Demyx just seemed a little embarrassed. The blonde had some sympathy for the red head.

 

Axel scoffed.

 

“Animals? Who the hell would be into beastiality or stuff like that?” He wriggled within the confines of the rope.

 

“Answer the question,” Xemnas prompted, wiggling toes after a moment, getting Zexion's attention from having been in momentary shock.

 

“Of course not!” Roxas coughed from beside Xemnas.

 

“Oh! I think the boy says otherwise,” Xemnas chided, enjoying taunting Axel.

 

“He lies….”

 

“Somehow I believe him over you,” Saix pointed out. Could he be a total fiend or what?

 

“Fine! So I watch Animal Planet. Not my fault they have shows where animals do that kind of thing.”

 

“But why would you watch it?” Saix asked.

 

“Well it's just different. Not like you see elephants getting it on every day…..”

 

“He's looking for ideas in the bed,” Xemnas taunted.

 

“Yeah like I haven't tried some of those moves already.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Well did you know pigs—”

 

“Can we get on with this please?” Roxas whined, sorry he had shot down Axel's false claims. The pyro rolled his eyes, but nodded, Saix still giving him an odd look.

 

“Roxas!” Axel crooned after a moment, but Xemnas interrupted.

 

“You can't do the same person twice in a row.” Rolling his eyes and muttering something about, “If Xemnas wanted to he could,” the red head decided he'd aim at Xemnas. Nasty thoughts filled his head, but then again the leader would probably enjoy them. He was such a killjoy.

 

“Ok then Xemnas, truth or dare.” He was sure `dare' would be chosen. He was right.

 

“Dare.” He sent a challenging look Axel's way.

 

“I daaaaare yooooou to……. I dare you to dare someone other than me, to do something to someone other than me.” It was lame, but at least he was home free…. For now. At least he was sure if someone chose dare that Xemnas couldn't dare them to dare him……

 

Rolling his eyes, the Superior complied.

 

“Ok then Sexy, I dare you to give me a strip tease.”

 

“What happened to `truth?'”

 

“To Hell with `truth,' strip for me.” Zexion sighed, closing his eyes. It didn't seem as if he would do the dare until he slowly stood.

 

“Not much to take off,” he pointed out. Why did it seem he was always the one to get naked in these sorts of games?

 

“Demyx play some music. Oh, better yet, find that CD I left by the stereo and play number three,” Xemnas ordered, eyes level with Zexion, fingers to his lips. Having had his legs pushed from the brunette's lap to stand, Xemnas gave some dancing room by pulling his legs in. As soon as the blonde had put the CD in and played the right number he lingered by the stereo to stop it when the song was over. Heavy bass filled the room. The volume was turned up. It was Closer, by Nine Inch Nails. Axel, recognizing the song gave Number 1 a disturbed look. Seemed he wasn't the only one into animal sex, what with Xemnas' choice of music. As the song started to play out, opening with the chorus, Zexion moved his body, sensually, smoothly. He couldn't say he'd ever given a strip tease but maybe once before, but flowing the beat of the music wasn't that hard. With fluid movements, moving to each word suggestively running hands along skin that seemed to get more and more naked with each spoken word, his grey T-shirt was slipped over his head. He didn't have much walking room, so to make up for it he was on his knees, slipping all the way out of his shirt by the time they reached the end of the first chorus.

 

“I wanna feel you from the inside.” Xemnas was singing in a low voice, avid eyes watching intently, fingertips being nibbled upon and worried at.

 

Zexion's body moved lustfully to the words, feeling himself through fabric of his jeans, he blushed, no doubt giving Saix a nose bleed, but continued, all the while locking a sultry gaze with dusky orange eyes. Hips swaying he unbuttoned his pants, wiggling them from his hips with both hands, thumbs hooked over the fabric. God he was all natural underneath. Stray pubic hair led straight down to heaven and Saix could no longer watch. Amused, Xemnas watched, ignoring how tight his slacks were getting, despite the room they provided as Zexion snaked his way back up, leaving his pants behind and feeling himself all the way from his thighs to weaving fingers through his hair, locking his hands behind his head. They were getting to a repeat of the chorus. Zexion dropping back to his hands and knees, crawling, writhing as the words were sung, all the way into Xemnas' lap, panting faintly from adrenaline. He blushed slightly as Demyx cut the song off short. Blinking and breaking his gaze, Xemnas seductively licking at the tanned fingers that played on his lips, Zexion grabbed his pants, giving Xemnas a blissfully sexy full moon as he pulled his pants back up. As he took his place beside Saix who seemed as if he were hyperventilating, he slipped on his shirt, still a little flustered. Demyx seemed to be refusing to join them, whether to regain his bearings enough to look Zexion in the face or to take care of other businesses that Xemnas was tempted to take care of with himself.

 

“Oh my,” was Marluxia's only comment. Roxas was hiding, having pulled away from Xemnas but trapped beside Axel who was trying to stare.

 

“Ok then, Xemnas, truth or dare?” Axel shook his head to bring himself back into reality.

 

“Wait, you can't do that,” he objected but their boss only shrugged.

 

“Dare.” He wanted to see what Zexion had for him.

 

“I dare you to cross dress for the rest of the night, all the way.” Xemnas seemed a little stricken, but he didn't want to be a spoiled sport so he merely shrugged.

 

“What do you plan on dressing me in?” he asked coolly. Zexion gave a faint smile, one that should be avoided at all costs. It meant he had something evil planned, especially with the way his eyes seemed to smile maliciously.

 

“I've just the thing. I'll be right back.” Zexion stood from where he had settled, opening a door to darkness. He returned only a moment later with a large bag, the contents being what he's dress Xemnas in.

 

“To the bathroom, the both of us,” he said softly, clearing amused though he didn't seem to be showing it other than that half smile. Xemnas sneered, standing nonetheless and headed towards the bathroom at the opposite end of the room. Silenced passed as they locked themselves in. Saix seemed worried, internally debating whether Xemnas was going to try and pull anything on Zexion or not. Demyx had finally come back from his place by the stereo, looking at each person, slightly nervous. Axel had his own thoughts running a track in his mind.

 

“Anyone have a camera?” he asked. Marluxia shook his head.

 

“I wonder what he'll be wearing,” he asked in a soft, distant voice. Demyx shrugged.

 

“At least he's going with the dare. I figured the little prick would have refused. Maybe he's enjoying Zexion dressing him up too much.” At the comment of his lover, Saix glared at Axel. “Hey Roxas, cheer up. I'd hug you but you know, I'm tied up. Hey will anyone untie me?” The question fell flat as everyone seemed to be in their own little world. It was a long while, a good twenty minutes before Zexion emerged, Xemnas begrudgingly following.

 

As he approached, the group just stared, save for Roxas who was still hiding, sulking. Marluxia gave a soft coo of approval. It was pink. He was wearing a pink, frilly dress with poofy shoulders trimmed in lace. A red bow tied around his waist, the frills of the skirt accentuated with white under frills and netting that made it stick out. He had a matching red ribbon tied to his neck, off centered and his hair was pulled back in a ponytail, his bangs having fallen loose. White lace up heels gave him some extra lift, showing off his legs, a little perilously close to revealing the black thong Zexion had forced him into wearing. When the leader thought about it, it was rather kinky. At least it was a man's thong and not a woman's. He crossed his arms, clearly unamused, several golden bracelet's dangling from his wrists, one of them with charms. Faint peach colored blush, sparkling lip-gloss, thin eyeliner with a touch of mascara and faint golden shadow gave him a girlish look. Axel snickered. Zexion patted Xemnas's shoulder good naturedly, snapping a picture with the camera he had hidden behind his back. The brunette didn't care so much that the group was a little uncomfortable with the unnatural way their boss was dressed, so much as he was about how he got to make the Superior pout and squirm. Xemnas definitely wasn't happy about the whole ordeal.

 

There was a knock at the door.

 

“Hmm must be pizza,” Xemnas stated, turning to get the door. From behind you practically could see his ass swishing and swaying under bouncing frills, hips twitching as the heels did one hell of an elevating job. Swallowing hard Axel tried to purify his thoughts with fantasies of Axel in a little girl's dress instead. Saix had stood, maneuvering a little uncomfortably in Demyx's too-tight clothing, hooking his arm with Zexion's and giving him a somewhat worried look. Replying to the unspoken questions with a smile and a pat on the head, Zexion stole a small kiss, leaving Saix blushing as Marluxia, Demyx, and Axel somehow towing Roxas behind scrambled to get pizza. Xemnas opened the door, standing with his weight one foot, a hand on his hip and his leg out. He looked Luxord over, the smell of pizza fresh and enticing, warm and mouth watering. He cocked an eyebrow when the Dealer of Fate was left speechless. The traitor. He was surprised the man had the guts to show up this late. Closing the blonde's jaw and taking the pizzas, he managed the prettiest most girly smile he could, winking and closing the door in Luxord's face. Placing the boxes along the counter on the back wall he opened each one in turn, the rest of the gang not far behind, eyeing the food hungrily. Zexion stood to the side, waiting his turn as everyone else attacked the pizzas.

 

“Someone take this rope off me, please?” Axel whined exasperatedly. Xemnas just laughed. After more whining, Zexion did the favor of untying the wily red head.

 

“Hah! I'm free!” Axel cried triumphantly, flexing his arms and grinning at Roxas.

 

“Cheese, pepperoni and supreme, take your pick,” Xemnas announced, his place at the front of the line. “And since I'm supreme….” He took a slice. Lacking plates, they all hung around the counter, leaning against the marble top or sitting on the couch. The leader leaned over the back of the couch, practically flashing everyone. Axel had jumped on the counter, fixing his cloak as he settled against the wall, enjoying his pizza, his position close to the boxes for when he needed more. The downfall was being mooned by his boss's tanned ass, the black thong riding all the way upstairs—

 

They finished their pizzas, Xemnas making Demyx mix drinks for them, although Zexion enforced that it wouldn't be alcoholic, the Superior still had fun having the water boy mix juices to suit his tastes and see what could be concocted. With a few pieces left, he badgered everyone about not wanting leftovers until they were eaten. Axel burned the boxes on his way to find a garbage can. Full and content everyone sat around, Demyx talking to Marluxia and Zexion, Saix wary of having others around both him and his lover. Axel was consoling a sulking Roxas. Looking over his motley crew, Xemnas pulled a plastic satchel from one of his cupboards. Plopping on the couch, wincing at the scratchiness of the netting against his thighs, he rearranged his ruffles, feeling a bit drafty. Withdrawing a bottle of dark blueberry colored nail polish he threw the bottle at Saix.

 

“Ow that hurt,” he looked offended, but his expression was replaced with curiosity as he looked to Xemnas for an explanation.

 

“You paint Zexion's nails. Wouldn't be a slumber party with nail painting. Besides, I'm just dying to wear my dazzling, metallic pink nail polish to match my pretty pink dress.” He had sugared the last part up sarcastically. He threw a dark peach at Zexion who had enough sense to catch it, a bottle of red to Roxas which Axel caught for him, black which hit Axel in the shoulder, a soft pearly pink to Demyx who bounced it in either hand before dropping it, and glittery yellow to Marluxia, whom it never reached.

 

“We're painting each other's nails,” Xemnas explained. “Zexion and Saix, Demyx and Marluxia, Roxas and Axel.”

 

“What about you?” Saix asked, pointing out the fact that he didn't have a partner.

 

“If I don't want to paint my own I'll make one of you do it.”

 

“This is stupid,” Roxas muttered from his place on the couch, cuddled up to the arm rest.

 

“Too bad. You know we haven't <i>officially</i> ended truth or dare. I could make you do something else Roxas.” It was an empty threat, the boy knew it, but he shrugged.

 

“Whatever.”

 

Xemnas found a light, metallic purple-pink. Tossing the bag aside he shook the bottle between three fingers, mixing the separated polish.

 

“Hey pretty boy, just where did you get nail polish anyway?” Axel asked, making a face at the scent as he opened the bottle of black polish.

 

“Larxene.” He shrugged when curious looks were thrown at him.

 

“I mean, I know she's a girl and all but I never really suspected she's have so much nail polish.” Xemnas shrugged again. Axel took Roxas' hand gently, concentrating with furrowed brows, not wanting to mess up. Xemnas began painting the nails of one hand, meticulous and slow. Saix looked to Zexion. Did they <i>really</i> have to do this? The brunette just cocked his head to one side in response. Marluxia was already busying himself painting Demyx's, chattering about what flowers best suited what type of arrangements, oblivious to the fact that Demyx seemed uncomfortable with having his nails painted. Zexion shook the bottle he'd been given, the brush evenly stroking each of Saix's nails.

 

“You'll probably need two coats, at least,” Zexion observed after finishing a hand, to which Saix blushed. Letting his hand air dry, Xemnas noticed Axel was only on the third finger, a little messy but not too much, Marluxia had finished both of Demyx's hands, waiting for the first to finish drying before adding a second coat, and Zexion was working on adding another layer of polish to Saix's first hand. He'd be nice enough to wait before making someone do his other hand. Marluxia being the first finished was talking about different hybrids of roses before he was called over. Axel had almost finished Roxas' first hand, grinning that he had accomplished the task so well—at least by his terms.

 

“Yes?” Marluxia asked, scampering to Xemnas' feet, considering there wasn't enough room on the couch for him.

 

“Do my right hand will you?”

 

“Um…. Ok.” As he balanced the bottle on one of his boss's legs, he half listened to the soft conversation of Saix and Zexion behind him. Demyx, having nothing better to do blew on his nails to speed them along in their drying process.

 

“I like the color, it suits you,” Zexion reassured softly. Saix thought otherwise. He was uncomfortable with the way Zexion was smiling, holding his fingers in his hand and blowing on them gently to dry. “Now your other hand.” Saix watched closely. He'd never painted nails but he didn't want to screw up Zexion's and make it messy. The pyro made it to the second hand as Marluxia finished his job, screwing the top back on the polish and clapping his hand, leaving to seek out Demyx and prompt him to paint his nails. Before he could start painting the crooning Marluxia's nails pink, he brightened.

 

“Hey you know what we need?” he asked eagerly.

 

“Nail polish remover?” Axel asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes and jerking Roxas' hand closer. Xemnas shot him a glare.

 

“No, s'mores!”

 

“S'mores?” Number 1 raised a brow.

 

“That sounds good,” Zexion replied. Demyx nodded.

 

“I'm making some! I'll be back real quick!” He was up and through a portal of darkness before anyone could say anything else, one hand clutching at baggy pants that threatened to fall off.

 

“So what are `s'mores?'” Xemnas asked, testing his nails to make sure they were dry.

 

“Melted chocolate and marshmallow between two graham crackers,” Zexion put in making sure his brush strokes were even.

 

“Sounds ….sweet.” Zexion nodded absently.

 

“Mhmm.” He was more absorbed in painting Saix's nails. With his partner gone, Marluxia began to paint his own nails, holding his hand out to admire the color.

 

“Done!” Axel announced, standing with the closed bottle of nail polish in one hand, grinning proudly. “Let that hand dry, then do me.” Roxas sighed, stretching out as best he could, laying on the arm rest. By the time Demyx got back, Saix was finished with one of Zexion's hands, Marluxia had finished his finger nails himself, and Roxas had been forced to paint Axel's, Xemnas watching in close proximity.

 

The smell of chocolate was strong, cinnamon graham crackers pleasantly redolent. The water boy had come in carrying a plate of s'more, enough for two each, his khaki's half on his hips and riding down. He proudly carried the plate to each person in turn. Xemnas wasn't sure he wanted to brave the sugary smell, and so passed.

 

“Aww come on Xemnas! Girls are supposed to like sweet things!” Axel scolded, voie taunting. The leader glared at him, sneering.

 

“<i>Supposed to</i>. That doesn't mean they <i>have to</i>,” he retorted, arms folded as he sat back on the couch, cross his ankles. Zexion nibbled a s'mores with his free hand, Saix having to take a bite then set it down to finish a finger. Axel munched his in thought, eating only half before putting the other half in Roxas' mouth. The boy had half heartedly painted the pyro's nails, and though they weren't beautiful, they weren't half bad.

 

“So what else are we going to do?” Axel asked when his nails had dried. Having nearly finished their s'more, crumbs everywhere and bound to wind up in the carpet, Xemnas smiled.

 

“Demyx?” The blonde perked up.

 

“Y-yeah?”

 

“You're good at mixing drinks. Bring us back a large glass each of something not too heavy on alcohol, something a little sweet and fruity, something….pleasing to the sense.” The blonde stared at Xemnas a moment before nodding, a little apprehensive. Alcohol? What was he planning? Taking the empty plate with him, he was back in the kitchen. He could think of several drinks to make but…. Why was Xemnas going to do with them? He didn't even like alcohol that much. Although the largest glasses they had were about twelve ounces, if they ended up drinking it all, they'd be thoroughly buzzed. For those who couldn't hold their own, like Roxas perhaps…… he'd make something special for the boy. He could have gotten wine coolers, but Xemnas wanted something harder than that.

 

Back in the room, Axel complained that he was thirsty.

 

“Quit whining, drinks are on the way,” Xemnas snapped, trying to smooth the ruffles in his skirt. Saix was kissing Zexion's fingers, licking graham cracker crumbs off and blushing faintly, eyes closed. Marluxia's friend was gone now, so he moved in closer, noticing how glum Roxas was.

 

“What's wrong Roxas?” he asked, sitting in front of the couch and leaning against it.

 

“Why do we have to do these things, they're so stupid,” he mumbled. Xemnas smiled and gave him a pat on the back.

 

“Because doing what I ask will make you a better person,” he said. Axel rolled his eyes. He seriously doubted it. By the time Demyx had returned with a heavy tray of drinks Xemnas was arguing with Axel about his rules, defending himself and bringing the expectations of his employees about, dragging Roxas into it latching onto an arm, causing the pyro to promptly grab hold of the other arm, arguing across the poor boy. Marluxia watched passively, finding no good opening to comment, and while the distraction ensued, Saix had worked his way to Zexion's neck, kissing delicate skin passionately, the hand he had been kissing being worried at by a roving thumb.

 

“Brought the drinks,” Demyx grunted, holding the trey on one shoulder and lowering it with a slight grunt, trying not to spill anything. He handed a glass to Axel, letting Roxas have a free arm to take his less intoxicated drink. Passing out the rest, Demyx gave a sheepish grin, Saix hastily tearing himself away from a kiss stained neck to receive his.

 

“Uh, cheers?” Everyone except Roxas and Axel took a drink. The pyro sniffed the drink warily. It was cool, fruity; slightly alcoholic. Xemnas nodded his approval, pulling Demyx into his lap, one arm around a skinny waist. Axel took a sip and shrugged.

 

“Don't worry Roxas it's safe,” the blonde assured, nodding to the boy to take a drink. When Roxas seemed all right, Demyx grinned.

 

“So what are we doing now?” he asked, a little awkward at being in his bosses lap, squashing pink and white frills under his weight.

 

“We're going to play a game of Truth,” Xemnas grinned.

 

“Truth?” Saix and Axel echoed in synchronization.

 

“I believe it's a drinking game,” Marluxia pointed out, to which Number 1 nodded.

 

“It's also called `I've Never,'” Zexion put in. Marluxia seemed in a thought, a contemplating finger to his chin.

 

“I've heard of it….”

 

“How do you play?” Axel asked more interested in how the game went as opposed to talking about it.

 

“Well,” Xemnas began, shifting Demyx to one knee, “you start off with someone saying something they've never done. Those who have done it take a drink. Then the next person asks a question. The last person to finish their drink is the winner. Anyone who runs out of drink is out and can't ask questions.” Axel nodded.

 

“Sounds easy enough,” he said.

 

“And in case you decide not to drink,” the Superior grinned, “Roxas can tell us whether you should be or not.”

 

“You know, I've never been kissed,” Marluxia pondered out loud, unofficially starting the game to which everyone drank. Noticing what he started he blushed faintly.

 

“Who did you kiss?” the strawberry blonde asked Demyx.

 

“Uh well… it was in a game once… Xemnas made me… so yeah,” the water boy answered reluctantly, not ready to spout of any names.

 

“Ah yes I remember,” Xemnas mused, licking his beverage from his lips. “Ah you know we could fix that Marluxia.”

 

“You'd probably be willing to fix anything we say we've never done,” Zexion pointed out blandly. “At least anything that's sexual in the smallest bit.”

 

Xemnas smiled, fingers tickling Demyx's skin between the somewhat loose tube top and the pants that seemed as if gravity had a good hold on them and wasn't about to let go. The blonde squirmed a little nervously, trying not to spill his drink.

 

“That's not true,” he defended in an innocent voice, but Zexion merely gave him a disbelieving look. “<i>I've never</i> done anything sexual past kissing to some of the members of this room.” It was a vague and ambiguous statement but Zexion, Saix, and Axel all drank.

 

“You're supposed to drink,” Axel prompted Roxas but the boy shook his head.

 

“He said <i>some</i> of the people in this room which implies more than one. I haven't done anything like that with other people,” the boy claimed sheepishly, providing his interpretation.

 

“Yeah well I've never <i>had sex</i> with more than one person at once, but I still drank. Sexual things can be little you know,” Axel pointed out. Xemnas, Zexion, and Saix drank.

 

“Kisses don't count as sexual unless you're kissing somewhere sexual,” Xemnas frowned. Did he have to define all his meanings? Maybe he should have been more clear.

 

“I've never kissed anyone in a sexual way,” Demyx admitted. Everyone drank except Marluxia.

 

“Wouldn't it depend more on the intent though?” Saix asked. “I mean, you can kiss someone non-sexually but still have sexual intent. I've never kissed someone without thinking something sexual, so wouldn't that kind of block out the other claims of sexuality?” Demyx and Zexion drank. Roxas, unwilling to play realized what had been said and hastily drank as well. He didn't want to be looked at like some sex freak.

 

“No that's just you being a lecher,” Xemnas pointed out, arm wrapped around Demyx's midsection. “Besides that one can be selective. It depends on how you interpret it. You don't need to explain yourself, you just drink!” Zexion shrugged.

 

“I've never felt the need to explain myself unnecessarily.” Demyx, Marluxia, Axel, and Saix drank. The room was silent for a long second before Axel nudged Roxas.

 

“It's your turn pip squeak.” The boy sighed.

 

“I've never wanted to attend Xemnas' games, even though he makes me,” he muttered. Marluxia drank, everyone looking at him. The strawberry blonde shrugged.

 

“Maybe that's because I'm usually not informed or invited,” he said thoughtfully. Xemnas feigned surprise and hurt.

 

“I've <i>never</i> been more offended in my life!” Axel and Saix drank.

 

“I've never seen you be seriously offended,” Zexion put in. Axel, Saix, and Marluxia drank. The leader scoffed.

 

“You don't want to,” Marluxia said softly. “I've never want to tick Xemnas off enough to make him really mad.” Such a virtuous claim. Axel and Saix drank.

 

“I've never been drunk before,” Demyx said, looking into his drink. Xemnas, Axel, Zexion, and Saix drank. Xemnas snickered.

 

“Saix you're almost finished with your drink,” he said, pointing with one finger from the hand that held his glass. The berserker held the glass up and shrugged. Now that they mentioned he did feel kind of buzzed. Axel lifted his drink in a cheer.

 

“Right with ya buddy!” He giggled, tipsy. Someone wasn't big on alcohol. Roxas frowned as the pyro leaned on him, nearly shoving him to the floor. Zexion smiled, a little concerned towards anyone who couldn't handle their alcohol. It seemed mild, enough to get them thoroughly tipsy but certainly not really drunk. He was about half finished himself.

 

“I've never….” Saix thought, his brain a little fuzzy. “Never never never… I've never thought Xemnas could look so good as a woman.” He gave an odd look to the Superior, as if asking why he hadn't dressed that way sooner.

 

Zexion and Marluxia drank.

 

“What the hell?” Xemnas asked, confusedly looking to the two that drank. “Is that why you wanted me to cross dress?” The question had been directed at the brunette who only gave a mysterious smile in return.

 

“I've never thought that getting drunk could make us get along better,” Axel stated, holding up his glass. Zexion and Xemnas drank. Demyx frowned at his glass again.

 

“I've never had to wear someone else's clothing before.” Everyone drank. Saix set his empty glass down with a slight pant.

 

“You okay?” Zexion asked, the arm hooked around the berserker's waist puling him closer. Saix nodded, blinking.

 

“I've never showered with anyone,” Axel stated.

 

“It's not your turn!” Xemnas growled, drinking nonetheless. Everyone else followed suit, save Roxas. Looking around, Demyx seemed sheepish, Marluxia unfazed. Setting his glass with Saix's, Zexion crawled to drag the pillows Xemnas had used during truth or dare closer, laying back on them and snuggling next to his love. Since when had they been so open? Number 1 grinned, a hand slipping up Demyx's peach tube top, making the flustered blonde shiver.

 

“Two down,” he grinned. “Come on Roxas, say something.”

 

“I've never wanted to be harassed by anyone,” he said, his spite aimed toward Axel who was already drinking. Xemnas drank too, followed by Demyx.

 

The pyro sat heavy, his drink having been finished. He hiccupped once, seeming a little dazed from his fall before leaning his head against the arm rest of the couch, brushing against Roxas's arm.

 

“I've never had anyone voluntarily do something for me,” Xemnas frowned, pinching Demyx in his annoyance and making him jump. Warily, everyone else who was still playing drank.

 

“I've never gone skinny dipping,” Marluxia said thoughtfully. Where the hell did that come from? Xemnas drank. Demyx wiggled within his grasp, not sure he wanted to stay there. Axel giggled.

 

“Poor Demyx,” he crooned, looking at the water boy who threw him an upset glance. Zexion was running his fingers through a blushing Saix's hair, murmuring something in his ear as Xemnas eyed them.

 

“I've never wanted Kingdom Hearts so badly,” the blonde sighed, staring at the ceiling as if he could see the sky through it. Everyone drank. Draining his cup, Xemnas threw it to the floor, rolling it near Zexion's and Saix's, shifting his weight to that Demyx now sat on the couch between him and Roxas, the leader snuggled to his shoulder, his arm still around the boy's waist. Roxas, Marluxia, and Demyx were the only ones in and it didn't look as if Roxas would finish the other half of his drink. He was the unofficial winner, more by default since Marluxia was already beginning to finish his drink, having not much left.

 

“You weren't supposed to finish it,” Xemnas said, staring straight at the flower boy. Marluxia shrugged, swallow the drink in his mouth.

 

“I was thirsty.”

 

Sighing and rolling his eyes the leader ran his finger's down Demyx's chest, the blonde becoming more abashed, unsure what to do exactly.

 

“What now? Do we honestly have to play any more games? I mean, isn't this a slumber party? Aren't we supposed to have popcorn too?” Roxas asked, standing for fear of being fallen on by the incredible leaning Demyx. Xemnas smiled.

 

“Oh we will. When we watch our movie we'll have popcorn.” Demyx was pushed against the couch, Xemnas laying on him.

 

“Hey Xemnas, we're going to shower in the bathroom okay? Entertain yourself until we finish,” Zexion said as he pulled Saix to his feet, the berserker's arm around the brunette's shoulder. The leader laughed.

 

“Don't take too long!”

 

“Um Xemnas, can Saix and I switch our clothing back?” the water boy asked, blushing from beneath the Superior's form. Number 1 shrugged.

 

“Sure, but not right now.” Leaving pink bunny slippers behind, Saix stumbled off with Zexion to the bathroom, locking themselves in. Xemnas laughed.

 

“Was so funny?” Axel asked, slurring a little before grinning lopsidedly.

 

“They have to shower together.” Marluxia shrugged.

 

“So? They can wash each other's backs,” he replied, filling in an answer he thought was logical. Xemnas rolled his eyes.

 

“Among other things.” He sat up, eyes wide and bright. He had an idea.

 

“Er is this going to be a good idea?” Demyx asked, catching onto the look in his boss's eyes. Roxas groaned.

 

“I don't want to have anything to do with it. Xemnas got to his feet, wobbling in his heels and pulled Demyx up, almost losing his balance in the process. Marluxia had stood as well.

 

“Come here,” he said, dragging the two along, leaving Axel to sidle up to Roxas on the couch, hugging him close. He stalked over to the bathroom door and checked the handle, which was locked. He could open a portal to darkness but it'd be too noticeable. No one within the room was able to pick locks except Zexion who solved it like a puzzle. Maybe he could melt off the knob and lock…. But then it might melt into the door frame and they'd have to break the door down or else open portals every time they wanted to use it. No, they'd have to make a ploy, to send in someone who didn't seem like they'd be up to anything. Looking at Marluxia, Xemnas patted him on the back before pulling them away from the door with a grin. Whispering, he told Marluxia what to do.

 

“Remember, you're looking for aspirin in the medicine cabinet and the bathroom cupboards. There shouldn't be any in there but keep looking. The idea is to take enough time so you'll get an opening.”

 

“What if I don't get an opening?” Marluxia asked, blinking, slightly dazed looking. Xemnas patted his shoulder.

 

“You will.” Leading Demyx away towards the counter lining the back wall he watched Marluxia closely, hands on the blonde's waist, leaning close to him.

 

The flower boy knocked on the door. There was a long pause with no answer as he knocked again, louder.

 

“Zexion, Saix?” he called. Finally the door knob jiggled, Xemnas turning back to Demyx and firmly kissing him, the water boy caught off guard, clutching tanned upper arms. Cinnamon apple. That's what his boss tasted like. His lip gloss was cinnamon apple…. Zexion had answered the knock, dripping wet, heat radiating off his skin. He looked at Marluxia in his pink attire, glancing over a shoulder to see their cross dressed boss making out with Demyx. Despite him thinking Xemnas had put Marluxia up to something, he sighed.

 

“What does Xemnas want?” he asked, hand still on the knob, slightly exasperated. Demyx gave a whimper as Xemnas half lifted him to the counter, his heels giving enough height to still comfortably kiss the blonde, although now he was the one looking up instead of down. Marluxia looked confused.

 

“I wasn't aware he needed anything.” There was a short pause before putting a hand to his head and wincing. “Is there any aspirin? I don't think alcohol sits well with me.” He frowned, eyes looking troubled. Cocking an eyebrow Zexion stood back to let Marluxia in. It didn't <i>seem</i> that Xemnas had been up to anything, but the brunette was still wary. Getting a look at the room, the sinks and cabinets lined the wall to his right, creating a narrow little hall ending in the bathroom area. The floor was tiled with fuzzy rugs to stand on to drip, a large shower stall hidden from view round the corner, a toilet hidden on the opposite ends. A low table end facing the doorway from the actual bathroom held hygienic stuffs, two small drawers probably holding more or less the same. Rails held hand towels near the shower stall. The only place towels could have been, since none of them seemed out or laying about, were behind the closet doors to the left.

 

“Zexion?” Saix called over the sound of the running shower, steam billowing from the top. The brunette sighed, closing and locking the door behind Marluxia. He was cold from having stood there too long, his body pink from the hot shower spray.

 

“Coming,” he called back, leaving Marluxia standing there.

 

“Just lock the door on your way out,” he said, turning reluctantly to join Saix back in the shower. Marluxia nodded, a still somewhat distressed look on his face. Rummaging through the medicine cabinet over the sink he found several bottles and packages of different medicines for headaches or fevers or cold but not specifically aspirin. Looking under the sinks in the cabinets it was fairly bare, toilet paper and cleaning supplies the only thing. Looking over his shoulder to the shower, he heard faint voices as he turned to the closet door. Opening them with ease, not worried about making noise because muffling his actions would have seemed suspicious, he found the linen closet. Fluffy cotton towels were folded on one shelf above a washer and dryer. Collecting the towels in his arms, he cleared the shelf, leaving the laundry supplies. Arms full, he managed to coax the door closed with his feet. Turning and fumbling with the door he called to Zexion over his shoulder.

 

“Thanks Zex, and sorry for having to walk in on you guys.” He opened the door, pausing as a response was heard.

 

“Sure.” He made sure the door was locked before he closed it. Standing outside the door he stared. Demyx was trying to muffle his cries, bent half over the counter, supporting himself on his hands as Xemnas held him from behind, attacking a soft, slender neck, one hand having roamed below khaki pants.

 

“I have the towels Xemnas,” Marluxia announced softly, voice passive, expression blank. The leader's head shot up, a little startled at having been interrupted. Feather's ruffled he looked annoyed before remembering the whole plan. Withdrawing from Demyx and licking his fingers he smiled wickedly as he relieved Marluxia of the stack of towels.

 

“Good work, Marluxia. Now we wait until they're done.” He approached the couch, dropping the pile of towels on Axel who had pulled Roxas into his lap and was telling him a story about something stupid he had done long ago.

 

“Ugh. Wait, what are these for?” the pyro asked, realizing the fabric wouldn't hurt him. Xemnas shrugged.

 

“Just keep them for now.” Marluxia wandered to Demyx, talking quietly to the blonde who was trying to regain his bearings, Xemnas, having made himself comfortable against Zexion's nest of pillows, decided to drag out everyone's sleeping bags. Marluxia's, a soft cotton on the outside, was pink with flowers lining the edge, the inside purple satin. Zexion's was a plain old soft fabric one, a dark dirty blue color. Roxas', like Axel's was black, only smaller. Demyx's was a green and blue, soft pastel colors; Saix's was stormy grey, and his was black and white, checkered like plaid. Soon enough the bathroom door opened, Zexion calmly walking up to where Xemnas lay, stark naked and streaming with water, hair matted to his head.

 

“Where are the towels?” he asked, eyes flashing and arms crossed. Xemnas grinned.

 

“Find em,” he mocked. He had just finished stuffing Zexion's sleeping bag with the towels, smoothing it out.

 

“I could use your sleeping bag for a towel,” Zexion suggesting. Xemnas frowned, eyes narrowing.

 

“You do and I'll steal yours.” The brunette's gaze returned the serious look. Looking away and clucking his tongue the leader chided.

 

“Such a spoiled sport. They're in <i>your</i> sleeping bag.” Zexion grabbed the tail of his make shift bed, turning it over and spilling the towels everywhere, grabbing them up he headed back to the bathroom I a huff, Xemnas whistling wolfishly behind him. The Superior grinned. Marluxia came back over as Zexion dragged Demyx into the bathroom.

 

“That wasn't very nice,” the strawberry blonde pointed out. Xemnas looked at him through one eye.

 

“So?” He tuned the reprimanding voice out, letting his mind wander, waiting for everyone to get back. When he opened his eyes, Marluxia had stopped in mid-sentence, Demyx, Saix, and Zexion having all come back. The berserker and the blonde had switched their clothing back. Happy to be in his own clothes, the only bad thing was, Demyx's white pants weren't near as baggy as Saix's, giving his slight arousal away. He hadn't been as hard as he was earlier but it was still annoying.

 

“Demyx! Popcorn! Drinks!” Xemnas clapped his hands. The blonde nodded, gathering the drinking cups, still blushing as he disappeared rather thankfully. Zexion glared at Xemnas who merely stuck his tongue out.

 

“I'm going to get out of this clothing and take a quick shower to get this scratchy feeling and all this junk off.” He gestured to his face. Getting to his feet it was his turn to take a shower. He was getting used to wearing everything but it was more like raising the challenge to see if Zexion would do anything back. Not bothering to lock the bathroom door, as if in invitation, he rid himself of the jewelry and clothing. Maybe he should keep the thong, just for fun. Leaving the clothing strewn about, he located a dry towel, hanging it from the top of the shower stall and turning the hot water on.

 

Demyx had arrived with several large bowels of popcorn and a package of drinks, plus one for himself. Giving one to Axel and Roxas, one to Saix, he sat to share the other with Marluxia, distributing soda and water along the way. It had taken a good ten minutes just to make enough.

 

“Demyx, do me a favor and pour as much cold water on Xemnas as you can. Long enough to give him a shock but not long enough to get caught so easily,” Zexion said from his place against the pillows in the middle of the floor. His expression was set. He knew it was immature to get the man back, but it'd still be fun. He felt sorry he had to use the innocent Demyx for it. Sighing he gave Zexion a side ways look.

 

“Are you sure I should? Wouldn't he get mad?” Blonde brows were furrowed.

 

“That's the fun of it!” Axel chimed in, popcorn in his mouth. Marluxia seemed to disapprove but just shrugged.

 

“It's Xemnas, you shouldn't feel sorry for him,” Saix pointed out, picking up a piece of popcorn and feeding it to Zexion. The brunette gave an encouraging nod.

 

“Don't worry, I won't let you get into trouble.” Sighing, still a little uncertain, he reluctantly approached the bathroom door, opening it. The sound of the shower running and Xemnas singing to himself could be heard from the doorway. Keeping the door open and turning the lock, he felt a little thrill from causing trouble, even if his life and position in Organization XIII might have been on the line. Making sure not to make any noise he snuck in, the marbled glass steamed up, and causing doubt that Xemnas could see him.

 

His back pressed against the wall, as near to the shower as he could be without chancing to reveal himself, he summoned a spray of water to his hand, aiming over the top of the shower and right onto Xemnas' head.

 

“HOLY SHI—” Xemnas yelled, voice a couple octaves higher as icy cold water drenched him. Demyx was gone, slamming the door behind him and laughing. He wished he could have seen Xemnas' face, but he probably would have been dead seconds later. The door shuddered behind his back, the doorknob being wrenched at, Xemnas unaware that it had been locked.

 

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD! You wait until I get out there! You will regret having done that <i>Demyx</i>!” Xemnas snarled, the door the only thing separating them. Gulping, the water boy paled. He didn't have to hear exactly what Xemnas would do to him, just the tone in his voice was back enough. Scared, he realized it wouldn't be good to be standing in front of the door when Xemnas managed to unlock it. Fleeing behind the couch and ducking, Axel was laughing, jostling Roxas in his lap who seemed a little amused. Zexion was smirking, Marluxia was eating popcorn and Saix was grinning evilly, glad that they had gotten back at their boss. Xemnas tore open the door and chucked something at high speeds in the general direction of the couch, just missing Axel's head. Zexion caught it, wincing at how hard it had hit his hand. It was a bottle of tooth paste, the first thing the Superior had grabbed. Slamming the door shut, Xemnas huffed, going back to warm himself under the shower. Oh Demyx would pay!

 

When he had emerged, hair damp, grey slacks back on, he looked like the Xemnas everyone knew, as opposed to the drag queen. Smiling, he spotted the popcorn.

 

“Now, we get to the movie and our popcorn! Zexion, put the DVD in will ya?” He flipped the switch, turning off the lights, the room shrouded in darkness. Someone whimpered.

 

“There there Roxas! I've got you!” Axel crooned in a babying voice.

 

“You idiot! You know it wasn't me!” Roxas replied agitatedly. The TV screen lit up, revealing Marluxia working the DVD player. Zexion was intent on slipping into his sleeping bag, snuggling next to Saix and propped on his elbow as the berserker popped the buttered snack in his mouth.

 

“I asked you to put the movie in,” he nearly spat at Zexion, though he had no intention of ill will. The brunette shrugged.

 

“Marluxia got there first,” he said nonchalantly, stealing popcorn from Saix. Kicking Roxas and Axel from the couch, Xemnas pulled Demyx over with a malicious smile. The main screen for the movie came up, <i>The Grudge</i>. Nothing too horribly scary, but nothing too gory or sickening or obscene. Even Xemnas could stomach so much. He was sadistic, not a cold-blooded murdering psycho, although some would beg to differ. The blonde gave Xemnas a sheepish look, trying to thing of some way out of it. He glanced to Zexion, but the brunette was too absorbed in the beginning of the movie.

 

“Hush and be good,” Xemnas whispered as the volume was turned up, pulling Demyx down with him to lay on the couch. Annoyed that he'd been thrown from the couch, Axel pouted, leaving Roxas in his sleeping bag with an empty bowl of popcorn. Sitting on his own sleeping bag, he stole from Marluxia's bowl, opening his Coke. As the movie progressed the sound of thunder and drumming rain became apparent, the bellowing rolls of thunder coming ever closer

 

For the first part of the movie, Xemnas watched, having little interest since he'd seen it once already. The whole point of choosing something he had seen was so he could become distracted without worrying about missing something. Demyx clutched at Xemnas' chest, laying in his boss's lap, snuggling close at the violent parts, shivering. He clearly didn't enjoy horror movies. Wondering where his stuffed rabbit went he made to get up and look as shuddering bass filled the room, thunder crying. Xemnas pulled him back down.

 

“Think you're going somewhere? I haven't gotten my payback yet,” he grinned, voice soft and dangerously cool. With all eyes on the TV, empty popcorn bowls scattered, Xemnas carefully deposited Demyx on the couch, perched above him with a grin. The blonde looked frightened.

 

“So did you take care of your…..<i>ordeal</i> earlier?” Soft, low, barely above the sound of a breath Xemnas made his point by gently kneeing Demyx between the legs. Even with the only light being from the television the leader could tell a blush had arisen to grace pale cheeks.

 

“Er well,” Demyx started in response but was hushed by Xemnas when Marluxia glanced at them. Settling his body against Number 9, supporting himself with one elbow so as not to completely crush the younger one with his weight, the hand obscured between his body and the couch skating its way down Demyx's chest, intimating that he'd pick up where he'd left off. Softly kissing the blonde he muffled the gasp as his hand slipped down the white pants that actually belonged to the water boy, the dialogue from the movie drowning out their noises.

 

Rain battered against the roof as the movie progressed, the TV flickering now and then from a bad connection, the electricity threatening to go out. If they had to, they could convince Larxene to give them a jumpstart, assuming she didn't blow a circuit. Roxas had managed to fall asleep halfway through the movie, Axel cuddling up to him contently as he watched the movie. Marluxia sat to the side, closer to the screen, eventually settling into his sleeping bag, sitting and hugging his knees, more intent on the mythology of the ghost story than the actual plot of the movie itself. Saix was lying on his side, pressed close to Zexion who was still propped up, one hand a pillow for his head as they both watched. Saix held the arm draped around his close to his chest, completely focused on the TV. By the time the movie had ended, Saix was too awake to sleep, excusing himself to the bathroom, Marluxia was half asleep, just wanting to curl up in his pink sleep bag and dream about flowers, Zexion was snuggling down to bed for the night, Axel was wide eyed, mildly fazed but not too worried since he could sleep with Roxas, and Demyx was trying hard not to make too much noise or squirm too much. Xemnas was torturing. Right in the middle of using the bathroom, the lights went out, a roll of thunder crashing above them, the sound of rain loud through the silence, followed by Saix's swearing. Zexion smiled in the utter darkness, standing and maneuvering with ease through the room to the bathroom to lend Saix a hand at navigating his way back.

 

“Oh dear,” Marluxia said, searching the TV for the power button. If the power came back on they didn't need the television waking them in the middle of the night.

 

Demyx suppressed a groan as Xemnas teased him, nibbling a slender neck, making sure to leave a mark.

 

“Vengeance is sweet isn't it?” he murmured in the blonde's ear.

 

“Ow that was my foot,” Saix said, shuffling close behind Zexion and managing to stub his tow on the couch.

 

“Come on, almost there. Don't step on Axel now. There we go,” Zexion spoke softly, his voice barely audible above the pummeling rain as he direction Saix back to their sleeping bag. Sighing Xemnas sat up as he withdrew his hands, sitting quite firmly in Demyx's lap, eliciting a whimper. He'd had his payback but feel like just taking advantage of someone. He was tired anyway.

 

“Going to sleep,” he muttered as he stood, groping in the darkness for his sleeping bag at the foot of Zexion's who was directly in front of the couch with his pillows. Saix curled up against Zexion, leaving barely enough room for the brunette. With everyone relatively situated, Demyx taking care of his problem the old-fashioned way, the sound of rain punctuated with soft growls of thunder was soothing. Saix fidgeted, tired but unable to sleep.

 

“Restless?” Zexion asked softly, one hand stroking silver blue hair, his lips against his companion's forehead. Saix shrugged, hugging Zexion closer. “Would you like a bed time story?” The question was only half serious. Again the answer was a shrug. Xemnas groaned inwardly. Oh come on, a bed time story? Honestly, if Saix wasn't so good at being short tempered and very violent sometimes then the Superior didn't know what he was good for. Turning over his arm landed on something fuzzy. Feeling what it was he got a mental image. A teddy bear. It was Zexion's. Dropping the stuffed animal he could hear most of what Zexion was murmuring. Demyx returned a short while later to seek out his sleep bag next to Marluxia who had taken his stuffed rabbit, having gone to the bathroom to relieve himself without giving everyone an audible show of what he was doing.

 

“—And under the sakura trees the boy was crying. His puppy had run away, you see, and his parents had said good riddance. `We don't need a dog that chews up our furniture,' they said. `But Mom he's just a puppy! He doesn't know better; I'll teach him, I promise!' the boy said every time, but his parents shook their heads.” Xemnas closed his eyes as Zexion told his story. He was trying to fall asleep, letting his mind wander as the storm continued to blow onward. He was only catching parts of what the brunette was murmuring in Saix's ear.

 

“`It's all right, I think I've found your dog,' the older boy said, smiling gently. `You can come by and get him when you want.' `Okay!' the sad little boy nodded eagerly, jumping to his feet and wiping away his tears.'” Time had been passing, the leader unsure of how long. He'd been dozing, but not for too long.

 

“The boy was sad that his older friend had moved away. It had been weeks, and he had promised he would write, but so far no word of him had reached his ears.” Xemnas thought about the story, imagining those boys. Imagining…. It was empty. That feeling. Not sorrow. Just emptiness. He wondered if the boy felt that too…..

 

“He opened the front door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It was late at night. No one should have been visiting at that hour. Looking up, he saw it was the friend he had made! The older boy was there to visit! `Sorry I took so long,' he said with a smile. The little boy just shook his head and pulled his friend in by the hand. He didn't have to say anything. He knew how glad he was to have his friend back, and words just didn't convey that feeling.”

 

To have his friend back huh? That was about a million in one chance. He couldn't sleep. He was tired, not really restless; just couldn't sleep. It wasn't that it was so different from his bed. Well, he didn't know what it was from. Xemnas tossed and turned. Everyone else was asleep. Axel was cutting logs next to the couch with Roxas, Saix murmuring something incoherent, Zexion would twitch every so often, curled against Saix's back, Marluxia was drooling on Demyx's and bunny, and Demyx was furled into a little ball like a child. He dozed on and off, eyes closed, but he just didn't seem comfortable, didn't seem like he could fall off to slumber land. Sighing he got up. It was a little chilly in the room, muggy from all the rain. Feeling his way to the couch he lay down for a while, cuddled against the back of the sofa. It was too cold, at least without a shirt or blanket. He dragged his sleeping bag up there, cuddled inside like a cocoon. It was certainly warmer. He slept for a little while but woke up again. He groaned. He'd be in a bad mood tomorrow. Sighing he stared at the ceiling for what could have been an hour. Not that he could see the ceiling anyway. He sat up, running a hand over his face and through his now dried hair. It was his last resort and he felt kind of pathetic for it….. but other than just staying up the rest of the night or trying to knock himself into a self-induced coma there wasn't much else to do.

 

But then the question was: who? Axel was contently entwined with Roxas, more like he was attacking the boy in his sleep like a vise, Zexion was holding a grudge against him so getting near either him or Saix would be bad…..Marluxia and Demyx were the only two. He felt slightly guilty for setting both up, even though neither had gotten in trouble and he's taken both the blame and the payback. Closing his eyes he dragged his feet, along with his sleeping bag, over to Demyx's sleeping form. A little apprehensive he unzipped his sleeping bag, unfolding it to billow like a blanket and spreading it out over both himself and Demyx. Conforming to the curled shape of his body, through his sleeping blanket, slipping his arm under the covers and weaseling his way to hold the blonde against him, he could feel the gentle rise and fall of Demyx's chest as he breathed. He face was pressed to the back of a slender neck, abused from his kisses and bites. Closing his eyes, he tried to let himself drift. He really did feel so pathetic but soon enough he was asleep. And all too soon he'd awake to find himself sprawled across three sleeping bags and two people, Zexion having gotten up early to turn the lights on and comment about needing windows. Roxas would have left, Axel oblivious in his sleep, Saix would wake up soon with his source of warmth missing, and eventually Demyx would wake up to find his boss's legs draped over his body.