#sam look

1. BLETCHAM AND BRICKHILL

fae!daniel au that I never properly wrote, but outlined for the fic graveyard tour. would've been maxiel with human!max who daniel mistook for a changeling ^-^ daniel's nebulously seelie with crossroads demon influences; max wants to kiss him and own him.

the post has several excerpts and what I'd planned to write &the explanation of why it never worked out, and why I was interested in the first place. I like it a lot and I think it's interesting both prose-wise and as a behind-the-scenes process tour, but it's also the least fic-like thing on this list. anti-clickbait warning!

although again i couldn't write this i do think about it A LOT, worrying it in my mouth like a loose tooth, so selfishly if there's only one thing you read off this list let it be my abandoned child i left on the doorstep of scriviner's orphanage 💕

2. DANIEL ASKING LANDO TO HIT HIM!

this is a 982 dando ficlet I wrote for local dando expert laura @disarmd :] do you like face-slapping, the dom lando agenda, and/or daniel being unable to articulate his feelings? look no further!!

3. MAX/KELLY: FINGERSUCKING, DACRYPHILIA

day five fill for 2025 kinktober!

one of the daily prompts had been "wax play" and I thought ohhh okay EVERYONE is going to do that bc of max's comments on that redline stream and I don't wanna add to the oversaturation... what's something Strange that I can add to fandom space... and bc of fandom's wonderful lovely demographics I thought an off-the-beaten-trail community contribution would be het p-in-v in the missionary position 🤣 nsfw text behind the link !!!

i'm so pleased with how my fill turned out but as far as i've been able to find NOBODY wrote realnamegucci waxplay...!! let's run it back, it's not too late...!!!!!

4. DANIEL'S EYES ARE LIKE THEY ALWAYS ARE

what if max was a student of some [handwave] magical mad science, and daniel was the disassembled collection of body parts max's lab used as learning tools!? 🤩 and carlos was competing with max to 'draft' pieces of daniel's body so max had to prioritize what dismembered bits he picks first!?!?! and they're in love!!!?!?!!?!

minor body horror tw because of the premise and belated but unfortunately insincere apologies to wonderful angel @olympialogy who sent in a really great prompt and got back uhm. well in any case I like it!!

5. TASKMAXTER

maxiel taskmaster au! a tumblr post that somehow became 22k... I think people do know I wrote this one but it's on my mind because the new season has been tremendous fun &also this morning I saw this great post that made me think fuckkkk I wish taskmaxter was real I wish it was real and I could watch it...

7k - character backstories and comedy careers 5k - saturday night live mandated charlos divorce 8k - here's how filming the tasks would go 1k - btw here's my vision for the taskmaster house max decorates using the theme "i hate you scotty james and I'm gonna fuck your wife" 1k - taskmaster episode

"Ignis!" He hears Gladio yell his name, and sees him point towards the edge of the current battle going on. "He needs to be healed!"

Without a thought in his head, Ignis bypasses the battle, and sees Noctis is on the ground. He summons magic into his system, and lays a hand on Noctis' shoulder. "There, Your Highness." A stab of guilt hits him, as it's his job to make sure the Prince is okay. It's his only job, and he's failed to do it. Too focused on the current wave of enemies, he forgets to keep his eyes on him. "Feel better now?" He holds his hand out to him, and helps lift him back onto his feet.

"Thanks, Specs." Noctis nods his head, and before Ignis can say something else to him, he's using his warp ability to jump back into the fray, going in headfirst as he always does.

Ignis wipes his hands off, and assesses the situation. Prompto is holding his own, attacking from the sides as his weapon requires it of him. Good. One person is at least managing themselves correctly. He watches Gladio swing his sword, and sees Noctis team up with him, delivering a deathly blow to one of the more pesky daemons that keeps respawning over and over.

Finally, a break arrives. He exhales, and looks at everyone, who are all breathing hard, but the adrenaline is still pumping fast in their veins. "We should go." He points towards the trail that will take them back to Wiz's. The sound of the catoblepas echos through the area, a soft dulcet tone that would normally bring peace to his soul, but right now, he is still on high alert. "Noctis, are you listening to me?"

"Oy, heads up!" Gladio yells, as a light begins to shine down on them. "Looks like we've got some company!"

Ignis wants to run. His feet remain planted, though, as the Niflheim Magitek soldiers begin to drop from the sky again, the never ending cycle of this is bringing him close to madness. He looks at Noctis, who is already in a defensive stance. "One more round!" He yells, and sees all of his companions nod their head in agreement. They can't keep doing this, or else someone is going to get hurt.

He steps into the battle, using his daggers to strike true and quick. He's dancing with the soldiers, sidestepping to make sure that they aren't as quick on their feet as he is, easily able to maneuver around them. He comes face to face with Noctis, and sees blood splatter on his shirt. His eyes widen, as he takes in his appearance. What he isn't aware of is the loud yelling coming from both Prompto and Gladio, as they take care of the rest of the soldiers, while Ignis is stuck in a trance, staring at the blood on Noctis' vest.

"Are you hurt?" He asks, his body beginning to feel weak all of a sudden. Is the adrenaline no longer keeping him alert? He can't slip now. Not when the Prince is clearly injured. As he knew would happen, as no one can tolerate this much fighting, over and over. "Noctis, are you hurt?" He repeats himself, but as he does, he begins to pitch forward.

"Ignis!" Noctis' voice sounds muffled, as his body continues to move in a free fall. He can't seem to work his limbs, as nothing is responding to what his brain is trying to make them do. He can't lift his arms. He's now struggling to breathe, his chest aching in a way he hadn't realized until now. His sides hurt. He isn't sure why that is, as that's never been an ailment of his before. "Ignis, stay with me!"

It's a struggle to keep his eyes open, as he's now on his back, staring up at the night sky. So many stars fill the sky, and the spirals of the galaxy are present. The moon has yet to rise again this evening. Or early morning. He has a feeling it's almost dawn, with how long they've been out here. "Cindy." He remembers now why they had come out here. "Did we get it?"

"We did." He's surprised to hear there are tears in Noctis' voice. No, now there are tears on his face. Were they his own? Or were they Noctis'? He isn't quite sure. Everything is a little fuzzy at the moment. "Ignis, please. I don't know what to do!"

"Are you hurt?" He repeats his question, trying to remain present, but it's becoming more difficult as the seconds slip away.

"No, you idiot! You're the one that's hurt! It not my blood! It's yours!" Noctis sounds frightened. "What do I do?!"

"Heal me." Now it makes sense as to why his sides hurt. One of the soldiers must have gotten a bullet through his body. Why he didn't feel it himself, he has no idea. "Use your magic. Or a curative."

"FUCK." Noctis yells, as he quickly pulls an elixir out from the Armiger, and lets it burst over Ignis' body. Instantly, he's able to breathe easier, but there is still a lingering pain that's residing in his chest. His eyes close as Noctis' hand touches his shoulder, a warm pulse of healing magic slips into his system, alleviating the rest of his pain. A direct copy of what he'd done earlier to the Prince. "I-Is that better, Ignis?? Ignis??"

He tries to answer, but his tongue feels thick in his mouth. He vaguely hears Gladio shouting something, and then the next thing he sees is complete darkness.

xXx

Something soft is beneath Ignis' body. Slowly coming back to, he blinks his eyes a few times, and sees a familiar room coming into focus. Oh, thank the Six. We made it back. He exhales a long, slow breath, pleased that somehow they had returned to Wiz's. He tries to get up, but winces as the pain on his sides returns.

"Don't move too much." He looks to his left, and sees Noctis is sitting there, looking haggard. "The magic didn't do what it was supposed to because of the Nifl tech."

Ah, that explains why he still feels so sore. "But the elixir worked."

"Long enough that we were able to bring you back here and get you stable." Noctis is still wearing the same clothes, his blood still splattered across his vest. Ignis inhales through his nose, hating to see Noctis in such disarray. "Ignis, you almost died last night."

"And it may happen again." He has always known the risk of being by the Prince's side. It's a life he has chosen to be a part of, and one he takes pride in. This trip may have begun as a bachelor weekend, but with the treaty ending in chaos, it has turned into something none of them expected. Except Ignis. He always knew that this day might come, and has tried to prepare for it as best as he could. But putting it into practice has been challenging.

"Stop." The Prince of Lucis shakes his head, and he can see that his hands are clenched into tight fists. "Stop, Ignis. Please."

He coughs, his throat parched. Noctis reaches for a bottle of water, and brings it to his lips, Ignis closing his eyes as he lets the cool liquid touch his tongue. He swallows on reflex, sputtering the first few sips out past his lips, but then recovers and begins to drink it with a normal swallow. Noctis doesn't move it until he's had his fill, and with a few blinks of his eyes, he pulls his lips away, which allows the Prince to move it back to the table.

"What's wrong?" He asks. "Did you not sleep last night?"

"How could I?" Noctis points to the bed. "I didn't know if you were going to make it."

"Noctis." Ignis reaches for his hand, and he's grateful that the Prince gives it freely to him. He's known him for close to fifteen years, and to see him in such a state is concerning. "I may fall."

"Don't say that!" He sees him blink back tears, as the grip on his hand tightens.

"I may fall." Ignis repeats, keeping his voice steady. "I need you to keep going."

"I'll use a phoenix down on you!"

"Noctis."

He holds his gaze, keeping his hand against his chest as he stares into his tear-filled eyes. "Ignis, please don't. I know what you're trying to tell me. That I have to keep going, even if you're not with me anymore. Even though I can't imagine a world where you won't be there."

"I know. And that is always my intention." Ignis offers him a smile, hoping to relieve any sort of sadness the Prince is currently feeling. "You need to rest. While I appreciate the gesture of you remaining by my side to make sure I was alive, you need to sleep."

"I'll sleep next to you."

There is room in his bed, but with his injuries, he isn't sure that's the wisest idea. He also knows the Prince won't take no for an answer, so Ignis winces as he moves over on the bed, the pain a dull throb on his sides. He knows the wounds are healing, but it will be a slow process. With there being enough room now, Noctis moves off of the chair and lays down next to him.

Countless times over the years, they've been in this position. But something feels different now. Is it because he's had a near death experience? Ignis isn't sure. He lifts his arm, and feels Noctis put himself up against his side - being careful to not push against his wounds. "Better?" He asks, keeping a gentle hold on the Prince's body.

"I was so afraid that you weren't going to wake up." Noctis speaks softly, tears evident in his voice. "I thought, well, if he doesn't wake up, how is he ever going to know how much I love him? He's never going to know that the only reason I wake up in the morning is because I get to see his face." A soft sob leaves Noctis' mouth, as Ignis listens. "I don't like thinking about it, and with it actually happening? Ignis, I had to stay by your side. I needed you to know that I'm in love with you."

He feels tears well up in his eyes. "Your Highness, we can't."

"Why not??"

"Do you remember why we're on this adventure?" Blue eyes are now looking into his, Noctis no longer by his side, but is now hovering above him.

"You and I both know that it's performative." Noctis shakes his head. "Luna knows my feelings for you."

His eyebrows raise up. "Really?"

"She's the one that's been pushing me to tell you. Course, I had to wait until I thought you were almost dead to finally get the fire lit." Noctis has a lopsided grin on his face, the tears still fresh on his face. "Crazy, right?"

All he can do is nod his head.

Noctis returns to his shoulder, now resting comfortably next to him. "This is a lot." Ignis comments, hoping that it won't upset the Prince.

"I know." Noctis' nose dips against his collarbone, Ignis biting his lip to stifle an inappropriate noise. He's under no condition to do anything of that sort right now, and won't tease the Prince in such a way that would not be fair to either of them. "Please tell me you feel the same way about me, Ignis."

The words sound like a plea, making Ignis' heart hurt. "Noctis." He swallows, his arm now holding the Prince more securely against his side. "Do you really need me to answer that? Shouldn't you already know?" He has tried for years to hide his true feelings for Noctis, but knows that he's been terrible at it.

"I know." Noctis squeezes a little too hard, making him grunt in pain. "Sorry!"

"It's quite all right." He tries to keep the pain out of his voice, but it's difficult. "Now that you've said your peace, would you care to sleep now?"

"One more thing."

"What is it?" Ignis asks, confused by what else needs to be said.

A pair of lips touch his with a soft kiss that draws a moan from his throat, his body responding to the touch on pure instinct alone. He lifts his hand, bringing it to the back of Noctis' neck, and prolongs the kiss by parting his lips for him, their tongues touching with soft, hesitant touches before becoming more aggressive. So many years, he's been dreaming of a kiss like this. To be infirmed while they share this first initmate moment isn't lost on him; but he also understands. He grunts out in pain as he tries to shift his body, the kiss coming to an abrupt end.

"Sorry." Noctis whispers against his lips, before kissing him again with a soft, pliant kiss, their lower lips staying attached for seconds before Noctis pulls away. "Sleep now."

"Yes, Noctis." He agrees, although his heart is hammering hard in his chest, his body wants to do things it physically can't right now, but the need to rest is equally as strong. "We'll talk more later."

"We will, Ignis." The Prince returns his head to the crook of his neck, his arm resting delicately over his chest.

---

Xigbar’s thumbs pushed against Demyx’ hips as he guided him on how to move, while his cock slid in and out of his tightness. Demyx’ hands were splayed on his chest, Xigbar moaning low as he felt the pinprick of his nails dig into his flesh, causing him to thrust with more urgency as he brought Demyx closer to that unspoken high they were both chasing together. 

“X-Xiggy…” Demyx moaned the nickname which he used to loathe, but now loved to hear as it came out of Demyx’ mouth as almost reverent. He took his left hand away from Demyx’ hip and brought it to his dripping cock, sliding it up and down to a tempo that wasn’t quite the same urgency as his hips were dictating, but it was close. “I’m so close…” 

“Come for me, baby…” He could feel Demyx’ cock getting thicker by the second against the palm of his hand, and knew he was going to explode at any moment. He started to bounce him hard on his cock, trying to find that spot that would really seal the deal. And as soon as he found it, he knew it was the prize he was looking for. 

Demyx screamed as he began to come, Xigbar’s fist tightening around his cock as he milked him through his orgasm. He released a deep, satisfied moan as he pushed Demyx down hard, and began to spill his own hot cum deep inside of his lover’s body. A gorgeous glow appeared on Demyx’ face, the flush spreading to his shoulders as he dropped down onto Xigbar’s chest, Xigbar grunting with the unexpected weight, but welcomed him with his right arm now around Demyx’ lithe body. 

He grunted low as Demyx lifted himself off of his softening cock, then grinned as Demyx left a wet kiss on his cheek before rolling over to clean up the mess that was now leaking out of him. He rolled onto his side, tucking his elbow underneath his head, observing the way Demyx used the towel to get as much of the mess out of him as he could. “You know, I used to detest you.” 

“I love you too, Xiggy.” Demyx threw the towel at him, which he caught with a laugh. “Your pillow talk is awful.” 

“You didn’t let me finish.” He reminded the Nobody, who had returned to his bed. Xigbar used the towel to wipe Demyx’ sticky mess off of his belly, then cleaned up the area around his cock before dropping it down onto the floor. 

He held his arms up, and Demyx crawled into them, resting his chin against his sternum. “You have ten seconds to finish it.” He snapped his fingers, Demyx’ water dancers appearing in his bedroom. 

“Make them go away.” He was not about to deal with a soaking floor because his lover was feeling spicy tonight. Demyx snapped his fingers, the dancers disappearing as if they’d never existed in the first place. “Thank you.” 

“You have eight seconds.” 

He rolled his one good eye, and put his hand on Demyx’ ass. “I was going to say that as much as I used to detest your presence, I’m very fond of it now. I like spending what little free time we have with you.” He hardly admitted his feelings, as he was a firm believer that they had lost the ability to access them when they became Nobodies, but being with Demyx reminded him of a person he hadn’t thought about in a very long time. A person who he would follow to the end of time, which was essentially currently happening as he was a Nobody because of what he believed in. Demyx only made that time a little sweeter. 

“Do you mean it?” Demyx asked, rolling onto his back so that Xigbar could now lean over him. His shadow fell across Demyx’ face, but that didn’t matter to him. He could still see his bright aquamarine eyes, the color of the sea - a color that Xigbar never really thought much about, but had been thinking about it more thanks to the man underneath him. “Because you know I really like spending my time with you. I hate that Roxas’ Somebody is causing such problems for us right now. Stupid keyblade wielders.” 

Xigbar knew he had to keep silent on the subject, as no one here knew that he himself was one of those keyblade wielders. No one had to know. It was all part of the plan, to keep his eye on the Gazing Eye, which was nowhere to be found, but he knew that Xemnas was the key to its whereabouts, considering who his Somebody was. 

The keyblade that the person who he’d devoted his life, and his soul to, had created. He’d lost it, and it had found its way into Xehanort’s possession, which then he latched onto, calling himself Braig as a way to detach from his prior history. 

“Be careful.” Xigbar warned him, as he knew that this kid - Sora - was becoming a foe to the Nobodies. Roxas had been a pawn, he always had been, and now was exacting his revenge against them all through Sora. It was fitting, in a way, that the smallest keyblade wielder would be the one to bring them all down. “I mean it, Dem.” 

“I know, I know.” Demyx sighed, his fingers now playing idly with the hair on Xigbar’s chest, as he stayed hovering over him. “Trust me. Xemnas has been going to Hollow Bastion soon, as he thinks that’s where the best place to attack him and bring Roxas back to us will be.” 

He stared into his eye, and gave a sharp nod of his head. “There’s nothing wrong with running away either.” 

“Are you saying I’m not strong enough to defeat him?” Demyx narrowed his eyes at him. “Because it kinda sounds like that’s what you’re saying.” 

Xigbar lowered his head, and kissed Demyx with a soft kiss. “No. But I want you to be extra careful, okay? How many did we lose in Castle Oblivion because of this guy?” 

“Too many.” 

“Now you see why I’m worried?”

Demyx’ laughter made him smile. “Xiggy, I like that you care about me so much. Will you kiss me again, and show me how else you like to make me feel?” 

“I’d be honored to do that for you, baby.” 

He brought his mouth back to Demyx’ and swept his tongue inside of his mouth, moaning low as he moved to be between his legs. And as soon as he was back inside of him, Xigbar knew that this was exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed, until the end of time. Demyx was his everything. 

***

“Number IX has perished.” Saïx said. 

Xigbar felt his stomach drop. No. He was sitting in Xemnas’ office, having been invited here by Xemnas as they were planning on how to deal with Sora. Saïx had interrupted the meeting to bring this information. 

“I see.” Xemnas commented, standing up from his desk. “Anyone else?” 

“No, but I do believe our deserter is there as well. He might be helping the keyblade wielder.” 

Axel too? Was this day going to get any worse than it already was? Xigbar was about to volunteer to head to Hollow Bastion when Xemnas beat him to it. “Go to Hollow Bastion. Deal with Number VIII if you can. Bring him back here. Do not engage with the keyblade wielder.” 

“Very well.” Saïx used a portal to leave the room, leaving Xigbar alone with their Superior. 

“That’s some very interesting information.” Xigbar commented, trying not to think about how Demyx was gone. It hurt too much to think about. “What do you think this means?” 

Xemnas turned around and looked out the window, towards the everpresent night that was in the World That Never Was. “The fight will be coming here soon. And if we should fail, then we have one more chance.” 

“Oh?” That intrigued him. “How so?” 

“Should the keyblade wielder win, we will return to where it all began. And if that happens, then I will make sure to bring those back that I deem to be the ones that will be able to put up another fight.” 

Xigbar looked out the window, giving a nod of his head. “I understand, Xemnas. Whatever you need for me to do, I will.” 

“And that is why you’re my Number II, Xigbar. Because I trust no other like you.” 

He bowed his head, then took his leave. Xigbar returned to his bedroom, and looked at the pillow that Demyx had used the night before. A single tear fell from his eye as he held it in his hand, inhaling the fading scent of his lover on the pillow case. 

“Damn it, Demyx.” He hugged it against his chest as he released a deep sigh. “I told you to be careful.” He knew that their time was numbered, but didn’t think that Demyx would be the first to go. Thinking about what Xemnas had said, though, not all might be lost. 

I swear I’ll find you again. I don’t care what he says. I need you to be with me. 

***

Braig woke up with a splitting headache, back in Radiant Garden. Looking around, Braig saw bodies around him - bodies of the other Organization XIII members that had been created here in the lab. 

“You’re awake.” 

He looked behind him, and saw the presence of a man who he wasn’t familiar with, but he knew immediately who they were. “What do you want?” 

“You know what I want. What we need.” The younger version of the old coot was standing right in front of him. “Are you going to do it?” 

Looking at the members of the Organization, who were all now back in their bodies with all of their feelings and emotions intact, Braig gave a shrug of his shoulders. “That depends. What’s in it for me?” 

“You seek glory.” 

“I seek the truth.” He didn’t bother to argue with this apparition, as he knew that in the end, it wasn’t going to mean anything unless Xehanort pulled off whatever he planned. 

Once the younger version of him spoke, Braig went about his business and began to bring things online. It was then that Xehanort appeared; the same person that he’d brought back to the castle after the fight with Terra - the man who resembled the keyblade wielder, but wasn’t him. 

“Finally - you’re awake!” He approached him. “So, what’s the plan?” 

There was no response from him, only an action. An action that made him groan as he saw the Gazing Eye look at him, as the keyblade that it was housed in was pushed against his heart. He fell, groaning as he knew what this meant. He was going to be back to being a Nobody. If that’s how all of this was going to play out, great. 

If it meant he’d get to finally put his own plan into motion, then he’d do whatever it took to make it happen. 

***

“I want you to go and greet our newest recruit.” Xemnas said to him, the two of them walking through the halls of the Castle That Never Was. Why build a new base, when they could use the base that they’d been using for ten plus years? “Will you go and do that for me?” 

“Of course.” Xigbar bowed his head, and then made his way up to the Grey Area, where most of the Organization members had returned to once becoming a Nobody again. He entered the room, and came to a sudden stop when he saw who was standing there. 

“Xiggy!” 

He looked across the room at Demyx, who was now walking towards him with a cheery smile on his face. Xigbar couldn’t believe that Demyx had returned - he had thought he was going to have to go and find him himself, but here he was. Back in his Nobody form, with one small, minor change. 

“Dem.” He exhaled his name, staring at the golden eye that looked back at him. He’d become a full Nort - much like himself. They now shared something in common. As much as he hated not seeing those beautiful aquamarine eyes, seeing the same golden hue in Demyx’ eyes as his own - it made him feel certain things. Things that had been dormant for a long time. 

Lifting his arms, he felt Demyx collide against his chest, but it didn’t matter to him. He hugged Demyx tight, savoring the way that his arms felt around his body. It was a touch he had longed for for too long. “I’m really glad you’re here, Xiggy.” 

“I’m really glad you’re here too, baby.” Demyx hugged him a little tighter as he used his favorite endearment for him, and couldn’t help but smile. 

Maybe being back in this body wasn’t such a bad thing. Now that Demyx was here, he was feeling much better about everything. 

***

It didn’t take very long for Demyx to join him in his bedroom. The first night he appeared in his room, using a portal. Xigbar had taken one look at him, and had pulled him to his bed, where the two of them engaged in sexual acts that had brought back memories from an easier time. A time when all they had to worry about was one keyblade wielder. Now there was a plethora of them, and they had to be on their best game. 

Late one night, as they were both coming down from a particularly interesting night of sexual congress, Demyx hummed a little tune that Xigbar recognized. He stopped playing with Demyx’ hair, and brought his hand to Demyx’ face. “What are you singing?” 

“Oh, that?” Demyx hummed the tune again, and Xigbar felt like the world around him was collapsing. It was a tune that the Master of Masters - the reason why he was here in the first place - used to sing after they’d done unspeakable acts behind closed doors together. It was a tune that would creep into his brain at the most inopportune times, forcing memories of a life he used to live with the man who created the keyblade he’d been watching for all these years. “It’s a song I like.” 

“Where did you hear it?” He asked, his ears beginning to ring as he tried to justify some rational thought behind why Demyx was humming this tune. “Tell me, Dem.” 

The smile on Demyx’ face began to transform into a smirk. “You keep using that name. But we both know that that isn’t my name, is it?” 

His mouth dropped open. The way he spoke, the mannerisms that caused Xigbar to think about how Demyx had been acting when he’d come back as a Norted Nobody, and for that matter, how he’d acted as a Nobody during the time of Roxas and Xion. It was all coming together in a way that made butterflies appear in his stomach at the very thought.  “Master?” He asked, trying to push away the hope that had appeared in his chest. It couldn’t be. Could it? 

“In the flesh! Luxu!” The person who he’d known as Demyx threw their arms around his neck, and hugged him tight. “Luxu, it’s so good to see you!” 

Hearing his true name made his eye widen as he returned the enthusiastic embrace. “I don’t understand.” He felt Demyx, no, his Master, shift in his arms to look at him. 

“What don’t you understand?” The voice sounded like Demyx, but the way he spoke was more reflective of the Master of Master. It was really messing with Xigbar’s mind. “I’m me. I’m the Master of Masters.” 

“Have you always been??” Xigbar needed to know. While they’d done things together back in the past, he’d always been made to keep his eyes closed. He never saw the Master of Masters without his cloak on, no matter the circumstance. Had he fallen in love with Demyx as a Nobody, but it had really been the Master all along? There was no way that could have been. “As if.” He said out loud, still shaking his head. 

Two hands touched his face, as golden eyes stared at him. “If I were to tell you yes, would you believe me?” 

“No.” Xigbar shook his head. “I would not.” 

“You’d be wrong.” A kiss touched his lips. “What a mess Xehanort created. Sheesh, this guy!” 

Xigbar stared at him, trying to wrap his head around it. “So, you’re really Demyx…? But also, the Master?” 

“You got it. I’m one and the same. Don’t get too mad at me for not telling you before. I always meant to, but then that silly keyblade wielder got rid of me. Me!” Master of Masters started to play with some of the hair that was now over Xigbar’s shoulder. “Crazy, right?”

“I’m still not understanding.” He said, still trying to make sense of it all. 

The Master of Masters tapped his temple. “Don’t worry, Luxu. It’s me. Demyx. But also, the Master of Masters. It’s only me. No one else except for me.” 

“Master, I don’t understand.” Xigbar was having a difficult thing with everything. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” His Master took his hands away from his face, and crawled up to be on his lap. He stared at him as he began to grind his ass against where Xigbar’s cock was, bringing it back to life very quickly. “Let’s have some sex, and then we can talk about it more, okay? Sex is good. Sex is great, even.” 

Figuring that his Master was right, he’d deal with it later. Right now, knowing that he was going to get to be connected to his Master again - even though they’d been regularly having sex the last few nights - now it was more special. He flipped them so that his Master was now on his back, his blond hair splayed out around his head. 

“You’re making me nervous, Luxu.” His Master teased him, as he pushed the tip of his cock to be right against his puckering hole. “You’re making me all flustered and hot.” 

He smirked, and slowly pushed inside of him. “It’s good to see you too, Master.” He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face as he slid his cock home, moaning low as his Master released a rather high pitched moan. It all started to make sense - he’d fallen for Demyx because he was the person he’d always been carrying feelings for. Xigbar stared into his Master’s golden eye. “Allow me to make you feel good, baby…” 

“Oh, please, yes!” 

Xigbar lost count how many times the two of them played with each other. He made his Master come, and then made himself come while being buried inside of his ass. Then, his Master had gotten frisky and had begun to play with him, and then he wound up on his knees, with his Master’s cock now thrusting freely in and out of his ass. Xigbar was drunk by the time it was all over, falling onto the bed with a cheshire-like smile on his face, as his Master kissed his face all over. 

“You know that I love you, right? Even though supposedly we don’t have souls or whatever, we both know that’s not true.” His Master kissed him again, leaving him slightly dazed after all of their fun. “Tell me you love me back, Luxu.” 

“I do.” He swore, staring into his golden eye. “I love you, Master. I’ve missed you.” 

“And I’ve missed you. But I’m here now, and now we’re going to finally get to do everything we’ve ever wanted. Sex-wise, power-wise. Really, does it make a difference? I don’t think so. I think both are equally as important.” 

Xigbar began to laugh, shaking his head. “Whatever you wish to do, Master. You know I’m your faithful servant. Now, and forever.” 

“I know you are, Luxu. That’s why you’ve always been my favorite.” His Master laid in his arms, the two of them holding each other. “Let’s talk about things tomorrow. Right now, I’m tired. This body is worn out, thanks to your skillful hands and cock.” 

The grin couldn’t be wiped off of his face. “Glad I’ve still got it.” 

“Oh, you’ve still got it, Mister. You’ve got it, and then some. I look forward to fornicating everywhere and anywhere with you.” 

“The feelings are mutual, Master.” 

He held his Master in his arms, and listened to him snore softly. Xigbar had no idea how things were going to go now, but if his Master was here, that meant that their plan could finally be executed. All he had to do now was find the black box. Once he had that back in his possession, then things would really start to become interesting. With his Master back at his side, there was nothing that could stop them. Screw Xehanort and his plans - they had their own agenda, He closed his eyes, and fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his face. Yes, they would see it through together until the end.