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A New Shop? [Completed]

Characters: Marluxia, Demyx, anyone unfortunate enough to stumble across them.
Content: The duo go on an adventure. In a porn store. Shhh.
Setting: Estale a Cereja [L6]
Time: Saturday Afternoon
Warning: They're at a porn store. What do you expect?

Marluxia hadn't even had the time to say "What the hell do you think you're doing?" before being jumped on by his less intelletual companion. Had he the chance, he would have very much argued it. But unfortunately, his colleague was quite the "do things and PRETEND to regret them later~" type.

Unfortunately.

So, without the time to steady himself with the added weight of Demyx, Marluxia had waited to fall over AFTER there were no comfortable chairs to land on. Instead, there was a nice, hard, unforgiving sidewalk.

Needless to say, it hurt. A lot. So after much blaring pain and a trying to refocus his eyes, he glared at the Nobody on top of him from his position on the ground. At least he had landed on his back, if he wanted a silver lining.

"Would you mind getting off of me, pookie?" The last word was obviously dripping with irritation.

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Needless to say, a Nobody would know that a simple touch on the shoulder would be enough to drag Marluxia with him via teleportation.

But srsly, Demyx clearly wasn't one for logic. Logic was so last six years ago, anyway.

And hell, as long as he wasn't the one landed on when they collapsed on the floor? He would've gladly laid all over the latter for the rest of the day and pretend that he was a Cataleptic. They're usually the ones that get pitied the most and get the most money thrown at anyway~

"Oh, but your face actually doesn't look that bad at this angle, my darling honeysuckle."

"You're lucky you're on my good side, cupcake, because any other way and you would be dead. A second time. Permanently."

It was almost funny - in a sad way, not a ha-ha way - that this pretty much happened every time they went somewhere different. Marluxia remained pretty much unamused. For the moment.

"I could as easily throw you off. I'm trying to be nice." Sarcasm? Never.

Shouldn't Demyx have felt threatened?

Well, technically yes, but it was hard to really... expel such a feeling when 1) He couldn't really feel that and 2) Couldn't really pick up the sarcasm when Marluxia always spoke in a pretty gaudy tone.

"I dunno..." The Nobody slowly said, stroking his chin in an intrigued kind of way. " I heard having dirt in your hair was very in this season. The latest craze, y'know~"

However, as much as he played with the subject Demyx eventually got up, idly dusting his coat off and looked around.

Well now, he hadn't been to this area be-

"OHMYGODWHATISTHAT??" He suddenly shrieked, successfully catching the attention of every bystander around them as he pointed to the building continently 7 feet away from them.

Marluxia was about five seconds away from throwing him off when he luckily (at least for him) got off on his own accord. Rolling his shoulder, he stood up, doing the habitual dusting off.

The Nobody looked around to see whatever Demyx had screamed about and stopped, mouth halfway open for a retort.

...

"You have got to be kidding me."

An adult store. Wasn't this wonderful?

"... No, not really..." Demyx blinked at Marluxia, lowering his hand and set it on his hip. And his aqua eyes gazed over to the shady looking shop in front of them.

There wasn't really much to see since the windows were all covered up, but there was enough to show that it wasn't entirely family friendly.

...

Grabbing Marluxia's arm, Demyx then proceeded towards the entrance.

Despite its normal appearance, it was plain to see what the building was. Marluxia also made plain his frown. This was a place for someone like Axel, not himself.

Who had designated this place to be made, anyway?

The Nobody, unsurprisingly, held his ground against Demyx. "What reason could you possibly have for wanting to go in there?"

And, unsurprisingly, Demyx tried his best to continue on walking whilst Marluxia held his ground. But he stopped and calmly looked back at the brunet with a serious look on his face.

He spoke in a matter-of-factly tone.

"... I want to see if it would fit."

And thus he went back to walking/tugging/dragging.

The Nobody followed this time, mulling over Demyx's response with a frown instead of focusing on not going in the shop. He could always leave, anyways.

"What are you talking about?"

Surprisingly Demyx did stop this time to give Marluxia a simple grin.

"I dunno," He finally confessed with a shrug. "I just wanted to say something that would get you to follow me."

And since, indeed, the other man was following him, the blond had deemed that his plan worked and continued along the last few feet.

Marluxia opened his mouth to say something, but closed it with a frown. Shaking his head, he actually smiled back.

"Fine." Was all he said before opening the door to the place, a small bell above the darkened shop ringing.

At first glance it was actually pretty typical looking like any other he'd stumbled across before. Near the entrance at their left stood the cashier behind the register, blue eyes lingering on the two newcomers as they walked passed. To their right held a few displays, where one had to raise an eyebrow at the 'free samples'. The place was poorly lit (probably with purpose), but from what was seen there didn't appear to be much to offer at first glance.

"I wonder if Larxene's been here..." Demyx muttered as he casually strolled along to take a better look at things.

"I wonder if Larxene made this place?" He wouldn't have been surprised, especially when he looked around to find the corner that must have been exclusively styled for her.

It wasn't as bad as he had imagined, though. He could have been downright disgusting. But for the services it excelled in, it probably was higher than most.

He wondered how Naminé had felt when she had created this. As there wasn't much to see, he turned back to Demyx. "Satisfied, now?"

"No, not really." Blindly reaching for Marluxia's wrist again he tugged the other man deeper into the store, which started to grow more extreme bit by bit, until he finally reached a door at the other end of the store and gave it a curious prod with a gloved finger.

"Yeah, they always keep the good stuff in the backroom~" What this 'good stuff' was, however, one couldn't really know until they opened the door. And so, jiggling the doorknob a little, Demyx twisted it and pushed it open.

And almost immediately they were greeted by a male mannequin with a kind of leather attire; thin straps hugging its shoulders with the weird contraption stopping right above the thighs. Strangely, there was something long that was covered in a black cloth attached neatly between the legs.

... All that trouble just for a dildo? Demyx raised a brow, walking over to the mannequin and pulled off the cloth-

-to reveal instead a 16 inch ornately designed blade with both razor and curved tip.

"............"

Blinked once.

Twice.

Three times.

Long moment of silence.

Marluxia was finding more moments where he had nothing to say. This was a very fine example. Tapping a finger against his leg, he blinked at Demyx, frowning.

"...I'm just going to walk away now."

Demyx only continued to stare blankly at the outfit, making the notion of not even hearing what Marluxia said when the other was finally snatched from his moment of silence.

Instead, he turned to the other man, gave him a blank look, and then thusly pointed at the leather instrument.

"... Do you think they'll let us do a test run?"

Marluxia turned his back to Demyx, getting ready to leave.

"I hope you know I would punch you in the jaw if I had an inkling of a feeling that you were being serious."

And just like that Demyx broke into a grin, forgetting all about the machete!dildo and took Marluxia's arm to proceed on dragging the poor man deeper into the new area. It only took a few feet to reveal another thing completely draped in a black cloth. And just like last time the Nobody tugged at the end and pulled it off.

... This time it was of a drill, but instead of just one twisted tip, attached to it was a large three-fingered mechanical claw, the ends composing of sharp knives.

Demyx merely tilted his head.

"I wonder what they'd use that for."

Closing his eyes, he counted to ten, sighing irritatingly and rubbing a temple with his free arm.

"Did the first time not teach you to let sleeping dogs lie?"

Demyx just crossed his arms (Or at least tried his best while still holding onto Marluxia's).

"Yes, but the dogs that you're talking about aren't lying, but actually strung to a wall. So in order to let them lie I have to pull them off the wall. Or, in this case, tug off the cloth."

Why yes, he did need to get punched.

He thought about just sliding out of Demyx's grip and leaving, but thought against it. His mind seemed to be against him half of the time, anyways. Instead, he shifted over, putting his head on Demyx's shoulder.

"You're so annoying. Don't you think once you've seen one ridiculously kinky undefineable sextoy, you've seen them all?"

"I don't know..." Demyx frowned and stroked his chin. "This drilly bit obviously looks a lot different from that bladed dildo..."

But then he sighed before grinning, patting Marluxia's head and looked around; his eyes suddenly catching something large, but also cloaked in the same black cloth as the others.

"... Can I do just one more?"

Lifting his head, he looked at the last cloaked thing curiously. Could anything really be worse than a bladed sextoy?

Marluxia liked to think not.

"I suppose it can't get any worse."

Just like any other victory Demyx punched his fist in the air before dragging Marluxia over to where the covered contraption sat. He tilted his head just like the rest, and reaching a gloved hand out he pulled down the cloth.

...

..........

"Oh my..."

Before them stood a ball-shaped cage made out of steel and bits of barbed wire, currently hanging in the center of some circular structure that most likely spun it. On the inside there were blades all attached to gears, which probably made them spin once someone turned it on. There were cuffs with spikes on the inside on top and on the bottom of the cage. And below where the person would stand was a giant drill as thick as someone's head, currently entangled in barbed wire.

... The bad thing was someone was already occupied inside it.

........

Demyx quickly draped the cloth back over the cage and tugged at Marluxia back to the door.

He knew this was going to happen. The Nobody had a feeling it could get a lot worse. Why did he have to be right this time? Not to mention this one was in use.

Definitely thankful that his companion wanted to leave as much as him, Marluxia gave a definitive glare at the shop keeper before going out the door, the bell above it ringing loudly again.

He looked at the blond Nobody. "That is the last time I follow you anywhere."

The moment they exited the shop Demyx exhaled a large breath of air, slouching down almost as if he was deprived of oxygen until then. When extremities became that detailed, the blond didn't know whether to faint or laugh.

Oh look the floor was getting blurry...

But the Nobody held his ground nonetheless (Mainly because he had a feeling Marluxia would abandon him if he passed out), though looked up and glared at the other man and his comment.

He opened his mouth to retort...

... And slowly shut it, blinking a few times before giving a worried frown.

"Actually... I don't wanna follow myself anywhere anymore either."

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