Before you read: So this story has had a sudden rush of people putting it on their alerts and favoriting it...but I'm getting less and less reviews? If you like it enough to favorite it, can't you take a few seconds to let me know what you like about it? REVIEW PLEASE! I love that you all like this enough to fave and alert it, but reviews mean quite a lot to me. If I know what you like, it might inspire me to write more of what you say you like! ^-^
Anyway, here are some more prompts. I have at least two more drabbles written, I just felt like putting one of these up because I haven't in a while.
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Neglect - Vexen could probably spend days at a time in the basement, so focused on his experiments that he forgets everything else. Marluxia doesn't let him, however. He reminds Vexen that he has to eat and sleep, and no, he does not appreciate the insinuation that he's only worried for the sake of the sex they'll be having later. But…but they still are…right?
Committed – Figuring out the older man is some sort of impossible combination of a science and an art…but Marluxia is determined to do so.
Deliver – Sometimes Marluxia sends a Dusk to Vexen's labs with little messages meant to brighten his day. He's yet to realize that Vexen doesn't find all the borderline illegal things Marluxia wants to do to him to be very comforting.
Exposed – Sometimes Marluxia kicks Vexen hard enough to make him fall out of the bed while feigning sleep…because it's just such a nice view…
Preserved – Larxene asks if she can turn the labs into a caged arena to pit the remaining experiments against each other once the scientists are eradicated. Marluxia says no, the labs will stay exactly as they are now, and refuses to discuss it further.
Depressed – In the winter months, Marluxia seems to literally wilt; even his vibrant pink hair droops and looses color. Vexen would feel worse for him if not for two reasons…one, he's feeling particularly cheerful in comparison and two…it's Marluxia.
Association – When Marluxia hands her a drink, Larxene can't help but notice that it's room temperature. She supposes it's too soon for him to fully appreciate an 'ice cold' beverage…Axel did just return after all.
Fire – Vexen is a coward, neither of them feel the need to deny or discuss this…but out of all the things he fears, he fears fire the most. He didn't mean to tell Marluxia this…of all the people to tell after all…but once the younger man knew he went very still for a few moments before returning to normal. Months later, as Axel bears down on him, Vexen realizes dully that Marluxia had been planning this for quite a while.
Anticipation – Vexen's in the shower and Marluxia is under strict orders not to join him. He said nothing about sitting outside of the bathroom waiting to pounce on him as soon as he walks out though…
Give - It never ceases to amaze Vexen when Marluxia is in a generous mood. Tonight he finds a new microscope sitting amongst his piles of paperwork.
Probability – There is an eighty-seven percent chance that Marluxia is laying naked in his bed, waiting for him to walk in. There is a seventy-eight percent chance that he's looking forward to it.
Observation – Vexen notices that Marluxia is always more willing to let Vexen sleep after just one 'go' if he's been otherwise pleasured earlier in the day.
Carry – Marluxia adjusts the unconscious body draped over his shoulder and wonders, as he carts Vexen off to bed, if perhaps he should be more forceful in demanding that Vexen take a break from his experiments every now and then. Leaving him down there until he passes out doesn't sit very well with Marluxia, feelings or not.
Elemental – No one ever thinks of flowers when the basic elements are listed. Marluxia is put out by this and he's not encouraged in the least by how smug Vexen seems whenever this comes up in a conversation.
Inform – Marluxia does not appreciate Vexen's self-righteous tone as he mentions to the writhing and moaning body beside him that perhaps his stomach would hurt less if he'd stopped eating by the time he'd consumed his body weight in food the second time around? Surely it was the third round that was making him so ill? If Marluxia wasn't aching so badly he'd probably try to hit him.
Spiral – Vexen moans softly as Marluxia licks little heated patterns into the layer of frost that Vexen has covered himself with in a futile attempt to stay cool.
Thirst – Marluxia sucks greedily at the icicle forming from the tip of Vexen's fingers, his body is still overheated from sex, and every bit of the freezing water his hot mouth pulls from the ice is pure bliss.
Equality – Marluxia would give Vexen almost anything…anything he could ever want for the younger man to buy him, any room in the castle, any food or drink he might desire…but there are some things Marluxia just isn't willing to give. Vexen presses his face into the pillow and bites back a gasp, suddenly and brutally reminded of this fact.
Illustration – As Namine flips through her coloring book in growing horror, explicit drawing after explicit drawing on every page, she decides that it's not that Marluxia can't draw, it's that he shouldn't. She hasn't really spent much time with Vexen…but after this she's fairly certain she wouldn't be able to manage it.
Ingredients – Marluxia is baking. Vexen would probably feel better about his sudden decision to do this if he weren't demanding octopus for the cake he's trying to bake.
Shout – For someone who sounds absolutely delicious when whimpering softly, Vexen screams far too often.
Intercom – Would Marluxia kindly climb down from Vexen's bookshelf, put his pants back on and report to the Superior?
Caring – Marluxia is curled impossibly close to Vexen tonight, as though he fears that he'll slip away if he loosens his grip. Vexen doesn't know what's brought this on or why he seems so clingy, but the childlike expression on his face makes Vexen think that if he could care, then perhaps he just might…just for a moment, until the strange occurrence passes.
Cheerful – Marluxia is suspicious every time Vexen is happy for no apparent reason. The last time he got this way larvae had eaten their way through Marluxia's entire lot of tomatoes.
Forbidden – There are some thing that Vexen has never been interested in finding inside of himself, and Marluxia is not going to be the person to change that.
Improvement – Someone has gagged Marluxia. Vexen supposes it was Larxene and silently compliments the girl on her work, despite their mutual dislike…he could certainly get used to the quiet.
Ability – Marluxia doesn't know when in life Vexen ever needed to be able to fit his entire fist in his mouth…but he's not about to complain.
Incorrect – Vexen actually laughs at Marluxia's answer. He's torn between being upset that he was wrong and being pleased that he got to hear Vexen genuinely pleased.
Release – Marluxia's vision goes white and his body is suddenly radiating so much heat that he's frozen at his very core. Later he'll suppose that it's all quite appropriate.
Meaningless – The night before he is killed, Marluxia tells him that he loves him. Vexen's laugh is bitter and both of them wish that it had never been said at all.
Voluntary – It's not until he realizes that it's Vexen who's suddenly kissing him that Marluxia wonders if perhaps this is more consensual than the older man wants to admit.
Clone – Marluxia remembers, some time in the three hours he's spent sitting on the foot of Vexen's bed since Axel's return…that Vexen does have clones of himself stored away somewhere…he can't bring himself to look for them though.
Prince – Marluxia had to have been some sort of royalty in his Somebody's life, Vexen has decided. There is no other way to account for his selfishness and spoiled behaviour.
Unhelpful – Vexen supposes most people would find Marluxia's attempt at assisting him despite his complete lack of experience to be adorable…but since he's now splattered with what is most likely the remains of his specimen's liver…
Fascination – Vexen's eyes are vivid, poisonous and intoxicating. Marluxia stares into them and is briefly glad that he's never taken up the habit of hallucinatory narcotics…eyes like Vexen's would be far too intense when viewed under the influence of something meant to bring out intensity.
Introduction – Vexen is looking for Xemnas, so to be fair, he's fairly preoccupied, but he could have sworn that, as Xigbar and the young man trailing along behind him pass, that someone has just grabbed his ass.
Irritation – If Marluxia taps that pencil against the desk one more time Vexen will not be held responsible for his actions.
Iron – Vexen feels the cold metal bands click shut around his wrists and wonders what sort of twisted pervert can't settle for the customary handcuffs. Marluxia has him in shackles.
Frown – The majority of their encounters end with a determined scowl stretched across the blonde's face. Marluxia has come to treasure the few times that he is graced with a smile.
Plea – Axel is laughing raucously as he mimics Vexen's last moments for an equally jovial Larxene. Neither of them notice Marluxia as he slips out of the room and makes it halfway to his garden before vomiting all over the pristine white floor of the hall.
The next one will either be a semi-fluffy light-hearted one, or another slightly manic and depressing one. How about those of you reading decide which I post first? If no one has a preference, I'll pick?
Oh and it's probably sad, but I have no problem imagining Marluxia on acid...it might actually explain some things...
anyway, as I said before, REVIEW PLEASE
