Title: Someone In Control
Author: Lacey
Rating: M
Chapter: 2/12
Pairing: MarVex, LexZex
Inspiration: Victim - Trapt
Summary: Marluxia finds that eventually, he can't say no to Vexen anymore.

Part 2: Victim

He hated the feeling coursing through his chest at the moment. His heart was pounding and his blood boiled behind his ears so much they throbbed; the veins in his head and neck felt like they would explode right out of his face; his feet and hands couldn't stop fidgeting. He was nervous, a wreck, something the Old Marluxia would never let happen. It had been two days now, and the only person to see him was the short, blue-haired male that worked alongside the blond Scientist that the pinket had started out hating, and only at feeding times scheduled that he had, by now, memorized. Anymore, he'd be hanging on each and every word Vexen said; he had promised him to be a normal person. He just hoped it would be at least vaguely true.

The steady click-click of boots had bedroom blues perking up and searching out the person making those noises; he saw a shimmer of gray-blond beyond a pillar and then it was gone. He sighed; it almost made him hate the blackness of the laboratory. Lights were put in so that there was visibility for papers, but not for the people. The boxes, however, spread throughout the lab, were lit from the bottom and the top with bright, white florescent bulbs, something he really couldn't stand at first. A sigh passed his lips, but when he heard a sudden crash that didn't seem to alert Vexen, who had gone up to the world of the normal for coffee (another late night ahead of him), and a moan stretched the air tight in the underground.

He could hear the others shifting in their cages for a better look, and one by one everyone was gasping. The two assistants to Vexen were in a compromising position. Large hands worked over a small frame, and it seemed the two were hoping to get out some frustration before their superior got back and caught them. It was quick and practiced, like they had to do it like this all the time. The movements were fast but each and every one as tender as ever, and Marluxia could see it all. It saddened him considerably that he'd been here for four months and he'd never had a chance to even touch himself, let alone touch anyone else. Lately, he'd even been thinking of Vexen when he had his fantasies that left him panting and hard, but he found he couldn't bring himself to get past that point.

Watching those two doing things right before him was almost punishment, and he had to force his eyes away. By the time it was over and everything was cleaned and nothing looked like it had gone wrong, but all the experiments could still smell that heavy scent in the air, Vexen returned. Little did Lexaeus realize that at some point he'd hit the button on Marluxia's cage and he was now able to talk.

"VEXEN!" He cried, very uncharacteristically but he was desperate, "Vexen, I implore you..." He'd spent too much time with the nerds, now, "Let me play...I've been dying to let you in....I just want to do something...please accept it from me?"

The blond seemed to consider this, looking directly through him, it seemed, as he watched for a reaction to his cold stare. The pinket could feel himself shaking and he pressed his hands against the glass, palms flat towards him. Another 'please' escaped his lips and he seemed to whimper.

"What is it you plan to do, XI?" It felt so dehumanizing to be given a number instead of a name, but he ignored the pang in his heart and licked his lips.

"I want to try something...just come in?" He seemed so desperate and weak that Vexen simply sneered and eventually entered the large box.

The blond was quickly greeted with a surprise. Marluxia was on his knees, clutching both of Vexen's hands as he pleaded with him unintelligibly. Zexion was sure to write this down; none of them had ever seen him like this before, and, to be honest, Marluxia never thought he'd be this desperate.

"I want your eyes on me...all the time. I'm right here...I'm right here, pay attention to me." He simpered finally, head down. "I want to be your victim, I just want you to do whatever to me." Particularly something sexy, but he didn't think he'd get that without asserting himself. However, next it was his turn to be surprised. One hand pulled away, almost tenderly, from his harsh grip but the next action had him floored so much he fell backwards.

A hard slap was delivered to his face, and the vexed blond simply scolded, "Do not touch me, XI. None of you are to touch me."

So this would be more difficult than he originally thought...
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AN: Okay, so...I know Marluxia's OOC, but he's like that for a reason. Under normal conditions, he wouldn't be this way, but he's been trapped in a box for four months, ignored for two, and Marluxia always needs to be the center of attention. Okay? Okay.