Justin' Challenge,, [Cris, Lux]

[Justin Flyte]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

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.xXx. [/color]Justin didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Not even after the little explanation the creepy-ass fucker gave the entire group, did he have any idea what was going to happen to him, or even his friends, for that matter. They’d all been split up, and for some odd reason, Justin was currently wandering one of the many darkened halls, utterly alone. There were doors lining the dark walls on either side of him, and Justin held out a hand to let his fingers trail across the wall’s surface as he continued down towards the end of the hallway, pausing every few strides to peek cautiously into each and every room. They all seemed the same, each and every one of them, and there was yet to be one that caught Justin’s interest; that called for him to enter. Should he even enter, though? Justin didn’t truly want to. I mean, the place looked like it was straight out of some fucking horror movie; how could he want to? But it was part of the “game,” wasn’t it? Justin let out a harsh sigh, his steps coming to a pause as he peered into one of the dimly lit, forbidding-looking rooms. His eyes ran over the area carefully, before Justin continued on his walk, his fingers once again brushing lightly against the wall.

What was his worst fear?
Justin was too afraid to know.

It was something Justin had been trying to avoid thinking about, from the very moment Julian had told the group of his plans. He couldn’t suppress the small shudder that wracked his spine with the thought, his eyes narrowing in slight, senseless malice. He knew it would have something to do with Cris. It had to, didn’t it? She was the only person he was attached to on an overly emotional level. His parents weren’t in contact with Justin, god only knows where they were living now, and he had no siblings or family to worry about. So, the only person left was Cris. Justin’s free hand curled into a fist, his nails digging into his palm. She hadn’t been there when the group had been woken up. Was she in trouble? Was she hurt? Justin looked around him, spinning to look down the hallway in desperation. He wanted to fucking-well play the game already, and get back to Cris. He needed to make sure she was safe. Justin needed to make sure Cris, and the rest of his friends, were all safe.

But how?

It was as Justin turned back around, unsure of which rooms to approach next, that he spied a doorway at the very end of the hall. It stood alone, a little ray of light filtering through beneath the closed door. Justin paused, anxiety causing him to tap his fingers nervously against the closest wall; was that the room? The fledgling walked forwards, carefully, slowly, dropping his hand from the wall, his eyes watching the area before him carefully, as if ready for some sort of deranged murderer to jump out at any second. Was that what this was? Would Justin be like the dumb blonde in every horror movie who, despite everyone telling her not to, looks in the fucking closet? And, of course, gets fucking slaughtered? The thought made Justin paused in his tracks, staring down the door. He bit at his lip nervously, before mustering all the courage he could, and walking straight towards the doorway. If some crazed person jumped out at him, so be it. Justin would try his best to rip his fucking head off.

He didn’t have the mind set currently, to realize he might not come out victorious.

Justin neared the room, and once he was standing outside of it, reached forwards, placing a hand on the cool doorknob, before turning it, and pushing the door forwards. He didn’t dare move into the room, not yet, but was somewhat startled, when recognition hit him like a cold, hard slap in the face. He’d seen this room before. But, where? It was as Justin took a step forwards into the room, that he spied Crimson, Cris’ guitar.

What the fuck was going on?

The door slammed behind him suddenly, and Justin spooked, whirling around to send a cold, yet frightened glare in the door’s direction. Fucking closing by itself. Who fucking does that? Justin wiped the perspiration from his forehead with the back of his hand, before continuing into the room, at the sound of hushed laughter. What exactly was going on? Justin’s brow furrowed and he crept further into the room, his blue eyes taking in the area around him with frightening familiarity. How could he be in Cris’ room, wasn’t he in the hallway two seconds ag—Justin’s thoughts froze, as he turned the corner, only to lay his eyes on to a scene he barely found comprehensionable.

There were two people in the bed before him.
In Cris’ bed.

Justin felt panic rise in his throat, but as hard as he tried to make himself move, to run, he seemed somewhat stuck. It couldn’t be Cris; it wasn’t possible. He loved her, she loved him. She wouldn’t be fucking some other guy. Not when Justin had a key, not when he could just walk in like he always did. Fucking shit. Justin stayed firmly against the wall, trying fervently to pry his eyes away from the sight. He could see only the silhouette of two people, and although Justin would normally be horrified at watching sex, well, this was fucking different. If that was Cris, a few feet away from him, fucking another guy...

Justin was going to lose it.
Seriously.
What a fun fucking game, this was turning out to be.


We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

Words: 1, 045
Muse: Ohdeargod.
Notes: Ew. I am so sorry this fail so bad. I promise once you guyses post, it'll be bettur. [/blockquote][/size]

[Crissatha Pandora]

((Okay, disclaimer, this is obviously not Cris because it’s an illusion, so it’ll be mostly action, but to make it easier for me, she’s also gonna have thought lol Ignore this fail, and how often I say obviously))

Cris was pleasantly exhausted obviously. She was always pleasantly exhausted after a good go round with a good man, and there was no doubt in her mind that Marluxia was good at what he did. One of the best at what he did that was. So was it any doubt that Cris was pleasantly exhausted? No, no doubt at all. Her room was darker than what it usually was and obviously for the purpose it had been created for, Ki was no where in sight. It was just Cris and Marluxia, and they had just finished having their fun.

Until they were interrupted of course.

It took a moment after Justin entered the room, the room and Julian’s affinity not causing the illusion—the very real illusion—of Cris to notice him enter. The room waited until he noticed, of course, the two in the corner. Which was when Cris reluctantly separated herself from Marluxia. If it wasn’t obvious from the fine sheet of sweat that covered her, or the lazy but content way she moved…she certainly hoped that her lack of clothes made it obvious what they had just been doing. Sex. Of course. She couldn’t get it from him, so why on earth should she wait around anymore?

She pushed herself to stand, not self conscious in the slightest about her lack of clothes and raised a sarcastic eyebrow at Justin, her entire demeanor asking, obviously what the fuck was he doing here. ”Fuck, can’t I get any privacy anymore? I mean shit, what’s a girl supposed to do?” she mused out loud as she stretched, slow and lazy, turned slightly towards the bed so it was obvious the show was for the boy who laid there, not the one who had just entered. Obviously.

Then she yawned a little and crossed her arms just under her small bust, the movement so Cris it wasn’t even funny. There was no difference in the way that this Cris acted from the real one, because it was his greatest fear, projected from Justin’s own self, so this Cris might as well have been the real one. ”What could you possibly want?” she asked, her brow raised. Cris had never shown this side of herself to Justin, the bitch side, but he had seen it in action before, she was sure of it. Probably because this was the Cris that the rest of the world saw. All attitude, all bitch.

She stalked a bit closer, her movements like the cat out of the creamer, but a little soreness to it, like the time that Justin walked in on hadn’t been her first go round with Lux today. And obviously that could affect a girl, even one as experienced as Cris obviously was. She laughed a little, no joy in the sound, it was all mocking and all hateful. ”Aww, okay, let me guess. Gonna pull the whole “what the fuck are you doing” card? Gonna get jealous and possessive? I’m not yours to control Justin. And I mean…seriously? Six months without sex? Who do you think I am? If I’m not going to get it from you, I’ll get it somewhere else. Fuck off. I’ve moved on to better and…well…most likely bigger things,” she said with a roll of her eyes and her usual wit. Then she turned, obviously dismissing him and going back to the bed where the more interesting man lay.

If he couldn’t tell that was a dismissal, something was obviously wrong here. Though…the room wouldn’t let him out just yet, of course not. He hadn’t worked through this fear, hell he hadn’t even started. But the affinity had to keep Cris acting as she would in real life, and it was Cris to bitch and insult and then dismiss. She didn’t take people’s shit. Want to whine and have a shit fit? Fine. That wasn’t her issue, she’ll call you when she cared. Not that she ever would. People getting pissed off about the shit she said was not her problem. And this boy especially was no longer her problem. She’d moved on to bigger and better things apparently.

At any rate, she figured, if he insisted on standing there, she might as well give him a show. Cris was a show off after all. She bent when she reached the bed, and pressed a slow, smoldering kiss to Marluxia’s lips, as if she had done it thousands of times before. And it was possible she had, who knew…Cris and Lux weren’t exactly the most platonic of friends after all.

Muse: Fail Fail Fail.
Words: 862
Comments: Fail Fail Fail....If Lux would have stood or something by the time she kisses him let me know and I'll change it Sephy

[Marluxia]

Marluxia couldn't be happier about what was going on right now. At least the illusion of Marluxia couldn't be happier about what was going on right now. Justin Flyte was about to live through his worst fear and wouldn't ya know the fear involved little old him, well definitely not little. He grinned as he laid there with the illusion of Cris and waited for Justin to show up. Oh he had to have known this was coming, he couldn't be that thick and not know that his girlfriends heart already belonged to another man.

He grinned as he thought more about it. Him and Cris had just finished one of the best romps they had ever had in his opinion and it was perfect to show Justin just what holding out on Cris would do. Seriously, Cris had Marluxia for a best friend she was bound to have some need towards sex and need to have it fulfilled frequently. Not have to have to go without for six months. Who the hell did he think she was? Some little dainty chick who just mastered Missionary? Nah Cris was a Pro and he was happily taking some of the credit for her success.

Justin came in then and Marluxia grinned happily at him. His grin was huge and malevolent. The pale sheen of sweat on his body was apparent and his labored breath gave even more of an indication of what had just gone on here. Come on Justin, pick up the pieces. Put it all together. Realize what you always had feared was coming true right now. He almost laughed out loud but he thought it would take away some from what was going on here, the tension in the air and he so did not want to do that.

Cris spoke now, speaking to Justin asking him what he could possibly want and Marluxia just grinned and spoke "Isn't it obvious love? He is here to see the show"he mused with a grin. She kept moving toward him the way things had went today quite obvious in her walk and he just folded his hands behind his head and watched her walk over to him happily having his eyes roam over her body and happy to see her Crush Justin like he had always wanted and always planned to do.

She spoke to him again then saying the most hurtful things she could and Marluxia was absolutely reveling in this chance to make Justin feel like he was worthless. Like he was absolutely nothing to Cris like she had just moved on and he was nothing more than a fly smeared on the sports page. Sucks for him, It was none of Marluxia's concern really. He had Cris and that was really all he was concerned with. Cris said she had moved on to probably bigger thing and Marluxia grinned widely. It was definitely so true, Marluxia knew his size.

Cris then dismissed Justin and made her back over to Marluxia and kissed and he kissed her back passionately with promises of things to come as soon as Justin had left. He hoped anyway but he couldn't help but wanting to join in on the Justin bashing too, after all. Justin had been the only thing standing in between him and Cris for so long and now that he was finally out of the way it was time for everything Marluxia had ever been thinking to come right out of his head and stab right into the heart of him

"You had to know this was coming"he said sitting up a bit and grinning up at him before trailing a hand down the front of Cris's body and then getting up out of the bed himself and going over to a few feet before where Justin Stood, standing there naked with all of his glory hanging out. He didn't care, he was proud of his body and his sexual presence and if Justin wanted to act all weird and like be a squeamish little shit then that was his problem and that was exactly what also had gotten him in trouble as well.

"You had to have noticed...The way she looked at me and the way I look at her. The way she hugs me. The way she is always happy as soon as I enter a room. The way the first person she comes too when there is a problem is me and not you. The way I would do anything to protect her. The way something about it never quite seemed right. Yeah you were right Justin I was after her and guess what...Now I got her"he said with a grin and then wrapped an arm around Cris and turning her towards him and kissing her lips softly, almost tenderly and as lovingly as possible.

"So give it up man. The game is over. You will never get her back and she will never love you again, not while I'm around because who could ever love you more than they loved me? You are nothing to her"he said with another grin. It was about time the boy learned the truth, it was about time that he stopped living in a fantasy world.

Words: 902
Muse: gooood
Notes: Obviously not the real Lux but uh way inttense lol

[Justin Flyte]

.xXx. Justin was absolutely horrified. He stood completely unmoving against the wall, his breathing shallow, and his eyes wide with obvious shock. His gaze was trained on the woman as she separated herself from the man, and as she stalked closer, Justin fought as desperately as he could to pry his gaze away from her sweat-covered frame. The way she walked was slow, relaxed, and yet, held a certain stiffness to it that Justin understood all too well. His jaw tightened, and as the woman crept closer, fear gnawed at the back of his mind like a sickening disease. Justin was tense, tense and afraid, and as she neared, his breath hitched in his throat; it was Cris. He’d known it was since the moment he saw her; since he analyzed the silhouette of her face. Her words stung like needles, and Justin’s brow furrowed, his lips pursing into a thin, hurt line; obviously in attempt to keep his composure. He didn’t respond, just simply flinched, his eyes narrowing. Privacy? Justin was Cris’ boyfriend. Wasn’t that self-explanatory? He exhaled shakily, beginning to grind his teeth against each other, as she stretched, the way she stood clearly stating it was for Marluxia’s entertainment. Jealousy flared up within Justin and he fought to keep himself against the wall, his eyes flickering from Lux to Cris quickly, before settling on Cris as her voice caught his attention yet again. What could he possibly want? Justin’s expression dropped.

He couldn’t speak.
Hell, he couldn’t even breathe.

Justin just stood there, completely dumbfounded. He wanted out. Out of this room; out of his game. Justin just wanted to go into his room, alone, curl up under his sheets, and sleep. He didn’t want to deal with this, not now. He didn’t want to have to take this; they were taunting him. It wasn’t even fair. And to make matters worse, as she made her way closer, she laughed. Of all things. Justin felt his ego deflate completely with the mocking sound, and felt the need to slump against the wall behind him. He stayed standing though, stayed strong, and watched her through narrowed lids as he next venomous words were spit into the air around him. Her words ate away at Justin’s composure very easily, like a blade cutting through butter, and the boy found himself fighting to keep still; to stop tears from making his eyes glossy, and slipping down his cheeks. He exhaled hoarsely as he listened, his lip threatening to begin quivering. He clenched his jaw, before replying.

“Glad to know I mean so much to you.”

He managed, his voice a barely audible whisper. However, what should have been thick with sarcasm was broken, and his words were only another indicator as to how close he currently was to his breaking point.

“You could have told me.”

He said softly again, only before the girl turned, obviously dismissing him, only to lean and plant a very passionate kiss to Marluxia’s lips. Justin squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, forcing himself to breath, as jealousy slowly began to seep into him. This couldn’t be happening. But, Justin knew it was. Nothing could appear this real, could feel this real, and... not be. The boy watched as Marluxia spoke, unable to will himself to move, and fought not to lose it completely when he touched Cris so romantically. His jaw flexed sporadically, a sign of his discomfort, and as the egotistical bastard spoke once again, Justin let out a low, warning of a growl that rumbled deep within his chest.

“She loves me.”

He spat out, still in completely and utter denial. And then, they kissed again. And Justin was so close, so fucking close, to going over there and ripping his face apart like he so deserved.

“Don’t touch her.”

He said weakly again, pressing further against the wall to keep himself steady. His hands balled into fists, and as Justin watched Lux speak again, recognition caused his eyes to narrow further.

The game.
He couldn’t lose.

Justin put on a determined face, ignoring the comment that damaged his confidence so severely. He was oh so fragile right now, and at the moment, wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. He snarled, a natural reflex, before turning away from the two, and dashing towards the door without another word. His stomach flipped about relentlessly within him, and as Justin yanked desperately on the doorknob, he cussed under his breath as it remained sturdily locked. The boy threw himself into the heavy piece of wood, using his shoulder in a futile attempt to escape. He let out a grunt, before leaning his forehead against the cold wood, and letting out a choked, hoarse sigh.

What had he gotten himself into?

Words: 818
Muse: Fail
Notes: Wrote this super late, I promise I`ll edit it later. :]

[Crissatha Pandora]

Though obviously an illusion couldn’t really get kinks, after Cris stretched for the enjoyment of the boy on the bed, and to incite jealousy in the boy in the doorway—which worked from the looks of it—she rolled her shoulders to work out a kink. And then asked why the fuck she couldn’t get any privacy in this place. I mean fuck, she was allowed her own alone space too right? Though, she wasn’t exactly alone of course. She smirked at that thought. Okay, so she wanted to be alone with her partner, not exactly alone. And her partner was not the jealous boyfriend.

He looked entirely dumbstruck. Aw, poor baby, hadn’t seen it coming? She thought he should have. I mean she was Cris. Did he really think he could withhold sex for six months and she wouldn’t go for it elsewhere? Especially when she had a best friend like Lux who was perfectly happy to appease her needs and all she had to do was ask? No questions. Nothing complex. And fuck, it was always phenomenal sex when the two of them went at it together. They were both just that good.

It made her laugh, the look on his face at the sight of her sweaty and naked and obviously that way due to the pleasure of the boy who lay on the bed and not for him. And then she spoke, saying the worse things that she could think of. He replied after she had dismissed him and she scoffed. Really? He thought that she wasn’t done with him and he could reply? No she had said her piece. That was the end of story, he was dismissed. But fine, she could answer the boy. ”Aw poor baby. I didn’t realize you needed things spelled out for you” she said, fake sympathy on her face and in her voice before she turned, really dismissing him, and going to kiss Lux long and luxiouriously. And the way he responded made her shiver all over. Well damn.

If that was a promise of things to come, then she wanted to get rid of Justin as soon as possible and get back to it.

Too bad, he didn’t seem to be leaving, and it seemed Lux wanted to say his piece as well. He sat up and traced a touch down the front of her and a delicious shiver followed in its wake, making her shut her eyes. See, this was what she couldn’t get from Justin. He would never be able to touch her so casually, but also so sexually. He was too damn afraid of that shit. She honestly didn’t hear what he said, she knew it was mean, but she was looking him over at the moment when he stood, she couldn’t help but appreciate what was before her. What could she say, she was a sucker for a hot body. But she turned in, listening to the mean things he said but they were true. And too close to the truth when it came to the real version of her.

He wrapped an arm around her and she grinned, smacking him lightly when he turned her, showing she didn’t appreciate being turned much like the real Cris would have done, but she happily melded her body to his and kissed him back sweetly, ignoring Justin’s comments…but then she realized he said something. She loves me. Oh, telling her how she felt now?

She didn’t even notice his growl, just turned towards him, not taking Lux’s hands off of her at all as she did, she was perfectly content and happy with him touching her, thanks. ”She loves me” she mimicked him and rolled her eyes. ”Oh fuck, come on. You know how I feel about that emotional shit. You put me on the spot by saying it first, what was I supposed to do? I hate all that lovey shit. Don’t presume to tell me how I feel, Blind Boy. Jeez that was an apt nickname, wasn’t it? You couldn’t even see this coming” she mocked with a roll of her eyes.

Justin turned away from them and tried to get the door to open, and Cris laughed—a mocking sound—as he tried. Didn’t he know that the Game wouldn’t let him leave yet? Him throwing himself against the door didn’t help her amusement at his expense. Oh she found this quite amusing, she really and truly did. It was almost too pathetic. It made her take sympathy on him for a moment. She walked over to him, letting Lux’s hands fall from her, and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her front against his back, leaning up until she could whisper in his ear from behind.

She slid her hands under his shirt and splayed her hands out flat on his skin, one over his stomach the other over his heart. And then she whispered. ”Don’t be mad, I do love you. I just need more of a man” she said, a small little smirk twisting at her lips as she said the words. She whispered the words for him alone, and damn she intended them to hurt. Whether or not they contradicted her earlier claim not to love him didn't matter. It was all about making him go through his worst fear in the end, wasn't it?

Words: 951
Comments: Took me forever to come up with what she says at the end and I'm still not happy with it -_-
Muse: Good