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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Shounen-ai between Marluxia and Vexen of Organization XIII. I love them to death. This little ficlet has no meaning. I just had the idea and -had- to get it out. I like how it came out :D
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Intoxicated
"Good God, what's happened to you?" The cold green eyes of Number Four peered unto his lower-ranked leader. Number Eleven was unable to meet his gaze. He shook with fear, covering his distant blue eyes from the other's gaze.
"Please, leave me alone."
"Damn it, Marluxia!" Vexen pounded his palms against the maple-wood desk. "You have me here, right where you want me. I come willingly to the place you've dragged and forced me to many times before. And you don't want me?" Marluxia stood from his chair and backed into the wall. Vexen immediately followed.
"Is this not what you've wanted? To have me come to you instead? Where's your burning passion? I come to you, throw myself at you, and you deny me?"
"Please, Vexen."
"I do not understand!" He stepped close to Marluxia, face nearly touching his. "For years, you have tormented me. You've attacked my spirit, my will, and my body. And the more I would protest, the more I realized I was helpless against you. And now when you finally leave me to myself, I find myself.. Wanting it. I want it more and more with each passing day, and I cannot shake this feeling. You are like a drug to me, forcing me to be an addict. I need it." Marluxia said nothing. He couldn't look up from the floor. "I need you. I lust for you. You cannot say you do not feel the same after all you've put me through."
"I'm... So sorry.." Marluxia whispered, pink curls shielding his eyes from the cold, hard stare of the Academic.
"You're sorry? Sorry won't break this terrible habit, Marluxia." Vexen growled.
"I.. I was wrong to treat you so. If you can't forgive me, I do not mind."
"I didn't come here for an apology."
"Then what did you come here for?"
"Revenge." Vexen's icy hands had already found their way through Marluxia's coat, onto his warm, sensitive skin. Marluxia jerked at the sensation of the boney fingers against his smooth chest.
"Vexen..."
"I don't know why you suddenly feel the need to ask forgiveness for your crimes, but I hope to shake you from this...shell you have become." Vexen gripped his hips, pulling him closer, lips interlocked in an endless kiss. Marluxia slid his arms around the taller man's shoulders. The kiss finally broke, leaving them both gasping for air.
"A drug, you say?" Marluxia panted. "I would have never guessed you'd become addicted to me." The sly smile Number Four once knew had finally returned to the Assassin's face.
"Ah, that's the Marluxia I remember!" Vexen shouted, turning so his back was against the wall. "Come. I desire to know what tricks you've learned in your absence!"
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All in all, Vexen was glad he did it. How he had missed the warm touch of the other while he was gone. What had made him change, he never knew. Vexen was just glad to have back the very fire that melted his ice.