(Um, it calms down for a few moments from this point and then insanely increases, if you cannot stomach yaoi skip this, please, I beg of thee...)
4.
Marluxia grasped onto a few strands of blond hair once his wrists were free, left hand falling back onto the bed as he tugged Vexen by his hair. "Never again." Marluxia hissed at the Scientist, anger in his blue eyes as he stared into Vexen's green, doubting this was what he wanted to hear after all. His breathing became easier. "Got that?"
Vexen grunted at the unexpected pull to his hair. "It depends-am I still not supposed to be listening to you?" the Academic asked nonchalantly, confusion written across his features. "Did I hurt you somehow?"
Marluxia slowly let go of Vexen's hair, hand falling back onto the bed, "No, I hurt you Vexen, didn't I?" he replied softly, his voice gentle as he stared up at his Scientist, switching moods quickly as usual.
Furrowing his brows in thought, Vexen mused, "Well, I must admit that I was initially afraid of that happening, but now that I know firsthand it wasn't as bad as I'd originally thought." Glancing down at his beautiful flower, he added with a wry smile, "Though I think someone seemed to enjoy it, no?"
Marluxia looked off to the side again, frowning slightly in displeasure. "That was not the point. I want to give you pleasure Vexen, not the other way around." He was only being truthful after all. He did enjoy it, and there was no denying that, but he was also not just going to flatly say so. It was obvious enough by his reactions that he had enjoyed it.
The scholar shook his head. "And you did, Marluxia," he explained, "Just because I didn't come this time doesn't necessarily mean that I didn't derive some sort of pleasure from it...because I did...very much so, in fact." He trailed off, trying to phrase the next sentence. "Which leads me to my current...situation..." The Academic's face flushed, afraid that he'd blown his chance and would be rejected this time. The fact that he never blatantly asked for Marluxia before didn't exactly help his sudden bashfulness.
Marluxia actually started to laugh hearing this, switching gears once again, "No need to be shy, mon amour," he whispered, his blue eyes opening wider as he moved to sit up slightly. Left hand going to flip his own hair slightly, "You should know I love to do such things, ok, Vexen?" He actually almost found it cute how shy the Scientist was, most likely because he was not used to it.
Vexen blinked and looked into Marluxia's eyes, his face still on fire as he cradled the back of the rose's head with his hand. I feel like a complete idiot for asking, thought the Academic, cursing himself for being so embarrassed. "Er...yes," responded the chemist, leaning over to push Marluxia back down.
Marluxia simply lay back against the bed, still laughing slightly. "Cute, Vexen is cute," he laughed at the blond, finding how red the Academic's face was. It was simply that, cute. That and he was not trying to make the Scientist "feel" embarrassed or anything; he just found that being honest was best.
Vexen sighed and rolled his eyes upon hearing Marluxia laugh. "Be quiet, you," he huffed as he discarded his remaining clothing. Slicking up his fingers in his mouth, Four eventually found Eleven's entrance and inserted one finger.
Marluxia did stop laughing when Vexen practically told him to—not really because of that, but more because it was short-lived amusement for the rose. He smirked slightly though as he watched Vexen remove the rest of his clothing, pleased by the sight naturally. His left eye actually winced closed when he felt Four insert a finger; it did not hurt, and it would be quite easy. It had simply been a while for him was all. "Vex-Vexen..." he whispered softly, "You-don't have to."
"But I want to," replied the Academic with a smirk. The blond took his sweet time preparing Marluxia, noting how easily the rose hardened again upon seeing him fully exposed. "My, that was quick," teased the blond, slipping in a second finger. As he did so he traced Marluxia's chest with his free hand, caressing his smooth skin.
"T-tease." Marluxia whispered slightly; he could not help but be hard around his lover after all. He was simply a person like that though. He enjoyed sex, and sex with his lover made his drive even worse. "Dirty tease." Feeling himself hungrily take in Four's fingers, he whimpered slightly from the touches to his chest. He moved his hands to the back of Vexen's head to pull him closer, "Mon amour."
The third finger soon followed suit as Vexen set to work on Marluxia's chest, using his tongue and free hand to target the rose's nipples. A shock ran down his spine when he felt Marluxia's hands on the back of his head. "I'm not the only one that will be dirty once we're through," whispered the blond, migrating up to his lover's collarbone.
Marluxia gasped, feeling the third finger enter him as he was both ready and not for it. He felt wonderful like that, hands entangling in Vexen's hair as he softly touched him, which was by far the opposite of how he "felt" at that moment. He was simply gentle when on the bottom, was all. He moaned slightly when his nipples were touched. "I-I already am Vexen. Are-are you sure about you being though?" he whispered back, concern in his voice as he spoke.
"I'm positive," replied Vexen, keeping his fingers inside for a while longer before slowly pulling them out. The Academic slicked up his own member and shifted his weight forward, poised at Marluxia's entrance. Both hands stroking the Assassin's hips, Vexen looked down at his rose. "Are you ready?" asked he.
Marluxia only wrapped his arms around Vexen's neck in response, pulling the blond down into a kiss; it seemed the simplest way to say "yes" without really saying "yes", to the rose. That and he had felt ready the whole time; he had simply let Vexen prep him because he "wanted to". He had no concept of pain during sex—in truth, as long as he did climax and his lover seemed pleased, pain meant nothing.
Moaning into the kiss, Vexen thrust himself in all the way, allowing himself to be a little rougher with his beloved. The blond pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in, shuddering violently as he felt Marluxia's intense heat around him. Reaching down with one arm, Vexen hoisted one of the Assassin's knees to his pale shoulder while the other hand slowly pushed the other knee up and to the side so his legs would spread more.
Marluxia gasped when he felt Vexen thrust into him. He had expected it to be rough, but it still did shock him slightly, trying not to break the kiss though as he tightened his grasp around his lover's back. He let the Scientist move his legs as if he were a doll. In a sense he had no problem being a doll, being a plaything. Spreading his legs to make it easier for Vexen, he did not want to give his lover any trouble of course, trying to be good just like he was. That feeling was wonderful though, the feeling of ownership which he loved washing over him.
Vexen continued, lightly biting at Marluxia's lip, kissing his chin, sucking at his Adam's apple. At the same time, the scholar hadn't realized just how flexible his lover could be, how pliable his strong legs were. "Marluxia..." whispered the blond, nuzzling his flower's ear.
Marluxia only moaned quietly at Vexen's touches to his body, he was simply a quiet person was all, not even trying to suppress his voice now. Hearing his name the Assassin did whisper "Yes?" as his blue eyes winced closed. Too damn wonderful.
"You've hopelessly addicted me," Vexen could only whisper as he changed his angle of penetration, his face beet-red as he uttered those words. Green eyes slid shut, concentrating on finding that elusive spot...
"I-I..." Marluxia gasped, left hand grasping onto Vexen's hair in an attempt just to keep his hand on the blond, trying his best not to pull said blond's hair as he did so. He smiled for a moment before screaming sharply as he felt Vexen hit his sweet spot, actually screaming this time. That was something he could not control at all, no matter how much practice he had with softening his voice and staying quiet.
Vexen was startled by Marluxia's sudden outburst, nearly jumping out of his skin before he realized what had caused it. When he did, the Academic couldn't restrain the toothy grin that spread over his face. "Oh, I wonder what this could be!" he hissed, poking the same spot again on the next thrust.
Marluxia could not help but grasp onto Vexen's hair when he felt the blond hit his spot again, "D-dieu, professeur!" he could not help but yell those words in French strangely enough, mixture of memory and the fact he liked how the language sounded in truth.
Vexen had him at this point, moaning as his hair was pulled sharply and he seemed to be in his own world with Marluxia. "Say it again for me," the Academic commanded, increasing his pace a little more though his breathing was growing ragged.
Marluxia's grasp on Vexen's hair tightened and weakened with his own irregular breathing, his blue eyes tightly closed and his head slightly tilted upwards, "Dire quoi? Pro-professeur?" even saying just that was becoming difficult for the flower, it was not for the fact he was near, though he to some level was, it was simply his inability to breath while being so close to his lover at such an extent.
Vexen could barely think clearly enough to translate as both he and Marluxia were approaching the home stretch. The Academic, used to coming before his lover, was giving his all to try to last longer than the one beneath him despite the pain from his hair being pulled and accidentally catching a glimpse of Marluxia with his head thrown back in the throes of pleasure, which nearly sent him over the edge.
No response, and while Marluxia would usually repeat himself his voice would not let him. Being really only able to moan deeply at the pleasure his lover was giving him. He knew just how close he was, but being the stubborn person he was he did not want to come before his lover, one hand slipping away from Vexen's hair and grazing his arm slightly before falling back onto the bed. Dieu, it felt wonderful, being so full like this, flexing around his lover in pleasure. Just trying to hold back, wanting to feel his lover come before he actually did again that night.
Vexen heard Marluxia's deep voice in his ear and felt his muscles tighten around him, driving him insane-he couldn't take it anymore. "Marluxia-!" the Academic choked out before his body clench violently once, twice, coming hard on the third with a cry, pollinating his flower thoroughly. He felt extremely light-headed and tried not to pass out at least until Marluxia came.
"Shh." Marluxia whispered almost gently for a moment, other hand weakening from Vexen's hair and slipping back onto the bed. Feeling the vibrations of Vexen coming in him, hearing him scream his name, dieu he loved that. Whispering his lover's name as he finally came, it was breathless and soft but showed just how much he had enjoyed himself. He was simply quiet about it, graceful.
As he felt Marluxia come right after him, Vexen couldn't help but still feel a tinge of jealousy for not being able to contain himself like Marluxia could, even though the Academic knew that his lover liked when he was loud. Still fighting to retain his consciousness, Four slowly lowered Marluxia's legs and pulled out. He flopped on his back at Marluxia's side in sweet, satiated exhaustion.
Marluxia whimpered when he felt Vexen pull out of him. His body felt sore, though it was a soreness he did enjoy. He closed his legs and rolled onto his side toward his lover and smiling slightly with his eyes still closed. He felt exhausted and debated if his Scientist did too, deciding he most likely did, in truth if he did not the rose would most likely "feel bad". "Thank...you..." he mumbled gently as he moved to nuzzle into the blond's side, always wanting to be close to him, as close as possible.