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[March 11th] [Kingdom Hearts] Theme 11.
Title; once the words are spoken, something may be broken
Day; March 11th
Series; Kingdom Hearts
Characters; Marluxia, Vexen
Rating; M
Note; This piece is actually a manuscript, so please bear with the lack of format. I added a sentence here or there just to make certain that you could at all follow without images.
Most of the time even looking his way rewards me with a sneer, or involuntary shudder. Mere presence can make him tense up, as if he knows me by scent.
Not today.
I touch him. He doesn't cringe, or even move at all. He's not even working. Unprecedented. I whisper his name - never his numeral - but he doesn't react.
So I keep touching him.
I can't see his expression, but I can hear his breath; can feel his heartbeat against my lips where I press them to his neck. Am I fondling a doll? A dead replica?
That's better. Much better, in fact. But he's not whimpering, he's not struggling, and it bothers me. He is taking it, almost as if he couldn't feel it at all.
He frustrates me.
A man of such power. Such knowledge. Just lying there, staring blankly at me as if what I do means nothing. Nothing at all.
But it does.
He tastes cold and metallic and I suck the breath out of his lungs from the force of our kiss.
And then he touches me. Long, spindly hands moving across my back. Grasping at my shoulder-blades. And his warm tongue meets mine. And his legs-
I can feel his hips - only bone - bite against my own. The fingers in my hair.. How long has it been since someone last burrowed their hands into it? Held firm my neck and tickling the auburn strands?
'Make love to me,' he tells me. Prompts me. His breath is unsteady by my ear.
So I do.
Vexen is a man. You don't make love to men. You rumble, or you screw, or you bang them, or you fuck them. And yet I find myself making love to him. I keep him on his back throughout, so that I can see his face. And he mine. Relish the changes.
His cock is hard and erect between our bodies. Unprecedented. He moves. He meets me. He reacts. And I admit to only myself that it's amazing to watch him come alive and work beneath me.
'M- Ma- '
And then he comes. His thick, hot seed proof of it, smearing between us as I keep moving.
'Marluxia.'
I've heard him say my name before.
But never quite like that.
When I leave him, he's not curled up on his side, sobbing. Nor is he staring blankly at the wall. I leave him sleeping peacefully. His face blank of emotion once again. And as I walk I realise I don't quite know if I won or lost this time. I go to him, he struggles, I take what's mine, and I leave - and so I have won. But even with the changes of tonight I don't feel as if I lost something. Perhaps, I think to myself, I should re-evaluate my previous victories.
Because his voice is still ringing in my ears.
Day; March 11th
Series; Kingdom Hearts
Characters; Marluxia, Vexen
Rating; M
Note; This piece is actually a manuscript, so please bear with the lack of format. I added a sentence here or there just to make certain that you could at all follow without images.
Most of the time even looking his way rewards me with a sneer, or involuntary shudder. Mere presence can make him tense up, as if he knows me by scent.
Not today.
I touch him. He doesn't cringe, or even move at all. He's not even working. Unprecedented. I whisper his name - never his numeral - but he doesn't react.
So I keep touching him.
I can't see his expression, but I can hear his breath; can feel his heartbeat against my lips where I press them to his neck. Am I fondling a doll? A dead replica?
That's better. Much better, in fact. But he's not whimpering, he's not struggling, and it bothers me. He is taking it, almost as if he couldn't feel it at all.
He frustrates me.
A man of such power. Such knowledge. Just lying there, staring blankly at me as if what I do means nothing. Nothing at all.
But it does.
He tastes cold and metallic and I suck the breath out of his lungs from the force of our kiss.
And then he touches me. Long, spindly hands moving across my back. Grasping at my shoulder-blades. And his warm tongue meets mine. And his legs-
I can feel his hips - only bone - bite against my own. The fingers in my hair.. How long has it been since someone last burrowed their hands into it? Held firm my neck and tickling the auburn strands?
'Make love to me,' he tells me. Prompts me. His breath is unsteady by my ear.
So I do.
Vexen is a man. You don't make love to men. You rumble, or you screw, or you bang them, or you fuck them. And yet I find myself making love to him. I keep him on his back throughout, so that I can see his face. And he mine. Relish the changes.
His cock is hard and erect between our bodies. Unprecedented. He moves. He meets me. He reacts. And I admit to only myself that it's amazing to watch him come alive and work beneath me.
'M- Ma- '
And then he comes. His thick, hot seed proof of it, smearing between us as I keep moving.
'Marluxia.'
I've heard him say my name before.
But never quite like that.
When I leave him, he's not curled up on his side, sobbing. Nor is he staring blankly at the wall. I leave him sleeping peacefully. His face blank of emotion once again. And as I walk I realise I don't quite know if I won or lost this time. I go to him, he struggles, I take what's mine, and I leave - and so I have won. But even with the changes of tonight I don't feel as if I lost something. Perhaps, I think to myself, I should re-evaluate my previous victories.
Because his voice is still ringing in my ears.