103 - Hide

"Ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred. Ready or not, here I come!"

Letting his hands fall from his face, Vexen turned from the wall and took a moment to calibrate his mind to the current task then set off. He'd begun in the kitchen and obviously Marluxia wasn't hiding in the fridge, so he turned left into the spare bedroom downstairs, checking first the little toilet off the side - empty - then the wardrobe - unoccupied - and the space under the bed - nothing. Vexen sighed to himself as he slid his hands underneath the duvet and found nothing until his fingertips came into contact with distinctly denim fabric. Thinking this a battle too easily won, Vexen tugged harshly on the jeans until hanging limply in his hand was a clearly currently unused article of clothing. The point being that it had been used, oh, about one hundred counts of a varying second ago.

Vexen flipped the jeans over his arm and set off in search for a now, apparently, trouserless boy.

The convoluted porch was next - but the cupboard under the stairs was desolate bar a sock, still warm from the foot it had once grasped snugly. Vexen balanced it precariously onto the jeans and set off again, checking the front garden with a sweep of his gaze but knowing that if Marluxia had been stripping all over the house again, he wouldn't be in the front garden. This hide and seek had become a new game and not a game Vexen hadn't encountered before: the task set upon him was to find Marluxia's clothes first and then locate the naked boy. He sighed a little to himself, and slipped into the dining room - nowhere to hide there, but there was the matching sock draped lovingly over the strut of a chair, so Vexen plucked that one up, too, and made his way through to the living room. The sleeve of a shirt, fashioned into a plausible elbow, was crouching behind the television and a pair of gaudy underpants fitted for a narrow waist strung artistically in the lowest boughs of a tree in the garden. Vexen checked all the cubby-holes in the bathroom but found little of consequence, and for once his own bed was devoid of Marluxia's cheeky presence. He checked the study but crawling under the desk produced no under-age and horrifyingly attractive brunette. Humming to himself, Vexen returned to the ground floor with his ever-increasing bundle of discarded clothes and checked the garden again. Marluxia had not been above having fun in the outdoors, not since a tickle fight on the lawn had escalated into something else much more racy.

Finally, there was only one more place left to look: the loft. It sported a tiny desk and an even tinier bed crammed into one corner just in case anybody had a sudden, overwhelming desire to sleep in the rafters, and a veritable tunnel of junk and boxes that Vexen, Scrooge that he was, could not bear to throw away. It was surrounded by eve's cupboards, also full of junk and boxes. If Marluxia had wormed his way in there...

When checking under the bed proved futile, Vexen sighed to himself and began to carefully displace cardboard boxes in search of his godson. He listened out for the sounds of breathing, and if he strained his ears hard enough, he could just make out some kind of movement, deep in the boxes.

"Marluxia?"

There was a breathy little giggle, somewhere in the depths of the cardboard tunnel. Vexen rolled his eyes and crawled blindly in through the open door of an eve's cupboard until his fingertips came into contact with not woody fibres, but warm, soft skin. The instant they touched, his hand automatically slid to press against the boy's invisible chest; it elicited a soft half gasp, half moan that echoed through the darkness.

"You're not supposed to call my name," Marluxia huffed breathlessly as Vexen's hands roamed over his naked body. "That's cheating."

"You're not supposed to be naked," Vexen joked back as his tongue found the slowly solidifying jawline of the young boy, burning hands fumbling with his own buttons in a desperation for a contact that stretched far beyond Marluxia's years.

There was the flash of guilt and worry and horror the way there always was when Vexen touched Marluxia; the Goddamn inescapable fact that he was (more than just) groping a fourteen year old boy on a regular basis, that Vexen - no matter how he tried to dodge the truth - was a paedophile.

But then Marluxia shuddered joyfully, hands stronger than they appeared pulling Vexen close and a small, wet mouth finding his with an entirely unrestrained moan. And everything, the wrongness of it all, the consequences if they were ever found, simply melted away into pleasure and lust and desire. But sweet Jesus Christ, Marluxia might have been barely a teenager but he had a gorgeous body, and Vexen wanted nothing more than to drag it out of the darkness to trap that vision of (metaphorically) unadulterated beauty caught in ecstasy forever. Vexen couldn't help but wonder if last year Marluxia was adorable and this year he was gorgeous, what on Earth kind of insane brand of perfection would he be in five years time?

Before he knew it, his clothes had disappeared somewhere in the mazed of tunnels and Marluxia was rearranging his legs (mostly with his hands, partly with his tongue) so that somehow the two of them could connect together in the cramped space. And this was how it was with the two of them, a thirty-five year old man and a fourteen year old scrap of a boy; everything led either to cuddles in strange places, baking cakes with unorthodox methods, or this orgasmic intimacy that Vexen had never really shared with another being.

And Vexen couldn't hide from the truth: that one day his whole world would come crashing down around him and at the centre would be Marluxia, the gorgeous boy he'd spent a lifetime pushing the boundaries of what was appropriate and what wasn't, who not only never said no, but implicitly and demandingly said nothing but a resounding yes. But, God damn it, with Marluxia in his arms and Marluxia in his heart, he could run and run and run and run.


Affectionately known as paedo!411, based off a somewhat disturbing dream I once had. Also known by its full title, The Dark Side of the Moon.