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Title: Double Jeopardy
Author:
fromherashes
Rating: R, possibly light NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, non-con themes, language
Summary: Written for July 2nd prompt #33 - Marluxia/Axel: Aphrodisiac - "A rose by any other name would smell so sweet"
A/N: I didn't sign up to write this, but neither did anyone else last I checked (I currently have spotty, slow internet access), and I was suddenly bit by the plot. Hopefully no one will mind a little unexpected kinking?
"Get in his good graces. Do whatever you have to do to find out what it is that he's planning. Your loyalty is not in doubt, nor will it be while you do this-- just find out what he's doing."
Axel had nodded, promised to get some kind of results, but even as the door closed behind him, he was already panicking. Marluxia didn't even *like* him. It was rare that the man acknowledged his existence, much less thought anything good of him and he was supposed to spy on him? And not only spy on him, but spy on him from the inside, as one of his trusted? Absolutely impossible. Absolutely completely impossible. How could he get a man who thought he was an idiot (though Axel had some choice words to say about Marluxia's own intelligence, if he thought he could move against the rest of them) to not only think him capable, but think him capable enough to trust him into his confidence with what amounted to a conspiracy at best and probably outright betrayal of the man who had always been their leader.
His answer came in the form of a question.
Later, he wished he'd thought of it. Once it fell into place, it all seemed so simple, but at the time, all he'd done was mope around for a little while in his room, trying to figure out what in the hell he was going to do, and then gone down to the gardens to see Marluxia. After all, there wasn't any way he could get into his good graces if he never talked to him, right? He put on his best saunter-like-he-owned-the-world gait and walked into the gardens... only to find Marluxia curiously missing. It wasn't until he caught the scent of roses from further in the garden that he realized that Marluxia was there, just out of sight.
Curious, Axel followed the scent, and the entwined vines of roses, to the entrance to an old-fashioned hedge maze. Axel rolled his eyes and headed inside. Everyone knew that the way these old mazes worked, you just had to keep one hand on one side of the maze, and follow it around. Eventually, though often later rather that sooner, you'd find the middle. If Marluxia thought that such a simple puzzle would keep anyone out, he really was a fool. Axel found a height on the hedge that wasn't covered in roses and started walking, hand lightly trailing the wall.
The scent of roses grew stronger as he walked deeper into the maze, the smell oddly headier than he remembered the smell of roses, and more sensual, somehow. He began to feel curiously relaxed and alarmingly languid in a decidedly sexual way, as though he were caught, mentally, in a continuous, luxurious stretch in a warm bath of roses. The maze seemed to close in around him, roses reaching out as though they wanted to touch him, delicate petals brushing invitingly against him as he passed.
By the time Axel reached the center of the maze, he felt completely disoriented. The oddly shaped moon above was a constant light, but it seemed to illuminate the small clearing more brilliantly than it did the rest of the outside, a flood of light after the darkness and confusion of the hedge maze. He staggered slightly and put his weight against the side of the arch outward into the center. For all of the brightness and the lack of overhanging roses, the air felt heavier here than in the rest of the maze, thick and pressing with the scent of flowers until every breath was a dragging, gasping thing. Marluxia was in the center of the other side of the clearing, directly opposite from Axel. His back was turned and, for a moment, he didn't seem to notice Axel's arrival, though with the racket Axel had been making, he would have had to have been deaf not to hear him. After the span of a few seconds, however, he turned to face Axel, holding in his hands the delicate bloom of a pink rose the color of a summer sunset over the ocean
"What brings you to my garden?" the emphasis was on "you" as though he could have believed anyone else in the world but Axel. Axel had known what he was going to say at some point, had a question he wanted to ask, had something he wanted done that would possibly open the way to some kind of twisted friendship, but now his brain felt thick in his head, confused. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying half to think of what he was going to say and half to breathe. He felt certain that he was squandering his chances to get in Marluxia's good graces, after all, the other man wasn't having any trouble breathing, but instead of looking disappointed in Axel's social skills, the sides of Marluxia's mouth curled upwards into a pleased smirk.
That really should have been his first clue that something was wrong.
"Did you know," Marluxia said, guesturing for Axel to be quiet, even though he hadn't said anything, "that flowers are, essentially, the sexual organs of plants?" Axel blinked heavy-lidded eyes and tried to wrap his mind around not just the question, but a world in which the question could have occurred,
"Wh-What?" he managed, in a dashing show of coherency. Marluxia chuckled softly,
"The sexual organs of plants. They rely on mostly outside sources to exchange genetic material but--"
"I know that," Axel managed, defensive, "They teach you that in grade school."
"I wasn't aware you went to grade school, Axel," *that* tone was more like Marluxia, not the amused, lazy sort of air he'd been exuding. Axel was secretly relieved.
"Yeah, they teach lots of things there, like how not to be a dick to people," Axel said, more a pain in the ass out of habit than out of feeling it at the moment, "You should try it sometime." Marluxia, much to his surprise, didn't rise to the bait,
"Perhaps I will," he chuckled again, this one more alarming than the first, "Surely you also know, then, that there are more flowers than bees," he started making his way towards Axel, pink rose dangling from his fingertips, "and that flower compete for those bees? The more bees a flower has land in it, the more chances for it to spread it's pollen to that bee-- and the more likely the bee is to land in another flower of that same type. That's why flowers give off scents-- to compete for the bees." Marluxia leaned in close to Axel's ear (and when had he gotten that close?) "The aroma acts as a lure for the bees," he lifted the pink blossom and ran it down the side of Axel's face and he nearly choked on the scent, cloying down the inside of his nose and into his lungs, "And the better the scent," Marluxia purred, rubbing the flower on his cheek, "the better the lure." Axel clung, one-handed, to the side of the hedge, trying to get the world to stop spinning and start making sense again, pretty sure he was in trouble and definitely sure that whatever it was Marluxia was talking about, it wasn't horticulture.
And then, it all became clear.
Not literally, literally he was still using every ounce of his will to stay on his feet and his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, but no matter what anyone thought, Axel wasn't an idiot, and even an idiot could have seen what Marluxia was after. What became clear was the course of action he had to take in response and though he didn't like it, it worked so brilliantly into the overall plan that he couldn't refuse to take it. He'd had it all wrong. The way to get into Marluxia's confidence wasn't to appear strong, he could never convince Marluxia he was strong. The way in was to appear weak. Marluxia apparently didn't think Axel would, or could, fight back against him. He was trying to seduce him, bring him over to his side as some kind of weakest link and all Axel had to do to accomplish his task was let him do it.
"Should I be worried that you're rubbing some plant's sex organs on my face?" letting him do it didn't mean he had to stop being a smart-ass, though. Marluxia chuckled again,
"Are you?" He ran the bloom down across Axel's nose, then lips and Axel batted him away and visibly tried to conjure up some fire. Even his currently addled state, he knew he could have razed the place to the ground, let the smell of smoke and ashes wash the smell of roses away, but he let the fire die, made it look like he couldn't conjure enough to even light a cigarette and staggered back against the bushes. The stagger, at least, was perfectly real, though, as another wave of dizzy weakness hit.
"Yeah," he said after a moment, "Now I'm worried."
"Mm," Marluxia closed the distance between them again, rubbing the rose more fully against his lips, where Axel could breathe nothing but it's scent, "That's probably wise of you," Axel wasn't even aware he'd closed his eyes instead of blinking until the cool silk of the flower turned to the warm silk of Marluxia's mouth. His knees half turned to liquid and he sagged back against the hedge behind him, holding onto it desperately with both hands in an attempt to keep his feet and not cling to Marluxia, which is what most of his body was trying to get him to do. Everything smelled of roses and it was so hard to think, particularly with one of Marluxia's hands curling at the nape of his neck and the other easing down the zipper at the front of his long jacket. The sound of the zipper seemed abnormally loud and to take forever, even with the distraction of Marluxia's tongue pushing past his unresisting lips and it was irritating enough when Marluxia continued on to zipper on his shirt that he managed to summon up enough presence of mind to shove him away. "Letting" him do this or not, he'd be damned if he was going down without some kind of a fight, even if it wasn't what it could be.
He glared at him and stepped forward to wipe the smug, cat-with-cream expression off of Marluxia's face, but when he stepped away from the support of the hedge wall, the world swam and his legs suddenly wouldn't support him at all anymore, and he ended up on the ground instead. Marluxia just laughed, the sound pleased, and cruel around the edges, and shrugged out of his own coat while Axel tried, and failed, to get back up on his feet. He managed to get halfway up, on one knee, but he couldn't get his legs to take his weight reliably. It was simple as pie for Marluxia to walk back up to him and catch his chin in one hand, tilting his head up to examine his face for a moment, critically,
"Not feeling so well, are you?" Axel didn't dignify that with a response, not that he had much dignity left, "You should have known better to challenge me in my element."
"I didn't... challenge you," his tongue was starting to feel thick in his mouth, as heavy as his limbs.
"Oh, didn't you?" Marluxia leaned close to him, his tone deadly, "I know why you came here, Axel," for a moment, Axel's blood ran cold and he tried to calculate how much damage he could do in this state before Marluxia destroyed him. It didn't look promising, "I know you're a puppet of the council. But don't worry," his hand ran from his chin down his neck, buttery leather on burning flesh, "You'll be my puppet now," he leaned back, and for the first time, Axel was glad that it was hard to move. It made it harder to create facial expressions and he was sure that if he could have, he would have look relieved. Marluxia had it all wrong, but if he thought that Axel was being manipulated, instead of being loyal, he might still be able to pull this all off without serious damage to his person, something he was rather fond of. It seemed like he would get his wish, Marluxia was back to looking smug as he stroked his fingers down Axel's cheek in a parody of a caress,
"Ah, Axel... you look so pretty on your knees before me," one finger traced his lower lip with just the hint of pressure and Axel felt his mouth come open slightly without him meaning for it to. He knew what Marluxia had to be seeing-- him on his knees, eyes dazed and mouth open under his hand, cheeks flushed from the heat and with his shirt half open. Quite the artist, Marluxia, though Axel flattered himself a bit to think he had a good subject to work with, he probably had a right to look pleased with himself, "You will let me fuck you without too much of a fuss, won't you?" Axel scowled and struggled slightly to get his limbs to move, to do anything but sit here and let those words come true, though hearing Marluxia actually say something dirty both made him want to laugh and sent a hot shiver down his spine. Marluxia laughed softly at Axel's attempt to get away and caught him by the upper arm, fingers vise-like,
"That wasn't a question, Axel. Or did you still want to fight?" his tone was cruel, menacing for a moment as he forced two gloved fingers into Axel's mouth and pushed down on his tongue, hard. It was far more uncomfortable than sexy, near painful, and it drew Axel's attention forcibly to both his windpipe and his throat and how vulnerable both were. Marluxia would have to use practically no effort at all to, at the very least, seriously injure him and killing him wasn't out of the question.
"It would go much better for you, I think," Marluxia purred dangerously, "if you would stop this pointless resistance and submit to me. I know that at least one part of you wants to..." there was that smug smile again, and if Axel didn't have his mouth full of flesh and leather, he'd have a smart thing or two to say about it, considering that spreading his legs for Marluxia had been pretty low on his "to-do" list until he'd gotten a lungful or two of his flowers. As it was, it was much easier to settle for rolling his eyes rather pointedly and wrapping his lips around Marluxia's fingers. He closed his eyes as he pushed back against the fingers, tongue licking along the leather, partially because it was easier than keeping them open and partially because if he had to watch the look of triumph on the bastard's face, he wasn't going to be able to do this without a fight, rose-scent or no.
"See there,"Marluxia sounded pleased again, as though Axel were a disobedient child, or an unruly dog, put right "isn't that better?" He eased up on the pressure in his fingers, moving to kneel behind Axel instead of stand in front of him. A simple tug backwards saw Axel sprawled out, half across the ground and half backwards across Marluxia's lap. He kept his fingers in Axel's mouth until he could get his pants open, then transferred his hand from his mouth to his cock in one, smooth movement. Axel nearly screamed. Without a heart, there wasn't much of a use for desire and what desire there was was usually cold, calculated. Though he'd been thinking with his dick for a time now, or, more accurately, struggling not to, he hadn't really been thinking much about it. But having it wrapped in slick, wet leather was enough to not only bring his attention to it, but to make him realise how long he'd been ignoring it. Having Marluxia not kiss him so much as fuck his mouth with his tongue wasn't really helping much in the coherency department and, much to his embarrassment, and Marluxia's probable amusement, there was nothing he could do for a long moment except for writhe and try not to either cum on the spot, or beg.
Marluxia broke the kiss, still stroking him, and chuckled,
"I like you better like this. You're less talkative when you're senseless."
"Wouldn't have... wouldn't have thought you'd be... the one to... still play with dolls..." it got harder to talk each time he tried. Marluxia licked a line up his neck,
"Hm, depends on what the doll is for, I suppose. Dolls can be useful," he shifted, moving to standing again and taking Axel part of the way with him, unmoving as a corpse as he dragged him over to a bench. He draped his top half over the bench and Axel managed to rise up to his elbows through a supreme amount of effort, but that was all. Marluxia surveyed his work for a moment, probably still smirking, "You will be useful enough, I think. You'll keep coming back to me," he confided, intimate and low against Axel's ear as he pulled his pants down, "My flowers will see to that. You won't want to at first, I'm sure, but eventually, the more you fight against it, the more you'll slide into my control, until all it takes is a whiff of the scent and you're mine to do with as I please."
Axel made the effort to shake his head in denial, though secretly he was pleased to hear that the power of his roses only tightened their hold on him when he struggled against them. Hopefully, he would be able to regain at least the ability to rebel when the time came if he gave into them instead of fighting. Still, Xemnas would have to be informed that while Axel's mind was still trustworthy, his actions might not be. He was drawn back to the present with as gasp as Marluxia pressed two still-gloved fingers into him, coated in some sort of liquid that managed to feel like liquid roses-- cool and silken, and if it was possible for the smell to get thicker, it did. Axel moaned softly and pressed back against Marluxia, who seemed to suddenly be going far too slow.
"You're going to beg eventually," Marluxia breathed against his neck, "might as well start now." For once, Axel gave up immediately. He'd already resigned himself to this being the course of action he'd have to take, and the scent and feel of the roses and his own, suddenly desperate, arousal made it easy to sink into it all and forget his pride,
"Please..." he could barely form words, lips numbing and unresponsive, "Please Marluxia..." he wasn't sure he'd be able to say anything else, so he tried to put as much genuine want into those three words as possible. Luckily, Marluxia wasn't asking, for once, that his answer be phrased in the form of War and Peace.
"Mm, I didn't expect you to give in so quickly, Axel. But since you ask so nicely..." leather clad hands gripped his hips and a moment later, Marluxia slid in smooth as silk all the way in one motion. There was a bit of discomfort, but Axel was quickly learning there was at least one advantage to barely being able to move in his bodies inability to tense up at all. And then Marluxia started to move and coherent thought took a small, but definite vacation.
Axel came begging for more.
Dragging himself back through the corridor, feeling more like a war camp survivor than a man who'd just been fucked senseless in a rose garden, except for, perhaps, the languid sort of ache in his bones, the last person in the whole world Axel wanted to run into was Roxas. So of course, he nearly slammed into him,
"You look like hell," Roxas wrinkled his nose, "and you reek of flowers."
"Thanks, I can always trust you to point out my good side," he managed to strike a pose. "Marluxia and I had an argument." Roxas didn't quite look worried, but it was a near thing,
"Well, you're walking, right?" Axel scowled, then grinned,
"Hey, why am I immediately the one you're worried about?" he teased, socking Roxas in the arm, "I'll be fine, it wasn't over much of anything. I do think I'm going to lay down for awhile, though. See ya later!" he waved over his shoulder and kept walking, making it around the corner before he leaned against the wall and put a hand over his chest.
Axel wasn't accustomed to feeling much of anything other than things other people might not consider feelings at all: determination, cold amusement, irony. But for a moment, he felt a strange wrench in his chest that was oddly off-putting, an ache that mabye something about what he was doing might hurt someone else.
After a moment though, Axel shook off the guilt and kept walking. He had a report to make to Xemnas, after all, about the sucess of the first phase of his plan.
Author:
fromherashes
Rating: R, possibly light NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, non-con themes, language
Summary: Written for July 2nd prompt #33 - Marluxia/Axel: Aphrodisiac - "A rose by any other name would smell so sweet"
A/N: I didn't sign up to write this, but neither did anyone else last I checked (I currently have spotty, slow internet access), and I was suddenly bit by the plot. Hopefully no one will mind a little unexpected kinking?
"Get in his good graces. Do whatever you have to do to find out what it is that he's planning. Your loyalty is not in doubt, nor will it be while you do this-- just find out what he's doing."
Axel had nodded, promised to get some kind of results, but even as the door closed behind him, he was already panicking. Marluxia didn't even *like* him. It was rare that the man acknowledged his existence, much less thought anything good of him and he was supposed to spy on him? And not only spy on him, but spy on him from the inside, as one of his trusted? Absolutely impossible. Absolutely completely impossible. How could he get a man who thought he was an idiot (though Axel had some choice words to say about Marluxia's own intelligence, if he thought he could move against the rest of them) to not only think him capable, but think him capable enough to trust him into his confidence with what amounted to a conspiracy at best and probably outright betrayal of the man who had always been their leader.
His answer came in the form of a question.
Later, he wished he'd thought of it. Once it fell into place, it all seemed so simple, but at the time, all he'd done was mope around for a little while in his room, trying to figure out what in the hell he was going to do, and then gone down to the gardens to see Marluxia. After all, there wasn't any way he could get into his good graces if he never talked to him, right? He put on his best saunter-like-he-owned-the-world gait and walked into the gardens... only to find Marluxia curiously missing. It wasn't until he caught the scent of roses from further in the garden that he realized that Marluxia was there, just out of sight.
Curious, Axel followed the scent, and the entwined vines of roses, to the entrance to an old-fashioned hedge maze. Axel rolled his eyes and headed inside. Everyone knew that the way these old mazes worked, you just had to keep one hand on one side of the maze, and follow it around. Eventually, though often later rather that sooner, you'd find the middle. If Marluxia thought that such a simple puzzle would keep anyone out, he really was a fool. Axel found a height on the hedge that wasn't covered in roses and started walking, hand lightly trailing the wall.
The scent of roses grew stronger as he walked deeper into the maze, the smell oddly headier than he remembered the smell of roses, and more sensual, somehow. He began to feel curiously relaxed and alarmingly languid in a decidedly sexual way, as though he were caught, mentally, in a continuous, luxurious stretch in a warm bath of roses. The maze seemed to close in around him, roses reaching out as though they wanted to touch him, delicate petals brushing invitingly against him as he passed.
By the time Axel reached the center of the maze, he felt completely disoriented. The oddly shaped moon above was a constant light, but it seemed to illuminate the small clearing more brilliantly than it did the rest of the outside, a flood of light after the darkness and confusion of the hedge maze. He staggered slightly and put his weight against the side of the arch outward into the center. For all of the brightness and the lack of overhanging roses, the air felt heavier here than in the rest of the maze, thick and pressing with the scent of flowers until every breath was a dragging, gasping thing. Marluxia was in the center of the other side of the clearing, directly opposite from Axel. His back was turned and, for a moment, he didn't seem to notice Axel's arrival, though with the racket Axel had been making, he would have had to have been deaf not to hear him. After the span of a few seconds, however, he turned to face Axel, holding in his hands the delicate bloom of a pink rose the color of a summer sunset over the ocean
"What brings you to my garden?" the emphasis was on "you" as though he could have believed anyone else in the world but Axel. Axel had known what he was going to say at some point, had a question he wanted to ask, had something he wanted done that would possibly open the way to some kind of twisted friendship, but now his brain felt thick in his head, confused. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying half to think of what he was going to say and half to breathe. He felt certain that he was squandering his chances to get in Marluxia's good graces, after all, the other man wasn't having any trouble breathing, but instead of looking disappointed in Axel's social skills, the sides of Marluxia's mouth curled upwards into a pleased smirk.
That really should have been his first clue that something was wrong.
"Did you know," Marluxia said, guesturing for Axel to be quiet, even though he hadn't said anything, "that flowers are, essentially, the sexual organs of plants?" Axel blinked heavy-lidded eyes and tried to wrap his mind around not just the question, but a world in which the question could have occurred,
"Wh-What?" he managed, in a dashing show of coherency. Marluxia chuckled softly,
"The sexual organs of plants. They rely on mostly outside sources to exchange genetic material but--"
"I know that," Axel managed, defensive, "They teach you that in grade school."
"I wasn't aware you went to grade school, Axel," *that* tone was more like Marluxia, not the amused, lazy sort of air he'd been exuding. Axel was secretly relieved.
"Yeah, they teach lots of things there, like how not to be a dick to people," Axel said, more a pain in the ass out of habit than out of feeling it at the moment, "You should try it sometime." Marluxia, much to his surprise, didn't rise to the bait,
"Perhaps I will," he chuckled again, this one more alarming than the first, "Surely you also know, then, that there are more flowers than bees," he started making his way towards Axel, pink rose dangling from his fingertips, "and that flower compete for those bees? The more bees a flower has land in it, the more chances for it to spread it's pollen to that bee-- and the more likely the bee is to land in another flower of that same type. That's why flowers give off scents-- to compete for the bees." Marluxia leaned in close to Axel's ear (and when had he gotten that close?) "The aroma acts as a lure for the bees," he lifted the pink blossom and ran it down the side of Axel's face and he nearly choked on the scent, cloying down the inside of his nose and into his lungs, "And the better the scent," Marluxia purred, rubbing the flower on his cheek, "the better the lure." Axel clung, one-handed, to the side of the hedge, trying to get the world to stop spinning and start making sense again, pretty sure he was in trouble and definitely sure that whatever it was Marluxia was talking about, it wasn't horticulture.
And then, it all became clear.
Not literally, literally he was still using every ounce of his will to stay on his feet and his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, but no matter what anyone thought, Axel wasn't an idiot, and even an idiot could have seen what Marluxia was after. What became clear was the course of action he had to take in response and though he didn't like it, it worked so brilliantly into the overall plan that he couldn't refuse to take it. He'd had it all wrong. The way to get into Marluxia's confidence wasn't to appear strong, he could never convince Marluxia he was strong. The way in was to appear weak. Marluxia apparently didn't think Axel would, or could, fight back against him. He was trying to seduce him, bring him over to his side as some kind of weakest link and all Axel had to do to accomplish his task was let him do it.
"Should I be worried that you're rubbing some plant's sex organs on my face?" letting him do it didn't mean he had to stop being a smart-ass, though. Marluxia chuckled again,
"Are you?" He ran the bloom down across Axel's nose, then lips and Axel batted him away and visibly tried to conjure up some fire. Even his currently addled state, he knew he could have razed the place to the ground, let the smell of smoke and ashes wash the smell of roses away, but he let the fire die, made it look like he couldn't conjure enough to even light a cigarette and staggered back against the bushes. The stagger, at least, was perfectly real, though, as another wave of dizzy weakness hit.
"Yeah," he said after a moment, "Now I'm worried."
"Mm," Marluxia closed the distance between them again, rubbing the rose more fully against his lips, where Axel could breathe nothing but it's scent, "That's probably wise of you," Axel wasn't even aware he'd closed his eyes instead of blinking until the cool silk of the flower turned to the warm silk of Marluxia's mouth. His knees half turned to liquid and he sagged back against the hedge behind him, holding onto it desperately with both hands in an attempt to keep his feet and not cling to Marluxia, which is what most of his body was trying to get him to do. Everything smelled of roses and it was so hard to think, particularly with one of Marluxia's hands curling at the nape of his neck and the other easing down the zipper at the front of his long jacket. The sound of the zipper seemed abnormally loud and to take forever, even with the distraction of Marluxia's tongue pushing past his unresisting lips and it was irritating enough when Marluxia continued on to zipper on his shirt that he managed to summon up enough presence of mind to shove him away. "Letting" him do this or not, he'd be damned if he was going down without some kind of a fight, even if it wasn't what it could be.
He glared at him and stepped forward to wipe the smug, cat-with-cream expression off of Marluxia's face, but when he stepped away from the support of the hedge wall, the world swam and his legs suddenly wouldn't support him at all anymore, and he ended up on the ground instead. Marluxia just laughed, the sound pleased, and cruel around the edges, and shrugged out of his own coat while Axel tried, and failed, to get back up on his feet. He managed to get halfway up, on one knee, but he couldn't get his legs to take his weight reliably. It was simple as pie for Marluxia to walk back up to him and catch his chin in one hand, tilting his head up to examine his face for a moment, critically,
"Not feeling so well, are you?" Axel didn't dignify that with a response, not that he had much dignity left, "You should have known better to challenge me in my element."
"I didn't... challenge you," his tongue was starting to feel thick in his mouth, as heavy as his limbs.
"Oh, didn't you?" Marluxia leaned close to him, his tone deadly, "I know why you came here, Axel," for a moment, Axel's blood ran cold and he tried to calculate how much damage he could do in this state before Marluxia destroyed him. It didn't look promising, "I know you're a puppet of the council. But don't worry," his hand ran from his chin down his neck, buttery leather on burning flesh, "You'll be my puppet now," he leaned back, and for the first time, Axel was glad that it was hard to move. It made it harder to create facial expressions and he was sure that if he could have, he would have look relieved. Marluxia had it all wrong, but if he thought that Axel was being manipulated, instead of being loyal, he might still be able to pull this all off without serious damage to his person, something he was rather fond of. It seemed like he would get his wish, Marluxia was back to looking smug as he stroked his fingers down Axel's cheek in a parody of a caress,
"Ah, Axel... you look so pretty on your knees before me," one finger traced his lower lip with just the hint of pressure and Axel felt his mouth come open slightly without him meaning for it to. He knew what Marluxia had to be seeing-- him on his knees, eyes dazed and mouth open under his hand, cheeks flushed from the heat and with his shirt half open. Quite the artist, Marluxia, though Axel flattered himself a bit to think he had a good subject to work with, he probably had a right to look pleased with himself, "You will let me fuck you without too much of a fuss, won't you?" Axel scowled and struggled slightly to get his limbs to move, to do anything but sit here and let those words come true, though hearing Marluxia actually say something dirty both made him want to laugh and sent a hot shiver down his spine. Marluxia laughed softly at Axel's attempt to get away and caught him by the upper arm, fingers vise-like,
"That wasn't a question, Axel. Or did you still want to fight?" his tone was cruel, menacing for a moment as he forced two gloved fingers into Axel's mouth and pushed down on his tongue, hard. It was far more uncomfortable than sexy, near painful, and it drew Axel's attention forcibly to both his windpipe and his throat and how vulnerable both were. Marluxia would have to use practically no effort at all to, at the very least, seriously injure him and killing him wasn't out of the question.
"It would go much better for you, I think," Marluxia purred dangerously, "if you would stop this pointless resistance and submit to me. I know that at least one part of you wants to..." there was that smug smile again, and if Axel didn't have his mouth full of flesh and leather, he'd have a smart thing or two to say about it, considering that spreading his legs for Marluxia had been pretty low on his "to-do" list until he'd gotten a lungful or two of his flowers. As it was, it was much easier to settle for rolling his eyes rather pointedly and wrapping his lips around Marluxia's fingers. He closed his eyes as he pushed back against the fingers, tongue licking along the leather, partially because it was easier than keeping them open and partially because if he had to watch the look of triumph on the bastard's face, he wasn't going to be able to do this without a fight, rose-scent or no.
"See there,"Marluxia sounded pleased again, as though Axel were a disobedient child, or an unruly dog, put right "isn't that better?" He eased up on the pressure in his fingers, moving to kneel behind Axel instead of stand in front of him. A simple tug backwards saw Axel sprawled out, half across the ground and half backwards across Marluxia's lap. He kept his fingers in Axel's mouth until he could get his pants open, then transferred his hand from his mouth to his cock in one, smooth movement. Axel nearly screamed. Without a heart, there wasn't much of a use for desire and what desire there was was usually cold, calculated. Though he'd been thinking with his dick for a time now, or, more accurately, struggling not to, he hadn't really been thinking much about it. But having it wrapped in slick, wet leather was enough to not only bring his attention to it, but to make him realise how long he'd been ignoring it. Having Marluxia not kiss him so much as fuck his mouth with his tongue wasn't really helping much in the coherency department and, much to his embarrassment, and Marluxia's probable amusement, there was nothing he could do for a long moment except for writhe and try not to either cum on the spot, or beg.
Marluxia broke the kiss, still stroking him, and chuckled,
"I like you better like this. You're less talkative when you're senseless."
"Wouldn't have... wouldn't have thought you'd be... the one to... still play with dolls..." it got harder to talk each time he tried. Marluxia licked a line up his neck,
"Hm, depends on what the doll is for, I suppose. Dolls can be useful," he shifted, moving to standing again and taking Axel part of the way with him, unmoving as a corpse as he dragged him over to a bench. He draped his top half over the bench and Axel managed to rise up to his elbows through a supreme amount of effort, but that was all. Marluxia surveyed his work for a moment, probably still smirking, "You will be useful enough, I think. You'll keep coming back to me," he confided, intimate and low against Axel's ear as he pulled his pants down, "My flowers will see to that. You won't want to at first, I'm sure, but eventually, the more you fight against it, the more you'll slide into my control, until all it takes is a whiff of the scent and you're mine to do with as I please."
Axel made the effort to shake his head in denial, though secretly he was pleased to hear that the power of his roses only tightened their hold on him when he struggled against them. Hopefully, he would be able to regain at least the ability to rebel when the time came if he gave into them instead of fighting. Still, Xemnas would have to be informed that while Axel's mind was still trustworthy, his actions might not be. He was drawn back to the present with as gasp as Marluxia pressed two still-gloved fingers into him, coated in some sort of liquid that managed to feel like liquid roses-- cool and silken, and if it was possible for the smell to get thicker, it did. Axel moaned softly and pressed back against Marluxia, who seemed to suddenly be going far too slow.
"You're going to beg eventually," Marluxia breathed against his neck, "might as well start now." For once, Axel gave up immediately. He'd already resigned himself to this being the course of action he'd have to take, and the scent and feel of the roses and his own, suddenly desperate, arousal made it easy to sink into it all and forget his pride,
"Please..." he could barely form words, lips numbing and unresponsive, "Please Marluxia..." he wasn't sure he'd be able to say anything else, so he tried to put as much genuine want into those three words as possible. Luckily, Marluxia wasn't asking, for once, that his answer be phrased in the form of War and Peace.
"Mm, I didn't expect you to give in so quickly, Axel. But since you ask so nicely..." leather clad hands gripped his hips and a moment later, Marluxia slid in smooth as silk all the way in one motion. There was a bit of discomfort, but Axel was quickly learning there was at least one advantage to barely being able to move in his bodies inability to tense up at all. And then Marluxia started to move and coherent thought took a small, but definite vacation.
Axel came begging for more.
Dragging himself back through the corridor, feeling more like a war camp survivor than a man who'd just been fucked senseless in a rose garden, except for, perhaps, the languid sort of ache in his bones, the last person in the whole world Axel wanted to run into was Roxas. So of course, he nearly slammed into him,
"You look like hell," Roxas wrinkled his nose, "and you reek of flowers."
"Thanks, I can always trust you to point out my good side," he managed to strike a pose. "Marluxia and I had an argument." Roxas didn't quite look worried, but it was a near thing,
"Well, you're walking, right?" Axel scowled, then grinned,
"Hey, why am I immediately the one you're worried about?" he teased, socking Roxas in the arm, "I'll be fine, it wasn't over much of anything. I do think I'm going to lay down for awhile, though. See ya later!" he waved over his shoulder and kept walking, making it around the corner before he leaned against the wall and put a hand over his chest.
Axel wasn't accustomed to feeling much of anything other than things other people might not consider feelings at all: determination, cold amusement, irony. But for a moment, he felt a strange wrench in his chest that was oddly off-putting, an ache that mabye something about what he was doing might hurt someone else.
After a moment though, Axel shook off the guilt and kept walking. He had a report to make to Xemnas, after all, about the sucess of the first phase of his plan.