"It's odd how close to gleeful I am right now.”
Luckily, Xandra's words have lost their edge, if they had any to begin with. Voxden only whines in response, still pacing back and forth. She can see his reflection in the computer screens. Since the ship is as clear as always, Xandra watches the reflection switch from screen to screen. Honestly, she doesn't get why the schizo seeks her for company. It's always been clear she's the most apathetic thing in existence. How can she even be second best to Ienzo?
Voxden. Most annoying mystery.
The other Nobody is oblivious to Xandra's mental musings. He only runs his hands through his hair, teeth bared in frustration. "I don't get why he's being so distant today!" he complains, as if his partner had never spoken. "Ienzo always lets me touch him! I didn't even try to grope him!" With a ridiculous pout, Voxden stands smack dab in the middle of the security room, hugging himself.
There's a moment where Xandra wonders if she should just snap of a photo. Of course, than she remembers. She could walk in on Voxden having sex, and he'd just smirk and make a crude comment. It's happened before.
Finally, she decides that she really just wants him out of the room. Xandra turns to the brunette and crosses her arms. "If I see Ienzo, I'll ask him. Now, go to your room. The clocks say it's night. Go away."
There's a pause as Voxden regards her. A goofy smile suddenly spreads over his face. "Were you a mother before?" Two seconds later, and he's running straight out of the room, wires as thick as anacondas chasing after him.
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Ting ting.
Bells. It takes Voxden's sleep-muddled mind a few minutes to come to that conclusion. For a second, he wonders where the hell the bell noise is coming from. In that same second, he decides he doesn't give a damn. Muttering a brief curse, he buries his face deeper into his pillow. However, no matter how tired Voxden is, there's always one voice that will jolt him wide awake.
"Oh, Voxden... I realize it's quite early. However, if you wake up, I can guarantee it will be worth it."
Even if there wasn't that delicious promise, Voxden would wake up instantly anyway. A whole day of silence form Ienzo is pure torture. Murmuring relieved, incoherent words, Voxden rolls up onto his side, one elbow propping him up. "Zo, yer actin'" is what he starts to say, one hand clumsily searching for his glasses. Then, however, he freezes, and goes slack jawed.
The expression on Voxden's face makes Ienzo grin, and the Heartless coyly leans against the Nobody's doorway, hands behind his back. "See something you like?" he asks, voice smooth and seductive. With his eyes half-closed, he teasingly tilts his head to the side.
Voxden finds it surprisingly difficult to close his mouth, and simply looks Ienzo up and don. Then he does it again, because damn. Most of the time, in the safety and privacy of the ship, the Heartless dresses in a red and black version of his apprentice outfit, an acknowledgement towards his other life. Now, however... Voxden's face flushes as his eyes rake over the short skirt hanging from Ienzo's hips. Black fabric with white fluff at the bottom, it matches the little collar around Ienzo's neck. There's also a Santa hat on his head, black like everything else. Voxden would wonder about that, except he's more preoccupied with the fact that Ienzo is wearing nothing else. Not even socks.
It's certainly one way to get aroused in the morning.
Rather belatedly, Voxden scrambles to grab his glasses off of the bedside table. Too late, however; Ienzo is on the bed before he can blink. Voxden squeaks as the Heartless straddles his hips, grinning all the while. A pale finger gently starts to slide down from Voxden's throat, down to his chest. Once it reaches the top of his pajamas, Ienzo begins to undo the buttons. All too aware of Voxden's wide eyes on him, Ienzo licks his lips. Voxden moans.
Heh. It's so easy to get his dear white knight all hot and bothered.
While he's undoing Voxden's shirt, Ienzo leans down with a smirk on his face. "Do you know what day it is, Voxden?"
Voxden mutters an incoherent answer. He's pretty sure he says something about space and no days, but it's hard to know for sure. After all, his shirt is now partially off, and mocking fingers are trailing up his stomach. Either way, Ienzo just laughs, all breathless and sexy like. "I mean on your world, to be more specific," he says, and his fingers start trailing around one of Voxden's nipples, as if to make a point, "Xandra would know. Would you like to go ask her?"
And miss out on this? Voxden just whines and shakes his head, arching up against Ienzo almost helplessly. Dammit, he hates this, having his lover right on top of him, looking sexier in a skirt-collar combo, and he can’t even- Oh. Wait. The handcuffs haven't come out yet. Hm. He takes a moment to think about this, even as Ienzo leans down to start kissing his chest, thus making it even harder to think. Ienzo and bondage go together as often as PB&J. A situation like this- And hey, look! There goes his train of thought, right off a cliff, as Ienzo's tongue briefly circles a n****e. Voxden throws his head back with a moan, and digs his fingers into the bed sheets. Oh, oh ********, and Ienzo is sitting right on his crotch, and why aren't they having sex?
That's right about when, through his blurred vision, Voxden spots the splash of red hanging right over his head, Ienzo moves away, letting him catch his breath and realize that's a stocking. Voxden blinks a few times. Huh. Well. What? Ienzo laughs at his expression and just lies down on his chest, arms crossed. "I was wondering when you'd notice," the Heartless teases. "Go on, go through it."
Getting more curious by the second, Voxden reaches up and yanks the stocking down. He bounces it around a few times, nothing how heavy it is before he reaches down into it. Lube, handcuffs, a vibrator... All those and a few other goodies are dumped onto the bed, and Voxden can feel a grin stretch across his face as Ienzo slips his glasses back onto him. Then, just like that, there's a flurry of movement and their roles are reversed. With a laugh, Ienzo jams the Santa hat onto Voxden's head and suddenly they're both laughing. It's simply nice to just lay there against each other and laugh. The aching hole somewhere in Voxden's chest grows, hurts like nothing else, and in some perverse way, it's nice if only because Voxden knows moments like this make Ienzo feel human again.
Finally, they settle down, and Voxden nuzzles the side of Ienzo’s neck with a content sigh. While the Heartless lazily kisses the top of his head, Voxden slyly sneaks away the lube before pushing himself up onto his elbows. He grins suggestively while one hand presses Ienzo’s thin wrists against the headboard. As he fishes for the handcuffs, he leans down for a kiss. "Looks like a very merry Chissmas fer me," he murmurs against Ienzo's mouth.
Luckily, Xandra's words have lost their edge, if they had any to begin with. Voxden only whines in response, still pacing back and forth. She can see his reflection in the computer screens. Since the ship is as clear as always, Xandra watches the reflection switch from screen to screen. Honestly, she doesn't get why the schizo seeks her for company. It's always been clear she's the most apathetic thing in existence. How can she even be second best to Ienzo?
Voxden. Most annoying mystery.
The other Nobody is oblivious to Xandra's mental musings. He only runs his hands through his hair, teeth bared in frustration. "I don't get why he's being so distant today!" he complains, as if his partner had never spoken. "Ienzo always lets me touch him! I didn't even try to grope him!" With a ridiculous pout, Voxden stands smack dab in the middle of the security room, hugging himself.
There's a moment where Xandra wonders if she should just snap of a photo. Of course, than she remembers. She could walk in on Voxden having sex, and he'd just smirk and make a crude comment. It's happened before.
Finally, she decides that she really just wants him out of the room. Xandra turns to the brunette and crosses her arms. "If I see Ienzo, I'll ask him. Now, go to your room. The clocks say it's night. Go away."
There's a pause as Voxden regards her. A goofy smile suddenly spreads over his face. "Were you a mother before?" Two seconds later, and he's running straight out of the room, wires as thick as anacondas chasing after him.
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Ting ting.
Bells. It takes Voxden's sleep-muddled mind a few minutes to come to that conclusion. For a second, he wonders where the hell the bell noise is coming from. In that same second, he decides he doesn't give a damn. Muttering a brief curse, he buries his face deeper into his pillow. However, no matter how tired Voxden is, there's always one voice that will jolt him wide awake.
"Oh, Voxden... I realize it's quite early. However, if you wake up, I can guarantee it will be worth it."
Even if there wasn't that delicious promise, Voxden would wake up instantly anyway. A whole day of silence form Ienzo is pure torture. Murmuring relieved, incoherent words, Voxden rolls up onto his side, one elbow propping him up. "Zo, yer actin'" is what he starts to say, one hand clumsily searching for his glasses. Then, however, he freezes, and goes slack jawed.
The expression on Voxden's face makes Ienzo grin, and the Heartless coyly leans against the Nobody's doorway, hands behind his back. "See something you like?" he asks, voice smooth and seductive. With his eyes half-closed, he teasingly tilts his head to the side.
Voxden finds it surprisingly difficult to close his mouth, and simply looks Ienzo up and don. Then he does it again, because damn. Most of the time, in the safety and privacy of the ship, the Heartless dresses in a red and black version of his apprentice outfit, an acknowledgement towards his other life. Now, however... Voxden's face flushes as his eyes rake over the short skirt hanging from Ienzo's hips. Black fabric with white fluff at the bottom, it matches the little collar around Ienzo's neck. There's also a Santa hat on his head, black like everything else. Voxden would wonder about that, except he's more preoccupied with the fact that Ienzo is wearing nothing else. Not even socks.
It's certainly one way to get aroused in the morning.
Rather belatedly, Voxden scrambles to grab his glasses off of the bedside table. Too late, however; Ienzo is on the bed before he can blink. Voxden squeaks as the Heartless straddles his hips, grinning all the while. A pale finger gently starts to slide down from Voxden's throat, down to his chest. Once it reaches the top of his pajamas, Ienzo begins to undo the buttons. All too aware of Voxden's wide eyes on him, Ienzo licks his lips. Voxden moans.
Heh. It's so easy to get his dear white knight all hot and bothered.
While he's undoing Voxden's shirt, Ienzo leans down with a smirk on his face. "Do you know what day it is, Voxden?"
Voxden mutters an incoherent answer. He's pretty sure he says something about space and no days, but it's hard to know for sure. After all, his shirt is now partially off, and mocking fingers are trailing up his stomach. Either way, Ienzo just laughs, all breathless and sexy like. "I mean on your world, to be more specific," he says, and his fingers start trailing around one of Voxden's nipples, as if to make a point, "Xandra would know. Would you like to go ask her?"
And miss out on this? Voxden just whines and shakes his head, arching up against Ienzo almost helplessly. Dammit, he hates this, having his lover right on top of him, looking sexier in a skirt-collar combo, and he can’t even- Oh. Wait. The handcuffs haven't come out yet. Hm. He takes a moment to think about this, even as Ienzo leans down to start kissing his chest, thus making it even harder to think. Ienzo and bondage go together as often as PB&J. A situation like this- And hey, look! There goes his train of thought, right off a cliff, as Ienzo's tongue briefly circles a n****e. Voxden throws his head back with a moan, and digs his fingers into the bed sheets. Oh, oh ********, and Ienzo is sitting right on his crotch, and why aren't they having sex?
That's right about when, through his blurred vision, Voxden spots the splash of red hanging right over his head, Ienzo moves away, letting him catch his breath and realize that's a stocking. Voxden blinks a few times. Huh. Well. What? Ienzo laughs at his expression and just lies down on his chest, arms crossed. "I was wondering when you'd notice," the Heartless teases. "Go on, go through it."
Getting more curious by the second, Voxden reaches up and yanks the stocking down. He bounces it around a few times, nothing how heavy it is before he reaches down into it. Lube, handcuffs, a vibrator... All those and a few other goodies are dumped onto the bed, and Voxden can feel a grin stretch across his face as Ienzo slips his glasses back onto him. Then, just like that, there's a flurry of movement and their roles are reversed. With a laugh, Ienzo jams the Santa hat onto Voxden's head and suddenly they're both laughing. It's simply nice to just lay there against each other and laugh. The aching hole somewhere in Voxden's chest grows, hurts like nothing else, and in some perverse way, it's nice if only because Voxden knows moments like this make Ienzo feel human again.
Finally, they settle down, and Voxden nuzzles the side of Ienzo’s neck with a content sigh. While the Heartless lazily kisses the top of his head, Voxden slyly sneaks away the lube before pushing himself up onto his elbows. He grins suggestively while one hand presses Ienzo’s thin wrists against the headboard. As he fishes for the handcuffs, he leans down for a kiss. "Looks like a very merry Chissmas fer me," he murmurs against Ienzo's mouth.
