Chapter: 004: The Apology (XXX)

Chapter: 004: The Apology

Location: Dark Forest

Characters: Lexaeus, Zexion, Marluxia

Ratings/Warnings: NC-17, smut

Summary: Zexion and Lexaeus... discuss what happened to Marluxia, who makes a brief appearance.

Chapter 004 : Dark Forest - The Apology. (XXX)

Zexion was watching Lexaeus with eyes that spoke volumes. His entire body said "You've done something interesting... I want to know what it is."

He said nothing, choosing instead to quietly examine the insect Lexaeus had brought to him. "Pretty, but non-venomous, and really rather useless. Your point?"

"Just to see," Lexaeus watched him closely, waiting. Soon he would ask. Very soon.

"Where did you find it?"

Ah. Subtle. So very subtle. Zexion was always subtle, always careful, never giving any hint as to what he ever wanted to know.

"By a spring," Lexaeus responded, carefully vague.

"By yourself?"

"Of course not. To go into this wood alone is utter folly." The larger man shifted his weight. "Is this an inquisition?"

"If it was an inquisition, I would have hot irons," Zexion responded, eyes snapping a brighter blue.

"That might be interesting," Lexaeus deadpanned, chewing down a smirk as Zexion's eyes flashed again.

"You were with...?" His voice was dangerously soft now, as if he already knew the answer, and Lexaeus allowed a faint smile to touch his lips. The younger man sounded possessive, angry, thinking that Marluxia- who, after all, had attempted to assault him- would approach his Lexaeus.

Lexaeus did so enjoy that side of Zexion. "Marluxia," he said, crossing his arms quietly. "We had to... discuss some things."

Now it was Zexion's turn to arch an eyebrow. Lexaeus said nothing, and, with dawning recognition, a smug look spread across the Schemer's face. "I see. You'd heard."

There was no embarrassment- Lexaeus knew there wouldn't be. He was Zexion's protector, and in return...

Well. The rewards were great.

Judging by the way Zexion's eyes narrowed lazily, he may yet reap some of those rewards that day. "I heard. And he must be reminded that he is not our lord and master anymore. If, indeed, he ever was. In fact, he has something to say to you..." Lexaeus raised his head to look over some shrubbery and looked pleased.

Zexion turned, frowning, to watch as Marluxia made his way towards the pair of them. Lexaeus was utterly amused with the way the neophyte moved- slowly, limpingly, as if he ached in every cell.

Good.

"What do you want, Marluxia?" Zexion frowned, pulling himself to as full a height as he could manage. "We are in the middle of a discussion."

"It is necessary," the Assassin insisted, looking over Zexion's shoulder at Lexaeus. "Very necessary."

"Very well," Zexion snapped, giving him a slight glare. "Hurry up, then."

"I have to apologize," he said, after a long moment. His voice was very strangled. "I do. Truly. What I did was... unacceptable. Please accept my... most humble apologies."

"Is there anything else?" Lexaeus rumbled, reaching out to put a hand on Zexion's shoulder, making certain Marluxia noted, once again, just how large he was.

"It will not happen again," Marluxia hastened to add. "Of course."

"Of course," Zexion, with a faintly bemused expression, nodded. "Is that all?"

Marluxia stared past him for another moment, and Lexaeus just gave him a smirk. Taking that as a sign, Number Eleven gave a slight, rigid bow, and quickly stalked off.

Or rather, he tried to stalk off. It didn't work too well.

After Marluxia had walked (very stiff-leggedly) off, Zexion looked up at Lexaeus, and finally let a hint of a smile touch his lips. "What did you do this time, hm?"

"You assume I've done something." Lexaeus watched Marluxia's retreating back until it was swallowed by foliage.

"Always," Zexion reached out a hand to trace one of the muscles along Lexaeus' forearm. The larger man closed his eyes and savored the feeling.

"Hm. Ingrate."

Zexion laughed, the sound low in his throat. "So tell me, Lexaeus... what did you do to him?"

"Something suitable for threatening you," Lexaeus' hand squeezed his shoulder possessively. "I reminded him that we should work together as a team... and that he is no longer the strongest among us."

Zexion made a soft sound in the back of his throat that was almost a purr. "And you didn't invite me to watch?"

"It was a... spur of the moment thing." Lexaeus let his free hand work its way into Zexion's hair, and he pulled the smaller man close. He liked the way the Illusionist smelled, dark and clean- nothing like Marluxia, who was much too floral in his scent for the Silent Hero.

Zexion was also much more responsive than Marluxia, which, while unsurprising, pleased him even more than teaching the Assassin the much-needed lesson in manners. He only had to rest one hand here and let his fingers brush there just so, and Zexion was limp in his arms, moaning.

Zexion might command him, yes... But Lexaeus held some true power in the relationship.

He idly let his fingers trail, gaze turning just a touch distant. Relationship, hm. I suppose that is what we have. Despite... everything. How odd. For such non-existent beings, we certainly still form... attachments.

He rested his chin in Zexion's hair. He knew the smaller man was none-too-pleased about their sudden "outed" status- not that most of the Organization didn't realize that they were joined at the hip, and had probably assumed that they were fucking as well... to be blunt.

Well, it was certainly true... but did it go deeper than that?

Lexaeus cursed his lack of a heart, though always silently, and always so no one else could ever pick up on it. He never dwelt on it for long, merely a few seconds to throw him off of his train of thought. Long enough to distract him briefly- then he would jam the thought to the back of his mind, and forget about it for a few days, a week, even a month.

But it would always resurface.

He was about to start to brood on that subject, when teeth bit at his throat. He pulled back, looking down at Zexion, who was smirking at him with a positively impish expression. "I don't like being ignored," he said, smirking.

"I wasn't ignoring you," Lexaeus dropped his hand to the small of Zexion's back. "Shall I focus all of my attention on you?"

"Please do," Zexion said, in the way that "please" was not a plea at all, but an order.

Lexaeus chuckled and easily picked Zexion up, cradling him in his arms like a child. He moved off a little further from the camp, avoiding the spring where he had taken Marluxia, and found another seep, surrounded by glacial boulders and large hemlocks.

It was idyllic.

***

A single touch, and the rock was slightly yielding. Nothing like the clay that had trapped Marluxia, but no longer so hard it would bruise his slender lover.

Not that Zexion would probably complain...

Instead, the Schemer made a pleased sound as his back encountered the softer rock, and an even more pleased sound when Lexaeus settled his weight over him. "Much better," he said, reaching up to unzip Number Five's coat. "But it could be even moreso."

"Even better?" Lexaeus allowed him to remove the coat, pulling away to shrug it off.

"Oh, yes," Zexion's eyes were half-closed, tongue flicking out over his lips. "Definitely."

Since no further hints were forthcoming, save for the hungry look in Zexion's eyes, Lexaeus figured he should completely undress. No one would interrupt here, plus it would please Zexion, which, in turn, would cause Zexion to please him.

It was delightful how these things worked.

Zexion sat up as Lexaeus dropped his pants, his expression absolutely devious. "Come back here," he murmured, reaching for him. "This rock is cold."

Leaning down over him, the larger man chuckled. "Of course," he said, leaning in to kiss him gently. I live to serve.

He'd said it before- it wasn't necessarily true, but it made Zexion happy.

In moments, Zexion's own coat was undone and off, and his pants open. Lexaeus took a moment to simply admire him- he always did. Zexion was quite lovely- some might even call him beautiful. And with the muted green light of the hemlock grove spilling over his pale skin, which contrasted nicely with the lithic rock he lay on, Lexaeus would call him beautiful.

"Come back here," Zexion repeated, reaching for him. "And you won't tease me this time..."

Lexaeus started to chuckle, large hands splaying across his hips. "I won't?" He bent his head, lips brushing across Zexion's chest. "I must have missed that when it first crossed my mind..."

"Ah." Zexion's eyes closed as Lexaeus' thumb moved close enough to brush over his stirring erection. "You did. Yes."

"Of course..." Lexaeus paused, realizing his error in the fact that he had no proper lubrication. "Hm."

Zexion's eyes half-opened, and he grabbed Lexaeus' hand. "Don't get up," he hissed, pulling his hand up. "Don't you dare."

Lexaeus let his own eyes half-close, looking at Zexion from under his lashes. "As you wish," he murmured, pressing two fingers to his lips. "Then you'll have to do some work..."

Zexion merely snorted, parting his lips without argument and allowing Lexaeus to push the fingers inside. The smaller man had a very talented tongue- not surprising, considering his verbal skill. He shuddered as that tongue passed over his fingers in long sweeps.

It was so very tempting to pull his hand away, yank Zexion to his feet and force him to his knees before him. The mental image was delicious, the desire almost too strong.

He pulled his hand away quickly, pushing Zexion flat with his other hand. "Spread your legs," he said, voice even hoarser than usual. "And relax."

Licking his lips, Zexion settled himself back onto the rock, following the orders given. "Hurry up," he said, and Lexaeus knew it was so he could still feel in control of the situation, despite their positions. Zexion always had to have control, even when it was in Lexaeus' hands.

Fortunately, Lexaeus understood, and leaned into nuzzle the smaller man. "Of course," he murmured, pressing the spit-slick fingers into him without hesitation. He used to take this so slowly, so afraid of hurting the younger man, but Zexion always grew impatient, imagining that Lexaeus was patronizing him.

Sometimes Lexaeus figured Zexion was a bit of a masochist, enjoying the pain Lexaeus would cause him.

Why am I not surprised?

When Zexion began to rock his hips up against Lexaeus' hand- always so impatient, Zexion was- he pulled his hand away and knelt between his spread thighs, pushing into him quickly before he had any chance to tense up.

He tensed up anyway, after Lexaeus was inside of him. He always did. It was a painful and delightful sensation for Lexaeus himself, feeling the tight muscles constrict and relax in an arrhythmic fashion around him. "Relax," he ground out, feeling himself already close to the edge.

Power did that to him. Power and the fact that anyone- anyone- would dare to threaten what was rightfully his. Lexaeus was a calm, steady fighter, with a nasty, hidden streak of possessiveness.

Sometimes, he wasn't even sure that Zexion knew about it. He was always tempted to keep it hidden, and usually succeeded. As Zexion relaxed around him finally, he closed his eyes and started to roll his hips slowly, trying to ensure that he drew this out at least a little.

Zexion's blunt nails flying up to bite into his back helped by distracting him slightly. "Don't tease me," he said, and Lexaeus was sure it was supposed to be a command, a growl, and not a whispered plea, as it was closer to.

"As you wish," Lexaeus said, and started to move faster, harder. It was, after all, what he wanted, too. "Zexion," he added, just to hear his name, just to say it, just to know exactly who it was he was with at the moment.

"Lexaeus," Zexion responded, eyes closing, body arching to meet his. Yes, this was better, this was much better than Marluxia. Zexion was so much warmer, so much more responsive to him. And Marluxia had been tight, yes, but he hadn't known just how to clench his muscles there and didn't know that Lexaeus enjoyed it when teeth nipped at his earlobe, and when nails raked down his back to dig, just slightly, into his buttocks.

Zexion knew all of this, because Zexion was the closest thing to perfect a Nobody could achieve.

"Lexaeus," Zexion moaned, unable to say more, leg hooking high around his waist. "Lexaeuss..."

"Yes," Lexaeus all but purred in his ear, shifting so that Zexion's weeping erection was trapped between them. "That's right."

With a sound almost like a snarl, Zexion twisted and bit down on Lexaeus' shoulder to stop from crying out as that slight touch sent his orgasm slamming into him. Lexaeus groaned, feeling his own release rising in him, his hands tightening on Zexion's hips to the point where they'd leave bruises.

Zexion shuddered around him, clinging tightly as Lexaeus spilled himself into him. "Oh, yes," he was mumbling. "Yes. Yes."

Lexaeus managed to keep himself from collapsing onto him, holding himself up on shaking arms. He made to pull away, but Zexion wrapped both legs and arms around him, pulling him close. "Stay," he demanded.

Lexaeus' lips twitched, and he pulled back only enough to settle comfortably to one side, then put his arms around Zexion. "As you wish," he murmured, because it was as close to "I love you" as a Nobody could get.