Tighter

"I have a brilliant idea," Marluxia had said one day a few weeks following Vexen's return to the household. Larxene was still in a bad mood but she'd had to grudgingly apologise on Naminé's demand to Marluxia and Vexen for very nearly ruining their six year long relationship. And now Vexen was looking so much more comfortable again, not least because he was naked and pressed against Marluxia in a crushingly tight embrace.
"If this is anything involving chocolate spread again, I don't want to know."
Recalling a good memory, Marluxia laughed, mouth twisting upwards into his most blissful smile, the one that only Vexen ever saw.
"No, not this time," He said. "Although you know I'd never say no to that offer. This idea involves handcuffs."
Vexen raised his eyebrows a little, like that would disguise the little grin on his face.
"Handcuffs?"
"Yeah. Handcuffs."
"On whom?"
Marluxia smiled proudly.
"On both of us. All weekend. Starting now."

I wanted to treat you to something yummy before I leave. I'm sure there's something messed up about the anatomy, but I can't work out what, so I tried to cover it up with shiny colouring instead.

Lalala

Stereotypes and Misconceptions   
 
Chapter One   
 
The apartment had been perfect, Larxene thought weakly as she sank down to the floor next to the kitchen. Clean, spacious, interesting, with a spare room that the host had promised she'd be allowed to make into a studio for her artworks and a fully equipped kitchen - everything she'd been looking for. It was perfect, utterly perfect, and although she'd have liked to have lived alone she thought that it was worth having a couple - Vexen, the guy who owned the place and his girlfriend Marluxia, whom she'd had yet to meet - living there too because it was exactly