Title: antibacterial
Author: Digimon Empress Yaten (de yaten)
Notes: Written for the Kingdom Hearts kink meme. Vexen/Namine. Dark, non-con, rape.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or its characters. I don't claim to own them.
White. Everything was white. White and cold - white plaster walls and cold metal tables, icy indifferent hands and a pure-as-snow hospital gown ghosting against her the ten-for-two-dollars cotton white socks. She's shaking - knobby knees trembling and hands clenched so tight they quiver and blush, but he says nothing of it. Latex gloves snap against his wrist and he hoists her legs up and apart, strapping them down - he ignores the protest, the whimper, the head turned away and eyes closed so tight she'll have wrinkles by the time she's twenty. If she lives that long, or is even able to grow up in a physical sense. More tests need to be done to determine that.
He clucks dismissively at her tears - it's all acting, and overacting at that - and lifts the gown up until the paper scratches her thighs and bunches against her shaking stomach. No need for underwear today, Naminé, he ordered earlier - she complied, no stranger to his lab, to his table, to his unrelenting hands poking and prodding with needles and scalpels and the eternal silence on the heart monitor that he insists on hooking up to her chest. She is a stranger, however, to this - to the stirrups and tight straps and his thin-lipped smile as his gloved thumb rubs circles on her clit.
"Did you know," he says, "that most human cultures value virginity in women above all other aspects?" No answer, as he expected, but her legs are shaking a minute fraction faster than before. "Some even consider virgins holy. Goddesses, if you will." His finger is slower, almost tender, and he is not surprised at the bit of wetness clinging to the latex. "Virginity is useless in a scientific sense, however. The more sex a person has, the more likely they are to become pregnant and reproduce." He rubs and strokes and lightly pinches until he can see she is biting her lip so hard it would bleed if she had any blood running through her false veins. "And all virgins must lose it eventually, correct?"
"I don't suppose," as he speaks, his finger pushes roughly inside and the cry answers him quicker than words, "that you've done this with Eleven?" He pauses, lips in a smile because he knew Marluxia was the weaker Nobody - too afraid, too wrapped up in pretending false emotions to consider taking Naminé's innocence. Or lack of it, now.
He unzips his pants and climbs up on the familiar table. The coldness doesn't bother him - it's a bit too warm, actually, and he drops the temperature until frantic puffs of air are escaping her lips. He coats his cock with a specially made lube - it stays cold, never freezing, but enough to keep the heat of sex from bothering him and straddles her thighs. She's begging - useless words that make him think, briefly, that he should gag her. He doesn't want to spend time finding a suitable gag, though, and settles for cuffing her twice. It's enough to quiet her down.
He enters her with clinical silence and wonders aloud that it would be a worthwhile experiment to test the works of a female Nobody's reproductive system in the coming months.