Small Flowers Crack Concrete

Title: Small Flowers Crack Concrete
Pairing: Lexaeus/Figment Leon (The one from Chain of Memories)
[A/N]: Written for a friend's Christmas gift. She gave me permission to post it here. Enjoy!

Lexaeus was not one who normally followed rumours. They were trivial matters to him, these tid-bits of information that seemed to thrill the younger Organization members like Larxene and Demyx. To him however, there seemed no need for such folly. Who cared if it was true that Marluxia was hung like a fucking horse--he wasn't, Lexaeus knew for a fact--or if Luxord liked to get it down while wearing girl's panties, or if Zexion knew one-thousand-and-one different sex positions. What the fuck did that have to do with the earth wielder Lexaeus? The large man sniffed unhappily, shifting his position in the shadows of the large, homey building. Today however was different, today he had followed the rumours like a moth to the fucking flame.

'You haven't seen them yet, Lexaeus?' Vexen had sounded so superior as he said that, flipping his hair like the faggot he was, those green eyes flashing. 'That's just to bad. Her work really is beautiful, its a shame that you'll never see it down here in the basement.' Lexaeus growled defensively at the memory. Before that kid had showed up, stupid, snot-nosed Sora with his stupid keyblade, Vexen hadn't shown progative in leaving the basement either. It was only after, when Namine began using her powers, that Vexen became interested. And, much to Lexaeus' chagrin, Vexen had been right. He'd only seen a smattering of her work--a ninja girl running down the street--but from even that small example, he had to admit, the witch was good.

Lexaeus shifted again, turning his torso so that his back cracked loudly, and sighed. He had work he needed to do--word was that there was a mouse running about the basement levels and he would inevitably be called to help contain the problem by Zexion--but a small piece of him wanted to investigate more of the memory witch's work. He chewed his lip for a moment, weighing his options. His decision was made as a girl's voice flooded the small back alley.

"Sure was great to see Sora again...if it was again." She sounded oddly puzzled but overall happy. Risking being seen, Lexaeus poked his head out of the alley. Standing not eight feet away was the girl he had seen before, talking easily with another young woman in a pale pink dress and a young man with a scarred face and sullen frown. "And I'm glad that he was able to help us, you know, Squ--er Leon?" She smiled widely, pushing a gloved hand through her short raven locks.

The man who she was addressing nodded, mouth never faltering from its set frown. He didn't really seem to be listening to the woman at all, Lexaeus noticed, but he was more focused on everything surrounding them. Leon's blue eyes flickered once toward Lexaeus' chosen hiding spot, his eyes narrowing as he took in the darkness of the alley, before his gaze slowly trekked back to the girl. Lexaeus grinned. Had he not known better, he would have guessed that the man had known he was lurking in the alley. But that was impossible.

"Yeah, Yuffie. Sure." Leon had a nice voice, deep reflective but at the same time sad-sounding. The three stood awkwardly another moment before the scarred man continued. "Why don't you two head back to Cid's place, I'll catch up with you soon."

"But what about you, Leon?" The woman in pink asked. She had a matronly air about her and Lexaeus founding himself disliking her instantly. Leon cracked a small smile in the woman's direction.

"I'll be fine. You two just get a move on. I'll be there soon enough." The two women nodded and, arm-in-arm, set off back down the street the way that they had come. Leon watched them go, turning his back so that Lexaeus could not see his face, and sighed visably. The figment stood another moment or two, the hand holding his gunblade tightening reflexively, then slowly--very slowly, Lexaeus noted--Leon turned, eyes locking with Lexaeus' even through the shadows of the alley. "You can come out of there now." He said, those his tone implied that it was an order, not a request. "We don't take kindly to strangers lurking in shadows in this town."

Lexaeus frowned. For his life, he could not figure out how Leon had known that he was there. The broad, earthen man sighed, shoulders rising evenly as he breathed deeply, and he stepped out of the alley into the main street. He smiled as Leon took in his appearance. The scarred man's lip rose in distaste as he took in Lexaeus' outlandish clothes--his Organization required black robe--his square jaw, his messy brown hair, his scowl...and then, for the first real time their gazes locked.

And Leon attacked.

He missed by a mile. Lexaeus was faster than he looked and before Leon had even taken his first real step the earth wielder moved and was preparing a counter. He held a wide hand out flat, fingers spreading as he called to the earth. The figment of Sora's memory had time to turn before the ground under him bucked and he lost his footing. There was a dull thud as Leon's ass hit the ground hard. Lexaeus laughed and shook the ground again as the scarred sword-wielder tried to stand. Not that he was a normally feeling man, but Lexaeus found himself enjoying the suffering of Leon immensely. Probably because the figment wasn't really human, he was just like one of Vexen's play-things, sort of human, sort of a person, but not really...Lexaeus smiled. Now if that wasn't the pot calling the kettle black.

He glanced back at Leon who had managed to regain his footing and was standing where he had fallen, eyes assessing Lexaeus curiously. "Fucking mages." He muttered, hefting his sword up again, though making no move to approach. Lexaeus frowned, hands twitching, fingers spreading again. Leon began to take a step and Lexaeus struck. He called a rock up from behind the scarred man and sent it careening into the swordsman's skull. Leon was down before his step was even completed.

"Fucking swordsmen." He muttered, walking over to Leon's downed form. The man's blood was a bright, sickly crimson on the yellowed pavement. Lexaeus frowned, squatting down and touching the blood with one gloved finger. Now, that didn't make sense. Namine created images, not real people. Even those things Vexen made didn't have any blood in them (and wasn't that something to be thankful for because when Vexen got pissed at them...oh what a mess they would make had they been filled with blood!). He held the finger to his face, feeling the slight human warmth radiating off the sticky liquid. Lexaeus' dark eyes flickered angrily between the blood staining his finger and the man, unconscious, on the street. How dare that bitch Namine! How fucking dare she make something that was more human than any of the Organization combined...more human than herself even! It wasn't fair that this trick, this shadow of a human, this fucking phoney got to be human.

His hands gripped the back of Leon's jacket roughly as he dragged the man into the safe darkness of the alley. He dropped the man as unceremoniously as he picked him up and Leon let out a small groan of dissent. Lexaeus froze. Well, if that sound hadn't caught his attention...He squatted back down, coming face-to-face with the still bleeding man, eyes scanning the scarred face without passion. Not that Leon had a bad face, even with the scar he was still quite handsome; his features strong, brow heavy. His jacket had fallen off, revealing more of Leon's swan-like, almost feminine neck, and rounded shoulders.

"What do you have that I don't?" Lexaeus asked, his voice causing Leon's face to twist unhappily. "Why do you get to have the one thing I've always wanted? The one thing I can't have?" Leon's eyes opened but there wasn't any recognition in his blue orbs. "You fucking golem. You aren't real, you are the furthest thing from real and yet you get to be more real than I do?!" Leon's eyes opened again.

"What are you talking about?" He spat, hand rising to push Lexaeus away. The offending hand was caught deftly and its brother retrieved from where it sat. Holding them together and never letting his gaze leave Leon's face, Lexaeus created a ring of stones and mud, effectively handcuffing the man's hands to one another. "What are you doing?" Leon asked and there was a hint of satisfying fear tingeing his words. Lexaeus didn't bother to answer, simply dropped Leon's hands. "Fucker. Answer me." Leon's pain induced haze was quickly falling away. "You bastard, I said let me go!" He kicked out, meaning to catch Lexaeus' strong jaw with the heel of his heavy shoes, but his movement was intercepted halfway through completion and his shoe was removed roughly.

Leon's face blanched. "What are you...?" Lexaeus' warning glare was enough to shut him up, though he couldn't help the glimmer of indignation that sparked through his eyes. He was Squall Leonhart, gun-blade wielder. He was not the toy of some crazy, mage punk. His second shoe was removed as hastily as the first and Leon shivered as his feet touched down upon cool stone. Lexaeus grinned, feral, dangerous, his lips twisting at the show of vulnerability Leon was putting on. "What do you think you're doing?" There wasn't as much anger in his voice any more, just a whispered fear.

"You have something that I want."

Leon's gaze darkened. "You can't take my gun-blade it wouldn't work for you though I could show you a real good place to put it if you'd free my hands..." As he spoke his voice dropped to a growl, gaining anger as he went. He tugged on the clay-like binds on his hands. Lexaeus smiled genuinely.

"Your hands were free and I still beat you." Lexaeus whispered, tugging off his bloodstained glove and dropping it to the side. He freed his left hand as well and ran his bare finger down Leon's scar. The man's reaction was priceless--worthy of one of Vexen's little tests even! Leon's head pulled back, eyes widening comically at the intimate contact and his breathing hitched, the irregularity in the rise and fall of his chest visible even under Leon's shirt. At the same time, his foot lifted and crashed into Lexaeus' nose. Were that he was a normal man, the blow would have made Lexaeus bleed, it would have broken his nose in a shower of crimson and snot. Any normal man would have been downed by a shot that direct. However, Lexaeus was no 'normal man' and the kick merely knocked his head to the side with a dull thud. His gaze returned to Leon's, unimpressed and bored.

"I suppose that made you feel better." He frowned. "But it doesn't change a thing." His hands dropped from Leon's face to the hem of his shirt which he pushed up uncaringly, ignoring Leon's loud protests at the motion.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Fucking fucker let me..." The rest of Leon's yelled protests were cut off as Lexaeus pushed left hand against Leon's mouth and his right against the man's heaving chest, just above where his heart beat a staccato solo. Lexaeus frowned again. For him, this was about science, about knowledge, but as Leon's muffled threats reached his ears and Leon's feet curled uncomfortably, his nipples perking in the mild chill of the gathering dusk; Lexaeus' motives changed.

He tugged on the shirt again, bringing the garment half-way over Leon's head so that it caught behind his shoulders. Leon's flow of words had ebbed, silent, simmering anger taking its place; he seemed to realise that fighting back wouldn't help much, his last kick had done nothing and he wasn't the type to waste energy pointlessly. When his nipple was pinched though, twisted cruelly, Leon's facade couldn't hold. He moaned into the touch, whining as the grip turned painful. Nails raked up his stomach, causing his muscles to bunch teasingly. Leon closed his eyes only to receive another nipple pinch. His eyes shot back open and he looked at Lexaeus pitifully.

"Why are you--"

"Science." Lexaeus' large hands dropped to Leon's waist, unclipping the first belt easily. "You wear too much." He commented, as simply as if they were sitting down for Sunday tea and the tablecloth didn't match the napkins. The words seemed to reignite Leon's will to fight. He struggled pointlessly, twisting his hips without avail, throwing his head from side to side. He succeeded only in getting more tangled in his shirt. Lexaeus watched the fit with an amused smile for a moment or two, relishing in how truly lovely Leon was. Androgynous was a word that defined him perfectly. It was not so much a word associated with Lexaeus. Soon though, he tired of watching Leon struggle. A sharp backhand, square across his jaw stalled all further motion. "You done?"

"Fuck you." Leon hissed. He spat violently, spittle hitting Lexaeus upon the cheek. The earth Nobody laughed, wiping the wetness away before backhanding Leon again--harder this time. The brunette's head cracked loudly on the stone wall behind him, the collision re-opened his clotting head wound. His head fell forward limply, blood trickling down his neck and onto his chest. Lexaeus wiped that away too, with the same indifference he had shown to the spit. He took Leon's moment of down-time to loose his second and third belts and work the button out of its resting place. He prided himself on the mewling noise that Leon made as his zipper was worked down tooth by metal tooth, the figment emitted another breathy sigh as Lexaeus pushed the plackets of his constricting pants down, effectively freeing Leon's unbidden erection.

"Let's see how real you are then." Lexaeus whispered, leaning forward as his hand descended to Leon's cock which wavered pitifully in the night air. The scarred brunette let out another noise of quiet protest as he was stroked, his face tossing to the side in effort to get further away from Lexaeus' face. In response, Lexaeus' grip tightened, drawing another whimper from his captive. He smiled at the pitiful noise, taking slight sadistic pleasure in the suffering of the inhuman figment, before he loosened his grip again. He changed his grip, twisting his hand so that he could play with Leon's balls and stroke him.

Lexaeus let his left hand--the one not currently at work--drop down, clutching at Leon's hip and pulling him up so that his wieght was resting on Lexaeus' legs. "N-no." It was a pitiful sound, almost not a word at all and Laxeaus ignored it. His large hand kneaded the skin of Leon's thighs almost caringly.

"Now then," He said, voice quiet so that he wasn't even sure that Leon could hear him, "this won't be so bad. Just don't fight me." Leon's eyes flashed indignantly at that and Lexaeus had to suppress the laugh that threatened to wrack his form. He twisted his hand again, relishing in the painful groan Leon emitted. "Enjoying this then, you fake?" Lexaeus' voice was dipped in sarcasm. Leon's eyebrows crushed together, his facial expression torn somewhere between painfully pleasured and just pained, as his hips twitched along with Lexaeus' pace.

The Nobody grinned, second hand dropping down to loose his own now pressured erection from his slacks under his jacket. He shifted his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock against Leon's entrance. The scarred man's moans cut-off sharply at that as his eyes snapped to Lexaeus, pupils dilating quickly.

"N-no." He said weakly, bound hands raising to push against Lexaeus' barrel-like chest. "Not that please. Anything else..." Leon's breathing sped up significantly, fingers twitching upon perfected skin. He could do nothing to stop it, to stop his rape, both he and Lexaeus were aware of this. The stink of desperation rolled off of him in waves and almost made Lexaeus pity him. Almost.

"Just relax." Lexaeus grunted, his tongue flickering out to trace the shell of Leon's ear. The brunette groaned, a pained and pitiful sound, and his muscles relaxed unintentionally. Lexaeus didn't waste a moment in pushing into Leon's comforting heat. Leon groaned, teeth biting down hard on his lips, and he closed his eyes, warding off the pain that seared through him at the unprepared intrusion.

"Stop. Please. Please stop." Leon choked out, twisting his head to the side as Lexaeus' hand returned to his quivering cock. Lexaeus chuckled dryly, his lips brushing Leon's cheek as he spoke.

"Not happening. Not when we just got to the fun part." He slammed his hips forward brutally, starting a break-neck pace. "'Cause you see," he paused as he pulled his hips back, and moved his head to speak against Leon's sweat slicked brow, "this is my idea of," his hips jutted forward again, "fun." Lexaeus' head tilted again, bringing himself brow-to-stone with the wall Leon was still partially balanced against. His pace picked up.

Lexaeus was dimly aware of Leon making delightful moans next to him, was dimly aware of the scarred man's upset cries as he would pulled into a state of unwanted bliss, but mostly he was aware of the delightful, real-feeling pressure all around his cock. His one hand was still at work on Leon's erection, but he could tell, no matter how much the man didn't want this, that he was close to cumming. That knowledge spurred the earthen man on, brought him that agonizing step closer to release Lexaeus turned his head quickly, his lips hitting Leon on the cheek, teeth scraping over the skin. It was the ultimate dishonour he knew, to do what he was about to do, but he couldn't give a flying fuck. With a groan, Lexaeus tilted his head again and claimed Leon's lips with his own. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel Leon freaking out underneath him. The scarred man's hands pressed up against Lexaeus' chest, balling into fists to beat uselessly on the firm skin. His head twisted uselessly, lips never once escaping Lexaeus', his legs twitched, his back arched. And then Leon was cumming, moan stuttering out from his clenched throat and busied lips. His muscles snapped, buttocks clenching around Lexaeus' cock. It surprised Lexaeus, catching him off-guard, sending him into orgasm. He released Leon's lips as he came, crying out wordlessly, pushing his face into the brick wall.

"LEEEEEON!" The cry rang through the main street and into the alley. Lexaeus looked up, eyes narrowing as he peered toward the mouth of where he and Leon were still coupled. In record time, Lexaeus loosed himself from Leon's tight confines and was pulling his own clothes back on. "Leon, where are you?" He recognised the voice as the ninja girl from earlier. He glanced down at Leon, a pitiful sight to be sure, with his head still bleeding lightly and his ass stained with a bit of cum and dark red blood. A gloved hand gripped Leon's chin lightly and was tilted upward. Leon's gaze drifted to him uselessly. In his eyes something was broken, a part of his mind missing in the reflected view, in the shared gaze. In a rare moment of compassion, Lexaeus conjured a stone from the ground and let it fly into the wall. A loud crack echoed through the scene and Lexaeus heard Yuffie call out again, her footsteps bringing her toward the alley. A second later he was gone, transported back through the darkness to the basement where he belonged.

A rumour follower he was not, but sometimes it was good to crack the mould. Or maybe in this case, it was the concrete.
~Fin

[A/N]: Hahaha, so I'm going to hell. Thanks for reading leave a review if you want. Thanks again!