AN: So I'm just writing this based on the twisted dreams I've been having from following Spoony-chan and Arxaith on Youtube and DA, and loosely based on the Misadventures of MarVex. Thanks for the inspiration, guys! To people who have actually played the game, don't kill me for making everyone OOC. I did it on purpose, including making Vexen a little bit emo. Oh yeah, and I own nothing.

Roxas. That tender little body. Vexen sighed in frustration. Why wouldn't the boy just let Vexen have him?

Time to take matters into his own hands. Rape? No... not again. That wouldn't make Roxas eager to come to him. This called for a different approach.

The scientist sighed as he made his way to Roxas's room. He slipped inside without bothering to knock; he knew he'd be turned away if he did. Slipping off his cloak so that he was only wearing a frayed white button-down and white jeans, he laid the cloak on the back of the chair in front of Roxas's desk and snuggled up between the sheets.

Roxas woke up immediately, turning around so fast Vexen barely had time to jump in surprise.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" the teen panicked. Vexen smiled and reached out a gentle hand, smoothing out the cute boy's bedhead.

"Get away from me!"

The expected response. Vexen sighed. "I'm not here to rape you, boy," he informed Roxas, not that Roxas would believe him.

"Yeah, right. I'm going to go sleep in Axel's room." Roxas made as if to get out of the bed, but Vexen grabbed his arm.

"Please don't go," he whispered, his large emerald eyes pleading.

What? The question registered clearly in Roxas's blue eyes.

"Stay," begged Vexen. "Stay here with me. Let me hold you."

Roxas pursed his lips, considering the offer. On the one hand, he'd never seen Vexen act quite this pathetic. On the other hand, it could be just an act, meant to lower the boy's guard and get at his ass. Again. Roxas shuddered, swallowed, and hesitantly nodded.

"If you try to molest me, I'm leaving," he stated. Vexen was too relieved to even roll his eyes at the whiny comment. He opened his arms hungrily, and Roxas reluctantly snuggled into them. And there they lay till morning.

It wasn't a very peaceful sleeping arrangement. Vexen kept his promise not to rape the boy, but clearly he had fitful dreams. His hands tensed and his nails skimmed Roxas's tender young flesh. He squeezed the boy tightly, as though Roxas were but a teddy bear. For some reason, this turned Roxas on. He knew that a mad scientist having nightmares was a dangerous thing, but why not just give in, just this once? He wasn't being forced. He hadn't seen a needle in Vexen's hand, hadn't felt anything but the man's nails piercing his skin.

But... something was wrong. Vexen was never this nice. Not to Roxas. Not to anybody except Marluxia, who- signs and wonders- almost never let Vexen top him. More specifically, Vexen had acted like Roxas would break his heart by leaving. But that was impossible. Vexen didn't have a heart. How could it break?

Come to think of it, a lot of people had been acting strangely lately. Last night, Axel had picked Roxas up and swung him around before planting an affectionate kiss on his forehead. What the hell? And Marluxia had seen it and burst into tears. Again, what the HELL?

Experience had taught Roxas that whenever something weird was happening in the castle, it usually had something to do with Vexen and one of his experiments. For this reason, he gently nudged the older man awake.

Vexen slowly opened his eyes. Was he still dreaming? Ouch... his chest hurt so badly. Roxas was in his arms still, and seeing him there brought such unexpected joy that Vexen nearly cried.

Cried?

It was a success! His experiment had been a success! But no time to think about that now. Roxas was looking at him with a question in his big blues.

"What is it, my pet?" he asked tenderly, stroking back a lock of Roxas's hair.

"What did you do?" asked Roxas, his face a beautiful little display of sweet bewilderment. "Everybody's been acting really weird. Axel kissed me-"

"That's nothing new," muttered Vexen bitterly.

"-and Marluxia cried about it-"

Vexen narrowed his eyes. Why couldn't Marluxia cry over him once in awhile?

"-and you're being so nice to me. Why is all this happening?"

Vexen closed his eyes briefly. Great. It was taking hold faster than he'd expected.

"I was conducting-"

"-an experiment," finished Roxas, "and...?" Vexen flashed the boy a look of brief annoyance, then kissed his tiny cheek.

"I was getting to that, my sweet. I injected everybody with a serum that would form as a sort of surrogate heart in their chest, so that now we can feel."

Roxas's already-huge blue eyes widened. "That ought to be interesting," he commented.

"Very," agreed Vexen.

"But why?"

Vexen sat up slowly, his back aching, and looked around the dark room, taking in the large window, the bedside table, the desk, the chair that held his cloak.

"I wanted to know what it was like to love... and I wanted to know if anybody could love me, given the choice," he admitted.

"You know what would help with that?" asked Roxas. Vexen just looked at him. "Not trying to force yourself on them."

Vexen scoffed. Marluxia forced himself on everybody and Vexen still loved him. Didn't he? He felt something, which was clearly unrecipro-OUCH! Oh, the pain. This was sheer agony! How had his Somebody lived with this kind of pain? He doubled over, clutching the formerly hollow spot on his chest.

"Vexen?" The teen's voice registered only dimly. Where was that scream coming from? It was drowning out all conscious thought.

"Vexen! Jeez, I'm sorry, but it's true!" Roxas knelt up in the bed, wrapping his small arms around the yellow-haired man, trying to quell the screaming coming from his apparently-not-so-withered-with-old-age lungs. He was going to wake the whole castle!

It wasn't working! The only other thing Roxas could think of... yes, it's the only way. Roxas scuttled over in front of Vexen, raised his sallow face in both little hands, and kissed him, open-mouthed, on the lips.

Delirium. He'd gone delirious with pain. He was dreaming that Roxas was kissing him. Roxas would never voluntarily touch him. He reached up a tentative hand to brush the golden angel spikes. No, he wasn't hallucinating. Roxas was really kissing him. Immediately, the pain eased and the tension in his body melted away. He pulled away from the kiss, sobbing uncharacteristically.

"Are you okay?" asked Roxas, clearly freaked out. Vexen nodded shakily. "Listen, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but it's true. You've got to stop-"

"It... wasn't that," said Vexen softly. "I was thinking about..." He turned his head away.

"Are you sure this castle's ready for everyone to have emotions?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

Roxas blinked. Vexen softened, and kissed the boy's brow. "It's cute," he opined. "Besides, every experiment has its hazards."

Privately, Roxas thought they'd seen quite enough of those.

Will type the next part when I think of it and post it when I get around to it.