Faking it

It was just one of those days, everyone around me, everyone in the world just watching over one 'woman', talking about her and well... just fawning all over her picture. Every time I saw her picture in papers or on magazines lying around it made me feel sick, as those kind of people disgust me and well it made me feel like they were their own race and I, Vexen Gaylor, a very well published writer could almost call myself normal.

The blonde man frowned at his own personal thoughts. "Ugly made up fake Barbie-dolls." He muttered bitterly to himself. The novelist was sick of fakes and more importantly models. He knew it was why he felt put off girls and women; making him a closet gay.

Vexen stalked into his kitchen and pulled out a packet of ramen, he grabbed a pot and filled it two thirds of the way full with water. He pushed back his long blonde hair, before putting the pot on the stove element and turned it on to full heat. Vexen groaned and moved to sit at the table, resting his head in the palm of hand. His gaze lingered over a plan piece of paper, he lazily reached over the table for a pen and the blank paper. "Hmm." He thought aloud, tapping his pen on the table.

'Lusty winds,

Cool and crisp,

Blowing a gentle breezy breath,

Leaving those around gasping aloud,

It icily cheers,

Leaving those around shuddering with fear,

That breeze able to turn nasty,

They found that awfully ghastly.'

Vexen wrote before scrambling to his feet to place his waiting ramen into the boiling pot. He turned the dial on the oven down and moved back to sit down at the table. The blonde man was proud of his lifestyle and what he had earned and those who flaunted their looks he found rather filthy as he thought it was all that their job recommended, which of course got on his nerves. The blonde rubbed his temples tiredly, he knew he had to add more poems to his upcoming book on poetry.


Vexen had just come back from getting his weekly groceries and a few other things he needed; he was in his own little world, thinking up some new poems and ideas.

'Starry night,

Ever so bright,

But the blanket of stars,

Shall become rather dim,

It won't last forever,

Things never a life time,

Those things become dim,

Slowly fading until no more,

It explains the whole world,

Love bright,

Love dim,

Love no more,

Until many things become dark,

Losing that bright side,

Heading to dark,

Never to return.'

Of course it was because of these thoughts he lacked concentration, he didn't see where he was going and walked straight into someone, falling to the ground and on top of the stranger.

"Ugh watch where you're going!" Marluxia snapped, glaring up at the blonde man on top of him.

"Look I'm sorry!" Vexen muttered, getting up and brushing himself off.

Marluxia stood up gracefully and frowned at the blonde, although his frown softened when he noticed a book on plants. "Sorry, just having a stressful time." He apologized sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, before picking up the book and offered it back up to it's owner.

"I know how you feel, and thanks." Vexen replied, smiling weakly as he took the book.

"Ahh look I feel really bad now, can I offer to get you a coffee, um?" Marluxia trailed off, as he was unsure of the mans name.

"My name is Vexen, and coffee sounds good, ah?" Now Vexen too was unsure of the other mans name, although he had to admit it was quite amusing.

"Marluxia, just plain old Marluxia." He stated, and nodded. "The coffee shop down the road then?" The shorter man inquired.

"Mmm." Vexen nodded. "Have you just moved here?" The blonde asked, before he looked down at the stuff in his arms. "I'll quickly put this stuff in my apartment flat... thing, whatever." Vexen said quickly, unable to think of the right word- which was totally unlike him. He quickly took that moment to scuttle over to his door; quickly unlocking it, and darted in. Vexen placed his shopping down on a kitchen bench. My god he is gorgeous... calm down Vexen, take a chill pill. His thoughts chided him, he stepped back into the corridor and locked his door.

"I've lived here for a year or two, just that my job takes up a lot of my night and I usually sleep during the day." Marluxia murmured, running his hand through his hair.

"I personally think that jobs suck." Vexen commented with a shy grin.

"You don't have a job?!" Marluxia exclaimed, blinking a little as he was rather stunned. "Then how can you manage to afford such a flat?" The younger asked.

Vexen chuckled and walked with the shorter man to the elevator. "Well I kind of have a job, I'm an author and a poet. So writing is my way of making money." He replied, pressing the button to call the elevator.

"Sounds better than my job." Marluxia whined a little, and leaned against the wall. "So what do you write?" The younger man inquired.

Vexen chuckled and closed his eyes. "Well lets see... Romance, mystery, drama, and like supernatural death stuff..." He replied, trailing off a little.

"Sounds... interesting." Marluxia replied slowly, before sneaking a glance at the blonde.

"Now that sounds like sarcasm." Vexen pointed out.

"Well I pretty much did just wake up." The pinkette retorted playfully and laughed, before stepping into the waiting elevator.

The blonde followed him quietly. "That sounds fair, a good hot drink should do us both some good." Vexen chuckled, and pressed the button for the lobby.

Marluxia thought for a little. "I'm not sure what to choose, coffee or tea." The younger had decided that voicing his thoughts might get the right answer.

"How about we have some chai tea, seeing as it's a rather soothing drink." The blonde smiled, leaning against a wall lazily.

The pinkette chuckled. "Now that is a good suggestion." Marluxia's midnight blue eyes dazzled in the elevator light.

The pair chatted away freely as they walked down the road towards the café, it was a place called The Hovel. The duo had ordered their chai tea, before taking a seat at a corner booth.

"So what do you think of your job?" The blonde asked, sipping at his hot chai tea.

"I suppose it's alright... I mean it can get annoying and stuff, but it's honestly not easy, nor is it normal." The young man replied cautiously, he didn't wish to give away a lot of information. So instead he looked out the window.

Emerald green eyes studied the care, before his gaze landed on a magazine and he coughed, almost dropping his tea.

Marluxia jumped a little, his eyes darted to look at the others face. "What's wrong?" He asked gently, wondering if the other was okay.

The blonde groaned a little. "Honestly, what do you think of models?" Vexen asked quietly, a frown setting into his features. "I just get a little annoyed when all people want to see is a flimsy model." Vexen added, and closed his eyes.

"Well majority of them aren't smart, they're not really nice... and personality wise... well they're a total bore." Marluxia replied and manged to grin.

"How do you know? Do you work with them?" The older man asked and opened his eyes.

Marluxia nodded, he didn't want to tell Vexen the actual truth of him being a model, even if though he did work with them. "Yeah it's the only thing I can do."

"I bet it's not the only thing you can do." Vexen replied, smiling softly over the top of his cup. "I bet you're fairly talented and just don't see those hidden talents... as you do them often enough not to notice."

Marluxia's face went mildly pink and he looked at Vexen before replying. "Are you sure there? Although I did want to become an artist... or a photographer... or even something in science would've been lovely, preferably botany."

"See, there we go. I found something... your hobbies, and I bet you are good at them... so why didn't you choose any of them to do when you finished high school?" Vexen asked, arching a delicate blonde eyebrow.

"Money was a total issue... so I just had to go straight into a job... and even now I'd find it terribly hard to go to college now, I mean I just can't give up on my job just like that. It wouldn't look good." Marluxia murmured, watching Vexen's expression. "So what are your hobbies then, besides literature?"

The blonde chuckled. "Now why did I get the strange feeling you were going to ask that? Well I suppose I'm a total nerd and used to love playing video games... but also quite liked studying... just the history of things was interesting... but also I liked science... like you." He smiled, sipping his tea.


The pair got on well from their conversation at the café and had decided to do it daily... that's if the other wasn't busy... which meant Marluxia as he'd come and knock on Vexen's door and ask if he'd like to go for a tea or coffee at the café. This happened for a few weeks and they both found out more about each other, that despite what they did they had rather similar lives at school. They had both been tormented and ignored, both had shared the feeling of neglect and were unnoticed or even harassed by others.

Marluxia was becoming more open with Vexen, although he knew the other had a small problem with models, and Marluxia could understand that. But it was his only way of making a living without degrading himself to the lowest of lows, although if Vexen were to find out... which he probably would do Marluxia knew the explaining and how things always ended badly. But it was also the fact that Marluxia was pretending to be a female model and everyone seemed to believe it... and that scared him, as much as he sprayed his hair a different colour so he wouldn't be recognized.


Vexen had just finished writing his book on poetry when he heard a knock at the door, he closed his eyes for a second, before reopening them and standing up to get the door, only to find himself face to face with a bright red Marluxia. "Oh hello you." Vexen smiled warmly, standing aside to let the other in. He had decided that since their frequent trips to the café, he had gone and brought a coffee machine... and of course a special tea machine as well.

Marluxia wrapped his arms around Vexen's waist possessively. "Mm it's nice to be in your company again, I swear those models are driving me insane." Marluxia groaned a little, but didn't let go of Vexen.

Vexen chuckled and looked down at Marluxia as he shut the door. The blonde playfully ruffled Marluxia's hair; he wasn't surprised at all to find it a bit damp. He knew Marluxia hated the smell of the perfume and Vexen couldn't blame him, not to mention the hair spray. "You seem possessive today, did something happen?" Vexen asked, he was unable to move... or at least he didn't want to.

"Well I doubt you'll want to go but... I have a free ticket to tomorrow nights model runway show... of course I'll be doing what I do best... but you can see me backstage." Marluxia offered, pouting a little at the blonde.

"Is that why you're possessive or is there something on top of that?" Vexen asked, not ready to answer Marluxia's question as he was thinking it over.

"Well none of the models believe I have a boyfriend..." The younger trailed off with a blush, and almost shied away.

Vexen chuckled a little and kissed his forehead gently. "Then they're not very smart in deed... but I'll go as your boyfriend if you wish me to. I will tolerate it because of you." The blonde said softly, although he knew he wouldn't be able to stand any of the models.

The pinkette beamed and gently took Vexen's head in his hands and kissed him softly. "Thank-you." He murmured softly against Vexen's lips.

Vexen smiled and kissed him back. "Is this the part where you tell me that you need to take me shopping for a new wardrobe?" The blonde laughed.

"Now how could I do that, you look adorable in what you wear... and I'm not that vain, I just want you to be you, not something you're not."

Vexen chuckled. "Then I will stand out, drastically." He whispered, kissing Marluxia's cheek.

"But maybe I want you to stand out... you deserve to." Marluxia smiled brightly, keeping his hold on the older male.

"You look tired... do you want a coffee?" Vexen asked softly, gently petting Marluxia.

"Mm sounds good to tell the truth." He whispered softly, letting go of Vexen and made his way over to his boyfriends couch to sit down.

"One coffee, coming right up... or should I make that two." He chuckled, making his way over towards his open kitchen and turn on the coffee machine, putting a cup underneath the dispatcher; so the coffee wouldn't flow onto the floor.

"Were you up all night again?" Marluxia asked suspiciously, turning around on the couch to watch the taller man.

"Well, I couldn't really sleep, and I had ideas so I've been putting them into my book to finish it, and well now it's finished." He smiled, although he was somewhat tired.

"Well trust you to do something like that Vexen." Marluxia laughed, watching the blonde. "I hope it does well on the market."

"I hope so too, and then we could go out of dinner somewhere nice." Vexen smiled, taking the ready made coffee out from under the dispatcher, and replacing it with an empty cup. He took the hot coffee over to Marluxia. "One hot coffee, for one hot Marluxia." Vexen smiled.

The younger man chuckled as he took the coffee, taking a small sip before he put it down on a coaster on the coffee table.


Vexen sat down next to him and they chatted about how Marluxia's work went, although of course Marluxia twisted parts of it... he was actually wondering himself when he would tell Vexen the actual truth. He could understand if the blonde didn't want to be around him for a few days. The pair kept talking about anything that came to mind until Vexen had fallen asleep against Marluxia. The younger man had to chuckle a little to himself, he gently picked Vexen up and carried the blonde into his bedroom and tucked him up in bed, he left a scribbled note on the bedside table.

Vexen, I put you to bed as you'd fallen asleep on the couch and you looked to tired to leave there... but you won't be seeing me till tomorrow evening, I'm sorry but tomorrow is a rather busy day. I hope you understand.

XoXo Marluxia~

The pink haired man left Vexen sleeping peacefully while he too went back to take a nap, as he knew tomorrow would be an awfully busy day.


The flashing of the lights,

Marluxia looked up from where he was sitting, he could see the bright lights of the runway from his mirror; where the make-up artist was doing his bright make-up.

It might feel so good,

The younger had to admit silently that the music calmed him down, and the fact he knew Vexen would be there felt better.

But I got you stuck on my mind, yeah,

Although the thought of Vexen's reaction was stuck in his mind, which scared him.
The flashing and the stage, it might get me high,

The pink haired man took a deep breath and stood up, walking towards the line of women.

But it don't mean a thing tonight

He had a strange feeling that Vexen would see his eyes and realize that his boyfriend was dressed as women... and was or still is a model.

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But if I had you,

Vexen looked up over the loud music to see the first of what he usually hated.
That would be the only thing I'd ever need

The blonde was grateful that he wasn't attracted to women... and that what he was wearing was the complete opposite of what the other men were wearing; suits or nice things.
Yeah if I had you,

The blonde closed his eyes briefly as he thought of Marluxia and where he was and what he was doing.

Then money, fame and fortune never could compete

Vexen opened his eyes once more and happened to be staring at a model who looked awfully familiar.

If I had you,

His eyes widened as he realized; just by looking at the body shape, and eyes that the model was his boyfriend.

Life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy

Vexen couldn't help but notice how amazing someone he liked looked, and how they managed to pull of another gender perfectly.

Yeah, if I had you

Vexen wasn't angry at Marluxia, he watched as the younger male turned. He was the complete opposite... happy, excited.

You y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you

Knowing he was a lucky man to have a very smart and gorgeous boyfriend, who was only doing what he could to earn money, a way that didn't offer him up to complete strangers.

If I had you

Vexen knew he would be happy with Marluxia, and the fact was that they just needed to be themselves to be happy, not fakes. He knew they didn't need money or fame; to prove their love- just each other.