A/N: Thank you very much, everyone who cared to review, and especially you who took the time to write some long ones.
I was planning on updating earlier, but my poor laptop had a stroke... He died and would not wake up again. At the moment I am stationed at my mother's computer, and it was only sheer luck that I had sent this chapter to my beta some time before the crash. I also managed to save most of the unpubliced part of the story, but if I can't revive my old computer it has to be beta read all over again. He has been delivered on service so I might have him back in a week or a month, with or without the data, so we will see when I update next.
But enough ranting! The second chapter is finally here, so please, sit back and enjoy!
Marluxia opened his eyes slowly to find himself in an unfamiliar bed. It was a grand mahogany four-poster with velvet drapes reaching all the way to the roof about five meters above him and thick silken sheets. His clothes were still on but even so he was wrapped up tightly in the sheets as not to freeze. His gaze took in his surroundings in puzzlement. The room he dwelled in was large, square-shaped with arched roof and a heavy door at the opposite end of the bed. The walls were fine wooden panel the three first meters and went over to stone where the arch began. It was truly fit for a king.
"I bid you welcome, Marluxia, to my house," Vexen's voice said smoothly. It wasn't as if it was a shock to see the older leaning against the wall at the right hand of the bed. But oh, how pale he was. He was almost as white as the bed sheets, his nails sharp as razors and his cheeks and eyeholes hollow. He was worse than he had been at their first meeting. Marluxia was sure he could see a shade of red in those usually frosty green eyes. His clothes were changed for a linen shirt that was wider than the last one and a pair of tight, black pants that showed every line of his perfect legs.
"W-what am I doing here?" the younger asked, getting up to a sitting position. There was no anger in his voice, only fear.
"It was about time you got to see your home," Vexen answered, a grin flashing over his face showing lethal fangs.
"No… No, you can't do this!!" Marluxia cried as the other walked slowly over to his side.
"And even so it looks like I am," he said, leaning over the younger, supporting himself with one hand on each of his sides. Marluxia gave a shudder as their lips brushed ghostly against each other.
"Y-you're c-cold as death," he stuttered. Vexen leaned back again, seating himself on the edge of the bed.
"I apologize. I have been keeping watch over you as you slept and have not fed for two days."
"I've been out for that long? What are you thinking, standing here all the time?" Marluxia asked, though a small part of him was glad Vexen had cared to do it.
"I wanted to be here when you woke up and I was uncertain of how much you had consumed of the medicament. So all I could do was wait."
Vexen rose to his feet again.
"I will leave then. You are of course welcome to venture wherever you like in the castle, seeing it is your home no-"
"Forget it! I'm not staying here another second!" Marluxia yelled. Vexen's eyes narrowed dangerously again, though this time was different. Marluxia was sure he could see a flash of red blazing in his eyes.
"What have I told you about your temper? We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It does not matter to me whether you consider this castle your home or your prison, is that clear?"
The younger gave a slight nod, not meeting his eyes. "Good. You may go wherever you like inside the castle walls except for the northern tower and the bottom basement. If you wish to go out in the grounds ask me first as the front door is usually kept locked. The servants are, of course, at your disposal if there is anything you need while I am away."
"A-alright…"
"Any questions?"
"Why am I not allowed in the tower or the basement?" Marluxia asked. Vexen gave him a suspicious glance before he answered.
"The basement is simply something mortals would not like to see. By all means, go down and see for yourself but the smell of decay will probably have you turn before you are even close. The northern tower is my quarters. I allow no one up there. Perhaps after you have been changed…"
And with that he turned, the heavy door flying open by itself as he strode out and closing itself as he disappeared. So this had become Marluxia's new world. A fort of stone and a courtyard…
X
Marluxia soon found that exploring the whole castle would take several days. He had been walking around for three hours and hadn't seen a single person. The place must have been ludicrously expensive. Paintings, drapes and furniture all seemed centuries old and even so they were in the finest order. Marluxia took a liking to the silent and dimly lit corridors and hallways. It was impossible to say how many stores there were. One day he would count the steps of all the stairs in the castle, he thought with a snigger.
"Young master!"
Marluxia turned as he heard the voice of a girl from behind him. It wasn't he she was calling for master?
"I was looking for you but I could not find you in your room," she said. She was probably one of the servant girls seeing her clothes were simple and a bit worn. She was skinny with blonde, curly hair reaching to the small of her back.
"You were looking for me?" Marluxia asked puzzled.
"The Master told me to prepare you a meal and if you would like, give you a tour around the castle."
"Y-yes, please! I'd be happy to, I am starving…"
The girl showed him to a small dinning hall where the table was already prepared. He was told to eat whatever he wanted and listened to the girl telling about the castle and how the master had taken her in as a servant when he had found her abandoned in the street. It was obvious she knew nothing of Vexen's legacy as she said she would happily do anything for the man who had saved her life. Marluxia felt pain in his heart at the thought that she might end her days at the hands of the one she pledged her existence to. Or perhaps Vexen actually cared about her? He had taken her in, after all.
After dinner it was the grand tour. He had a feeling he wouldn't remember much of the hallways he had seen. They were so many, and the rooms were even more numerous. It was a wonder that Vexen had it in him to live in such a place. Marluxia did his best to remember the most important though. If he was being forced to live in such a place then surely he didn't want to get lost. His own chambers were located in the east wing. There was a small bathroom across the hallway and a tiny dinning hall down the same corridor. Now what interested him the most until now was the giant library in the mid-tower of the castle. He was sure there were three hundred meters to the roof and every inch of the circular room was covered with bookshelves and there was a large study lying as a ring around the whole complex. He must have spent the whole day exploring it for darkness surely came soon. Vexen did not turn up until he was in the middle of the supper. The servant girl who had accompanied him most of the day immediately rose to her feet as her master entered, bowed and hurried out to leave the two alone.
Vexen was again back to normal, his skin, his cheeks and lips slightly rosy. He pulled up a chair beside the younger.
"How have you been?"
"Surprisingly well, actually," Marluxia answered. "I suppose I could have had worse. Though without the servant girl I would have been pretty lonely."
"You like her?" Vexen asked with an amused smile.
"She is good company."
"Then she is yours."
"What?"
Marluxia stared at him in confusion.
"I give her to you. I was planning on waiting until she was sixteen before I took her life, but she is better use for you."
"Wait, wha… what do you mean by that?" Marluxia asked, though he had a faint idea.
"She will be your servant, until I change you. Then she will be your first kill."
"I will not kill her," Marluxia said, glaring at the other. "I am not fit for this, haven't you seen yet?"
"I have. So I will just have to teach you. A hunter will starve if he is not free of remorse. But you have already come a long way. You almost seemed worried when I had not fed the last days."
"But I can never do such a thing!" Marluxia cried.
"We will see about that when your virgin fangs hovers over her pale neck," Vexen said with a deep chuckle. "Speaking of virgin," he added quietly, giving Marluxia a devious smirk.
"…No! No, no, no, no, no!!" Marluxia said wide-eyed, crossing himself several times before he held up his fingers like a cross in front of the other. Vexen simply blinked at him questioning. "Don't even think about it!" the younger cried with tears in his eyes.
"That is far from your decision to make, now is it?" Vexen said, obviously enjoying the situation. "The only reason why you are objecting is because you know it will happen no matter how hard you struggle."
"That's not true!! Please, Vexen! Listen to me! I don't want this! I wish you could just let me back to my old life and forget everything about me!"
"You do not," Vexen said simply. Marluxia gave him a desperate look.
"What ever does it take to get you to understand? I am a Catholic! In my world men do not make love!"
"Ah, but we will not."
Marluxia looked at him in confusion.
"Let me explain a bit clearer," Vexen said, standing up with his head bowed so his bangs were hiding his expression, his palms supporting him at the table surface.
"Making love is when both parts share the sensation on an emotional level, not just physical, because they love each other and cherish such a moment. Now when just one of the two has that in mind it can hardly even be called sex!" Vexen scowled before he turned on his heel and without casting one glance back at the other he left the room, the door slamming shut behind him at its own accord.
Marluxia sat left alone, astounded by the other's actions. Perhaps Vexen was a bit touchy after all…? Was he going to give up?
X
It was a thoughtful Marluxia that went to bed that night, dressed only in a large silken nightshirt. Vexen had sacrificed much for him, there was no question about that, but he hadn't really asked for anything either. Why was he so uncertain of his own feelings? Why did he have this ache in his heart to feel the other's touch? He was a Catholic and should not have thoughts like those he had. Vexen was a sinner, and if it weren't for his immortality he would be doomed to hell. Then again, nothing is eternal. Vexen's only weakness seemed to be the sun… and perhaps his emotions. For Marluxia had to admit that Vexen really seemed to love him, even if he didn't show it in the most affectionate ways.
He silently snuggled up in the thick sheets, trying to feel comfortable his first night at what was likely to be his prison forever. He was surprised how easy it actually was. In fact he found himself at home very easily.
X
He woke up from a light slumber as he felt warm breath against his face. He slowly opened his eyes and stared right into a pair of frosty green pools. At that moment he could have killed Vexen for his cat-like agility, scaring him like that. The older was hovering over him, supported on his palms and knees.
"Good evening, Marluxia."
There was no affection in his voice this time. No malice, nor anything. Just… stoic. His eyes were devoid of emotion. Marluxia couldn't have been asleep for long; Vexen wasn't much paler than he'd been at the supper, though the colour was almost gone from his cheeks.
"V-Vexen, you startled me…"
The older ignored the remark, pulled away the sheets and sat down on Marluxia's knees starting to unbutton the other's shirt.
"Vexen, w-what are you doing??" Marluxia asked though he knew very well what was in the other's mind and he felt anxiety building up. Once again he was ignored and so he did the only thing he could and tried to seize the older man's wrists. Seconds later Vexen had smacked him hard in the face. A bright, red mark appeared slowly on Marluxia's left cheek. His mouth was hanging slightly open in shock and tears streamed down his face. He had cried so much lately, but this was different. All the other times it had been because he was being pushed but now… disappointment? He had believed Vexen wouldn't harm him any more… But that false sense of security was now gone.
"I have waited for so long… I have been so patient," Vexen murmured, gently caressing the red mark with his thumb. "The time has come. Tonight I will take your virtue."
"You don't have to do it this way," Marluxia pleaded, biting back a sob.
"You chose this way."
"I did not. You are hurting yourself much more than you are hurting me right now," Marluxia whispered.
"As if you could ever care," Vexen said and pulled the other up to face level and claimed his lips, rough and demanding.
Marluxia groaned into his mouth and tried to pull away but Vexen had the strength of a hundred men, denying him retreat. The older tilted forwards, pinning him to the mattress, and snaked one hand in between them so he could feel Marluxia's bare stomach having the younger squirm at the alien contact. Vexen broke up, kissing his way down his throat, sucking hard on his Adam's apple making the younger throw his head back in an attempt to get away. Vexen moved further down, sliding his shirt off his shoulders so he could access his chest. Marluxia gasped and arched his back as Vexen's mouth found a nipple, bucking his whole body up involuntarily as he licked and sucked on the sensitive flesh having it harden between his hot lips. Marluxia's breathing was going in heavy gasps as Vexen ran his hands up his body, knowing exactly where to find the nerves. He clenched his fists in the older one's shirt, trying to push him off.
"V-Vexen, please! This is wrong!!" Marluxia cried though heavy gulps of air.
"The way you squirm makes it seem like you are rather enjoying yourself," Vexen said with a predatory grin. He sat up and opened his arms, giving a wicked smirk. "Take my shirt off, Marluxia. You know you want to and now is your chance."
Marluxia stared at him with wide eyes. His expression so sinful and inviting it was to die for. The tight pants he wore didn't exactly soften the impression.
Trembling hands reached up to fiddle with the buttons in the older one's shirt. A triumphant smile flashed over his face as Marluxia was close to tearing the clothing off of him in desperation. As soon as his shirt was thrown to the floor he seized Marluxia's right wrist.
"Why do you deny yourself what your heart is aching so desperately for?" he asked and pressed the other's palm flat against his own flawless chest. Marluxia was only staring at him wide-eyed in both awe and fear. How could anyone be so beautiful?
Vexen seized the moment to attack his shirt, pushing him determinedly down again.
"You will soon see," he said, working his way on the last buttons holding the clothing together over Marluxia's crotch. "That there is nothing wrong in wanting, only denying yourself to live."
Marluxia whimpered and arched his back reluctantly as the older trailed a hand up his bare thigh, tearing his nightshirt off with the other, revealing his naked form. The younger automatically tried to cover himself but Vexen pinned his arms to his sides.
"Do not hide. You are beautiful," he whispered, his eyes roaming the other's features.
"Quit lying," Marluxia hissed, struggling as best as he could.
"Why would I lie to you now? You are not going anywhere whether you want to or not. I have no reason to deceive you further."
Marluxia's lip was quivering; he was on the edge of crying again. He had lost all control of his life now. Vexen was in charge. He called the shots and Marluxia could do nothing to stop him no matter what he wanted and of all things he could ever demand, this was it.
"Please, Vexen…" he begged quietly, pressing his eyes shut. His only answer was soft lips closing over his own for a short moment before the other pulled away. A gentle smile spread across his lips as Marluxia opened his eyes. His expression was affectionate again, nothing like when the younger had first woken up. He had a feeling it was his own fault Vexen had acted like that. Didn't he believe that Marluxia loved him? Had he really thought the younger held no emotion to him?
"My love… If your God cared about you he would love you just as much even if you were broken by a man," Vexen murmured, stroking a hand up the inside of his thighs. "Do you fear that if your God leaves you, no one will love you? Or do you fear that you will actually enjoy it?" he asked with a quiet snicker.
"Both…" Marluxia whispered, tears filling his eyes. "I… I am so sorry, Vexen. I'm only hurting you," he said, grabbing his shirt and sitting up again, clenching the clothing in his hands so he wouldn't feel so exposed.
"What do you mean…?" the older asked with a confused smile. Marluxia stared at him for a while, not sure of what to say.
"I've done nothing but reject you… I don't want to hurt you, I never did, I swear! I've just been so scared!"
"…Do not think about it, Marluxia… I expected nothing else when I first found you."
"Don't you see? That's the problem!" the younger cried. "I was just too scared to admit it, but… the fact is… I… I love you… I love you so awfully much!"
Vexen looked at him in silence for a moment.
"There is no point in pitying me if that is what you are-"
"I… I can't do this, Vexen… I'm sorry," Marluxia said covering his eyes and was on his way to stand up and put his shirt back on as Vexen grabbed his hips and forced him down on his lap.
"I told you, this is the night. You are not leaving."
Marluxia went mute, feeling his own nude body pressed against Vexen's bare chest. He gasped in shock as he felt Vexen's hands closing around his length.
"V-Vexen!!"
Marluxia's struggle didn't last long however as the older one's hands started to work their way up and down his shaft having the younger slump back against his chest giving a quiet moan of pleasure. A heavy groan escaped him as Vexen sped up, finding a steady rhythm.
"Enjoy it, my love. That is what I want you to," Vexen murmured into his ear, nuzzling his neck gently. Marluxia gave a small whimper. He had never experienced anything similar, never felt such pleasure and especially not because of another man. He felt the older grin into his shoulder as he hardened.
"Do not worry. It may take time to get used to the intimacy," Vexen murmured, retrieving one hand to stroke some strands of hair away from Marluxia's sweaty forehead before he returned, faster.
Another whimper, louder this time. It was getting painfully hard. Vexen's teeth were gracing the skin of his neck.
"Try to relax."
Marluxia gave a groan, arching his hips onto the other.
"Vexen…"
His mind didn't seem to work properly. There was nothing else but Vexen, Vexen, Vexen, that horribly, delightfully sinful pleasure and Vexen. By now he was starting to pre-cum, coating the other's fingers.
"Hnn…"
He groaned, bucking up to meet his hands. If the other let go of him now he was going to fall for sure. His balance was completely out of function. He was going to die. He was going to die, and Vexen would revive him to eternal life and he would have this every day… hopefully… No… this was wrong, so horribly wrong. Stop it, Stop it, stop, don't! Don't… Don't stop, don't stop, damn it!! Yes, yes, yes!
"Try to relax," Vexen repeated and Marluxia realized his nails were digging into his palms. The heat and tension was everywhere around him, inside him, his whole body screaming as the other kept pumping him and he was sure this could lead to no other sensation than heaven and if that was it, then that was the kind of heaven he preferred. And as he came to this conclusion he released in a scream of pleasured pain.
He slumped back against the bare chest behind him, sliding down some inches seeing he was laced in sweat, his body radiating warmth. Vexen licked his hands clean before he ran his fingers through Marluxia's sweaty bangs.
"Promise me you'll be doing that again soon," the younger whispered, closing his eyes. Vexen merely gave a chuckle.
"We have barely begun the night, my love."
"W-what then…?" Marluxia asked, looking up at him in slight confusion. Could men do any more than this? Vexen chuckled, truly amused.
"So naïve… So ignorant," he whispered to himself.
"Oh, come on, Vexen!"
"Heh… I can vaguely recall someone who was rather uninterested ten minutes ago," the older said with a smirk.
"And what if that is my big master plan?" Marluxia asked, making a crafty grin. "Having you throw me off because I seem interested?"
"In other words, you have changed your mind when it comes to sin?"
"I… I think so…"
"What a turn of events…"
Vexen grinned smugly before he pushed the younger up from his lap and got to his feet, shoving him down on the soft mattress again. He crawled over the other, once again surprising Marluxia with his incredible agility.
"You're being unfair, Vexen," the younger said, innocent eyes looking up at the other hovering over him. He was rather uncomfortable being naked in front of someone else.
"Patience, my love," Vexen murmured, pressing a soft kiss against his neck. "I have the whole night to give you a lection about the ways of sin."
But even so he pulled back, getting to his feet again so he was standing at the edge of the bed. Marluxia shifted so he was sitting in front of Vexen, his hands moving to the older one's pants. With shaking fingers he undid the belt and slowly pulled down the skin-tight clothing. Vexen had to bite back a laugh, seeing the other's eyes widen and cheeks blush more and more as he was freed from the offending fabric. Soon his pants were pooled at his ankles, Marluxia tracing his fingers ghostly over the older one's hips, his eyes fixed at his crotch. An approving shudder ran through Vexen, urging him on. The younger advanced more boldly, his palms sliding over the other's rear. He stared as in trance, seeing Vexen harden even further, if possible, as his fingertips lightly kneaded the firm flesh of his hind. Seeing he could have this effect on another man was… frightening. Vexen's eyes were closed, a sated smile gracing his lips as Marluxia nuzzled his stomach affectionately. His skin felt like satin, soft, pale and slightly damp. All of the colour in his cheeks were gone by now, but he was still warm, even sweating slightly. Marluxia gave a frown. It certainly didn't smell like sweat and the skin seemed red-shaded. Carefully he stuck out his tongue, licking the other's stomach. It was blood. Vexen was sweating blood. But that taste… it was so… Marluxia found no words to describe it. This wasn't simply Vexen. It was numberless of different blood types mixed together as one. There were centuries of history in just one taste, as if it told the story of all of Vexen's past victims. Marluxia ran his tongue hungrily over the other's skin, savouring the taste. It looked like Vexen was right after all. Perhaps he did have it in him to become a vampire. At least he wouldn't object to the flavour. A sudden shiver ran through him. In a few days, if not less, he would be able to taste his own blood on the older one's skin. Bad conscience hit him. This was the taste of people who had died, altered in the being of a vampire… Marluxia's tongue abandoned the moist flesh. Killing for a living… Such were the ways of a vampire.
He felt one of Vexen's hands running through his hair soothingly.
"Do not worry. No one will condemn you for the crimes of a vampire," he murmured. "No one will ever know."
Marluxia blushed deeply.
"Are you reading my mind, dear Vexen?"
"There is no need to. Your actions speak for yourself, but I did, yes."
"I would appreciate it if you stopped doing that," Marluxia muttered, running his hands up the other's thighs.
"Then I will stop."
The younger surveyed him for a moment, not sure if he was speaking the truth.
"… Thank you…"
A devious grin spread across the younger one's face.
Vexen's eyes snapped open as he felt a finger running up his member. His hands seized the other's shoulders and pushed him down on the bed again, pinning him down with his full weight, grinding their naked bodies together, hard against hard. Marluxia moaned loudly, arching his hips up to meet the other, feel the other.
"Nnhh… Vexen…"
His arms locked around the older one's neck, forcing him down to meet his lips. Even with his full weight, Vexen wasn't really that heavy… Marluxia rolled over, getting the other underneath him and pressed his tongue into the hot, waiting mouth underneath him. Vexen groaned, bucking up to meet him, his hands taking a firm grip around the younger one's waist. Marluxia carefully rested his weight on the other so his arms were free to roam. Up the sides of his body, feeling every curve of his ribs, up his neck and through his hair. He pulled away from the lip-lock, gasping for air. Marluxia gave a soft smile. Vexen was panting slightly, his lips parted, his eyes half closed and his hair fanned in the silken sheets. It was a beautiful sight. He seemed paler now, and the younger could see the sharp points of his fangs in the small gap between his lips.
"Such a sweet little virgin," Vexen murmured, grinning maliciously. "But that will have to be the one thing not to be eternal."
He rolled over, getting Marluxia underneath him again before slipping between his legs, parting them gently but determinedly.
"I don't see where you are going with this," Marluxia said quietly. "It's not like you can make me grow a vagina in ten seconds either…"
Vexen couldn't help but burst out in laughter.
"Then you are about to learn something new," he said. Marluxia was about to argue further but was silenced as the older slid three fingers into his mouth. Slowly he began sucking on them, twirling his tongue around them, simply to tease. What ever was it Vexen were thinking? The older only gave him a comforting smile before he retrieved his fingers and trailed them down Marluxia's naked body having him squirm slightly. Down his chest, stomach, over his erection and even further.
Marluxia gasped loudly in surprise as he felt the first finger pressing into him. He writhed in discomfort until Vexen placed his other hand on his chest.
"Calm down. This might be uncomfortable now, but if you do not let me finish it will hurt."
The younger gave a loud whimper as the second finger entered. Marluxia thought he understood what was going to happen as the two fingers started stretching his tight ring muscle. He was scared. There was no way this wouldn't hurt. He winced, feeling the other move inside him… it was uncomfortable, alien, but as he got used to it… it was… a bit pleasurable actually…
Vexen pushed deeper in, searching for that special spot inside him. The younger wriggled slightly under his touch, slowly beginning to enjoy it. Suddenly he bucked, multicoloured stars exploding in front of his vision as the older thrust his fingers into his prostate. A loud groan of pleasure escaped him, begging the other not to stop.
"Gaaaah…!! Veeexen…"
His eyes were closed, his whole body trembling with warmth and delight, his erection throbbing painfully. He felt like bursting of all these new sensations at once. The third finger came and he was begging for Vexen to get on with it. He gave a loud groan, locking his legs around the older one's waist, pleading for him to do something.
"Patience," Vexen whispered, pushing in even deeper. A devious smile spread across his lips as he probed deeper into Marluxia soon having him sprawled underneath him as one writhing heap of wanting pleasure, his fingers hitting that soft spot over and over again. And then, much to Marluxia's displeasure he pulled out. He sized the younger one's hips and leaned forwards, whispering softly in his ear.
"Brace yourself."
Marluxia gave him a frightened glance.
"I love you," he murmured, and slowly he pushed forwards into the other whilst pulling Marluxia's hips onto him. The younger whimpered at first. The feeling of Vexen pressing into him was beyond anything but as the older sank deeper and deeper that low whimper increased to a pained groan.
"Gh… V-Vexen, it hurts!"
"It does hurt the first time," Vexen said, stroking a hand affectionately over the younger one's forehead.
"S-stop," Marluxia pleaded weakly, pressing his eyes shut and digging his nails into the other's back. "I-it hurts!"
Vexen merely sped up, having him gasp in pain. His whole body seemed to be on fire, the touch of the other's skin against his, the pain, the tension, the heat, altogether quite enjoyable as long as he could stand the pain… And then Vexen halted, fully sheathed. Marluxia was panting madly; his skin laced in warm sweat and a strained expression was displayed on his face. He wriggled slightly there he lay, surprised at the sudden shiver of pleasure running down his spine. Vexen stroked his fingers through the other's hair.
"I am sorry," he whispered, kissing the younger one's temples, trailing his lips down his neck and back up his jaw, claiming his mouth.
How could Vexen be so remorseless and rough and still so affectionate? The younger arched his back, wanting to taste more of the kiss, Vexen however pulled away.
Marluxia felt a wonderful stirring deep inside him as Vexen shifted his position, his legs twitching slightly. The older pulled out, almost completely. Marluxia clenched his fists in the sheets, bracing himself for the pain that was to come. Vexen sank slowly back in. It wasn't as bad as he'd imagined and he couldn't help gasping softly at the sensation, curling his toes. The older repeated the action; pulling out and sinking slowly back in, over and over again, a bit faster each time. Marluxia moaned loudly as Vexen thrust into him in a steady rhythm, his lips buried in the younger one's neck soothingly.
"Hng… Vexeeen…"
"Does it still hurt?" the older murmured into his ear.
"Y-yesss," he hissed, though the sheer pleasure was more than overwhelming enough to dull it out. "Don't!" he cried as Vexen made a move to slow down. The older gave a devious smirk and lifted the younger one's legs to rest at his shoulders, allowing him to reach even deeper. Marluxia cried out in pain.
"V-Vexen… I-I think I'm b-bleeding," he whimpered. He could feel the warm liquid seeping out of him, soiling the sheets, making no mistake.
"You are, my love," Vexen whispered huskily. "It smells all over you."
The older carefully lowered the Marluxia's legs back down in the sheets again, bending over him, kissing his forehead.
"I will be gentle… The worst is over."
Marluxia only cried out again as the other kept rocking into him and shook his head feverishly. The pain, the tension, the choking heat radiating from both of their bodies, the pleasure mixed into all of this, he was sure he would pass out. Vexen made an annoyed frown as Marluxia gave his loudest cry yet. He responded by increasing the speed significantly, having the younger writhe in pleasured pain, moaning in a jumble of agony and eagerness.
"It hurts!!" he cried, clinging to Vexen. If this were gentle then rough would certainly have him killed. Without any warning of any kind, Vexen sank his fangs into the soft flesh of the other's shoulder having him scream of pain at the top of his lungs. Vexen pulled back instantly, caressing the bleeding marks before he plunged into Marluxia with all his strength, hitting his prostate dead-on making him scream again, though with delight this time. The pain from the bite dulled out the rest, leaving him with the same sensation of heaven closing in on him. He tried to arch his body in time with each trust, yelling out the other's name as they moved together as one sweaty tangle of limbs, Vexen hitting that soft spot over and over again, lips locking together, tongues battling, wild and savagely. The smell of blood lay thick in the warm air and Vexen was devoid of any colour in his skin. Pain was but a far off memory as Marluxia clung to the strong form over him, claiming his supple lips as his own for the infinite time, never getting enough of them. He would never get enough of Vexen inside him, or any other way he could ever have him. The older one's hand moved to stroke his throbbing erection, his breathing ragged as he moaned in approval. Yes, yes, yes… Sin had never tasted so sweet. The saint had joined the sinner as one, their love rough and feral as the hunter erased every last bit of virtue from his yielding prey. Vexen gave a guttural growl as the younger one's hands found his nipples, twisting and rolling the flesh between his delicate fingers. He wanted Vexen to scream his name like only Vexen could, even if he had to hurt him to achieve it. A savage thought, but even so, Vexen had done the same to him. He trailed his lips over the older one's shoulder, parting them, digging his teeth into the pale skin though not nearly hard enough to pierce through. Vexen groaned, clenching his free hand into the sheets, his now razor-sharp claws ripping through them with ease. He pushed him away, his mouth descending on the younger one's chest, scraping his fangs down his body leaving red, stinging marks. Marluxia felt like he was being devoured, the other's hot mouth, teeth and tongue all over his chest and stomach accompanied by rapid, constant thrusts into him and that hand, stroking him in time with each thrust. Carnage, frenzy… the only words worthy of describing this sensation. Marluxia moaned, clawing feverishly at his back, leaving long, red welts, having him cry out in pained pleasure, his fangs slightly piercing the other's skin. White light exploded in front of Marluxia's vision, a loud shriek escaping him as he came, painting Vexen's stomach with his cum. It was more than enough for the other to reach his peek, raucously screaming the name of his prey as he released before collapsing over the younger.
And then…
Silence… only disturbed by the sound of slow, heavy panting. Marluxia was in a state of daze, his arms lying limply at his sides. Vexen lay slumped against his chest, exhausted, his skin appearing too pale for what could be healthy even in the dim light of the midnight hours. The younger lifted a hand, carefully stroking his marred back. His skin was wet. Marluxia looked at his palm in horror, finding it coated in blood from touching the other.
"God have mercy on my soul," he whispered, closing his eyes. A deep, hoarse chuckle escaped the older.
"Are you still not done with those foolish phrases of righteousness?" Vexen asked, seemingly amused as he lifted his head, supporting himself on his elbows to see the other's face.
He was met by even more silence and an affronted look. Vexen replied by running clawed fingers through fluffy, pink hair.
"Do you feel… insulted by our actions?" he asked.
"Our??" Marluxia cried.
"Ah… So you are still not pleased…"
The younger looked as if Vexen had hit him… again.
"Oh, I think we both know you enjoyed it," the older said with a smug grin. Marluxia put up a disgusted expression. Vexen only laughed and wriggled slightly, having Marluxia shudder and writhe seeing Vexen was still buried deep inside him.
"G-Get out of me," he commanded shakily.
"After all that trouble of getting in?"
Marluxia seized his shoulders, trying to push him off but in vain. It only resulted in his hands getting even more bloodstained. A look of horror flashed over his face as he realised exactly how pale Vexen was underneath the red liquid lacing his skin.
"Very well," Vexen said with a slight frown. "I have had what I wanted."
And so he pulled out, Marluxia gasping quietly as he did, and got to his feet. He clothed in mere seconds. He went towards the door, but as he reached the handle he halted, though he didn't turn to face the younger.
"You can be a stubborn bastard for all I care, but I enjoyed it. You might want to give yourself some happiness in life too someday."
Then he left. Marluxia stared at the door, gathering the sheets in his hands to cover himself. He fell back against the mattress with a groan of pain because of his aching rear. He had enjoyed it, more than anything, but actually admitting it…
How? How could he let himself be used like this and still have Vexen so annoyed in the end?
Marluxia took a glance around him. It looked more like there had been a lethal fight rather than what had actually taken place. Was Vexen okay? Loosing so much blood in one evening? The younger couldn't help feel concerned. Everywhere there were large dark spots in the silken fabric, even a few drops in the curtains. It was strange how Vexen's words stung so much more than any physical pain. If he didn't make a choice as what to do, stay with Vexen or insist on escaping… there was no telling where they would end. Why did he always manage to screw things up?
X
Marluxia woke up around midday, his body aching all over. First thing he noticed was that his nightshirt was back on and the sheets had been changed, the new ones tucked tightly around him. Vexen had obviously been there again. It didn't seem likely that anyone else could have done that without waking him. He got himself into a sitting position, taking in the sight of the room as small beams of golden light fell through the gap between the heavy curtains framing the only window there was in the room. A jolt of discomfort shot through him as he noticed the clean clothes lying neatly folded on a chair for him. Now he really felt guilty for his behaviour last night. Vexen went through all this trouble for him and he acted as if he would rather be dead than spending one more second together with him.
He got out of the bed and walked over to the chair, finding a note on top of the pile of clothes.
'A bath is made ready for you in the room across the hallway; you will also find breakfast in the dinning hall. Sadly I will not be able to accompany you as I have affairs outside the city this day and expect to be gone until sundown. If there is anything you need, my servants will of course attend to you.
I trust you not to do anything reckless in my absence.
-Vexen'
Marluxia stared at the note for a while, not sure of how to react. Vexen was gone… Then again, did he actually want to run away? Now might be his only chance…
The words 'I trust you not to do anything reckless in my absence' stung painfully. It was as if Vexen expected nothing else but a runaway and even so he said he trusted the younger and left him alone with those words. What had Vexen been thinking when he wrote that? Marluxia had to admit that things would have been easier could he only read people's thoughts, or more correctly, Vexen's thoughts. It seemed completely impossible to know exactly what was on the older one's mind. He read through the note two more times, a bit disappointed that there were no words of affection, but also worried. Was Vexen still mad at him?
What was left of the day went by slowly. He found himself quite alone, seeing the servants were nowhere to be seen, only the girl from before. She had probably been ordered to look after him now and then, seeing the other servants kept as far away from him as possible. It was almost as if they were scared of him. Well, Marluxia were not surprised if serving a vampire could make you paranoid. So he went on exploring the parts of the castle he yet hadn't seen by himself, a scary thought, but at least it kept him occupied with something other than reading.
The halls outside the small wing he was living in were dark. No lights except of a few black candles along the largest halls. There were rarely windows in any of the rooms and if there were, heavy dark curtains were covering them. The further down in the castle he ventured the darker it became even if he was sure he was still above ground level. Of what he had seen through his own window his chambers were on the middle floor.
He suddenly halted as he reached the end of a long corridor. He was at the top of a broad stair in a massive foyer. There, on the opposite side of the room was a pair of large oaken doors. He was in the enterance hall…
Slowly he walked through the room, stopping before the oversized doorway, sliding his fingertips over the hard wood. Was there freedom outside this door, or would he be met by solid walls of stone?
"You are not leaving us?"
Marluxia turned, finding the young servant girl standing at the foot of the stairs. He gave a vague smile.
"What is your name…?" he asked. She stared at him for a moment before she answered.
"Claudia."
"Well, Claudia… You see… I don't belong here… I should by all means be leaving…"
Without any warning the girl ran into his arms and hugged him, clinging to his silken shirt.
"Please don't leave us!! Then the master will be sad again!"
"W-what do you mean?" Marluxia asked, slightly taken aback by the words and actions.
"The Master has always been so terribly depressed, but that changed when you came," the girl wailed. "Please don't go!"
"I-I won't, okay?" Marluxia assured.
"You promise?" she asked, pulling away so she could se his face. Marluxia looked at her for a moment.
"Promise…" he said.
X
Tied to his own promise, Marluxia went back to his chambers.
So… Vexen did feel better around him after all. He gave a slight grin. Vexen felt better around him…
As he once again found supper ready for him he made up his mind. He loved Vexen, and he wanted to be with him. The older had been so kind to him, how ever could he repay him?
But as he sat down at the table he felt that ache in his rear again. Vexen had… used him… hurt him… yet the pleasure had been undeniable… That was what Vexen wanted…
The older didn't return until the end of the supper, still rather pale but nothing crucial. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood.
"How has your day been?" he asked, sitting down next to the other.
"Why haven't you fed properly," Marluxia asked concerned. Vexen arched an eyebrow.
"Do you feel uneasy around me when I have not fed recently?"
"No! I'm worried about you, that's all…"
Vexen chuckled deeply, flashing fangs.
"How sweet of you, but you should feel uneasy."
Marluxia stared at him in horror as Vexen quickly advanced on him, leaning close to him, supported on the arms of his chair. Barring those lethal fangs, his mouth descending towards the younger one's neck, and then… halting wide-eyed as pink, supple lips were pressed against his own pale, cold. Vexen however did not respond. One the contrary he pushed away.
"Damn whore," he spat and turned to leave.
"And what is that supposed to mean??" Marluxia yelled, obviously infuriated.
"Using sex as an excuse to get away is more than qualifying enough to be called a whore," Vexen snarled.
"A kiss doesn't have to mean that, bastard!" the younger yelled, getting to his feet.
"But that is what you were thinking," Vexen retort dangerously soft, his voice shaking in suppressed anger. "And what have I said about raising your voice to me?"
"You read my thoughts?? After you said you wouldn't??"
Marluxia was certain that Vexen would hit him again, but he couldn't help yelling. He felt… betrayed.
"I lied, and so have you been ever since you came here."
The younger opened his mouth to reply, but he had no answer. Vexen turned away from him, bowing his head.
"Perhaps… Bringing you here was a mistake after all," he said quietly, more sad than angry. "If I let you go… at least one of us would be happy…"
"D-don't say that…"
Marluxia walked over to him, pushing away his bangs so he could see his face. A horrible sight met him. Vexen was crying, but there were no tears. Blood were streaming down his cheeks leaving red stains.
"Look at me," he whispered. "Here I have told you to follow your dreams, to live your life and no one else's… when in reality… it is I who keep you away from them…"
"V-Vexen…"
Marluxia cupped his cheeks, trying to ignore the fact that he got blood all over his palms as he tried to sooth the other.
"I do not see how you can stand touching me… I am a monster," Vexen muttered, not finding it in him to meet the other's gaze.
"If that's so," Marluxia said, his voice determined even though he was a bit shaky. "Then you are my monster. I wouldn't give you up for anything in the world. I love you; I want to stay here with you. Only the thought that you might want to find someone else makes me sick."
"Quit lying and get away from me," Vexen hissed, though he didn't make any attempt to push the younger away.
"No! You listen to me now that I'm actually telling the truth!"
"Do not order me around in my own castle," Vexen snarled, meeting his eyes with a reluctant glare. "Get out of my way."
"Please just listen to-"
Vexen threw him off, slamming him into the wall. It was a miracle he hadn't passed out.
"V-Vexen, please wait," he forced forth, sinking slowly down the wall. But the older ignored him and went for the door. "I don't want you to throw your happiness away."
That made him halt.
"You… You needn't be alone all the time… I want to be here with you, whether it's only to keep you company. Even if it means never to see the outside world again."
"Am I really that important to you?" Vexen asked quietly. Marluxia shakily got to his feet, supporting himself at the wall as he spoke.
"I love you, damn it! What does it take for you to realise that? If you had read my mind properly then you would have known from the start."
Vexen turned to face him, giving a vague smile.
"I suppose our words made our intensions incoherent. Perhaps silence suits us both…"
"Perhaps," Marluxia said, giving a small chuckle.
"I… am sorry… for everything… My emotions got the better of me," Vexen muttered.
"… Now I envy your emotions," Marluxia snickered.
The older stared at him for a second before he shook his head and smirked.
"It is late. You should finish your supper and get some rest."
And then he left, leaving Marluxia more than a bit startled. Vexen's mind sure worked in… inexplicable ways.
That's all for this time, hopefully I will have the next chapter up soon. In the meantime, reviews are greatly appreciated, detailed ones more so!