Well, it is 4/12, and Marly actually seems to have no problem with the day... Marlu on the other hand, one word 'awkward~'.
Now, onto the randomness~
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Two heads are better than one, or so the saying goes. Though when it came to Marluxia's opinion of 'heads', he wanted them both /blond/ and /willing/. Well, as willing as a prude and a 'lesbian' can be when in bed. That was the weird thing about Organization XIII when it really came down to things, they seemed to all have their straight moments. That and the flower was horrible with timing, but obsessive when it came to dates. So when he stalked into Larxene's room that morning and said "Threesome, later, my room." it was not a request but an order.
Convincing Vexen was a whole different story, which did include a bit of hair pulling (since being childish is okay when it's related to sex), the usual broken flask, random yelling, and gracious amounts of saliva being swapped, because the scientist was refusing Larxene not him. Some how though in the end he did get the Chilly Academic to agree to come to his room later also, even if the blond hand simply yelled "Fine, I'll be there!" to get him to leave his lab.
Which gave him enough time to make sure Axel was busying himself, Roxas was on a mission, and to make his room look perfect. Since white walls always did look much better with vines across them, and the bed had to be perfectly disorganized to be ready for three, and now he would just have to wait. Wait with his cloak just barely covering what 'needed' to be covered, since knowing if those two would walk into his room or portal was always an iffy thing. That and he was turning over just how to do this in his mind, to make the day truly special, and it was rather easy to figure out. It was Vexen's month, so he would get the love he deserved, and Larxene would get the scratching she needed. And Marluxia was fine as long as it was Vexen he was holding, so it would work out quite easily.
Well, once the room's natural erotic scent kicked in, and Vexen and Larxene could no longer really care if it was the other they were touching, and exploring. Since exploring was fine, as long as it was not a kiss which the flower did always stop from happening. Larxene would some how 'feel' as if she had the right to try and pull his lover into a kiss, and the scientist was too dazed and over-heated to tell much of anything, which was easily broken by a swift tuck to his hair backwards, and a strong hiss to the girl and the only words ever really passed between them that night were 'no's and 'harder's.
By the end of the night though, itches had been scratched, and blond hair was matted, and marks were in places they really should not have been, and limbs were entangled, and Vexen was fast asleep while Larxene and Marluxia idly chatted about anything from just how blond the scientist was to if they could some how get Axel to join them next time. Since Larxene seemed to be insistent that there would be a next time, and Marluxia would only look at her and reply "Maybe in seven months." and he did stress the maybe.
Eventually shoeing her out of his room, much to her dismay, and want to 'cuddle' which really only ever meet 'digging my nails into you till you bleed'. Heh, well Vexen was a masochist, maybe he would let her go near his man again with him some day.
(And that was your random bit of 11-4-12... but it was 12-4-11 in the bed's opinion, and if you can't figure out what that means, I need to eat your innocence. )