My updating schedule is so very sporadic...ahhh...this one is crack. Seriously. My goodness. Let's also just say, for the sake of the plausibility of the story, that Vexen can make his ice not actually harm anyone. Er...you'll see?
Consequences
Marluxia found himself quite suddenly becoming reeducated as to just how vindictive and grudging Vexen could be for someone who cared more about science than his own well being, much less other people.
He his lesson came in the form of some rather unfortunately placed ice.
Unfortunately placed in that it was on his genitals.
Coating them.
And Vexen, being a scientist, knew just how to go about doing such a thing to provide maximum discomfort without destroying Marluxia's reproductive organs completely…because he did occasionally feel the need to put those to use.
Marluxia wasn't frozen solid…though he was still afraid to touch for fear of breaking something…perhaps it was instinct? Instead he was…encased, a nice thick coating of ice frozen solid around his penis, artfully arching it upward in what would have been a painful arch in normal circumstances had it been put into that position by some sort of arousal…now that it was put there against its own volition it was much worse.
Vexen hadn't frozen him completely…so he could still very much feel. And he felt cold. Searing, spiking, anguishing cold right where he wanted it least.
And Vexen didn't halfway do anything. The layer of ice reached down from the base of his penis to encase his testicles as well.
Fucking hell.
Marluxia sat up gingerly, realizing numbly that his head was pounding in addition to…and probably partially because of…the newest addition to his nether regions.
The other cause was also the cause of Vexen's not entirely misplaced punishment. Marluxia vaguely recalled crawling into bed with the blonde in the wee hours of the morning after stumbling drunkenly down two flights of stairs from Larxene's room.
No…he hadn't slept with her…but he had followed her around and slobbered all over her neck for a while…and he doubted Vexen would believe that at that point Marluxia had actually thought she was him…all he'd really been able to make out amidst the wavering blur that had become his vision had been a blob of blonde hair and green somewhere around where the face and eyes should be.
Being Larxene, she'd humored him until her amusement with him calling her Vexen had faded into irritation that the gorgeous idiot actually wasn't the least bit interested in her at all.
Unfortunately, as Marluxia's apparently dismal luck would have it, Vexen had been present for Marluxia's considerably less than sober propositioning and had stormed off in a huff.
Had Marluxia been a bit more aware of…anything…he might have been suspicious of Vexen's acceptance of him when he'd come to bed. In the moment though, having an accommodating Vexen to snuggle against had been all he'd really been after, and he'd passed out blissfully, unconcerned by any consequences that might arise.
Now though…now he was quite concerned.
The pain was making him feel a bit faint.
And Vexen was nowhere to be found, which meant he'd have to look for him to get him to fix this…if Vexen was mad enough to do this, he was probably mad enough to be personally monitoring the ice to make sure it didn't melt.
And he couldn't put any pants on…his penis was sticking straight out.
Well damn.
He stood, shifting from one foot to the other like a small child that badly needs to use the bathroom…only it was a good thing he wasn't…because he couldn't.
Finally, the nauseating discomfort caused him to act. He gingerly pulled on his Organization coat over his naked form and zipped it all the way up.
Oh brilliant, it was still quite obvious that his dick was sticking up…if anyone made any comments…well, he was in need of someone to maim…and Vexen wouldn't do…threatening to do bodily harm to the man who could apparently chose to add on to the ice and break your penis off wasn't a great idea.
Marluxia paled as he exited the room. How had this never occurred to him before? All the times he was horrible to Vexen…and he could just reach out and snap his dick off? Knowing that bastard he'd take everything…and trusting that Vexen liked those parts of him too much to remove them would be stupid…Vexen seemed to enjoy having sex with him…but what if one day he decided causing that sort of devastation would be more rewarding, even in the long run?
It was a completely frazzled and on edge Marluxia that nearly slammed into Lexaeus near the basement entrance. The larger man didn't give him a second glance after apologizing which sent an unreasonably large amount of relief coursing through Marluxia's limbs…now if only it could go further and warm things up a bit…
He thankfully didn't run into Zexion…Axel would have been unbearable…as would have Larxene, but the two of them hated the basement and all its occupants, so they weren't that likely to be there…Vexen was though, and sure enough, he was there, sitting at his favorite lab table, reading over some notes and sipping coffee. He looked up calmly when Marluxia stormed in, his teeth chattering.
Apparently freezing one's genitalia is a sufficient way to chill that person all around. Marluxia had never thought he'd need to know that. He dearly wished he hadn't.
"V-Vexen." He said shakily, trying to regain some of his domineering personality…but it was painfully obvious to both of them who had the upper hand.
"You don't look so well Number Eleven, rough night?" Vexen asked darkly, turning back to his notes.
"Y-you know…normal people…ju-just discuss the-their problems…" Marluxia ground out, horrified to notice that, in Vexen's presence, the ice seem to grow thicker and colder.
Bastard!
It also wasn't good that Vexen wouldn't even refer to him by name…
"W-what do you want? An ap-apology?" Marluxia asked, dismayed at how desperate he sounded.
Vexen raised an eyebrow, not looking back up.
There were no cameras in the labs, Vexen wouldn't allow them…he found it disturbing that before the start of their relationship, Marluxia would watch him work and do inappropriate things in anticipation of the time when he finally initiated a relationship…of course it had never occurred to the younger man that a relationship would not be established.
So no one would see him do this…and…and his sex life was at stake. There were very few things as important as that…to any man…and Marluxia was a particularly sexual creature on top of that.
He hit his knees, laying his head in Vexen's lap.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't tell what was going on. I thought she was you, and Larxene's a bitch, she let me believe it, and you were there, why didn't you say something, not that you needed to, I guess I shouldn't have been drinking like that, or I should have tied myself to your wrist or something, and have I mentioned how brilliant you are? And how all I really wanted was to go to bed with you, which is, if you'll remember where I ended up even if I made a complete mess of the process? I said I was sorry, right?"
Vexen was shaking slightly. Part of it was from laughter, the other part was from the sadly tickling sensation of Marluxia mumbling against his thigh.
"How much of that did you actually mean?" He asked finally. Damn him…
"Can I answer you once I'm all one, appropriate temperature?" Marluxia asked from somewhere around his belly button.
"Marluxia."
"Well…I did think it was you. And I did want to go to bed with you."
"And drool all over me, attempt to have sex, but pass out before you could concentrate enough to get your pants off?" Vexen asked dryly. "I noticed, by the way, you didn't mention that 'I'm sorry' was one of the things you meant."
"I only ever wanted to drool all over you." Marluxia said earnestly, evading the second part of the statement.
Vexen rolled his eyes. "Stand up."
Marluxia obeyed hopefully.
Vexen stood as well, unzipping the coat and pushing Marluxia down into his chair.
Marluxia wasn't sure how Vexen went about unfreezing men's genitals…and he found himself unreasonably angry at the thought that Vexen knew anything about that at all…but he stopped caring when Vexen's mercifully warm mouth wrapped itself around the head of his cock, his fingertips pressing snugly against the base of his balls.
The overwhelming relief of realizing that he would be able to climax again at some point in his life…in the very near future even, combined with the always delightful feeling of Vexen's mouth sliding along his length made him far more responsive than he usually liked Vexen to know he was. He found himself writhing eagerly almost instantly, desperate and thankful mewls escaping his lips.
The layer of ice because a puddle of water on the floor, and his chilled flesh became soft, then hard once more, for a completely different reason.
In his sex driven mindset, Marluxia easily forgot the horrible feeling that had existed before and focused himself solely on the pleasure he was being given. His feet shifted and curled, bare against the lab floor. He was falling apart and converging all at the same time…oh and Vexen's tongue…it was rolled expertly over the tip, flattened beautifully against the underside…and…and…now it was gone?
Marluxia gasped in disbelief as Vexen stood up, straightening out his cloak. "You're obviously still in working order." He said, turning to walk away.
"But…but you didn't do anything!" Marluxia gasped, a completely different sort of discomfort…sadly in the same area…making him speak without thinking.
"Excuse me? Would you care to explain that?" Vexen asked, quirking his lips.
"I came in here hard, and I still am!" Marluxia blurted out.
He didn't expect Vexen to laugh, but that was exactly what he did. He actually had the nerve to follow this up by patting Marluxia on the head and walking off.
Marluxia slumped down in the chair…this was not going to be a good day. And the fact that he planned on wheedling sex out of Vexen later on was surprisingly not enough to make it better.
I should probably be killed for this....review anyway?
