Eventually, Marluxia withdrew his fingers and started shedding his own clothing. He spread Vexen's legs and without hesitation, pushed into him with a rapid thrust.
Vexen screamed Marluxia's name, more in pain than pleasure but he didn't mind as long as Marluxia was close to him
Marluxia didn't stop for Vexen to adjust. He was doing this for himself, not the blond, and he had stress to relieve. He bit down on his shoulder, sucking at the flesh between his teeth.
Pain soon gave way to utter bliss, and Vexen locked his legs tightly around Marluxia's waist, arching his body up to the pinket's, his head pressing back hard into the bed.
Marluxia pressed himself back against Vexen, his hands at the blond's ass and pulling him closer as he sped up.
Vexen continued moaning and screaming and clinging to his lover/rapist. "I m-might not even need therapy anymore," he gasped between screams
"Good." Marluxia said against the blond's ear, after abandoning his shoulder.
"Was that your aim?"
"No, just a bonus." Marluxia said, pulling Vexen closer. He could feel his climax creeping up on him.
Vexen clung to Marluxia— and screamed out the wrong name.
Marluxia stopped short. Even before Vexen had finished the name, Marluxia had stopped and pulled out, sitting in front of Vexen quite expressionless. "What the fuck?"
Vexen flushed dark red as he realised what he'd just said. "I…" For once he really couldn't think of anything to justify himself.
"You think about him when you're with me?" Marluxia all but snarled.
Vexen looked away, too ashamed to meet Marluxia's eyes. "N-no! You were just so rough with me. It was an accident!"
"That's a fucking huge accident, Vexen." Marluxia replied, but the anger was draining out of his voice. all emotion was. He climbed off the bed, righting his clothing.
"Marluxia, Marluxia, no, please, I didn't mean it!" Vexen babbled.
"Bullshit." Marluxia said. He couldn't even look at the blond. "I'm leaving, and if you freeze the door shut again, I will punch you face in."
"NO!" Vexen cried, jumping off the bed and tackling Marluxia to the ground. It was just one mistake after another, wasn't it? "Marluxia, listen to me. We were literally just fighting over the fact that I'd slept with him, and it was on my mind. Then with how rough you were on me… you've never been that rough with me. He has. Don't leave me. I think I could survive anything else but please, please don't leave me. I know I'm a fuckup. I know I can't do anything right but please, Marluxia…"
Marluxia squirmed beneath Vexen, easily shaking off his light weight and turning to sit and glare at him. "You said his name, Vexen. I-I… I don't know how to respond to that. I'm so… I don't know."
Vexen looked up at Marluxia with tears spilling down his cheeks, then without another word unfroze the door.
"Perhaps you should leave then. You're too good for a screwup like me," he mumbled, dissolving into sobs.
Marluxia swallowed thickly and sighed. "You are a screwup," he agreed. "I mean, I sleep with four different people a night and I've never cried the wrong name, outside of work I've never slept with another but the person I was seeing at the time…" He bit his lip. "But Jesus, you're such a mess. Despite the fact that I'm determined not to get hurt by you — although perhaps that's a little late — I can't inflict this much pain on you."
Vexen sniffled and wiped his nose, then looked back up at Marluxia with large green eyes. "You're not leaving?" He couldn't believe it.
"I… No. I guess not." He said quietly. He had no idea why he was doing this for Vexen, he had every right to be furious. But he wasn't. "Well, I'm leaving here," he gestured to the house in general. "But you're coming with me."
"I…I should get dressed," said Vexen, looking around helplessly. He couldn't remember where he'd put his clothes.
Marluxia sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "Jesus. I'm twenty-three, I should be nursing a hangover right now, not a heartbreak." He mumbled to himself as Vexen hunted down his clothing.
"I could drink with you," Vexen offered, locating his suitcase and pulling out some clothes at random.
"Getting drunk would probably the worst thing for me for the time being." Marluxia said with a meek smile He pulled himself to his feet. "I'm gonna go pack. And don't forget, we're bringing Mia with us. Still haven't told ma."
Vexen sniffled and nodded, putting on his clothes and going off to wash his face.
With another sigh, Marluxia left the room to do as he had said. It didn't take long for him to pack his own stuff, so he started on Amelia's. Without question, the little girl helped him, although she mostly focused on stuffing all of her toys into the suitcase.
When Vexen was dressed and more refreshed, he located Mia and Marluxia and offered his half-empty suitcase for her to put her toys in.
Marluxia smiled at the blond a little for being so good to Mia, quietly returning to folding and packing all of her clothing— she had a lot, for such a small little creature. When everything was packed, he scooped up Mia and her suitcase. "Okay. Now we try to make a break for it without ma kicking up too much of a fuss."
"Ice slide?" Vexen suggested, indicating the window.
"Uh, I'm not entirely sure I want my daughter to see you do that." Marluxia said sheepishly.
Vexen looked down at the ground. Marluxia was right. He was a freak. Besides, he didn't even know if he could control his power well enough to do that. He zipped up his suitcase and picked it up, his shoulders slumping.
"I just don't her growing up thinking she'll be able to do that someday, too." Marluxia explained, "So don't look like that."
Vexen straightened up a little. "'kay," he mumbled.
Marluxia pursed his lips a little and started out the room. He kissed Vexen lightly and quickly when he passed him. "Ma's gonna freak if she sees us taking Mia, so if she catches us, I'm going to hand her to you, okay? Al's already got the car running."
"What should I do?" Vexen asked.
"Get her to the car. Ma will rip into me for a while, but I should be able to get away. But if I have Mia with me, she'll try to grab her."
"Understood," said Vexen, hoping he could carry the suitcase and the girl at the same time.
"Good boy." Marluxia smiled and started down the hallway. As expected, his mother was in the living room, watching tv, but she stood up the moment she took in the trio. "Where are you taking her?" "With me." Marluxia replied flatly, and, as expected, his mother started towards him and he quickly turned to give the child to Vexen.
Vexen took the child and made a run for the door.
Considering the fact that Marluxia hadn't seen his mother in years, he knew her surprisingly well. Then again, leopards never changed their spots. The argument could be heard from the car, and Alrumia visibly flinched a few times and the snippets of coherent yelling that he heard.
Vexen managed to make it to the car relatively unscathed— though he did have to stop a couple times to put down the suitcase. He got in the back and buckled himself and Mia in. "How long d'you think this will last?" he asked.
"not long. Mar's pretty skilled at slipping out." Al said, turning in his seat to quickly tickle Mia's ribs. He was glad the child had no idea what was going on, and even enjoyed her loud giggle.
Vexen smiled. "It's been quite a week," he remarked.
"Bloody oath." Alrumia agreed. "But it's turnin' out alright. Haven't seen the sproglette in ages."
"I hope for her sake that I stop fu— messing up everything I touch soon," Vexen mumbled, sighing.
"And for Mar's sake." Alrumia added in a tone that clearly had a threat attached to it.
"Yes," Vexen agreed with another sigh. "I didn't mean to hurt him— I may have last night, to get back at him, but then … what just happened…" Vexen shook his head.
"I don't wanna hear about your little high school dramas, homo." Al said flatly. "Oh, here he comes." he added as he noticed Marluxia coming down the stairs, rushed but grinning. His brother pushed the door open for him and the moment it was shut again, he started driving. "Good chat, then?" "Best we've had in ages." Marluxia replied sarcastically.
Vexen looked out the window, biting his lip.
Marluxia sighed loudly and slumped down his seat. "Jesus." He mumbled and wound down his window. He was looking forward to just getting home and getting Mia settled in.
Vexen decided to lean against his window and nap for the ride to Marluxia's.
It seemed like everyone in the car asides from Al had the same thought at the same time. Mia and Marluxia squirmed until they were comfortable, and closed their eyes. Marluxia was asleep in an instant.
Vexen woke up when he felt the car stop. He rubbed his eyes blearily and looked out the window.
"Home sweet home~." Marluxia said groggily, looking up at his apartment building as if he hadn't seen it in a year. "Thank God."
Vexen was too tired to form words, so he just made a small noise of agreement.
Marluxia climbed out of the street and stretched, before going around to get Mia out. "You don't mind getting the luggage, right guys?" Marluxia asked, but it wasn't really a question. "I'm gonna go make coffee and put the little one to bed."
Vexen grunted and picked up his own suitcase, stumbling out of the car.
Al grudgingly grabbed the last of the luggage and locked the car. He followed his brother up like a zombie. "Fuck coffee, I'm going to bed, too."
Vexen grunted in agreement, lugging his suitcase after Marluxia and Al.
In the end, that became the plan for everyone and with an exhausted sigh, the twins and Mia collapsed onto Marluxia's bed, not even bothering to take off their shoes.
Vexen curled up on the floor next to the bed, sleeping fitfully through the night but at least not emo-freezing himself this time.