Larxene: -smirking-
Demyx: -making noises of panic and trying to keep away from Larxene-
Larxene: So. Demyx. Looks like you've been trying to lay the moves on our lil' Zexy, hmm?
Demyx: -chokesputter- WHAT.
Larxene: You're sucking, by the way. I mean, Naminé, the wimpy little teenage girl, is getting laid quicker then you are.
Demyx: -going red- B-But I'm not hitting on Zexion!
Larxene: That's because you fail. -snerk- But if you really don't care about Zex liking you...
Demyx: I don't!
Larxene: Then you won't mind if Marluxia makes the moves instead.
Demyx: .... -goes pale- Marluxia's interested in Zexion?
Larxene: Duh. But since you're not, this shouldn't be a problem, right? -leers- -lightning sparks-
Demyx: -gulps-
Missing Nobodies return, arguing with each other
Vexen: That is the most ridiculous excuse for a concession stand I've ever-
Voxden: Blame Nadra! "Oooh, meat is so disgusting, we can't possibly have hotdo-"
Nadra: Do I have to shoot you in the kneecap again?
Nadra and Voxden return to the booth, still bickering, while Vexen and Zexion take their seats.
Chronophilia Complex:
A Little Bit of Chronophilia
A Little Bit of Chronophilia
Zexion: Sonovabitch!
Vexen: -twitches and glowers-
Demyx: Ack. No. Tell me that doesn't mean what I think it means.
Larxene: Oh, look, the shittily written smut chapter!
Zexion: Why does everything we spork have bad smut in it?
Zexion sat staring blankly at the window in his room. It was small... Too small to even fit his head through. And it was made of thick plastic.
Demyx: Hey, is this going to be one of those Chekhov Guns?
Zexion: I don't think the author is smart enough to know what those are.
Vexen: Demyx, how in the blazes do you know what a 'Chekhov Gun' even is?
He'd considered trying to break it and possibly take his life with any sharp piece he could manage
Demyx: Is it even possible to kill yourself with a piece of plastic?
Larxene: Oh yes. Would you care for a demonstration? -grins evilly-
Zexion: XII, stop tormenting him.
Larxene: I was thinking of stabbing Vexen, actually.
but he could only think back to that day Vexen nearly killed him. He hadn't wanted to die then. All his life he'd had a desire to die but that one day made him question that constant desire.
Zexion: Except it shouldn't. In fact, technically, he should already be dead.
Vexen: We know your issues with the psychology, Zexion. Do be-
Zexion: No one interrupts you when you're throwing a child's fit, Vexen-
Vexen: -sputters in rage-
Zexion: -ignores him- So I will complain if I so please!
He sat up in his bed as he heard the lock click and the door creak open. It was Vexen...
WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP! MICHAEL JACKSON ALERT!
Demyx: GAH! What the hell!?
Larxene: -bursts out laughing-
Voxden: Oops, sorry, that was me. I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?
Nadra: Now you're on button probation. Back away, before I get the gatling gun again.
Just who he expected to see. For the past two months he'd been there, Vexen came in right around dusk to talk to him. To "help" him.
Larxene: And by "help", we mean "molest him like the jailbait he is".
"Hello doctor..."
"Ah, a bitter mood again I see." Vexen smiled and pulled a chair along with him. "Haven't been thinking about ending it all again, have you? I might have to find you a room with a bigger window."
Demyx: I don't think you're supposed to joke about stuff like that to a mental health patient. You're not, right?
Zexion: Still questioning your methods, Vexen.
"Hilarious." Zexion narrowed his gaze on Vexen. "I've got a question for you today..."
"Alright." Vexen pulled out his clip board and a pen. "Ask away."
Demyx: -as Zexion- Can I not be molested today?
Larxene: -as Zexion- I can get away with killing you if I plead insanity and self-defense, right?
Zexion: -as himself- Who in Darkness' name gave you your doctor's license?
"Even after you realized you wanted to live... Did you still consider killing yourself?" Zexion looked up at Vexen before laying back on his bed.
Larxene: Oh, you're just asking for it now. -snickers-
"I mean... If you want to live but still want to kill yourself does that make you suicidal without just cause?"
Larxene: Huh, that sounds vaguely retarded.
Demyx: Oh, phew, I thought I was the only one who got confused with that.
Vexen: Isn't that a contradictory statement?
"What a beautiful question! Now you're starting to use your brain..."
Larxene: What are you, a highschool teacher? God, the flashbacks... -eyeroll-
Vexen: -glowers-
Demyx: -groans- Aw man, the idea of any of the Organization as a teacher sucks. I'd flunk everybody's classes.
Zexion: -gently places hand over Demyx's- I wouldn't fail you, Demyx.
Demyx: -smiles softly- Really?
-Moment of Heartwarming-
-a kunai suddenly embeds itself besides Demyx's head-
Demyx: -screams bloody murder and practically climbs onto Zexion-
Zexion: -smothered- XII!
Larxene: -bats eyelashes innocently- Oopsie daisy. My hand slipped.
Vexen: -facepalms- Damn kids and their hormones...
Vexen cleared his throat and paused in thought. "I don't suppose you can fully grasp this concept
Zexion: With all due respect, Vexen, crash and burn. -glares- Remember who won the small science contest Ansem held?
Vexen: -snarls and slams hand on armrest- That was a ridiculous affair that you won by pure trickery! It was favoritism, and that's a fact!
Larxene: -snaps fingers- Hey, Geeks, how about we keep on with the bad!fic and ignore your nerdy histories?
but many think of their own end as their way of leaving an impression on this world.
Demyx: ....Wait, you mean that's it? Even I can get that!
Larxene: This "No duh!" statement has been brought to you by Stupid Fic Author Inc! Bringing the really slow up to speed.
If they die memorably they will be remembered. Nobody wants to be forgotten...
Zexion: -dryly- Ba dum pish.
Vexen: And here we see the rare Good Line in its unnatural habit, the Bad Fic...
Zexion: It could have been better.
So in essence, being obsessed with one's death is more like being obsessed with how the world will remember you. And I don't think there is much wrong with that."
Larxene: Yeah, we kind of noticed when you tried to get Zexion to commit suicide.
Demyx: Hey, Vex? I really think you're in the wrong position.
Vexen: -bristles- Hey! What's that supposed to mean!?
Zexion: Oh, what are the layman's terms for it... Ah, I know. What he means, Vexen, is that the fic!you is out of his mind.
Zexion nodded quietly. "So what about you? When you're ready to die how will you do it?"
Demyx: I have a feeling this kind of conversation wouldn't be taking place in a normal hospital.
Zexion: Forget normal, if this place was even vaguely competent, this conversation wouldn't be taking place.
Vexen smirked and set aside his clip board. "So inquisitive this evening... I'm not rubbing off on you, am I?"
"God help me if you are. I can't handle any more insanity..."
Larxene: Hey, look! Some one recognizes the crazy, what do you know.
Zexion looked up at the ceiling. "Answer the question. I answer yours..."
Vexen stood and paced around the room. "I think I would start by letting loose all of the mental patients in this facility. Then, if none of them killed me I'd probably just jump off the roof..."
Vexen: Tch! Roof jumping, how pathetic. I surely wouldn't do something so, so... tasteless.
Zexion: Ah, allow me to guess: you'd prefer to use a poison of your own design that would infect anyone else who attempted to touch you?
Vexen: -almost fondly- You know me too well.
Zexion snickered. "You're an idiot."
Larxene: I concur!
He sat up and stared at Vexen. "When I die I want to hack into every television station in the world and show a video of me getting laid. Then right after that, a live showing of me killing myself. THAT is a way to get remembered...
Zexion: -sneers- That's pathetic, crude, and tasteless. If I'm going to kill myself, I'm going to be damned sure that the rest of the world truly feels the effects instead of just gossiping about a minor scandal such as that.
Demyx: You consider that minor?
Larxene: Hmmm, so what would our little genius do instead?
Zexion: Orchestrate it so that my death causes a worlds-wide war.
Too bad my first ******** would be my last. You know, if I don't count what my parents did to me."
"You're still a virgin?"
Zexion: Haven't we already established that I have been sexually abused and thus am not a virgin? This is ridiculous.
Voxden: Sit your a** down and spork your goddamn bad!fic.
Nadra: Do you want to be sued?
Vexen smirked and turned to face Zexion. "That's odd."
"******** you! No it isn't..."
Zexion: At least fic!me is showing some common sense.
Demyx: Yeah, Vexen, where are you from?
Zexion glared at Vexen before plopping back down on his pillow. "When you grow up hating that sort of thing, it's kind of obvious that you won't go out of your way to do it."
Larxene: Duh, Vexen. I guess you fail at being a psychologist just as much as you fail as you usually do.
Vexen: -growls- Take that back, you illiterate harlot-
Larxene: Why don't you come and say that to my face, you little-
Zexion: Children, please.
Vexen stepped toward Zexion quietly. "Well it doesn't always have to be painful. And it doesn't always have to feel wrong... In fact, quite the opposite. Sex is the best thing in the world..."
Larxene: Not like you'd know...
Zexion: Do we have to separate the two of you?
Zexion snickered. "That's a rather shallow minded thing to say for somebody as smart as you are."
Larxene: We're guessing at the smart bit, of course-
Vexen: -summons shield- Oh, that's-
Zexion: IT! Both of you, opposite sides of the theater, now.
"Ah, but it's the truth.
Zexion: Lies. Everyone, personal best thing, now.
Larxene: -sighs dreamily- Listening to Luxord's muffled protests while me and Marluxia- Oh, wait, something nonsexual? Well, that's easy. Others in pain, of course.
Demyx: Playing my sitar while everyone's just sitting around, relaxing. Or Naminé smiling. -grins- Don't see that everyday, y'know.
Vexen: Accomplishing a scientific achievement that everyone said was impossible. -smirks- And they said creating a replica was impossible...
Voxden: -groans- Meat. Glorious, juicy meat. God, I want a hamburger so bad now. I hate you, Nadra.
Nadra: -ignoring him- Harley motorcycles.
People market trivial things like tires or two percent milk and they use sex to sell it. We are a sex driven world my friend...
Zexion: Slightly more truthful, depending on where you are.
You can't escape it. Everywhere you go there is sex... So who are we to go against that?" Vexen chuckled and loomed over Zexion. "If you're ever in the mood for a lesson on how good sex can be, let me know."
Larxene: -cackles- Called it!
Zexion nodded slowly. "Alright. I... Wait! What!?" He sat up and stared at Vexen in disbelief. "You're joking!"
Vexen: -groans- Oh, how I wish.
"No I'm not." Vexen ran a finger along Zexion's cheek and down to his chin. He forced the younger man to look up at him. "You're very beautiful... I like that."
WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP! MICHAEL JACKSON ALERT!
Voxden: Ha, I didn't do it that time!
Nadra: You lying d**k, you pushed me!
"Oh my God! Marluxia was right all along!"
Larxene: -smugly- He and I usually are.
Vexen: -sneers-
Zexion: -glares at him- Not a peep out of you two regarding each other.
Zexion stood up and tried to get past Vexen but it was no use. "I think you should leave..."
Vexen: This bad!fic? Excellent idea, I think I shall.
Demyx: Wait, where would Zex go? Isn't the door closed and locked?
Vexen smirked and leaned down so that his face was inches from Zexion's. "Come now... You said you wanted my help.
Zexion: Despite popular believe, "Doctor", buttsex does not actually heal. Ever. In fact, it would probably cause even more psychological trauma, considering fic!me's past experiences.
Mental healing is best coupled with physical healing."
Larxene: Can I get a bullshit?
Everyone: Bullshit!
Demyx: And an Amen for good measure.
He leaned in closer. "You can't deny that you yourself have thought about going to bed with me. I can see that look in your eyes... Every time I take off my jacket or move a little too close you get that hungry look in your eyes."
Zexion: You're getting your urges confused. It's not a sexual look, but a homicidal one.
Zexion's eyes darted away from Vexen's, only to run back seconds later. "Shut up. That's disgusting!"
Larxene: Again, concurred. Who the hell would want to sleep with the old man over there?
Voxden: You're not familiar with his fangirls, are you?
"Is it?" Vexen smirked widely. "Sexual attraction is a natural thing. It occurs in nature every second. It occurs in the world of humans even more often."
Vexen slid a hand slowly up Zexion's chest. "I dare you, let me ******** you. You'll be lying if you say you don't like it..."
Zexion: Or you could just be in denial, the more logical and correct answer.
"Axel's right! You doctors just get us in a comfort zone and then try and get what you want from us!" Zexion growled low in his throat. "I'm not some fragile thing you can force into having sex with you..."
Zexion: -perks up-
Larxene: Whoa, you mean Zex might actually have a choice in the whole sex thing and will take the "******** no" option?
"It isn't forcing if you want me to... Think about it Zexion. How many times have you just looked at me and thought about what it would be like to be beneath me?
Zexion: I. Don't. Bottom.
You don't have to wonder. You can know." Vexen smiled as he could see the serious consideration cross his young patient's face. "I'm going to kiss you... You shouldn't stop me."
Vexen: -kerLEXICON'D!- OW! Sonova- I didn't even touch fic!you yet!
Zexion: That was merely a precautionary warning shot. Don't make me use the actual pages.
Larxene: -cackles- Do it again, do it again! -claps her hands-
Vexen pressed his mouth roughly against Zexion's and forced the younger man onto the bed. He quickly removed his coat and dropped it to the floor. If things kept going his way he wouldn't be needing it any time soon.
Larxene: Pffft, oh yeah, Vex is so lying about his sexual escapades in this.
Demyx: Huh? Why do you say that?
Larxene: What kind of sexual deviant leaves their coat just lying around, thinking they're not going to need it soon? Puh-lease.
Demyx: ....Do I even want to know what you're supposed to do with the coat?
Larxene: Let's just say that you should ask Luxord next time you see him... -smirks-
He grabbed Zexion's pants and tugged them down. Not even the slightest of struggles... He tore his mouth from the smaller man's and smiled wickedly. "Where's your fight?"
Zexion: See, the entire actions of this are rough and almost rape-like in execution. If I truly did have such a traumatic past, then I would certainly be putting up a fight. I threatened some one with a pen once, I'll do it again. -glower-
"Shut up and ******** me already!" Zexion reached out and tugged Vexen's pants down to reveal a pair of black boxers. He snickered. He was right after all… Vexen didn't wear tighty whities.
Vexen: -eyeroll- Of all the things to be thinking during a sexual encounter...
Larxene: Oh, it's going to be more then just a lil' sexual encounter, Vex. -snicker-
Demyx: -looking ill- Can we just skip this part, you guys?
Vexen's smile grew and he grabbed Zexion by his wrists. He threw the smaller man onto his hands and knees. It was then that his patient began to struggle and fight. "Ahh... What is with this sudden resistance?"
Zexion: I. Don't. Bottom! Tch, I do so hate repeating myself.
Zexion growled and tore from Vexen's grasp. "There's no way you're going any further without lubricant."
Demyx: Whoa, common sense in bad!fic. Get out the party stuff, guys.
Zexion grabbed Vexen and pulled him closer. He took the silk fabric of the doctor's boxers between his teeth and tugged at it until it fell and he could
The screen suddenly flickers and goes into a blue screen.
Demyx: Ah, the blue screen of death! My mortal enemy.
Larxene: Oh, goddammit, again!? WHAT GIVES, YOU TWO!?
Voxden: Nadra's having one of her "issues" again. -makes quote fingers-
Nadra: But it's disgusting! And badly written!
Voxden: Can you guys give us a min?
There's a moment of silence. Suddenly, bullets start bursting out from the walls of the booth, and there are a few minor explosions. The sporkers huddle together, shielded a la ice shield. The epic battle inside the booth goes on for a few more moments before silence again.
Voxden: -steps out of the booth looking ruffled up, covered in soot on some places, and with his glasses missing a lense- Ok, yeah, she won. b***h. -pouts- I got to convince her to show a couple clips, 'tho.
Snap!
"I've been ready..."
Larxene: -facepalm- You're kidding me. God, we're using cliche one-liners. I'm embarrassed to be in here now.
Clip!
He continued to thrust deeper and harder, hungry for the bliss he was regretfully dependent on.
Larxene: -slams palm onto armrest and stands up- Again with the ******** red pen! You picky b*****d, Zexion!
Zexion: -caps red pen and looks smug-
Demyx: Wait, that line almost makes it seem like, I don't know, Vexen is some sort of sex fiend. -makes a face-
Vexen: -groans and sinks into his chair- Kingdom Hearts, I haven't been this bastardized in character since that one idiotic fic with Lexaeus and I.
Blah, blah, talk, sex, yada yada.
"V-vexen! ********!" Zexion moaned loudly and gripped the sheets on his bed tightly. His knuckles were entirely white from trying to brace himself and the bed was convulsing under their weight and motion. "W-we gotta move. This bed will break..."
Demyx: -twitches- Jeez, what are you guys doing to make a bed break!?
Zexion: -goes to steal script from the booth and returns- Hm, nothing that bad. In fact, it's rather tame. Nothing a dozen other fics haven't done before.
Larxene: -leaves her corner of the theater to peer over his shoulder- Damn, you're right. Either the hospital just has shitty funding, or the author has no idea how hardcore awesome sex works.
Vexen: And I suppose you do?
Larxene: Remember that one meeting where Luxord asked for a new bed and you asked how the hell he could break something with a steel frame...?
Demyx: -plugs ears- LA LA LA LA, CAN'T HEAR YOU, LET'S DO MORE SPORKING PLEASE.
Vexen chuckled and pulled out of Zexion. His patient let out the most tortured whimper as he did so. "I'll bend you over anything... Find something suitable by your standards."
Larxene: Ooooh, aren't you just the naughty one, Vexie?
Vexen: -snarls- You ill-tempered, sex-driven-
Zexion: When did I say you two could leave your corners? Do I have to bring Lexaeus in here? I'll bring him in, don't make me do it.
Cut!
"Just shut up and ******** me buddy... I'm not asking for idle chit chat."
Zexion: ...Buddy?
Demyx: That's an Axel word, not a Zexion word.
KaSLICE!
His breath was raged and Vexen knew it was only a matter of time before Zexion lost control and reached his climax. "How you holding out, kid?"
Demyx: Raged?
Zexion: I'm angry right now, and for completely understandable reasons.
Vexen: -looking disgusted- "Kid"?
Larxene: I think our little bad!fic author got you confused with Xigbar.
"Sh-shut up! Damn! Just when I start to enjoy myself you open up your ******** mouth!"
Larxene: See, that's why I use a gag when listening to Luxord b***h and moan, although the moaning bit isn't that bad.
Zexion clenched his fists and let out tiny cries as Vexen's thrusts became shorter and more violent. "Gonna bust your load, Doc?"
Zexion: Again with the ineloquent, ridiculous slang language. I think we can all agree that isn't truly me.
Demyx: I'm stickin' with the theory that it's Axel in a cosplay of you and Xigbar in a cosplay of Vexen.
Larxene: I bet that helps you sleep at night, hm, Dem? -smirks- I bet it must be awkward seeing your-
Demyx: -points at the screen- LOOK! Stuff is happening!
Vexen laughed and bit roughly on Zexion's shoulder. "Not before you kid, are you joking?"
"We'll see about that." Zexion pulled away from Vexen and smirked. He threw a wild gaze over his shoulder at the older man as he crouched in an almost animalistic manner. He turned and launched himself at the doctor and knocked him onto his back. Vexen seemed shocked and confused. He took this as his chance to pin the doctor to the floor. Once he had done so he licked a trail up Vexen's neck to his ear and chuckled. "Are you ready?"
Zexion: I barely have an idea of what happened, but it seems clumsily written and all in all idiotic.
Larxene: This whole fic is idiotic.
Before Vexen could reply he felt Zexion lowering himself down until he filled the boy's core with his throbbing appendage.
Larxene: -giggles- "Throbbing appendage", ********. The things these idiot badfic writers put down. Don't worry, kiddies, this is the internet! You can actually say things like "c**k" or "p***s".
CUT!
Vexen chuckled and thrust as hard as he could into Zexion without losing control of himself. Finally he felt Zexion's release, the boy's core pulsating around him...
Zexion: That doesn't make any sense whatsoever.
Demyx: -snickers- "Core"...
Snip-Snap!
Without another word, he stood and quickly dressed leaving Zexion to tend to himself.
Larxene: Emo moment in 3...
Demyx: 2...
Zexion: -sigh- 1.
Zexion lay on the cold hard floor motionless. He felt used... Just like he had all those times before with his parents and their friends. Only this time it was different. It hurt him... Not physically but mentally.
Zexion: -rolls his eyes- Oh, yes, because being sexually abused by one's parents wouldn't count as emotional abuse as well. [/sarcasm]
Demyx: Man, I was just a bard before, but even I know that this bad!fic author's Doing It Wrong.
It hurt him because he felt like Vexen cared where his parents hadn't.
Larxene: Are you ******** kidding. He tried to push you out the window!
Zexion: They're using Twilight logic.
Vexen: Clearly, emotional and sexual abuse means twu luv! -sneers and rolls eyes-
He knew Vexen didn't care because he'd told him often that he didn't care. Still, it felt like he cared.
Demyx: What?
And yet he used him. Used his body for pleasure. But Zexion enjoyed it too and that made it hurt worse. He lay there quietly shaking and sobbing. When an orderly came by and ordered lights out he only stayed motionless and quiet. Eventually sleep took him but all he could dream about was the image of Vexen exiting that room and then blackness...
Larxene: Awwww, lookit the little emo OOC clone b***h! Let's throw rocks at it.
Zexion: For once, Larxene, I concur.
Nadra: No breaking the screens, you ********]
Voxden: Yeah! We still have the next chapter to do! -grins-
Larxene: Sonovabitch.
