Something broody...and hey, it's in Vexen's point of view. Perhaps similar to Marluxia's creepy watching Vexen in his sleep drabble a few chapters back...because I was actually pondering that one in my head when I got the inspiration for this one. Ah well, we'll see.

Also, I have a request for anyone reading, if you feel so inclined. I'd love to have you suggest the words that I use as part of my next word-drabble collection. Anyone interested? Get creative, or get random, just string some words out for me in a review or PM and I'll try to work them in? I thought it would be fun to try and do one like that.


Touch


Vexen traces his fingers over the slight bow of Marluxia's lips, amazed once more at how deeply Marluxia seems capable of sleeping when Vexen touches him in this way. He can run his fingers down his side, place kisses to his chest, even nibble on his shoulder without the younger man stirring. As long as his touches are sensual Marluxia will sleep like an infant, perfectly still and something bordering on content.

Anything else will trigger his fighting nature; an accidental push to his side for example…Vexen has learned this the hard way. Still…he wonders, considering Marluxia's most likely promiscuous nature, if no one has ever tried to kill him in this manner, touching him sweetly until the last moment...

…moving closer and closer as he slept, his rosy hair framing his face, almost soft and innocent in the dim light of the moon…what a lie that was…

Morbidly curious, Vexen shifts a bit closer, rubbing Marluxia's side slowly, sliding his thumb over the curve of Marluxia's hip. The smaller man's lips quirk in his sleep and he makes a small sound of approval before sighing and settling back into a deeper sleep.

Emboldened by the reaction, Vexen moves closer still, grazing one nipple with his fingernails while giving Marluxia's shoulder an open mouthed kiss. After a few more careful touches Marluxia shows no signs of waking, though he does seem to be becoming aroused. Vexen supposes he should be amused by that, but he's far too tense in comparison, still half curious and half contemplating.

Marluxia would deserve this. Not just to die, but to die in such a way. To be killed by Vexen. Marluxia has probably never considered it. Vexen is something to be taken for granted. When he couldn't be trusted to be useful as a scientist…these are Marluxia's words, not Vexen's, Vexen would be willing to argue bitterly against them…he became useful to Marluxia in other ways. Vexen could be trusted to always give an honest opinion to any idea or question Marluxia presented to him. His words are honest, if cruel and Marluxia claims to find them refreshing. He had never tried to please Marluxia and he still has not, even now that they share a bed on most nights. Of course, that's yet another way Marluxia claims he is useful. He admitted once, that he finds Vexen irresistible, though he isn't sure why. Vexen sometimes wishes that there were a way to use that to his advantage, but he hasn't managed to figure out how. Marluxia won't give him special treatment, extra funds for his experiments, or even take his suggestions into consideration, whether in governing Oblivion or in bed.

But perhaps this? Perhaps this is his advantage? Being allowed this close, being allowed close enough to make Marluxia pay for all the horrible things he's ever done to him?

Would Marluxia wake? Vexen isn't physically stronger, but it would only taken seconds to freeze and shatter the slim column of his neck should Vexen place his hands correctly. He presses a kiss to Marluxia's Adam's apple, feeling a small, sleepy laugh bubble up in Marluxia's throat, though it never sounds past the slight vibration.

If only everyone could know that the feared and vicious assassin was ticklish…Vexen has never even considered telling anyone though, it wouldn't be worth the hell Marluxia would put him through, and there was a good chance no one would even believe him.

That and he'd have to explain how he knew that in the first place…

Vexen slides his hands up Marluxia's arms, massaging his shoulders for a few moments, working up the courage to move them up further, his fingers pressing against the base of Marluxia's neck ever so gently, slowly growing colder with each passing moment even as he places light kisses across his jaw.

A shiver goes through Marluxia as the cold begins to seep through him, his throat working thickly as the cells inside of him begin to swell. Vexen is shaking as well, but not from cold as much as terror, both wonderful and horrible at the same time. He's still kissing and Marluxia is still trusting in his slumber, the soft touches working like some sort of sleep-inducing narcotic.

Marluxia's lips are turning blue and his erection has flagged, but Vexen hasn't yet worked up the courage to pinpoint his power to Marluxia's neck alone. He's shivering and the small noises he makes are less pleasant. Vexen doubts it's his touch that's keeping the assassin asleep now; it's probably the numbing effect of his ice.

"Vexen." Marluxia whispers hoarsely and his eyelids flutter, not quite opening. He sounds so young and in that moment Vexen feels far older than he actually is.

Marluxia deserves this. Marluxia deserves worse, but Vexen can't bring himself to do it. He moves his hands, draping himself over the smaller man and pulling the cold back into his core, warming Marluxia somewhat.

Marluxia opens his eyes. "What were you doing?" he asks thickly, blinking blearily. "You're too cold."

"I was having a dream." Vexen says vaguely, petting Marluxia's hair back from his face in a gesture that is so unfamiliar to a conscious Marluxia, that it subdues him somewhat.

"A nightmare?" Marluxia croaks, pulling the blankets back up over both of them and hugging Vexen close. Vexen could be surprisingly warm in times like this, when he was holding his element back on purpose.

Vexen frowns thoughtfully, resting himself against Marluxia's chest, suddenly exhausted. "I'm not sure." He says finally. "It might have been a nightmare. Or it might have been a very nice dream…it didn't finish."

Marluxia hums, not really responding. "Try not to have any more dreams that might kill me." He says, and if he'd only known just what had been going through Vexen's mind, perhaps he wouldn't have been joking.

Vexen says nothing in response, but places the experience neatly in the back of his mind. Perhaps one day he'll have reason to use it.

But tonight…tonight he is far too tired and Marluxia is far too comfortable, hell he's almost bearable in this half-sleeping state. Vexen sighs, shutting his own eyes even as Marluxia is falling asleep once more.


No, I don't think canon!Marluxia woudl be able to sleep through all that. That's why this is a fanfic drabble and not a KH cutscene.

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