(This is a VexMar fic. I should state this now, this is a fic that started because my Marly being the weirdo I am partook in Seme-uke swap week, so Marly became the uke. I state that Marly probably will seem a bit OOC and Change was still kind of getting the hang of Vexen in this. So, ya. This is not AU by the way... Um, this chapter is pretty clean, um, do I need to say like yaoi warning? I mean it's Marly...that should just be obvious by now. So, um, that is really all I have to say on this one...)

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"But by no means should that be taken as an incentive to pester me further, Marluxia."

"Ah, but it is fun to see how you respond, Vexen! That, and I was not joking about what I said before, I will remove anyone that gets in my way."

"I'm not surprised, my dear."

"Hn, as you should not be, by now."

"You know, you need not be so protective of me. I am capable of caring for myself."

"I-I know that...Vexen. Just let me be protective though, ok?"

*blush* "Er...all right, then."

"Nn, I really don't want to lose you Vexen." *Stares at ground* "I do apologize if I act over protective though...I...I just don't want to lose you."

"And you won't." *brushes cheek*

"Nn..." *Blushes almost* "Really, Vexen?"

*smirk* "It depends how much you happen to piss me off."

"Ah, but you know you like it, my beloved masochist."

"E-excuse me?"

"Ah, there is no need to deny it, love~"

*grudgingly* "There's also no need to broadcast it, my darling."

"Oh, yes, I forget, I forget, love, you really are still in the closet aren't chu? "

"What the hell are you talking about, Marluxia? I never said anything about that. I'm just saying that you don't need to announce our...I mean, what I happen to like..."

"Ha, you didn't deny it either though, right? Fine, I'll stop if it will make you 'happy'. I will stop..."

"Hmph! Even if I did deny it, the rest of the Organization knows our situation."

"Would...would you rather they did not, Vexen?"

"Well...I suppose I'm glad that they didn't make a huge fuss over it when they did find out. And since when did I ever care about anyone's thoughts, save for yours?"

"Tch, they were smart enough not to. That and you do care about what they so, don't you? You care about what Superior says, right?"

*shrug* "We all have to put up with him, so I don't have a choice in that respect. Yours is a special case."

"'Special case' so you say, Vexen, but it's the same though, isn't it? Even as your lover, you still view me below you don't you!"

*grabs shoulders* "Marluxia, control yourself! You're completely misconstruing my words!" *sigh* "If I truly thought of you as such a waste of time-which I don't-why would I even be with you in the first place?"

"Nn," *Stares up at, mildly surprised* "You-you said it yourself didn't you...? That...that I would not have to worry. I-I'm just easy aren't I? I-I have no problem with being used like that Vexen, so just say it, ok? It will be easier that way...ok…?"

"Listen to me. If I said you were easy, I'd be lying to you."

*Marluxia grasped onto Vexen's cloak with his right hand then* "I-I mean it sexually, not personality wise, Vexen. I-I will do anything for you, ok? So you only need me!"

*gathers into a hug* "By no means are you easy in that respect, either, but I hate it when you overthink what I say and fly off the handle. You're getting yourself worked up over nothing."

"Nn," *hugs back slowly* "I-I would get 'worked up' either way..." *Mumbles* "I-I'm sorry...I-I-I'm just...confused..."

*raises eyebrow* "I don't see what you would need to be confused about, Marluxia."

*Nuzzles face against Scientist's chest, just trying to get as close as possible* "I-I don't even know...anymore..."

*strokes back of neck* "Then just let it go. Don't dwell on it like this."

"Nn, I-I can't help it, I-I'm not like you Vexen, I hate to be alone." *Almost purring at the touch to his neck, his "emotions" getting the better of him again*

"You're not alone at this particular moment..." *buries face into the other's hair*

"That-that's my point, love..." Marluxia whispered as he grasped onto the back of the other's cloak more tightly. "Vexen."

Even through his gloves, the Academic could sense Marluxia's body temperature rising as he continued to stroke the Assassin's neck and felt the neophyte pressing his body tighter against his own. "Yes, Marluxia?" asked Vexen.

Marluxia could sense his eyesight weakening again; as usual he was a person controlled by his own lust. That and the scientist's cold touch really did always work on his body, not that he minded that, and ignored the underlying meaning to it at times. "Vex-Vexen...would-would you...?" He was "nervous" as he spoke, much different from his usual prideful demeanor. "You want to own me, right...?" He tried to find a way to ask such a thing without just flatly stating it. Confusion was by far nervousness now, and he almost did 'hate' that.

It took a second for the idea to register—and when it did, Vexen couldn't help but stop and tense the slightest bit and look down at the mass of pink burrowing into his chest. Was he really asking for it? "Wait, are you sure you...? You know I've never been on top before," Vexen cautioned.

Marluxia tipped his head back slightly now, blue eyes barely open as he tried to smile slightly, some form of odd fear showing in his eyes. "If-if it's what Vexen wants, then it is ok..." he whispered softly, nervously." As-as long as Vexen is 'happy' it does not matter what happens to me, ok?" He was being honest, as usual—it was just a different kind of honesty, was all.

Vexen continued staring down at his precious rose, noting that his normally bright, lucid blue eyes had hazed over to a deep cobalt hue. It wasn't that the scientist wouldn't have a clue as to what to do (anatomically he knew exactly where everything was), but he didn't know how Eleven's body would respond if he let Vexen have his way. "I'd..." he trailed off and sighed before starting again, "I know you've taken me before, but have you ever been in my position?"

Marluxia stared up at Vexen for a moment before staring down, pink hair slipping over his face slightly, he was a flower after all, and that alone should have explained such a thing. "I look like a damn girl, Vexen! Of course I have!" His mood switching instantly, like normal, he felt some stab of anger, not really wanting to admit such a thing. Letting go of Vexen's cloak now, his hands fell back to his side; he hated such memories.

The blond's expression hardened and he took a hold of Eleven's chin. "Would you rather I neglect to ask you completely?" asked Four, his voice still quiet. "You asked me the same question; it would only be fair to extend the same courtesy, correct?"

Marluxia's blue eyes winced closed once the blond grasped onto his chin. "I-I only asked you that because...because I had not thought you had...had a male as a lover before..." his voice softening as he spoke, "I-I only want to make you happy, Vexen."

Vexen blinked slowly and took a deep breath, his hand now cupping Marluxia's cheek. "Pay attention," he began, leaning down a little with a small smile tugging at his lips. "You do, truly you do. No matter how often it appears as if I want to strangle you, I do enjoy your company. Am I clear on this?"

Marluxia's blue eyes blinked slowly hearing Vexen's words, more than only slightly surprised by them. It made him almost "happy" hearing that, though. "Nn, yes, Vexen" was really all he found himself able to whisper. Confused again by his own "emotions"—that and he was trying to ignore his own memories—they were not helping him at all; it all made so little sense.

Vexen smiled a little wider. "Good," he murmured, brushing his lips against the Assassin's. The kiss was solid, chaste at the moment, as the ice-wielder's eyes closed.

Marluxia kissed back softly, oddly not trying to deepen it as he usually would. He was confused, and that did always make him act oddly, his blue eyes sliding closed slowly. His right hand moved to grasp onto Vexen's hair gently, really only because he liked the feel of it, no more meaning than that.

Four felt his hair being gently combed through, trying to be as careful as possible. He knew Marluxia's "moods" grew fickle when he was in so docile a situation, so Vexen proceeded with caution, running his tongue over the other's bottom lip after a while.

Eleven continued to comb his fingers through blond hair softly, at that moment liking the soft touch. He felt Vexen's tongue against his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth slightly. He was not trying to control Vexen this time; he really did only want to see if Vexen really could take him or not. It seemed like a fun enough game to him to try.

Vexen slid in his tongue, methodically exploring his way in further. The hand on Marluxia's cheek slid down his neck to the shoulder while the other hand supported the flower's lower back.

Marluxia did clutch onto Vexen's hair tightly now, tipping his head back a few degrees to change the angle slightly. Not fighting with Vexen this time, he loved that feeling of being explored by the Scientist in truth. His other hand was still at his side; he was not one to submit but he did like the feeling right then, he almost enjoyed it actually, which he found odd and brushed off of course. His own discomfort meant so little to him.

A pang of sensation shot down Vexen's spine, his kisses growing hungrier. After a moment the blond pulled away before homing in on the soft skin of the neophyte's neck. His breath was slightly cool when he blew on Marluxia's comparatively warmer skin, tickling the younger.

(Yes, my Marly is a Frenchman. This is not AU though; my Marly just has a habit of speaking in French, even more so when he is in an uke position. On this note Vexen knows some French, but not really much.) Dire quoi? –Say what? Dieu –god. Professeur –professor. Mon amour –my love. Protégé –it is something like student, but it also means protected. Fatigue- it means 'tired'. *Laughs* But one would not usually say it alone, but, eh, laziness lets Marly misuse French… Idiote- no, this is not a mistake, idiot in French is idiote. Stupid works the same way, becoming stupide. Je t'aime-I love you, though at times Marly just says 't'aime' which is love you.)