Tyranny of Vines

“Number four, this is number eleven, Marluxia. He will be joining our Organization.”

Icy green eyes narrow suspiciously as the distracted nobody turns from his simmering chemicals and scattered books, open to give him answers to his endless questions of their existence. A disgusted sneer spreads across his elegant features as he lays his sights on his superior and the newest member of the Organization.

A shock of pale pink draws his attention immediately as it descends in wisps over the man’s broad, straight shoulders. A sly grin paints his soft face and he raises an eyebrow in a mocking gesture at the elder nobody looking down upon him like a crushable insect.

Marluxia glances over at his superior and takes a confident step forward, reaching his gloved hand out to the displeased man. Number four slowly wraps his fingers around the other man’s hand, hoping to get this greeting over with and return to his experiments, which obviously have a much higher importance than this pink haired joke of a nobody.

“Nice to meet you…um…?” Marluxia smiles, leaning dangerously close to his elder’s gaunt form.

“My name is Vexen and I hope you are not a complete disappointment to our cause. Not like that card playing imbecile that arrived here not long ago.”

Marluxia only continues to sport a cocky grin as he tightens his grip around Vexen’s hand, earning him a slight gasp from the other.

“That will be all Vexen. Marluxia come, I will be showing you to your first and extremely vital mission.” Xemnas interrupts the tense introduction between the two nobodies and gestures for the neophyte to follow him out of Vexen’s laboratory.

With Xemnas gone, Vexen snatches his hand from Marluxia’s bruising grip and turns his back, adamant on ignoring this childish display of dominance.

Suddenly, Vexen jumps at the feeling of a feather light touch against his neck. He reels around, glaring at the pink haired nobody, only to be faced with a fully bloomed orchid gripped between two gloved fingers.

“For you…superior…nice to meet you and I hope to see much more of you when we arrive at Castle Oblivion.” Marluxia purrs sarcastically, placing the flower into Vexen’s palm before turning and waltzing out of the room, taking a moment to glance over his shoulder and narrow his eyes at the elder nobody as the door clicks shut behind him.

Vexen’s eyes leave the now closed door and focus on the delicate petals of the light pink orchid in his possession. He traces his fingers over the thin stem and the exposed stamen, wondering to himself if this rare beauty is that neophyte’s display of power, almost as intimidating as his angelic hair. He laughs to himself as he then curls his fingers around the graceful flower and watches its colorful body become engulfed in an icy prison beneath his grip. The shards crackle softly as they devour the bloom completely, turning it into another perishing victim of an endless winter storm.

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The jagged towers of Castle Oblivion reach out into the darkness like the arms of the nobodies themselves, grasping for something unknown in the endless darkness.

Voices echo in the vacant halls of the labyrinth like corridors, giving them a ghostly air filled with evil intent.

“Marluxia, I take it I can trust you to watch over this castle and help to unlock the secrets of the heart. Especially that of the young key blade wielder, Sora.” Xemnas turns to number eleven, a serious expression on his tanned face and in his sunset colored eyes.

“Yes of course, superior…with the help of the other members, Sora will be brought to his knees before you.” Marluxia grins and bows to Xemnas, laughing inwardly at his own plans brewing constantly in his twisted mind.

Xemnas nods and raises his hand to the empty hall, summoning a portal, swirling with purple and black darkness.

Marluxia straightens himself and crosses his arms over his chest as he watches his superior disappear, along with his pathway into the marble floor. He tilts his head in thought and decides he will pay a visit to the downstairs laboratory. Turning on his heel, he strides gracefully towards the spiraled stairs, descending them effortlessly until they meet with the basement double doors.

Inside, Vexen taps his boot against the marble floor as he leans over an extensive blueprint on the stainless steel table, his eyes narrowed in concentration as his pen flies over the paper, making notes and scribbles to ensure his experiment’s success.

A light knock pulls him from his calculating and a low growl escapes his lips as he lays eyes on the cloaked figure entering his domain, walking towards him without hesitation.

“Marluxia, what are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be basking on your throne or lining the halls with daisies?” Vexen hisses, wrinkling his nose at the fragrant smell of spring rising naturally off the subordinate.

Marluxia laughs and shakes his head. “Are you going to be like this the whole time old man? Just face it, I am in charge here and what I say goes.”

A deep seeded anger rises to the surface inside Vexen and he growls at the neophyte, reaching out and gripping him tightly by the collar of his coat. He pulls number eleven closely and glares at him intensely as shards of ice begin to make their way up the leather of his coat, anchoring his hold more firmly on the over confident nobody. “I haven’t the slightest why the superior would choose you to rule over this operation but this is not your playground to do as you please!” he scolds loudly.

Marluxia’s eyes widen and he slowly wraps his fingers around Vexen’s wrists, almost surprised at just how chilling the other man’s touch really is. “You know, this attitude is probably why nobody respects you. You’re so…coldhearted.”

“Funny that you mention that number eleven…because I do not possess a heart.” Vexen laughs, pushing the pink haired nobody against a nearby wall.

Marluxia moans mockingly at his sudden display of force and raises his knee to press between the other man’s legs, sliding it against his leather clad groin. He tilts his head and smiles at number four, tightening his grip around his thin wrists as small green vines between to wind their way up the man’s arm.

Vexen’s narrowed eyes widen at the feeling of the other man’s leg pressed against him and he immediately pulls away, ripping the vines from his arms as they threaten to imprison him for Marluxia to do as he may wish. “You little twit, get out of my sight!”

Marluxia glares in annoyance at his superior and brushes the melting ice off his coat. “I think I’ll take you up on your suggestion and line the halls with daisies or what have you. Haha.”

His smile slowly fades as he turns and struts out of the laboratory, adamant on revenge against number four, who quickly stomps the offending vines against the marble, smearing their emerald innards against the sole of his boot.

Vexen sighs in mild relief at the newfound silence of his laboratory and returns to his abandoned blueprints, grumbling in annoyance at the disrespectful interruption of his more intellectual thought processes. “Marluxia…what a fool.” He whispers to himself between repeating his calculations out loud in the emptiness of his domain.

Hours pass uninterrupted for number four and he raises his eyes from his work, feeling quite weary from being bent over the sprawling scrolls of paper before him. He blinks a couple times and finds himself wondering where the hell number eleven is and why he has not pried into his business sooner. Not that he would bother with such useless thoughts…

Vexen rises from his uncomfortable stool and stretches his cramped limbs outward, the thought of food creeping its way into his mind. Deciding that he cannot take any chances of Marluxia coming into his laboratory and meddling with his research, he rolls the scroll up and gathers a few test tubes filled with his personally concocted substances brewing for future experiments before taking his leave in search of sustenance.

Tucking the rolled blueprints beneath his arm, he pulls the door open and strolls out into the hall. The scroll tumbles to the floor and he grumbles in annoyance, reaching to retrieve it, completely unaware of what is waiting for him in the corridor.

Suddenly, his arm is snatched away from him in mid-reach and the force jerks him fully to his feet. He gasps and his mouth drops open at the sight of a gaping mouth, dripping with an unnamable goo as vine-like tentacles wrap themselves tighter around his arm and begin to snake their way around his legs. “MARLUXIA!” he roars as the plant raises him off the ground, holding him in mid-air before its hungry teeth.

“Oh! Vexen, if I’d had any idea you’d be coming through this corridor, I would have, of course, chosen another spot to take my Sakura Ivy Flytrap for a walk!” Marluxia’s voice chimes from behind the looming creature, peering up at the severely angered nobody. “So terribly sorry! Don’t worry, it’ll let go once it decides you’re not edible!”

A sly grin spreads across his face as he approaches Vexen’s hovering form, struggling beneath the plant’s hold. “…Which hopefully, it will…”

Vexen growls and before he can tear the neophyte limb from limb, his eyes widen fearfully as the dionaea leans forward, causing him to wrinkle his nose at the stench leaking from the depths of its orifice. He swallows hard as a trail of digestive enzymes spill from between its teeth and onto the leather of his coat.

Marluxia leans against the corridor, studying his pet’s prey with amusement, wondering if it will eat him or reject him like a freezer burned steak. His eyes widen as the plant backs away, obviously deciding he is unworthy of being food, yet retaining its hold on the nobody, by Marluxia’s will of course.

“Oh, dear Vexen…” he purrs, stalking through the wavering vines snaking over the flawless marble. Vexen flinches noticeably as he reaches up and traces a hand up his leg, commanding the plant with his touch as it lowers his superior to eye level.

“Eleven, you are treading on the dangerous edges of oblivion here and I strongly advise you to release me before I am forced to obliterate you!” Vexen hisses, his face twisting into a pained grimace at the vines wind their way around his figure and begin to pull down the zipper of his coat.

“Don’t you worry….here, I am the master of oblivion.” Marluxia purrs and laces his fingers through the other man’s sandy colored hair before pressing a dominating kiss to his chilling lips.

Vexen growls against his petal soft mouth and narrows his eyes, resisting the prying tongue of the neophyte, who is now assisting the vines in stripping his coat completely from his shoulders. His bare hands, shed of their gloves, grip angrily against the plant holding him in place and tendrils of ice snake their way over the vines, attempting to freeze them over but failing miserably.

Marluxia forces his tongue into the cold depths of Vexen’s mouth, caressing and searching for the breaking point inside. Nimble fingers travel across the nape of Vexen’s neck, kneading, scratching and gripping the exposed skin and sand colored hair spilling down his arched spine.

Vexen bites back a groan as he feels his body betraying him with every passing moment. He pulls away from the pink haired nobody and sucks in a breath of air, laced with the scent of flora and human skin. “Number eleven…!” he begins to protest and is immediately cut off by another vine, wrapping its way through his hair and then into his open mouth, silencing him as Marluxia continues to manipulate his supposed superior to his liking.

The taste of vegetation invades his mouth as angered words muffle against the tightening gag. His eyebrows knit together in frustration as the pink haired nobody sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin between his neck and shoulder. His hands wander over bare skin that was once as chilled as his element but is now warm with unwanted arousal. An evil smirk spreads across eleven’s lips as he feels something solid in the pocket of Vexen’s leather pants.

Vexen struggles more violently as Marluxia reaches into his pocket to retrieve two corked test tubes, filled with a sparkling green substance. “What is this number four? You scientists and your little experiments…”

He pockets the test tubes and wills the vines to begin pulling down the ice wielder’s pants, ripping them from his gaunt limbs, leaving him bare, exposed and vulnerable. Marluxia smiles softly and traces a single finger over the slowly hardening sex of the other nobody.

“…And what is this Vexen? I don’t think you want me to stop.” Marluxia purrs huskily, gracefully lacing his fingers around his cock and coaxing it to a full erection with smooth, aching strokes.

Vexen groans and unwittingly arches into the other man’s touch, fighting back his body’s growing arousal with each stroke being lavished upon it. Marluxia gazes into him with sapphire eyes and a seductive grin paints across his face, satisfied with the writhing scientist hovering before him in his powerful grip.

Leaning in against number four’s body, Marluxia sighs and inhales the sweet scent of ice and snow laced through his hair, whispering, “I will break you…you are mine now.”

Vexen’s jade colored eyes gaze back at the neophyte, half-lidded and ridden with an unnamable wanting. He throws his head back and moans shamefully as Marluxia withdraws a test tube from his pocket and traces the warm glass over the cleft of his backside. Grinning at the elder nobody’s reaction, he regresses his hand and presents the tube of glass to Vexen’s lips. The vines in his mouth retreat and rejoin those wrapped tightly around his limbs as eleven pushes the tube between his lips.

Vexen groans as the glass is thrust in and out of his mouth, coating its surface in saliva as the substance inside sloshes against the movements, threatening to break forth and poison its victim.

Marluxia then pulls the tube away, satisfied that it is well prepared for what he has in mind. Allowing the vines to raise Vexen higher into the air, he reaches between his thin legs and presses the glass against his opening, rewarding him with a restrained groan from between parted lips.

The tube is slowly inserted inside his body, brushing that place deep within that causes him to curl his toes around the vines encircling his feet and ankles. Marluxia uses his other hand to stroke him fervidly and admire the reactions he is being given with each caress.

His own arousal begins to stir within him and beckon for attention as Vexen writhes above him in frustrated passion. Lodging the slender glass tube inside the other man’s body, Marluxia continues to torment him as he slowly begins the undoing of his own coat, allowing it to fall to the floor in a heap.

The pink haired nobody moves with cat like grace as he removes the barriers of flesh between him and Vexen, that cruel smile never leaving his delicate lips. He grips his fingers around his jutting hips, commanding the vines to lower his victim to eye level. Number four glares at him through half lidded emerald forests, his lust holding back the winter storm ravishing his insides.

Marluxia takes the other man’s neck into his hand and pulls him forward, planting the seeds of desire with a dominating kiss as he presses their bodies together roughly, skin to skin, snow and soil. Graceful hands unwind the vines from Vexen’s wrists and ankles, giving him access to fully conquer and devour the body before him.

Vexen moans and grips his free hands through the other nobody’s hair, pulling sharply on the feather like strands as he feels Marluxia lower him to the ground, pressing his strong body atop his gasping form, against the marbled floor, providing a shocking contrast to his flushed, heated skin. His chilling empty body shivers beneath the grinding hips overpowering every thought crossing his normally calculating mind.

Emerald eyes slide shut against the reality quickly engulfing his existence and his mouth drops open as he arches his back into the floor, his body thrumming with ecstasy. His soft moans are caught abruptly in his throat as he feels Marluxia rise above him and press his hardened cock between delicate, parted lips.

His eyes squeeze closed tighter as the well-endowed shaft is thrust against the back of his throat, deep groans of pleasure escaping the lips of his assailant. Marluxia’s sapphire gaze never leaves the strained face of the other man, enjoying every minute of domination over his supposed superior, power coursing through his veins more forceful with each passing moment.

The perfect mix of warm and cool washes over his body as he straddles Vexen’s chest, rocking his hips in and out of his open mouth. Chills race through his arched spine as sharp nails dig roughly into his spread thighs, leaving angry red tracks of revenge along soft, pale skin.

Vexen rolls his hips against the marble, pushing the glass deeper inside him as his weeping cock begs for contact against the cool open air. He groans against the shaft in his mouth and gasps as Marluxia pulls himself from his lips and grabs a hold of his shoulders to turn him on to his stomach. Vexen cries out at the shock of cold, hard marble against his cock and struggles to raise himself from his unwanted position.

“Ah ah, you stay where you are my dear Vexen…” Marluxia whispers into his ear darkly as he pulls the other man‘s body to his hands and knees. Vexen growls at the neophyte and gasps as vines burst forth from the ground, quickly wrapping themselves around his wrists and his ankles.

“Release me Marluxia! This is completely undignified!” Vexen hisses, feeling utterly defeated as Marluxia simply laughs at his pathetic plea, slowly pulling the liquid filled tube from his body.

The vines tighten their grip around his limbs as he feels Marluxia take hold of his hips and steadily fill him with the entire length of his cock. The cold visage of the man is suddenly turned to a warm, quivering tightness wrapped around his body and a strained groan leaks from his parted lips as he gazes down at the expanse of Vexen’s back, focusing every ounce of himself into this moment. This moment of power and endless pleasure…

Vexen’s mouth drops open and he cries out at the immense pressure inside himself but Marluxia grinds mercilessly against that place that makes his cock drip shamefully with pre-cum. Bowing his head, jade colored eyes fixate themselves onto the floor as the nobody behind him begins to drive himself into his body with perfect rhythm.

Marluxia grins and his eyes find the abandoned test tube laying on the marble nearby. He reaches for it and admires the glittering fluid inside before leaning over and pressing it between Vexen’s lips. The man groans and grinds his teeth against the glass, trying to expel it from his mouth but fails as the pink haired nobody holds it in place with his tightly gripped fingers.

The tube glides against the back of his throat, threatening the feeling of the caustic fluid sloshing inside. He moans loudly against the glass as it reverberates his sounds of pain and pleasure against its surface.

Marluxia snakes his other hand over the slick, sweat beaded skin of Vexen’s back and his fingers find their way into his dampened, sand colored locks. He moans as the other man tenses against him and he grips a handful of his hair, pulling it tightly as he continues to deliver deep, relentless thrusts into his body.

Vexen’s hands grip helplessly against the marble and around the organic shackles imprisoning his limbs, battling with the endless waves of bliss choking all logical thought from his brain and the venomous hatred he feels for the neophyte pumping him into the floor.

A twisting heat like the vines holding Vexen in place, wraps itself deep inside Marluxia’s body and his brow furrows as he prepares for a long awaited release. His grip tightens around the other man’s hair and he continues to hold the fluid filled tube inside his mouth, savoring every moment of hearing him whimper and gasp.

Suddenly, Vexen arches his spine and grips his teeth tightly around the invading glass as he shudders and reaches his peak, spilling white hot bliss across the cold marble floor before him. His body convulses and tightens around Marluxia, causing his breath to hitch in his throat as he comes crashing down from his place on heaven’s throne, filling Vexen with his essence.

Vexen’s breathing comes in erratic gasps from his mouth and the test tube falls to the floor with a soft clinking sound as the vines retreat back into the nothingness from which they came. He traces his fingers over the deep purple bruises forming around his wrists and he scowls for a moment before reaching over and grabbing his coat to quickly pull over his visibly shaking body.

Marluxia rises to his feet and pulls his pants over his hips, slowly catching his breath as he watches Vexen almost scramble to right himself as if to cover up what had just happened. He smiles and traces his fingers through his dampened hair, making mental note to take a long bath that evening.

Vexen turns to the neophyte and clears his throat, gripping his fingers nervously around the retrieved scroll and the misused test tubes. His expression is unreadable as he studies the man before him.

A sneer spreads across his gaunt features as Marluxia approaches and presses a deep, reminding kiss upon his thin, straight lips.

“Welcome to Oblivion Vexen…where nothing is as it seems.” he whispers, inhaling the scent of sweat and snow laced through his hair before pulling back to glare into the endless jade of Vexen’s eyes.

Vexen simply smiles at him calmly and nods in agreement for once. “You are quite right Marluxia and it would be wise of you to heed your own advise…” he adds before turning down the halls, covering up a slight limp.

Marluxia grinds his teeth together in annoyance as he watches Vexen disappear through the winding halls of the castle, making a mental note to weed the garden of Oblivion before he sews the final seeds of conquest in his empire of darkness.

~Fin~