I realized a little while ago that there was a tiny, itty bitty little problem with this chapter. You see, the majority of it was a bit explicit, and doesn't quite allow that, so I had to cut it all out. Which sucks, because the main joke of the story kind of takes place during that part. You can still get the main idea of what happened from the edited ending, but still.

So, if you want to read the unedited version you can find it here: http://yaoi .y-gallery .net/ view/ 494306/ or on my LJ: clay-pigeons. livejournal. com. Just remove the spaces in the links.

Enjoy!

How To Break Tables (XigDem)

Part 2

Demyx could only blink, his head tilted to the side as he took in Xigbar's predatory expression with an air of caution. He could practically see the train of thought running through the Freeshooter's mind, and although he trusted the man not to ask for anything that Demyx would find uncomfortable, the Nocturne knew he couldn't put it past him to suggest something just for the sake of seeing him squirm. Biting his lip, he drummed his fingers on his leg, waiting for his boyfriend to elaborate on what exactly he considered 'a lot'.

"So um…are you going to tell me what I owe you, Xiggy?" He asked after a few moments of stone silence, Xigbar failing to suggest any form of punishment for his losing hand.

In response Xigbar only shrugged and sat back in his chair, arms crossed and trying to hide a hint of smug smirk. Making Demyx wait anxiously was part of the fun; a game to see how long the Nocturne would wait and what kind of conclusions he would jump to in the meantime. Unable to help himself, a broad grin spread over Xigbar's scarred face, and with amusement he watched as Demyx's expression grew even more cautious and worried. If Xigbar didn't know better he would think that Demyx actually thought that he was going to ask for something the musician wouldn't be fully willing to give.

"What's with that look, Squirt? Ya look like I'm about to eat ya or something."

"Well…" Demyx shifted on the table, removing the cards from his lap and setting them aside. "I never know. I mean, you could make me do something like run around the castle naked or something. Or dye my hair a crazy color, or cut it off or…"

With a raised eyebrow and an incredulous look, Xigbar held up a hand to silence the young Nobody before his imagination got even more out of control. It was amazing the ideas that ran through the boy's head sometimes. "Now how would that make sense?" He asked, and Demyx gaped in response. "First off, I'm not too into the idea of everyone else getting to see you naked, so I'd never make you do that. And second, I actually like your hair, Squirt. Not to mention that you'd probably cry if I made ya cut it. And why would ask for any of that when I have so many better options?" He grinned.

"I uh…I don't know?" Demyx blinked, still giving Xigbar the same questioning look but feeling relieved that some of his biggest worries about what he would have to do were settled. "So…what do I owe you?"

A single amber eye rolled in mock exasperation, the Freeshooter shaking his head in amusement. The musician seemed physically incapable of waiting. "Geeze you're impatient, kid. You really can't wait, can you?"

"Nope, I can't."

Deciding that he had played for long enough, Xigbar gave in. Placing one hand behind his head, he used the other to crook a finger in Demyx's direction, beckoning the other Nobody closer without a word. For a moment the Nocturne seemed confused and unsure of what exactly Xigbar was asking, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side as he pondered the gesture before a look of slow realization spread across his face and he grinned. Carefully, he slid down from the table, straddling his boyfriend's hips as Xigbar opened his legs to let Demyx settle more comfortably between them. As soon as the musician was close enough, Xigbar placed his other hand behind his head, grinning and waiting to see what Demyx was going to do next. As much as he enjoyed controlling the boy, it was just fun to watch him take the lead from time to time; the Nobody usually ending up caught somewhere between playful sexuality and hesitant embarrassment. Although there was no doubt that the evening was going to end up going exactly the way Xigbar wanted it to, for the moment he was going to let Demyx play at his own pace.

As predicted, Demyx hesitated for only a moment before leaning in to kiss Xigbar, the press of his lips soft and questioning at first, but slowly growing more confident. Not wanting to rush the Nocturne along, Xigbar simply parted his lips, allowing Demyx to slip his tongue inside and deepen the kiss. Even as nimble fingers began to run over his chest and stomach, he kept his hands behind his head and did what he could to keep from smirking. Slowly, careful to maintain his balance, he tipped his chair backwards until it was balanced unsteadily on its back two legs. The sudden and unexpected change in position made Demyx jerk and stiffen with an instinctual fear that he would fall, so in reassurance Xigbar hooked a hand around his waist and pressed a hand to his lower back to keep him steady. The position had its desired effect, gravity causing Demyx's hips to press more heavily into Xigbar's without effort from the musician. Smirking slightly, Xigbar put more force into the kiss, encouraging his lover forward as his hand slid from Demyx's back to slip under the waist of his open pants and caress his hip. The touch combined with the forceful kiss was enough to make Demyx squirm in his lap, nimble fingers toying with Xigbar's hair as the Nobody wrapped his arms around his neck and let out a soft sound of enjoyment.

Smirking, Xigbar pulled away, his eye wandering back and forth from Demyx's half lidded, lusty gaze to his lips, red and slightly parted as he caught his breath. With one hand still stroking the soft skin of Demyx's hip, he braced a foot against the floor and began to rock slowly back and forth, watching as the musician's body stiffened each time the chair lowered back to the floor.

"I have to say squirt," He started slowly, enjoying the way the rocking movement pressed their hips together in a smooth, steady rhythm. "I'm surprised you're letting me get away with this." Leaning forward, he let is lips graze the side of Demyx's neck, his breath ghosting over his skin with each word.

"Get away with?" Demyx questioned, his voice full of obvious confusion and tinted with a low tone of growing lust. "Get away with what?"

Xigbar chuckled, dragging his hand along the Nobody's hip and dipping down to give Demyx's ass a possessive squeeze. "Not often ya let me keep this much clothing on when you're almost naked."

Bright blue eyes drifted lazily down and locked on the coat still draped over the Freeshooter's shoulders with a small smile. On any other occasion he would have whined about Xigbar remaining dressed for so long, but the rocking of the chair and the hungry way his lover's tongue had been exploring his mouth temporarily distracted him. Sliding his hands up Xigbar's chest and over his shoulders, his palms flat against scarred skin, he slipped his fingers under the edge of leather and pushed it off until the other man could pull his arms free and let it fall away. Sitting back again, his hands wandering back down Xigbar's chest, Demyx smiled.

"Better?"

"Atta boy, squirt."

The comment made Demyx smile, the fond tone in Xigbar's voice pleasing him and making him want to push further. The hesitation he had been feeling was quickly dropping away, the fiery look of desire in Xigbar's gaze and hungry smirk still twisting at his lips coaxing him into a much more playful mood.

"So…" He asked, his hands running down the Nobody's sides and feeling the shiver that ran through him as Xigbar gave him another squeeze in response. "Is this all you wanted? Just to make out?"

Xigbar looked up, giving Demyx an incredulous, disbelieving stare. If the boy really thought he was going to get away with a little bit of kissing and groping he was in for a surprise. Still, the tone in the musician's voice was playful, and Xigbar suspected he was teasing more than asking.

He grinned. "Oh hell no." In one quick motion he wrapped an arm tightly around Demyx's waist, letting the chair fall back to all four legs as he stood, picking the musician up with him and setting him down on the edge of the table. "You should know me better than that, kiddo."

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His breathing slowly returning to normal, Demyx raised his head from Xigbar's chest, looking over his shoulder and down the foot of the bed to the mess on the floor.

"So uh…" He chuckled. "Did it actually break?"

Laughing softly, Xigbar peered over Demyx's back, taking in the bent and broken remains of the table with a shake of his head. He should have known that the flimsy card table wasn't capable of putting up with the abuse he and Demyx were capable of putting it through.

"Yeah it did. Didn't expect that." He laid back, putting both of his arms behind his head and smirking in satisfaction. "You know this means we have to go buy a new table tomorrow, right?"

"We do?" Demyx looked back at him, cocking his head to the side in thought. "Where did you get it, anyway?"

Xigbar couldn't help but laugh, amused by the thought alone. After all the grief the man had given him during their poker games, it all seemed like appropriate payback. "Luxord. Figured he wouldn't mind me borrowing it."

If you want to read the unedited version you can find it here: http://yaoi .y-gallery .net/ view/ 494306/ or on my LJ: clay-pigeons. livejournal. com. Just remove the spaces in the links.