A/N from A.C.: … Warning. VIOLENCE. Thank you. *bows*

Marluxia grit his teeth, snarling as the prisoner wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed harshly. The pink-haired guard gasped and wheezed, wide eyes staying locked onto the younger man.

"I wonder," Saix purred, "would the pretty guard rather be fucked or killed. I am sure that killing you would be more beneficial to my plan." He leaned forward a bit to let his lips brush over the guard's, "But, I think the pretty guard will join those special people that I fuck and kill..."

Marluxia squirmed in his spot and the prisoner finally released his neck, "Please... Let me go..."

"I do not think so... You see, you are in the way of me getting what I want, and that simply will not do. But, how about this, I will not eat you once you are dead. I already know what you taste like anyhow."

The guard snarled, "What an honor."

"Yes, I am feeling fairly generous today. I had no idea that my plan would work out so well."

"What else does your plan contain..?" The older man asked breathily.

Saix tossed his head back, his laugh nearly echoing off of the walls of the cell, not caring who heard. His eyes met the sparkling blues of the guard and he purred, "I am not some stupid, ignorant villain from a cartoon. You will not be getting any information out of me."

"I'm just going to die anyway... So, why not? Just tell me about it, Saix."

The prisoner shoved the guard against the wall harder, "I am not stupid. I know that all you damn guards wear wires! You record everything that goes on here. Luckily, just like Xemnas, no one will get to listen to anything that you have heard today." The blunette tore open the guard's uniform shirt and wrapped a hand around the wire that was going from an object in the older man's ear to a tape recorder in his pants' pocket. Saix yanked the wire and tore the ear piece from the guard's ear and tossing it to the ground. "Someone should have told you that it was dangerous to work at this prison."

Marluxia growled, bringing his hands up to shove at Saix's shoulders. "They'll know it was you that killed me! They'll know! It's not like you can hide this, you dumb mutt!"

"Oh, I certainly know that, pretty guard." Saix purred, reaching into the pink haired man's pocket to get the small recorder, "But with enough manipulation and enough story telling, they will all believe me. You see, my dear, that is how you train guard dogs. If you keep up the punishments, they will start to believe you and trust you, waiting for you to show your kindness. One needs to show a dog when they are misbehaving and when they deserve a reward. Let us just say... your death will be a punishment to the others. Your death will tell everyone to believe me because I was the only one here that will still be able to breathe." He glared at the other man and help up the recorder, "and this little toy will do nothing." With one swift move, Saix crushed the recorder in his hand, tossing the broken pieces onto his cot. "So sad, pretty guard. So, so sad."

Marluxia pushed at the prisoner's shoulders only to have his arms restrained and help above his head by one strong clawed hand. "Let me go! Stupid bitch! Let me go right now!"

"Now, now, pet names will get you nowhere, my dear." Saix purred, he smirked at the look of utter disgust that the older man gave him. Moving swiftly as the wind, the prisoner tossed the guard onto the ground. A sharp, pained cry left the pink-haired man's lips.

"B- Bastard..." Marluxia tried to get off the cold metal floor of the cell, only succeeding in getting to his hands and knees. In a short moment, he was pushed back down to his stomach.

Saix chuckled softly, "No getting up. I quite like you in this position."

The older man growled, "Fuck you, shithead..."

Saix shook his head, crouching down and sitting on Marluxia's lower back, "As I said before, pet names will get you no were. But if you want a fuck, I am sure I can help you out with that." He reached forward and began petting the silky pink hair.

"Don't touch me!" The guard snapped, turning his head to the side. He hated this. He couldn't even fight back. He was going to lose his life and was going to get screwed, quite literally. He was going to die. That overtook any other thought. He was going to die.

Saix clicked his tongue, "I do not think I want your body after all. You are very pale... Your hair does not complement you skin tone at all... Your eyes, though..." He fisted the older man's hair and forced his head to turn. One claw in his free hand cut a thin but rather deep line under one of those pretty blue eyes. "Your eyes are beautiful... I should keep them as a nice prize afterwards. It is a shame you do not have a nice tan all over... Only on your face and arms..." He moved his hand and dragged the same claw deep on the pink haired man's arm where his tan cut off.

Marluxia let out a low pained whine, bringing up his hand and pushing Saix's hand away. "Just get it over with... I thought only cats played with their prey..."

The blunette snickered, "Very wise, pretty guard!" He gripped the older man's chin and moved the both of them, having Marluxia lie on his back so Saix could sit on that flat stomach of his. His claws dug into the tanned flesh, "How should we kill you? Suffocating? Bleeding? Not many options without my tools!"

"Tools..?"

"Of course! Oh, how I miss my precious babies. Such good little girls they always do exactly what I want them to! Oh, they make me so proud." He sent a feral grin to Marluxia; his fangs seemed longer than ever to the pink-haired man, "My darling Claymore would cut you up so beautifully."

"W- Well, I'm glad you don't have those…"

With one quick move, Saix removed his hand from the pink-haired man's face to dig deadly sharp and overgrown claws into his exposed chest. The older man let out a wild scream as blood gushed out from the wound, staining both the skin around it and the tattered shirt that still clung to him. "I suppose," Saix started, "since my precious babies cannot be here… My claws will have to do."

"Ah! Ah! Fuck! Make it stop!"

"I do not think so, pretty guard." He dragged his claws down, peeling off layers and layers of flesh from the middle of the older man's chest to his lower stomach. The screams and cries were like music to his ears. He was surprised no one had come running to Marluxia's assistance yet. Though, what he was definitely sure of was the lecture he was going to get from Weiss about the noise level. It wasn't like he could control the volume of his prey's voices!

The older man screamed again as the claws pulled out of his flesh, his voice cracked with the intensity of the cry.

Saix smirked, watching as blood pooled around the body under him, "Pretty voice from the pretty guard." He stood up and retreated to his cot, "I wonder how long it will take for you to bleed out? Will help come before you die? How about we just sit and wait, my dear guard?"