Johnel: Okay I’ve
played over ten hours of Dream Drop Distance I’m ready for the next chapter of
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No bad Spirit off the
keyboard. Okay where wa lkasjdf;asldkjfsa
Mister if you don’t
be good I’ll remove you from the roster for the Tron world! Now to the fic.
"I was thinking we could do beige for the napkins, and
pale blue for the table cloths. What do you think Zexion?" Lexaeus asked,
looking over the pamphlet full of color choices for their wedding. He nudged
Zexion back into reality ever so gently.
Johnel: Unfortunately
he forgot to take into account that he dwarfed the bride to be and sent her
flying into a wall.
"Oh...yeah...sounds lovely," Zexion said softly,
small hands smoothing out his shirt.
Lexaeus looked down at the boy, "You
seem...disturbed," he noted out loud. Zexion only shrugged and stared off
into space once more.
Johnel: It’s not like
he attempted suicide or anything last chapter nope there is no reason for him
to be disturbed or any form of emotionally unstable.
Lexaeus watched him
from the corner of his eyes, "So," he drawled. "What color do
you want your wedding dress to be?"
Johnel: The color of
a wedding dress is optional? Also before anyone asks of course it will be the
standard wedding in a chapel I doubt this author took time to research the
marriage practices of any other culture.
"Red," Zexion said softly, images of when he could
run his fingers through Axel's long, spiky, red hair.
Johnel: A women in
red how generic.
Lexaeus snapped his fingers and instantly several red
wedding dresses were displayed in front of them.
Zexion's eyes widened somewhat
as he looked at the presentation. "Whoa..." He gently ran his fingers
along the fabric and gave a soft smile. "They're beautiful," he whispered.
Zexion gently picked one of them up, examining it carefully.
He felt a pair of strong arms slowly wrap around his body. Suddenly there was a
harsh breathing against his ear. "Just like you," the burnt-auburn
haired man whispered, licking the shell of the mauve haired boy's ear.
Johnel: It is the
return of the mighty shell ear.
Zexion shuddered and felt Lexaeus' hand explore his body.
His sides, his chest, the inside of his thigh. Silver eyes turned downward as
he hugged the dress tighter, letting out a school as Lexaeus' fingers entered
somewhere that was off limits for a while.
Johnel: See even the
author is making it seem like Zexion is a woman. Also what the hell is letting
out a school supposed to mean.
"Lexaeus..." Zexion whispered softly
moving Lexaeus' hand away.
Lexaeus turned Zexion around, pinning him against the table
the dresses had been displayed on. Zexion squeaked and turned his head to the
side, only to have the crook of his neck attacked with nips and kisses.
Johnel: So suddenly
Lexaeus is in a raping mood as well.
Must be genetic.
"St-Stop!" Zexion squeaked. "Please
stop!"
"Mm, play hard to get. I like it," Lexaeus
grinned, licking his neck and collarbone, tugging at his shirt.
"N-No!" Zexion bit his abused lip and tried
pushing him away, with no avail of course. He closed his eyes and sighed
audibly. "I'm pregnant!" he yelled.
Johnel: Actually sex
while pregnant isn’t dangerous for the child. It might be squicktastic for the
parents but medically no damage will be done. This is more to point out the fact
it might not help him make Lexaeus stop for as a man of science he probably
knows this information as well.
Lexaeus froze and straightened up, pulling Zexion up with
him. "Preg...nant?" he asked. He suddenly smiled and pulled Zexion
into a tight embrace, "I'm gonna be a daddy?!" he nearly giggled, his
manly-man composure completely lost at this point. "Wait..it is
mine...isn't it?"
Johnel: Wait you
didn’t know. Whatever hospital you took him to last chapter really dropped the
ball didn’t they?
"...Yeah..." Zexion whispered. 'It's a lie' he
wanted to scream. 'It's Axel's...' He knew this for a fact.
Lexaeus smiled and he gently placed a hand on Zexion's
stomach, "He's gonna be beautiful," he whispered happily.
Zexion nodded, "Yeah...beautiful..."
Lexaeus' hands rested on Zexion's hips and he stared
lovingly into the other's dull, almost lifeless seeming eyes.
Johnel: Honestly at
this point I can’t blame her for just shutting down.
"You're gonna look gorgeous!" Namine squealed.
Johnel: Suddenly Namine.
Also I won’t hold the thing over the e missing against the author for I have no
idea how that is done either.
She was one of the
maid's in Lexaeus' mansion and also the creative director for their wedding.
Johnel: Well aren’t
we just miss special sauce.
She watched Zexion twirl in his dress, wearing the same red
dress he had been holding only days before when Lexaeus had put the 'moves' on
him.
Namine adjusted some loose stitches and made some slight
improvements then moved back and looked at him, nodding her head. "The
dress REALLY contrasts your hair!" she giggled.
Johnel: This is weird
just really weird and I don’t know why but Namine being giggly and bubbly is
weirding me out.
Zexion rose an eyebrow and shook his head slightly, trying
to shake off his weariness. "Th-thanks?" he said, making his
statement seem more like a question.
Zexion put a hand on his stomach; it was really beginning to
stick out now. He sighed and did another twirl before he took the dress off and
redressed himself in his everyday clothes. "Namine...thank you for the
improvements on my wedding dress," he said, bowing lowly to her.
Johnel: Boring this
is boring!
"Haha, don't worry about it!" Namine laughed,
putting her hands on her waist. "It was no problem, really."
Zexion shrugged softly and gave a light smile before
trudging off to his room.
His hand rested on the handle and he got a feeling of
malaise as he hesitantly turned it. The innards of his room were empty so he
relaxed and curled up. There had been no sign of Cloud, luckily, and he was
happy that he, especially for his body's sake, could get some well-deserved
rest. He closed his eyes and snuggled under the covers, falling into an
unbreakable sleep.
Johnel: Unless he was
given a kiss by a noble prince to break the sleep spell.
"Zexionnn Zexion, wake up."
Johnel:*As Cloud* It
is rape o’clock Zexion.
Zexion didn't open his eyes. He knew who was trying to wake
him up, he knew who needed him so badly at this moment, he knew who was there,
planning to do awful things to him. He knew it was Cloud, and that's why his
eyes remained closed.
It was only when a sharp pain hit the entire side of his
face that Zexion opened his eyes. He gaped and held his cheek, staring wide
eyed at Cloud.
Johnel: Cloud likes
to keep his pimp hand strong.
"Oh good, you're awake," was all the abusive
blonde had to say.
Johnel: Well honestly
the author never leaves good lines to snark out on so I’ll just unashamedly
promote something I like. Anyone reading should go by Dream Drop Distance it’s
really a fun experience.
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