Hello! Sorry this chapter's kind of short, but I wanted to elaborate more on Marluxia's character (which you will discover is COMPLETELY different from game Marluxia. Sorry!). So...this chapter mostly focuses around him.

Chapter 4: Hey Jealousy

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How long had it been since that night? About a month since Axel returned hand in hand with Roxas after a "date" that turned out to last all night, secretive smiles anything but. The sex didn't bother him – god knew he got plenty. No, it wasn't the sex that made him burn with jealousy each time he looked at the couple. It was the constant cooing and kissing and hushed murmurs that were just too cute for their lifestyle. While Roxas got a warm bed with a caring lover, Marluxia returned to his lover's room each night to receive new blue-black stains over yellowing bruises. Saïx was anything but gentile, and everybody knew how he treated his boy. Rough hands and forced positions in the coldest of beds did little to warm the heart, and when faced with Roxas and Axel that heart turned a bitter green.

About a month since that night and Marluxia felt so sympathetic to Roxas when he complained of nausea and dizziness. After a couple of weeks, however, sympathy faded to carefully guarded pain as the symptoms became more suspect. 'Oh really, Roxas?' He would reply caringly. 'Only in the morning you say? How odd!' …Yes, how very odd indeed.

He leaned against a wall in his garden, a hand poised forlornly on his stomach. At sixteen he had been given a life, and its loss gave him in return a void. At eighteen he longed for another; could still remember the firm swell of his abdomen, barely showing at four months. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever grown, and the only thing that had never made it to fruition. Saïx's hands were rough, but they were more observant than Marluxia had given him credit for. A small trip to Vexen, tearful on the assassin's behalf, was all it took. The void was there, and Saïx was careful not to allow another incident. Emptiness was a beautiful quality in a whore, the inability to stand up for oneself. The inability to care.

He didn't notice the scientist come in; he was swift and silent as he came to sit by the other. Marluxia lowered his head onto his knees, a hand still grasping at his stomach. Zexion looked over sadly; eyes wise to Marluxia from two years of helping him recover from the worst situations.

"Do you know about Roxas?" Marluxia whispered, mouth muddying the words from grief.

"I know many things about Roxas, Marluxia. Which of these things would you like to inform me of?" He was arrogant no matter how hard he tried not to be. But he placed a hand on Marluxia's shoulder as the flower mage turned to face him.

"…did you know he was pregnant?" Whispered even quieter, a tear spilling over sapphire eyes. Lips trembled as Zexion took in the information.

"No…no, I didn't know." Zexion was just as quiet as Marluxia when he murmured "…I'm sorry."

"He is! And he's so little – can't even manage himself! Just a child, really, just a baby! And you know Axel will let him keep it, too. Sorry…it's not that I don't want Roxas to have this child. It's just…just –"

"You're jealous," Zexion finished sagely, understanding everything Marluxia meant. He had attended to Marluxia after he had lost the baby, and even though Marluxia hadn't mentioned anything, the fact that he absolutely refused to remove his hand from his stomach made him curious. So he went to Vexen, and long time friend and perhaps a little more. Being the academic's personal favorite, Zexion was privy to all goings on in the labs. Including but not limited to files on each of the other members. Rifling through Marluxia's papers, he found the source of the depression. A minor surgery the night before. Nothing physically taxing; a simple abortion. It turned out that Vexen had equipped some of the members with a little something extra when he checked them out upon entering the Organization. Gene splicing was easy enough to do with all the equipment Vexen had at hand, and it was amazingly simple to remove the Y chromosome from the boys that way there was no chance of a genetic mutation in the fetus. It was a brilliant way to further the Organization, but Vexen hadn't considered unwilling parents. Or, as it were, an unwilling parent.

Marluxia nodded, beginning to sob. Zexion put an arm around his shoulder, held him close.

"It's not fair, though! He gets pregnant on accident when I've been dying for a baby the last two years! And Axel will play the proud father perfectly while I get beaten for even suggesting the idea."

Zexion looked at Marluxia sincerely, noses practically touching under the shade of the garden. "I would have let you have the baby, Lia," he said, calling Marluxia by his somebody's nickname. "I would have."

"I know, Ienzo," Marluxia responded, returning the favor. He cried harder, shaking from the effort. "Unfortunately it's not you I'm with, sweetie."

"But it could be, darling. Just do one thing for me." That voice was lathered with persuasion, tongue enticingly close to the other's mouth.

"And what would that be, angel?" Marluxia said, leaning in closer. Their lips almost collided, and then Zexion pulled back.

"I want you for my own, my wonderful Lia. I'll never share you. You'd have to be mine and mine alone." Marluxia was notorious for being free with his affections; infamous for the sex. "Show me you can do it and I'll be yours. For one month you must never lay eyes nor any part of your body on anyone. Prove to me that you can be loyal and I will make you mine."

Marluxia shook with the notion, kissing Zexion's hand since the proffered lips had been removed. "I will, love! I can promise you that!"

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"We're going to Vexen. Now." It was the first thing Axel said that morning as he walked in on Roxas yet again coming to worship the porcelain god. This devotion was becoming unnerving, and the routine morning run had Axel worried.

Roxas nodded blearily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was exhausted from sickness and inability to sleep. The boy allowed Axel to pick him up in his strong arms, resting his weary head against his broad chest. Axel portaled to Vexen's labs, not wanting to entice Roxas's nausea by walking the whole way. The scientist answered quickly, eyebrows creasing in worry as he looked over the blonde.

"He's sick, Vexen," Axel explained, pointing out the obvious. "He's been like this for about the past two months now. It's really freaking me out, so if you could figure out what's going on, that'd be great."

Vexen relieved Axel of Roxas, laying him on an icy examination table. "So…for the past two months, Roxas? Hm…that is tragic, indeed. Any particular time when the nausea or vomiting is more violent?"

"Every morning I'm really sick, but by the afternoon I feel much better! Just a little tired," Roxas said, smiling worriedly. His pretty golden hair was more unkempt than normal, his body clearly worn out. Vexen surprised him by hastily lifting up his shirt. Long, thin fingers prodded at the skin of his abdomen, and he let out a slight "ha!" when he found what he was looking for.

"Axel," Vexen said softly, gently. "I want you to come and put your hand here." Axel placed a large hand over Roxas's slender stomach, green eyes questioning the elder. "Now, press your fingers in just here…" Vexen guided Axel's hand to the correct spot. He pushed, but not too hard, and Roxas looked confused. "…do you feel it, Axel?"

Axel moved his hand to the upper part of Roxas's stomach, pressing his fingers in, then moved them back down to Roxas's lower abdomen. He gasped, and continued running his hand over the one spot on his stomach that was somehow harder than normal. Roxas looked at Axel, eyes wide.

"What is it, Axel? What's wrong?" He was scared, small hands clinging to the edges of the table. Axel looked at him, mouth slightly agape, thoroughly shocked. One hand still stayed on Roxas's stomach.

"Feel, Roxas…"Axel barely choked out, moving his hand a little as Roxas's settled on the skin as well. "Just feel,"

"I don't feel anything, Axel," Roxas replied gently.

"You're…you're pregnant, Roxy." Axel said softly, looking at his stomach in wonder. It wasn't noticeable, but that patch of skin was too firm for it to be anything but. "What did you do to him, Vexen?!" He roared, rounding on the scientist. Vexen replied coolly, lowering Roxas's shirt for him. Both boys seemed to be petrified.

"Xemnas wanted to further the Organization. What better way than to enable our own members to have children? And especially Roxas, our strongest member. You are very lucky, Axel."

Axel looked down at Roxas, crying softly on the table, and he wrapped his arms around him. One hand ran down his back, the other planted itself on his abdomen.

"You're gonna be okay, Roxy…" he said into the boy's ear. Roxas choked quietly in reply. "We're gonna be okay."

"Are you happy, Axel?" That voice was laced with worry, his pretty lips trembling as Axel raced to meet them.

"I couldn't be more ecstatic, my Roxas."

Roxas ran to tell Marluxia, who congratulated him with the first sincere smile he'd held for the boy in weeks, holding his little hands and blooming tiny roses across his stomach. He looked for signs of change in the keyblader, and found a boy more vulnerable than ever before, more beautiful, and so soft. It didn't show yet; he'd give it at least another month, and he couldn't even picture short, lithe Roxas pregnant.

"This is a miracle, baby," Marluxia cooed in his ear. "Never take it for granted."

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You can trust me not to think
And not to sleep around
And if you don't expect too much from me
You might not be let down

'Cause all I really want is to be with you
Feeling like I matter too
If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago
I might be here with you

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