Random Lab Meetings

The moment I put Riku to bed and the lab was clear of other members, I set to work at once. Everything had to be cleared from the tables as a safety precaution of course. All of the beakers and graduated cylinders had to be stored away in a tightly locked cabinet while the more dangerous chemicals were placed into freeze storage.

The most frustrating part was the wait. He was never consistent in his arrivals, I’ve noticed. It was almost as if he wanted to show up when he knew I wasn’t ready for him just so he could smash and spill more of my precious lab equipment. But this time I was thoroughly prepared.

All of the sharp pointy things were stored…locked away somewhere so as to avoid any unwanted damage. I also took the liberty of setting up 3 separate stations equipped with lubricant. This time he couldn’t use the excuse of “I’m afraid I forgot to bring it again. Darn.” And of course there was the emergency weed killer available at almost any part of the lab should he try to get his sickly little plants involved…again.

And finally, my coat. It was easier to take it off myself rather than wait for him to ruin it beyond recognition. Granted, they all had a closet full of them, but my closet was running thin.

The moment I sat my coat aside a portal opened to the left of me as if on cue. Sure enough he stepped out as naked as the day we found him and not a hint of shame in his face.

“You just couldn’t wait for me, could you?” He said. Likely referring to the fact that I had taken off my clothes.

“More like I am sick of having to hunt down a new coat every time you decide to ruin mine. I thought ahead.” I replied curtly.

“Smart.” He said walking towards me. He seemed less exciting than usual. Perhaps a bit of teasing will hurry this along.

“What’s the matter, XI? Having difficulties in assuming your position?” What better way to make me feel better about myself than making someone else feel worse? “Or has old age finally settled in for the Graceful Assassin?”

He didn’t say anything. He likely wasn’t even listening. He had this amazing ability to tune me out. What a rude child.

“Just lay down and shut up. Hearing your voice is making it even harder for me I assure you.” So he was in a bad mood. Wonderful.

“Woke up on the wrong side of the flower? What’s the matter, did someone trample your garden and left a trail of mud and flower carcasses about your room?” I’ve learned in the past not to insult his precious little Zen garden or whatever the hell it was he kept in his room…but there are times when I can’t seem to hold my tongue.

He grabbed me by my chin roughly and held on tight. Then with a small smile he kissed me gently on the lips… That was not expected.

“You are so cute when you try to piss me off. If you want me to be rough all you have to do is ask, sir.” He grinned.

It was odd when he did that. Call me ‘sir’. I often forgot who was the Superior around here. But whenever it came to these random lab meetings, the rankings always seemed ass backwards. I shouldn’t stand for it. I should report him to Xemnas…but I don’t. I never have and I never will. I don’t have to strength to do it.

I couldn’t seem to find anything cruel or witty to say in response. Instead I just sat there, starring at him like a retarded deer caught in the headlights. He just had the ability to get me to shut up…I am sure there are many others who wished they had the power to do that to Xemnas.

“So what is all this here…” He mumbled backing away from me. He began inspecting the desk I was currently sitting on. “…Lube?” He picked up the bottle and laughed tossing it to the other end of the room. “Good heavens no. We won’t be needing any of that artificial chemical gumming up your insides.”

Well I tried…

“And this… Oh Vexen how cruel.” He held the small bottle of instant weed killer in his hand and placed his other hand over his chest in a slightly over exaggerated display of shock. “You wouldn’t be trying to hurt me, would you?” He quickly tossed that aside as well and returned to me.

He hummed lightly as he pressed his hand against my chest and gently guided my back flat onto the table. He then straddled me lightly as he tossed his hair over his shoulders. “I would like to introduce you to some old dear friends of mine.”

Please. Not this again.

“Mr. Vine 1. And Mr. Vine 2.” He grinned, as two relatively thick looking vines snaked from only Kingdom Hearts knows where and slowly began wrapping themselves around my wrist. At first it wasn’t so bad…but the longer it went on the tighter their grip became.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare let you be violated by vines. That would be just sick.” He smiled. Well at least he was being considerate. “They are just here to make this a little easier for us.” Oh wonderful. As of now they only seem to be cutting off the blood circulation to my hands.

I tried to wiggle them, but I couldn’t tell if they were moving. It went from a dull tingling feeling as if they had fallen asleep to nothing. That couldn’t be good. I was so focused on trying to get the feelings back in my hands then I didn’t notice that Marluxia had already began attacking my body with his tongue.

There was something odd about his tongue, however. I’ve been meaning to run some studies on his saliva. It always seems to leave these bizarre tingling sensations wherever the trail wandered. And I think since the air around me is naturally cooler, it causes whatever chemicals that form in his mouth to react quicker against my flesh. In other words it burned. But it wasn’t always a bad burn, which leads me to believe that Marluxia has control over his own chemicals, which must naturally form in his body. Perhaps some are deadly where as others serve as more of a gentle poison. Perhaps to immobilize it’s prey…? But this is no time for science.

I was about to lift my head to see just what he was up to only to have it slammed back down into the table by Mr. Vine…as to which Mr. Vine I am not sure. I grunted loudly and was tempted to freeze the little bastards all together. But my hands. I can’t feel theme. Marluxia must have realized that I wouldn’t be able to use my freezing attacks without my hands.

“There is nothing to see. Just lay back and enjoy.” I heard him say. But before I had a chance to respond that same warm tingling sensation overtook my entire pelvic area. It was nice on any other part of the body, but it was somewhat addictive in that entire area. I arched my hips upward, silently begging for those lips to be so tightly wrapped around my member, but Marluxia wouldn’t make it that easy. He simply pushed my hips back down and patted my chest lightly as he resumed licking every part of my lower region BUT my cock. The bastard.

“Damn it! Just do it!” I finally said. I never realize how shrilly my voice can be until I am tied up by vines and being teased so gently. It was nearly painful. But of course giving in was what he wanted. I heard him chuckle lightly as he wrapped his lips around my erection and slowly took it all into his mouth. It was like a sigh of relief… It was so warm. And that same tingling feeling seemed to intensify when he pulled away and the cold air surrounded it. It was so cool and shocking that it nearly burned.

It was such a wonderful feeling that I had forgotten about my hands which were likely black and blue by now. I leaned my head back to see that my thoughts were correct. My hands were indeed changing to an unhealthy color, but another thing I noticed was one of the vines had left leaving only one vine to hold both of my arms. I looked around frantically, but still saw nothing. I again lifted my head, and this time it wasn’t slammed back into the table. When I looked down towards Marluxia I saw it. The vine snaking around Marluxia’s face as he gently kissed it and nuzzled it. How disgusting. I was a bit put off when I saw the vine enter Marluxia’s mouth and again re-emerged and disappear below my line of sight.

“…Where did it go?” I mumbled. Marluxia ignored me. I was ready to demand to know the whereabouts of that cursed vine because I fear what he would do with it. And of course I felt that odd prodding at my entrance. He lied! “No! You said no vines!” I yelled.

“I said they were here to help. Mr. Vine 2 is helping. You should be thanking him.” He replied turning his attention back to my erection. Just as I was about to nag him some more I felt the slick spiny vine enter me slowly…It was worse than just jamming it in there. It moved agonizingly slow. I attempted to kick my legs, but Marluxia had a firm grip on them. I could hear as well as feel him laughing against my erection… I hate being laughed at.

After a few moments I just gave up and lay there, as I am sure he’d know I would do. I still couldn’t feel my hands, and a plant was violating me. The easiest thing to do was take it.

I tried to keep my body relaxed as the plant continued deeper through me… But it didn’t seem like it was trying to hurt me. Perhaps this was Marluxia’s time efficient way of preparing me. How sweet.

“See, isn’t the ‘All Natural’ way of sexual preparation for more exciting?” He finally said sliding his body up along mine. He wasn’t intending on me responding as he finally locked his lips against mine. It was always the kiss that I enjoyed the most. Just like the rest of my body, that same tingling feeling filled my mouth. Only I fear it messes with my brain. I always seem to see bright rainbow colors whenever I open my eyes. Or perhaps that was just Marly’s hair.

It was like he was sucking the life right out of me and I enjoyed every second of it. My mind becoming too weak to function, my eyes becoming to heavy to stay open, and my body becoming mindlessly more eager to feel more of what this deadly flower never failed to offer me. I wanted so badly to hold him…or no, pull that perfect head of hair of his, but I couldn’t. Not being able to move seemed to make me frantic…or maybe it was just the poison.

By this point my mind was nearly a blur. All I could do was feel since my vision often seemed to become blurry. Marluxia whispered something, but I couldn’t understand it. My mind just didn’t seem to be in the mood to make sense of human speech. He pulled away and touched my face gently before lifting my legs onto his shoulders. The plant quickly retracted which I could feel…and it wasn’t very pleasant at all. I grunted irritably as I attempted to call the vine a rude name, but I am not sure if it came out as a coherent sentence.

He leaned over me with my knees nearly touching the ground on either side of my head. It didn’t feel too bad right now, but tomorrow was going to be hell getting out of bed. I didn’t even notice when he entered me, but once he pulled out and slammed into me with a bit more force this time, I felt it. All I could do was make pathetic cries of mixed pain and pleasure. I couldn’t move any part of my body but my toes. I felt constricted… I couldn’t breathe and yet I didn’t care. Being turned into a sex pretzel never felt so amazing.

This was always the best part, when all I could do was lay there and all I could hear was Marluxia slamming into me. I was always so amused by his expressions, so calm and content. Never once have I seen him break into a sweet. And every thrust, though hard and powerful, calm and graceful. But what else could be expected from a Graceful Assassin?

When I felt Marluxia’s pace quicken I unconsciously moaned his name. He was getting close and I was already on the edge the moment he looked at me. I wanted to buck against him and encourage him to go faster, but I just wasn’t in the position to move. All I could do was moan. I think he got the hint because his thrusting seemed to increase. It was impossibly fast. I could feel his cock gliding against that spot deep inside me that always seemed to turn me into a babbling idiot. It was a feeling my brain could hardly process. And to make a good situation better, I could feel Mr. Vine joining in on the fun.

For once I was welcoming it. I could feel the vine wrapping around my neglected erection tightly. It was painful, and I was incredibly close. It just kept making itself tighter and tighter as the tip of the vine played with the head of my cock. I cried out in sexual frustration as the plant teased me. I was nearly in tears of anger. Why did his cursed plants have to be equally as cocky as Marly?

It was finally too much for me. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I cried out, begging for that damned plant to let go and with a snap of Marly’s fingers the plant did so…and finally I was able to release. It was deliciously painful. I could feel the bit of liquid splattering against my chin…I didn’t think it could shoot that far.

My body went completely numb. Marluxia seemed like he was getting closer, but I could hardly keep my eyes open. I tried to stay with him just so I could see if his face at least changed when he released, but as usual I was far to wiped to stay conscious. Seconds later everything went blank and the last thing I heard was a sharp breathy grunt from Marly.

I woke up what felt like hours later. Marluxia was gone. My back as well as everything else was in pain… I must have been out for a while since the feeling had regretfully returned. I tried lifting my arms and they felt like they weighed a ton. When I allowed them to collapse on my chest I felt something sharp poke me. I lifted my head and saw a single red rose thorns and all with a small note.

“I took the liberty of wiping myself off with your coat. Thanks. Until next random lab meeting. Ta-Ta!” And it ended with a small smiley. The freak.

I tossed the rose aside along with the note and attempted to sit up, but it was no use. Perhaps sleeping on the lab table wasn’t a bad idea… Just how long have I been out?

“Ah, I see you are ready once again.” This had to be some sort of joke.

“What…How long have I been out?” Was it that long?

“About 20 minutes.” He grinned as he approached me just as he did before. He couldn’t possibly expect me to be ready to go again.

“Marluxia…I really do not think I can do this right now.” I replied trying to sit up only to be pushed down again.

“Yes I know…the wonders of Random Lab Meetings. Sometimes you are ready, most of the times you aren’t.”