Marluxia trudged
along the corridor, pink hair dishevelled and blue eyes narrowed,
muttering darkly about Larxene and her love of murdering his plants.
"Stupid...overcharged...antennae headed..." His voice
trailed off, having reached his destination. 'Why does Xemnas want to
see me now anyway?'
Forgetting to knock, he pushed the
large, white oak-panelled doors open and stepped inside. He froze
mid-step and stared, eyes wide and mouth gaping, at his Superior.
Well both of them actually.
Xemnas was pinned against the desk,
half standing against it, half laying on it. He was pinned by the
form of Number VII, pressing against him, lips locked in a fiery
kiss. Saix's arms were either side of Xemnas, supporting himself,
while Xemnas' trailed their way around Saix's waist.
The sight
sent the ghost of anger surging through Marluxia. 'How dare he
touch him!'
He growled, alerting the berserker to his presence.
Saix extricated himself from Xemnas, who turned to see Marluxia
standing in the doorway, glaring daggers at the two of them, his hand
twitching from supressing the urge to summon his scythe.
Ever
stoic, Xemnas straightened and turned to face him. "Can I help
you Number XI?"
"I was informed that you wished to see
me Superior." The lowness of his voice grated against his own
ears.
Xemnas looked puzzled for a moment. "No, I don't
believe I did. Number VII?"
"You never mentioned
anything to me Superior." Saix replied, glancing at Marluxia
curiously.
Marluxia's eyes narrowed more. 'What a waste of time! I
could be fixing my garden! Wait!' An idea formed. He took a deep
breath. "Well, so long as I am already here Sir," he
emphasized the word, "perhaps I could speak to you about a way
of keeping the other members out of my garden? I am constantly coming
back to scenes of devastation and as well you know, I cannot control
my element unless said element is healthy." He resisted the urge
to grin. 'This will keep them apart for a while.'
Xemnas sighed.
"Very well Number XI. Number VII, if you will."
Saix
nodded and strode from the room, closing the doors behind him. 'Well
damn!' He thought to himself, trudging down to the kitchen, he had
skipped breakfast that morning to "assist"
Xemnas.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Marluxia grumbled as he
stepped through the portal to his garden. 'Damn it!'
Xemnas had
dismissed him before he could really begin to talk, assuring him that
whatever he decided to do to protect his garden would be fine, so
long as it was appropriate. "So, Saix in a pair of hot pants out
of the question then?" He joked to himself. The sound of
snickers caused him to whip round and summon his scythe. "Show
yourself!"
"Man, THAT is an amusing image!"
He
kept his scythe raised. "What do you want Axel?"
Axel
smirked at him. "Nothing, I just wanted to see what was UP with
Flower Boy, seeing as Larxene was uncharacteristically cheerful after
coming to see you. Apparently things are UP in more ways than one."
He laughed evilly, stepping backwards as darkness engulfed him. Just
in time to miss Marluxia's scythe flying through the space his head
had previously occupied.
"Fucking pyro." He grumbled,
dismissing the weapon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Saix flopped
down on his bed after removing his coat and shirt, having found
nothing edible in the kitchen. He closed his eyes, relaxing.
They
shot open a moment later as he felt a weight either side of him.
"I'm
sorry. Did I wake you?" Xemnas smirked, knees either side of
Saix's chest.
Saix grinned back. "Why, as a matter of fact
you did." His grin became predatorial. "You should be
punished." He added, flipping them over and pinning Xemnas
beneath him.
"Hey! Wha-!" Xemnas' protests were silenced
by Saix's lips covering his own. He relaxed and placed his arms
around Saix's shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening their kiss.
Saix ran his fingers down Xemnas chest before reaching the zipper and
pulling it up. After opening and removing the heavy coat, he
proceeded to unbutton the shirt, removing his lips from Xemnas', with
a soft whine from the older male. The whine soon turned to a gasp as
Saix's warm lips turned their attention to the skin being revealed
slowly by each button. Saix tugged the pale blue shirt from Xemnas'
shoulders, flinging it unceremoniously to the floor to join the
coat.
He grinned and kissed Xemnas again, deeply, passionately.
His fingers moved to remove the belt when Demyx burst through the
door.
"SAI-AAAAAARGH! I'M SORRY!" He shouted before
spotting Xemnas. "SUPERIOR! COME QUICKLY! LARXENE AND AXEL ARE
TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER AGAIN!"
Xemnas sighed. Saix sat
back allowing the Superior to stand and pull on his shirt.
"Would
you like me to assist you Sir?"
"No no. I shall handle
it Number VII." He moved closer to whisper in his ear. "You
should get some sleep, I doubt you'll get much later."
Saix's
eyes widened and Xemnas grinned, following Demyx out the door.
Saix
smiled and decided to take the advice.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He
woke some time later to the sound of his door opening. The room was
dark. "Xemnas?" He grinned. "Is the castle still in
one piece?"
The flight flicked on blinding him momentarily.
"AH! JESUS!"
He felt a hand on his cheek and opened his
eyes. They slowly began to adjust and he saw pink.
"What
the-?! Marluxia?" He whipped away from the hand on his cheek.
"What are you doing here!" He growled.
Marluxia chuckled
advancing on him. "Why Saix, I'm here for you silly."
Saix
backed away. The look in Marluxia's eyes unnerved even him. "What
do you mean?" His back hit the wall.
Marluxia grinned, seeing
his prey was cornered. "Well what do you think?" He reached
forward to tilt the Diviner's chin up. He closed the gap and pressed
his lips against Saix's. He closed his eyes as Saix's widened.
His
leg caught on the bed as he was pushed backward and he fell to the
floor. He clambered to his feet, ungracefully.
"What the
fuck are you doing!" Saix bellowed at him.
Marluxia
merely straightened his coat, catching sight of something on the
floor.
His eyes narrowed dangerously and he stepped towards the
berserker. They stared at each other for a moment.
Then Marluxia
hit him. Hard.
Saix fell to the ground, only to have Marluxia grab
his arm and twist it viciously, dragging him along the carpet,
dropping him beside Xemnas' discarded coat.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS
THAT?" Marluxia roared, outraged.
Saix smirked. "It's a
coat." He winced and choked as Marluxia kicked him in the
stomach.
"I see that!" He hissed. "I also see that
it is Xemnas' coat. Now what is it doing in here."
Saix
smirked again. "He must have dropped it."
Marluxia's eye
twitched and he reached forward to grasp the Diviner's hair, yanking
it back and forcing Saix to his knees.
"You were fooling
around with him weren't you?"
Saix didn't answer.
"WEREN'T
YOU! YOU FILTHY WHORE!"
Marluxia threw him forward suddenly.
Saix was too late to put his hands out. His face smashed into the
floor.
He lifted his head to growl at the assassin, his hair
bristling and his fierce yellow eyes beginning to glow.
Marluxia
simply stood watching the blood flow from the berserker's nose, a
thoughtful expression on his face.
He smirked.
"But of
course," He whispered, kneeling next to Saix and reaching out to
gently brush a hand over his cheek.
Saix pulled away.
"I
don't need to be gentle, do I?" Marluxia finished. His
smirk grew as Saix realised his intentions, his yellow eyes widening
in shock.
"Get the hell out of here XI." He growled
through his teeth.
Marluxia merely
chuckled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Thorn-covered vines
wrapped around his arms, blood dribbling steadily from the deep
lacerations. He felt himself lifted from the ground and slammed into
a wall.
Marluxia stood nearby, a victorious smirk painting his
features. "Having fun?"
Saix sent an icy grin in his
direction. "When I get down from here, Marluxia, so help
me I'll-"
"You'll what dear Saix?" Marluxia stepped
closer. He whispered into the Diviner's ear. "After this is
over, I don't expect you'll be able to walk, let alone summon the
energy to attack me."
He chuckled lowly as Saix thrashed
furiously, the thorns digging deeper with every movement.
"Now
then. This wall simply won't do, will it?" Another smirk.
Saix
barely registered the vines moving him again, or the feeling of being
laid on the soft white sheets of his bed, the vines pinning his arms
above his head. More vines joined them, trailing slowly down his bare
chest and slipping under the fabric of his trousers.
Marluxia
stood, enjoying the spectacle of a defenceless Saix, still
trying to free himself from the touch of the vines.
Saix grimaced
as the vines under his clothes instantly grew thorns, piercing his
skin before tearing the trousers to pieces and sliding back up his
body, leaving shallow scratches in his skin.
"What the hell
are you lau-AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Saix's shout of anger turned to a
shriek, as a thick, and thankfully thornless, vine abruptly entered
him, his eyes screwed up in agony.
"Mar-luxia! Y-you
bastard!" His voice was laboured, coming out in a series of
pained gasps. The vine rammed into him mercilessly before hitting the
bundle of nerves below his prostate. He released another shriek and
tears pricked the back of his eyes.
Marluxia snapped his fingers,
removing the vines, except for the ones pinning Saix's arms and
climbed onto the bed, his knees either side of the berserker's chest.
He leant down until his face was barely an inch from the diviner's,
his lips brushing Saix's as he spoke. "Now the real punishment
begins."
He assaulted Saix's lips again in a bruising kiss,
his tongue easily slipping through. His hands ran down Saix's sides,
feeling the muscle that lay under the smooth, pale skin.
During
the process, Marluxia's leather trousers and silk shirt had been
removed and Saix tensed at the feeling of Marluxia's length brushing
against his entrance.
"Oh yes Saix. There is no escaping
this." He chuckled lowly.
Saix opened his eyes, a haunting,
pleading message silently passing to the assassin.
Marluxia turned
his head away, refusing to meet the broken gaze of the diviner. He
pushed himself roughly in, not bothering to wait for Saix to grow
accustomed to his size. Saix screwed his eyes up again, tighter, and
hissed. The vine had been poor preparation for this.
Marluxia
rocked relentlessly, ignoring the tears that spilt down Saix's cheeks
and those that pricked his own eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The
fact that Marluxia was pounding viciously into him, barely registered
in Saix's mind. Even the sensation of being slammed roughly into the
wall with each thrust couldn't break him from his stupor.
He
stared, unseeing at the sheets of his bed. The once-spotless, white
cotton was now a sinister shade of crimson.
He winced slightly as
Marluxia reached his climax, filling him, the release stinging the
torn flesh inside him. However, he barely felt it, his nerves already
having gone numb.
Marluxia stepped back, not looking at the broken
nobody against the wall, held up only by the vines wrapped tightly
around his bloodied wrists. He pulled his trousers on and retrieved
his shirt from the floor before opening a portal from the room. He
stepped through, the tears falling silently from his eyes.
Saix
merely remained hanging from the vines, barely listening as Marluxia
stepped through a portal, leaving the room. He didn't notice the snap
of the assassin's fingers or the fact that the vines holding him up
had released him.
He didn't notice anything until he was laid
against the soft albeit slightly sticky carpet which was, like
himself, drenched in his own blood.
He closed his eyes slowly,
tears somehow still escaping.
"Why?" His voice cracked
with the pain and tears.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He sat
with his hand propping up his chin. He watched VIII and XII,
screaming at each other in an argument that would, no doubt, never be
solved.
He sighed.
He wished he'd stayed with Saix. Or at least
brought his cloak. Why did they have to choose Vexen's ass-numbingly
cold lab for their fight? Couldn't they bicker in a nice warm
place.
He rubbed his arms and turned his thoughts back to the
diviner. 'He probably got bored of waiting for me and found something
else to entertain himself with.' He sighed and smiled, defeated,
before rising and stepping into the heated argument.
