"What am I
going to do?" he wailed, pulling out his hair in frustration,
"Just what the hell am I going to do?!"
In light of the
situation, Lexaeus was doing the best he could to stop his fellow
apprentice from doing anything...rash.
"Now Vexen, calm
yourself. There is no need to feign anger over this..."
"That
bastard is after my virginity!"
It was realized that
'awkwardness' was one of the pseudo 'feelings' a Nobody could posses.
"If that's all, you should just do what he wants and avoid
unnecessary conflict."
Vexen fumed. He had already thrown
innocent objects against the wall and howled like a wounded animal,
now he was just simmering amongst the wrecked study.
"Give up
my body to that conniving filthy little neophyte? I am his superior,
I refuse to be violated to fuel number Eleven's overgrown
ego!"
Lexaeus began to clean up the room. Though he could
have gotten a Dusk to do it, he needed something to take his mind off
Vexen's whining.
"I thought," Lexaeus noted, "that
you and Saix hit it off back in Never Was?"
Vexen growled and
rubbed his hand on his temple, spitting out,
"Almost. We
were just about to when who walks in? Guess!"
Lexaeus
shrugged helplessly as IV vented, "The Superior! Xemnas stormed
right in, pried VII away from me, and threatened me that if I so much
as look at the Diviner I would face unspeakable consequences. The
damn neophyte was cheating on the Superior with me and didn't bother
to mention that detail beforehand. And now, to add insult to injury,
I'm expected to follow the orders of Marluxia!"
V nodded and
attempted an expression that would convey sympathy and asked,
"What
do you plan to do?"
Vexen slumped into a chair,
defeated.
"That damn snake...the very prince of snakes and he
wants me to be his bed-mate."
The Silent Hero contemplated
the situation for a bit. Vexen was an unofficial 'friend' of his
within the Organization, and they formed a certain bond from being
locked in Oblivion's basement with Zexion. Even though Marluxia was
the castle's 'lord', Lexaeus felt that his loyalty remained with the
core members of the Organization. Besides, XI was a pompous bastard
who didn't even extend proper greetings to the basement dwellers when
they came to the topside, it would serve the Assassin right not to
get his way for once.
"Snake Prince?" Lexaeus mused,
stroking his chin in thought, "I think I might have a
solution..."
Marluxia had just finished preparations
when he heard a knocking on his door. The room was lit with a warm
array of scented candles, his black satin sheets were covered with
red rose petals, lubrication and handcuffs hidden under his bed, and
he himself was lying luxuriously on the bed with his shirt unbuttoned
halfway and a perfect smirk of utmost villainy on his face.
"Come
in dear, the door's unlocked."
The door opened slowly and his
conquest stepped into plain sight. And what a sight he was.
"Let
me get a better look at you," Marluxia purred as his eyes ran
freely over the Chilly Academic, "I see you've followed my
instructions to the fullest, that dress looks lovely on you."
Vexen
growled in a way that was supposed to come off as angry, but Marluxia
thought it was kind of sexy. Marluxia had wanted to demonstrate his
superiority to the fullest, so in the private memo he had sent Vexen,
ordering him to come up to his bedroom at an indecent hour to do
indecent things, he had also commanded Vexen to be in woman's attire,
if only to humiliate Vexen further and satisfy his craving for
kink.
"Just get it over with XI." Vexen was seated at
the edge of the bed, barely touching the mattress. Marluxia chuckled
deeply as he crawled over to his prey, wrapping his arms around the
thin waist and pulling him into a constricting embrace.
"Now
there, dearest. Don't be coy with me, we both know you make a very
pretty woman. Now, let's see how pretty you are under this
dress..."
A simple zipper separated Marluxia from the most
beautiful night of his life. He kissed the reluctant blonde's neck
and slowly removed the beautiful gown...
...to find he wore
another dress underneath it.
Marluxia laughed at the scientist's
futile attempt to discourage him.
"You really think that this
would stop me? Come now Vexen, if anything, now I want a better look
of you in that dress. Spin around for me and come back so I may have
my way with you."
Vexen slid off the bed, scowled, and did a
silly twirl before edging back into Marluxia's waiting arms. "Now
where were we?" The Graceful Assassin murmured as he fiddled
with the buttons on the second dress. He nuzzled Vexen's neck and
nipped at his ear, ready to claim what was his. He let his hand
wander from Vexen's hair, his face, his neck, his
collarbone...
...and the fabric of a third dress.
"Hmph. I
don't know where you get all these dresses, but they do look stunning
on you. Perhaps I shall have you model them for me one day
soon."
This dress had straps on the back, Marluxia quickly
unfastened each one, hands trembling with anticipation...
...and
dress number four appeared.
"You can't avoid the inevitable,
my sweet, only prolong it." he hissed as he figured out all the
ties from the ribbons that held this one. Now he was sucking on
Vexen's neck over his racing pulse, leaving a mark of ownership he
prayed would not fade for weeks...
...how could Vexen fit five
dresses on?"
"You know," Marluxia muttered, "if
you weren't an ice elemental, you'd be dead of overheating."
He
undid the buttons and ties this dress had, only to meet with a
sixth.
"What is the meaning of this?! The damn zipper is
broken!"
He pushed the entire garment over Vexen's head to
see the seventh dress. This was pure white, a mere slip with tiny
buttons, it complemented Vexen's figure perfectly. Marluxia, in his
frustration that bordered true anger, grabbed the dress and ripped
the material in half, throwing the tattered remains to the ground. He
dived for the bare flesh before him, tuning out Vexen's protests and,
in a barbaric display of un-restraint, wrapped his hand around
Vexen's
metal underwear.
It took Marluxia five seconds to
register, and when he dared to look he all but screamed, "You've
got to be kidding me! A chastity belt? A goddamn chastity
belt?!"
Under the cover of darkness, Vexen had the biggest
smirk on his face.
Marluxia pushed Vexen off the bed and stormed
out in his state of half-undress, screaming through the halls,
"Larxene! Axel! Either someone goes to the World that Never Was
and gets Roxas here, or we drag Sora to floor thirteen, but I need a
Keyblade now!"
The Lord of the Castle's voice carried all the
way to the basement floors, where Lexaeus was enjoying his manga.
Upon hearing his plan was a success, he couldn't help saying, despite
himself, in a very quiet voice,
"Call a locksmith..."
