“Where are they?” Xati tossed a couch cushion across the room, just barely missing Shirix’s head.

“What?” she asked, brow quirked, stepping aside to miss another cushion. “The remote?”

“M’fags!” he replied, shoving his arm into the open space left in the cushion’s wake. “Opened a fresh pack this mornin‘! They’re gone!”

Shirix tilted her head slightly and Gnalex sighed. “I think Xelcan picked them up on his way… out…” a pause. “My, that boy is fast,”

Shirix giggled, “No cigarettes? He must be ready to freak out!”

Making a face, Gnalex shook her head. “I pity Xelcan if he doesn’t give him his cigarettes back… we all know how he gets,”

“Remember that one time with Xigbar?”

“Who doesn’t? That man can’t even look at a pack of cigarettes without whimpering like a puppy now,”

- - - -

“XELCAN!” Xati slammed the door open and ran right up to the blue haired nobody, “Y’ave m’ fags!

“So?”

“Give ‘em back!”

Xelcan smirked, producing the pack from his back pocket, “You mean these?”

“Yes! Give ‘em back!” Xati reached forward, trying to get them, but the taller nobody simply held them above his head and out of reach. “Give ‘em back, Xel!”

“No, I don’t think I will,”

“Bu’ they’re MOIN!” he whined, trying to reach for it again, using both arms on either side of his head.

“Tough,”

Xati made a sound of annoyance, releasing little huffs of frustration as he failed to stretch his arm long enough to reach his cigarettes. Xelcan didn’t even have his arm fully extended!

“No fair! ‘m shor’!”

Xelcan smirked as Xati pressed even closer, hoping to gain those extra few inches. He’d realized that the two armed method did him no good and simply used his right arm to reach for them, his left hand gripping Xelcan’s shoulder, attempting to hold it in place and possibly pull it closer. A laugh. “Can’t reach?”

Xati growled, eyes narrowed and teeth bared. Xelcan quirked a brow, his fangs were elongating and the tiniest hue of red had begun to filter into his eyes, he was getting  close to losing it. Whenever he was denied his cigarettes for a long time, he’d drop into a state of unholy anger and violence. It was a weapon that none of the Organization Members could ever dream of for it’s effectiveness, though they’d only seen it once. He’d been inconsolable afterwards, scrubbing at his arms and hands until they were raw, claiming he could still smell the blood on them, not able to look at any of them in the eye for weeks, locking himself in his room. They all made sure that he had his cigarettes when he needed them or a suitable distraction, especially him and Shirix.

“Alright,” he said softly, drawing the boy’s attention from the box in his hands, “I’ll give you a boost, then,”

The hand poised on Xati’s hip pulled him up, pressing the two of them flush together. Xati colored but schooled his expression and took initiative, pressing his mouth to Xelcan’s boldly. The other smirked, tightening his grip on Xati’s waist. He didn’t taste like cigarettes, he never really did, instead he tasted like mint and those tart little candies he’d been vacuuming in all week… the ashtray comments were just to piss him off.

Pushing back, Xelcan changed the angle and plunged his tongue  into Xati’s mouth, smiling to himself as Xati submitted completely, gripping his shoulders tightly. Finally pulling away, he met some resistance, smirking down at the flushed  nobody. Xati panted for air, lips swollen and eyes half lidded.

“You’re… no’ wearin’ a shir’…” he said quietly, lacking anything else to say.

“Haven’t been for quite a while, you walked in one me changing,”

“Oh…”

“Hm,” Xelcan grinned, moving his arm down and sliding the pack of cigarettes into Xati’s back pocket with a firm grip to his ass to finish. Xati jumped a little, only serving to press them closer together. “Do it again sometime, alright? When I’ve got more time… okay?”

“Uh… righ’…’kay…” Xati nodded,  blushing faintly.  “F-fanks…” he turned to leave and Xelcan caught his arm, twisting him for one more kiss.

“Later, Xa-xa,”

Xati stared at him for a long moment before his face burst into color and he quickly scrambled into a portal, leaving a chuckling Xelcan in his wake.

“Damn, that never gets old,”