Lexaeus: Will you stop that?
Voxden: And miss out on this? Pffft. I live to watch you people suffer. -winks-
Door suddenly opens and Ienzo comes skipping through with Zexion, Larxene, and Marluxia in tow.
Ienzo: Oh, Voooooxden~! They're here!
Voxden: Glee! -leaps up and practically kidnaps Ienzo into the booth-
Larxene: -points triumphantly- HA! I knew you'd get caught eventually. -cheerfully leaps into a seat besides Lexaeus- And you're looking perfectly miserable. This is going to be gold.
Zexion: -sighs and takes other seat- It can't be that bad.... Let's just get this over with.
Voxden: Not so fast, kiddies! You get a special guest tonight! -drags out large sack with something wiggling in it and making odd noises- Play nice now! -chucks it in front of sporking crew before darting back to the Bat Cave booth-
Marluxia: What could this possibly be? -opens up sack and blinks at the sight of a very irate and gagged Vexen-
Vexen: -makes very angry gagged noises-
Marluxia: Oh, it's just some frozen trash. Might as well leave it be-
Zexion: Oh no you don't. -glares and unties Vexen-
Vexen: Finally! -growls- That insolent, parasitic, vulgar b*****d! How dare he-
Voxden: Shut up and look pretty! You're on! -fic starts-
Blue Dress
by FrostofOblivionIV
From Deviantart
by FrostofOblivionIV
From Deviantart
He couldn't imagine a time Vexen had ever looked prettier. Standing before him dressed in a beautiful blue evening gown, sweeping over his shoulders and around his curves, outlining every inch of the scientist's supple body.
Marluxia: -snickers-
Vexen: -sputters in incoherent rage-
Zexion: Supple? Are they mentally unstable?
Lexaeus: That's a given.
Zexion: True. However, Vexen isn't supple, he's worryingly skinny.
Vexen: -seethes- They put me in a DRESS!?
His throat ran dry and had he a heart it would race a mile. These steel eyes had never laid eyes on a more beautiful sight than his ice angel before him now, the silk dress bearing pale shoulders much to Vexen's dismay.
Vexen: Dismay? There's hope for me yet.
Lexaeus: Ice angel? -facepalms and sinks into the seat-
Larxene: -smirks and pokes Lexaeus- Oh, how romantic of you, Lex! And here I thought Xemnas was the overly poetic one.
A soft flush let the bony cheeks, embarrassed at being scrutinized by his hero, his knight, his heart.
Original six present: WE HAVE NO HEARTS!
Marluxia: -unplugs ears- I knew that would happen.
Larxene: Oh, shut up, you three. I want to see the terrible smut that's just sure to follow this.
Lexaeus: -facepalms in embarrassment-
Zexion: -grumbles under his breath-
He never felt as beautiful as Lexaeus claimed him to be. He was no angel, in no sense of the word.
Lexaeus: That's assuming Vexen even cares about his appearances.
Marluxia: -sneers- Clearly, he doesn't. The cracks about him being a ***** are there for a reason, you know.
Vexen: -sneers back- At least I'm not characterized as a crossdressing homosexual using a vibrator in a library.
Marluxia: -seethes- Who. Spilled.
The Organization had gone to great strides to make this night a special one for them. Xaldin had prepared a nice dinner lit by Axel's candles. Zexion had draped silk curtains around their bed and Marluxia had found him sexy lace lingerie.
Zexion: -snorts- If anyone ever has any 'special' sexual encounters, don't expect me to use my various connections to get you any silk.
Marluxia: -eyeroll- Why does everyone assume I have the lingerie?
Lexaeus had such a lace fetish even when he was a somebody. All it took was one look and the Silent Hero howled louder than a hundred lonely wolves.
Zexion: -hunches over and starts to shake in silent laughter-
Marluxia: -bursts out laughing-
Larxene: -nudges Lexaeus in the side- Oooooh, you're a howler, eh? Come on, hero, give us a scream! -cackles-
Lexaeus: -hides face in hands- Why me?
Vexen: You're not pretending to be Cinderella, so you should just silence yourself right now. -still fuming-
Xemnas made sure they were not disturbed by the normal pranksters, allowing the two to enjoy their wedding night. Vexen slowly stroked the ring on his white gloved finger, the diamond sparkling in his eyes. He couldn't believe of all the men Lexaeus could choose from it was him. It had always been the two of them.
Marluxia: Then it shouldn't be that much of a surprise. -wipes tears of mirth from his eyes-
Zexion: -clears his throat- Just the two of them, hm? Yes, and Braig, Dilan, Xehanort, and Ienzo were all just background decorations.
Vexen shifted in the dress and Lexaeus blushed, running a thick finger through silky blonde strands. He couldn't even find the words to speak, amazed by the man's beauty. It was the little moments like this that made his nonexistance worthwhile.
Lexaeus: I was under the impression that nothing made the nonexistance worthwhile.
Vexen: -bitterly- You're correct. Nothing makes it worthwhile, since we have no hearts to tell us so.
"You look amazing tonight my love..."
Vexen: -twitches and makes a strangling gesture-
Larxene: Oh, calm down, spazz.
he brought Vexen's hand to his lips over a candle flame, the scientist shivering.
Zexion: -bored- Which one?
Between the strong mouth on his fingers, tongue gently teasing the tips with promise of much dirtier things in mind,
Lexaeus: -blushes-
Zexion: Oh, please. I know you're not a virgin, Lexaeus, stop acting like one.
Everyone else stops and stares in shock.
Larxene: Wait, what?
Marluxia: Well, it looks like some one's been keeping secrets...
Larxene: -claps her hands in delight- Oh, you sly dog!
Vexen: -indignantly- I never heard anything about this!
Zexion: It was this girl who sold flow-
Lexaeus: -covers Zexion's mouth- Let's continue on, shall we?
and the heat of the flame on his wrist he felt his mind begin to drift away. It was effortless, what Lexaeus did to him. Mutually they could reduce each other to naught in a matter of moments.
Vexen: -coughs- Technically, Nobodies are just that-
Marluxia: Oh, save it for the Dusks, Vexen.
Vexen: -fumes- Oh, shut your mouth, you filthy neophyte.
Zexion: Who's smart idea was it to put these two in the same room together?
They'd been together for so long through so much they knew each other inside and out. The things that made them laugh, cry, moan.
Vexen: The things that made Even and Elaeus laugh, cry, and moan.
Larxene: -smirks- That last bit too?
Vexen: -flushes- Er, well-
Anything and everything they knew.
"You do as well.." the suit Lexaeus wore barely contained the man's muscle but he looked sharp. He had gelled his hair down for the night with Luxord's help, Vexen couldn't imagine how much of Larxene's hair products they'd used.
Larxene: -attempts to shock Lexaeus- -fails- Oh, ******** it! -smacks him hard-
Lexaeus: -sighs and rubs his head- I didn't deserve that...
Zexion: If you're going to hit some one, XII, then hit the badfic author!
It looked odd on him but he didn't say anything, lexaeus had tried his best to make this memorable. The man never was very sure of his appearance.
"No.." Lexaeus reached out to guide his lover from the other side of the table into his arms. Resting his head on vexen's chest he rubbed the blonde's lower back, long fingers sliding through the slicked rustic hair making him purr. "Nothing like you my dear."
Vexen: -stands up- Lexaeus, stand up now.
Lexaeus: -stands up in bemusement-
Larxene: And your point is, geezer...?
Vexen: One, call me that again and I'll pour poison in your food. -glares- Secondly, Lexaeus can't possibly put his head on my chest since he is considerably more taller then me and, in fact, most of the Organization. Thirdly, why in the name of Nikola Tesla am I still in a ******** dress!?
"In your own way." Vexen whispered, kissing his forehead. "You do.. so much for me and I neglect you."
Zexion: That's actually quite true.
"You don't neglect me."
Lexaeus: Untrue, actually.
Vexen: -crosses arms and glares- Fine, fine, I understand!
Marluxia: You admit that you're an unattractive, misanthropic, unlikeable failure of a person?
Vexen: Go to whatever constitutes as Hell in your world and rot.
Lexaeus smiled up at him, nuzzling his neck. "I love you the way you are, my quirky scientist.
Lexaeus: Admittedly, Vexen is a scientist, and on occasion is rather odd...
Larxene: -makes quote fingers- AKA he's a geek and probably batshit insane.
Lexaeus: Yet I wouldn't call him mine.
Vexen: You'd better not.
I enjoy laying bed with you at night and listening to you talk about your work, even if I don't always understand it.
Zexion: -narrows his eyes- I hate how they assume Lexaeus is an idiot. Deplorable.
Marluxia: You get more annoyed then Lexaeus himself does when these things come up.
Zexion: Lexaeus is my closest companion, and holds the least eccentricities out of all my companions. Also, the others have undoubtedly done something to earn it.
Vexen: -glares- I resent that statement.
Just hearing your voice is enough for me."
Vexen blushed, swatting at him playfully. "You hopeless romantic."
Lexaeus: -makes a helpless hand gesture- ...That is, unfortunately, true of Elaeus.
"I am indeed." Lexaeus lifted Vexen up and carried him to the bed, laying him back. Affectionate kisses slid over his shoulders and up his neck, finegrs working quick with the fastenings ont he dress. Vexen purred, basking in the warmth of his lover shivering when their skin touched. Their lips locked in a tender, passionate kiss, moving in perfect harmony. Vexen cupped his face, the world standing still as steel met emerald.
Marluxia: I thought we were reading a very vague sex scene, not how to make jewelery.
Breathless pants replaced any words they may have spoken, there was no need for words now.
Zexion: -reaches for handy red pen-
Larxene: Oh no you don't! -snatches red pen-
Vexen's body arched as they pressed together, a blissful moan breaking the silence.
Larxene: -glares- How the ******** did you do that!?
Zexion: -smirks and caps red pen-
Blue silk peeled back to reveal soft white lace painted across his body, Lexaeus purring.
Marluxia: Don't be stupid, who would paint lace?
Larxene: I think some one blond and skinny has a fetish~!
Vexen: -shaking in fury- I. Don't. Wear. Lace. In ANY FORM.
Lexaeus: -deadpan- And I don't purr.
Vexen knew just how to tempt him, face contorted in sewwtsweet ecstasy as his hands stroked and rubbed all the sensitive places. He looked up into metallic depths, silently begging for more. This weas perfection, they knew as Lexaeus stripped away what remained of their clothes. This is bliss, happiness. This is what it means to be whole.
Vexen: -explodes- NO! That is NOT happiness, because we cannot FEEL happiness! The reason for that is because we ARE NOT WHOLE and LACK HEARTS.
Marluxia: Is that gag still lying around here?
Zexion: -fiddles with gag- I have half a mind to let you use it...
Lexaeus got to his knees and Vexen slid up into his lap, pressing agianst the brute in all the right places. Eyes fluttered as lips locked on cold skin, Vexen rocking down into intruding fingers preparing him. Lexaeus matched his beat but refused to move any faster. The more Vexen sped up the slower he got, wanting to savor this. He wanted something more than sex tonigiht. he wanted to make love to the ebeautiful blonde, to feel what it was really like to be whole.
Zexion: That's going to have to wait until we actually regain our hearts.
"Please.." Vexen whimpered, voice high and needy.
Vexen: -snorts- I'm not needy for anyone.
Larxene: -inspects fingernails cockily- I could make you needy for me.
Vexen: -opens his mouth to object-
The other male Organization members all cough and sink down in their seats.
Vexen: .... -sulks back down into his seat-
Larxene: -smirks- That's right, all of you bitches belong to me.
"Please... Aeleus..." Lexaeus removed his fingers and held his hips tight, slowly shooting deep into his lover. Vexen's eyes fluttered, shivers of pleasure running up his spine. It felt amazing, this joining. Hot and deep inside his cold body. Lexaeus pressed his cheek to his chest as if there was still a heart to hear. Vexen held him tight and bounced slowly, moans rising and falling.
Blah blah blah, more poetic things describing sex which I found to be quite boring. CUT!
Marluxia: -snorts- Lazy brats.
They cried out the other's name as they climazed into white oblivion, falling back to the sheets relaxed and limber. Vexen's eyes opened first, gazing down into the face of his beloved Lexaeus lost in sweet affections.
Zexion: So, Larxene, anywhere named that in the Dark City?
Lexaeus: ...What?
Marluxia: You were absent, you missed it.
Larxene: -puts a finger to her chin thoughtfully- Sweet Affections, Sweet Affections... Oh! It's a store that sells sex toys. -shrugs nonchalantly-
Vexen: WHAT.
Marluxia: -smirks- Like I said, you missed it.
No longer tense and stressed but relaxed and full. Happy. Content.
Vexen: Except I'm quite clearly not and am impossible of it, both because of the OOCness of this badfic and because I LACK A ******** HEART.
Marluxia: Zexion, I will not hesitate to use brute force to take that gag from you.
Zexion: -dully- Yes you will.
Marluxia: Oh? -quirks eyebrow- What makes you so sure?
Zexion: -sighs before he suddenly stands up, goes to Marluxia- This. -suddenly straddles his lap, grabs his chin, and pulls him up in a full-on make out kiss-
Lexaeus: -gapes-
Larxene: -grins and snaps a picture-
Voxden: HEY! No photography!
Ienzo: HEY! That's my Nobody you're snogging! -fumes-
Zexion: -finally pulls back and returns to his own seat, smirking-
Marluxia: -left gaping-
Larxene: Oooooh, Mar... -snaps fingers in front of his face-
Vexen: That was disgusting.
Zexion: But effective.
Yes, Vexen smiled, it was nice to just relax in his arms. Kissing the warm might of the earth wrapped tight in that blanket of tranquility.
Larxene: You have dirt in your bed? Nasty.
His soul warm and whole. He didn't need a heart. He had all he needed right here..
Vexen: Bullshit!
Lexaeus: It's over, there's no need to concern yourself over it any more...
Zexion: -already up and leaving-
Lexaeus: Zexion, wait! -follows after- You can't be serious about what you just-
Ienzo: -bolts out of booth and shrieks- What was that about!?
Zexion: Dammit, I'm going to be bothered about this for a while.
Vexen: -snorts- It's your own fault.
Larxene: -walks past with a smirk and dragging Marluxia along- Oh, but I don't think Mar is complaining.
