He likes watching Ienzo move.
His movements are always swift and quick, his fingers twitching out beautiful and invisible lines in the air. Voxden's eyes linger on those gray lips, moving animatedly to produce the sound ringing so wonderfully in his ears, giving lesson after lesson. Oh, never do they stop, even on their little journeys. To live forever is not such an agony when one has such a voice to listen to, or such a body to watch.
"-and this is just what I need! Never before were my ideas ever allowed to bear fruit, but this proves that such a thing is possible!" Fevered yellow eyes that remind Voxden of sickness suddenly land on him, seeing off into somewhere else, somewhere distant. "If we could just get a hold of one... Think!" His chest heaves before the short Heartless glides smoothly to the large, comfortable chair that is settled in front of the giant window. The glass offers a splendid view of galaxies and an eternal night sky, filled with suns and stars and moons. It is almost a shame Voxden can not care to appreciate it.
As if in a dream, he stumbles over to that large chair, smiling at Ienzo. The dark-haired boy is relaxed in that chair, one arm propped up on an armrest so that his cheek rests against a bony knuckle. There is a delicious look of satisfaction on his face that Voxden wishes were his alone as he seats himself down at the Heartless' feet. "That's nice," Voxden murmurs absently, one of his arms twining around a skinny leg. "Things will end up as you want them to, then," he continues, pressing his lips against the side of Ienzo's knee, wishing that meddlesome fabric wasn't in the way.
"Of course they will." Voxden shudders at the tone. So darkly confident... Suddenly, cold fingers run down his chin before his face is directed upwards, and he's looking up into a glowing gaze. Ienzo's head tilts to the side, revealing both eyes now as he stares down at his favored white knight. "It's not too late, you know," he says thoughtfully, running elegant fingers down Voxden's throat while the others remain poised on his face. "We could always find your Heartless as well. I have little doubt that we would be able to capture him. Then...." He trails off slightly, suddenly preoccupied with making faint symbols with his nails on Voxden's skin.
Smirking, Voxden just laughs, and runs his fingers down Ienzo's legs. "No," he hisses, turning his head to the side so that he can taste the darkness-covered fingers against his lips. "Not I. You know I have no desire for that. I would be useless for you then."
"Oh, no you would not," Ienzo growls, eyes narrowing as he snatches his hand away. Voxden does not seem surprised, or even disappointed. He only smiles faintly and rests his cheek against the knee he still holds. "You know I will use you forevermore, Voxden. Your heart does not diminish your strength or your cunning."
Moments pass in silence, and eventually Voxden closes his eyes, still smiling. Ah, to have Ienzo... Twas his only desire. Never in his life had he used that weak beating thing one would call a heart. What use did it possess? No, no... This was all he needed.
Then it's the fingers again, drawing his head back up so that he has no choice but to open his eyes. Ienzo is frowning at him, as if trying to dissect some rare and foreign insect. In his own way, Voxden is unable to help but find that incredibly sexy. Finally, the young Heartless speaks, his voice laden with curiosity. "And if I were to give you your heart back anyway?"
Suddenly, Voxden lunges upwards, swinging one leg over Ienzo's own while a hungry mouth searches for his. Beneath him, the Heartless makes a noise of protest which quickly dissolves into pleased groaning when their lips press against each other. Sliding up his shoulders are hands Voxden knows will rob him of his glasses, but the Nobody quickly grabs onto those thin wrists. He presses them against the chair, delighted when a wanton moan slips forth in-between their kissing. With his face blank, Voxden pulls back, and watches as Ienzo gasps for breath, eyelids fluttering. While the Heartless is still recovering from the sudden show of... affection, Voxden starts to speak, his voice low and deceivingly pleasant.
"Were I to receive my heart once more..." Slowly, one set of fingers uncurl from around a wrist and start to run up to Ienzo's chin. "Then I would tear apart my own veins, and take a dagger to my throat." His nails stop right at the tip of Ienzo's chin, while the Heartless stares at him, wide eyed. "Should that take too long, then, well." Voxden slowly smiles, his gaze far off. "There's really only one solution. Right through my eyes, you see."
Ienzo's breathing has stopped.
Almost unaware of this change, Voxden's hands fall away from the other and he lazily rests against Ienzo. With a feather light kiss to the Heartless' neck, he sighs. "I will be your white knight forever, Ienzo."
In the darkness of the room, they lie still again one another, the white knight with only one purpose and the black king who is not sure whether such loyalty is exhilarating or terrifying.
