Marluxia/Zexion (c) SquareEnix
Story (c) Gunzaimyx


Marluxia had him cornered. There was no escape.

"Come now, Zexion. Its just a tender beating."

Zexion swallowed hard, not looking at the craving smile that leered over at him. A single sweat trailed down the side of his face. "No… I can't." he said trembling.

"What's this? You give up? Can't take it anymore?"

Lay. Sex. Estacy.

Zexion couldn't find a way out.

Naked. Desire. Exotic.

All he wanted.

Yearn. Tickle. Lick.

Everything was there.

Touch. Rough. Yum.

"You're a sick freak, you know what, Marluxia?" Zexion said.

Moan.

"You're just afraid to try something new" Marluxia softly said.

Zexion could sense the seductive tone in his voice; it brought a chill up his spine.

"You want it? Hit me. Come and get me."

Zexion had no more moves to pull, no more strings to control.

He was overpowered.

"Come on, Zexion. Give me what you got."

Tempting…

Marluxia was tempting him. He couldn't fall into it, because if he did, he would humiliate himself. But it was surprising enough on how Marluxia was excellent at what he does.

He was really good.

Zexion chuckled and looked off to the side. His bangs block that side of his face.

Marluxia stared carefully at him, waiting for his next move.

With steady fingers, Zexion moved his three pieces on the board.

Run.

Marluxia stared at the placed word and then looked at Zexion.

"That's it? Out of all that time? We wasted an hour just for you to put down that 3-letter word?"

Zexion was embarrassed. It wasn't like him to struggle.

Marluxia crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. "I'm disappointed, Zexion. This doesn't even peek my interest. Its not…erotic enough."

Zexion sighed and looked at him back at him.

This eagerness shined in his eyes.

"Not erotic enough? I think you misunderstood my message." Zexion stood up from his seat. "Marluxia. I won."

Marluxia gave him a confused look. "Come again, I didn't hear you. Did you say you 'won'?"

Zexion leaned forward on the table to him.

"I guess my message didn't pass through that thick head of yours. You thought you got me, but it is I that got you. If my final message in this game of Scrabble still doesn't peek your interest, well then… You better start running…because I'm about to make things…erotic…"


Scrabble anyone? Thanks for reading!