Zexion
Heartless
~IV~
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Post by Zexion on Aug 6, 2007 9:32:09 GMT -5
Hard to believe? Try logically impossible. And logic was something Zexion put quite a bit of stock into. VI wouldn't have been able to deny that he liked the feeling of Vexen's lips against his neck, and, being already more sensetive to touch than he normally would be, Zexion couldn't resist tilting his head to the side to give Vexen more access to his neck. The smirk on Vexen's face, though, brought a twinge of fear to his mind. Fear that he would not be able to escape, and this would progress to something that later he would regret.
Next thing he knew, he was on his feet, at least partially, as his legs felt like they were going to buckle. Vexen's words had him wanting even more to get away, but the last lingering effects of the serum and, ashamedly, his own lust as Vexen's hands went to work, had him unable to do much of anything against the events. And much to his chagrin, Zexion was forced to lean up against the other, forehead resting against Vexen's collarbone, as his hands sought to use Vexen's arms as something to hold onto for support. His breath caught in his throat as he moved his hips against Vexen, unable to help himself. He was, quite effectively, caught. What happened next had him alert and again moving to try and escape, though, as he was on the floor and Vexen was on top of him again, spreading his legs. "Wait," He spoke, panic in his voice, "Vexen, you can't... I mean, let me go! You're..." He paused, even his efforts to get away had hesitatted for a moment. "You're going to..." He paused to indicate without words what Vexen was about to do, what he did not want to say aloud, "Uhn, do that... Dry? But, won't that hurt?" Again, his mind was in turmoil. He needed to get away, but he wanted this, but this was wrong, and he just wasn't sure what to think anymore.
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Post by knuckles on Aug 6, 2007 22:20:48 GMT -5
The Chilly Academic had to pull the other nobody back by the legs to keep him from scrambling away. Then peculiar words were said. Zexion's words...Along with halting himself for a split moment, it made Vexen laugh. Only No. 6 would look at all aspects of a situation, no matter how small and unnoticed. Stiffling his little giggle fit, he did assess the current question. He does have a point...well I haven't done this before...So it would be a lesson learned. Lube up next time... Vexen smirked at his own conclusion. "I believe so..." was his answer as he busied himself yet again with the other nobody. He placed himself in between Zexion's legs, amazed by the heat emanating from inside the schemer. Then one hand holding onto Zexion and the other on the other's shaft, Vexen rested the tip of his manhood on the entrance, making sure to have a strong hold on the other before he started to insert himself inside. Naturally the first intial push would be hard, but it seemed to become even tighter the further he went. Was Zexion trying to make himself tighter to prevent this? In reality it would only cause more pain, so why try?
"Zexion...trust me, relax and it will soon be over..." he said slowly, fully inside the Cloaked Schemer. He kept his strokes slow, not wanting for the other to be uncomfortable, but after a few times, he began to accept it. This...is amazing...I feel so intertwined with him... The scientist closed his eyes as he started to stroke the length in time with his thrusts, making sure that he would burn this moment into his memory. And as he did this, his speed started to esclate, rising with his ever climbing arousal. He could feel something wet and sticky between the two of them, figuring that it was the blood from the pierced muscle escaping. But all that became was the lubricant that Zexion wanted, and good thing it flowed when it did, for the scientist was thrusting faster and faster into the other. And the most peculiar thing happen, the scientist was lost in his own pleasure as he right eye buldges to its maximum and involuntarily screams out "August!"at the top of his voice, despite the little heartless being nowhere to be found. Nontheless, something like this was to be expected from the academic seeing that he is so close to sensual satisfaction.
(I apoligize for the post--so much distraction =__=)
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Zexion
Heartless
~IV~
Posts: 54
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Post by Zexion on Aug 9, 2007 1:33:08 GMT -5
Zexion's eyes widened as Vexen merely answered in the affirmative to his question, and did nothing to resolve the matter. Not that he'd really expected him to. If anything, he had kind of hoped it would give Vexen reason to stop, but apparently it was not a good enough reason. Denial tearing through his mind, Zexion sought for something else to say that might give Vexen pause, but suddenly none of that mattered as the strangest combination of pain and pleasure assaulted his senses, stripping him temporarily of what control and little dignity he may have had left and causing him to gasp out a small whimper. It hurt. A lot. There was a lot of friction, and the complication of natural muscle behavior to take into account as Vexen pushed inside him. Had he not still been wearing his gloves, Zexion was sure his fingernails would be breaking skin where his fingers dug in, his hands having a death grip around Vexen's arms. Relax?! Zexion would have scoffed if his mind and body would have allowed him the privilege. His body was driving him crazy, and oh the indignity of the fact that he was so aroused like this! This level of emotion wasn't supposed to be possible!
A shudder coursed through Zexion as Vexen had fully sheathed himself inside him, eyes closed tight, teeth clenched, trying to ignore the pain. His senses were on fire, like electricity had seized over him, centered on the lower half of his torso. As Vexen started to move, Zexion did his best to take IV's advice and relaxed a little, taking deep, shaking breaths. When attention was brought to his own arousal, Zexion tried and failed to bite back the soft moan that welled in his throat. Vexen's increased pace was painful, though, and the moan expressed his discomfort as well. Something tore. Something had to have torn. It was minor, sure, and the blood was a definite relief as Vexen thrust into him faster, but the pain was not something he could ignore. Still, Zexion shuddered, pressure building inside him.
"Even," He breathed, softly, eyes still closed. Thoughts spiraled back to their others' distant friendship as fellow apprentices, faint memories stirring in his mind. Then Vexen screamed something peculiar, and Zexion opened his eyes to stare with some lust-dimmed confusion up at Vexen. "Au-... August?" He repeated in a faint whisper. "Vexen, wha-nh... what...?" Zexion didn't get to finish his question, too lost at that moment in the feelings his senses were assaulting him with, every shuddering gasp of a breath he took buried his mind further and further in the moment.
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Post by knuckles on Aug 10, 2007 17:06:10 GMT -5
Even with the unexpected loud outburst echoing in the library, Vexen was able to hear an exhasparated 'Even'. Zexion called him Even, his 'somebody' name. What did that mean? And what did his own cry mean, why August of all things? She wasn't even here, so why did he call out her name and not Zexion's? Was it the increasing hormone stimulation? The excited mind signaling unneeded actions? Vexen, did not know the answer to that, nor could he figure it out at this time. The scientist's mind was frozen on the current interaction. He sensed the pain in Zexion, but he could indeed feel him trying to relax his muscles. Then of course something was building inside Vexen, the need to release. The sensual tension was getting to be an all-time high, and coped with the continual thrusting and stimulating on the other's shaft and it was getting close.
Even...he actually called me Even... ... ...Does...soes this mean that...he cared for me...back then...? Could..could he really have... Vexen's thoughts kept sliding in and out of focus, his mind kept wondering downward to the busiest part of his body. Small beads of sweat started to form on the normally 'chilly' academic's forehead as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside of the other, trying not to focus on the increasingly tight death grip on his arms. He could feel it in the other's shaft, their urges to release were getting close; Vexen extremely close to his own climax. And then he hit it-the pleasure point inside of the schemer. He could feel Zexion shivering and letting another unwanted moan out. He struck the pleasure point again, enjoying the feel of Zexion under him literatly squirming against all of the stimulation. And just as he struck the spot again, Zexion suddered harder and shot his pressurized missle fluid on the both of them. That made the sensual tension too much, he had to release but just how to do it...Should I do it inside of Zexion...? No...that will only worsen the situation...There's no doubt that he loathes me...I don't know why I try...[/color][/i] he then decided that he would have to hold it in, quite amused that he was straining to contain his. But it was too much.
The scientist gritted his teeth, choosing to slow his thrusts and take himself out of the other's heated loins. Bit by bit, he slid his shaft out, stimulating the still sensitive spot. A sudden sharp pain shot in Vexen, causing his hips to buckle along with his eye to widen yet again and finally released his white impurity on the other's chest and face. A long shrill moan of relief expelled itself from Vexen's throat as he relieved himself of the pressure. His breathing calmed down even though his mind was still cloudy when he all he could say was, "Oh my..."
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Zexion
Heartless
~IV~
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Post by Zexion on Aug 13, 2007 9:48:38 GMT -5
What did it mean? Why had his mind fought through all the indignity, all the loathing he held for Vexen himself at that moment to find thoughts of Even? Zexion could not say. Perhaps it was because he was not in total denial of the situation, perhaps it was because the serum had eased him into it, made him want it before it happened. And, though the serum had worn off, perhaps he was still letting his mind linger on the things it had clarified for him. Still, Vexen had done this to him knowing he was not in control of his own will anymore, and even after he'd protested, the other Nobody had followed through with it. Zexion had been about to say something further, perhaps to reiterate his question from before, but then Vexen's thrusts struck something in him and whatever he'd been about to say had been forgotten quickly.
He writhed under Vexen, unable to contain himself any longer as his breath came in sharp gasps. He was so close to climax and when Vexen thrust into him again he had reached the breaking point. Zexion's back arched and he thrust his hips up against Vexen as he released, exhaling in a silent cry as his throat constricted. As he tried to regain control of his muscles, mind gone blank for that moment, Zexion felt Vexen slow and pulled out, but he was for the moment simply content to lay back, his eyes closed, and try to catch his breath. The Schemer flinched a little as the other released, his grip tightening around Vexen's arms one last time before his hands slid to the floor, nerveless.
Forcing his breath to come in nice, even inhales and exhales, Zexion lifted a gloved hand to wipe off his face, only after that did he open his eyes to look up at Vexen, his expression unreadable. "Get off," He whispered through clenched teeth, lifting his hands to push at the Academic's shoulders, looking pointedly away from number IV as he spoke, his expression still revealing nothing, a carefully constructed parody of calm.
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Post by knuckles on Aug 16, 2007 15:03:35 GMT -5
Both of their breathing finally calming down and regulating normally, the scientist closed his eyes and sighed again. He held onto Zexion as his body went limp, but as he was about to speak he was shoved a little and heard a cold voice tell him to get off. Emerald eyes opened in slight confusement as he saw the other looking away. Stuttering a bit, he slowly got from atop of Zexion, still trying to make sense in his mind. Even...
"Zexion...before you leave, answer me this. Why...did you cal me Even...?" Vexen asked, aiming to find an explanation. And if he finds the answer, maybe it will help him determine if his serum actually did cause him to still feel things for Zexion. And if so, does Zexion feel the same for him. Oh, what am I thinking Vexen? No. 6 doesn't feel that way for me, it was all my serum...And now I am about to feel the consequences for my little test... ... ...But if it was the serum...Then why do I still love him... ... ...Of course...all this boils down to is the fact that my experiment isn't fuly finished and is in need of immeadiate tweaking...Yes Vexen...we shall get on it as soon as possible... Grabbing his cloak, he stood up and slipped it on over his bare body, suddenly feeling the warmth escape him; warmth that he could only feel when he was a somebody. He even shivered slightly, crossing his arms to cover it up. "I'm sorry...I just need to know and you may do as you wish..." he mumbled, stepping back from Zexion. But his gaze never left the schemer, green irises staring into blue, searching for an answer. He wanted nothing but to hold the other, just lingering in the moment, but with the current mess of things, noting the visible spots of white on the black cloaks, and the very noticible reason that the both of them needed a shower, along with Zexion's current state of mind and the whole idea was shot and put to sleep. All of this, if anyone were to find out, was going to be hard to explain...
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Zexion
Heartless
~IV~
Posts: 54
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Post by Zexion on Aug 16, 2007 19:23:19 GMT -5
As Vexen finally moved off of him, Zexion propped himself up on his elbows, then sat up enough to lean back on his hands, feeling, well... Strange. It was strange to feel at all. He winced a little as he straightened his legs out, gaze locked on the floor, refusing to look up at Vexen yet. He did, though, when Vexen spoke. VI's expression was soft, questioning. There was almost a confused sort of sadness there, but it could not be sadness, for he was not feeling sad--in fact, he was strangely numb. "I..." He began, flicking his gaze to the ground to tug at his coat, which he was still half laying atop, "I don't know." Zexion spoke softly, his throat felt constricted. What was this?
"Just some stupid memories, I guess," He mumbled, gingerly scooting over to move off of his coat so he could attempt to pull it on. That didn't work so well, as moving was a little on the uncomfortable side. Still, he was detirmined to leave. He didn't want to be there, he didn't want to face Vexen. Zexion didn't know what he would say, and he was kind of afraid to find out. As he stood, Zexion lifted a hand to his face, the sleeve of his coat effectively hiding his pained expression. Turning his back to Vexen, Zexion lifted a hand to stir up a portal that he hoped would take him back to his room, were his concentration aimed properly.
"I'm sorry, Vexen," Zexion said weakly as he stepped towards the swirling dark portal, "I've got to go." At the last minute he stumbled, though, and his fall forwards through the darkness quite effectively took him from the library with the expedience he wanted.
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