Literary Sanctuary? (Warning...?)

[Zexion]

Zexion's sprint slowed to a jog, then finally to a halt as he found himself surrounded by the unchanging comfort of books. Having come up from the labs, he was a little out of breath, which struck him as slightly odd, considering he was lacking in a heart. Those thoughts fled like fish from a disturbance in their water though as he paused to consider what he was fleeing from. Not to say he hadn't expected Vexen to be scary, strange, and downright creepy, that had been a little much, and a little too sudden. With an involuntary shudder and a glance behind him, Zexion stepped forward to lose himself among the bookshelves, smoothing out his coat and brushing back a few stray strands of hair.

This part of the castle was at least a little better lit than the labs, and more open--he wasn't closed in in the back of some storage room with number four staring at him like that, threatening him with things. No, here he felt a little safer. Here was somewhere he could hide until the Chilly Academic calmed down, came to his senses. Then, maybe, he'd have a talk with Vexen and try and figure out what the other had really wanted with him. If IV's experimentation really had been in attempt to benefit the Organization, he could hardly refuse, unless the scientist asked him to do something outrageous. Then again, after the requests Vexen had just made of him, Zexion felt a little apprehensive to even be in the same room as the Nobody.

Calming himself, Zexion turned his gaze upwards to the shelves flitting past, slowing as he neared a section he might have interest in. Boots tapped lightly against the floor as he paused, gloved hand reaching up to run his index finger up his chosen book's spine, hooking around the top of its binding to free it from the shelf. This would provide some distraction, wouldn't it? Sliding the book into his hands, Zexion turned to find somewhere to sit so that he might do a bit of reading, again glancing with wary paranoia towards the room's entrance.

[knuckles]

After exiting the portal and emerging in front of the large doors leading to the library, Vexen stopped. Why am I even following him? This makes no sense...and yet...I want to continue... ... ...No. I can't keep going like this... he thought, clutching his head and started to mutter incoherent words. "I don't need to be here...Good Vexen...you're regaining some of your sanity. This must mean the pheremone is wearing off...Maybe now we can apoligize to No. 6? Yes...that should be our next course of action, that is, if he is even in here..." he said, well told himself before walking inside the large reading space. Brilliant green eyes scanned the room for the nobody, his thoughts still swimming with reminents of the failed pheremone. When he spotted Zexion reading as usual, he couldn't stop himself from blurting out, "There you are beautiful! Here I come!" before he could do anything else. He covered his mouth and mumbled, "Oh dear, you might have frightened him off Vexen, well come to think of it if you weren't talking to me now we could be patching things up so be quiet Vexen."

"Zexion, please excuse my actions. I didn't mean to harm you in any way. It's the damned chemicals, and It isn't my fault if your body is slightly turning me on-I mean...: Vexen stopped yet again, not wanting Zexion to run off. Taking a few steps back to show that he has some self-control, he couldn't help but think in lue of the pheremones. But why am I lying? His body has the perfect contour...Beautiful eyes that I could gaze into my entire life...And his as-NO! Breathing slightly harder, he continued. "Don't think differently of me after this experience, please." he finished, eyes pleading for forgiviness.

[Zexion]

Zexion looked up from his book and his eyes widened at the sight of Vexen. He tensed immediately, his grip tightening around the book he was holding as if that was his anchor to sanity, his life saving device in the face of a threat. He was left a little dumbstruck for a moment at the other's words, but wasted no time after he'd recovered in darting away, finding some reassurance in the idea of putting a bookshelf between he and the other Nobody. Tense and still, Zexion listened carefully for Vexen's approach, and so was surprised when he heard the Chilly Academic speaking again, sounding much more like his old self.

The Schemer slipped to the edge of the bookshelf to peer around it at Vexen upon hearing the other's apology, but his expression darkened as the apology continued and he slipped back behind the bookshelf, walking quickly to further lose himself in the forest of books.

"Perhaps you should wait a little longer before you try and approach me again, Vexen," Zexion said tersely, still clutching his chosen book, "I understand it was just an experiment, but I expected a little more common sense from you, number four."

[knuckles]

Common sense? And he expects me to still have that after joining this Organization...

Vexen ran his hand through his dirty blond hair and sighed upon seeing Zexion run off between the shelves. "I knew we scared him off...very much like a frightened deer, so graceful and elegant. Only you could pull that off Zexion..." he said in a low mumble, despising the formula that didn't dissapate yet. But that didn't stop him from looking around in the maze of bookshelves for The Cloaked Schemer. "Zexion come out. Please, I believe my system has almost relieved itself of the chemicals, and come to think of it, that litle kick helped it alot. Trust me..." he pleaded with the other nobody, actually feeling a little clearer in the mind.

Searching for a few minutes, the scientist stopped and placed his hands in his pockets, fingering a small syringe. In reality, the needle contained the exact same pheremone that he himself took earlier. "Believe me, I am just as alright as you. Or will be. Either way it'll work out, and everything will be normal again..." he thought, spying Zexion walking swiftly behind the bookcase in front on him.

[Zexion]

Well, considering Vexen, though, it should not have been so surprising in his lack of common sense--Vexen made up for that with his knowledge of things, which made him quite the odd duck. He could hear Vexen mumbling, the sound echoing through the shelves, but couldn't make any of it out. It was just the other's usual 'talking to himself' noise, which was neither comforting nor disconcerting to Zexion; Vexen talked to himself a lot, drugged or not.

He could hear Vexen's voice getting closer, and he actually slowed, wondering if the other was telling the truth. He did seem to have much more control over himself, now. Pausing, composing himself and preparing, should he need to, to attack, the Cloaked Schemer halted his flight from the other and turned around to step to the end of the bookcase so he could see Vexen, giving him a skeptical look.

"What do you want? You've already apologized."

[knuckles]

Seeing that Zexion stopped, The Chilly Academic smiled slightly. "Well I know I apoligized, but I also needed a little help from you with a experiment, remember?" he asked, fingering the syringe in his pocket. The smirk on his face grew wider, despite the drug finally exiting his system. "No. 6, please, I know you forgave me for so many things...just...add this one to the list." And as soon as he finished the sentence,Vexen seized Zexion in an arm hold, pulling out the needle with his free hand.

"I needed to test the serum a second time, to make sure that those effects were probable in every nobody specimen. You do understand, don't you? Of course he does Vexen, there's no need to ask that." he said, grinning and laughing sadistically as he placed the point of the silver needle on Zexion's neck. "At least this way, I can get my information faster and you won't be mad at me for accosting you, No. 6..."

[Zexion]

Zexion's eyes narrowed at Vexen's smile, still finding the situation to be rather out of his comfort zone. As Vexen continued to talk, his suspicion grew until finally he was ready to flee again, but the other was preventing that. Zexion fought against the arm around him, then froze as he realized what Vexen was doing. Oh, no way. No way in hell. Not yet, not this one. Maybe if Vexen developed the substance a little more, but not this. Eyes widened considerably and he froze, even holding his breath, as he felt the tip of a needle against his neck.

"Vexen," He said evenly after a moment, careful not to move, "Vexen, if you inject me with that stuff, so help me, I will..." He trailed off again, losing his steam. If he had a pulse, it would have increased. A lot. For the love of Kingdom Hearts! At least Zexion had the mental control to have a better chance of resisting it, right? Maybe he'd be able to control himself while under the serum, unlike Vexen, who had no self control even when he wasn't drugged up.

[knuckles]

The Chilly Academic couldn't help but laugh. Although he was about to inject one of the only members that acknowledge him with an insane, half-finished serum, he enjoyed it. Maybe it was the evil feeling one gets when you join the Organization and Vexen just happen to finally get his, or maybe it was the aftereffects of the serum. Whatever it was, it made this moment seem not so much as bad, but as a game.

"I'm sorry, you'll what? You trailed off at your warning No. 6. So that must mean there aren't any consequences, am I correct?" he replied, his voice getting a little higher pitched than usual and tightened his grip on the schemer. "My my, I wonder what will happen to you...Oh stop the suspense Vexen and get it over with!...Alright." And with that he pressed the needle into Zexion's neck, letting the serum flow into his bloodstream. He of course let go once he injected him, seeing no more need to restrain him. Still a sadistic smirk on his face, he asked, "So Zexion, how do you feel]?"

[Zexion]

"No, Vexen, please..." Zexion said softly, now quite scared. Vexen was actually going to do it, wasn't he? He never should have agreed to this in the first place! But, then again, VI couldn't have known what he was getting himself into; he'd just assumed it to be another of Vexen's random experiments. And, while it was indeed another random experiment, this one had consequences that Zexion was not so entertained by.

He cringed as he felt the serum being injected into his neck, closing his eyes and already concentrating very hard on retaining his composure. As Vexen let go, Zexion moved quickly away, but he was already feeling the effects of the substance, a subconcious need for something... He opened his eyes, staring through them, glazed over, at Vexen. Just for a moment, though, for he seemed to snatch at his senses long enough to shake his head, turn away, and force himself to stumble away, though all of his now blazing senses were telling him no, don't leave. Let him have you. A gloved hand went to his forehead, while the other grabbed at a bookshelf for support. No, Zexion, do not let this control you...

"Dammit," He whispered, trying to sort his brain out, feeling strangely euphoric and dazed.

[knuckles]

He laughed again, letting his voice echo in the vast library. He twirled a strand of his hair around his finger, observing Zexion's every move. "Is it working that fast No. 6? Really, it didn't get to me until about 20 minutes later...Remind me to document that will you Vexen? Of course..." the mad scientist ramped on, keeping in mind the fact that after all this is over and done with, he was going to be beaten throughly by The Cloaked Schemer. But that's for later, he should enjoy himself now, even though this should be solely about science.

"Zexion, really. Just relay any and all things that you're experincing at this moment. It would really help me in improving the serum for the next test." He stopped, finally thinking logically. Wait, that glazed look in his eye...I saw it for a split second...he can't be having the same reaction as me...c-could he...? And as always, the scientist's thoughts are always uttered aloud.

"Wait, the serum couldn't be making you attracted to me, could it? B-because if it-t is...we...as in me and m-me...need to document this from a s-safe distance.!" Vexen quickly turned away, trying to hide the pink tinge in his cheeks. What was this? Is it embarrassment that the nobody is feeling, or is it just some after effect? Did Vexen really have a 'feel' for Zexion? Oh...my...I couldn't... ... ...It has to be the serum, I couldn't! I am incapable of love...so why do I feel this...especially when Zexion is at his weakest... he thought to himself, ears honing in on the swear whispered by No. 6. "Dammit is right...Come with me, I need to reverse this quickly..." he mumbled, moving closer to the nobody.

[Zexion]

Perhaps, thought Zexion, trying to concentrate on the science of all this, my size has made it react so quickly. Or maybe Vexen's mind is just slower to react to the serum. At Vexen's instruction to tell him what was happening to him, Zexion shook his head, more for himself than to tell Vexen that no, he wouldn't. Seizing upon his calm, Zexion stood up straight and his hand released the bookshelf.

As he heard Vexen's footsteps, heard the other moving closer behind him, and his stuttering, Zexion held up a hand, palm flat, in the universal gesture of 'stop'. "Vexen, you--" He began, but had to quite literally bite his own tongue to shut himself up. Hand falling to clench into a fist at his side, Zexion turned around to face Vexen. His cheeks were flushed, his face a little red, and he kept his eyes pointedly on the ground.

"Reverse it, now. Before I do or say something I'll regret." He kept his voice quiet, as if he was having a hard time controlling the words coming out of his own mouth. Much like Vexen had, but in a more sane way than Vexen had.

[knuckles]

Hearts, feelings, where they realy needed for Vexen to be experiencing what was going on? He had to know....if it was real...did a nobody actually feel love...Did his experiment work? Besides these things, even if he really did experience this...love again, did he actually love Zexion...?

D-do you Vexen? Do you accent feelings to No. 6...? I...don't know, but there is one way to find out... The Chilly academic decided that there really was only one way to find out. So he grabbed the The Cloaked Schemer, and pulls him into a kiss.

If I enjoy this...then I really do l-l..., he thought, hoping that this wasn't happening.

[Zexion]

When Vexen didn't seem too inclined to make any move towards reversing the effects of the serum, Zexion found himself quite frustrated. His frustration didn't last long, though, as he tried to keep his mind from travelling down a path of thought that he hoped was just the pheremones speaking.

When Vexen grabbed him, Zexion didn't know what to think at first, but soon enough there were lips pressed against his and Zexion couldn't help but kiss back this time. He wanted that, and he was almost disgusted with himself for it. Closing his eyes, the Cloaked Schemer's hands wandered up to grip at the Chilly Academic's coat, very gently tugging him closer.

[knuckles]

Wait...wait! I didn't mean for him to put into it more! But...I'm glad he did... the scientist thought, realizing that he did indeed enjoy this. He didn't care if it was only the chemicals making Zexion do this, it at least worked in the end. Vexen was able to give a nobody (himself) the feelng of love without a heart's assistance. Normally this would mean that he would be in the laboratory, documenting the serum's components and fine tuning it to a point, but apparently he was a little tied up at the moment and the scientist didn't mind at all.

There were many things that Vexen could have done to make the situation better for the both of them, the simplest being to stop the kiss. but instead, he leaned more into the kiss, this time parting their lips with his tongue. Might as well get the most of it... The Chilly Academic thought to himself, choosing not to let his hands roam the younger nobody's body. Not just yet. He is doing a hell of a lot better job fighting the pheremones than I was, so let's see how far he can hold out...

[Zexion]

Some of his sanity was still clinging to him and Zexion could hear his own voice in his head going 'No, you idiot. What do you think you're doing?'. Was this what Vexen felt like? To talk to himself? He was positively shocked by what he was doing, and even more shocked by his lack of opposition to it, though that was probably just the serum thinking for him. Although, it wasn't really, chemically, made to put thoughts in his head, was it? It was a substance that just magnified the already present desires of whomever it happened to be afflicting. Which meant... No! Zexion had been about ready to pull away, to force himself to run off and hide until this wicked stuff wore off, but then Vexen's tongue pushed its way past his lips and Zexion didn't care to object anymore.

His hands found a good grip on the beaded chains of Vexen's coat and he threaded his fingers distractedly through them, finding that he liked this very much, but there was still a barrier in his mind, denying himself the pleasure of actually succumbing to his magnified desires.