The Garden

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

It wasn't as if he couldn't do this in the privacy of his own room, but the gardens brought Axel closer to him, the subject of his pent-up lust. Marluxia aroused and inflamed Axel as much as he irritated and annoyed him. His distance from Axel was as frustrating as his proximity, driving Axel crazy until he couldn't take any more and escaped to the gardens. At least there, he could pretend to be close to Marluxia without actually having to deal with the man.

He hadn't banked on the garden's reaction to him, though. To Axel, it was little more than an area of greenery, tended to by Marluxia in his spare time. Little did he know of the garden's true nature; that it was almost an extension of Marluxia himself and the garden did not take kindly to this interloper, enthusiastically pleasuring himself behind a rose bush.

Fronds twitched and leaves rustled, sending messages between themselves, telling of this trespasser. News quickly spread of Axel's presence and between them they decided to take action.

"The master must be told!" An elderly willow exclaimed.

"No, no," a young sapling replied. "Let us have our fun first."

"If we tell the master, we will be rewarded."

The argument raged all around him, but to Axel's ear, it sounded only like the wind through bows. Oblivious to everything, he gasped and moaned as he stroked his aching cock with one hand and played with his nipples with the other. In his mind, a fantasy played out of pinning Marluxia against one of the trees and sticking his tongue down the man's throat. Of rubbing their bodies together, revelling in the friction created by their long coats. Of sinking his teeth into Marluxia's throat while they tugged and pulled at each others clothes.

As Axel's imagination fuelled his jerking, the debate amongst the plants reached fever pitch. The ferns screeched that the master should punish Axel; the snapdragons agreed. The cannabis plants said they didn't care. Eventually, tired of the unresolved argument, the vines took action. Whilst the other plants were occupied, vines crept along the ground, whispering to the grass to keep quiet.

Unaware of the approaching danger, Axel's hand worked his erection. By then, in his mind, he was screwing Marluxia hard. His hand twined in long, pink hair and tugged, pulling the man's head down so Axel could smash their mouths together in a painfully violent kiss. With Marluxia's legs wrapped around Axel's waist, ankles crossed to keep him in place, Axel drove into him, heedless of the way the bark ripped and tore his lover's skin. The image was so clear to him and his imagination even supplied physical sensations; the gentle touch of fingertips on his back and neck. Surprisingly gentle kisses against his neck and ears. It was blissful.

"Come, come," the vines crooned to each other. "Before the master arrives, we must prepare the gift."

Slowly, unfurling and uncurling, the vines slithered up Axel's legs and over the swell of his buttocks. They travelled his back, winding around themselves until they reached his shoulders. One vine curled around his neck, while two others snaked down his arms and encircled his wrist. Their master would be in for a treat, they giggled. A feast fit for a king.

There was a pressure around Axel’s neck. He felt like he couldn’t quite breathe properly, but he was too wrapped up in his fantasy to pay it much notice. Most likely, he thought, the constriction he felt was linked to the tightening of his stomach muscles. Pleasure like this took its toll on the body, he reasoned, unwilling to give up his task to find out the real answer. He no longer toyed with his nipples; both hands were at his groin, one stroking his cock and the other cupping his balls, rolling them gently in the palm of his hand. As much as he desired – needed – to come, he wanted to draw out his pleasure. There weren’t many opportunities to indulge himself like this although wanking in Marluxia’s garden was an entirely new experience. There was something delicious about doing this in a place normally not used for such activities. He flogged his cock in the kitchen sometimes, his senses overwhelmed by the spices and herbs that were scattered around. Once, and only once, he frotted against the books in Zexion’s private collection, spattering the ancient tomes with his seed, leaving behind the evidence that trapped him and ensured he would never try that particular location again. He got off on the taboo as much as the act and there, in Marluxia’s pride and joy, he planned to spoil the fruits of Marluxia’s labour with the fruits of his loin.

“Quickly,” the vines hissed. “The master approaches.”

Vibrating in anticipation, tendrils looped around each of Axel’s fingers. When the time came, they would tighten and hold him steady. Leaves quivered at the thought of what they would witness. The vines were Marluxia’s favourites, they knew, held in higher esteem than any of the other plants because of their ability to spread and climb. They knew the other plants feared them; what plant wouldn’t be scared of the ones in their midst who could strangle them or poison them? The vines were special and they greatly wished to show their devotion to their master. Marluxia would be pleased, oh yes. So very pleased with the prize they had captured for him.

The temperature changed. Axel felt a chill on his bare skin, making the fine hairs that covered his body stand on end. His nerve endings tingled and a shudder passed through his body. Someone has walked over my grave, he thought, smirking at the irony. It was getting harder to hold back; curbing his release was almost painful. His balls drew close to his body, ready to release their load and bring Axel’s control tumbling down. Jerking his hand faster now, he strove for completion. It was all very well to take one’s time, but all good things must come to an end and for Axel, that end was close at hand.

“See what we have for you, master?” The vines trembled their delight to Marluxia as he stepped around the rose bush. “See this fine prize? He’s yours, all yours.”

“Well done, my pretties,” Marluxia replied, speaking the language of the plants through soft touches and gentle breaths. “I heard of the intruder but I had no idea it was him.”

“You know of him, master?”

“Indeed I do. He has plagued my existence for some time now and so to find him here is most opportune.”

Marluxia smiled down at Axel, who remained wholly unaware that he was no longer alone.

“What would you have us do with him, master?”

“Hold him,” Marluxia commanded. “Hold him firm and hold him tight. I will show this intruder the error of his ways.”

Ecstatic at receiving their master’s words, the vines tightened their hold on Axel. Leaves were crushed under the pressure of grasping the man, releasing their fragrant oils onto his skin where it itched and burned. The man gasped in horror as his hands were ripped away from his genitals and twisted behind his back. Each knuckle of his fingers cracked as tendrils gripped him. He tried to scream but his cry was choked back by the tightening vine around his neck. Marluxia looked on in amusement.

“Axel,” speaking aloud for the first time, Marluxia looked down at the man, bound and trussed at his feet. “Having fun?”

Unable to speak, Axel could only respond with a choked rasp. He thrashed against his bindings, trying to free himself but failing.

“The more you struggle, the tighter my babies will get,” Marluxia warned. “I would recommend staying as still as possible.”

Axel’s erection had wilted; even he could not maintain arousal while his very life was in danger. Marluxia glanced down at the limp organ and smirked.

“Something wrong? Can’t get it up? Please, allow me to assist.”

With a flick of his wrist, Marluxia sent out his order to the vines. They responded enthusiastically, more seeming to appear from out of nowhere. Moving as a group, they weaved around each other as they coiled around Axel’s cock, twisting and coaxing it back to hardness. Embarrassed and disturbed at the ease with which his arousal returned Axel tried to duck his head to hide his face. His attempt was foiled when Marluxia roughly grabbed his spiked hair and pulled upwards.

“Oh no, Axel. I want to see your face all the while. Allow me this pleasure and I will allow you your pleasure.”

As a gesture of goodwill, he snapped his fingers and the vines around Axel’s neck fell away, into his lap where they joined their kin. He swallowed large gulps of air, coughing and spluttering as he tried to fill his lungs. When at last he was able to breathe freely, he glared up at Marluxia.

“Fuck you!” He spat out, venomously. “Fuck you and your fucking crazy plants.”

“I can just as easily ask them to return to their previous position.”

Axel was beaten. Marluxia was nuts enough to do just that and Axel would have died of humiliation before he allowed himself to be slaughtered by that pink-haired freak’s flowers. He hated Marluxia at that moment. Hated him with a passion that rivalled only how much he desired him. Slumping in resignation, Axel relaxed into the stimulating caresses of the vines.

“That’s better. This should be pleasurable, Axel, for both of us.”

The sharp sound of Marluxia’s zip being pulled down reached Axel’s ears and he looked up in time to see the man shrug off his coat. His hand moved to his fly and popped the button, teasing Axel with a glimpse of pink, curly hairs.

“Like what you see?”

Axel nodded, wishing to see more. In his fantasies, he had stripped Marluxia bare but in reality, he had never seen the man without clothes. His chest was broader than his coat suggested, muscular and shaped in a way that suggested he looked after himself. As his trousers slid over his hips, exposing a thick cock, just a little shorter than Axel’s, Axel nodded appreciatively. He had no strong preferences over whether he took Marluxia or Marluxia took him just as long as they fucked. Mouth watering at the sight of Marluxia’s stiffening cock, Axel leaned forward ever so slightly, only to be jerked back abruptly by the vines.

“Ah-ah! No touching, I’m afraid. Only my babies may enjoy my body.”

Spreading his hands in a welcoming gesture, Marluxia beckoned some of the vines towards him. They obeyed immediately, leaving Axel and crossing the ground to their master and sliding up his legs. Mirroring the vines wrapped around Axel, they looped around Marluxia’s cock, undulating and rippling as they cajoled his erection to full hardness.

A thick vine, moved slowly across the ground between Axel’s legs, approaching his ass. The leafless surface of the vine was slick with natural oils, its nature perfect for its task. When it reached the curves of Axel’s buttocks, it slithered between before he could clamp up.

“Hey!”

“Relax, Axel,” Marluxia purred. “This one is my personal favourite. Be honoured that I choose to share him with you.”

Between his ass cheeks, the vine wriggled its way into Axel’s anus, breaching him with ease. Axel tried to force the vine out, clenching his muscles and straining hard, but it was useless. The vine was inside him; an inch, two inches, three inches and then it was pressing against him in such a way that he howled in pleasure and thrust into the grasp of the vines around his cock.

“Gaah,” he panted, reasoning and judgement quickly slipping away. “M-more! Fuck!”

“That’s it, Axel,” Marluxia cooed, his own pleasure growing as the vines worked his cock. “Let him love you.”

The vine seemed to pulsate inside him while the ones on his cock writhed around his flesh. Having already been so close to his climax before Marluxia’s appearance, Axel found that he rapidly returned to that point. Even Marluxia seemed close, his chest rising and falling as he breathed hard.

“I’m close. Are you close, Axel?”

Confirming Axel’s suspicions, Marluxia spoke in hushed tones. The garden around them was silent as if every plant was waiting to see what happened. It felt like a million eyes were upon him, but Axel could see only two. They bored into him, and Axel wondered if he had a soul, would Marluxia be able to see it? The vine in his ass suddenly thrust hard, going deeper than it had been and before Axel could think of reacting, his cock was pulsing and spitting his come over his stomach and the plants. The vines tensed and relaxed, milking him for all he was worth. At the edge of his vision, he saw Marluxia lean back as he too orgasmed, ribbons of spunk arcing through the air to splatter on the ground.

As soon as his orgasm was complete, the vines loosened and tumbled to the ground, lifeless. Marluxia’s followed suit, leaving him as bare as Axel. He looked down at the redhead trying to catch his breath and massaging his wrists.

“Well now, you’ve had your fun, haven’t you?”

Mutely, Axel nodded. Had it been fun? He felt physically satisfied but emotionally confused. He’d been fucked by a plant! How was he supposed to deal with that anyway?

“Get dressed and get out of my garden.”

“No cuddling?” Axel couldn’t help himself, sometimes. “Not even a little snuggle?”

His trousers hit him in the face, followed by his coat.

“The next time you set foot in my garden, the plants have my express permission to extinguish you,” there was no trace of warmth in Marluxia’s voice, just a cold, hard malice. “And stay away from me, too.”

Grabbing his clothes, Marluxia disappeared back the way he had come, around the rosebush. The garden was still unnaturally quiet and there was a definite air of malevolence. Axel had to get out of there.

The end.