An: I own nothing, this was just kinda randomly inspired by my Russian class.

Update: If anyone's interested I could use a beta reader for this series.

Doubt AKA I Do

During his first semester of college Marluxia became aware of one difficulty that came with being married so young. While his friends and classmates were hanging out on campus and going off to parties he was getting home early to spend time with his overworked husband and clean their house up some. Where most boys his age were going from girl to girl or boy to boy he was already married and devoted to one individual and filled with a devotion that most boys never really acquired. Being married right out of high school had been romantic to his friends when they graduated now they said he had been stupid to tie himself down so early on, he was eighteen how was he supposed to know if Vexen was really the one for him if he had never had anyone else.

Marluxia fought with himself at school, wondering if he had done the right thing in marrying his former teacher, if he had been right in disregarding his youth for a love that could fail. Every person he encountered on campus that knew his story gave him strange looks and whispered as he walked by, even the teachers shook their heads and clicked their tongues when they learned what he had done. He didn't want to think he had made a mistake in fighting to be with Vexen but how could he think he hadn't when everyone, even his own father, said he had. One night he caved and went with some old friends to a party, much to their great joy and his own great worry.

It had only taken that one party for Marluxia to make up his mind about his marriage. He pulled his closest friend, Larxene, aside the next day to tell her his plan and was given a tight hug and smile in reply. Talking with each of his professors about the next week's lessons and requesting permission to take tests and turn in assignments early had drawn unwanted attention to Marluxia and his plans. Friends circled him asking question after question only to get nothing more than a smile and cold "It's my marriage, please don't pry." for their efforts. This continued for the reminder of the week and on Monday when everyone save one enlightened girl stood ready to interrogate the auburn haired boy once more, only he never showed up.

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Vexen arched his back and stretched before limply relaxing back on his and his husband's temporary bed, a tan arm coming to curl around his waist a moment later. "Are you sure it's wise for you to skip out on a week of classes so close to your finals?" He questioned looking over and down slightly to meet Marluxia's eyes. Vexen knew his husband had been fighting with himself about being married so young so it had surprised and relieved him when his young lover declared on Friday that they were leaving for the week. After a brief argument about Vexen's work Marluxia had turned back the faithful couch threat and twenty minutes later the blond was packing for a week long stay at a secluded beach house back on Destiny Island.

Curling closer to his husband Marluxia closed his eyes and simply listened to the beat of the older man's heart. "Trust me, it's the second wisest thing I've ever done."

Laughing at the response Vexen tangled his hand in auburn hair and tugged Marluxia's head back so he could look him in the eye. "And the first my love?" He asked teasingly, knowing the other wanted to sleep some more but finding some pleasure in keeping him awake as he often was.

Marluxia half glared at Vexen as he was pulled from his spot by his hair, an action he knew his lover took great joy in annoying him with. The glare, however, faded as he looked into acid green eyes and a small smile graced his lips as he moved forward slightly. "I do." Was the only answer Vexen got as Marluxia sealed their lips together in a kiss that melted all fears and doubts before invoking passion once more.

Watching his drunken classmates dance with strangers in ways that made him think of his more interesting nights with his husband Marluxia came to a realization; he had love. Everyone around him was fighting to understand the feeling of love and commitment; they were fighting to find perfection and losing it with every failed attempt. Marluxia was different, every night he got to go home to a husband that loved and understood him. Though they did fight, often, they had something that most people never found and Marluxia was lucky enough to have found it before he had a chance to ruin himself looking for it.

Saying 'I do' was the wisest thing Marluxia had ever done and would ever do.