Title: Honey Over Vinegar.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters and/or Pairings: Marluxia/Zexion.
Words: 621
Rating: R
Author's Note: Marluxia, all claws and sweet kisses. He's searching for the traitor in Castle Oblivion. And now he has Zexion in his clutches.
Soft candlelight, rose petals strewn over the floor, heavy breathing followed by a soft moan. The scene would have seemed deeply romantic had it not been for the heavy stench of blood that hung in the air. A lone figure shivered in the gloom, held captive by sharp, viscous looking vines that had cruelly pierced his wrists and arms. The Cloaked Schemer's uniform was shredded to pieces, his pale chest a bare canvas for his tormentor, who had already made his mark upon the victim.
The Graceful Assassin stepped back to admire his work. An intricate array of slashes and nicks adorned his prey. So precise, so beautiful. The blood dripped down slowly creating a soft rhythmic noise. Soothing. Like the sound of gentle rain. Zexion had a way of doing things with a certain charm. Being tortured was no different.
"Why are you doing this?" Zexion tried to keep his voice steady. He would not give Marluxia any satisfaction for he knew the Graceful Assassin was just waiting for him to loose control. To let desperation seep into his voice. To show weakness. If he let any of that happen then it would only prove he'd let Marluxia beat him. Do what you will to this body. The mind is something you cannot touch.
"There's a traitor within castle Oblivion. I have reason to think it may be you." An accusation yes, but it came out in a purr. Like a parent coaxing a frightened child. Almost as though he was encouraging Zexion to admit to something he'd never dream of doing. Zexion was many things. A traitor was not one of them.
"Lies." Zexion swallowed back the outrage. It was blindingly obvious who the traitor was. The Flurry of Dancing Flames. Marluxia was aware of this, so why...
"Really now." It was said as a statement rather than a question as Marluxia regarded him, almost coyly.
Zexion knew if would be useless to try and get Marluxia to elaborate any further. He'd simply have to wait and see if the other member was in a sharing mood. The last thing he wanted to do was say something that would set the other of into one of his...moods.
Marluxia's eyes had become darker. The candlelight reflected dancing shadows within their depths. A thousand lost souls screamed. How many lives had Marluxia taken? Zexion had to wonder. How much blood was on his hands?
And now he has mine upon them.
"Would it be so terrible if I were to tell you that I enjoy hearing you scream?" The words were whispered right beside him. A wet tongue traced the shell of his ear gently, as something sharp was jabbed into his side causing him to release another ragged scream.
Zexion looked aghast. What vile humour. But when he peered into Marluxia's face, he discovered that the Graceful Assassin was not joking. Gone was the calm, controlled gaze, the placid features. Instead a whole new look had settled on that handsome face and Zexion was certain that he would continue to see it in many nightmares to come. If he survived the night.
The man's beauty had twisted into something else.
Demonic was the only word for it.
Lips pulled back into a cruel smirk, Marluxia leaned forward, head burying into the side of Zexion's neck. The Cloaked Schemer's eyes widened first in surprise, then in pain as he felt teeth sink into his flesh. Words died on his lips as he felt a hand snake it's way through the tattered shreds of his cloak, squeezing him harshly. A sudden realization dawned on Zexion and he was horrified to discover -
- he'd had an erection the whole damn time.