(It gets *Coughs* Very, very, rather smutty from this point on...and this is just the /oral/ bit. Odd side note: Vexen is so fun to deal with when he cannot speak~ And Marly...Marly is just odd...)
3.
"Fine, I suppose you've been patient enough..." Vexen lowered his head, letting the tip of his nose draw a trail down the center of Marluxia's body to where his attention was needed the most. A little unsure of how to go about it, the blond gently flicked the head of the other's erection with his tongue.
"Nn, don't...Vexen..." Marluxia whimpered, feeling the scientist lick him. It really was only to see how Vexen would reply after all. He wanted to touch the scientist, but the ice-cuffs stopped him, and he was annoyed by that fact…and pleased.
Green eyes flitted up for a moment to look at Marluxia's nearly-helpless form. "I thought you told me to ignore you. Besides," Vexen teased, blowing on the sensitive skin. "I think I have just a tiny advantage." He moved to take it all in, but at the last moment he drew back, one hand at his chin as if in deep thought. "But if you don't want me to continue, I could just leave you here..."
Marluxia's blue eyes widened for a moment before tightening again, almost in some odd form of "sadness". "It-it's not that..." he whispered softly, "Just...I wouldn't expect you to do something like that...is all..." His voice was low and at its usual monotonous level. He really was just trying to figure out how far he really could push Vexen's personal boundaries, was all. He gave no care to how he "felt", since he didn't, but he did not want the other to be "uncomfortable".
The blond was still a bit apprehensive about doing this but he shrugged it off and replied, "You learn something new every day." Returning to where he was before, Vexen licked Marluxia's tip once more before closing his mouth around it and starting a slow pace. One cold hand grabbed the base to aid what his mouth was doing.
Marluxia really just tried to stay calm feeling Vexen around him, not wanting to startle the scientist in any way by thrusting himself into the blond's mouth. That and with how slow the pace was, he could control himself rather well. "Pro-professeur..." he whimpered softly.
Vexen's free hand grazed the surface of Marluxia's stomach, feeling how his muscles tensed as he tried to control himself. He's holding back? thought the Academic. That won't do, now will it? Vexen gradually began to quicken his pace, loving the sweet sound of Marluxia's voice calling for him.
"Nn...professeur..." Marluxia whimpered at the touch to his stomach, trying to stay in control of actions. He could not lose to his lust and hurt Vexen, he would not lose. It was difficult though, feeling the pace on his length quicken, of course making it harder for him to stay calm. He really only whimpered, a much different sound than the ones he made when on top. "S-Stop...professeur!"
Knowing that Marluxia's reflexes would soon get the better of his body, Vexen debated whether he should listen to the neophyte's pleas this time, feeling the tension beneath the hand on Eleven's stomach; he was trying hard not to go overboard. Unfortunately for Marluxia, Vexen stuck to the promise he'd made to his rose. As if to say "no," the blond's hand tightened around the base and he sucked harder, running his tongue along the underside of Marluxia's shaft and humming in the back of his throat.
"Tch, professeur..." Marluxia whimpered feeling his sense of control starting to slip away with ease. This was what he had told Vexen to do after all: not listen to him. It was better like that; if the Scientist did listen to him at all the rose most likely would not be able to stay in such a submissive state. Thrusting slightly into the Academic's mouth as he could not control his reflexes any longer, the vibrations that were running through his body were driving him crazy. That and he was positive Four could tell he was holding back, not really sure if that was a good thing or not.
Vexen continued, gradually testing his own limits by taking in more and more of Marluxia while making sure he didn't gag. He began bobbing his head up and down, Marluxia's scent overwhelming his senses. What he was doing was working so far; if he kept it up the rest should go smoothly, so he thought.
"Mhn, Vex-Vexen..." Marluxia moaned slightly, his voice was fairly quiet after all, though he also bit his bottom lip in an attempt to suppress his voice, which was working only slightly. He was giving into his own lust, moving his hips to the Scientist's motions. Sure, the Academic was not that good at it, but it was still his lover sucking on him and that alone made it feel wonderful.
The mere sound of Marluxia's voice coupled with the look on his face sent a shock of arousal down Vexen's spine. As they progressed the blond's inhibitions lowered a bit more. Feeling a little more daring, he knew he probably wouldn't have the chance to do this again. Am I seriously about to do this? Vexen thought, hoping fervently that he wouldn't shut down after he'd gotten this far. Shutting his eyes tightly in concentration, Four freed his other hand and deep-throated his lover, swirling his tongue around Marluxia.
Marluxia's eyes shot open when he felt Vexen deep-throat him. He-he couldn't be! he thought simply, a form of confusion by far filling his brain. It was possible, of course, he had just not expected his Scientist to do such a thing. Moaning almost loudly now, he decided that it was best not to hide his voice, even if he still could. It was by far too wonderful to handle though; it was all just too warm and cold at the same time. He tried to stop his hips from moving and thrusting himself into the blond's mouth; he did not want to hurt him, even if he knew that the Scientist liked pain.
Vexen winced marginally when he felt Marluxia thrust in further and ram the back of his throat. A feral growl rising from him, the blond seized Marluxia's hips with both hands and forced them down firmly against the mattress, still trying his best to beckon Marluxia towards release.
"S-Sorry," Marluxia whimpered, feeling Vexen force him down, expecting the reason to be because he had hurt the scientist. He really was trying not to after all. Knowing he was drawing close, any sense of control had disappeared from him now as he gave in, his hips still trying to move slightly and not really having any control over the action now. Biting his lip again, he could feel how close he was, and he insanely wanted to push the Scientist away before he came. But would Vexen really be mad at him if he did try to?
Don't be sorry, thought the Academic, If you're letting me take control this time, I'm taking as much of it as I can! If my throat's sore I can always feign illness... Meanwhile, he felt the Assassin's motions grow more and more involuntary, a telltale sign that he wouldn't be able to take much more. Vexen continued letting his tongue work, humming at a slightly higher pitch.
He had told Vexen to not listen to him, so this made sense, though he only did half expect the Scientist to listen to what he had said. Marluxia's head tilted to the side now, staring at the wall with blurred blue eyes. Those vibrations really were making him lose though. "Please, Vexen!" he yelled harshly at the scientist, a feeble attempt to make him listen, biting his lip again. He felt practically near to tears, knowing that any moment now he would come, and he did not want his Academic to be like him, not at all.
For the last time, no, dammit! Vexen thought furiously as he held down Marluxia's shuddering hips. He could feel the moisture by now, and he knew that if he made one wrong move he'd choke horribly. Bracing himself, Vexen sucked harder and waited for Marluxia to let go.
Sorry... was all that Marluxia thought now; he knew he could not stop Vexen. Or at least he could not stop him in a way that would not cause harm or make him lose his Scientist. He knew he could also not hold back anymore. Not even yelling his lover's name as he did come, it was more of a whimper if anything. Yes, physically he did feel wonderful—no matter what he would always feel wonderful just because it was his lover touching him—mentally though, mentally he "felt" horrible.
Vexen tried not to lose control as Marluxia released, getting a good majority of it. The scientist steadied his breath while he wiped what was left off his mouth and slowly looked up at his rose, who was still breathing heavily underneath him. I actually went through with it, thought the scholar, already trying to assess his performance given his logic-based thought process. He wouldn't be as good as Marluxia right off the bat—he could have done horribly—but Eleven had the final verdict this time.
Marluxia's blue eyes widened as he was positive the Scientist had swallowed, his breathing erratic and not something he could regain control of easily this time as he turned his head to look back at the Academic. He really was just trying to think of words to explain to Vexen how he had done, none forming as he opened his mouth in an effort to speak. He simply tried to move his hands from above him head in an effort to touch his lover now, trying to smile gently.
Clearing his throat, Vexen lifted a shaky hand, snapping his fingers to dispel the ice-bonds. He leaned over Marluxia's sweat-slicked form and brushed a few matted locks from his face. "So?" he croaked, a shyness in his eyes, "What do you think?"
Unfortunately, seeing Marluxia like that underneath him made Vexen's current problem painfully evident—literally.