A/N from A.C.: This fic was written with the help of Kasey, aka i-heart-ice-cream.

Marluxia: Me

Szayel: Kasey

Warnings from A.C.: M for future content, OCCness abound

Marluxia was walking along the outskirts of Los Noches, wondering where the hell he was. He was dressed in the issued black cloak of Organization XIII, his pink hair stood out against the bland desert.

As Szayel looked up from his research, he couldn't help but to see the strange pink haired man walking around half-dead. As he looked at him he felt a strange feeling in him, which was new to him. He walked over to the window and couldn't help but stare at the man.

Marluxia fell to his hands and knees, much too tired to keep moving. He unzipped his cloak, showing off a well toned chest. Sweat rolled down his pale skin slowly. He weakly stood up, speaking quietly to himself, "I liked it much more when Superior would send others on these damn scouting missions…"

Szayel watched the other as he fell, the scientist called two of his fracciones, "Lumina, Verona; go out and get that man. Bring him here." He didn't move from his spot as he spoke, but he simply pointed to the man in the desert for the two. Now he just had to wait for them to return. After a short while, the two did return and tossed the man to the ground. "Why thank you, Lumina, Verona." He waited until the two left, then turned to the man.

The Organization member growled lowly as he was tossed carelessly to the ground, "Fucker!"

He looked up at the person before him from his position lying on his side. Blue eyes narrowed dangerously and he snarled, "Who the fuck are you?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing but I suppose I could give you the honor of knowing my name first. I'll only say it once; I hope your feeble brain can remember it. I'm number eight, the Octava Espada, Szayel Aporro Grantz." He said as he looked at the pathetic man before him. He put his hands on his hips and kept them there to state his superiority.

The blue-eyed man sat up on his knees and glared at this 'Szayel' person. He let out a deep chuckle and shook his head, "Well, Szayel, My name is Marluxia. I am number XI, the Graceful Assassin."

"Well, now, you didn't seem so graceful when you collapsed out in the desert. If it wasn't for me, you would probably be dead. You should be thanking me for saving you." He crouched down to Marluxia's level and cupped his jaw with one hand, "You have beautiful blue eyes…"

Marluxia snarled and pushed Szayel's hand away, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Examining you, of course. I'm a researcher, what do you expect?" He then cupped the elder man's jaw again and continued to examine him.

"Gaia, you're just like Vexen. I should have expected this…" Marluxia smirked, "You scientists are all the same."

"The same..? Never. Who is this 'Vexen' that you speak of?" He stood up and looked the blue-eyed man over a few times.

"Vexen is the 'scientist' from where I'm from. Also… Dude, you're kinda creepy."

"Creepy? I'm not creepy. If anything, you are. I mean really, with those clothes? Actually… Now that I think about it, perhaps creepy wasn't the right word. Given your appearance and attire, I'd have to say you're rather ugly… except for your eyes." Szayel said, all the while smirking with superiority.

Blue eyes narrowed into deadly slits, "Ugly? How dare you call me ugly!" Marluxia got to his feet and put his hands on his hips, "You, Mister Tight-ass, are the ugly one!"

Szayel's expression quickly turned to a scowl and a glare that could kill if it were possible. "You dare talk to me that way? I am the perfect being, tested and proven true! I'll have you know, I'll not accept this sort of insolence from the lowly likes of you!"

Marluxia snorted in pent up laughter, "'Perfect being'? Oh, you have got to be kidding me! You are far from perfect, jackass!"

"And you think you are? That's a joke, you're half-dead right now. I'm obviously perfect." The pink-eyed man said, insulted by the other, yet intrigued by him at the same time. Oh, how he wanted to experiment on him…

"If you think you're wrong, than you're obviously mistaken. You're crazy." The elder male clenched his teeth, angry with this 'Szayel' person for mocking him. He was the infamous Graceful Assassin! No one should be mocking him! He had hundreds of thousands of heartless under his control! Marluxia muttered a quiet, "Stupid fucker…"

"Excuse me? I don't believe I caught what you said. Do try to speak up, will you?" He spoke with a smug smirk on his face.

Arching a brow, Marluxia grinned, "Hmn? Oh, nothing… I said nothing at all, dear scientist."

"Oh, but I heard you. You said something, now speak up, and don't be shy." Szayel's pink eyes sparkled with amusement.

The Organization XIII member crossed his arms over his chest and let a sly smirk cross his lips, "Oh, no, darling, I'm not shy at all. But I doubt you want to hear what I said."

"Oh, I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know, darling." His smile widened, sarcasm hanging on the word 'darling'.

"But once you find out, I doubt you'll take it lightly, you silly little boy~" Marluxia looked Szayel up and down, "But for such an arrogant guy… you're kind of sexy…"

The younger man ran a hand through his thick pink locks and looked over his glasses at the other, "Of course, I know I am. I told you already, I'm the perfect being. Therefore, of course I'm sexy. However, you underestimate my patience, 'you silly little boy'."

Marluxia snorted, "Don't you call me a little boy, you great big arrogant jackass."

Szayel walked over to Marly, closing the distance between them before speaking, "Your temperament is amusing. You're a quick tempered one, aren't you? Although… I have to say, for someone so arrogant… you're pretty well-built. Still, I've had enough chit-chat for now. Just be good and die quietly, I don't want your body to be damaged too badly. Otherwise, I won't be able to experiment on you." He said, a wicked gleam in his eyes that made him rather frightening.