It was a cold night at the organization's headquarters, and Zexion wasn't able to sleep. Even without researching something, he felt like he wouldn't be able to come to a rest. Over and over again, he flipped through the pages of a book, not knowing what exactly he was looking for.

It was then he felt a soft, cold sensation, making him jerk up into a sitting position. That hadn't been an illusion, he knew that. Then what had it been...?

"Still awake, Zexion?"

"Oh, it's you, Vexen..."

Zexion pushed his hair out of his face, just to have it fall back over his eyes once more. He had known that it might have been to blame on the scientist having come to his room, but he wouldn't have expected such a touchy approach.

Well, however, he was quite surprised as Vexen sat down next to him, a questioning expression on his face. Whatever Vexen was up to, he still hid it behind the usual scientific attitude. They weren't this different, actually. Both into research and such stuff. And both of them a genius.

Vexen suddenly leaned forward, nipping on Zexion's lower lip. That puzzled the slightly smaller male that much he was unable to do anything as Vexen pushed him down on the bed, shutting any possible protest up before it could leave Zexion's throat.

"M-Mmmph...!"

But bit by bit, Zexion's resistance faltered. It was as if fluid ice was slowly slithering down into his body, making him shudder and mew helplessly against the other's mouth. What was this strange sensation? Had the scientist given him something?

Only as their kiss broke, Zexion could get himself under control again, and with that, the sensation suddenly was gone. Had... had he just given himself an illusion? It couldn't be...!

"You look good when you are this much in disarray..."

"What do you want, Vexen?"

What he would have liked to sound firm and secure had come out in a this low voice Vexen first blinked and then started to laugh at Zexion. That was something he really didn't like. Huffing, he turned away from Vexen, or at least as much as the other male allowed him to.

"Ah ah ah, you're staying right here..."

"Why should I ev- mmmph...!"

Once more, Vexen had taken over control and Zexion's mind with a firm, yet soft kiss, gently grabbing the shuddering male's wrists and pinning them above the other's head. The other hand, covered in a faint icy layer, sneaked into Zexion's garments and made the illusionist gasp.

Zexion was no stranger to the pleasurable sensations of someone stroking him. But what Zexion was doing to him was an entirely different world of pleasure. His body jerked without control, right into the teasing fingers which were so cold against his skin.

"There we go... you enjoy yourself, right?"

Vexen's voice had been barely above a whisper, coaxing and edging Zexion on. Zexion barely could understand any longer what was happening to him, the icy touches were confusing his mind into a dangerous state of lust. And still, he loved it.

Only as Vexen's hand brushed down to where most of his body's heat seemed to have fled to, a small sliver of reason came back to Zexion. He wanted to protest, but then, Vexen was already cupping him, and his mind had gone to the gutter once more.

"So very sensitive... you seem to have been lonely for a long time."

Vexen's voice had become deeper, more dreamy in a way, and certainly pleased. He was enjoying the knowledge his current subject was completely lost in this touches, and he would abuse that knowledge at his best.

Zexion gasped as almost as ice cold lips as the other's fingers trailed along his bared skin, again jerking helplessly in Vexen's grip. If he had been able to focus his mind, he would have fought the other off with an illusion. But how using his ability if Vexen was pushing all of his buttons this skilfully?

Whimpering, Zexion sunk into the sheets completely, gasping and breaking into a sweat as Vexen was teasing him almost to insanity. He tried to squirm away from the fingers, from those soft lips, from the ice dragging him down into a state of dangerous lust, making him all vulnerable and defenseless. But he had no other choice but to submit.

Vexen chuckled lowly, bemused, and Zexion needed a long time before he realized why the scientist was laughing like that. Ashamed of himself and his eager behavior, Zexion averted his eyes, blushing and feeling hot all over again.

"Good good... but ah, what a shame my sample is spilled all over you. Well, until next time, Zexion."

Vexen left a much too soft kiss on Zexion's lips, leaving the dazed male in a complete mess. Half stripped, Zexion couldn't get himself to move. The feeling of ice all over him was still mesmerizing him, and those kisses...

'Or has it all just been an illusion? What... what is Vexen up to...?'