(Sleep time~?)

6.

Vexen's hand crept up Marluxia's back to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him the rest of the way in. The Academic softly kissed him, his eyes blinking shut. He focused on nothing else but the contact he shared with his precious rose, warm against cool, their limbs intertwined.

Marluxia smirked slightly against the kiss, blue eyes sliding back closed. Fine, if he won't sleep, I won't let him, the flower thought. He loved the feeling of being so close to his lover, hands returning to Vexen's back, softly running over it before giving a tight squeeze to the Academic's butt. He did not kiss back softly at all either, wanting to push the scientist back against the bed now.

Vexen was mildly surprised when he was met with more force than he expected. This could take a while...not that I object, thought Four, gasping in surprise when Marluxia squeezed him. The blond felt himself being pushed onto his back, so he rolled over and let Marluxia take control of him once again.

Marluxia set his hands flat against the bed, drawing away from Vexen slowly to break the kiss now, hovering over the blond only slightly. He had let Vexen have his fun, that and he had said he did not want him to act like an object, so he wouldn't. "Sure you don't want to sleep, Vexen?" he whispered darkly to the scientist, blue eyes still tightly closed.

Hearing the tone of Marluxia's voice at that point, Vexen didn't think he really had a choice anymore. That, and he felt much more comfortable in this much more familiar position. "I really can't say no when you say it like that," the Academic hummed in reply.

Marluxia leaned down now and licked Vexen's cheek. "I was only giving you the choice, Vexen." He moved to lay back down at the blond's side now. "We have completely different drives, is all."

Vexen reluctantly agreed as he stretched, feeling each vertebra click while he arched his back. "Hm, I guess so. My stamina isn't exactly where I'd like it to be..." he admitted with some chagrin.

"Ah, Vexen." Marluxia purred softly, gently setting his right hand on the blond's chest. "As long as it is high enough to satisfy me from time to time we should be fine," he whispered truthfully. That and he was use to working with people not on the same level as him, sadly.

Vexen looked over to Marluxia, blushing a little. "I apologize...I'm working on it," replied the scholar, closing his eyes and clasping the flower's hand in his own.

"Ne, thank you, Vexen." Marluxia whispered, pulling the blond's hand up to his mouth and kissing it softly, "feeling" happy again, "It means a lot."

Green eyes opened again as Vexen's pale hand held Marluxia's cheek, his thumb grazing over the Assassin's pink lips. "You're quite welcome. Let's see how I improve in a month's time, hm?" asked the chemist with a small grin.

Marluxia's blue eyes opened now to look at his lover's green. "I'll make sure you get in quite the bit of practice before then, ne?" he asked back, though the answer meant so little to the sex-driven flower.

Vexen leaned over and planted a kiss on Marluxia's forehead. "I'm all for the pursuit of improvement. I appreciate the support," the scientist replied.

"Nn, well it is for me after all. Of course you have my support." the flower replied softly, "Now sleep love. If you keep touching me like this I may just jump you."

The blond pouted and turned so his back was facing Marluxia. "Now why do I have the nasty feeling that you might try to jump me while I'm asleep?" Vexen asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Vexen..." Marluxia whispered, almost sounding "hurt". He sat up and moved to kiss the blond's neck after pushing his hair slightly to the side. "I would never touch you unless I knew you wanted me to."

Vexen shook his head and reached back with one hand to lightly tap Marluxia on the head. "I'm joking, Marluxia," Vexen chuckled. "Now get over here if you want me to sleep well."

Marluxia just set his head on Vexen's head, being stubborn again. "Professeur is the one that turned away," he replied, licking the scientist's spine, "Now sleep, or I will jump you, love."

Vexen shivered a little and drew in a sharp breath feeling Marluxia's tongue. He looked over his shoulder and taunted, "Well, if someone keeps bothering me, I won't be able to sleep, now will I?"

"That is the point, love." Marluxia smirked back at the blond, placing a soft kiss on the Scientist's chest before drawing away again and sitting up now. "Sorry, professeur."

Vexen rolled his eyes and gave Marluxia a playful poke in the middle of his chest. "Hmph. You're not sorry," he teased with a grin, sitting up and getting in Marluxia's face.

"You don't even realize why I am apologizing, do you?" Marluxia whispered, pulling his legs up to his chest now. His voice was almost soft, almost "sad". "Professeur..."

Vexen blinked at the sudden change of behavior, an eyebrow popping up. "Er...perhaps I misunderstood you?" he asked. Why was he such a moment-killer? "What for, then?"

Marluxia shook his head slightly before placing it on his knees. "I would rather not explain. So just let me watch you sleep, ok?" His voice really did almost sound "sad", which had to be odd since it was not like he felt sad.

Vexen let out a sigh as he laid himself down again on his back. "Very well," he eventually said, "But promise me you won't look so distraught when I wake up, all right?"

"Ya, I won't." Marluxia whispered back, lifting his head up and nodding, blue eyes sliding open to look at Vexen. "Now goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, Marluxia," Vexen replied, touching Marluxia briefly on the shoulder before shutting his eyes and began drifting off.

Marluxia simply set his head back on his knees now, blue eyes just watching Vexen. He knew that he should sleep, but he wanted to watch his lover right then; it gave him a sense of peace, was all. Not even noticing the tear that slid down the left side of his face, he was so "scared" of losing him.

After a few seconds Vexen cracked open an eye to find Marluxia still sitting there. "Don't sit like that," Vexen murmured half-asleep, "It's bad for your posture..." He weakly pointed to the pillow next to him.

"No," Marluxia replied instantly, shaking his head, "I will not be able to watch Vexen then." He moved his left hand to run over his eyes then because he did feel tired, though when he actually felt that he was crying he was slightly surprised, "No."

Vexen didn't hear Marluxia's reply; he was already asleep. A peaceful look settled on his features, his chest slowly rising and falling.

Ha, it's for the best, Marluxia thought now, setting his hand back down on the bed, back to smiling as he watched the gentle rise and fall of his lover's chest. He was pleased to see the blond looking so peaceful now.

Over the course of his sleep, Vexen stirred every so often, rolling onto his side and murmuring his lover's name.

Meany, Marluxia thought, trying his blue eyes barely obeying him as he shook his head in a feeble effort to stay awake. He was laying on his side now, legs still slightly against his stomach. Stay awake! Let me watch him! He was yelling at himself really, making sure to keep some minor distance away from himself and Vexen now.

As time passed, Vexen grew restless, his brows creasing a little and a small frown creeping across his lips. He rolled over again, now with his back to Marluxia.

Blue eyes could no longer stay open, and Marluxia was giving into his need to sleep, mildly still yelling at himself. He was visually very vain; mentally, not at all. He scooted over closer to the blond now and softly rested a hand on his side, where it lingered for a moment before drifting away as he fell asleep.

-Fin