Vexen's Obsession
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: VexenMarluxia
"Something's up with Jack. Something's up with Jack.
Don't know if we're ever going to get him back."
-Jack's Obsession::Danny Elfman & The Citizens of Halloween
Marluxia hated Vexen when he was like this.
Absolutely loathed him. Positively despised him. Utterly detested him with a passion.
But only when he was like this. Definitely only when Vexen was like the unfeeling cold-hearted monstrosity that sat before him, sulking over many an odd manner of scientific theorization and experimental designing that all the world seemed but a shadow's whisper to him. His usually dull green eyes now burned with a passion, reserved exclusively for work and science, and Marluxia couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Never had Vexen looked at him that way.
Never.
And Marluxia hated it.
But tonight was going to be different.
As Vexen's hunched form remained unmoving, unconcerned by the tiny ominous click that resounded through his lab as Marluxia locked the door, undisturbed by the steady rhythmic clack of stilettos on cold marble, the Graceful Assassin silently contemplated if he had taken things too far this time.
No…of course he hadn't.
"Oh Vexen…" he whispered soothingly, gloved fingers snaking their way from his shoulders down to his bare fingers.
The academic sighed. "What is now, XI? Can't you see I'm busy?" he muttered irritably without even looking up.
"That's the problem, IV." He hissed as he nibbled affectionately on Vexen's earlobe. "You're always too busy. Learn to have a little fun."
"I have no time for fun, Marluxia." Vexen countered sourly. "Now please, leave."
"That isn't an option, Vexy-poo."
Without warning, Vexen was suddenly spun around on his chair, accidentally knocking a few important notes and used pens unto the floor as he was forced to face his persistent "partner".
"MARLUXIA! What the hell do you-" Vexen was immediately cut off as a well-placed boot heel found its way to his groin area and threatened to pierce it with one swift poke.
The pink-haired deviant chuckled.
"Don't worry Vexen-baby…it's only for a few hours. I'm sure work can wait. And besides…" he cooed, lazily moving his coat to give the stunned Nobody a better look at the specially-made outfit he had so graciously borrowed from Larxene. Leather, lace and all, enough to get the best reaction from Vexen since he paraded around his room in a zebra-skin thong; Marluxia broke into a coy little grin."…you wouldn't want your reports to get dirty, now would you?"
Vexen remained shocked and speechless.
"I didn't think so."
Despite the obvious fact that higher beings of his ilk were incapable of actual emotion, they had the privilege of remembering what such sensations were like.