See, here's one that's rated M. Just a little drabble with Vexen playing with his element and Marluxia overanalyzing everything to justify letting him do so. The title can have more than one meaning...or it can be a word I just stuck there for lack of a better title. You pick. :)


Frozen


Marluxia watched Vexen fume silently in the corner of the room, turning the pages of his book with unnecessary force.

Marluxia supposed he'd done something wrong, but he couldn't be bothered to find out exactly what it was Vexen was angry about. It was a pointless endeavor. Marluxia didn't really care anyway, and by the time he got Vexen to actually tell him what was wrong, the blonde would have probably moved on to something else to be angry about.

Getting him to forget about it though…that could be rewarding.

In one fluid motion, Marluxia pulled himself from his lounging position against his windowsill and moved quietly across the room to the foot of the bed where Vexen was perched in all his affronted glory.

He bent forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Vexen's temple and was predictably swatted away. Unperturbed, he tried again, this time nibbling on the exposed skin of Vexen's neck. When Vexen tilted his head to cut Marluxia off, the younger man used the sudden closeness to his advantage, capturing Vexen's lips.

Perhaps there had been a point in time where this would lead to physical violence…but that time had passed quickly, Marluxia was stronger. Verbal abuse was common, but as of late, Vexen was less inclined to that as well.

It really just didn't do much good, and both of them were tired of it.

Besides…they'd unwittingly come across a far better way for Vexen to vent his frustration with whatever transgression Marluxia's latest careless, self centered nature had brought about.

Marluxia loved knowing how much control he had over the older man, so what happened next surprised Vexen every time it happened…but to Marluxia it was just another form of control.

He'd gotten to the point that he liked to see how much control he could give up while still feeling as though Vexen was the one being manipulated.

Breaking the kiss, Marluxia eased himself backwards onto the bed, arching his head back to leave his neck exposed. Vexen slid down beside him, biting softly at the column of pale skin, his long fingers working deftly at Marluxia's Organization coat.

Marluxia helped to push aside the heavy material, watching with lidded eyes as Vexen dropped the entire thing on the floor beside the bed.

The scientist supposed he should have been annoyed by Marluxia's never ending presumptuousness...he was already naked beneath the coat…but it really did just make things easier, so he continued his ministrations without comment.

Marluxia bit his lip as Vexen trailed his freezing lips down his neck and over one shoulder, grazing his teeth over the tender skin covering his collarbone before looking up.

Marluxia reached out with one hand and combed his fingers through Vexen's hair, mussing it and pulling it messily into the other man's face.

Vexen rolled brilliant green eyes beneath his newly acquired curtain of hair, brushing it back into place as he dipped his head lower, laving his tongue across Marluxia's chest before lifting his head, his fingers leaving icy trails along Marluxia's hips as they traveled upward to press frosty circles against his nipples, twisting around to push both into iced peaks.

Marluxia hissed in delight, arching his back as Vexen's mouth moved back to his face, kissing his nose; then biting at his chin.

Marluxia felt himself going numb, every part of him that Vexen touched was covered in a layer of frost, constantly melting and re freezing, the heat of his skin and Vexen's control over the element battling to keep him frozen.

The change in temperature was soothing…in the disturbing sort of way that hypothermia victims experience before drifting off and never waking again. Vexen had covered his entire chest in ice, had he still had a heart to have a pulse, it would have been considerably slowed at this point. Vexen took advantage of this, digging his nails into Marluxia's hips, hard enough to rip the skin, ice covering the wounds before they could be felt.

He'd started on his legs now, running his tongue over Marluxia's thighs, making his arousal swell painfully; despite the chill setting in all around it…his body had learned by now, how to maintain interest despite being shut down by the cold.

By the time Vexen reached his feet, pausing to suck on each toe individually, Marluxia decided they'd gone far enough. Vexen had started to neglect…as he always did, the maintenance of the ice coating his torso. Marluxia shut his eyes, lamenting briefly the loss of the lovely picture Vexen presented him with…somehow naked himself, though Marluxia hadn't managed to keep track of when exactly Vexen had shed his clothing…but knowing that it was necessary to concentrate for this next part. Ice was melting rapidly along his shoulders, forearms and chest, but it did help to concentrate.

It was probably foolish, the way he got himself out of this. Elementally cliché perhaps, but he found the ice melted away faster if he imagined himself as a plant in spring. Perhaps a willowy little sapling, with flower buds peeking out over the snow, or early spring lilies, vibrant purple heads bursting out of the still freezing ground…and not to be crass, but that imagery was easily supported by his own…purpling head.

Yes, it was definitely time to end Vexen's games.

He flipped the pair of them over, chilly water splashing over them both as the melted coating of ice was sloshed across his chest. Vexen made a grumbling noise of protest, but they'd both known this part was coming, so it wasn't nearly as convincing as it could have been.

Marluxia pulled the blonde man up so that their chests were touching, both nearly blue with the cold…one self induced, the other equally self induced in the allowance of what had led up to this point.

"Did you have fun?" He asked, his voice hoarse, both with want and in an attempt to get his frozen vocal cords to begin functioning properly again.

Vexen remained silent, laying his head to one side in quiet acceptance. Marluxia supposed he should have felt a bit bad about having conditioned the other man to being used to sate Marluxia's considerably more voracious libido…but the small quirk of those thin, pale lips, reminded him that Vexen wasn't exactly suffering either.

Marluxia rubbed himself against Vexen, the friction, more than the body beneath him, helping him to warm himself. It was taking a bit longer than usual…he'd let Vexen get carried away he supposed…but it was a heady sensation, finding himself submerged in Vexen's element…he wasn't too fond of sensory deprivation…but this was somehow different. He could still feel, still hear, still see…it was just muted, his sight made fuzzy by the lack of response in his brain.

But Vexen was almost attractive that way…a hazy glow around his blonde hair, his eyes seeming far too bright and hypnotic to Marluxia's somewhat distorted senses…it was worth the temporary loss of control.

And it wasn't like he was really the one being manipulated…not when it always ended like this…with him pressed down against the slim form beneath him, guiding himself inside of the surprisingly warm entrance, unable to stop the satisfied moans that spilled from his lips. The fact that Vexen also had trouble keeping himself quiet at this point, only added to his fervor. He never did last long after this, his body, having finally regained feeling, seemed overly enthusiastic, but Vexen usually ended up too caught up to realize how little time really passed after his part was complete. Not only did it please him that he could distract Vexen in such a way, Marluxia supposed he'd be teased otherwise…it really was for the best.

He wasn't gentle, it never occurred to either of them for him to be, and there was a resounding slap of skin as he thrust into him, draining himself in more ways than one.

He slumped against Vexen, letting himself go limp. He was content to lay unmoving until Vexen made a small, irritated sound, and shifted uncomfortably beneath him. With a satisfied groan, he rolled over, pulling Vexen to his side.

The older man looked over at him with guarded eyes, his thoughts indecipherable just by looking at his face.

And after all this time, Marluxia knew better than to try and ask.


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