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Alright, I've absolutely fallen in LOVE with the Marluxia/Vexen pairing, thanks entirely to TheCrimsonLunaDiviner. The best Mar/Vex and Xem/Sa stories in the world! Go read them! Seriously! But only after you read my story!
This story is based off of an RP my unofficial-sister, NeverJustAnotherMemory, and I did together on the Digital Manga Productions forum. We're sick and twisted people, and we love it.
WRITTEN FOR TheCrimsonLunaDiviner AND NeverJustAnotherMemory!
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Two Nobodies sat quietly in a room with white walls and furniture, each absorbed in his own activities. The pink-haired male, seated at the desk with a series of potted plants in front of him, had a pair of pruning scissors in hand and a look of deep concentration on his face as he moved the blades towards a late-blooming bud.
The other, an older blond with thin limbs and a gloomy expression on his face, had a brush in his hand, running it through his waist-long hair. He could hear the constant shnick of the brush as it caught on the ends of his hair and carefully kept the already neat sections away from the last tangles of the day.
Woman-like, dexterous fingers worked through his hair along with the brush until the entire curtain was smooth and silky, flowing down his back. "Could you hand me a pin?" he asked the other, wanting to tie his hair back out of the way so that it would not get matted while he slept.
The botanist nodded and absently reached into a drawer in the desk, eyes still examining the winter cactus in front of him for any imperfection, before tossing a hair-clip back onto the bed. Without a word of thanks, the blonde took it and pushed back the section of hair over his right ear that, without some sort of pin, always seemed to want to fall in his face.
Because he was so distracted, trying to hook the little clip to where it would stay, he barely noticed that the silence was broken by the sound of his quiet companion's clothes rustling as he moved. Soft and almost ghostly touches brushed his hair and he barely noticed until there was a weight in his hair and he jumped.
Marluxia threw his head back and laughed. "There!" he said, proudly, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest, "now it's perfect!"
Vexen's eyes narrowed and he glanced towards the mirror to see a black rose covering up the clip he was using. "Very funny, Marluxia," he commented, but he did not reach up to remove the flower.
The pink-haired male reached out and cupped his hands under Vexen's chin, making the blond raise his head. Marluxia was smiling, his lips curled into a soft smirk and his sky-blue eyes shining. "You've been very quiet this evening."
"I've simply had nothing I cared to say to you," Vexen retorted with a scoff.
Marluxia chuckled and leaned down, kissing his scientist firmly on the lips. Vexen melted and pushed back with a gentle pressure, the assassin's mouth soft as flower-petals against his own. When he felt Marluxia's tongue press against his lips, all but demanding entrance, he relented and allowed the other to deepen the kiss.
The botanist always tasted like honey and something pleasingly bitter to Vexen, while Marluxia tasted the sugary, home-made snow-cream from his Somebody childhood. After a long moment, Marluxia pulled back, giving Vexen a real smile. "Cute," he muttered, and Vexen glared - no one else would ever get away with saying something like that to him - but he knew to just let it go since Marluxia would always have his way.
"Don't make such sour expressions," Marluxia chided, using his thumbs to push the corners of Vexen's mouth up. The scientist shook his head to dislodge the hands and the botanist laughed, laying down on the bed. After a minute, Vexen laid down next to him, head resting on Marluxia's chest.
Careful hands started to pet his hair. "Are you tired, my little snowflake?" The blond pinched his leg and grumbled 'don't fucking call me that' but shook his head no. Marluxia grinned up at the ceiling and tugged Vexen up from using him as a pillow. "Good."
He let out a yelp as Marluxia quickly switched their positions so that Vexen was underneath him on the bed, sprawled out with his hair a halo around his head, flower still held in place. He unzipped Vexen's coat and tossed it off of the side of the bed. Unlike Marluxia, Vexen loved the cold and kept his room and lab at temperatures that would make most human's ill to their stomachs. Where Marluxia had his coat, a shirt, an undershirt, and thick pants on, Vexen wore only the coat, now useless on the floor.
Vexen blushed and turned his head away, embarrassed even after all the times he had been in this exact same position, those blue eyes trained on him just so, drinking in the pale skin and fragile, almost doll-like limbs.
"God," Marluxia muttered, a gloved hand wandering down Vexen's ribs, "you always look so fragile. I think this must be what a sadist feels, having someone that seems so… and I know you'll kill me for this later, weak and small under their control."
Vexen growled and Marluxia couldn't hide a chuckle. "Don't act like such a bitch," he said, exploiting the double-meaning for all it was worth. "We both know you like to fake offence, but I'm always good to you in the end, aren't I?" When Vexen didn't reply, the botanist's mirth just seemed to increase.
"Do you always have to laugh at me?" he asked, embarrassed.
"You do the cutest things," Marluxia replied airily before taking Vexen's hands and moving them above his head and closing his eyes tightly. A few glowing flower petals started to fall around the room before Marluxia pulled back. Vexen tried to retrieve his hands but found that he was unable to. "Marluxia!"
Vexen looked away, but there was a tiny happy sparkle in his emerald green eyes. Marluxia grabbed Vexen's chin and forced a kiss onto the blonde's lips. "Now now. No need to pretend like you don't want this at this point." Marluxia stood up off of the bed and quickly started to strip off his own clothing. Since he was wearing more layers than his lover, it took him a while and Vexen's eyes got glassy as he waited, tied against the headboard. Soon enough, though, Marluxia was done and climbed back on top of his lover, unclothed this time. He pushed his hips down so that his naked arousal pressed against Vexen's own, drawing a moan from the academic.
"Ah, much better," Marluxia said, giving Vexen a superior smirk. "You love this, don't you? Tied down and helpless, just waiting. Waiting until I decide that I've put my own desires on hold for far too long and fuck you into the mattress."
Blushing bright red, Vexen scoffed. "Someday I'll get sick of letting you push me down and I'll leave," he said, shoving his nose into the air.
"Like anyone besides me would have you," Marluxia said, chuckling as he started to grind harder against his lover. The scientist's breath hitched.
After all, you only get this-," he reached down and gave Vexen's hard flesh a quick squeeze, getting a keening cry from his lover, "for handsome, young, male warriors."
"Usually," Vexen teased back, "but for some reason I still like you anyway."
Marluxia's eyes flashed and he gripped harder, actually hurting Vexen a bit this time.
"Ouch, damn it! Be more careful!" Vexen snapped, "I know you get a little kinky in bed, but that's no reason to seriously hurt me!"
"I disagree. You deserve to feel a little pain." Something sounded off in Marluxia's usually arrogant voice and Vexen glanced up. The other's eyes were a bit darker than usual and a small smirk was tugging at his lips.
Eyes going wide, Vexen struggled and tried to get Marluxia away from him. "Whatever the hell you're thinking, stop it!" Vexen snarled, not liking that look at all. "I'm not in the mood for whatever you're cooking up in that twisted brain of yours."
"Relax, Snowflake." The nickname sounded more mocking now. "I remember how much you enjoyed it last time I had to discipline you."
"I'm not kidding, Marluxia! Enough!"
Marluxia's hand whipped out and grabbed Vexen by the windpipe, silencing him. "No more of your shouting," he said, "it's getting on my nerves."
Vexen was struggling to catch his breath and tried to bite and kick at Marluxia to stop the other from choking him. After a few minutes, Marluxia let go as suddenly as he had grabbed him. There were pink lines from his fingers around Vexen's neck.
The scientist panted until his eyes turned murderous. "If you EVER grab me like that again, they'll have to take a DNA sample to identify your corpse!"
In what constituted as something of an apology between two hard-headed men, Marluxia reached up to Vexen's chest and started to toy with one of his taught pink nipples. "Calm down. We both know I would never really hurt you. How did Larxene so eloquently put it? 'I don't break toys, I just play with them'?"
Vexen let out a sharp breath through his nose but Marluxia held up a hand to stop the rant that he knew was coming. "Don't start with it, Vexen."
"I'm not a toy," the other man said, ignoring Marluxia's warning. "You always treat me like I'm some delicate little sex doll!"
"I said enough." Marluxia's voice was a quiet whisper. "Another word and I'll punish you harder."
Vexen puffed up like an angry bird. "I may or may not enjoy your little kinks, XI, but don't forget that I hand over control on my own terms!"
The botanist pulled back his hand and Vexen tensed, anticipating a brutal slap. At the sight of his lover's wince, though, Marluxia froze and calmed down. He cupped Vexen's cheek and the blond jerked but Marluxia kept soothing him with soft strokes to his cheekbones.
"Shh. I'm not going to hit you, Vexen." Green eyes reluctantly opened. "I have better ways to punish you that won't bruise your pretty skin." Vexen sighed and relaxed. The blond would never have considered himself any kind of masochist before meeting and bedding Marluxia. But, after the first time the neophyte had turned him over his lap and took a birch switch to his backside, he had realized that the sting of quick, sharp pain was wonderful.
It reminded him of how it felt to get feeling back into his frost-numbed limbs after being out in the snow. In fact, for the other being a master at plant-care, Marluxia remind him a lot of his beloved winter.
"Ah," Marluxia breathed, "you don't seem too adverse."
"I might not be." The botanist laughed and wrapped his long fingers around Vexen's cock. Moaning, Vexen spread his legs wider, revealing all of himself to the other's child-like glee. For all of the fighting and protests, the scientist's body seemed quite happy to be right where it was.
"You might enjoy getting your punishment a little too much. We'll just have to make sure that you don't end up cumming half-way through, won't we?"
Marluxia thought about it for a minute before pulling his hand back again but sending it flying at Vexen's cheek. The blond clamped his eyes shut and tensed, the erection between his thighs almost instantly wilting. Marluxia stopped his hand an inch from the creamy skin and moved down, cupping Vexen's cock in his hand and wrapping vines around the base to keep him from releasing and even making it hurt for the scientist to get turned on.
"It's alright. I've already told you, Vexen, I'm not going to hit you. Why do you not believe me? You always twitch when I do that. Do you not trust me at all?"
"It's not like that. I just don't like it when I think someone is going to hit me, that's all." Vexen pressed his lips together and hoped that Marluxia had the sense to just leave it at that, since that was all he planned to say on the subject.
Marluxia shook his head but smiled his sadistic grin. "Alright, keep your secrets. I'll find out sooner or later. For now, we have business to attend to." Marluxia reached onto the night-table and pulled over a bottle of oil, dipping his fingers inside and getting them coated with the slick substance.
"Ready?"
"Just go ahead and do it," Vexen said, trying to relax as much as he could.
Marluxia reached down with a digit and traced Vexen's entrance with the cool substance before slipping inside of him, pushing to open up the tight muscles. "Oh yes," he hissed, "how is it that you're always so tight?"
Vexen blushed and shrugged as best he could with his hands bound. Inside of his body, his temperature was surprisingly cold, less than ninety degrees even when he had a severe fever. Marluxia, though, always seemed fascinated by this and did as much curious exploring as sexual preparation.
The digit slid along his inner-walls, setting the nerves on fire, and he moaned, pushing back as best he could to get the most pleasure possible from the intrusion. However, the second the nerves started to get stimulated, he could feel a sting building up around his dick. "Marluxia?"
He seemed to understand. "I won't lie and say that it won't hurt you, but you'll be fine." He continued to push further in until he was buried to the knuckle before pulling out, fucking the blond on his finger. Vexen moaned and squirmed, trying to relieve the pain between his thighs that mixed with the pleasure.
"Is this my punishment?" he asked, not sure what to think of this.
"Of course not. But I already told you, I play with toys, not break them." He chuckled and pushed a second slick finger up Vexen's tight channel, enjoying the moans that came from his partner. "A little crack or two, though, might be understandable; I'm such an enthusiastic little child after all."
Vexen's eyes slipped shut and he started to push back onto the fingers inside of him, feeling Marluxia spread the digits apart and open him to the frigid air of the room. "You're torturing me like this," he hissed, caught between anger and joy.
"You think this is torture then just wait." Marluxia continued to widen Vexen's body for a bit longer until the blond Nobody felt like he could absolutely die underneath the assassin.
"Marluxia," he begged, "please, just go inside of me. I can't wait much longer." Vexen couldn't hold his legs still because of the pain in his crotch.
The botanist spread his legs apart before they could hear noise coming down the hallway. "What on earth?" Marluxia grumbled, stepping back.
"No!" Vexen shouted, "just ignore them! It's probably Xigbar drunk again!"
Marluxia chuckled and pulled on his pants, getting a growl from the restrained blond. He went over and opened the door. "What are you doing out here making so much racket?!" he demanded forcefully, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Yeah, that's it for now. Don't worry, though; Never-chan and I wrote a hell of a lot more plot. Not as much detail, but I think it's better with it.
Anyway, Read and Review peoples! Believe me, my only other lemon is so tame compared to what I'm writing for this story!