"I hate you."
It was a panicked, loathing whisper that escaped the academic's lips as the poison slowly, every so slowly started to settle into his brain, numbing his mind. Marluxia pushed his protesting hands away as though he were a child, easily, all too easily. Vexen glared, fighting hard to keep control of his body, of his mind, but he felt himself being being forced backward, his hands securely held by bindings he could not quite place. Mentally, he knew exactly what was happening though he did not want to admit to it. Admitting would mean that he would be forced to give that damned Assassin the pleasure of knowing that he had been outsmarted, out-planned, and overwhelmed.
"I hate you." He repeated, just wishing he could feel the undeniable and icy sense of loathing, of repulsion, and yet only drawing up a jittery sense of restlessness and seething abhorrence, staring into those startlingly crystalline eyes, hooded by long, fluttering lashes that stared right back at his own poison green shade with a hint of laughter. His smirk spoke for itself, but the Assassin saw fit to add in his two cents.
"Don't humor yourself, you can't hate me." He admonished as he might to a simpleton, his voice thick with enjoyment, amusement, as he tilted his head playfully, unzipping the coat slowly, relishing Vexen's heated glare.
"I hate you." He repeated, hearing his words becoming softer, less focused, but no less angry. Apparently, the poison was not going to give him the privilege of passing out before the sadistic assassin had his fulfillment. He felt the jacket slip from his slender form, crumpling to the floor in a flurry of heavy leather. He felt the greenhouse air caressing his skin, balmy, filling his lungs before he even bothered to notice gloved hands running along his torso, gingerly and selectively, as though choosing where to begin.
Vexen grit his teeth, feeling plush lips run along his neck, all the way to his ear, as graceful fingertips ran through his long strands of cornsilk hair. For all his gentleness, Vexen could feel his own muscles tense, even through the pain of the poison, knowing what was to come, dreading what was to come, hating what was to come.
"Say it, one more time." That taunt, the challenge within the Assassin's voice was so plainly mocking, it echoed in the Academic's mind, repeating itself in the haze of his defeat like a warning of the only sort of reward he could ever expect of being around this sadistic, staggeringly beautiful bastard.
"I hate you." In a flash of a second, he slammed down on the table, hard, his weakened body writhing in pain even through the paralysis. Those crystal blue eyes hovered above, glinting wickedly, needy.
Thus it begun.