Marluxia stirred a little, forever aware when something moved in his apartment. He blinked up at Vexen in the gloon "Mmmh?"

"Just... dreams," said Vexen, frowning

"Dreams?" Marluxia sat up a little, brushing his hair from his eyes. "What happened?"

"I don't remember much but... there was you... and the man in my closet..." Vexen sniffled

Marluxia wrapped an arm around Vexen at the sound that he might start crying. "It was just a dream."

Vexen cuddled into Marluxia. "If you say so," he said meekly.

Marluxia kissed his forehead lightly. "I say so."

Vexen nodded. He could hear echoes of curses in his ears and taste something foul in his mouth, but decided that it was just the remnants of the dream

Marluxia nestled a little closer to Vexen, slowly leaning back onto the bed and combing his fingers through Vexen's hair. "Just try and sleep."

Vexen closed his eyes and relaxed into Marluxia. He was so nice and he smelled so good. Vexen gave a little sigh and was asleep within moments

Marluxia fell asleep soon after, his hand still in Vexen's hair.

The dreams came back to trouble Vexen. He was himself and yet not himself, because how could this be him? Flurries of snow, an impression of being draped across an older man's lap, slapping Marluxia- This one made him wake with a scream

Marluxia jolted out of sleep, asking what was wrong before he even thought of the words as he frantically seeked Vexen out in the dark, pulling him close.

"Don't!" Vexen cried out, his shrill voice echoing through the room. "You can't! I- I'll hit you again! Don't let me!"

"Vexen, Vexen!" Marluxia gathered the blond to him, smoothing his hair back. "Relax, relax. It was just another dream. I know you won't hit me."

Vexen's eyes were filled with panicked tears as he clung to Marluxia and broke down sobbing. "Why am I dreaming those terrible things?" he asked, terrified.

Marluxia cuddled him, rocking him just a little. "They're... They're not dreams, Vexen. If you dreamt of hitting me... It was a memory."

"But I don't know you," protested Vexen, looking up at Marluxia. "Why would I be angry with you? You've been nothing but kind to me. Marluxia..."

"I told you, we know each other. We don't always see eye to eye, either." Marluxia explained as softly as he could. "I deserved it most of the time."

"M-most of the time?" Vexen squeaked, scrambling away from Marluxia. "I hit you more than once?!"

Marluxia bit his tongue. He wasn't helping, at all. "Vexen, calm down. It doesn't matter."

"How can you say it doesn't matter?" asked Vexen, hyperventiilating. "I'm abusive. Oh God. I'm a terrible person!" He shivered and clung to his knees, dimly aware that it had suddenly gotten much colder.

"Vexen, no you aren't! If you were, you wouldn't be so horrified about it." Marluxia said, pulling the covers up around his shoulders.

Vexen calmed down just enough to see the logic in this. "I'm not?" he whimpered.

"No, you're not." Marluxia smiled at him, beckoning that he come closer.

The second the relief washed over Vexen, the room warmed significantly and he shivered, just realising how cold it had gotten. He crawled over to Marluxia. "You're a good friend," he said. "I can't imagine us not getting along."

Marluxia smiled a little more, leaning forward and very lightly touching his lips to Vexen's. "Yeah."

Vexen kissed Marluxia, not at all lightly or cautiously, diving in with passion and lust. Marluxia laughed a little, pressing deep into the kiss and wrapping his arms around Vexen's neck. Vexen closed his eyes and gave a soft moan, letting himself get lost in the kiss. Marluxia was as tasty as he was aromatic. Marluxia purred a little, pressing himself to Vexen. Vexen pressed back just as hard, cupping the back of Marluxia's head to deepen the kiss. Marluxia moaned, letting Vexen dominate the kiss as he let his hands run over the blond's body. Each touch sent a pleasant jolt through Vexen. He felt alive and free, full of joy and ecstasy. His body ground against Marluxia of its own accord.

Marluxia pushed Vexen back onto the bed, following after so that he straddled Vexen's hips, breaking the kiss to move to Vexen's neck. Vexen's head pressed back into the mattress as his hands moved away from Marluxia's body to grip the sheets. He had a not-entirely-unpleasant feeling between his legs, an aching that needed to be satisfied. Nipping and kissing at Vexen's neck, Marluxia's hands were busy plucking open Vexen's shirt, his fingers tracing over the skin he exposed.

Vexen was overcome with pleasure. "Yes," he whispered. "Marluxia, please.. please, don't stop."

"I won't." Marluxia chuckled, raising his head so he spoke against Vexen's ear as his hands reached his pants. With trained hands, he had Vexen's pants off in seconds, as well as his own.

Vexen shied away slightly. "You tickle," he accused.

Grinning, Marluxia caught Vexen's earlobe between his teeth, biting very gently. He brushed a hand over Vexen's privates, giggling a little- although he wasn't sure why. Vexen looked at Marluxia questioningly.

"This... Isn't our first time, but before... We weren't like this. We rushed." Marluxia explained. "I wasn't laughing at you, relax."

"We've done this before?" Vexen whispered, his eyes alight with fascination and pleasure.

"In a changing room." Marluxia laughed again, kissing under Vexen's eyes quickly, his hands stroking Vexen again.

Vexen's breathing came hard and fast and his body responded in pleasure. "This is magical," he whispered

"This is nothing." Marluxia smirked, catching Vexen's hands as he sat up, guiding the blond's hands to his hips. "Guide me." he ordered as he positioned himself above Vexen.

Vexen pulled Marluxia down slowly, with a couple of false starts, but the pinket was soon impaled on him. His eyes went wide at the sensation and he let out a strangled sound. Marluxia moaned softly, clasping his hands over Vexen's as he slowly raised himself and bought himself back down, waiting on Vexen to choose the pace. Vexen squeezed Marluxia's hips and pulled him up and down, slowly at first, but then at a more moderate pace, thrusting into Marluxia instinctively. His head seemed permanently glued to the mattress, throat exposed, mouth open in pure pleasure. He moaned the younger man's name several times. To feel such pleasure-!