Zexion and Demyx had fallen back asleep, still in Zexion's room, and still in each other's arms. Demyx was lying on Zexion's shoulder and Zexion had his arms wrapped around him. Xigbar suddenly appeared in the room. He looked around and saw that they were asleep. Oh thank Kingdom Hearts, he thought. He walked over to them and gently touched Demyx's arm, running his fingers down his flesh. Demyx moaned in his sleep and muttered, "Not now Zexy. I'm trying to sleep."

"So is 'Zexy'," Xigbar said with a smirk.

Demyx slowly opened his eyes, rubbing away the sleep. He looked up and saw Xigbar standing over him. "Oh, hey Xig-BAR!!" The blonde yelped and pulled the blanket over his and Zexion's hips to his nose. "What are you doing in here?"

"Oh, no reason." He suddenly swooped down, catching the blonde's lips in a rough kiss.

Demyx screamed and tried to push him away. He nudged Zexion who rolled over, still asleep. Xigbar wrapped his hands around the Nocturne's throat, pressing against his flesh hard. Demyx gasped for air as he pulled at the Freeshooter's fingers. "Can't have Zexion hearing you, now can we?" He opened a portal of darkness and pulled the blonde through. They re-appeared in Xigbar's room. Marluxia was leaning against the wall. "About time," he said opening a portal in which he vanished.

Xigbar drug Demyx to his bed and threw him down on the sheets, jumping on top of him. "It's a good thing you're already undressed," he hissed in the blonde's ear before he bit it. Demyx struggled under him, trying to escape. Xigbar growled in anger and summoned one of his guns. He pointed it at Demyx's head and said, "I'd be still if I were you." The gun vanished and Demyx whimpered as Xigbar started kissing him roughly. A few tears escaped Demyx's ocean eyes. Only Zexion was allowed to touch him like that! Demyx's breath hitched in his throat as Xigbar's focus went lower

Zexion yawned and stretched, sitting up slowly. "Wake up Demyx. We've been asleep long enough," he said reaching over to nudge him, but his hand hit the sheets. "Demyx?" He looked over, tossing his hair out of his eyes, to find the other side of the bed empty. "Where is he?" A floral scent reached his nose.

"He's a little busy at the moment."

Zexion jumped at the voice and turned to see Marluxia leaning against the wall. "Number XI? What are you-"

"I have orders to keep you preoccupied until Xigbar finishes," he said, a strange smile on his lips.

"Finishes?" Zexion's eyes widened. Several floors up, he could smell strawberries and salt water combined with the scent of gunpowder. Something was very wrong. "Demyx is-" Marluxia nodded. "If that bastard lays one finger on him, I'll fucking kill him!!" Zexion yelled bolting up, forgetting all of his clothes were still on the floor.

Marluxia smirked and pushed him back down on the bed and pushed him against the sheets, straddling him.

"Number XI?! What the hell, get off of me!" Zexion pushed against Marluxia's shoulders. The Assassin grabbed the younger man's wrists, pinning them above his head.

"You're not going anywhere Zexy," he breathed in the Schemer's ear. He licked the side of his neck as Zexion tried, in vain, to squirm away from him. Marluxia sat up and snapped his fingers. Thorny vines snaked up onto the bed from the floor and around Zexion's wrists, cutting into his flesh and pulling him against the head board. More vines twisted around his stomach and his legs, prying them apart. Zexion struggled with the vines, causing the thorns to sink deeper into his flesh. Marluxia bent down and kissed him, running his hands over his bare chest. "I'm glad your clothes are already in the floor."

"Help!! Someone! Superio- mmmm!" He was cut off by a vine shooting into his mouth and halfway down his throat, gagging him. The thorns were scratching against the inside of his mouth and his tongue causing him to cough. The thorns dug into his throat, some of the points actually coming out of his flesh. Zexion whimpered in pain as his own blood ran down his neck.

Marluxia kissed and nipped at his neck, getting blood on his lips which he licked away. He ran his tongue down Zexion's chest, stopping to tease one of his nipples. Zexion tried to speak causing the thorns to protrude further out of his flesh. A few tears escaped his eyes.

Marluxia smirked and pulled his cloak off, tossing it to the floor. He pulled something out of his pocket and pried it open, holding it close to Zexion's face so he could see. Zexion's eyes widened when he saw he was staring at the shiny blade of a knife. The Assassin pressed the blade against his chest, dragging it down, not cutting him, just teasing him. The Schemer struggled more with the vines. "Don't you know that's pointless?" Marluxia brought the blade to Zexion's throat. "There's no escape." He drug the blade across his skin, cutting just deep enough to draw blood.

The blade moved down his chest, leaving a line of blood, stopping at his stomach. Marluxia made several more cuts on Zexion's thin body...some a lot deeper than others. Zexion whimpered. The Assassin brought the blade to his lips, licking the blood off of it. He quickly swiped it across Zexion's neck, drawing blood. Zexion coughed, blood trickling out of the corners of his mouth.

Marluxia un-zipped his pants and freed his hard member. He positioned himself against Zexion and thrust as hard as he could into him. Zexion cried out, the thorns sticking further out, blood still running down his neck. "God Zexy. You're so tight," Marluxia said as he moved against the other man as fast and hard as he could, Zexion letting out a gasp each time he thrust against him. "Haven't been topped in awhile, have you?" Tears rolled down Zexion's cheeks and he whimpered in pain. Marluxia smirked. "I'll take that as a yes." He moved Zexion's legs so they rested on his shoulders, the vines pulling against his flesh. Zexion didn't even bother to move them, he knew he couldn't escape.

Marluxia thrust into him a few more times before releasing his seed into the slate haired man. He pulled himself out as fast as he could. Blood trickled from between Zexion's legs. Marluxia stood, fixing his pants and pulling his cloak slowly back on. He sat on the end of the bed and said, "I'd untie you but Xigbar's-"

He was cut off by the Freeshooter appearing in the room. "Okay, I'm done Marluxia. You can just- What the hell??" His eyes widened at the sight of Zexion. "What the fuck Marluxia? I said to fuck him not kill him."

"I didn't." The Assassin snapped his fingers. The vines around Zexion's arms and legs vanished. The one down his throat slowly pulled out, the thorns dragging leaving one inch incisions on Zexion's neck from the inside. That vine vanished as well. Zexion sat up, coughing very hard, cupping his hands to his mouth. Blood seeped through his fingers.

"Shit. He needs help. What were you thinking?!" Xigbar said glaring at Marluxia.

"More fun for me."

"You like seeing people tied up with thorns and slowly bleed from the inside? You're one fucked up bastard Marluxia."

"Yeah? What'd you do to Demyx?"

"I just fucked him! That's all. I didn't make random cuts all over his body and cause him to cough up blood!" Xigbar hurried into the bathroom and returned with a glass of water and a washcloth. He sat beside Zexion and gently dabbed at his cuts. Marluxia growled. He summoned his scythe and hit Xigbar on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. He pulled the Freeshooter up and winked at Zexion before disappearing.

Zexion was still coughing up blood. "De-De-me-x," he tried saying. He pressed a hand against the cuts on his throat. They were deeper than he thought. "Ne-ed t-o g-ge-t t-o h-im." He weakly raised a hand and opened a black portal of darkness. He stood with great effort and reached for his cloak. He pulled it over his abused body and stepped into the portal.

A/N sorry 2 those of u who like Marluxia, but he gives me the creeps O.o