Tickle me Pink [MarluxiaxZexion]

It started as a tick that Zexion had noticed in the most unlikely instances and strangest circumstances. Marluxia was just as dangerous as his title predicted, the Graceful Assassin, so it was only natural that his weaknesses remained unknown. Though the Cloaked Schemer had enough patience to last most people a lifetime. Demyx had a luster towards innocence, Axel had a sweet tooth, and Saix had a superiority complex. It was all obvious. But Marluxia…

It was a puzzle that the blunette was bent on solving. And the answer showed itself to him as he sat in an oversized chair, curled up and glancing over his notes of an experiment that had occurred earlier that day. Demyx and Xigbar were carrying on as they usually did, Xigbar straddling the younger member on the floor with his fingers scribbling madly along the Nocturne's chest. The blonde shaking with silent laughter at the tickle attack, tears falling from blue eyes as his back arched to throw the sharpshooter off. Though failing rather horribly.

"Gonna have to try harder than that!" Xigbar hollered down at Demyx, who was unable to respond. Not helping but allowing his curiosity to take over, Zexion watched the scene with a distant smile on his expression. Innocent play: something that was rare in such a place. Taking the time of distraction to glance along the room at the other occupants, he noticed Luxord glancing over his cards. Possibly counting them…and Larxene reading a book. Though the interesting spectacle was in fact Marluxia, who was sitting on a chair identical to Zexion's. His eyes some what glazed over as his hands gripped the arms of the seat to the point of what would be white knuckles underneath his gloves. His body was in fact, trembling in pent up something or other, and the Nobody didn't even seem to notice Zexion's locked gaze. After a few more moments of the state, the brandy haired male simply stood up and quickly left the room.

Placing his notes down on the floor, he seemed to be the only one to even care that Marluxia had nearly ran out of the room. Xigbar continued to ravage Demyx's body while the younger attempted to roll over on his side in order to give the second in command less of a range.

"Interesting…" Zexion muttered as he pushed off the seat and picked up the sheets of paper from the floor and tucked them gingerly into the front of his cloak. Walking around the tickle-fest that was occurring on the down below, the Schemer headed towards the door and exited the room, only to glance on either side of the hall. Marluxia couldn't have gotten too far. Unless of course he summoned a portal, then Zexion would simply be out of luck. Though sniffing the air gently, he immediately recognized the scent of flowers. A field of them. A field of the strongest smelling flora on all the worlds placed into one generic area. Just a hint. A heightened sense of smell; both a blessing and a curse.

Turning a sharp left, he slowly walked along the tiled flooring, passing a few rooms on the way. The aroma became stronger with each step, and it wasn't until he passed a door leading to a rather large closet (filled with cleaning supplies that only Zexion seemed to use) did the smell begin to diminish again. Back tracking, he stopped and glanced at the closed entrance. He had to be in there. Moving forward, Zexion turned his head and pressed an ear against the surface, resting a gloved hand on the door as well for balance. What in the hell was he doing in there?

"Mhnn…fuck…"

Immediately having to cover his mouth with his hand due to laughter, it didn't take much evaluation to figure out what had caused the Assassin to have a quick jack-off in the supply closet. True he could just have a thing for Xigbar, though the other pieces of the puzzle didn't fit for that solution. How many times had Marluxia been a bit over enthused about the idea of Zexion's weak spot being his ticklish knees? Or the fact that his attraction towards feathers was a bit strange? Plus the obvious point that he tended to hover when a simple exchange of playful touches were exchanged. No matter whom it was geared towards or who delivered.

A few muffled pants from inside the closet and Zexion pulled away. Of course, this was simply theory. It had to be put to one test or another. Not only was it important to prove theories, but it was also important to put them into good use. It would be the ultimate tool of manipulation, as was all sexual weaknesses that the Organization members seemed to have. Though it would have to be dealt with carefully. Obviously it was a sensitive subject, and there wasn’t anyone in the Organization less sensitive than Zexion. Except for perhaps Vexen. The Ice Queen.

Closing and eyes and sighing, he focused on the one person who could take control of the situation, but was also believable. Shape shifting was an ability that he had mastered, and it was only a matter of seconds before he began to grow taller and broader in the chest area. His face grew a little longer in structure and his hair as well. Though that managed to exaggerate the gray tint in Zexion's natural hair color and bring it out until it was completely gray. It even managed to tie itself back on its own. Talent. Thankfully the eye patch appeared before his eye disappeared, though it sometimes didn't work that smoothly. Finally, as the last touch, he could feel etchings of scars begin to form all along his body. Like in nearly every form shift, Zexion felt more physically powerful in his makeshift appearance.

Especially in Xigbar's. Second in command and the feature of having big guns. Take that one, as you will.

"Hey! What's going on in there?" He shouted through the door as he proceeded to rudely bang on it. He smirked when a string of curses managed to escape from the closet, and what sounded like a growl. The lack of rude comebacks from Marluxia must have been because he recognized the California surfer accent as second in command. As anyone could take Xigbar in all lack of seriousness, the only person he took orders from was Xemnas. Plus his ability to assign missions to wherever he saw fit to anyone that pissed him off kept a lot of remarks quiet. "Why did you run out Marls?"

"I didn't…feel good," Marluxia managed, responses coming in pieces. He obviously had the concentration of steel, because even with a superior speaking to him, his hand was fast at work. Pumping his angst away. "Just go back…to Demyx."

"No way man. I think I pushed him too hard. Nearly wet himself…" Zexion stated with a smile in his voice, though completely acting as Xigbar. "I need you to come out. Have a mission for you to do. Should be easy but the Superior wants it done."

A few moments of silence.

"Dude…are you ok?"

"Fine!" Marluxia growled. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

It was the perfect time. Raising an arm, Zexion managed to summon a portal and stepped into the darkness, only to step out again in the supply closet. A little cramped due to lack of room, one step forward and he would have run into Marluxia's hunched form. Leaning up against one of the shelves, the Assassin's head was tilted back with one hand working vigorously in his open pants while the other held onto the doorknob to make sure that no one barged in. A small flow of pre-cum had already managed to leak down to the base of his erection, obviously so close to the end.

"Fuck!" Those navy eyes opened instantly at the sound of someone else joining him in he small room. At the sight of 'Xigbar', he managed to shake slightly as a steady shot of release was splattered into the Nobody's hand as well as one of the walls used to hold buckets. Chest heaving lightly, he made to close up the front of his trousers, only to be stopped by 'Xigbar's' hand which caught his wrist.

"All that just because of a little rough housing?" 'Xigbar' asked as he glanced down at the other's cock. Marluxia pulled against the hold at first, though suddenly a satisfied smirk replaced resistance. A sideways grin soon found itself on Xigbar's expression as well, though the Assassin appeared to have something of an upper hand.

"Pent up energy. That's all it is," the brandy-haired Nobody purred as his hand on the doorway released its grip and moved to his side. Standing up straighter, he peered at his supposed superior and tilted his head, waiting for a response.

"Want me to help you get rid of some more?" Zexion asked, not thinking purely in character. He was supposed to be Xigbar. The arrogance on Marluxia's expression faded, and in an instant, his hand shot out to reach 'Xigbar's' knee. Zexion's own instinct was to pull back from the potentially ticklish touch, which caused Marluxia to laugh. Zexion had in fact revealed himself. Xigbar wouldn't have seen the significance of a knee grab or the potential downfall.

"You gave yourself away by being such a fucking whore," the Marluxia murmured, eyes narrowing dangerously on the man before him. "Xigbar wouldn't have offered such a thing nor would he had come into the closet to see what was going on. Work on your skill a little more Zexion."

"Impressive. I guess my amusement of the Graceful Assassin's fetish became my distraction."

"Change back to your normal form. It's unnerving listening to Xigbar's voice talk like that."

"I will as soon as you zip up your pants. Your dick is lax enough," Zexion stated with a nod as began to shrink in size. Reversing the process from before, it was only a matter of moments before he was a smaller and younger in age. Blue hair in tact and scowl in place. Though Marluxia hadn't in fact buttoned up his trousers. "What? You just going to leave that open for the world to see?"

"No…just for you to see…" Marluxia murmured as he reached out once more and grabbed hold of the younger's knee. Squeezing so the nearly electric sensations spread up along Zexion's thigh. A surprised gasp managed to escape the Schemer as he fell back onto the floor, barely managing to not hit his head against the corner of a shelf. The wind was knocked out of him as his back hit the rather hard flooring beneath, he immediately found himself in nearly the same position Demyx was a few minutes ago.

"Noooo…Marluxia!" Zexion managed in between breaths as the squeezing intensified. Marluxia had shifted down to his hands and knees while the Schemer had settled onto ground, against his will or not. Finally, the pressure stopped to just finger skims directly below his right knee and he had enough air to actually speak in between giggles. "Get off! Why are you-"

"Going to intrude? Possibly write this all down in your little notes later? You have to compensate for such personal information you know…" Moving up along the smaller Nobody's form, he began to nibble carefully on the corner of Zexion's jaw. All the while that hand continued to tickle to it's content. Zexion could figure out just how this could be arousing, and he tried to stop himself from giving into the appropriate actions. Though instinct is louder than common sense. The blunette's torso arched gracefully underneath it's instigator's, attempting to buck off it's attacker. Though it apparently only made things worse.

"Good job baby…" Came the purr directly below Zexion's ear. The Schemer's eyes only widened in response and his breath became hitched as it struggled to please his demand for air. His legs began to twitch in an attempt to pull away from the fingers that had now traveled to behind his knee, though somehow the Assassin managed to manipulate the movement as to spread the other's legs. Nestling right in between them, Marluxia closed his own eyes and suddenly, the flooring beneath them cracked as two vines managed to sprout from the surface. Quickly making their way to wrap around Zexion's arms to secure him tightly to the floor. They curled along his forearms and wove along his fingers, only to tighten.

"What the fu-"

"I find it amusing that my room is directly below us…" Marluxia admitted with a smirk, his hands moving away from the schemer's knees altogether. Glancing down, Zexion noticed that the other now in fact displayed an arousal of sorts. Attempting to pull away from the makeshift bondage that now held down his upper body, he failed miserably. Sweat from the laughing fit from before had already started to bead along his forehead, his chest heaving up and down for whatever air it could manage in the lax time. "Though it might prove to be a problem for you however."

Suddenly his hands were at Zexion's pants. Which would reveal the very thing that he really couldn't look at himself. Body betrayal was a bitch. A quick pull of a button and a careful tug of a zipper and the Schemer was exposed to everyone and everything in the closet. A quiet chuckle of delight escaped from Marluxia as he examined his fellow Nobody while jerking off the clothing completely.

"Marluxia…please…"

"Don't even think of telling me to stop. Your erection says otherwise," the older murmured as he placed a gloved finger on the base of Zexion's cock, only to slip it up along the underside. A shudder from Zexion followed by a quiet sound of pleasure, and Marluxia moved to lift the blunette's leg up.

"What are you doing?" Zexion asked, finding himself yanking against the vines yet again. Marluxia simply closed his own eyes in answer and tilted his head as he lifted the lithe boy's leg up a little farther, resulting in Zexion having to bend his other leg to keep his comfort decent. Suddenly he felt the tip of the other's curious tongue along the back of his thigh, and a surge of heat began to move directly towards his crotch. Marluxia's lips pressed against a few inches above the back of his knee, only to make a trail of hot kisses directly towards the sensitive area.

Another fit of giggles flooded through, though at the open mouthed kisses and scrapes of the other's teeth on his bare skin, another sensation took hold. A groan broke through the laughter, followed by another shortly after. A few minutes of the delicious torture and Marluxia slowly guided the other's leg down onto the ground.

"Never thought someone could be so fucking ticklish," he managed, voice thick with lust as he pulled off the glove to his right hand and began to pump the Schemer's now fully erect cock with a bare hand. Showing no pride at this point due to simple exhaustion, Zexion's hips immediately responded by bucking into the other's hand. Soon the tugs became slick with pre-release, and yet the vines remained in tact to hold the younger Nobody down. Pants of both breathlessness and pure sexual luster filled the room, and they were all Zexion's. The Assassin's eyes remained glazed over, drinking up the image of the natural manipulator under his control. Until finally…

"Marluxia…" the supposed Schemer managed to whisper as his hips jerked out of the rhythm, and a low groan escaped his throat. Coming quickly, Marluxia angled the other's cock so it managed to leave a mess all up along the chest of Zexion's cloak. When it was finished, Zexion laid down limp onto the ground, toes curling and uncurling as the climax began to wear off. Taking the time of the Zexion's exhaustion to reach down and begin to apply the other's cum to his own hard length as a source of lubricant, he winced as he gave a few yanks and moved number six's non-resisting form to suit his pleasure. Placing the other's legs on his shoulders, and pulling close, he managed to thrust with force directly into Zexion's entrance.

Heat quickly surrounded the Assassin's throbbing dick as the un-prepped passage enthralled him. A soft yelp of pain echoed through the air, though Marluxia took no notice as he began to pound into Zexion mercilessly. Hips jerking forward into an unsteady rhythm, it was quite easy to find himself completely submerged into the tight flesh, seeing as the bluenette was kept firmly in place by restraints. Not able to move away or ease the force from the older Nobody, Zexion was quickly pulled out of the last waves of his orgasm to find himself paying the debt for both intruding and for the pleasure he had received from Marluxia.

Panting in rhythm of the fucks, raising his hips to ease the tension in his lower body, he soon felt the pain decrease. Thank the gods he wasn't a virgin. Pressing his fingertips into the floor to relieve some of the frustration, he immediately brought his focus to the shelves directly above his head. Glass cleaner. That was what that blue stuff wa-

"Damn it!" Feeling the tip of the other's cock brush against that pleasing spot deep inside of him, he was brought back to the fact that Marluxia is nearing the end to their sexual exchange. A loud groan of satisfaction issues from the Graceful Assassin and the slippery sounds of flesh sliding into flesh over and over again decrease in times in between lapses. Finally the thrusts stopped all together, and Marluxia held his position, which was still deep inside Zexion for a matter of moments.

"Ahhh!" The feeling of hot liquid violently released inside Zexion left the Schemer biting his own lip nearly hard enough to split the skin. A cry of pleasure escaped Marluxia as he filled the passage, only to pull out moments afterwards and force himself to stand shakily. This time, he reached down to carefully close the front of his pants only after a few minutes of leaning against the door. A healthy flush still remained on the Marluxia, Zexion however stayed on the floor, still bound tight and too exhausted and spent to move.

A few more moments of examining the Schemer and he winked, which resulted in the vines releasing their hold and slithering back to the holes in the floor, only to disappear. The smaller of the two remained on the ground however as Marluxia wiped his own forehead with the back of his sleeve and turned to open the door. Glancing over his shoulder to examine the small room one more time, he cleared his throat to speak before exiting.

"Oh and Zexion, when you can get up…could you clean up a bit in here? It's a little too messy for my taste."