(It gets a bit warmer from here on out~)
2.
"Mn," Marluxia almost whimpered when Vexen broke the kiss. He liked that cold feeling by far, though he really loved any touch from the man, and his body did not lie about that fact at all, not that he would either. He shivered slightly when he did feel the Scientist's breathe on his neck; it was a sensitive area for the flower after all. "Love..." he only mumbled now.
Vexen's eyes opened, not catching Marluxia's words. His own eyes had begun to fog over, darkening to a deep evergreen. "What was that?" the elder whispered into the rose's ear, his voice like velvet. So far, Marluxia was nearly putty in Vexen's arms, but the Academic was still cautious should his lover decide to switch mindsets yet again.
Marluxia's eyes were tightly shut as he whispered "Love." The Scientist's voice working on him with ease, Marluxia was just trying to stay calm really, and not be "scared". Emotions without being emotions, they could switch easily. That was how he acted after all, but he had to stay soft and "gentle" like this if he was going to let Vexen take him, which was what he wanted. He wanted to feel owned by the Academic.
Vexen drew back and slowly laced the fingers of both hands in Marluxia's hair, pushing it back to get a better view of his face. His cheeks were slightly flushed; his eyes, closed—needless to say he was quite enjoying what was going on, the mere thought of it making Vexen's face flush even more. "I...love you, Marluxia," the blond purred, claiming his lips again. Because of Vexen's usually-guarded attitude toward most, he still had some trouble voicing what he seemed to feel.
Marluxia's blush deepened slightly when he felt Vexen's hands push his hair back, blue eyes opening for only a moment, not even getting a chance to reply before the Scientist did kiss him again. Not that he did mind, of course. His face did not feel nearly as warm as his body though, it was burning a certain kind of heat, and it was the one he did always have around the scientist. Purring gently into the kiss, he just tried to stay calm and actually try not to push Vexen back just by instinct to dominate really anyone. His hands were now at his own sides, not even touching the scientist besides by the kiss. It was only to see what he would do, after all.
He loved the sound of the rose's voice letting him know that he liked what Vexen was doing. Thinking that it was time to move on, the Academic twirled the drawstring of Marluxia's hood around his fingers and gently pulled down. Green eyes cracked open slightly to see what the other's reaction would be.
He was pleased when he felt the Scientist pull on his hood slightly, ignoring how it did mess with his hair as he pulled his head back. He broke the kiss this time himself. "Please..." he whispered, his eyes still tightly closed. He was positive Vexen would know what he meant this time.
Freeing one hand and snapping his fingers Vexen mentioned, "I hope you don't mind my room this time." A portal opened behind the scholar, and he slowly backed in, pulling Marluxia along.
They reappeared in Four's quarters, the room looking a little plain compared to Marluxia's. The place was kept clean save for the desk which was somewhat cluttered with archives and scrawled notes. As Vexen led Marluxia toward his bed, he gently pushed on the other's chest as a signal for him to lie down.
Marluxia liked how Vexen did pull him along; he was not really use to being controlled. Yes, people did try, and not really succeed, so it was nice to him in a strange way.
Marluxia understood what Vexen wanted when he did push on his chest; it was instinct to him really, not even speaking at all as he sat down on the bed before laying back. Pink hair flattened behind his head as his blue eyes widened, putting on a fake innocent expression as he set his hands above his head. "Nn, Vexen?"
Vexen joined Marluxia on his bed, removing his boots before hovering over the Assassin on all fours. "Yes?" the blond asked, toying with the clasp on his lover's cloak.
Marluxia's right hand moved slightly to grasp on Vexen's hair, though before he did so he set it back on the bed. "Do whatever you want to me, ok Vexen? No matter what I say, understood?" he whispered back, his blue eyes barely open now. He was by far acting differently than his usual controlling self, but he still had control to some degree, of course.
Vexen's brow furrowed as he flicked open the clasp and pulled down the zipper, his nervousness showing again. Marluxia was just going to let him do this? What if he messed up? He opened his mouth in protest, but no words would come out once he saw Marluxia looking up at him like that. The Academic merely nodded, quickly removing his gloves and letting his hands slide over Marluxia's torso.
Marluxia shivered slightly when he felt Vexen's hands on him again, still not completely used to the cold. He moved his right hand to the blond's neck. "Instinct, remember?" he whispered softly, blue eyes wide open again. He could tell the Scientist was nervous, he had expected it in truth, but that was also part of why he was allowing this. He wanted Vexen to actually know and feel what it was like to own him, even if it was only this once—if he decided he did not like it, that was fine with him. He just wanted to feel owned; even once would be enough.
Four blinked, remembering what Marluxia was talking about. "Er...right," Vexen responded, returning his focus to the task at hand. Both cloaks were soon disposed of, leaving both men clothed from only the waist down. Vexen then took Marluxia's hands and focused his energy, creating a pair of icy shackles on the rose's wrists. "Feeling cold yet?" asked the scholar as he kissed Marluxia's throat and slowly ground their hips together.
Marluxia was pleased to have his cloak off, and even more pleased by the urgency with which Vexen seemed to do so. Wanting to touch him again but taking in the fact he had just shackled him of all things as a way of telling him not to. He would have to remember to pay back such a favor at another time. "Nn...only slightly," Marluxia mumbled, since it was really only his upper half that felt cold at all. Wrapping his legs around Vexen's now to pull him closer, he was trying to submit in truth, but he still would not fully let Vexen have all the fun though.
The Academic smirked, expecting the answer. "Of course...but I should think you'd be very warm, oh, here, for instance?" With that Vexen flipped open the button on Marluxia's pants and without warning shoved his cold hand down the front.
"Tch." the Assassin was only able to make that sound as his blue eyes tightened close feeling Vexen's cold hand. He always felt warm though, and that was by far usually obvious. He did not mind such "teasing" though, that and really any part of his body was warmer than Vexen's anyway. It was what he was after though, that touch.
Vexen couldn't help but grin wider as he bent down to Marluxia's ear. "Forgive me, but I can't quite hear you. Can you speak up, please?" he whispered, squeezing slightly before withdrawing his hand and tugging Marluxia's pants down while gently biting down on his ear.
Marluxia lifted his hips up slightly so Vexen could more easily remove his pants, whimpering almost at the loss of his cold touch there. His face had become a soft shade of pink now, almost like his hair, at the feeling to his ear; he had always been overly sensitive, and it was even worse when the person doing the touching was someone he liked let alone loved. "T-Tease..." he finally whispered, blue eyes opening in a mild glare."You're a tease!"
Their eyes locked for a moment, and Vexen laughed softly at his lover. "Ah, I'm afraid that can't be helped, my darling," he taunted, placing a quick kiss on Marluxia's lips and ruffling his hair, "Not when you've given me this to work with." Number Four settled his hands on Marluxia's thighs, running his hands upward along them.
Marluxia winced hearing Vexen laugh, not really sure if it was because of how the Scientist did laugh or if it was because he "felt" laughed at. He ignored that kiss and shook his head. "I-I can't help it!" It was the truth, the slightest touch from Vexen did easily arouse him, and he ignored the fact for the most part, disliking how easy that made him "feel".
Vexen leaned over Marluxia again, their faces nearly touching. "Of course you can't...at least that's what this is telling me," he said, removing Eleven's underwear and running one finger up the length of his manhood.
Marluxia winced slightly before almost visually shivering, "I-I am not...joking." Which he was not as he tried to stay calm.
(And these so shall stop at random places, be ready for that~! *Laughs evilly*)