Blondes - Chapter One

Blondes
This little thing called sexual harassment

"So," Larxene said.
Marluxia, sitting tall and straight with his legs crossed and his fingers steepled on the table, smiled.
"Indeed."
"I hadn't expected you to come back from America. I thought you liked it there,"
Marluxia glanced around the room with calculating eyes, perfectly poised. It made you wonder, how much of his personality was him, and how much was simply an act.
"I felt as though I needed the change. Interesting housemates you have."
"Vexen and Naminé? Yeah. They're a little crazy, but aren't we all?"
"Vexen..." Marluxia repeated thoughtfully, as though tasting the man's name on his lips. "Yes. Very interesting indeed."
Larxene quickly caught drift of Marluxia's thought track.
"No," She said. "Vexen's not available, Mar. Nuh-uh. Not even gay."
He simply smiled distantly.
"We'll see."
There was silence again, for a little while. They eyed each other up. Well. Marluxia eyed Larxene down. He did that to everybody.
"You shouldn't bother," She finally said. "Really. You can't convince Vexen to doubt his sexuality, and even if you could, he's not worth the effort. I slept with him once and he's really not that good,"
Marluxia grinned, revealing perfect white teeth.
"It will be different," He said, voice dropping a few decibels as though what he was saying were some conspiratorial secret, "When he takes it." He glanced at the doorway, then returned to pierce her with his gaze. "Vexen's the kind of person who'll squirm and gasp in bed like a vestal maiden. I can tell."
"Ew," Larxene said. "That's disgusting. Keep me out of your kinky sex games with Vexen,"
Marluxia laughed.
"I haven't even started on the kinky sex games yet. Although, it does bring back memories, doesn't it? We should try it again some time."
"I thought you wanted to win over Vexen's icy heart," She muttered, almost beginning to regret inviting Marluxia to live with then. He was a sweetheart, really, but damn, he was full of himself. And would consequently screw pretty much anything with blonde hair and two legs. Larxene should have remembered that he had a crazy blonde-fetish.
Too late now.
"Oh, I don't want to win over his heart," Marluxia replied flippantly. "What would I want his heart for? I just want to get my hands on that tight ass of his,"
"Good luck with that," Larxene said bluntly. "You won't be able to get in bed with Vexen unless you actually tie him down or something,"
"That can be arranged," Marluxia replied with a winning smile.
"You attempt rape and he actually will call the police," She reminded him.
"Now that would be amusing," Marluxia mused, still watching her through his thick, black eyelashes. She sighed.
"No. It wouldn't. Seriously. If you are going to attempt moving in on Vexen, you have to at least do it fair and square,"
"You say that like I'd actually need to resort to dirty, underhanded tactics,"
"Since when do you not?" Larxene teased.
Marluxia chuckled again, but suddenly the amusement was gone from his voice, his eyes switched from warm - if condescending - to cold and dark in an instant.
"When indeed," He murmured, and stood to his full, imposing height - he was tall, perhaps only a few inches shorter than Vexen who was considered by Naminé and Larxene - both petite - as nothing less than a giant - and walked out.

---

For several minutes after Marluxia had left the next morning, Naminé and Larxene simply stared at the door. Finally it was the taller of the two who spoke first.
"Fuuuuck."
Naminé simply nodded a little, blushing. Her hand was raised thoughtfully to her mouth, fingertips lightly brushing her lips. Lips that had, not five minutes ago, been enthusiastically claimed by a certain pink haired sex god.
"And here I thought that he wanted to get his hands on Vexen," Larxene muttered, shaking her head and walking back down the narrow corridor into the kitchen. Naminé, expression somewhat dazed, followed her.
"Why did he do that?" She finally asked in a small, somewhat hopeful voice.
"He does that to all kinds of people, I'm sure," Larxene said. Of course she'd known that Marluxia was a slut - he was pretty much the first guy in their year to put out, to anybody he thought pretty or blonde enough to meet his standards - but he usually did nothing more than actually sleeping with people. And certainly not kissing college girls before leaving for the day. "Although, if he likes you, I think you'd better lock your door tonight."
Naminé paled.
"I what?"
"I second that," Came a wry voice from the doorway, and Vexen slipped in with an empty coffee mug. He was frowning deeply, and looked uncharacteristically ruffled. "I happened to overhear a rather disturbing conversation between you and Marluxia last night and I demand to know what exactly you're not telling us about him."
Larxene scowled.
"Okay, so he's a pervert. Who couldn't have guessed?"
"I thought he looked quite noble..." Naminé confessed quietly, flopping into one of the stools by the counter and resting her chin on the smooth marble surface. Larxene scoffed.
"Noble my ass. Come on, you can't be mad at me for Marluxia's little eccentricities."
"No, but I can be mad at you for letting an utter madman into this house."
Larxene rolled her eyes, sighing as she leaned  against the wall.
"Look, Vexen, don't you dare go off on me. What we need is money and Marluxia has plenty of it. You hate him? Big deal. You hate everybody."
"That's not true and you know it!" Vexen snapped back, grabbing his refilled mug and preparing to storm out.
"Oh yeah? Name an example." Larxene challenged, disinterestedly examining her nails. Vexen losing his temper was more than a daily occurrence and it had more or less lost its effect on his housemates. There was a small, awkward silence until Vexen finally muttered -
"It's none of your business who I do and do not like,"
- and stomped away.
As soon as he was gone, Larxene made eye contact with Naminé and cracked up laughing.

---

"Hello."
"Do you mind?!"
"Not at all. Please, do keep removing your trousers."
Vexen growled a little and pulled his jeans back up, zipping up the fly and rebuckling his belt before turning to the intruder.
"What do you want?" He hissed, stalking over to his computer as though he'd always been sitting there typing, and not undressing in the middle of the room.
"I was under the impression that you knew."
"I was under the impression that you kissed Naminé." Vexen retorted.
Marluxia laughed, cruelly, as he swept over to rest his fingertips on Vexen's wide shoulders, subtly exploring his neck with sharp, well manicured nails.
"I was simply toying with her. There's no law against that."
"Yes there is. It's called sexual harassment."
Marluxia didn't even skip a beat.
"It isn't harassment if you enjoy it, now is it?"
Vexen didn't like the way Marluxia said "you". He carefully prised the other man's hands away from his neck.
"Unfortunately for you, I am not a simpering young girl won over by the looks and charm of a man."
Unperturbed, Marluxia simply slid his hands down Vexen's chest until his mouth was right next to Vexen's ear.
"Oh, but you will be, soon enough," He murmured.
"Dream on," Vexen spat, pushing Marluxia away.
"Why dream when my fantasies are right in front of me...?" Marluxia simply purred, spinning Vexen around on his chair and straddling him, hands gripping the other man's wrists in an iron hold.
"Just because you want to assert your oh so precious masculinity on the nearest available blonde doesn't mean they have to like it. Get off me!" Vexen hissed as he struggled against Marluxia's grasp. "Don't make me scream for help, because I will,"
"Will you indeed?"
And Marluxia closed in; the very same lips that had captivated Naminé that morning pressing against Vexen's, effectively gagging him and stoppering any furious or desperate screams into nothing more than indignant, helpless splutters.
He felt a flash of tongue against his, and bit down, hard. Marluxia quickly pulled away for a moment, laughing and apparently unharmed.
"Nice try,"
And he grabbed Vexen's cheek with one hand, fingers digging into the taut flesh beneath his high cheekbones and forcing his mouth open again. Marluxia was strong, and despite Vexen's best efforts he was unable to dislodge the other man from his lap with only one hand.
It seemed like the kiss went on for eternity, but eventually Marluxia pulled away, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and leaving a shocked and ruffled Vexen in his wake.
"Hm. Not bad."
"Is that it?" Vexen demanded, glaring as Marluxia returned to the doorway. "You're just going to snog me and leave like nothing happened?"
Marluxia spun neatly on his heel.
"Why," He asked cockily, "Do you want me to do more?"
"Of course not!" Vexen snapped back. "Just... leave."
"Oh, no," Marluxia simply murmured, the purr slipping back into his husky voice as, click click click, he returned to Vexen's side, leaning down until his fringe hung in both their eyes. "You want more. Don't deny it, Vexen,"
"Don't make me laugh," Vexen retorted, turning away. Marluxia simply spun him back.
"Larxene tells me that you're lousy in bed."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I just thought you might like the chance to prove her wrong."
"What, with you?!"
"No, with Naminé," Marluxia replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. The smirk never left his face. "Of course with me, Vexen. Although if you're really so adamant, I'm sure we could involve Larxene too,"
"You're sick," Vexen said, standing forcibly enough to push Marluxia back a step. "You think that I would sleep with you just to prove my masculinity? That I'd offer my body up to you just because you're asking?"
"I'm not asking," Marluxia said, not sounding put out at all by Vexen's blunt rejection. "I'm offering. Nobody else seems to be."
That appeared to be a low blow; Vexen's eyes grew wide before narrowing dangerously, and he stuttered, unable to conjure a reply.
"Oh?" Marluxia said, seeing his reaction and letting his smile widen. "Oh, so you do care. Who'd have thought, poor little Vexen's frustrated because he's not getting any?"
"Sh-shut up!"
Marluxia laughed openly.
"Oh, you are cute, Vexen. Come here. I won't deprive you any longer."
And he simply fell into the taller blonde, kisses deep but also soft, hands tangling in Vexen's hair as he toppled them both onto the bed.
"I'll be gentle," He promised as he chewed on a delicious ear, tone victorious.
"What makes you think you'll have a chance to do anything?" Vexen hissed, attempting - and failing - to push Marluxia away.
"Oh, just the fact that I'm sitting on top of you in your bed," Marluxia replied triumphantly.
"I never said you could be here!" Vexen growled. "Just go away, and let me sleep!"
"What, and have you pass up on the best sex of your life?"
"I don't want sex," Vexen insisted, and then, since this probably wouldn't make sense to a man like Marluxia added, "I have work tomorrow,"
This seemed to be the wrong response, and Marluxia laughed again.
"You're making excuses now, Vexen. Trying to cover up the fact that you really do want me?"
And he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Vexen's once again, hand tugging just a little too hard in his hair, body pressing a little too close, fingers gripping Vexen's wrist in a simple gesture of resistance is useless.
Vexen wasn't one for simply giving in, but Marluxia's tongue roaming his mouth wasn't really all that displeasurable, and somehow he realised that even if he tore the other man away now, he'd be back for more. And hopefully if he just lay there, Marluxia would get bored and go away.
He had no such luck.
"You know, if you just lay still when you had Larxene, no wonder she didn't enjoy it. You do have to move, you know."
Vexen fired off a glare in the half darkness as he caught his breath.
"If you were expecting me to actually join in, then you're wrong,"
"It doesn't make any difference to me," Marluxia replied, apparently not concerned in the slightest. "I can take you whether you writhe and moan in the bedsheets, or act the inanimate sex toy."
Horror filled Vexen's features, readable as a book even in the gloom.
"What."
"Vexen, when two men have sex one of them has to be fucking the other, and it's hardly going to be you, is it?"
"You try going anywhere near my arse and I will have you arrested."
Vexen's threat was met with two hands lovingly curling around each cheek of the aforementioned body part. He opened his mouth to scream, and was stoppered once again with a kiss.
"I'll be gentle," Marluxia promised again once they broke apart.
"Just go away."
"I don't see you trying very hard to force me off." Marluxia murmured, licking the other man's cheek. "Look, Vexen, I'm going to get into your pants either way. You can either let me have my way tonight, or let me have my way some other time. I'm not fussed."
"Can't you just leave me alone?"
Marluxia smirked, leaning down against Vexen's chest and rolling them both over so he was underneath.
"Let's make a deal, Vexen." He said. "If you let me have you when I like and I won't breathe a word of our affair to anybody else. Refuse me, and let's just say... you could find yourself in a very compromising situation..."
"Is that a threat?" Vexen asked contemptuously as he attempted to prise himself from Marluxia's hold.
Marluxia smiled with one last, lingering kiss as he left Vexen to the bed.
"I suppose you could say that it was."
Click, click, click.
He was gone.