Gerbil

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This fic contains male-on-male action, anal, yaoi, and beastality. If any of these things offend you, please stop reading now. You have been properly warned.

Otherthan that, please enjoy!!


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GERBIL

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"Mm.. I have you now, don't I? Right where I want you, eh, Axel?"

A muffled reply came at Marluxia's laughter, the sickening smell of hydrogen peroxide intermixed with ammonia filling his lungs with every deep breath, long locks of wet hair reacting wildly to the shaking of his head. The room was well-lit with no apparent exits--one wall being entirely made up by a large mirror. Marluxia could see his reflection in that mirror, and the naked ass that intrigued him so.

Polished marble floors decorated with engravings of flowers meant little to Marluxia when he saw the ass. It was round, extending out from the body in a gentle curve that was nearly perfectly semi-spherical in nature. No dimples, hair, or marks of any kind. Pristine and new, the only thing that made it seem worn was the gaping red hole centered between the cheeks.

"Oh, yes... how I've long for this, my dear little Axel."

The adulation was lost on the red-headed one--it was something he had seen before. Nothing special. His mouth was forcibly closed, and he couldn't but mumble querulous replies. Marluxia laughed again, one hand smacking loudly against the right butt cheek leaving a red hand print as if to make his territory. That same hand snuck around the hip, fingers circling around the already hardened shaft to give it a one--two pumps. Just to make sure it was working properly.

"No more betrayal. Now you submit to me."

Again, the bellicose mumble came! Again, they meant nothing to Marluxia as he summoned a long tube into his hand. It was a clear tunnel--about six inches long, and three inches in diameter--that housed a little rodent looking rather frightfully at the ephemeral image of Marluxia's face.

"Do you know where this is going?"

There was a stunned silence at this question--a fearful, superfluous quiet much not to the curly haired one's liking. He smiled a friendly smile, and lowered the tube to waist level. With his unoccupied hand, he twisted open the end cap keeping the gerbil from escaping to safety. Marluxia quietly tapped the tube against his palm, forcing the little creature from its home and into his gloved hand.

"Do you know where this is going?"

The question was repeated, as Marluxia's fingers curled around the squirming fuzzy ball of life. Oh, how he wished for its death in another way--crushed in his grasp. He could imagine the feeling of it's smashed blood and guts oozing between his digits and the sound of it dripping onto the ground. How invigorating that was!

Whoops--perhaps Marluxia was squeezing a little too hard in his fantasy, for it quickly became a reality as the gerbil was crushed. It gave a defiant squeak, and tried to bite through the leather covered flesh; it was far too late to escape. Little bones snapped like celery. Crimson liquid ran between Marluxia's knuckles, darker streams joining it in a free fall towards the ground.

A sigh was all the thought that was given to the lifeless mass before Marluxia dropped what remained of his precious pet onto the ground. One prosaic, black boot lifted into the air and dropped again, hardened heel grinding the rodent's body into the ground. Skeleton crushed, it was nothing more than a balloon housing liquidized internal organs that popped upon contact--smearing the ground with a little puddle of blood and guts.

"So much for Fluffy. He was such a charming lass."

Another mumble came from the horror he saw when Marluxia lifted his foot to re-center his stance. The tube Fluffy had been housed in was discarded almost as nonchalantly as it's owners fallen corpse, another just like it appearing in Marluxia's formerly empty hand. No more delays, the curly-haired man thought.

"And now we get to the real juicy part of the show."

Marluxia carefully positioned the tube right over it's target--that gaping hole the man's blue eyes were locked onto in the mirror. Oh, sure he could watch just fine by looking forward--but it was more entertaining this way. The door was lifted; the gerbil's escape route unblocked. The rodent-house poked between the spread cheeks, and touched the erogenous, delicate flesh. With a grunt and a forceful push, the closed entrance was penetrated forcefully.

"Now, now, don't clench. You'll only make it harder on yourself."

Muscles fought desperately to keep the tube from moving any farther into the anal cavity, trying to force it back out the way it came; for a moment, the body appeared to win the fight. Marluxia frowned as his probe was forced out, but with a renewed strength he pushed it forward again. The resistance was fierce--and then, it suddenly came to an end. As if someone had given in; the mind going someplace else.

"That's a good boy, Axel. Take it like a man."

The man smiled cooly at his reflection, blue eyes watching the gerbil hide at the opposite end of it's frugal transportation. Two inches--four inches, and that's where it stopped. One would think that the man would instantly react to this sudden halt, and try to force out the tube. But that didn't happen. Instead, the intrepid exploring rodent was forced to run headstrong into the thick smell of methane.

A groan was leapt from the throat of the gerbil's new vessel, little claws digging into the soft spongy flesh beneath as it ran. Got to get out, got to get out. It's brain was screaming for it to escape, for it to find precious oxygen and breathe. Paws carved out it's path through the narrowing intestine as it ran--its once white fur being coated in a chocolate-y grease as it moved in a panic.

"Go. Gerbil. Goooo~."

Marluxia barely managed to utter the words, his jubilate mind imagining what horrors the little creature could be facing within the man's colon. How far would it go? He could only think about the wiggling warmth cutting it's way through his enemies' large intestine. When suddenly the gerbil became very, very still. A provocative stillness that still caused Marluxia's non-existent heart to whirl.

"What's wrong?"

The gerbil's prudent instinct kicked in. Any cornered animal would fight--this pet was no different. The reflexive squeezes from the organ, the desperation for oxygen, it sent the little creature's mind onto an auto-pilot program long thought to have become non-existent. Any member of the family cricetidae--"New World" field mice, lemmings, and hamsters belonging to this as well--would react in such a way as describe: They would eat their way out.

The sky was above, oxygen was above. The gerbil leapt into action, large incisors tearing into the delicately soft flesh--and being spat out as quickly as possible. The revolting taste of digested food waste was almost enough to stop that self-preservation mode its miniature brain ran on. But it was going to escape. Faster and faster the mouth moved, tearing away chunk after chunk of the spongy material.

"How does it feel, Axel!? Who does it FEEL!?"

Blood rushed in to drown the white-brown fluff ball as soon as he tore open a wide enough hole to wiggle its little body through. He was lied to. There was nothing to breathe here either, and it found just another barrier between it and freedom. What little sagacity the gerbil's mind possessed was dying as brain cells asphyxiated.

Flesh met teeth in a gruesome display again as Marluxia watched it coming--he could almost feel it tear through the fatty tissue between the organs and the skin. The creature was burrowing it's way out. Claws ripped, incisors sliced, and flesh tore to give way to the rodent. A twitchy red nose poked out of the naked skin covering the man's stomach.

"YES. YES!!"

Yes! Yes!! The rodent could breath, it was almost free! It burrowed harder, burrowed deeper towards the light. The hole grew larger and Marluxia's eyes slid half-closed, still watching as his pet gerbil first stuck it's whole head out, wiggled its body through the new gaping hole, and plopped onto the ground. Breaking its own neck on impact.

"Whelp. That did nothing for me, Axel."

Marluxia's eyes opened wide, looking down at the exit hole in his stomach. Then back at the mirror, he grinned at the image of himself alone. Axel was never there--he was alone. Locked in his room alone, the door sealed by Sora's Keyblade. The Castle Oblivion still answered to his beck and call, but his influence only existed within his chamber.

Marluxia ran a hand through his newly dyed red-hair, pretentiously, precociously as he marveled at himself and his naked form. The hole his pet gerbil had escaped from was rapidly filling up with new pink flesh, the damage being repaired quickly with a quietly muttered spell.

"A little role-playing never hurt anybody, right? I was both you, and me, Axel."

Marluxia spoke to the mirror.