Okay, Before anyone says anything. I DID NOT STEAL THIS STORY. I am XXXXXX, as well as Orcadia. I have forgotten the password and username for the other account, so I had it redone and voila, here it is!

Title: Broken Boys

Rating: M!!; Drug Referance, Alchohol, Sex Referance, Character Death

Summery: Just read the Story.

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"Looks grim right now--
Pretty soon we'll be laughing about it"

"Come here…" A rough hand grabbed at his chin, light indigo hair falling back in place over the pale clasp fingers. A pair of harsh lips dipped down to his face, enclosing his into a deep kiss.

"…" Again. He let out a slow sigh, his eyes looking down to the pair of lips that were glued to his own. "Marluxia…" He murmured, trying to pull away.

"No." The voice muttered, grabbing back and moving his hand to the back of his head, twirling his fingers around in the locks of hair. He bit down lightly on his lover's pale bottom lip. He thrust his tongue in, swirling it over the roof of his mouth, playfully swiping over the pink muscle that lay still in the wet mouth. It finally broke, Marluxia leaning back against the wall as he let the boy go. "How'd you like that, Zexi?"

"I want to go home." Zexion pouted, crossing his arms neatly over his gray tee shirt half covering the skull and crossbones that had been printed on it.

"Too bad…" Marluxia grinned, flipping his maroon tinted hair back behind his shoulders. "…No one will miss you."

"My mother?" He raised a finger, his blue-gray eyes looking over the boy's body.

Marluxia chuckled, rolling his own eyes as a grin continued to play across his pale face. "That whore? She probably doesn't even know you're still alive, she's so plowed when she comes home."

"…Don't…talk about…my mom…like that, you bastard!" Zexion lurched forward, fingers posed to claw at Marluxia.

"No, no, no." Marluxia scolded. "Don't be that way…" He pulled his hand to hold to the wrist of his attacker as he pressed the lithe body against the wall. His other hand caressed softly against the pale cheek, he pulled his lips to the soft piece of cold flesh. His flicked his tongue out, running it across the smooth face.

He could hear Zexion shutter as he felt the wet muscle play across his face. "You know you like it…"

"Please…Marly…Let me go home…" He whimpered, a slow tear drifting down his how reddened cheek.

Marluxia's tongue quickly lapped up the salty liquid as he pulled away. "You can stay here with me tonight…I know how you loath being alone."

Zexion opened his mouth in protest, but a finger was quickly placed over the peach lips.

"Shh, babe…" Marluxia slurred, his blue eyes glancing over the shivering frame. "Are you going to be good now?"

"What if I don't?" He scoffed, pulling back but being stopped by the green painted walls.

Marluxia grinned wider. "I thought you'd ask." He let his arm fall back, drawing down to pick up a black bag. He dug his hand inside; Zexion could hear the metal clink. He knew what was coming.

A pair of hand cuffs. "I would hate to stay in the closet all night, wouldn't you?"

Zexion gulped, his eyes racing over the scene of the older man in front of him. "…No…Marly…"

"Too late, precious." He smirked, opening one of the cold metal rings. He pulled the wrist back to him, pulling the hand to press against his own chest. "You feel that?" The heartbeat was steady, "Its beating for you…" He closed the ring around the thin appendage. Marluxia tightened the cuff till it clicked, and the metal rubbed roughly against his lover's skin. "Want to go to bed, Zexi?"

Zexion shook his head quickly, trying to pull his wrist from the bondage. "…No…"

"Fine," Marluxia shrugged, "Not tonight." He drug the body forward almost making Zexion trip over his twisted legs.

The stair was a bit forced as He pulled the indigo beauty down with him. The lower level of the house was just like the other. A long beige carpet ran down the corridor, fanning out into five doors. The two at the end were bedrooms, One that he almost lived in 24/7 and the other that his brother used to occupy till he moved out. Now it was just always open for his favorite captive. The middle door was a bathroom, including an antique bathtub, a porcelain sink with a bar of strawberry soap and a shower, which often was dirty. The other two were towards the family room, a regular 39 inch color television and two mahogany couches, and the kitchen where Marluxia spent the most time with the liquor fridge and boxes of reheated pizza.

He pulled the captive towards the unused bedroom, slipping through the door as he flipped on the light.

Zexion shaded his eyes over with his free hand as he was jerked forward. He fell to the bed, his body lying deep in the cerulean sheets. He felt the body crawl over his legs, straddling on his hips as he pursed forward over Zexion's chest. His arms adventured over the abdomen as he pulled the cuffed hand to the bedpost. Marluxia opened the second metal ring and twirled it around the post. He moved his lips to the thin neck, leaving soft kisses over the skin as he slowly rolled off Zexion's body. "…You know that you'll be missing me, Zexi…" He smirked. "But I'm only a room away…"

He drew down and kissed his forehead as he began to leave. "Goodnight, sexy." Marluxia flipped the light back off, leaving Zexion in the darkness once again to his own thoughts. "Hmmm?"

He waited for Zexion's scripted answer. "Goodnight, Marluxia." He struggled against the metal loop; it was beginning to chafe at his wrist.

Zexion heard the door click; the lock on the other side was twisted. He was finally alone.

Marluxia hated leaving him alone. He wanted to just rush inside and 'have his way' with him. He tossed his peach colored hair to the side as he leaned back against the wall. "Zexi…Zexi…Zexi…why'd you have to say no again?" He was talking to himself really, but he knew that he was thinking of the indigo haired boy. "You'll learn some--"

Bring. Bring. Phone, again. Marluxia let out a rugged sigh, sulking towards the old black phone that hung from the wall.

"Er…Hello?" He muttered into the receiver, twirling the cord around his waist.

"Marly?" A voice murmured from the other end. Marluxia recognized it immediately.

"Axel!" He shrieked. "Long time no hear, buddy."

A chuckle emanated from the other end. "True…True, Flower-Child."

"So, Axel, what are you up to nowadays?" He sat down silently at one of the stools in the kitchen, pulling on the long cord to stretch to his new perch.

"Usual." Axel shrugged. "I was just planning a party tomorrow at the local club, you know, regular scene? Just wondering if you'd be interested, you know, pick up some cuties?"

"Well, Axe," He took a glance back at the guest room, he could hear the soft sleeping breathing of his boyfriend, "I'd love to, but I have a boyfriend now, and I don't know…"

"Bring him along, Marly!" Axel chuckled. "I'd love to have both of you, just no naughty stuff in my apartment."

Marluxia still let out a defeated sigh. "Heh, No, he won't let me get that close, Axel. I'm still trying to break him in."

"Oh, what's his name?" Axel seemed interested.

"Zexi. Well, Zexion, he's still in high school, I don't know…I'll bring him, but you have to keep off."

"Promise." Axel agreed, crossing his fingers (even though Marluxia couldn't see though the phone.) "You going to take the train over in the morning? I'll pick you up from the Station here at, say, eleven?"

"Okay." Marluxia gave in. "I'll get us up for the Six o'clock train, be there at ten-thirty. We'll stay for the club scene and spend the night, is that okay?"

"Yeah, fine. Say hi to your sexy boyfriend for me." The phone dropped, the line was gone.

Marluxia retreated to the wall-hung cradle as he placed the phone in once again.

He sprung to the white door for the guest bedroom, not even bothering to knock as he plowed his way through. "Zexi!"

Zexion had barely even made it to sleep; his arm was already asleep as he felt the warm body curl up with him.

"You're not going to school tomorrow." He decided for the boy as he pulled up the gray tee-shirt and began to trace circles around one of the fogged nipples on Zexion's chest.

"…I'm…I'm not?" Zexion glanced up with bewildered eyes. He loved school, maybe because he just got away from Marluxia.

He had met Marluxia when he was a freshman; Marly of course was a senior. Their relationship had started out like any other; Marluxia would never try anything he thought too forward on his small lover. But as the years went on, Marluxia was more and more aggressive. He was never allowed to think for himself, or else, much to his hated memories, the bruises and scars would return.

"Nope, babe. We're going to one of my old friends for some clubbing." Marluxia smiled, nuzzling into Zexion's neck.

"But, Marly, I'm not even old enough for clubbing." He tried to pull away but the handcuffs were withholding him from getting away.

Marluxia flicked his tongue back to the hot neck, "…Mmmm…Baby…come on…no one is going to care…"

Zexion rolled his eyes as he let Marluxia continue until he finally drifted off to sleep. "…No, Marly…" Zexion slurred as he too drifted off. "…I care."