020. Colourless
LexZex
Lexaeus was always amazed by how pale and perfect Zexion's skin was; it was smooth, soft to the touch, and bruised so very easily. Despite Zexion's assurances that Lexaeus would not, in fact, hurt him if he was rough with him, he couldn't help but worry – if a Nobody really could worry – for the boy's wellbeing, especially in the mornings after, when he would see those dark, dark purple and blue bruises that marred the boy's perfect, colourless flesh.
He tried being gentle at times, but this only ever seemed to displease Zexion, and the Schemer would urge him to be rougher with sharp tugs on his auburn hair, or small growls of displeasure. And while Lexaeus found that fairly adorable from the small Nobody, Zexion did not, and if he managed to go too slow or too gently, that usually ended up with no sex for either of them for the rest of the night, if only because Zexion was much too busy sulking over the fact that Lexaeus did want to treat him tenderly. He still insisted, though, and most of the time the Hero gave in, and his lover was only ever truly happy when he was limping the next morning and covered in lovebites and marks where Lexaeus had gripped too tightly or hurt him just right.
But no matter how much Zexion enjoyed it, it still pained Lexaeus to taint that perfect, colourless form.
A/N: I love these two too much. ; - ; I really should write more for them, but this was just quick and fun, and hopefully as sexy as something could be without having ACTUAL sex in it. XD I just love the idea of Zexion limping around with bruises and just being so DELIGHTED that he had them.