Pride

In his two lives very few things had the audacity to bring the rose-haired man to his knees. And still his fiery blue eyes shot back with a furious scathing, however foolish the gesture was. After all, his thrice damned pride was what brought him down onto now aching joints and bone, his hands writhing with sweat or blood against the small of his back. His nude body felt enflamed with embarrassment and shame as he realized just how quickly he was taken down this far and by the look on Xemnas’ face, things had yet to get started.

“You dare look at me with such high regard for yourself…”

The tone drawled softly, as though contemplating the younger man’s fate. Marluxia might as well have been perched in the man’s palm with the way the smoldering gold eyes fixated on him. Smartly, the newly appointed Eleven did not speak at first. A lesson quickly figured out since being escorted to Superior’s moderately lavished office. Marluxia damn near snarled, however, when the leather glove hand pinched hold of his chin.

“Release me,” he ground out through his teeth, tugging futilely at the tight, tight bindings. Xemnas frowned, almost dully, following with another slap across an already reddened cheek.

“Seems you have yet to learn your place, Number Eleven,” the harsh hand now rested calmly on the hot face, falsely merciful.

“I know my place, Superior.”

Marluxia spat out the word as though it left a bad taste on his tongue. He had had him stripped and knelt before him, what more did Xemnas want with him- Crack! This time, the Assassin turned with the strike, his hair flying after, hanging long around him as a pathetic shield for his face. His cheek now throbbed with the newly forming bruise that he oh so badly wanted to rub and shelter.

Not granting him the comfort of hiding behind the veil, Xemnas had a handful of the scented pink locks, pulling his head back and forcing his neck to be exposed. Submission. That is what he wanted. Marluxia spat venomously at the offender though his neck strained against the grip.

“I will not bow,” he strained to get out through clenched teeth.

“Pity,” was the rumbled comment as Xemnas wiped his face with the back of his hand. His gold eyes carefully studying the figure in front of him. He rose to accept the new recruitment’s challenge.

And suddenly, it was becoming harder to breath, twisted at such a weird angle. Marluxia’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, a silent would be plea of being released. Xemnas only watched with vague interested, as though the Assassin’s fate didn’t matter to him when in fact, it was Marluxia’s purpose to be a major puppet in his plan. He couldn’t have loose strings…

Xemnas’ grip only relinquished to step back from his captive. Still though he was hunched over and panting, the Assassin had an arrogant air of pride about him. A bright blue eye was narrowed at him through the curtain of pink hair. A look that promised his swift and unreserved demise. How amusing.

“You have such spirit, I’d hate to see it go to waste,” Xemnas began, coolly commented. “You could greatly benefit the Organization.” He pets the fallen clumps of hair from the seething blue glare. “On the same account, you are also quite expendable.”

The freshly named Assassin smartly stayed quiet as those seemingly merciful amber eyes studied the newest and lowest ranking member. All he could recall at that moment was Axel... The Eighth had tried to warn him, to teach him. “Pride will get you killed in this business, Marluxia.” From the corner of his eye, a waved angry red glow had formed from the Leader’s hand.

“I will teach you your place, Number Eleven…” A quick snap of his wrist and the whip like light struck him hard across the chest.

Marluxia let out a short scream at the sudden intense pain now searing from his skin. He curled forward on reflex, a pathetic attempt to block the standing man out and nurse his wound.

Xemnas jerked the man’s head up to face him. “And it’s beneath me.”

Another strike and Marluxia’s eyes widened at the contact now upon his back. The obvious pain in his expression directly facing the silver-haired man was almost worse than the pain itself. Exposing that he had a weakness, that there was a possible breaking point within him… As though the Superior had any doubt of that though.

The intense heat radiated through his skin when Xemnas held the weapon up by his cheek. Marluxia’s eyes still held defiance and now complete with utter rage. Vines crawled up from the floor, obeying their master’s command to charge into a hopeless battle. Marluxia wasn’t yet in complete control of his power and was far behind from gaining up to Xemnas’ level. Still he would fight.

The foliage clamped around Xemnas’ ankles as Marluxia snarled and tried to duck away from the offending light. Long thorns instantly blossomed to slice through the boots and into the skin. In a few motions, however, the rather stupid move was resolved by those long tresses in a firm grip, throwing him to the ground as his plants were burned and stomped.

Xemnas’ boots were by his face when the next sets of blows were thrown. Bad as he wanted to grit his teeth and take it in silence, the Rose still gave a few short outbursts. By the time his back was littered by an array of burns and open wounds, Marluxia was whimpering with his face furrowed so badly that he appeared distorted. As calm as ever the toe of the spotless boot turned Marluxia by the chin, forcing him to look up at the man so high above him.

“And here I was thinking that I should show you mercy because you are still learning.” The ever elegant man fell to kneel beside him, “Looks like I’ll have to spell things out for you to learn quicker.”

Marluxia thrashed and writhed when the whip-like weapon was laid across his back almost lazily. He felt as though he was on fire the way the blade sank into the skin like butter. His voice rang out against the wooden walls of the Leader’s office. The screams meant nothing to Xemnas, however. It was the way the younger man spoke and acted toward his superiors. He foolishly believed that he was more than a mere smudge against the cold white background of his castle. His world.

And as quickly as it came, Xemnas’ chief weapon was gone, leaving in its wake trickling tears that fell in small streams across the awkwardly setting face.

“Fucker,” Marluxia ground out through flushed cheeks and a glare that had lost its luster when combined with traitorous tear tracks. “R-release me…”

He tugged at the bindings ineffectively. Xemnas frowned disapprovingly before grasping his chin. There was a silence for several beats as he contemplated the younger man. “Seems you’re still not getting it.”

“Like everyone else,” Marluxia growled out. “You underestimate me dearest Superior!”

In a broad move, he rams to head butt that condescending look on his face, pulling himself up awkwardly while Xemnas is knocked back, staggering a couple feet. Now standing and infuriated, his plants bloom again, wrapping and coiling around him in a menacing fashion. Well, as one could while covered with marks insinuating abuse from another. Dark cobalt eyes narrow, as the fight sparked up in him. He hardly felt the warm trickles of blood sliding down his chest and back.

“I will not bow to you,” he repeated again, teeth bared in a snarl.

Xemnas wiped a small amount of blood from his nose. “You have a lot of nerve, Eleven. I should’ve known you wouldn’t be so easy to break.”

Like coiled vipers, the vines snapped forward latching onto any part of the man they could grasp. Thorns were like fangs as they sank though the leather and skin. Xemnas fought to tear the things off, but in the process did more damage than good. Holes and tears littered his pristine cloak. Amber eyes blazed his infuriation at such an outburst when he was caught about the middle and strung up by his elbows and upper arms; pulling him taught a couple feet above the ground.

Though highly inconvenient, Xemnas hardly considered this little maneuver worth too much energy. Head held high in regal confidence, he looked down his nose at the Eleventh. “And what do you plan to do from here, little Assassin. You cannot hold me.”

The vines tightened cruelly, rivulets of blood escaping the fleshy wounds. Marluxia shot him a twisted smile. “Looks like I’m doing just that, Xemnas. I told you that you have no idea what I’m capable of. Now you will pay for disregarding me…”

“Hn, not likely.” His hands glowed red again, cackling bursts of energy and scorching heat. Easily enough, the aerial blades hacked away at the offending plant life.

Marluxia struggled to keep up the vines, but they were too quickly and easily taken down with every graceful move made by the Superior of Organization XIII. And in those moves, a sinking feeling sat in his stomach that he refused to acknowledge.

“You are much too proud, number Eleven. And while I honor that to some degree…” Vine pieces that had remained hooked to his body, were torn off without him so much as batting an eye. “It is essential that you are kept in check and in your proper place.”

“Ahh!” Marluxia shouted out, in frustration and furious outrage. His wrists strained against the metal bindings behind his back. Feeling his skin tear further with every tug only seemed to fuel him into more of a worked up frenzy. Again the vines struck out at their master’s bidding, attempting to nab up the silver-haired man again, only to be knocked and burned away with agile swings of the glowing red blades.

Though testosterone raced through his veins, with his beaten down state, he knew that he couldn’t keep up such maneuvers for long. He’d have to retreat if he kept going. Marluxia cursed under his breath, withdrawing what was left of the foliage back to him. Standing tall and lightly panting, he gingerly stepped back, determined to keep the distance between them.

A blade once again turned into a hissing whip, held out to the side with the nonchalance of someone who already won the battle. “There’s no escaping, Marluxia.” He’d used the man’s name with that sour silver tongue. “We are joined together by our nonexistence and with the Organization together, our hearts will be achieved. Your compliance and obedience are necessary factors,” he sounded as a father would to an unruly child.

“You wish me to rejoice in the degradation,” Marluxia ground out, though he’d backed himself into a wall. In more than one way. “To crawl on my belly to serve a so-called ‘higher power’… I’d rather die.”

The Superior stalked forward, his heels ticking the steps till there were only a couple feet between him and the cornered prey. Crackle, crackle, hiss… Blades seemed to hum in excitement as the number of strikes against the battered body became countless. Eventually, Marluxia’s cries out dulled to a whimper when he fell back to support himself against the wall; determined not to fall back to his knees. He wouldn’t give Xemnas the satisfaction to know what intense burns could do to a vibrant flower.

Marluxia could almost begin to feel the blisters and burns fester and strain against the overly sensitive skin. Powers damn it all… Xemnas, however, surprisingly withdrew his chief weapons in favor of taking the slender pale throat in his grasp. His bright amber eyes were alight with determination. He was done playing…

Immediately, a sick and strangled noise was choked out as air flow became difficult. Marluxia thrashed as much as he could, desperate to escape the man’s hold. Somehow the light of insolence still rested in the pools of clouding cornflower eyes. With the energy he had left, he struck out with his legs, at least hoping to get the grip to ease. The fight wasn’t to be kept up at this rate though. His eyes fluttered, straining to keep the room in focus.

“Oh dear little Assassin, I won’t kill you…” His grip squeezed as though to contradict his statement. Xemnas gave a small snort watching Marluxia’s gaping mouth trying urgently to catch a breath. It took little effort to toss the Nobody into his desk top.

“Ah- ha… ha…” Marluxia’s abused throat struggled to open and fill his lungs with generous amounts of air. He was only vaguely aware of how hard his side hit the desk’s edge.

The Assassin lay awkwardly perched, his vision coming back fully into focus just before a seizing force pressed his body down, while pulling his head up by the roots of his hair. “…But I will make you beg for me to,” was hissed coldly into his ear. A shudder couldn’t be held back.

“Teh… D-damn you…”

“We are already damned,” was the cool reply.

That was when he felt the knee between his legs, forcing them apart. Teeth clenched, Marluxia bucked and arched, anything to avoid the touch that was quickly slipping between the globes of his ass. The hand in his hair was quickly replaced with an arm across his back, keeping him pinned.

A gloved finger forced its way inside. “Ungh!” It had been a long while for the Rose Assassin and he was quite tight. His muscles strained, rejecting the foreign appendage that was all too quickly followed by a second. “Ahngh! Ha-,“ Marluxia twisted and groaned his protests. Even going so far as to throw his head back to try and nail, what he knew to be, a patronizing look off Xemnas’ face.

Xemnas easily moved with the thrashing body, forcing him back down with a firm thud into the wood top. His fingers twitched and scissored, though more out of torment than preparation of any sort. “You will learn your place, Number Eleven,” he reiterated. Fingers curled and finally withdrew, tracing along his side. Paying no mind to the burns and blisters that became agitated at the leather rubbing against them.

Yes, Xemnas decided, he would enjoy this. Finally gaining the control and obedience he constantly yearned for. And the newest member of the Organization was about to get a lesson in obeying his superiors.

Between their bodies, his hands clenched, fingernails biting into his palms as he again attempted to buck off the offender. The Superior’s hot breath only seemed to increase his anxiety. Suddenly the hand left and the torturous sound of the parting of a pants zipper caused Marluxia’s mind to go almost into panic mode.

The hot hard length rested against the pert ass, as though to force Marluxia to anticipate what was to come. “Xemnas, don’t-“ The command coming out as more of a meek request, when he felt it press against his entrance. He was far from an innocent man and knew well the consequences that come with lack of proper preparation. It was hard not to whimper.

A snap of his hips and he began to bury himself inside. Something short of a scream tore through Marluxia’s already abused throat. He felt himself tear as Xemnas kept pushing despite the resistance. With a grunt, Xemnas thrust in, fully sheathed inside the Assassin.

The pain shot through him like a fiery jolt and this time the whimper was not hidden. Shifting his hips, he tried to at least ease some of the discomfort of being stretched dry. Sharp cries out echoed off the walls when the Superior decided that that was enough time to adjust, and began to thrust into him.

His body kept rejecting the man and thus the pain became more extent as he remained tight. Gloved hands gripped down on his hips for leverage, clenching down tight enough to leave bruises. A high pitched whine and plea fell past the Rose’s lips. Blood had already begun to seep out of him and down his thighs. The thrusts became even harder and faster as the blood also was making a relevant amount of lubrication.

His own fingers clenched and flexed. It felt like he was being torn in half. Marluxia’s cheek had long since fallen to the desk. Tears were now falling freely and he cried out to end it all. “Xemn- please… Ha! Nghh! Please stop…” He groaned loudly, not feeling Xemnas lighten up in the slightest.

“Rethinking your words from earlier… I knew that it would just be a matter of time.” Still he pounded deep inside. But what more did he want?

“SUPERIOR- p-please!” A strangled howl raked through him. The desk beneath his face was now slick as was the feeling between his thighs. He wasn’t above begging at this point; anything to get the searing pain to stop. “Sup-erior… Aa-ahhh… nnnngh.”

Though taking his time, it wasn’t too much longer that Xemnas gripped his victim hard, spilling his seed deep inside. Staked. Claimed. Owned. Marluxia wouldn’t be able to or allowed to forget any time soon.

Withdrawing from the used body completely, Marluxia kept still where he was, breathing hard and with a mind in a glazed daze. Not yet fixing himself up, he regards the broken Nobody with an almost uninterested stare.

“Kneel,” Xemnas spoke with a smooth arrogance.

It takes a moment, but without a word or moan of retaliation, Marluxia rose up from where he was and turned to his Superior, falling to his knees in front of him as ordered. His body trembled lightly as though in shock. Blood and cum dripped along and between his legs to pool in a small puddle on the floor. His once so vibrant eyes were lost in a fog and ringed red with tear tracks. Marluxia felt… empty.

His mind was blank only the hot throb of his aching body was keeping him alert enough to look up when Xemnas spoke.

“Clean it up.”

“Superior-“ Marluxia didn’t recognize himself.

“Now,” the voice laced with authority and venom.

The rose-colored head of hair bowed. Heavy clumps fell over his face, to shade away the pathetic features from the standing man. A few harboring seconds later, a pink tongue darted out lapping up the fluids that had accumulated along the man’s cock. For the Assassin, this was more humiliating than being forced… He was willingly obeying the older man’s command and he hated himself for it.

Lips and tongue dragged over the somewhat flaccid member, the strong musky scent and taste of salt and copper invaded his senses until the dark man finally pulled him away.

Xemnas tucked himself back into the uniform pants, straightening himself to be presentable and regal once more. Slowly he cupped the man’s cheek in his leather clad hand, stroking the brightly bruised skin with his thumb.

“We have an understanding.”

Marluxia would’ve fought to avert his gaze, but thought better of it. His face and expression revealed much to the satisfaction of the Organization’s Leader.

“Yes…My Superior.”

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