sick // a kingdom hearts one-shot
Marluxia's hate for Roxas was unconditional. After all, he had stolen all that had ever mattered to him. And without much thought, either. It all happened so quick. It made Marluxia sick to his stomach.
"Why are you with him?" the brunette had asked the blond one day. "What the hell does Axel see in you?"
Roxas could only smile. "Everything he doesn't see in you."
The conversation ended.
Marluxia had urges—violent urges—to just reach over and make Roxas feel the pain that he felt. Axel used to cause that pain in him…but Marluxia never really saw it as pain, but as pleasure…He couldn't believe himself sometimes, and neither could anyone else.
The thought of such a small, fragile boy under his control was almost sickening. Marluxia had been turned on and stepped on so many times, he took it in stride…he didn't even notice anymore…with exceptions, of course—the main one being a certain snide, ruthless man. But Roxas? Roxas would be easy to crack. Axel was spoiling him and showering him in all the "compassion" he didn't shower Marluxia with and it made him sick.
He licked his lips at the though of Roxas being under HIS control—the same way Axel had once held him…and he smirked at the look on Axel's face when he saw what the man had done—the look of a life crumbling. And then, at the right moment, just when Axel would think things couldn't get worse, Marluxia would look up to him and say, in the same smooth voice that had seduced the redhead months before:
"Eat your heart out."
The End.