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Incomplete- This calls for the PANTSU ICON

When: Tonight (July 2nd)
Rating: *shrug* PG-13?
Characters: Larxene and Marluxia
Summary: See this thread. Larx is trying to see how far she can get with Marluxia. I don't think Marluxia's amused, but I'm not good at summaries...

Log: Larxene tried to get rid of her smirk before she called up the darkness to transport her to Marluxia's place. She thought this would have been more difficult.
"Where are you, dear~?"

((I STILL feel inadequate next to your posts XP gimme some time to get the creative juices flowing and I'll do better.))

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Marluxia yawned to himself as he dismissed the flower he'd been crafting in the space before him. Boring, boring.. Axel had barely been able to leave a scratch on him and he began to wish he'd let the idiot do that..

Oh well. He'd gotten his message across. With a shrug, he blinked as he heard Larxene's voice and remained sprawled on the bed he was occupying.. Superior had another though where HE was remained a mystery. He hoped he was getting him something deicious to eat, he wasn't going to bother with cooking if he could help it, not that he would need it.

Smirking to himself, Marluxia waved a hand, sending a trail of rosebud covered shadowy vines sprouting from the ground and into the hallway, their make as such to not damage their surroundings and circling Larxene gracefully, before vanishing. The shadows would hopefully leave a scent for her to follow though he wasn't entirely sure why she was here.

Where else would I be.. was what he didn't say, and he continued laying on the bed, head turnin a bit to acknowledge her presence, before closing as he moved his arms behind his head calmly.

"Eager aren't you..." he let his words trail off, a smirk passing his lips as he recalled the journal conversation. The means of communication, which.. sat open, displaying the contents of the page and the comments from moments ago on it's screen.

Larxene followed the vines to Marluxia's room.
"Thought I'd better get here before you changed your mind~" She sat on the bed next to him, let one of her hands stray a little too close under the pretense of holding herself up. "You're looking good today."

((... and I've only got a little under a half hour))

He knew what she was up to, but maintained his calm. It wasn't like she could get very far with him, though he had to admit, the teasing would be well-worth it.. if she could make it interesting enough.

"I rather like my mind where it is." he replied silkilly, before raising a hand to clamp down on her wrist, blue eyes darkened with a silent questin of 'what do you want?'

He had time for games, but like hell was she going to be allowed take advantage of that.

"Good," Larxene purred, not trying to get her wrist free just yet. The answer to his question was fairly clear, 'I just want to see what I can get from you', no need to pretend- and she wasn't so sure now it would go as well as she thought, but there was no backing out on the game once you'd started playing.
Her first move would be fairly daring, considering that Marluxia never seemed interested before. She leaned down, planting her lips firmly on his.

He hadn't been expecting this.

A when he did realise what she was doing, he could have rolled his eyes- and he did. Of ALL the things in the world you could think of doing right now, you fool, he wanted to say, but his lips were preoccupied being pasted closed.

An eyebrow twitched and he released the hold on her wrist, letting his hand go up to her lower arm and elbow, curling his fingers around there and smirking darkly through the kiss.

She wanted a kiss, did she? He'd make sure she'd never need one from him again.

He didn't kiss her back just yet, allowing her to pull back. Remaining where he was, expression deadpanned, he paused, before letting his lips curl into a vicious looking grin, eyes flashing.

"Fool." he hissed.

In a matter of seconds, Larxene would find herself being surrounded by vines of shadows that would erupt from the ground, grabbing her by her ankles and wrists and flinging her down against the bed, which Marluxia then moved off of.

Once that was accomplished, he sat on the edge Larxene had occupied not more than a few moments ago, watching calmly as the vines circled around her neck, and he remained where he was, watching her expression hange.

Would she feign fear? Anger? Worry? All of it? Ah, she was a lovely thing, if just a bit too sadistic for her own good. But then he supposed, that's really what put her above them all. Something like this, she should have seen coming.

And with a clench of his fist, the vines would begin to tighten, cutting off her air, but not toomuch- he didn't want her dead-- and also binding down the wrists she would probably be trying to move to free herself.

The entire time, he didn't even flinch, even as it became apparent his companion was suffering.

With a slow smile spreading across his lips, he moved, so that he was on all fours, gracefully moving over her struggling form and gently moved gloved hand to the side of her face, relaxing the hold of the shadow vines a he looked at her with mock-sympathy.

"Does it hurt..?" he asked her in a seemingly genuine concerned tone. Then, he leaned down and moved so that his face was just inches away from her mouth.

His smile was so vicious, it could have been a madman's.

"I hope it does."

With that, he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against the side of her mouth, releasing the hold of the vines to loosen a little and smirking as he traced a hand down the side of her face.

"... I told you." another softer kiss. "I'm in a very good mood."

Larxene's eyes widened as the vines tightened around her neck. If she could breathe, she'd be screaming obscenities at him for pulling such a lousy trick, but as it was she was reduced to gasping uselessly for air and struggling against the shadow vines. Caught off guard and helpless- the position she hated most to be in.

"You could have fucking killed me!" she snarled hoarsely at him as soon as she was able to speak again.

It would have been beautiful, really, had she not been the target. She couldn't help but admire him for it- but damn it all, why her?

He only smiled in return, had she been expecting some sort of -romantic confession-? She should have known he would do something like that, and it disappointed him to hear her outburst. Really, he expected more from her.

"And that is a surprise why..?" he asked her coolly, dismissing the summoned vines and sliding back, though he didn't move off her.

His hand playing with a tendril of hair by her cheek, he smirked at her.

".. Why Larxene, you look positively flushed. Was I too much for you?" he asked her in mock-concern, malice dancing in his eyes. Oh, yes. Fun.

He knew they could do it so much more gracefully. Of course, the word for now was exciting.

"I- I don't think I earned that," Larxene said acidly.
She swatted his hand away from her face, glaring at him. The game was ruined now; she certainly couldn't think of following through on her original intentions.
Sitting up, she seized his wrist and sent a sharp pulse of electricity through- one that would definitely hurt a bit.
"I'll show you 'too much'..." she hissed. "Or~ maybe I shouldn't. Knowing you, you'd enjoy it."

That was the entire idea of doing what he had. Marluxia wasn't really one for intimacy and when he did even -bother- with it, it had a purpose behind it that wasn't usually in the other's best interest.

However, when she grabbed his wrist and sent the electrical charge through him, Marluxia did stffen- yes, that hurt, it shone in his eyes.. however, his gaze darkened considerably and he jerked his hand free, clutching it in the other. The cover of his gloves had insulated quite a bit of the shock, but the pulse had been bad enough to cause pain. Hissing under his breath, he turned on her- grinning immediately.

"You know me so well, princess." he retaliated with mock-affection in his voice. Then, he rolled his eyes at her, grin fading and moving a hand up to brush his hair back, wincing when his arm still jolted in pain.

"With a companion like you, who needs enemies." he scoffed. He remained where he was, though, making sure to keep her pinned beneath him.

"You should have seen that coming. Or did you forget I don't do the whole mongrel and weed's mating season play?" and here was where there was some sincerity in his gaze though, as he refused to speak the words aloud. Not with those that don't need to be put through that. You should have known you weren't one of them..

He left that part unsaid, hoping to express the displeasure through his gaze alone. However, he did draw back, sitting up, then moving so that he could sit on the edge of the bed, his back to her.

"If you want to pretend you have urges like them, then go ahead. But don't expect me to take you where I don't want to." his meaning was clear. He wasn't going to pretend with Larxene, even if he'd had the desires. He didn't, that was the thing. He may have flaunted them, done them for a mockery.. but it meant nothing. And he was absolutely certain that beneath the games, Larxene had definitely hoped she could 'remember' some more. He wasn't going to trick her like that. Not when he couldn't even trick himself.

Not that he'd ever want to.

Looking over his shoulder, he glanced at her.

"Sit up or you'll choke yourself again." Marluxia, you almost sounded sincere. he found himself thinking. Then, with an almost cruel smirk, he added, "Unless you want me to take advantage of your oh-so-luscious-limbs. like the mongrel would like." There we go, Marluxia thought. All kindness eliminated.

Larxene propped herself up, back to Marluxia, still breathing hard from being nearly strangled. "Fuck that, it's no fun now."

She should have seen that one coming. Marluxia didn't want anything to do with acting human, wasn't that it?
There remained a few memories, and acting on them gave her something to do- at least she didn't believe she actually felt (like a certain delusional redhead.)

"You know..." she didn't look at him, thinking out loud more than anything, "we don't have emotions, and really that's an advantage if you ask me, but I don't see any reason we shouldn't have 'urges' as you call them. These are mostly functional human bodies, right? I've just been testing a theory ... Whatever. I'm leaving."

He didn't, that was the thing. If there was one thing Marluxia hated feeling, it was the feeling of weakness that came from feeling what he would feel, if he remembered it.

His hands moving to his sides, Marluxia lowered his head, a thoughtful expression coming onto his face as he listened to Larxene's words, back still to her.

Yes, there was no doubt that there were urges, but they didn't mean anything and as far as he could remember, even when he -had- been able to feel, they were a pointless state of the body that required unneccesary effort.

He wasn't going to apologise to Larxene, though, she should have known better. He didn't say anything to her until she stated she was going to leave, before closing his eyes and smirking.

"Don't slam the door on your way out." he spoke mockingly, contemplating getting up as he said the words. However, as Larxene began to move, or not- before she could portal herself out anyway, Marluxia extended a hand and grabbed her by the upper arm, tugging her close up against him so that her upper body and his own were pressed against each other and he could look into her face. Marluxia hadn't ever feigned any sort of gentleness before and he wasn't intending to start, but as Larxene said..

Testing a theory.

Sliding a hand to her wrist to make sure she didn't hit him, he kept her close, brow furrowing as he thought about this, then wondered. Bodies. Heat. Them. Life.

Then, with a smirk, he whispered, "Attack me and I'll kill you, Larxene." he would, too. Even if she would protest, he moved his face closer and captured her mouth with his own. As she would have formerly learned, when -he- did it, it was perfectly fine. He made sure to force her mouth open with his lips and tongue and had she been any other girl, she may have even called this harassment.

But when neither himself or Larxene had any sort of guilt to feel.. what was the point in feigning worry for a virtue that wasn't theirs?

Nothing.

And when he broke the kiss, inhaling gently, watching his companion's every move and having made sure the kiss would have the same feel as the vines had - suffocatingly pleasant - he gazed at her, pausing, before shaking his head.

".. pity." was all he murmured, before releasing her waist and wrist, glancing away.

"Failed theory, Larxene." the amusement was back in his voice. ".. even my body has no desires." it was empty.. and it was wonderful in a way, if Larxene could feel it and he couldn't.

He wasn't weak.

Tilting his head to watch her, he breathed a small chuckle.

"There, there. I know I kiss better than you. You'll learn in time." he spoke in a mock-cajoling tone, moving a hand up to wipe the side of his mouth with his gloved fingers, and then released a loud sigh.

"Whatever. Guess we aren't as human as we thought. Unless.. you're feeling more than I." he turned away from her, standing up to stretch.

"By the way, Larxene." Arms raised above his head, he turned to face her so that she could see his profile.

"Had you felt anything and gone to someone else, I may have been very displeased." a smirk crossed his lips. ".. and the emphasis is on the may have been. I don't like people touching what's mine."

With that, he began to summon the shadows to travel away, the room was feeling too stuffy.

"Leave. I have a kitten to feed. Unless you'd like to feed the Superior." he smirked and turned around, his eyes flashing in a moment of seeming anger. He'd have enough ridiculousness for the day, and enough to have not wasted his time thinking about. His interest was wavering already.

Though her first impulse was to kiss him back- 'hmph, I could kiss so much better than him', Larxene made a point of remaining stiff and unresponsive until Marluxia was done- well, mostly; she did insist on biting his tongue lightly out of spite.

She didn't consider what desires she still remembered how to feel a weakness. What was the issue? They didn't get in the way when it counted.

"Failed? Hmm~ With you, maybe. And you called that a kiss? What a letdown~"
Larxene summoned her own portal to return home (hah, that "theory" worked just fine with Envy)- then changed her mind and directed it to the Underground instead.

Right now, hurting things was much more appealing.

((Done?))

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