He was looking at him from across room as he so often did these days, with a deep longing to hold him and caress his lovely body. Why Marluxia felt such things for the chilly academic, even he did not know, all he knew was that he had to have him and he could think of nothing else until he did.
Vexen was perhaps not what would be called handsome in the standard definitions of things but maybe that's what Marluxia loved about him. He was tall and elegant, skin like ivory with beautiful long straw coloured hair, his eyes were the deepest emerald and he had a deep passion for science and experimentation, could that same passion show itself in other facets of his life?
"Why are you staring at me, number eleven?" Vexen said, with a noticeable disdain in his voice.
It was than that Marluxia realized that a bulge had begun to grow in his pants. Damn it how embarrassing he thought, he lowered the book he was reading over his crotch in an attempt to hide his hard cock.
"I wasn't staring at you Vexen. I was just lost in thought and happened to be glancing in your direction"
He hoped he sounded convincing, though the smirk on Vexen's face shattered that illusion. Always he was so abrasive towards him and always he referred to him as number eleven, never by his name.
"As you wish number eleven, you just happened to be looking in my direction my mistake"
Vexen looked at him with his piercing green eyes, his stare was so intense Marluxia felt as if his very soul was being opened, he felt utterly naked and weak under that gaze, he tried to stare back but was forced to look away. He glanced back only to see that Vexen was still staring at him, with that smirk on his face again.
"Well than, I must tend to my plants" it was a poor excuse but he could not stay in the room under that gaze. Carefully he got up and adjusted his bulge so it wouldn't be noticed by all.
"Enjoy number 11" he said with a hint of laughter, as always Vexen was a man of few words.
So the days passed, he tried to steal glances of Vexen whenever he could, hoped for the days he would hear his voice. Just speaking his name alone in his bedroom made his body shiver. Often at night he would lay awake thinking of possible scenarios where he could bump into Vexen, just to touch his body. He would think of things he always wanted to say," I love you…I need you" Marluxia wanted to say all these things but he didn't. Ever so confident in all other things but when it came to Vexen, he always felt unworthy.