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  Series:
      Part 1 of Word_Prompt
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      Published: 2014-12-22 Chapters: 7/10 Words: 8969
****** Kingdom Hearts Word Prompt ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     I went to http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/ and did their grab
     bag generator. I chose ten words and wrote ten, quick, short stories
     based off of them. The words are: roadhouse, flunk, concerned, class,
     overran, damages, incident, debt, skater, sauce.
***** Roadhouse *****
Chapter Notes
     This is in Sora's p.o.v. I'm trying out a new writing style and I'm
     working on first person point of view, so be mindful.
     This is mainly smut. After they get to the Roadhouse.
     One-shot.
     No editor, so if you find any mistakes or errors, just let me know so
     I can fix them.
     Criticism is appreciated, just don't be an asshole.
The sky was littered with the specks of a million, a billion, a trillion stars.
I couldn't remove my eyes from the inky darkness above us. Normally, the dark
sent unpleasant tremors cascading through my body. Riku walked alongside me,
his silver hair shining in the moonlight. I stepped closer to him, our arms
brushing and causing goose-flesh to rise on my skin. Lately, I had been
noticing how reserved Riku was becoming; it worried me. He grabbed for my hand
and tangled our fingers together. Despite the chill of the outside air, his
hand was warm and sooth my nerves due to the dark surrounding us. We had been
sent by the King to explore the land of the Kingdom. A rebel group had been
stirring trouble, and, as the King's loyal knights, we were to find and
infiltrate their headquarters.
We walked on, the moon moving across the sky and the constellations shifting as
a result. Riku spoke to me, teaching me the different patterns and stories. Our
hands stayed tightly clasped most of the night. I became sluggish, however,
when the moon was just beginning to drift from directly above us. I voiced to
my companion my despairs and he allowed us to sit and rest, replacing the oil
in the lantern and studying the map. "A few more miles, Sora, and we'll come to
a roadside inn. Think you can make it that far?" I nodded, struggling to my
aching feet. Riku allowed me to lean against him for support, keeping me
upright until dim but welcoming lights arose from the darkness. I didn't even
have the energy to show my undying joy at the appearance of the roadhouse. Riku
lead me in and penned our names into their log book, paying them the fee. He
didn't use our real names, I noticed. We had to use aliases in the case we
discovered the rebel group. Our names were well known amongst the Kingdom. Riku
the Eradicator of Darkness and Sora the Vengeance from the Sky were difficult
names to not remember. He wrote down Reiji and Sakito. The innkeeper informed
us of the room we would be using and after Riku and I ate at the round tables
in the inn, we headed back out into the darkness to settle down for the night.
As we walked out into the fiercely growing storm, a pair of men trudged in.
Their dark cloaks dripped and they threw down their hoods.
One's hair was the same colour as the embers in the fire that flickered and
warmed the inn. Below his piercing green eyes were purple tear drop tattoos.
His hair bounced and spiked out when the hood was removed. His gaze shifted
over to us and he nodded in greeting. His companion was plane. His light brown
hair spiked up into a mullet and his aqua eyes-- the same shade as Riku's, I
noted-- shined with humour. They walked up to innkeeper and the flamed-haired
man set a sack of gold before him. "One room, two cuts of the finest meat you
have, and two glasses of ale. Got it memorized?"
His voice sent chills down my spine, but before I could spend much time
dwelling on it, Riku and I had stepped out into the frozen rain. He pulled me
along to our room, cursing at the cold. He entered the room, small and with two
small beds made of hay and wood. He used the lantern to locate a box of match
sticks and lit the kindling in the fireplace. "Push the beds together," he
ordered as the fed the fire.
I did so, finally voicing my thoughts. "That man, with the red hair. He seems
familiar. So does the other guy. But when the red-head spoke, I recognised his
voice." I got the beds together, on the left side, and placed one of our
blankets over both of them. 
"That's because he was once a fellow knight," he told me. "Axel the Flurry of
Dancing Flames. He was skilled in the magick of fire. One of our King's finest
fighters. The other was Demyx the Melodious Nocturne. They both converted to
the rebel group under Xemnas the Superior of the In-between. They're
dangerous." The fire began to roar and Riku removed his armor, revealing simple
and complementing clothing beneath it. The black clothing meant to lessen the
effects of magick clung to his skin and outlined the contours of his body. I
followed suit and removed my own armor. We wore nothing flashy, nothing to
indicate that we were knights. Instead, it was the armor a rouge or archer
would wear. He crawled onto the bed and I laid next to him.
"What should we do about them? Shouldn't we try and capture them? Get
information from them? Why are we just laying here?" I sat up but he pulled me
back down, wrapping himself around me.
"Sora, you are dead on your feet; as am I. Now's not a good time to go after
them. Besides, they looked tired, they got a room, we'll try in the morning." I
went to argue back, but he tilted my head and kiss me. My heart fluttered and I
let my eyes flicker shut. My mouth opened, inviting his tongue into mine. We
hadn't had an intimate moment together for ages and I longed for this contact.
He swung his leg around me, pinning my hips beneath him and I let out a needy
groan. Already, I could feel arousal surging downwards and into my groin. He
pressed his covered erection against mine, rubbing them and making a small moan
slip from my mouth. He devoured the sound with his own mouth as his tongue
explored. The warped boards of the bed frame and the floor creaked and
complained as the bed began to rock. Soon, the sounds of pleasure filled the
small room and Riku and I were panting. He pulled away to remove the offending
article of clothing between us, forcing off his trousers. His cock was
brilliant, swollen and red at the top, clear fluid beading at the tip. It
curved up towards his stomach and blossomed out from a mass of silver hair. He
pulled my own clothing off and proceeded to press our naked bodies together. I
whimpered as his member brushed against mine, sparks of pleasure pulsing
through me. He held us in his hand, stroking both of our hard and quivering
members in unison. He was slightly larger than me but had never made comment of
my size. I lolled my head to the side, eyes slipping shut as I breathed out his
name.
He kissed at my neck, nipping and leaving small marks in his teeth's wake. As
he stroke us, I felt the pressure building in my stomach, a fiery heat
spreading through me. He always brought me to my orgasm so soon, and other
times Riku would delay it for hours. Love making with Riku was never the same.
We were both tired and stressed, so tonight was not a night to take our time.
Besides, Axel and Demyx would need to be our top priority in the morning.
Tracking them while exhausted from spending our night touching each other would
not be the brightest idea. 
He swipped his thumb over our tips, causing me to hiss and throw my head to the
other side, eyes snapping open and rolling. I moaned, my climax teetering there
on the edge. "R-Riku," I whined, trying to convey how close I was. "Please.
Please. So close. Oh, Riku!" He rolled his hips down onto mine as he gave a
sharp tug, his own breath catching in his throat as he choked out my name and
came. I almost scream, throwing my hand over my mouth as I released myself. Our
cum coated my navel and warmed my skin, yet I till shivered. I trembled from
the after-shocks of my orgasm.
Riku rolled off of me, and snatched up a ragged cloth from our bags. He poured
some water onto it and shuffled back over to me, cleaning me off. "Th'nks,
Riku," I slurred, eyes slipping shut. After he got us both back into pants, he
pulled me against his warm chest and pulled the thing blanket over us. And, if
only for that night, the troubles of the rebel group and Riku's withdrawal left
my mind. I slept peacefully and sedated in the roadhouse.
***** Flunk *****
Chapter Summary
     I went to http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/ and did their grab
     bag generator. I chose ten words and wrote ten, quick, short stories
     based off of them. The words are: roadhouse, flunk, concerned, class,
     overran, damages, incident, debt, skater, sauce.
Chapter Notes
     This is a MarVex. Highschool AU. Teacher x Student but the student
     initiates everything.
     This is in 3rd person limited. What I usually write.
     Vexen is Mr. Evens in the story because, fuck you that's why.
     ((joking joking. i love you all))
     DomMarluxia We all know Marluxia would top him any day. I mean, after
     all, who doesn't?
Marluxia sighed as he looked at his test score. Another F. It was the third
marking period and he already flunked this class to other times. A third F and
he wouldn't be passing at all, even if he got a 100 on the last marking period.
He tilted his head, pink hair falling into his face. He brushed it away and
eyed his teacher. Perhaps he could convince the man to give him extra credit
work or something. The bell rang for the end of the day and Marluxia waited
until all the other students had filed out. His steps to Mr. Evens desk were
confident and purposeful. "Mr. Evens," he purred out, leaning over the blond
teacher. "I need to talk to you about my grades. I'm flunking. And I'd really
love to graduate this year. Is there any way I could bring it up? Extra
credit?" His words held a hidden meaning that he hoped Vexen would pick up on.
The teacher glanced up at Marluxia, his green eyes calculating and cold. "Shut
the door and let us talk about it. I have a few things in mind that you could
possibly do to bring your grade up. If you really wish to." Marluxia crossed
the room and shut the door, returning to his teacher with a sly grin. "You
could do some community service, help out at the homeless shelter, animal
shelter, read to some orphans. You could help out the school groups with
promotions. You're good at events." He looked up from a paper he was grading to
see a scowling Marluxia. "What did you have in mind?"
Marluxia shoved Vexen's papers out of the way, and sat on the center of the
desk, his legs on either side of Vexen. "What do you think, Mr. Evens? It's
been a long time since I've stayed after school to bring up my grade. Maybe I
should start getting regular tutoring," he suggested, leaning close to his
teachers face. "I can just tell my parents that I'm going of to Zexion's house
to get help from him. He is the science teacher's son, after all," he growled.
"No one would wonder why I'm going over to Zexion's."
Vexen's cold eyes studied Marluxia's own blue ones, soft and full of devious
intent. Vexen smirked and let out a satisfied huff. "That is a possiblity.
However, that is not what I want right now. Marluxia let out a barking laugh,
sliding off the desk and into his teachers lap. He kissed him before ducking
under the desk and pushing Vexen's lab coat aside to unbutton and unzip his
slacks. Vexen groaned, letting his head loll back and eyes slip shut. It had
been such a long time since Marluxia had done this for Vexen, it was no
surprise that the teacher had gotten so hard so quickly. He licked up the
shaft, tongue tracing the ridges and rings along Vexen cock. His tongue flicked
out and lapped at the budding pre-cum on the tip, savouring the bitter and
salty taste. Vexen made a noise in the back of his throat.
Marluxia took that sound as his que to continue, wrapping his lips around the
sensitive head and sucking on it. Vexen begged for more and Marluxia complied,
relaxing his throat and taking in more of Vexen. He didn't stop until the tip
touched the back of his throat. He groaned and began to lap and suck on Vexen's
cock, pleasing his teacher. He lightly scraped his teeth over Vexen's member as
he pulled back some and began to bob his head up and down. Soon, the room was
filled with Vexen's soft sounds and the smell of arousal. Marluxia pressed his
tongue against the underside of the teacher's cock, feeling the rapid pulse and
knowing how close Vexen was. He popped off with a loud sound, making Vexen
whimper. "M-Marluxia--" he hissed, reaching for those pink locks in order to
get that mouth back on his cock. Marluxia huffed, ducking his head away.
"Shut up, I'll be back on in just a moment. And when I do, I want you to fuck
my mouth, hear me?" He giggled, running a hand down Vexen's thigh. "And then,
after you come, I want to fuck your mouth."
"God, fuck, yes. Just get on with it already, you teasing little pri- ckah!" He
was cut off as Marluxia took him back into his mouth. Just as the student
ordered, he began to thrust into his mouth with wild abandon. Marluxia groaned
around the older man's cock, taking it and hardly gagging as Vexen fucked him
hard down the throat, giving a warning cry when he was about to come. Marluxia
swallowed, pulling off and breathing heavily. A line of cum filled saliva hung
between his lips and Vexen's cock. He let out a huffed laugh as Vexen ruffled
his hair.
He settled himself on Vexen's desk, undoing his pants and pulling his own hard
and throbbing cock from its restraints. Vexen wheeled the chair up to the desk
and took Marluxia into his mouth. Marluxia groaned quietly and began to thrust
down the warm cavern of his teacher's mouth. Occasionally, Vexen had to pull
off to breath, not as adept at this skill as Marluxia was. Before long,
however, the pinkette was moaning out his teacher's name and coming hard down
his mouth. Vexen sputtered and pulled away, most of the cum getting on his face
and down the front of his shirt. He blushed and his eyes went wide.
Marluxia lost it, giggling and covering his mouth. "Oh! Vexen! You look
priceless!" He did his pants back up. "Wait there," he ordered, running to the
eye wash station in the back and wetting a paper towel in it. He handed it to
his teacher to clean his face while he used another to dab at the stains on his
shirt. "S'good thing I moved your lab coat, huh? You can just button it up and
changed when you get home."
Vexen scowled and narrowed his eyes. "I ought to still flunk you, you good for
nothing pest. You're lucky however, that I wish to be fucked senseless sometime
here in the near future." He pushed Marluxia's hand away and buttoned his lab
coat, glaring at him. He ruffled Marluxia's already messy hair and dismissed
him. "Go home, idiot."
Marluxia smiled and grabbed his stuff, blowing Vexen a kiss and headed out the
door. "See ya later, Mr. Evens."
***** Concerned *****
Chapter Summary
     Warning, this one is gonna be feely. I understand that the other two
     were pretty short, this one probably will be, too. However, this one
     is also a trigger. It mentions cutting, suicide, and death. It's an
     angsty XigDem. Also in the normal Kingdom Hearts Universe. The other
     two have been AUs but this is one is different.
     I apologise for how OOC Xigbar is gonna be, but he's hella depressed.
The music that swept so beautifully through the halls and corridors and lifted
the downtrodden and overworked spirits of the members no longer played.
Metaphorical hearts were heavy and eyes were wet with the tears not allowed to
fall. In a dark room, the door shut and the covers pushed off the bed, lay one
of the Nobodies, the one most affected by the loss of that music. Xigbar's hair
was down, sprawled around him and tangled. His eyes were empty and dull. He
shut his dead eyes, letting the darkness behind his eyelids comforting and
taking away the pain, if only momentarily.
The sound of his door opening made him snap his good eye open, narrowed and
disgusted. "Out, filthy dusk. And tell Saïx to stop sending you. I'm not going
on any mission's until I've properly mourned and the more he disturbs me, the
longer I'm gonna take." The dusk wiggled and stood in the door way for a few
more moments before turning and shutting the door. Xigbar sighed and pulled the
blanket over his body, covering his scars. The image of Demyx fading away and
dying made his chest constrict and head spin. Demyx had been correct when he
said they sent the wrong guy.
 
Xigbar had gotten onto his knees and begged Saïx to send him. To let him go
help Number IX with his battle. He was rejected, however, and was reduced to
helpless bystanding. When Demyx's sitar disappeared, Xigbar knew. He was dying.
Xigbar threw himself at Saïx, screaming and swearing, accusing the cerulean man
of murder.
"You knew! You KNEW!" He pounded at the other man's chest, his own chest
heaving with the exeration of his screams. "You bastard! You killed him! You
sent him to die. You--" Demyx's pained scream interupted his yells, making
Xigbar stop and look back up at the screen. He watched his lover fade away
before he dropped to his own knees, panting and trying to breathe. "You-
- you... HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD! Saïx! You killed him!" He clutched his chest,
groaning lowly as if in physical pain. He wanted to scream, to cry, to throw
himself out the window and die. He hated this... this pain. He felt a clenching
in his chest and some of Demyx's last words echoed through his head. Oh, we do
to have hearts, don't be mad.
 
He groaned again. He wanted to end all of the pain he was feeling. His stomach
grumbled and he sighed, sitting up. He winced as he skin tugged at the criss-
crossed scratches along his arms and chests. Xigbar grabbed his cloak, not
bothering to put on a shirt or pants. After zipping his cloak, he stepped out
of his room, noting that there was a dusk standing in the hall way. He hissed
at his, glaring with his one eye. "Get! What did I say earlier? Filthy!" The
dusk seemed to shrink away from Xigbar, but turned to watch him. The
freeshooter could hear it following him and it irked him.
He stepped into the kitchen, the dusk slithering in after him and standing in
the corner. "Fuck off," he hissed. "Did Saïx tell you to watch me? Well, don't.
I'm fine. See? Making myself a sandwich. Do sick people do that? Make
themselves food? Maybe. Maybe it's dying people who lay in bed all day." He
grumbled, hoping Saïx was listening to Xigbar talk. He swore as he nicked
himself on a knife, sticking his thumb into his mouth. The dusk wiggled over in
a quick movement and grabbed Xigbar's arm, examining it. The Organization
member hissed, tugging his arm away. "Fuck off you filthy creature! I'm fine!"
The way the Dusk slowly backed up and kept its head directed towards Xigbar
gave off an air of concern. It wiggled nervously. "What? What? Tell me why the
hell you're still here?"
The Dusk ducked its head before slinking away and standing in another room,
still within Xigbar's line of view. The freeshooter grumbled and turned back
into the kitchen, finishing preparing his food. When he walked out, the Dusk
was still waiting, its head bowed and body wiggling minimally. When Xigbar saw
it standing there, he groaned. "Why? Why won't you just leave me alone?" He
walked back to his room; the Dusk slithering behind him. He shut his door in
its face, growling unhappily.
 
"Stupid Dusk. Always up my ass. Can't he see I'm fine? I go on missions, I sit
in the Grey Room. Saïx needs to get it through his thick skull that I'm fine,"
he spat out at the Heartless dancing in front of of. He had gotten used to the
creature but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying to have it following him
around. Xigbar sat in hs room, the door open and the Dusk dancing in the
doorway. "Why do you stay even though I tell you to leave?"
The Dusk turned its head and wiggled in a familiar way. The position it was in
made Xigbar's chest clench and he groaned, dropping his head. The Dusk startled
and made its way over to the Nobody, nubbed arms reaching towards him. "Stop.
Please. Don't. You're too much like him. Up my ass, annoying, kind. Even the
way you stand and move is so much like him."
The Heartless didn't move away like it normally did; it instead wrapped an arm
around Xigbar's wrist, turning his arm over and studying the criss-crossed
marks covering the pale skin. "You wouldn't understand, Dusk. I'm hurting. Do
you even know what that means? I lost someone that I loved." He let out a sad
laugh. "He might have been right, you know? Maybe we do have hearts. I know
that what I felt for him wasn't something you could just pretend." He sighed,
long hair falling over his shoulder. He looked up at the Dusk, smiling. "You're
always so... concerned. You make sure I eat and that I sleep. When I cut too
deep, you're always there to wrap me up and make sure I don't bleed out. Why?"
The Dusk wrapped itself around Xigbar, resting its flat head on top of
Xigbar's. Xigbar couldn't hold back the tears. He missed having Demyx around,
missed the music that used to filter down the halls. He longed to have those
small arms wrapped around him when he woke up in the morning, tangled with the
smaller members body. The Dusk held him as he cried. It was such a strange
feeling that Xigbar had. This Dusk was so familiar, so concerned for Xigbar. He
let it wrap around him, hold him. He cried until he was unconscious.
 
The Dusk stayed around Xigbar more and more often, always next to him, always
watching him. It would bow its head sadly whenever it walked into Xigbar's room
and was see the bloody bandages. Xigbar always felt guilty afterwards and would
cry in the Heartless' arms until he fell asleep.
There was a day, however, when the Dusk entered Xigbar's room and never walked
back in. It rushed over to the bedside, flailing it's arms in panic. Xigbar was
still and unbreathing, his sheets stained with dry blood. There was a bloody
piece of paper next to the bed, the hand writting messy and lopsided. His words
ran together and fell of the lines.
"I've tried. So hard and for so long. I can't go on any longer. The halls are
empty, my head is empty, my heart is empty. Without Demyx, I find it harder and
harder to wake up in the mornings. The only good thing to happen since his
death is that Dusk. But not even it can replace what I am missing. There are no
lips for me to kiss, not hands for me to hold. There are no words to be
exchanged and no bodies to be pressed together. I can't love the Dusk like I
loved Number IX."
"I'm sick of waking up alone. I'm sick of laying in bed alone. I'm sick of the
way I feel guilty when the Dusk seems concerned about my well-being. I don't
want to wake up anymore. So I'm not. I will not wake up again. Goodbye. Kingdom
Hearts isn't worth it if Demyx won't be there to receive a heart."
The Dusk's body seemed to deflate when he watched black tendrils of smoke raise
around Xigbar's lifeless body. It snatched up the paper, holding it in his
tentacle like arm as he slithered out to the Grey Room. Desperately, it handed
it to the blue-haired Nobody, wiggling impatiently. Saix read the note, yellow
eyes narrowing. "Is he dead?" The Dusk ducked its head, nodding. Saix sighed,
turning away. "I'll inform the Superior. Go clean his room up, Demyx."
 
***** Class *****
Crystal blue eyes scanned over the crowd, just barely seen above the dark red
liquid swirling around in the wine glass held to the man's lips. His pink hair
was pulled back and his bangs styled to frame his slender face. He sat, legs
crossed, on a plush arm chair, another man with his arms wrapped around his
legs. When Marluxia's eyes landed on those red spikes, drank in those livid
green eyes, he shook the whore off his leg. "Move, I'm done with you," his
voice was low and husky, a dangerous tone in it. He stood, setting the wine
glass down to straighten out his shirt and then picked it back up, taking
careful and though out steps towards this new person. He let a coy smile slip
onto his soft features, eyes widening to make himself seem inviting. 
"Hi," he quipped, settling onto the stool next to the redhead. "Name's
Marluxia. You must be new here; I haven't seen you before."
The redhead turned to face Marluxia, his green eyes wary of the new person.
"Name's Axel. Yeah, I'm new to this club, but not others." He looked away,
conveying disinterest. Marluxia huffed out a laugh, ordering a harder drink as
he finished off his wine. 
Marluxia would not be snubbed so easily. Axel was a great treasure. He wore
tight fitting clothing that showed off his slender frame and girlish hips. A
sliver of skin was exposed above his hipbone, the roman numerals for eight
tattooed in dark ink there. "So, Axel. Here with someone or by yourself?"
Axel's green eyes glanced over at the pinkette before shifting back to the bar
in front of him. "Came alone, but planned on leaving with someone." He turned
to face Marluxia, who noted the purple teardrop tattoos. Ink was hot on a man,
Marluxia mused.
"Oh? Do you top or bottom?" Marluxia could tell by the sudden panic that ran
through the other that he was definitely a bottom. "I mean, it's obvious which
one you--"
"Top," he interrupted. "I'm a top." 
Marluxia tilted his head but gave no other sign that he didn't believe Axel.
Instead, he stood up and held out a hand. "Then come home with me. I prefer sex
in my bed, if that's alright with you." Axel took his hand, green eyes defiant
and piercing. 




Marluxia owned a manor, large and grand, filled with lavish and expensive
items. Their hands were on each other's bodies before they were halfway through
the front door. Mouths clashing and teeth biting at the soft skin there. Moans
and pants echoed down the hallways. Marluxia wanted nothing more than to wrap
himself around Axel and let the other carry him to his room. That wasn't
possible, however, due to Axel's lack of knowledge of the whereabouts of the
aforementioned room. He tugged him along, gasping each time they ended up
against a wall, hands going up shirts and onto hips.
Finally, they stepped into Marluxia's room, most of the clothing discarded
along the way. They collapsed in a mostly naked pile onto the soft covers and
fluffy pillows. Axel had Marluxia pinned down, mouths together as their hips
rolled and pressed against each other. Marluxia turned his head letting Axel
kiss at his neck before he tensed and flipped them. As light and lithe as
Marluxia was, he had strength and easily pinned Axel down. The redhead swore
and looked up through the darkness at the other man on top of him. There was a
clanking sound and before Axel could react through his aroused haze, he was
cuffed to the bed posts, arms pinned above him.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Axel asked before Marluxia shoved a gag in his mouth.
"Shh... Here, take this button. Don't press it unless you really have to. It's
your safety, since I've gagged you." He pulled out a crop from under his bed,
smacking it against his hand with a sly grin. "Class is in session, Axel.
Listen up."




Axel moaned, body tense and his finger resting over the button. He wanted to
press the button so badly, press it and have Marluxia finally let him have an
orgasm. He was on the edge, eyes wet and limbs trembling. His arms were tired
from being chained above his head for hours. He had been on edge for so long
and needed to come so badly. He whined as Marluxia pulled the vibrator out of
him, hid body relaxing some but also desperately missing the feeling of being
full and used. At his whine, Marluxia looked up, blue eyes hazy and large. He
leaned his naked body over top of Axel's, his cock rubbing against Axel's,
making the redhead groan and writhe beneath him.  Marluxia kissed at Axel's
throbbing pulse point, humming. 
Axel almost flinched, even the lightest of touches making his over-sensitive
body quake. He tried to moan please around the gag. Please turn off the cock
ring. Please take it off. Please let me come. Please Please Please PLEASE.
Marluxia seemed to know what Axel was asking, because he pulled away, his soft
hands lightly floating over Axel's body. Axel was moaning drooling around the
gag, head lolled to the side. He tensed up only momentarily as Marluxia began
to push his hard dick inside his body. Axel's muscles convulsed around Marluxia
before relaxing and letting the other man fuck him. His green eyes slid shut
just as he watched Marluxia reach up. The gag was unclipped and it fell from
his mouth. His needy groans and whorish sounds filled the room, unfiltered now.
He swore as Marluxia hit his prostate, his eyes snapping open and back arching.
"Please please pleasepleasepleaseohfuckmeplease," he begged, tugging on the
handcuffs and almost crying with need. Marluxia turned off the cock ring and
began to slowly roll it off of Axel's dick.
"GonnacomeMarluxiaI'mgonnacomepleaseohfuck," He let out a keening cry when
Marluxia refused to take it off all the way. "WHY?"
Marluxia let out a small, breathy laugh. "Because I don't want you coming so
soon before me." He let out a quiet moan; Axel felt the other's cock twitch
inside of him. His muscles spasmed as another attempt at an orgasm rushed
through him, leaving him dissatisfied and throwing his head back. Marluxia
continued to fuck into Axel, abusing his prostate endlessly. The redhead was
really beginning to regret ever going to that gay bar. When Axel finally felt
the last tendrils of his sanity slipping away and his finger was mere
millimeters away from pressing down on the button, Marluxia slipped off the
cock ring.
Axel's orgasm was one of the most intense of his life. He was only dimly aware
of Marluxia groaning and filling him over the screams that ripped from Axel's
chest. Marluxia panted above the half lucid Axel, pulling out and causing the
bottom man to writhe in over-sensitivity. He ran his hands over Axel's sweat
slick thighs, eliciting keening cries. "P-please. N-no more." Axel twitched and
pressed the button, a noticeable buzz ringing through the room. Marluxia's head
snapped up and he hurried to undo the cuffs on Axel's wrists, trying to touch
him as little as possible.
Axel barely registered the fact that he had pressed the button, his chest
heaving and his head spinning. He wanted to sleep. Marluxia's words were
nothing but white noise against his ears. He turned his head, a lazy grin on
his face. "S'fun. Liked classsss..." he slurred, falling under the tug of
darkness.
***** Overran *****
Chapter Summary
     This is really feelsy. Lumaria is Marluxia's Somebody and he has
     brown hair instead of pink.
I toyed with the scalpel in my hand, flicking my thumb along the sharp blade
without so much as a flinch. The instrument sliced deep into my flesh, hot
blood pouring out over it. I was exhausted, mind fuzzy and uncomprehending. It
wasn't until I felt Ienzo tug on my sleeve, his large eyes filled with concern,
that the pain registered. He reached up and took the scalpel, pressing a cloth
with disinfectant to my thumb. I had forgotten he was there. I hissed slightly
at the sting of chemicals, but I allowed Ienzo to tend to my wound. "Where did
you learn that?" I inquired when he pulled the cloth off and dabbed at the
blood, inspecting the cut.
He glanced up at me and smiled softly; a smile, I knew, reserved only for me.
This child had been through such pain that it was a wonder he could smile at
all. "I learned by watching you take care of Lumaria. Whenever he shows up, all
scratched from the plants, you do this for him." His voice was quiet and soft.
"You are very observant, Ienzo. Thank you," I replied just as gently as he
wrapped a bandage around my thumb. "I should have been more careful cleaning
up; I'm very lucky that scalpel was sterile." Ienzo nodded in agreement,
shuffling back to the corner where he had been reading. I sighed before running
my uninjured hand through the long blonde locks that cascaded down my
shoulders. I could feel the fatigue crawling up my spine and nestling in the
nape of my neck. Darkness swam in my vision and I turned to the small child in
my laboratory, reached towards him and summoning him to me. "Come, I'm retiring
for the night as should you, Ienzo," I muttered, placing my hand on his
shoulder once he was within reach and lead him to his room. 

Once safely in the confines of my own quarter, I shrugged off my lab coat and
curled up under the plush covers of my bed. Not too long later, the lithe,
stringy form of another man crawled under the comforter with me, his limbs warm
and sun-kissed. "Lumaria," I drawled, shifting to accommodate his body, giving
him space on the mattress. He wrapped himself around me, encasing me and
lulling me to slumber.
When I awoke, I was not alone. Nor was I with just Lumaria. A small bundle had
curled into my side, their breathing fast and quiet. Lumaria was sitting up,
his brown locks tangled and sticking up. He stretched and the popping of his
joints filled the quiet of the room. "'Morning, Even," he greeted quietly,
attempting to keep from rousing Ienzo from his slumber. I, too, sat up,
cringing as the cold air hit my warm skin now revealed from beneath the
covers. 
"Lumaria, when did he get here?" The brunette shrugged, standing and displaying
his hips to me. I reached for him, tugging him back to me. "I do not feel well.
Could Ienzo accompany you in the Gardens today? I wish to rest..."My lover gave
me a soft smile, his blue eyes shining with affection. He agreed, leaning down
to kiss my forehead. His lips felt cold and frigid and I shuddered slightly. Of
all times to run a fever, when Lord Xehanort wanted such an important project
done so soon. But I felt overran and tired. I watched as Lumaria lifted the
young child into his arms, comforting him back to rest when he stirred and
looked at me.
Hours passed before Dilon knocked on my door, resurrecting me from a fitful and
dissatisfying rest. He opened the door, words low and seeming to hold a trace
of nerves. "Even, Master Xehanort wishes for an audience. He has something
important to discuss with you." I flung the covers off of my body, quickly
changing into clean articles of clothing. I made my way to my destination, my
hair flying behind me as I walked. The first thing I noticed when I entered the
laboratory was that Ienzo was standing in the room as well. My heart sunk as i
thought of all the possible reasons Xehanort could want the child and me in the
same room together. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the room, I
realised that many other members of Radiant Gardens stood in the room. Dilon,
Alaeus, Braig, and Isa also stood at attention. Something was wrong.

Xehanort began to speak, going on about tests and trials and how they were
progressing along. I had heard the spiel countless times so my mind had begun
to wander off; I didn't try very hard to keep my attention focused on him, not
in my fevered state. Suddenly, there was flashing in the room, a low, red
pulse. My heart leapt. "No, Master, the machines are not fully functional and
with us in here, grave disasters could arise!" The old man seemed to ignore,
choosing to instead step behind the glass doors and turn up the machines. I
panicked, my feet carrying me to the exit and tugging, finding that they were
locked. I tugged to no avail. The pulsating was accompanied by a high-pitched
whir and I called Ienzo over to me. Putting my body between his and the lights,
hoping to spare him from the effects.
I watched as the other members panicked and fell to the ground. All around me
my colleagues, my friends were dying. Suddenly, I felt so very tired. Even more
so than I had moments ago. My fever spiked, weakening my knees. I heard my son
gasp behind me. My son. Not your son, a voice corrected me. He's an orphan that
was placed in your care. He's not your child. He's not your anything. You've no
claim over him. He's going to die here no matter how hard you attempt to stop
it. You're going to die and Lumaria will never know what happened to you. Ienzo
will watch you die. Will watch as your body ceases to breath, ceases to move.
You will protect him in vain. Worry about yourself, Even. Think of a way to
escape, not of a way to protect a useless child.
"No--" I croaked out, ignoring the harsh voice, and trying to force myself to
my feet. All in vain, though, just as the voice said. My chest was tight and I
was so, so very tired. The stress of the years all collapsed on me at once. So
overran, so over-worked. I deserved to sleep. I deserved to rest. My eyes
fluttered chest and I could vaguely make out the sound of Ienzo sobbing. But I
was far too tired to reach out for him. I landed on my side in front of him and
I heard him cower next to me. His childish voice was so filled with pain, so
filled with sorrow, so filled with fear.
"No, please, Even, no don't go, too! Please. I don't want to be alone again.
Even, please. Don't leave me. I need you. Daddy!"
My heart lurched, spasmed, I felt my chest rip open but there was no gasp from
Ienzo . Illogical thinking is how a dying man thinks. Darkness clouded my
vision, the red fading away to black. I needed to protect Ienzo. I needed... I
needed--
 
 
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Vexen scowled as Zexion walked into his lab, the other's visage twisted into a
furious scowl. "Vexen," he interrupted the silence. "Superior requests that you
meet with him at once." The scientist nodded, pushing his blonde hair from his
face and ignoring the stab of pain he felt in the empty place of his chest he
had every time the Cloaked Schemer was in his presence. Lately, Vexen felt a
weariness in his bones. He was beginning to feel overran but that must just be
phantom feelings from his time as a Somebody. Nobodies couldn't feel emotions.
***** Damages *****
Chapter Summary
     This originally going to be a very.. non-consensual AkuSai, but I
     decided against it. I haven't been in much of a smut writing mood. So
     this became a sequel to the last short story, only it follows Lumaria
     after the death of the two most important people in his life: Even
     and Ienzo.
The air was bitterly cold, nipping and biting, leaving your skin red in it's
wake like a rapist's teeth. The wind whipped your hair into your face, leaving
marks as if you had been slapped, clinging to your tear-streaked face. This day
is a perfect representation of you inner turmoil. You're cold and there's a
storm raging within you. But, you don't really feel that way, do you? No,
because you're not me. All I wanted was to throw myself on the partially frozen
ground and wail. I wanted tho throw the bouquet  of roses and carnations in my
hands into the forest. Throw them and drown myself in oblivion. I was hurting
and I didn't even have a grave to visit. It was my fault; all of this. I knelt
before two large rocks, makeshift tributes to the dead. They sat side-by-side,
one bitten with frost from the cold day and the other hidden in it's shadow. I
set the flowers down in front of them. Roses before Even's rock and carnations
for Ienzo. The Gardens back at Radiant Gardens were still warm and producing
plenty of flowers. It had been a month since they died.
My heart clenched as I balled my fists together and let the tears streak down
my face. I missed them. I missed them both so badly; there was a constant ache
in my chest. I missed teaching Ienzo about the flowers and how nature worked. I
missed his comfortable silence and how he would run through the hedge maze,
trying to hold in his giggles as I "searched" for him. I missed how he would
squeal in delight as I spun him around after successfully capturing him and
lifted him into the air, swinging him around. Some days, he would take roses to
Even for me and as compensation, I would give him his own bouquet of
carnations, and take him for some sea-salt ice cream.
My heart shattered as I relived my moments with Ienzo.
A harsh wind blew suddenly, the frost biting my nose and freezing the tears to
my cheeks.
----
The air had chilled significantly since I had last left the Castle. Snow
flitted down from the grey skies, landing softly upon the ground like the paws
of cat's. My hair had begun to grow long, now to the middle of my neck, and
curl ever so slightly. It had been a year since they had died and every day was
still a struggle to overcome. I pulled my collar tighter around my neck,
blocking out the frozen air. The Garden had fallen into a depleted state, my
motivation to keep it alive shriveling away just as my flowers did. I set a
bunch of roses before Even's rock, sighing and watching my breath crystallize
in the empty space before me.
I bowed forward, resting my head on the rock and ignoring the way the cold
seeped into my bones. I parted my lips to talk to the phantom of Even, to vent,
but all that came forth were broken, choking sobs. "My fault. It's all my
fault. He's dead because of me, Even!" I wrapped my arms around the rock,
ignoring how the rough edges of it ripped into my cheek. "If I had only kept a
better look out for him, if only I had paid attention..." I screamed, pulling
myself away from the mock tomb stone and threw myself upon the ground. I ripped
my coat off, ignoring the bitter cold that settled into my skin. I tossed the
coat away from me, tugging off my shirt as well. I was starved, my bones
jutting from underneath my skin; you could count my ribs. Festering cuts and
scars covered my arms, puffy and painful. "Look at me, Even! I'm practically
dead without you and without Ienzo! I came to this Castle, scared and alone but
you--" I sobbed, covering my eyes and shaking in the cold air. "You were there
for me. Not at first. But, I offered to watch Ienzo for you and over time... I
cam to love you and i sent you those roses and I thought-- I THOUGHT WE'D HAVE
FOREVER BUT WE HARDLY HAD TWO YEARS!"
I wanted to die, but there was nothing I could do. I could kill myself but what
would that do? It's not like I'd even get to see Even again. There was no
after-life, not with what I learned growing up. It would be a permanent
solution to a temporary problem, my mother had always said. I lay there in the
snow, letting it collect on my dying body. "I don't want to be alone anymore,
Even. The Castle isn't... isn't what it once was. I miss you. Without Ienzo to
fill my days and you to fill my nights, I am empty. It's so cold, all the time.
You.. You--" I stopped, letting my eyes shut. I was so cold, frigid, frozen. My
hand fell from my chest and rested on the roses and carnations I had brought
for them. I gripped them, crushing them, the perfume reaching my nose and I
breathed it in despite the fact I had lost all feeling. "The only thing I still
have is the Garden but I can't anymore, Even. It's too empty without Ienzo
there, too empty when I don't have that child there. Master Xehanort has
requested that I have an audience with him later today, Even. I'm scared. He
never--" I swallowed, heart sinking. "He never wants to see me."
I lay there in the snow until my skin began to turn blue and I felt warmth
creeping in. If Even had still been alive, he'd have my skin for developing
such bad frostbite. I didn't care, however, because he wasn't alive. I pulled
my shirt and coat back on, apologised for crushing their flowers, and made my
way back to the Castle Grounds.
----
No, this wasn't happening. My chest hurt and it felt as if my heart had
exploded and burst from within me. I couldn't breathe and the red, pulsating
lights around me made my head spin. "M-Master Xehanort," I called out in a
panic, seeing the old man stand behind the glass pane, watching me. His voice
seemed to reverberate through my skull as he spoke into the room through a mic.
"You have been selected to join and elite group of warriors, Lumaria. Even
though your psyche has been irreparably damaged by the loss and death of both
Even and Ienzo, you have somehow managed to keep on living. Your heart, it is
strong. But do this, Lumaria, and you will be relinquished of your never-
ceasing pain. Let go into the darkness, embrace the pain that is within you and
let it fester."
I swallowed as I fell to the floor beneath me, my eyes sliding shut and a
strange warmth over-taking me. "Even," I whimpered, scared and lost and dying.
----
My eyes opened to an unfamiliar room, my name, I did not know, my life, never
had it been lived. I pushed myself from the bed that I had been laying on,
leaving the all white room to travel down all white halls and enter an all
white lobby-like room. "You must be our newest member, Number XI, Marluxia,"
came a nasally and dry voice from beside me. I turned and eyed a long-haired
blonde man with vibrant green eyes. Something stirred in my chest, making me
feel sick. "Marluxia?" I repeated the name he had donned me with. He laughed,
an insane laugh that made my hair stand on end.
"Yes, you are Marluxia. I'm Number IV, Vexen. I'm assuming you haven't been
initiated yet. Poor thing," he clicked, voice far from sympathetic. I resolved
then that I hated this man. He dismissed me, telling me that I was on my own
and to never bother him.
I hated Vexen.
***** Incident *****
Chapter Summary
     Mwu ha ha ha ha
     Demyx done gone biffed in this one~
     I'm also gifting this to my friend, Rissa. <3
     I love you mama Rissa.
The three Nobodies stood, huddled together, whispering. "Not me; I'm not
telling Marluxia," Axel scoffed.
"Someone's gotta! I can't! I'm the one who did it!"
"Exactly why you should be the one to tell him, Number IX," Zexion's quiet
voice interjected. "You should take responsibility for your actions, whether
they be good or bad." Demyx startled when they say Marluxia making his way
towards the Grey Room, his blue eyes a livid inferno. Zexion stepped in front
of the other member. "Marluxia, a word if I may," the younger member requested,
placing a hand on his shoulder. Marluxia scowled, taking a deep, angry breath
before speaking.
"What is it Zexion?"
Zexion took a step back, gesturing towards Demyx and Axel. "Well, you see, XI,
there's been an incident with your gar--"
"I know," he snapped, head whipping to focus his eyes on the panicking Demyx.
"And I know who did it, Demyx," he sneered, shrugging Zexion's hand off his
shoulder, stepping towards the Nocturne. "You best have a good reason for
destroying my garden, Number IX."
"I-I just wanted to water them," he cried, tears of fear welling up in his
eyes. "I never meant to ruin it."
"You are the laziest, least motivated, uninspired member here," Marluxia spat,
"and when you finally get some form of desire to do anything, the first thing
you do is DESTROY MY FUCKING GARDEN?" He stepped towards the other member with
all thoughts to slap him. Zexion grabbed his elbow, stopping him.
"Come now, Marluxia. Must you really be so harsh. Demyx only wanted to help."
The pink-haired man turned to glare at his fellow member. "Then perhaps you'd
like to explain to me why the only thing that gives me joy in this entire,
depressive world is currently dead?" He shook Zexion's hand off of his arm,
stomping down the hallway to his room. "Of all the fucking things to destroy,
Demyx," he yelled over his shoulder, "It's the one thing that matters to me?"
----
Marluxia sat on his bed, trying to calm himself down, he didn't need to start
crying over this incident. Zexion was right, surely Demyx hadn't killed his
flowers to spite Marluxia. The Nocturne had truly tried to be helpful. He
sighed, hating how emotional he got over such a small thing. The flowers,
however, seemed to awaken a dormant emotion within his Nobody, something that
made him feel as if he were his Somebody again. He couldn't have been given the
ability to manipulate nature if he hadn't a love of nature in his previous
life, right? He knew he could easily fix the garden with his powers, but that
wasn't the point. He had built that garden from scratch, avoiding using his
abilities as much as possible. The garden had been a product of his own will
and desire to have one. And Demyx had destroyed it, killed it, drowned it. He
fell back onto his bed, groaning as a soft knock resounded through the room.
"Marluxia?"
The neophyte glanced at his door, summoning a vine to open it, far too upset to
speak. Zexion entered his room, blue eyes wary of the vine that slithered away
from him. "Marluxia," he spoke again, shutting the door. "Demyx is truly sorry,
he was unaware of just how important the garden was to you. He never meant to
ruin it." He stepped closer, arms crossed and against his chest. He was holding
something to his chest. "I, however, have been informed by Larxene that you
refrained from using your gifted abilities in aiding you to create that garden.
I was just in there, and many of the plants are salvageable, I'm sure,
especially with your gardening trait." He opened his arms, displaying to
Marluxia a potted rose, a deep, dark red rose. The botanist sat up, blue eyes
widening. "I got you this," Zexion admitted, handing the flower to Marluxia.
"Your roses were, unfortunately, in the worst state there."
"Thank you, Zexion. I highly appreciate it," he muttered, setting the plotted
plant next to his bed and standing, looking down at Zexion. The Cloaked Schemer
seemed to be blushing and Marluxia found it incredibly endearing. He reached to
the other, gloved hand stroking his cheek and lifting it upwards. He leaned
forward, pressing his petal soft lips to Zexion's.
The younger member gasped, his lips parting some into the kiss which only
encourage Marluxia. Their tongues touched, making Zexion weak in the knees so
that he had to clutch onto Marluxia's cloak. The Assassin laughed lightly,
kissing Zexion deeper, letting his tongue explore. He pulled Zexion's into his
mouth, sucking on it and drinking in the lavish moans it brought forth from
him. They parted, a small string of saliva between their lip. Zexion's cheeks
were ablaze, hot and glowing.
"Beautiful," Marluxia muttered before Zexion slapped him.
----
"Zexion," cooed Marluxia, a bouquet of roses behind his back. He presented them
to him when the exasperated member glanced up at him. There were eleven roses,
all of them red but the two center ones which were a deep, vibrant blue. Their
stems were intertwined and contained no thorns, none of the roses did. "These
are for you, dear. There are eleven, and not to be narcissistic either. Eleven
roses mean that you are deeply loved, or as deeply as a Nobody can love. Red
roses also mean I love you. And the blue ones are usually given to someone
unattainable or impossible. Which, Zexion, you are. They had to be artificially
manufactured, unfortunately, but the other nine roses all stem off of the one
you gave be the day I first kissed you." Zexion blushed at the memory and
Marluxia smiled. "The lack of thorns indicate that it was love at first sight,
but I don't believe in that. It was love from that day, however. And.. the blue
ones are intertwined, Zexion. Which means--"
"Marriage," the Schemer interrupted, looking up at Marluxia. "I've been
researching flowers because I never understand why you give me certain ones."
He swallowed nervously. "It's been a long time since I gave you that rose, I
even slapped you on that day. I was unaware of the message I had been sending.
A solitary red rose meant sincere love." He looked away from Marluxia. "I tried
to convince you that it was all accidental, which is true, but what I couldn't
make you believe was that I hated you." He sighed, smiling slightly. "Yes,
Marluxia. Although I doubt Superior will ever allow it to happen, I'll marry
you."
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