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Roxas hiccupped and adjusted the lampshade on his head so his vision wasn’t obscured.  Somehow everyone in the Organization had gotten involved in a raid on Xigbar’s alcohol.  And somehow that raid had transformed into a dance party.  And somehow that made it okay for Axel to give him a lap dance.

Sure, he was wasted at the moment, but he was ROXAS.  Which meant he wasn’t that wasted.  “Axel, I’ll give you two and a half seconds to get off of me before I shove each one of my Keyblades up both your nostrils.” He warned.

Axel just laughed and collapsed on top of the youngest member, successfully suffocating Roxas’ face in his chest.  “Oh Roxas, you’re so funny!” He slurred out.  Then he humped Roxas into a dazed, turned on, stupor.

The scene on the floor across from the couch of AkuRoku love was much more interesting for all the Zemyx fans, who were going wild.  Yes, Zexion and Demyx were having sex.  On the floor.  And that’s right; everyone else was just stepping over them.

As Marluxia pulled off an insanely gay combo on DDR and got a massive amount of extra points, Vexen was still trying to figure out how to make his pad work.

“The buttons on the pad aren’t corresponding to the arrows on screen!” He shouted angrily, “Reset the game!  Reset it!” Marluxia giggled and swayed his hips alluringly.  “No way!  That’s what all losers say!”

Vexen truly hated to lose.  So he simply jumped Marluxia’s bones in order to prevent his official lost from concluding.

Xigbar laughed at his fellow Nobodies, twirling a piece of Xaldin’s hair lazily.  “They’re all a bunch of light weights.” He snickered.  Xaldin sighed and slapped the Gunner’s hand away.  “Stop playing with my hair.”

Lexaeus was having a nice conversation with Xemnas, who was flirting with Saïx who was flirting back.  Alcohol made Lexaeus talkative.

Unfortunately for him, alcohol made everybody else and their Somebodies’ mother horny.  So it wasn’t long before flirting became foreplay and foreplay became having sex in a hardback chair.  Lexaeus just kept on talking to the now busy couple.

Larxene and Luxord had been playing strip poker.  Surprisingly enough, Larxene was good enough of a cheat to win a few hands.  So, while she still was obviously losing and in only her underwear, Luxord was actually shirtless, which usually never happened in a rousing game of strip poker that included the Gambler of Fate.

The two blondes looked over from their corner and realized that most of the members were having sex in various places and on various surfaces.  This got the two thinking.

“Let’s have sex on the table!” Luxord proclaimed suddenly.  Larxene nodded, having a similar epiphany.  “Okay.  But only because no one else is doing it on a table.” And so…they had sex.

Xigbar and Xaldin looked around the room.  Roxas and Axel were having a grand ol’ time doing the nasty on the couch.  Zexion and Demyx were still at it on the floor.  Vexen and Marluxia were arguing about something while lying on the DDR pad and Vexen proceeded to spread Marluxia’s legs apart.  Lexaeus had passed out in an armchair.  Superior and Saïx were having sex in their little wooden chair.  Larxene was, oddly enough, dominating over Luxord on the shaky, unstable card table.  After surveying the scene and seeing coitus as far as the eye could see, Xigbar and Xaldin decided they would have sex as well, because they were feeling left out.

And so the dance party became an orgy.  But then, what’s new?