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There were stars in his eyes and complete galaxies were beginning to form as his vision began to edge with black. Everything was going hazy as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. Strangled sounds were tumbling from his lips as he gasped and choked in desperate, yet futile attempts to breathe.

His body was like a livewire-- unbearably hot and sensitive. He could no longer tell where each thrust started or ended. All he felt was a ceaseless tidal wave of devastating sensation that shook him to his very core as Vanitas cruelly shoved his cock against his prostate with every thrust.

Just when he thought he was about to pass out from the violent treatment, the raven released his grip on  his throat and a rush of relief came over him as he gasped mouthfuls of air and coughed at the painful sensation of it all. 

The pinkette was a mess of sounds. His voice was weak and hoarse from the abuse of his bruising throat, but he shouted nonetheless. His body was buzzing with pleasure so intense that it leaked from his body in every manner it could-- even stinging at his eyes as tears formed and spilled down his cheeks.

Before he had even realized it, he was cumming-- spilling his seed across his own abdomen as his orgasm overwhelmed him to the point of screaming. His entire frame was shaking with exertion and overstimulation and the walls of his insides clung tightly to the raven’s pulsing cock, but it didn’t prevent him from yanking himself out to make a bigger mess of the pinkette’s body.

Marluxia trembled and twitched, head thrown back as he rode out the intensity of his orgasm until his hands finally relaxed in their colorful restraints. Even in the afterglow, his abused hips continued to twitch as he panted for breath.

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The effects were quick and dizzying. The moment his body realized he was being choked, it began to react in ways that would ensure his survival had his life been in actual peril. His senses were heightened and he was made hyper-aware of the current state of his body. 

Being choked out like this made everything so much more intense, gratifying, dizzying, maddening. He wanted to take it to greater heights. He wanted Vanitas to choke him within an inch of his life and the mere thought of it made his cock throb painfully.

“Choke.. me... h--” he tried to hiss out, wondering if the raven was messing with him or if he would make good on his actions. The answer came to him in the form of tight fingers clamping onto his throat and restricting his airways.

Marluxia tilted his head back, mouth gaping as his body fought for the need to breathe. His hands balled up into tight fists, manicured nails creating angry red crescent marks in his palms as he writhed and struggled beneath Vanitas’ hold on him.

His prostate was being pummeled by the other’s merciless thrusts and it sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through his body. Every thrust made him buck his hips until his thighs were quivering from the onslaught. He wanted to scream and cry and moan and shout, but the other’s grip was so tight he was seeing stars.

The pinkette was coming undone. He was falling apart hard and fast as his abused innards weakly twitched and spasmed around the other’s cock as if to keep him there-- right there.

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Marluxia was loud and careless for anyone who might hear them, but he was feeling overwhelmed with sensation and sounds. The bed continued to creak and slam against the wall-- hard enough that the paint was scratching every time the headboard slammed against it. The sound of skin slapping hard and mercilessly against skin as Vanitas pushed his cock as deep as he could reach-- pressing his hips against Marluxia’s soft ass. And the sound of the raven’s cock as it slid in and out of him, stretching him out and pulling his skin with every thrust.

He couldn’t handle it. A string of sound freely dripped from the pinkette’s parted lips. One long moan halfway between pleasure and agony-- perforated by every thrust that bounced the writhing man.

“Yes~!!” he sobbed.

“I love your fat coc--!!” His words were cut off and choked as Vanitas’ hand shot out to grip his throat and stop the noise dead in its tracks. 

No. It wasn’t all he liked and the raven was so good to remind him of how thrilling it was to lose all control like this-- tied up and with someone’s hand threatening to cut off his airway. 

He let out a breathy laugh and tilted his head to the side.

“Choke me harder~” he gasped out as small gasps and sighs continued to tumble out from his open mouth.

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Marluxia’s wrists strained against the lights that kept them bound. He was desperate to hold on to something, anything, because this lack of control was maddening. 

The bed creaked beneath their movements and thumped against the wall as Vanitas began to thrust in and out of the writhing pinkette without any regard as to whether or not he was even ready to continue, but perhaps therein lied the thrill of such debauchery.

Tossing his head back, Marluxia cried out as the raven slammed deeply into him. The skin around his asshole was an angry shade of raw red and his insides were suffering from the other’s merciless thrusting, but the wild exhilaration of it all left him hungry for more as his cock twitched against his abdomen and freely dribbled pre-cum onto his flat stomach.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear he could feel himself tearing, but he’d taken his fair share of cocks up his ass. He knew he could handle Vanitas-- thick as he was, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to take him raw like this.

“Fuck--! You’re so fucking big...” the pinkette whimpered as his back arched and he threw his head to the side. His cheeks were a bright red and his bottom lip was beginning to bruise and swell from biting down on it. He was a pretty picture of exertion and Vanitas seemed no better off, but the look on his face was enough to make him melt.

“So fucking sexy--!!” he hummed, voice rising in inflection as a particularly well aimed thrust ripped a shrill cry from the pinkette. Pleasure shot down his back like an electric current, mingling with the pain that rocked his body while his head went fuzzy with all the juxtapositions of it all.

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Finally. Marluxia could feel his heart hammering in his chest in anticipation of what was to come while Vanitas made quick work of disposing of the lacy panties he went through such a painstaking process of selecting in order to entice the men at this gala. He raised his hips to make them easier to tug off and that asshole didn’t even give them a second glass or give any reaction of the sort, but he supposed that was perfectly in character of the raven anyways and it wasn’t as if he had any more patience to spare for those kinds of pleasantries and foreplay anyways.

His wrists shifted uncomfortably in their makeshift, colorful binds. He wanted to sit up and push the man down onto his back so that he could straddle his hips and impale himself on the man’s thick cock, but his movements were limited like this and so were, unfortunately, the positions he could assume to take in said cock.

Nevertheless, this was going to happen. That much was evident by the undeterred fashion in which Vanitas immediately grabbed under his ass and spread his cheeks while pulling his hips into his lap. He shuddered as his cheeks brushed past the raven’s erection and felt his own cock twitch as Vanitas spoke.

He wouldn’t care to have it any other way at this point.

“Please.. just fuck me already.” he nearly whimpered, rolling his hips as if he could line them up like that and fuck himself.

Vanitas wasted no time in complying with the pinkette’s breathy plea as he took his hips and roughly pushed his cock inside.

“Mmmff--!” 

Marluxia pressed his lips together so as to keep himself from yelping at the painful intrusion. He could feel his skin pulling and burning as Vanitas pushed inside of him, but it stung so good to finally have the other filling him up.

Again, his wrists struggled in their binds as his fists clenched and unclenched and left crescent shaped markings on his palms. Like this, he had little to no control over the situation and it was as frustrating as it was arousing.

“Fuck--” He panted, once he remembered how to breathe past the pain and how to not clench down on the the other’s pulsing cock.

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Marluxia was equal parts relieved and disappointed that Vanitas had released his hold on the lights wrapped around his neck. He half expected the man to keep his hold just a little longer, but it seemed his words served to inspire the raven to finally act.... though.. it hadn’t been in the way the pinkette had hoped.

He watched delightedly as Vanitas yanked off his shirt. Ravenous eyes roamed the figure before him-- drinking up the sight as the man began to undo his belt. It seemed as though after every article of clothing, the raven crept further and further away from him, until he was finally naked and standing at the foot of the bed instead of kneeling in between his legs where he belonged.

His hungry gaze was on Vanitas’ erection. It stood stiffly-- moist and glistening with pre-cum-- a sign of his own unbearable arousal. It bobbed heavily with the tiniest of motions and twitched even as he spoke with the intent of getting Marluxia to beg for it in spite of the fact that it was very evident he wanted the pinkette just as bad.

Still, he licked his lips and shifted uncomfortably in place. God.. he looked so good... so perfectly ready to plunge into him and fuck him raw all night.

His own erection twitched at the thought and if his skirt had been made of cotton, it might have been embarrassingly evident that his own cock had been leaking with desire for quite some time now.

“P-Please...” he started, but his pride was too much. He wanted Vanitas more than he needed to breathe right now, but he was a stubborn brat.

“Fuck me... please... just fuck me already.”

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The response he received was not one he expected, but probably something he should have seen coming, given Vanitas’ volatile, violent demeanor.

With another tug, his smirk was wiped clean off his lips as he tilted his head back and parted his lips in a strangled gasp of surprise. He could still breathe, but the little bulbs that dug into his neck and the threat that dripped with malice reminded Marluxia that Vanitas, although he liked to indulge, did not play games quite like he did.

It made him shiver with anticipation even as the other pinned his legs and further restricted his movements. Oh god... if only he could yank him down and claim those sinful lips with his own. In fact, he tried it, but his restraints were stronger than he’d originally thought.

Marluxia wriggled beneath Vanitas.

“So... are you gonna sit there and choke me out to your satisfaction or are you gonna fuck my brains out, you sadist?”

He might come to regret those words, but, ever the one to want to have the last word, Marluxia couldn’t help the smirk that returned to his lips. He hoped it would serve as encouragement for the latter... but he wouldn’t mind getting choked a little in the process either~

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Vanitas was vicious-- ravenous. He’d seen him hungry and lustful before, but he seemed absolutely starved for sexual contact tonight. The thought made him dizzy with desire as he pushed his hips against the other’s, desperate for friction and contact and his own release.

His thoughts were reeling as the raven sighed into his ear and pushed his clothed erection against Marluxia’s-- thick, and warm, and delightfully stiff against him. He could already imagine what it would feel like to have it shoved deep inside of him-- so hot and heavy and relentlessly brutal. The thought made him whimper in response to the next unbearably sinful roll of his hips.

He was shaking and panting with need and Vanitas was dragging this out like the tease he was. Then again, he found he couldn’t complain.. Not when Vanitas looked at him like that-- like he was something sweet and savory just waiting to be devoured. 

And when he grinned.. it sent chills down his back.

Hazy blue eyes watched as the other pulled the string of lights from their spot on the headboard and shuddered at the notion of being strung up by the very lights Vanitas claimed to detest.

“Someone’s thinking outside the box~” he teased as the raven leaned in to bind his wrists. Marluxia couldn’t deny the excited arousal that blazed in his loins.

He bit down on his bottom lip and watched the other lean in to wrap a single strand of lights around his neck. He knew where this was going and even before Vanitas tested it out, the pinkette was already breathless. The slight tug he gave was enough to squeeze his neck ever so slightly, but not enough to outright choke him. Still, it was the potential that set his nerves on edge and what brought the soft gasp from his lips.

The lights were warm against his skin, but not hot enough to burn. Good. For now, it served as a pleasant play to his senses.

“Tying me up so you can open me on Christmas morning?” he asked teasingly as he brought a foot up to playfully nudge at the raven’s hips.

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Marluxia laughed into Vanitas’ mouth, but the sound died there as soon as it left him. Instead, his lips were put to better use-- crushed against the other’s mouth in desperation as he was clumsily led towards the bed. His feet shuffled awkwardly, but he didn’t dare break the contact between their lips. Vanitas mouth was like another line of cocaine. It sent his thoughts rushing and jumbling and crashing and convalescing. Nothing else made sense. He just knew he wanted to get their clothes off and spread himself on Vanitas’ cock.

The  backs of Marluxia’s knees hit the edge of the bed and sent him falling over onto it, but not before he caught the collar of he other’s shirt to bring him down onto him as well. Now with the other on top of him, he could hook one leg around one of Vanitas’ and grind his hips against the other’s.

He bit down on his lip and groaned low and needy.

“God, I want you so bad...” he sighed as he tilted his head back .

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Marluxia felt his knees trembling in response to Vanitas’ husky voice. Yes, he was here to entertain and maybe the pinkette had hoped to enchant and entice everyone in the manner that the raven suggested, but to be reminded of his inherently lascivious nature while having the other press his clothed erection against his exposed ass brought on a new kind of thrill.

A quivering sigh left his lips. It felt like he was hanging on by a single, fragile thread. He would come undone at any moment now, but this alone wasn’t enough. No. It wasn’t enough to just have Vanitas rut against him in the middle of the dance floor like some horny animal. He needed him inside him-- rough and dirty until it ruined him and as much as the display would be interesting enough in a public setting, he’d rather do this in a private room. 

Besides, it was better this way. He’d leave the party guests wishing it was them whisking Marluxia away.

No sooner had he come to this conclusion on his own than had Vanitas taken the words from his mind and spoken them into existence.

“You took the words right out of my mouth...” the pinkette hissed before standing to take the other’s face in his hands as he kissed him fully before sensually catching the man’s lower lip between his teeth.

“Let’s go.” he purred with a smirk as he took his hand and ran up the stairs with him and down the sprawling corridors in search of a suitable room for them.

What he found filled him with delight. Leave it to Ramon to decorate a room to “set the mood”.. maybe he’d been hoping to catch Marluxia on his own at some point. After all, this was the room he’d often spent nights in and it couldn’t have just been a coincidence that there were christmas lights and garland decorating the bed posts and headboard.

He couldn’t help but snicker as he pulled Vanitas in, shut the door, and claimed his lips in his.

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“Mmmmm~” Marluxia hummed with a small laugh. That was exactly what he liked to hear.

Vanitas was usually so in control of himself, but Marluxia didn’t have the mental faculties currently available to dissect the significance of the raven’s loose lips and openly lewd speech and mannerisms. The only thing he could could do was indulge in the moment.

And indulge he did.

A groan left his lips and hitched into a sudden gasp as Vanitas’ hands moved from their place on his ass to shamelessly reach under the pinkette’s skirt. 

The action was so sudden, unwarranted, and voyeuristic, but Marluxia couldn’t help the moan that tumbled out of his trembling lips as he pressed against the raven’s palm-- desperate for more.

They were in public, but he’d never been so hard so fast-- and painfully so.

“Fuck...” he hissed as he reached down to grip Vanitas’ wrist.

His legs suddenly felt so boneless and he would give anything to rest his feet and just sit on the other’s thick cock... The thought sent shivers down his spine, but it wasn’t as dizzying as the suddenness with which he was turned around. It took a while to register what the man was asking, but his body was quicker to react than his mind as though this position was all too familiar and committed to muscle memory.

Marluxia tilted his head back until it rest against the other’s shoulder as he rolled his hips against Vanitas’ obvious erection. Meanwhile, the other pressed against him so tightly that it was almost like they were fucking in the middle of the dance floor.

Shamelessly, the pinkette hiked up the back of his skirt and pressed his exposed cheeks against the other and wiggled his hips tantalizingly as he bent forward at the waist.

This display was best reserved for a club-like setting, but Marluxia didn’t care. Half of the men and women here were far more devious than any other college student at the clubs and the way that they stared only served to encourage him to misbehave.

“Fuck... I want you so fucking bad,” the pinkette sighed as he came back up and leaned his head against Vanitas’ shoulder again.

“These old farts are all so fucking jealous. They’re all staring... It’s so fucking hot.” he nearly moaned. 

He was growing desperate now as his cock-- shamelessly apparent beneath his revealing skirt-- throbbed with a need for release.

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The attention. The scandal. Probing eyes on them. It was no secret that they were high, and/or otherwise under some other influence, but it was likely that they weren’t the only ones. The pair of students were just more... overt about their sudden need. Whereas these boring old men and women preferred to talk, flirt, and grope each other in secluded corners.

Marluxia knew how these things went all too well, but as was characteristic of him-- he preferred the limelight. 

Couples feigned shock and others were none too secretive about the sudden lust that lit their eyes, but it was interesting how a pair of young adults could suddenly spark a sense of daring into other people as the dancefloor slowly came to life.

Regardless of whether or not people were joining them, it wasn’t as if Marluxia had the frame of mind to comprehend anything other than the warm, groping hands that gripped his nearly exposed ass in the ridiculous mini-skirt he wore. Nor could he wrap his senses around anything other than the way his hips pressed against Vanitas’ and just how aware he was of the growing warmth that spread throughout his body like a wildfire.

He bit his bottom lip and stared at the other through half-lidded eyes as he dipped back in to steal another hungry kiss before pulling away with Vanitas’ lower lip snagged between his teeth.

The music urged him to roll his hips and rock his body against the man as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard before releasing him. A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he took in the enticing way the raven’s bottom lip swelled up ever so slightly.

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Marluxia could only nod fervently, uttering quiet and repetitive little “Yeah”s as Vanitas spoke. Words tumbled out of the raven’s mouth faster than he’d ever heard from the man’s liquid voice.

Impatient hands clung to the front of his top and the pinkette licked his lips. He wanted nothing more than to smash their lips together right this very instant, but there were too many things his body was suddenly desperately demanding of him and he didn’t have the mental capacity to make the decision as to which to indulge in. But Vanitas’ current train of thought was that they should go to the dance floor and Marluxia remembered that that was exactly what he wanted too.

He wanted to go out there. He wanted to run out there. He wanted to jump and dance and press himself against the other man. He wanted to rut against him like a shameless slut and he wanted every single one of those stuck-up millionaires and politicians to see what it was like to really liven up a party.

Clumsily, the pinkette followed Vanitas out of the bathroom, but his movement was limited-- mostly because he was high out of his mind and unsure of how to move his legs right at this moment, but the hands that dragged him by his top also made him stumble along.

Fumbling fingers snatched Vanitas’ hands and clung to them as he darted ahead of the raven and ran down the halls. 

Adrenaline coursed through his veins. He felt like he could run forever as excitement flooded him once the music of the ballroom filled his ears. As classy as these folks were, this was still a party of sorts and the music was just beginning to turn exciting even though most of the attendees were still chatting like they were having tea with the queen.

“Come on, come on, come on.” Marluxia urged as he pulled Vanitas along and whipped him around as soon as he’d found a suitable place on the dance-floor to wrap his arms around the man’s neck and immediately press up against him.

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“Almos-- Hey--!” 

Marluxia called out as he was rudely shoved out of the way. The lines weren’t perfect by any means, but he supposed Vanitas couldn’t care less. He bent over the counter and snorted both lines in a matter of seconds-- not that it came very recommended to take one’s time with inhaling a line of powder...

With a huff, the pinkette rolled his eyes at the other’s reaction to the substance entering his system. For whatever reason, he was hesitant. Maybe he just really didn’t want to have that nosebleed... 

Nevertheless, he set to lining up his own dose of coke and took his time to try and perfect his lines as if it would mitigate the side-effects he tended to experience. Also because it would cause less of a mess if he was careful about it all.

Or maybe he was just stalling...

Oh well. He’d taken enough time doing this. Following Vanitas’ earlier motions, Marluxia pressed a finger against a nostril and bent over to snort the lines he’d prepared.

Then it was like a switch had gone off somewhere in his body. The moment he came back up, he felt his face go completely numb. It was like he was hit by lightning with the speed of the effects. Instantly, he’d forgotten why he had been so wary to snort cocaine in the first place as a pleasant warmth and euphoria coursed through him.

He wanted to run, dance, talk forever and he could do none of those in this bathroom, no matter how large it was. He wanted people to see him having the time of his life while they enjoyed their boring conversations over glasses of wine and flutes of champagne.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here. I wanna fucking dance with you.” he nearly demanded as he came up close to Vanitas, pressed himself against him and caressed his face with less than gentle hands.

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Marluxia watched Vanitas fumble around for the bag of cocaine in his pockets. He was feeling slightly jittery-- a feeling that wasn’t very common for the pinkette, but cocaine was also not among his favorite drugs to consume. Of course, he’d take coke before heroine or crystal meth, but still...

Maybe he was just slightly nervous about doing this in Ramon’s personal bathroom, but he doubted the man would make an appearance any time soon and they’d be quick about this too. No one would know they were here snorting lines.

Lithe fingers took the offered baggie and began to carefully dump the contents as he scoffed at Vanitas’ remark.

“Where the fuck do you think I’d keep a card in this outfit?”

He shot him a sideways glance while smirking at his naivety.

“But I know there’s one in here somewhere.”

Of course there was. Ramon was no saint. 

Opening a drawer under the sink, the pinkette began rummaging for a card he knew to be there. After all, he’d seen the man use it multiple times. Only one of those times had Marluxia joined him for a line, but it’d been a while since he’d last done coke, aside from that.

“Here it is~!”

Finally finding the card he was looking for, the cross-dressing diva began cutting perfectly precise lines of white powder. It was a meticulous task and he was being more careful than normal. He had to be, after all-- it was that hard to keep the card straight in his current state.

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— Tame. It was true that the crowd in this mansion was nothing like he was used to seeing at your every day college party. The music was loud and the room was busy, but no one looked like they were having very much fun. Save perhaps, a couple that was drunkenly fondling each other against the wall, which Vanitas had earlier noticed in his peripheral vision. 

❝ Yeh, ❞ he scoffed, which wasn’t really an opinion one way or the other, but a sound of simple acknowledgment. He had more fun at a typical house party where people got wild and where he was able to make a pretty penny on top of it. He was more than out of his element here, but he wouldn’t go so far as to say he was intimidated by his surroundings.

More like… bored of them.

Marluxia’s proposition made him perk up instantly. In his desperation to get drunk and relieve himself of the pent up anger from earlier, he had forgotten about the aforementioned goodies in his pocket.

❝ Yeah… right, ❞ Vanitas agreed, rustling through the inner pockets of his suit jacket to find what they needed. The fabric was a nuisance and his fingers didn’t want to work with him. He grunted a few times, scrunching up his nose in irritation.

At long last, he felt what he was looking for. He retrieved a bag from his pocket and set it in the secrecy of his lap.

❝ All I’ve got is this. ❞ Vanitas looked back and forth between the bag and Marluxia’s expression. He wondered whether or not it was the sort of past time that he would be interested in. ❝ It’s expensive shit, but it’s not like anyone here is gonna get their head out of their asses. You in? ❞

Honestly, he was surprised Vanitas was so quick to relinquish his wares without payment, but he supposed the occasion was justified.

Nevertheless, the pinkette faltered only slightly when the bag of white powder was pulled into Vanitas’ lap. He’d expected ecstasy, a little weed, LSD, mephedrone, but was honestly surprised to watch him pull out a bag of cocaine. Not that he should really have been all that surprised.

Cocaine, after all, was the rich man’s drug.

He’d only gotten high off coke twice in his life. The effects are instantaneous, to the point where it’s dizzying, but that wasn’t as troublesome as the nosebleeds Marluxia tended to suffer from after snorting a line or two. 

His nose was just a little sensitive...

Regardless, it was all they had and right now they both just really needed to be high off of their asses. So he gave Vanitas a smirk and leaned in close.

“I won’t tell if you won’t~.. Come on.”

Once again taking charge and grabbing hold of Vanitas’ hand, he pulled him away and through the crowd with a considerable amount of difficulty now that he was at a decent level of inebriation. 

Avoiding the bathroom where they’d almost had an altercation with Ramon, Marluxia found another unoccupied bathroom far enough from the heart of the gala that they wouldn’t be disturbed. He knew this mansion almost as well as his own. Finding a secluded bathroom wasn’t as difficult of a task as much as it took a little bit of time to traverse the long halls.

“In here. Come on.”

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— He leaned over the bar, arms crossed across the granite in a vexed manner. Such a short fuse had left him feeling sheepish; in retrospect, he shouldn’t have lost his temper in front of the party’s host. It made him look immature and disrespectful. While he was definitely the latter of the two, he hated the feeling of being looked down on - by anyone - and here was Marluxia of all fucking people giving him a scolding for his bad behavior.

Even if he had been reckless enough to deck Mr. Salvadoras in the face, he would have been hasty and fled before the cops were called. It wouldn’t have been the first time he was manhandled by the police and thrown behind bars (not that anyone here knew that). Marluxia’s calm reprimanding was falling on deaf ears.

He grabbed the glass of whisky and chugged it down.

❝ Whatever, ❞ he muttered, slamming the glass onto the counter. ❝ That guy’s an asshole. He deserved it. ❞ 

One whisky had quickly snowballed into five and soon enough, Vanitas’ incessant anger had subsided. Thank God for free drinks - otherwise he would have ditched the party as soon as the fiasco with Ramón had gone down. His nerves had finally loosened up and he was starting to feel good - pretty good - but as he drank down his sixth glass, he wondered why the hell he was still not having a good time. 

❝ This party sucks, ❞ he announced, sliding the empty glass back towards Marluxia in the gesture for a refill.  ❝ Rich people don’t know how to fucking party, do they? Do you know how to party, you rich bastard? ❞

“And then some...” Marluxia agreed under his breath and then from there on Marluxia didn’t bother to entertain the notion of small talk. It would be far too easy to set Vanitas off in his current state of displeasure.

Oh but he was so tempted to tease him. Vanitas, who always seemed so sure of himself, was suddenly completely out of his element. Was money the only thing that lured him to this party? Oh he was so naive for thinking it would be that easy, but these were thoughts Marluxia kept to himself as he indulged in expensive liquor and fancy cocktails.

The next time Vanitas spoke, the pinkette was already delightfully buzzed and feeling rather warm in his costume. 

Normally, Marluxia enjoyed these parties while being toted around as a trophy on some powerful man’s arm, but tonight he was here solely for entertainment. Or... well, that was the original plan, because now he was here to make sure Vanitas didn’t kill anyone or get himself arrested. Otherwise, he’d be off flirting with the politicians.

Still, Vanitas was right. It wasn’t very fun having to play nice all night and he displayed his sympathy with a small snort.

“These old men are all trying to suck up to each other. That’s what these parties are for. Every once in a while some of them try to take someone home with them, but that’s pretty tame compared to what we’re used to, huh?”

As he spoke, Marluxia swirled the contents of his glass before putting it to his lips and drinking the rest of it.

“Let’s not let present company ruin our fun, though. What do you say?”

As he spoke those words, Marluxia’s lips curled into a devious smirk. His eyes, half lidded, shone with mischief that danced in those bright, electric blues that contrasted sharply with the rosy tint across his cheeks as his hand gently ran over the raven’s bicep.

“I know you brought some goodies with you. So let’s have a taste, shall we~”

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