Zexion knocked on his neighbor's door, biting his lower lip at the burning pain he felt from his exposed flesh. Answer before the sun completely fries me, he thought knocking again. The door swung open and a disgruntled, pink-haired man leaned against the doorframe. "Someone had better be dying- oh. Hello my sweet little flower." A smirk appeared on his lips. "And what do I owe from this visit?" He ruffled the teen's blue-grey hair.

"Marluxia, please." Zexion swatted his hand away and pulled his hood back up. "Is Vexen home?"

"Vexen? What on earth do you need my little Vexy for?"

"Something is wrong with Roxas. He won't wake up and he's barely breathing." Zexion hissed and shoved his blistering hands in his pockets. "I can't call a doctor obviously. We'll get arrested."

"Was it something he ate?" Marluxia asked, eyeing him.

"He can't eat, Marluxia. The only thing he's had today was a rose from your garden."

"I can't imagine how an innocent little flower could make anyone sick."

"Marluxia! Where's Vexen?"

"He isn't home, unfortunately for you," the pink-haired man said walking back in his house.

"Not home?!" Zexion growled, slowly following him "Where is he? Roxas is really sick!"

"Oh, a convention in New York. He'll be back shortly- tonight perhaps."

"Doesn't he have those healing tonics or whatever they're called?"

"Maaaaaaybe~" Marluxia said playfully, his smirk growing.

"Marluxia, please! Let me have one. He-"

"On one condition, dear Nightingale."

Zexion's eyes narrowed to slits, the red rings glowing. "I don't have time for your sick, sexual fantasies. Give me a fucking tonic," he hissed baring his teeth.

Marluxia took a small step back. "Hm, if you say so," he said gulping. He turned on his heel and hurried up the stairs.

Zexion groaned and pressed his hands to the sides of his head. The room was spinning. He closed his eyes tightly then opened them, trying to clear his vision. He stumbled, falling to his knees. He reached up and pulled his hood lower, trying to shield his face from the burning sunlight.

Marluxia walked back downstairs, a small bottle of clear liquid in his hand. "I found one. I don't know why you won't just let that little demon- Zexion?" The bluenette look up upon hearing his name, squinting at the light. "What's the matter, love?"

Zexion shook his head slowly. He took the bottle and stood, stumbling forward into Marluxia. "Oh! Careful, my sweet."

Zexion buried his face in the pink-haired man's chest, groaning. "Everything burns," he whispered.

Marluxia grinned evilly, pulling the other's hood off so he could stroke his blue-grey hair. "I thought you didn't have time for my 'sick' sexual fantasies." He lifted Zexion's head by the chin, forcing the teen to look at him. He pressed their lips together, wrapping his arms around the other's slim waist.

Zexion moaned, pressing his petite body against the other man's. He kissed back timidly, wrapping his arms around his neck. Once again, Marluxia's hands slipped into Zexion's dark purple lounge pants. He pinched the teen who squeaked, opening his mouth to welcome the tongue that had been licking his lips. "Roxas," Zexion moaned.

Marluxia pulled away quickly, glaring at the petite teen. "What did you say?"

Zexion staggered, putting a hand to his hand. "Wha- huh?" He blinked a few times, trying to clear his head. Blisters had formed on his hands and he winced every time he moved his fingers. "Marluxia?"

"What is wrong with you? You're acting very strange."

"I…need to get out of the light," the bluenette whispered, pocketing the bottle. "I feel sick."

"I'll pull the curtains," Marluxia said, still smirking, resuming their embrace, "Just lie down, my scheming, little vampire."

"Let go…Roxas…" The room was once again spinning, everything a blur of color. He slumped against Marluxia, closing his eyes. He had never felt so weak.

Marluxia grinned and scooped the bluenette up bridal style. He walked into the living room and gently placed Zexion on the couch, the teen not moving at all. He pecked his lips before standing, pulling the rose printed curtains over the two windows in the living room. Relative, that didn't block out much light, but it was better than the windows being uncovered.

The botanist walked back over to the couch where Zexion was still passed out. He looked down at the teen's frail body, noticing the blisters on his hands. He straddled the bluenette, kissing him again. "Granted, I would much rather you to be awake for this but, beggars can't be choosers," Marluxia said unbuttoning Zexion's lounge pants, pulling them down. He pushed two fingers into the teen who moaned in his coma-like state, coming to.

The pink-haired man began to pump his fingers in and out of Zexion, the younger groaning, his small body twitching slightly. He opened his eyes slowly, seeing the blur of Marluxia over him. He yelped, jumping and tried to crawl away. Marluxia growled in anger and pinned him down with his free hand, Zexion's head slamming into the arm of the couch.

Stars burst in Zexion's vision. He pushed against the older, much stronger man. "Stop," he begged, tears pooling in his eyes.

Marluxia silenced him with a kiss, adding a third finger, spreading the digits apart. Zexion winced, not wanting this kind of pain. He glared at the pink-haired man, eyes glowing. Zexion took a chance and raised his hand, slapping the other man across the face so hard, his fingernails drew blood.

Marluxia yelped, withdrawing his fingers. He glared down at the teen and hissed, "You little bitch!" His hands wrapped around Zexion's throat, so tightly he couldn't breathe. The bluenette whimpered, his ice blue eyes watering. "Learn to know your place in this world, my wilting flower."

Zexion let his body fall limp as Marluxia leaned in, kissing him rather roughly. His mouth suddenly began to water, his nose prickling. That smell, Zexion thought glancing at Marluxia's bleeding cheek as he kissed his jaw line and neck. It smells so delicious…no, I can't… Zexion closed his eyes tightly and opened them. His senses were overpowering his better judgment. He bit his tongue, trying to resist, but his instinct was too much. He lunged forward, pinning Marluxia down with strength he didn't even know he possessed, sinking his fangs in the other's neck.

Marluxia screamed, struggling against the bluenette. Zexion had no idea that a scream could sound so magnificent. He kept the other man pinned down by the shoulders, sucking the puncture marks he had made, draining Marluxia. The pink-haired man's struggles became more effortless, his arms falling to his sides, eyes rolling back in his head. A whimper of pain escaped his rosy lips.

Zexion suddenly stopped, his lips still against Marluxia's neck, horror sinking in as instinct fading. "What have I done?" he said to himself sitting up. Marluxia was twitching slightly, his breath shallow, and his eyes fighting to stay open. Zexion sat there, still straddling the other's waist, for a few minutes, watching him. Marluxia's breath finally evened out, his eyes closing. Zexion stood slowly, adjusting his pants. "I'm sorry." He bent down, actually kissing the other man gently. He pulled away quickly hurrying toward the front door, wanting to get back to the dark safety of his house and back to the little blonde who was probably even sicker by now.

I AM NOT A CLOSET MARZEKU FAN. ...wait, what? o.o Um, anyway...hope you guys liked the new chapter. Thanks to those of you who reviewed. It means a lot to hear from people. Nothing makes a writer feel happier than to know their work is appreciated. Thanks! I've been trying to get Spoony to draw more art, but so far nothing. Oh well, I shall not end my quest so soon XD