-1Okay, basically the first two chapters of this story are nothing but pure smut-smut. This story actually DOES have a plot, but, I mean, without the lemon at the beginning, the plot wouldn't make much sense. Read the summary, people; actual story line coming soon!
Oh, and I changed the intended, ah, 'villain' of the chapter, simply because I couldn't really write who Never and I used well.
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Xigbar paused from where he was storming down the hallway and turned around, pony-tail whipping against his back. "Me?"
Marluxia rolled his eyes. "Fucking… yes you! What are you doing wandering around the halls making all kinds of noise?" Even though Marluxia was truthfully very low on the totem-pole, he was something of a natural leader and even his superiors listened to him when he had something to say.
"I'm totally hacked off!" the free shooter said, thrusting a finger into the air to bring this point home. "You think I was being noisy but there is this odd yowling sound coming from down the fucking hallway!"
"What is it?" Marluxia asked, still leaning against the doorframe. He could feel cold air rushing along his back - not only was Vexen very unhappy at being left, but he was left there bound and thoroughly exposed.
"I dunno! But if I had to make a guess?" Xigbar disappeared before hanging upside-down right in Marluxia's face, "He he! I would say Elf-Boy yowls like a pussy-cat with Superior up his ass!"
Marluxia just stared at him blankly for a moment, blinking, before he threw his head back and laughed. "Dirty hypocrite," he accused, shaking a playful finger, "because everyone down this hallway knows that Demyx can hit note higher than that sitar of his under your cock."
Xigbar turned back right-side up but refused to answer any further than a mysteriously smug smirk. "Now don't be mean, Pinky. We all know that if it wasn't for the rampant butt-sex around here, Larxine would have a bit more than her hands full, if you follow me."
The botanist made a disgusted face, earning another laugh. A sudden burst of even colder air pushed against his back and he snarled, moving his fingers in a way that was barely noticeable, wrapping vines around Vexen's ankles and tying them to the headboards, pulling until it would cause tiny pinpricks of stretching pain along the blonde's limbs. He could hear a half-choked off gasp but knew that Vexen would never say a word about it with one of his fellows in hearing-shot.
Vexen was glaring at Marluxia's back, not at all impressed by the pure shame washing over him. He was big enough to admit that sometimes being embarrassed for Marluxia - and only Marluxia - was kind of a turn on, since the other man was never cruel about it, but the fucking pink-haired prick was standing there with the door open! If Xigbar got curious and stepped a bit closer…!
The conversation continued for a few moments before Marluxia cut off with an "if you'll excuse me now, II, I was kind of in the middle of something before you came storming down the hall like an elephant."
"Hah! I don't storm anywhere, XI," Xigbar said, lording the numbers over the botanist's head, causing the botanist to frown.
"Reminders," he muttered, "always with your reminders."
"Deserved reminders at that," Xigbar chirped. "So, what exactly were you doing?"
Vexen's blood almost froze in his veins. 'No!' he thought passionately, 'don't you dare let him come in here!'
Marluxia could not stop a smirk from coming to his lips. "I don't think you should be sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, Xigbar. Do you really want to know?"
"Didn't I just ask? Fuck yeah, I wanna know, now! Sounds like good gossip! Seriously, what were you doing?"
The scientist went pale white when Marluxia took a step back into the room. "Not so much of a 'what' was I doing as it is a 'who' I was doing."
Xigbar, hungry for the gossip, stepped in and almost straight away started rolling on the floor laughing. "Oh my God! Vexen, you dumb-shit! Look at the mess you've gotten yourself into!"
Vexen glared at them both with fury in his green eyes. "Marluxia! You little conniving bastard! Let me go!" he demanded, pulling at the vines with all of the strength in his doll-like arms and freezing the plants with his powers to make them more breakable. Marluxia walked over and climbed on top of him, pinning him down with his weight.
"Calm down, Vexen!"
"Fuck you, Marluxia! Let me go!" Vexen tried to freeze the botanist and Marluxia had to quickly shift away from him to avoid getting frostbite from his lover.
Xigbar, standing there, shell-shocked, was just trying to figure out what the hell to do. But when he saw Marluxia be forced to move off, he decided to amuse himself by helping the neophyte. "Chill, Even. Don't make me shoot you," he said, pointing a gun at Vexen's head.
He was surprised when Marluxia reached out and moved the aim of the weapon down to the floor. "Vexen," he said, voice quiet and threatening in its calmness, "I already told you that I plan to have some fun with you tonight. Don't make me do something that will hurt you. I have an idea, and I want to give it a try."
Vexen turned murderous. "No! I told you, Marluxia, let me go!" His entire upper-body was bright red with blush and, to his utter horror, his erection even increased at the feelings of embarrassment from Xigbar's semi-appreciative gaze.
"You know, Luxy, we always did wonder who was fucking around with little Mr. Tree Up His Ass, and why, but I think both questions just got quite sufficiently answered." Xigbar took Marluxia's desk chair and turned it around, sitting down with his legs crossed.
The scientist opened his mouth to say something else scathing and Marluxia rolled his eyes, taking a gag and shoving it into his mouth, tying the cloth off behind his head. Vexen made enraged sounds that were muffled by the gag and Marluxia turned to Vexen. "For all of his protests, we both know what this means, don't we?" He reached over one of the blonde's legs and stroked his fingers along Vexen's hard length. "Interested, Xiggy?"
"You fuckin' kidding? Shit yea I'm interested! But why on Earth would you let me do that?"
Marluxia crossed his arms over his chest. "Let's just say the two of us share a similar interest in seeing exactly what would happen if you got on top of my little Snowflake."
Vexen shouted behind the gag, trying not to cry. How could Marluxia be serious?! He knew that, sometimes, the botanist could be sadistic, even flat out cruel! But this was too much! This was ruining him! It wasn't like anyone in the Organization had respected him beforehand, let alone after Xigbar took him like a whore with Marluxia just standing there watching!
Xigbar stood up and relinquished the chair, stripping off his robe, left in pants, and moved onto the bed. "The shit you get yourself into, Vexy. You won't hate me for this later, now, will you?"
The look in the scientist's eyes said 'I most certainly will, so get the heck away from me!'
Xigbar subtly ignored it. "You going to watch, Marly-bai?"
Marluxia responded with a smile and walked over to his furious lover, stroking back the long blonde hair and making sure the flower he had put in their earlier wasn't about to fall out. "Every single twitch and writhe," he said, looking into Vexen's eyes as he leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
Vexen turned his head sharply and Marluxia's smile fell. "Don't be so stubborn," he hissed, "you think I would let anyone else have you so easily without having thought this out quite thoroughly?"
For Vexen, that was little reassurance, since it wasn't so much that that he was worried about.
He watched as Xigbar unzipped his black pants and pulled himself out, not even bothering to remove his gloves as he got his own length hard. Two pairs of eyes were trained on the blond and he clenched his fingers around the vines, clenching his eyes shut.
The smirk never left Marluxia's lips, and he watched Xigbar reach down with a finger, prodding at Vexen's entrance. "Don't worry; he's ready."
Vexen turned his head aside as he felt the free shooter's fingers playing with him. He wasn't even embarrassed anymore, he was flat-out humiliated and couldn't believe Marluxia would do this to him!
Xigbar used his other hand to toy with Vexen's cock, seeming amused by the make-shift sex-toy. "Nice use of your powers, XI. And I'm bein' honest about that, too. Heard rumor that Little Roxy likes it hot and sweaty."
"That's disgusting," Marluxia said, wrinkling his nose as if though his lover wasn't laying on the bed with someone else's fingers buried inside of him.
Vexen was less amused by the conversation and focused his abilities, knowing that what he was about to do would hurt him but might make Xigbar leave him alone! In a quick burst he froze his entire body and hid a horrible mental hiss at the pain. Xigbar, too, had to pull back because, even through his gloves, the sting had hurt!
"Damn, Vexen! Not playing very nice are you?!" he asked, giving him a lazy hurt look. "Guess I shouldn't be nice either then."
When the scientist had to let the chill go, panting for breath and eyes shut tight, Xigbar took the advantage.
Marluxia watched in something akin to sick humor as Xigbar shoved his hard erection deep into Vexen's ass.
The blond screamed, loudly, behind the gag and struggled as much as he possibly could, trying to clench his thighs shut and ignoring the new stinging pain from between his thighs that told him he was still hard as stone from the whole hellish situation. It wasn't enough for his lover to betray him; now his body had to turn on him too.
Xigbar groaned loudly as he sank into the semi-cool tightness, and couldn't hide a laugh. "He gets warmer the farther in you go," he commented to Marluxia, whose blue eyes were wide and absolutely shining.
"Doesn't he, though? Go on, now. He'll be fine; fuck him hard." His gaze took in ever detail of the situation. He didn't approve of a lot of what Xigbar was doing - addressing him far too much, that laugh had definitely ticked him off, but at the same time the sight of Vexen, submitting entirely to his will, doing whatever Marluxia demanded, even taking another man inside of him, was addictive to the assassin. It was beyond his comprehension that the vines may have had more to do with it than Vexen's submission.
Vexen cried out as Xigbar started to take him almost violently, thrusting in and out and his hips slamming against the blonde's backside. He felt like he was being torn open under the assault and he was sure that had Marluxia not prepared him so thoroughly with his fingers that he would be bleeding.
What was worse was that he was enjoying the pain. His struggling started to lessen as the thick member ripped through him, and he eventually rocked his hips back to meet each thrust, eyes clenched shut as he tried to escape from the reality of the situation. It was impossible, though, to ignore the brush of Xigbar's long hair against his skin and Marluxia's eyes focused right on him.
"A little lower," Marluxia whispered, voice quiet as he spread his legs and started to stroke himself at the hot sight in front of him. The idea had been quite spur-of-the-moment, inviting Xigbar in, but it had been, in his eyes, a good choice. While the oldest had never seemed that attractive to him, he, at least, would keep quiet around the others, for a price.
Xigbar dropped his hips a bit and Vexen saw stars when II slammed against his prostate. His shouts behind the gag got even louder and he writhed, unable to stand the pleasure simply from the accompanying pain. "M'r'sha, 'l'se!" he cried out, trying to get his lover to end the sexual torture of the vines between his thighs.
The pink haired man understood exactly what Vexen wanted but made a point of tilting his head, looking clueless.
Vexen continued to cry out loudly, feeling Xigbar's thrusts get smoother and quicker, knowing that the other man's pre-release fluids had to be all over his insides and he felt nauseous at the thought but at the same time relieved since it meant that this might all be over soon.
How could Marluxia do this?! Had he lost his mind?! From the first day two years prior when the botanist had gotten so infuriated during a verbal war between himself and Vexen that he had pulled back and smacked the scientist so hard that he had sent him sprawling to the floor, he had been able to put a half-sort of faith in him. Marluxia was a sadist, that much was hauntingly true, but he knew where to draw the line. But for Marluxia to humiliate him this way and demand that he demean himself in such a sexual sense for only the other's viewing pleasure was an absolute abuse of the trust that Vexen put in him and he was going to get revenge on the little fucker and goddamn did that feel good!
After a very firm thrust deep into his body, Vexen shuddered like a little bird as Xigbar's cum flooded his insides. II stayed still for a second, catching his breath, before he climbed off, seeming a little dizzy. "Gods, Pinky. That was pretty damn fun."
Marluxia smirked and removed his hand from in between his legs, still not having gotten his release yet, and nodded. "Sounded like it from where I was sitting. I'll see you to the door." He walked with Xigbar and said his goodbyes before his hand suddenly whipped out and grabbed the older by the jacket. "Listen to me. If you tell a single person about what happened in here, I'll cut your fingers and toes off one by one, fuck what Xemnas says about it, do you understand me?"
Xigbar, who would usually have laughed it off, understood how serious he was. "Yeah, totally, dude. Got it." And with that he disappeared down the hallway.
Marluxia shook his head and went back in to his lover who looked to be in so much pleasurable pain. "You were very good," he whispered, licking up the side of Vexen's neck as he untied the vines from around the base of the blonde's cock. "Just for that, I think you can have a reward."
He straddled the scientist's thighs and started to rub their bodies together harshly so that every movement brought the maximum amount of pleasure. Vexen bit down hard on the gag and it wasn't long until he had released on his stomach, Marluxia following suit not long after.
"Get some sleep," Marluxia whispered, kissing Vexen on the forehead, "we'll talk about this in the morning."
