A/N: Well, I decided to write some light OrgXIII smut, since I can't seem to write for my Saix x Xigbar fit at the moment. This drabble is dedicated to Kemi, because she didn't want me to write it. (And no, I won't wait to submit this on the 8th because Marluxia isn't seme, so it wouldn't fit that day... so whatever...) Don't take this drabble too seriously, it wouldn't like that...
Pairing: Axel x Marluxia
Rating: …it's SMUT. Eh, I guess older teen or something, since it's not graphic…
Words: 482
He was pinned down, over powered. He had never though that it would turn out this way, he had assumed he'd have been able to dominate the frail man. The other was so small compared to himself. He hadn't thought that the other man could be so strong, regardless of his advantages.
It hurt, seared into him, left marks, and scars he was sure. And that was just the other's hands alone. He wriggled under the man, not sure he could take this. Marluxia had never, not even in hypothetical thought, imagined that this could turn out like this. Marulxia pushed against him, his hands seemingly everywhere. It was too warm. Too much, everywhere. He felt his zipper being undone, the leather only peeling back and allowing in more heat. Marluxia's breath hitched. Axel's tongue felt cooler than a tongue should, trailing down his chest lightly. Not everything burned with him, and Marulixa had somehow forgotten that.
But the heat wasn't all Axel's. Not at all. Marluxia was a sadistic kind of man that was known simply as a masochist among the others. While his thoughts wheeled and his mind numbed, his body tingled. He had never really been in this position; he was usually where Axel was.
He didn't have time for those thoughts though, his body was too busy forcing whimpers from his mouth as Axel worked his way down, removing what was needed as he went.
Marluxia realized why Axel's legs would shake, why his back would arch, why his rolled back, and why he was so willing to spread his legs.
They weren't together, but rather just came to each other for fulfillment when they needed it. It was an unspoken agreement. The underground members had their own business to attend to, and Larxene always made it vaguely clear that she had better things to do then partake in such things. So after awhile things just seemed to happen, and neither protested since then.
It was too warm. His breath was rapid. He leaned up, hands snaking in violent red locks of hair. He curled forward, his chest just above his hands. His whole body felt as though it was shaking, his body was hypersensitive, and yet numb all in one instant.
A mere moment later his hands were folded across his stomach and he was laying flat on his back. He opened his eyes slowly; he hadn't even remembered closing them.
He was still working on catching his breath when he heard a barely audible snicker. A single sound defined him so well as the smug bastard he was. Marluxia leaned up on his elbows, narrowing his eyes at him. He didn't care how good it felt, he was too venerable.
"Just… give me a moment. You're next."
It should have sounded menacing, but Marluxia was having a hard time conveying the right tone at the moment.