Under the Desk

It had come to be late in the afternoon when there came a not totally unexpected knock on the acclaimed Scientist's door. Catching the Organization's Academic unawares was admittedly not his intention, but he had some issues that needed settling out. He had made his concerns known during the meeting earlier that day.

A couple knocks were the only courtesy allowed before he let himself in and immediately found Vexen hunched over a file cabinet. Xemnas waited until attention was on him before he spoke.

"As you may have noted earlier, there is need of a discussion between you and I."

His eyes were cool amber as he looked over the room and it's over tidy state with approval. Ever vigilant the men were for keeping tight order.

Vexen was currently filing his latest failure of an experiment for later use when he heard a knock on the door. He was expecting to see Marluxia come through the door when it was opened since he had invited the Nobody over for some 'tea'. At first he did not look up; however, upon hearing the Superior’s voice did he look up cursing mentally.

"Indeed, but is it such an emergency though that it must be done tonight?"

He asked not wanting to have the Assassin come into the room while he was having a talk with Xemnas. It would most likely lead to questions neither wanted to answer.

A finely arched eyebrow moved at the suggestion. Xemnas was well accustomed to and, by all accounts, had expected the tone that rose from the older high-strung man.

"I had hoped that we could settle a few matters as soon as possible; least there be any confusion of my stand points. I don’t like to leave loose ends." His poise was as calm and regal as ever, though it was only held as a backwash from his casual stature.

"First and foremost there’s something I'd like to get out of the way...” He began anyway, not allowing the other room for argument on timing. “Through the grape-vine, so to speak, I've heard some interesting stories about just how close you've come to our Eleven."

A silent voice in the room cursed.

The Academic put on his stony mask as he glares at the Nobody whom everyone else followed so blindly. "And who gave you that ridiculous idea? As you know I despise everyone in this castle...Number Eleven especially. How it is you could ever have the preposterous idea to leave the castle to him, I’ll never know."

He finds this a perfect time to rant at the man wanting to move the subject from their relationship. "I am far more experienced in this castle and I was one of the original six, do you not trust me Xemnas?"

He coolly crosses his arms as his gaze looks at the other daring him to question just how he felt about that particular cobalt blue eyed nobody.

"But if you need more clarification then do sit down, because I have a feeling this will take awhile." The scientist huffs as he sits in his own seat behind his desk, angry that his work would now be behind.

Again the snapped defense was all but expected of Number Four. Xemnas' cool expression gave no mind to be so aggressive in his response. Politely elegant, he sat himself in the lesser chair across the wide desk.

"Far from the romantic notion I'm very sure you two are. But as you and I both know, there is always some truth to every story." The under tone of a whispered threat could've been heard if concentrated enough. "I do trust you, Number Four. You've been loyal all this time and I could always count on you to achieve most scientific goals and practice theories we have set in. As one of the original six and for your talent, I respect you. But since you have been, as you've claimed before, 'sentenced' here in Castle Oblivion, your tentative complaints against Number Eleven have lessened, as of late."

Vexen could've missed the shift that brushed slightly against his legs.

The castle’s Academic rolled his eyes as he listened to what the other had to say, he was going to have to make sure to complain about the Assassin at every moment that he could now. There was much suspicion around here. Smirking lightly he gathers a plan in his head before he dares to enlighten the Superior about his reasons.

"Well I might have done something to the man a couple of months ago that has stopped him from being so unbearable...." He left it opened for the other to bite his bait if he so chose too.

Two sets of ears perked up at the insinuation against the Assassin.

"Oh, do tell. I am quite curious of what you could have done that would make even Eleven's proud attitude be shifted down a notch." There was an unnerving look in those warm amber eyes.

Something sharp and was unmistakably crisp about his attentive look, no doubt over viewing his last confrontations with said man.

And suddenly there were a warm pair of palms on the inside of the Academic's thighs. An unseen smile similar to that of a crocodile came along with the snarky move.

The Scientist almost jumped when he felt a pair of hands on his inner thighs as his eyes move to look down, to see just who was touching him. Upon seeing the Assassin’s hands he coughs lightly before looking back up and Xemnas

"I may have gone a little too far though..." He tried to stall not wanting to put himself in harm’s way from either of their wraiths.

His leg moves to kick the Nobody underneath his desk as he tries to figure out how the hell to get out of this situation that he had now put himself in.

"Hard to say what is going too far when it comes to Eleven. He's not one to take to authority of his superiors." Xemnas wasn't up for a guessing game and would only allow for so much back talking.

The kick to the side should've been enough of a clue for him to stop while they were ahead.

Let's see just how loyal Vexen is to me; it seemed like it was what both the men were thinking.

Xemnas as he stared him down for information and Marluxia as his fingers played along the older man's crotch.

Attempting not to make any movements to alert the superior he snorted lightly as a warning to the Assassin hoping that he would get the hint and stop with the advancements.

"You are correct he does not listen to authority."

He growled the last part as he adjusted himself in his seat as if he were getting agitated by just talking about the other, though in reality his body was trying to give the other more room to do what he pleased.

To accompany the huffed warning, Marluxia's hot breath spread across and through the fabric of his pants. He teased and cradled at the desired anatomy, tracing and rubbing his fingers in ways that he knew would make it hard for the Scientist not to squirm.

The Superior gave a calculating look. "I trust that, while I did make him 'lord' of the castle, that you are...helping to keep him in place, so to speak."

As he attempted to keep quiet his legs move to try to block the others attempts in getting him all riled up.

"Oh yes, I have put him to place once or twice...I actually took him by force once, tying him down onto the couch." The Academic smirks as he remembered the day that he had gotten drunk. "He will not be in the same room as me alone for long now...."

That last comment earned the top button of his pants to be aggressively snapped open, to where Vexen had to cough and shuffle to mute the sound. Marluxia's lips spread a wicked smile as he carefully pulled down the zipper and allowed his breath to come in pants against the member now through his underwear.

Again Xemnas’ attention was caught.

"I wouldn't have thought you had gone to handling him that way. He must not have resisted much if he allowed you to bend him over, as crude of words as they are."

Surely Marluxia would've put up a fight as he did with him. Or perhaps, Vexen had a way with some vialed concoction. Nevertheless, Xemnas gave an approving nod, though silently he was hoping Vexen wouldn't let any sort of power go to his head. After all, as the Superior, he had to keep everyone in check...

Vexen did indeed coughed again and swore to kill the man once they were alone again. Shrugging his shoulders he looked indifferently at Xemnas.

"He resisted but it was well worth the look of humiliation and defeat for the time being at least." He raised an eyebrow at the head of the Organization wondering just what he was up to anyways.

"What shall you have me do next time he crosses my path in a way that does not suit me?" He figured asking the other would help him in figuring out just what would be the appropriate action.

"While he is still acclaimed Lord of Castle Oblivion, if he does overstep his bounds, get creative. However, I would prefer if you reported to me."

A sweet way of saying that he'd really take care of the Assassin if he didn't watch himself.

Yet somehow this only made said man's grin widen. His tongue lapping against the fabric of the older man's briefs before pulling the hardening member through the hole and giving he tip a bitter sweet kiss.

Gasping lightly at the touch he cursed lightly as he bangs a hand onto his desk thinking quickly as to his response.

"Do you not trust me to be able to fend for myself? What would the other members say if I were to come 'running' to you if Number Eleven ‘overstepped his bounds’?"

He shot an icy glare at the man for even suggesting the idea that he come to their leader for help. As if he needed it, he scoffed. His body was really taking heat to the others menstruations as he tried to keep his face from showing just how much it was affecting him.

Lips curled around the head of his hardening length, being stealthy silent as his head bobbed and hugged in an almost threatening suction. His hands rested on the inside of Vexen's thighs as a brace to hold him still and a way to keep hidden. Damned as he would be later, Marluxia couldn't help but love the reactions coming from his lover.

"I am well aware of your own level of pride Vexen." The hue of his eyes had a warm prospect about them when he watched the defensive blonde snap. "It is understandable how you do not wish to be seen as weak among your comrades," he responded with a nod.

Don't… underestimate me... was the unspoken threat hissed through Marluxia's mind when he took all of Vexen into his mouth, fitting his tip against the very back of his throat and swallowing.

His hands made their way underneath the desk so he could entangle them into the other’s hair pulling on it to both warn the other that he was not pleased with what he was doing even though his body was and to tell him that he did enjoy the actions as much as they were a pain in the ass to hide. He allowed a moan of frustration to pass through his lips as he continues to look at Xemnas.

"Then what would you have me do? If you are aware of my pride then you'll allow me to at least keep my dignity here." He hissed at the man trying so hard not to yell in pleasure

Marluxia tried not to choke as he was jerked forward by his hair, but luckily was able to catch himself and release the man momentarily before coming back with licks along the ever sensitive vein underneath.

The Superior had sat back with the grace and authoritative posture, examining the older Nobody carefully. "Are you wanting me to grant or pardon you to do whatever you wish to him? I know you and how cruel your laboratory can be. I am not blind to realize that you have a tendency to go overboard when you find yourself in an 'emotional' position."

Funny things to be said from a man who had had a tendency of dispensing the same cruelty in his own fashion…

"As why I am now asking for what you will have me do Superior." he growls lightly getting tired of the stupid game the other wanted to play with him. He was getting too horny and riled up to play it at the moment.

Xemnas studied him evenly, leering a sharp stare as the man started to move oddly and huff. Finally he consented an answer, "Do with him what you will, but I will not hear of any sort of 'relationships' forming. Especially with him. I'm still curious as to just how close you two really are."

He had no idea the gravity of that statement, for at that moment Marluxia went down on Vexen again, sucking roughly and coming up again with light scraps of his teeth. Curious to just how far he could push, Marluxia brought a hand up to knead his ball sac from inside the white fabric.

He sucked in a breath of air before letting it out slowly trying to force his body to relax some.

"I would never form any kind of relationship..." He scoffed once more. "Who do you take me for, if you’re looking for someone who has already filled the quota have you spoken to Eight and his little whore of a bed partner Thirteen?"

He glares coldly at the man, all too ready for him to leave. "As for Number Eleven and I, it would be the day that I willing accompany Number Eight to a mission that anything would ever happen between us. I despise the man!"

He clinched his teeth as his whole body went ridged, very well close to coming right then and there.

Setting back, Marluxia retreated his mouth to puff hot breath along the weeping and, even in the dark, clearly aching cock. From under his hands he felt the man shudder and jerk as he strained for control over his heated body.

Xemnas seemed to accept the answer and nodded, making note to catch up with him more frequently. Perhaps then he would know more of the inner workings of the castle rather than just rumors set forth by gossiping mouths.

"I'm currently taking care of Axel and Roxas, or rather Xaldin is. I'd rather not have any quarrel with you, Vexen."

A low hum of a threat that Marluxia was quite sure he didn't hear. His tongue pushed into the slit at the head, taking in the sweet taste of precum.

"There will not be a quarrel..." The scientist promised knowing that when one was going to start it will at least be the end to it all.

"Is that all that you wished to discuss with me tonight?" He asked hoping to end this torturous meeting soon so he could fuck the pink haired Nobody that was currently driving him to the brink of insanity.

"Hn. For tonight," he answered coolly, conceding that he wouldn’t get much further with the Scientist so wound up already. He stood to leave. "I shall expect your reports soon. Goodnight Number Four."

And with that he was gone in a sweeping portal, back to Never Was.

Vaguely was the Assassin aware of their leader's departure, for he was back to giving generous licks and sucks along the head; greedily taking in the older man's essence.

Vexen watched with held breath as the other left the room, he waited several moments to make sure the Superior was gone before allowing his body to fully relax and shudder under the other’s control. His hands pull at the hair that he was still holding onto as he growls looking down at the man.

"You could have got us caught," he hissed through barred teeth.

By his hair he was pulled up into the Elder’s lap like a scolded cat.

“You were certainly enjoying it enough,” the bastard had the audacity to slip with an absolute devilish grin.

Now that he’d been brought out into the office light, his appearance was better known. His cloak had been quickly shed once the meeting was adjourned and he was left now in a fitting black t-shirt framed with leather gloves. Traitorous hands roamed lazily from his thighs up and into the band of his pants.

The throbbing cock by his face absolutely radiated the lusting, straining heat he knew Vexen was still fighting back with every bit of will. At this he smiled though his own raging hard-on was still entrapped by the unforgiving tightness of his Organization issued pants.

Petal soft lips idly brushed against the organ, letting his thick eyelashes flutter over his cheeks. Ad bit over dramatic, but such was the Botanist’s style.

The Academic moaned loudly with the pent-up lust that he felt tearing at him as the lips of his lover brushed across his still throbbing length. His eyes flashed with a bit of anger when he heard the other speak the truth and not even care the consequences if they were caught.

“And what if he comes back?! What then if he catches us right in the very act I just denied?"

Vexen growled lowly even though he was extremely turned on and wanting no more than to take the Assassin right then and there, self preservation was number one on his list regardless. His hands still racked into his hair he pulled on it harshly to remove the lips from the member wanting Marluxia to look up at him.

Though reprimanded, Marluxia arched his neck with the grip and obediently turned his attention back to those green green eyes that fumed acid and broad threats.

"'What if what if' Vexen," he taunted on thin ice. "He's not coming back tonight." The reassurance came with the inappropriate hand gestures along the covered thighs.

Marluxia made a noise when the hand wound tighter in his hair. Still his tongue would crack before his mind and he would smirk his impossible, untouchable attitude.

"If you're so insistent to stop, then I shant bother you any longer. You can just take care of this..." A light squeeze. "By yourself."

"Oh no, not only are you going to finish it but you are going to pay dearly for starting it."

The scientist smirks widely as he starts to form a plan in his mind for revenge, he was going to let his little trouble maker beg for mercy. At least till he needed his own release, but he wouldn’t tell that to the man as he maneuvers the other on top of his desk carefully.

"Now, I should be returning the favor that you gave to me..." Vexen expressed as his hands gripped at his hair pulling his neck to the side so he could nip on it harshly, moving his angled hips into the other’s causing him to finally moan out loud.

Marluxia gave a certainly audible and none too attractive grunt of surprise; his body caught somewhere between wanting to fight and letting the Scientist rightfully have his way. His moves only yield when he was quickly pinned by his mouth and the grind of those hips. Instantly he grabbed fistfuls of Vexen's cloak, gasping a croaked moan into the suddenly heavier air.

"B-bastard," he said though knowing full well he had that coming to him, at the very least. Still, it was on principle that he would squirm, not enjoying being the one pinned.

Smirking as he releases the neck he whispers into his ear breathily, "But you love it..."

He then takes the earlobe into his mouth to nibble on it before suckling. His hands move down to tease at the nipples through the snug black t-shirt that the other was wearing.

Going with his call of being a scientist, Vexen enjoyed toying with people, especially with a certain assassin that always made him tight with want and need.

Not liking how his comments before were being turned on him, his hips roll into the Elder's, moaning with the friction that he desperately sought to ebb away some of the tension that painfully had been built. More shudders and literal chills ran along his spine as Vexen continued to toy with him.

"Fuck...uhn,” his way of subtly pleading for more.

Chuckling lightly he then whispered to the other after he heard the plea.

"Not so high and mighty now are we..."

He moves a hand down further allowing it to slide underneath the shirt scratching at his sides lightly as his lips move down to nip along his chest taking both shirt and skin into his mouth.

Head held back and arousal held in place, Marluxia damn near whined in frustration when his now ridiculously sensitive skin was raked across and bitten. Another grumbled curse had the Eleventh pulling at sandy blonde hair, tugging harshly in warning.

"Shut up old miser," he grumbled at him, taking some relish in goading him on. Never let it be said that Marluxia wasn't a glutton for punishment. "As though you could keep up with me." White teeth were flashed at him to snap with his trademark superior smirk.

Smirking widely he looks over the other as his eyes slide down to his crotch upon seeing the arousal that was there he licks his lips.

"And here I was wondering if you could keep up with me." He smartly retorted back as he pulls up the shirt his tongue flicking out to trace around Marluxia's belly button enjoying the flexing of his muscles beneath his mouth.

This time Marluxia hadn't bothered to hold back any sounds. His body was throbbing tense and anxious and all this playing was all well and good, but it offered no sign of help for release. Vaguely he considered really turning the tables and getting his vines involved....Well, maybe just a hint...

"I always have a hand over you, Vexen-dear," was the sneered remark uttered as a few threatening coils wrapped around Vexen's ankles and jerked in warning.

Wincing lightly at the vines that had attached to his ankles he raises an eyebrow calling upon his ice to his fingertips allowing the ice to glide along the bare stomach.

"And I could always get one over you..." he answered back, wondering just how interesting this could get for the two of them if they decided to involve their elements. Vexen couldn’t help but to shudder in both pleasure and worry over the vines and what could await him with them in play.

"Like hell you do."

The foliage tightened and extended up his leg in their travels as retribution. Marluxia himself shuddered at the sharp cold. A slow and deadly killer if used in such a way... But Marluxia was fairly certain Vexen wouldn't hurt him as revenge for earlier...fairly being the key word.

"We've been through this tango before Dearest. I'm not about to let you gain any sort of upper hand when it comes to this."

Thin, finger wide vines wrapped around the Academic's unattended member that had resorted to throbbing incessantly against his hip.

Gasping lightly as he felt the vines slide around his engorged length he licks his lips before using the ice shard to rip and pull off the pants that the Assassin was wearing. Sliding the cold object along the hot arousal of his lover, he wanted to see what reaction this could bring forth daring to do much more if he needed to.

Tight and dry the vines move though not in full concentration of their master as he was shuddering with hitched breath. The contrast of shocking chill against his lust...Marluxia whined.

He never had been able to help himself from the elemental shock every time Vexen wanted to 'play' it this way. Good thing he was stubborn. His creations flex and twist themselves around him, pumping with cruel vigor.

"Damn...Vexen. Cold,” the Assassin grit through his teeth; pulling and pushing against the Fourth to try and relieve himself from the ungodly chill.

Vexen bit at his bottom lip as he felt the vines move against him trying to fight back his moan but finding it to still escape as he continues to move the cold cylinder around the length. His hips were rocking up wanting more of the pleasure as his arousal became even more apparent if possible.

"Powers..." he pants with surprisingly hot breath as his free hand clawed at Marluxia's thigh.

Marluxia's head was thrown back with a shuddered moan at the hard tantalizing piece rubbing against him in such a sinful way. Something short of an insulting curse tumbled past his lips before he too began scratching against his reddening skin.

Though it could've been seen as a sign of surrender, Marluxia shot his own contrived dastardly glint of teeth when the plant began to encompass around the ball sac and the end of a vine pressed itself inside the slit of the organ's head.

"I won't surrender," although in this instance, it could've been taken in play, he wanted to make no mistake that he wouldn't be so easily taken down.

Glad that the other was conceding to his will, his free hand pushes the others legs apart wanting inside of him soon, the vines were driving him to the point of climax and he wanted to feel the Assassin around him.

The moment the vines moved around his driving hot core and pushed itself inside the slit he yelled out in a pained pleasure. His eyes squinting closed as his hips thrust awkwardly forward with need.

Knowing that the stopper would prevent the older man from coming, Marluxia grins devilishly up at him as he leans himself back. His own need was quickly driving him mad and he shifted his hips.

"Problem Vexen?" Even as his face was flush and he had begun panting lightly with want and strained lust, Marluxia still was ever the cocky bastard.

His hips rolled against both the Scientist and the hard iced rod. The loud moan wasn't hidden. No doubt he wanted satisfaction, but he wasn't about to let himself beg for it. Not just yet anyway...

"Fuck you," he hissed as his eyes slit open showing the other just how much he wanted his lover and at the same time how he wanted to strangle him on the spot. The Academic's hand grips harshly into the Nobody’s thighs, his nails going deep as he tried to regain his bearings.

Panting and flushed faced, he leans forward to take Marluxia's member into his mouth as the ice moves down towards his entrance. No doubt Vexen enjoyed watching his cobalt blue-eyed lover squirm.

"Ah!" Marluxia screams at the sudden heat.

So tight and wet...He squirms and arches his back with yearning and, if caught, a hint of fear as the larger rod presses to his puckered entrance. The uneasy feel of a venomous sort of chill registers down his spine and into the stirring turn of lust in his stomach. Nevertheless, he spreads his legs wider for his lover, taking every bit of trust in him to allow him this close with ice.

"V-vexen..."

Smirking in his head his tongue swirled around the arousal, his head bobbing lightly. His hand continues to move the ice rod carefully, not wanting to hurt his lover as much as please him. He had always wanted to try this on the Assassin, but was never sure if the other would want something like this. Taking the spreading of his legs as a sign of good faith, he slid the rod into him fully.

Being stretched so quickly over-rode the pleasure and this time Marluxia cried out in pain. Even the torturous tongue on him wasn't enough of a distraction. "Fuckin- hell, stop!" Clawed fingers reached out to push back the blonde.

Vexen cursed aloud as he pulled away from Marluxia and quickly removing the ice rod from the man. He hadn’t meant to hurt the Nobody, not this time anyway. Looking over the Assassin’s now semi-distorted face, apologies fall from his lips. A rare thing from a Nobody so prone to distribute agony.

"Sorry..." The scientist was a bit awkward with his request for forgiveness, he was still getting used to saying them since he was almost never sorry for anything that he had done.

Immediately he breathed a sigh, left with a sore throb.

"Here..." Quickly Marluxia fished out a small bottle of lotion from the desk drawer. Cheeky of a thing to know that it was in there…

“I have to be fully ready for you if you intend to go that far," he replied fairly smoothly. Slick and sweet smelling substance in his hand were transferred to the rod all in preparation. His fingers played along it seductively.

Marluxia was just about to allow the man to continue when he hesitated and moved those same slick fingers poked at his abused entrance, spreading the lubrication over his puckered hole before sliding inside.

Once he decided it was suitable preparation, his arms wrapped around Vexen's shoulders when he kissed him. "There love. Fuck me now."

Watching Marluxia with curiosity, he had the sense to wonder how he’d known that was in there. Damned if he should care. Right then and there, he felt his own member pulse as his eyes followed the others fingers sliding inside the rose-haired man. The Academic moaned into the kiss as he took the rod once more sliding it a lot easier and more confidently into the Nobody.

Marluxia relaxed himself around the object as it pressed; a jerk of his hips sheathed it fully. Immediately his whines of pain muted into moans that dripped from his lips. He felt so...full.

"Vexen-n..." He called his name with a shaky sigh of pleasure. "Powers...damn."

In retribution the vines around Vexen's throbbing cock constricted and flexed. Threatening him to continue.

Moaning his own pleasure at what the movement of the vines did to himself he slowly began to slide the cold rod out of the Nobody before thrusting it back in taking his time to warm up his companion wanting the Assassin to feel the hot and cold from his actions. Vexen yearned to hear those sweet moans as well as the loud curses that he knew the other tended to make when he wasn’t doing exactly what Marluxia wanted.

His back arched up off the desk almost as soon as he was forced back. Marluxia's whole body was between shuddering for more and protesting against such ridiculously contrasting sensations. Needless to say, he didn't hold back his voice or tongue; letting himself swallow no words but shout them at the Chilly Academic. A sputtered curse fell out short when the ice was pushed in sharper this time.

"Fuck-ngh...cold." His body shook visibly though somehow the hollow of his chest remained warm with every shudder of pleasurable delight.

Ever the scientist he had to see what twisting the rod would do to his shuddering and sputtering lover, his wrists moving faster as he starts to feel himself shake from his own waiting arousal knowing that the Graceful Assassin would not let him come without his own release.

At once princely fingers caught and snagged into ashen blonde hair, tugging him closer and in impatience. Marluxia moaned with his motions, his hips moving with the increased friction.

Unforgotten, the conductor hums his vines to expand and throb around the entrapped member. The Assassin's ever stubborn attitude kept his 'superior' back even as he felt himself get right to his edge.

"More. Harder," he commanded, pulling their lips together for a harsh demanding kiss.

Panting as he moved the rod with quick and precise movements he felt a shudder run down his back as his hair was pulled moving himself closer to his companion. His hips moved forward pushing into his own hand and the other’s hips as he tried to quicken the pace the vines were forcing on him.

All the action at once was enough to drive him crazy as he heard the command from his ‘superior’ as he was pulled into a rough kiss. The Academic could almost swear that he was going to pass out from all the straining of his body.

He obeyed the order and he shifted his wrist going even deeper inside Marluxia as his tongue found its way inside the hot cavern of his mouth wanting to feel as hot as he was sure the other felt.

It didn't take too much after that Marluxia came hard onto his chest and belly with a pathetically muffled scream. His knuckles shown white with how hard they had a hold of his lover. "Ah- ah...Vexen..."

Cornflower eyes that had long since darkened with insatiable lust, now lingered heavy lidded as he tried to refocus on Vexen's flushed face. Gingerly he did let go as he came down from the high, turning his finger in conduction of his foliage, pulling the end from the slit.

"Take it out, Vexen." His voice rumbled deep with the order.

Feeling the Assassin come he struggled with his own pulse that coursed through him and growled his displeasure since he could not have his own release. Leaning forward he bit harshly at his collar bone showing his own sexual frustration before almost purring happily when the end of the vine was removed from its spot.

Though he slid the rod out as told, he did not wait for the Nobody’s approval before thrusting into Marluxia himself as he yelled out "NNnn! So goood..."

Sweat now rolled down his face, plastering rose locked hair to his skin at odd angles and clashing greatly with his reddened face. Marluxia panted hard and moaned quite loudly when the vine covered cock entered him without warning or invitation. Still, he moved with it; arching and writhing beneath the older man. No order was needed. One look shot into acid green eyes and there was the simple understanding of frantically sedating lust.

His eyes roamed along Marluxia’s heaving chest as he rocked his hips taking in the scent and sight of his sweat and cum covered body; a smell that he was becoming addicted to having in his lab. Seeing the much guarded Nobody so carefree and laid back made the Academic smirk in pride at the thought that he was the only one that was able to see the man this way.

His hands take hold of the growing length of his lover moving his hands in time with his thrusts wanting to satisfy the Assassin once more as his own body shuddered heavily

"Cl-close..." He moaned as he pounded into the body wanting his own release.

An outright whine passed now swollen lips, his body splayed and wanton on the now sweat slicked and sticky desk. Something that sounded like a plea accompanied the groans of want and need.

Marluxia curled up to kiss the shuddered noises from him with none the grace he'd possessed earlier. Those vines gave the added texture enough to stretch him even further and to touch the pleasure spot deep inside him.

"Fuckin- hell, inside...Vexen...ngh!"

Upon hearing the mixture of pleas and groans from the other, he came with a force thrusting harshly into the Nobody. Finally staking his claim and coming deep inside his Assassin.

"God damn...Marluxia!" He arched his whole body into him.

Marluxia cried out loud as he was hit by a lesser second wave, gripping himself tight around his lover. His whole body shook and trembled with aftershocks as he finally lay back against the lacquered desk top, fighting to catch his breath.

Sticky and thoroughly exhausted, Marluxia closed his eyes. "Powers Vexen..." he managed between pants and attempts to cool himself down and catch his breath.

A warm graceful hand came up to his Scientist's equally warm cheek.

Slumping against Marluxia, he tried to catch his own breath as he began to come down from his high. It was a few moments before he relaxed enough to where his body finally stops shuddering and only shivers slightly. It was an unusual feeling of being hot yet cold at the same time and the Scientist smiled softly when his cheek was caressed by his lover.

"I believe I was able to keep up," he boasted, continuing to watch the Nobody beneath him with slightly hazed eyes.

"Shut up," was the only lame, half-hearted response he could say. His lips still curled in a small smile anyway.

"That was...okay I suppose." A cheeky grin. "Perhaps I shall torture you more often." Marluxia waited a moment for Vexen to slip out of him to recoil his soiled vines and to press light kisses along his cheek and lips.

Vexen raises an eyebrow at the reply that he got. "It was only okay?"

He stuck out his tongue childishly before blushing heavily at the playful warning he was given. "I do not need you to torture me anymore than you do already."

Pulling himself out of the Assassin, he was further relaxed by the vines being retracted and smiled lazily as he returned the kisses to his lips.

Marluxia heaved a sigh. "You're desk isn't comfortable anymore."

With a groaned roll, Marluxia sat himself up to gracefully have his feet fall back to the cool floor. He was seemingly shameless as he kicked out his own clothes, moving them from his path to Vexen's laboratory door.

Snarky blue eyes turned to look back. Covered in cum and with fluid dripping from his backside, the Assassin should've logically had more shame.

With a stifled yawn he follows the Nobody to his own feet as he watched the man about to walk out his door with no clothes on.

"Do you have no shame?" He asked in his scolding normal manner, moving to retrieve his own clothes and still not wanting to get caught by anyone. His laboratory he knew could be safe but the hall way was fair game.

He shot him a dastardly smile. "Possibly. But first I intend to crash in your bed before I start to care. Are you coming?"

Snarky and playful, Marluxia locked eyes on him, leaning himself against the door and its frame. "Or am I just going to have to lay all by my lonesome?"

"That does indeed sound tempting." Was his reply before he moved to Marluxia, wrapping an arm around him pulling him into an embrace "It would get to cold for you if I left you to fend for yourself..." He smirked lightly as he nuzzled into his neck

"Precisely so. And whatever would I do without your whispered ‘sweet nothings’?" Marluxia purred, kissing his chest. He would never say aloud the comfort he found in Vexen's arms.

"Shall we retire then? Or are you expecting Xemnas back? I'm sure another meeting would be lovely," Marluxia smirks deviously.

Vexen preened under the words of his lover as he nuzzles against him once more before biting at his neck lightly.

"That’s not even funny. It would be bad for the both of us if Xemnas came back in here..." He eyed the door wearily as if he expected the Head Nobody to come back at any second.

As though on a sickening cue, there were footsteps outside the door. Neither men would admit to holding their breath till the halted feet began to move again and away.

"We've really become quite good at pushing our luck." So said the man who had been earlier crouched under the desk, but that was beside the point. Marluxia kissed along his cheek and to his ear.

"Come on," he whispered, pulling him slightly into a suddenly summoned portal within the door. "I'm tired."

He allowed himself to be pulled but stopped momentarily to look at the clothes that littered his otherwise clean lab. "We shouldn’t leave those there...just in case." He didn’t think that they could be too careful especially with the two close calls that they had already had. If he had a heart he knew that it would be pounding from stress.

Marluxia frowned at the older Nobody, but in the end conceded with a small childish groan. "Alright fine."

Make no mistake that he was concerned for their well being also, but Marluxia didn't tend to worry nearly as much as Vexen these days. It had come to where it was useless to argue on matters such as these. Even if he were to get him to the other room, he'd still fidget and be anxious until things were fixed to his liking.

Marluxia released the portal and his lover. "Let's hurry up then." Collecting his clothing in a wadded impatient bundle in his arms, Marluxia did take the time to pick up some papers to put back on the desk.

Glad that the Assassin was listening to him he moved to pick up his own clothes sending him a grateful look when he saw him pick up some papers that they seemed to have pushed off his desk during their endeavor.

Once everything was straight in his laboratory once more he offered his arm to Marluxia as he called the portal to his room this time. "Now I believe that bed is calling for us..."

Marluxia gave a not quite so debonair smile and was about to open his mouth to respond when a sudden loud knock came to the door.

"Vexen, I need to speak with you if you are in."

Xaldin?! Instantly their eyes met in alarm. What a time for him to show up... Marluxia silently cursed himself for not having his wits up enough to catch the large figure's movements beforehand. Through the door, it was easy now to sense the Third's impatience and unhappy disposition.

Well fuck...

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