Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme

[kokanshu]

KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME

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Rules:

1. Post a pairing plus a kink.

1a. One request per comment.

1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that

Comments

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[anonymous]

The last thing he remembered coherently was the jab of the needle into his upper arm, a quick sting. He'd glared up at Vexen, opening his mouth to ask him what the point of it was, but the words had slurred, and Vexen's sadistic smirk had become a blurry pantomime of a mouth.

So he found himself face up on a lab table, utterly naked, his wrists strapped above him. The room seemed limited to the few feet around them - everything else was just fuzzy and dark. He moved his fingers, but the response was delayed, and the rest of his muscles felt frozen.

He tried summoning his plants, calling on vines to trail over and release him, or bind Vexen, but his mind was too muddled to convince the greenery that Vexen's overbearing frigidity couldn't stunt its growth.

"What did you do?" he asked, but it was so hard to get his mouth to obey him that the only coherent sound was "Wha."

"Feeling a little under the weather?"

His head was spinning. The entire room must have been spinning.

"Don't worry. It'll wear off within an hour."

Marluxia wants to tell him to fuck off and untie him, but he refuses to make a fool of himself by muttering more nonsense from his rebellious voice box, so he remains silent, focusing on how much he can move his hands and whether or not the straps will give.

"Now where would you like to begin?" Vexen trailed a finger down his side, the cold penetrating deep enough for him to feel it, leaving goose bumps on his skin and pulling a shiver out of him.

"Here?" Vexen pressed on a nipple, making it hard, then pinched it harshly, and Marluxia nearly yelped - a high, surprised sound forcing its way out of him. The older man was breaking the rules. Yes, it was a known fact that the entire Organization slept around with each other, but any domination such as this was consensual. Asked for, usually. Vexen had no right to take what he wanted like this, dammit!

The Academic trailed his hand down, grabbing Marluxia's cock firmly, and he gasped helplessly at the chill.

"Still limp? Well, I suppose I couldn't expect any more than that."

Marluxia rolled his head to the side, through it was more like a flop, and shut his eyes tightly. Even if he had no say or no freedom, he didn't have to watch.

"Alright, legs up."

Oh, damn you, old man, if I could move...

Vexen pushed his legs up, bent at the knee, and kneeled in between them. Marluxia noted, finally, that he was nude as well. Marluxia scowled as his legs gave out the moment Vexen released them, so that they ended up almost around his waist, but he still said nothing. The way Vexen was being so smug about it...there would be revenge.

"Just think of it as an experiment," Vexen said, and Marluxia shut his eyes to try and block out the feeling of him rubbing his leaking hardness on the inside of his thigh.

"Like...how cold can you become before you get frostbite?"

Marluxia was unprepared. The thick head of Vexen's cock was pressed against his entrance only momentarily before the man roughly violated him. And he couldn't pull away or retaliate. Fuck, it was cold.

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[anonymous]

"Fuck you," he said, and there was just enough venom is his voice for him to enunciate those two syllables.

Vexen smirked, already moving his hips. "You've got that backwards."

Fuck, it hurt, and it was cold...like having an icicle shoved up his ass.

Marluxia let his head fall again, but if Vexen noticed, he didn't care. He continued to force his way in the man's opening, each thrust marked by an unrestrained noise from the prostrate man. It was as if his throat no longer obeyed him, and the pain and the harsh chill turned straight into sounds of protest.

"Come now, it can't be all that bad."

Marluxia glared and flexed his fingers. They were responding more now, enough for him to grip the straps holding him down. Vexen must have noticed, however, and placed one hand over his wrists, leaning forward to do it and whispering in his ear.

"I wouldn't do-" he thrust his hips forward harshly causing Marluxia to clench his jaw in his attempt to stifle a grunt, "-that if I were you."

If I were you, you'd be busy experimenting with different forms of self-mutilation.

Dammit, if he could just move his legs enough to get some purchase on the slick table, he could fight back and not be forced to lie there and have his dignity ripped from him by the frigid actions of the man intent on pulling rank in such an obscene way.

But the room still wouldn't focus, and his muscles still fought him, and he just wanted Vexen to get off, in one way or another.

The scientist paused, pushing Marluxia's legs up over his shoulders, and the Assassin's hand clenched again from the sheer frustration of knowing there was nothing he could do about it. He tried kicking out, but he merely received a twitch in his calf in response. The plants gave him no response; they'd apparently seen no viable reward for attempting life in such a harsh environment.

Vexen stiffened suddenly, biting into the soft part of Marluxia's thigh, near his knee, and pulling a pained grunt out of him. Marluxia snapped his eyes closed, jaw clenched again, as Vexen pulled out swiftly, crawling off the table and dressing calmly.

"Let me go," Marluxia said, his voice now back under his control enough to portray his enraged ego. The cold man didn't even turn to look at him, just walked away.

"IV!" He was answered by a slammed door, leaving him alone with Vexen's semen still leaking out of him, the table still cold on his back, still naked, with his plants still too afraid to even try to come near him.