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JK: I live. w00t. Well, Deviation inspiration! I saw a deviation on deviantART of Vexen sleeping on the couch with a Chemistry book on his face and Zexion sitting next to him with a sharpie, doing a Sudoku puzzle on his arm and I thought, 'What would happen if he woke up?' Ooh, boy. Zexion's in trouble! It's his turn...! XD! Ahhh, I live for these sort of things. Dedicated to DimensionGatel, who could use some ideas... I wrote my own, Dimension-chan! Can't wait for yours!! ...Gah, I'm such a pervert...
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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"Hmm...The nine goes here, then the seven goes..." Zexion muttered, trying to complete the Sudoku puzzle he was currently doing on Vexen's forearm in sharpie while he slept. "Where does the...Oh!" Zexion gasped as Vexen shifted. He froze, expecting the elder to wake up, but he didn't, thankfully.
"Mmph...needs more...of the...blue...stuff...Zzzzz..."
"Thank God..." no. VI sighed, going back to his puzzle. "Now...five...right here...two...hmmm...Oh!" Vexen shifted again, then stilled. "Stop moving!" the silver-haired Nobody hissed to no. IV's sleeping form. "Where was I?" Scanning Vexen's sharpie-covered arm, Zexion figured he just about had this puzzle done. "Now, the six goes here and the four goes here and I'm done and about ready to punch myself for the irony of those last two numbers."
"Irony of what two numbers, Zexion?" Vexen asked sleepily.
"Ah!" Zexion yelped, startled. "Vexen! Y-You're awake!"
"Yes..." Vexen yawned, removing the Chemistry book from his face and sitting up. He looked at Zexion with curiosity. The younger Nobody seemed jumpy. "What is the matter with you, child?"
"N-Nothing!" Zexion said quickly, praying that he could make a quick getaway when Vexen got up. Vexen noticed the sharpie.
"Why do you have that perminate marker, Zexion?" the blonde questioned, reaching his left hand, the arm with the sharpie on it and the sleeve still rolled up, to take it from him when he noticed the sharpie on his arm. "What in Dark Dive...?! Oh, my word!" Vexen exclaimed, noticing the Sudoku puzzle on his arm that was done in sharpie.
"Wow...how did you get a Sudoku puzzle on your arm, Vexen?" Zexion questioned, standing up to make a hasty retreat to his room and lock the door tightly.
"I wonder..." Vexen growled, glaring up at the silver-haired Nobody.
"I do too." Zexion smiled nervously as he backed toward the door.
"And just WHERE do you think YOU'RE going? Hmm?"
"Uhm...to...uh..."
"I'm waiting, Zexion." the scientist said impatiently.
"...Uh...anywhere but here!" Zexion bolted for the door, but Vexen grabbed the back end of his cloak and tugged him backwards into him.
"No you're not." Vexen said calmly, shaking his head for emphasis. He moved his hand to Zexion's upper arm, gripping it tightly.
"Let go of me!" the younger Nobody pleaded.
"I think not." Vexen pulled Zexion up onto the couch next to him, not letting go of his arm. "We still need to discuss your punishment." Zexion paled, looking ghost-white. Ever since that stupid mission that Demyx went on with Xemnas, Vexen was just waiting to put Zexion in his place by means of a spanking. Zexion had successfully avoided getting on Vexen's nerves for the past few weeks and was even more meticulous with details then usual, but everything catches up to you eventually.
"How about we don't and say we did and how about I just go to my room for the rest of the afternoon, okay?" Zexion said nervously, jolting up from the couch.
"How about, no." Vexen replied, grabbing Zexion's wrist again. "Don't even think of trying to escape me. You can't. As for your punishment..." Vexen tugged Zexion back to him. "I think you know what's coming."
"W-Wait!" VI protested as Vexen pulled him face-down over his lap. "Y-You can't do this to-Aaah!!" Zexion let out a startled cry of pain when the first swat fell on his upturned rear.
"I believe I can." Vexen said calmly, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Because if I couldn't, you wouldn't be here right now, would you?" Vexen smirked slightly at the follow-up outburst of, 'You know what I mean!' "Silly boy." he sighed, landing the second swat and catching the Schemer completely off-guard. The Chilly Academic pressed down on Zexion's back and followed the second with several more painful swats.
"A-Aaah!! W-Wait! N-No! Stooooop!!" Zexion cried, flinging his hand back for protection. Vexen just pinned his wrist to the small of his back and sighed, pausing for a moment.
"Now, why did you just do that?" Vexen asked, reaching down and moving Zexion's heavy, black cloak out of the way. "Look at the trouble you've just gotten yourself into." Saying so, Vexen wrapped his arm around Zexion's waist to prevent him from escaping and tugged his pants down to his knees, leaving the startled Schemer in his boxers.
"Wait a minute!" Zexion panicked. "Please! Leave those up!" Vexen re-pinned Zexion's wrist to the small of his back and continued where he'd left off.
"Sorry, Zexion. You need this."
"Aaaaaaah!! D-Damn!"
"Desperately." The Chilly Academic sighed, bringing his hand down harder on Zexion's bottom, causing the younger Nobody to let out a wail.
"Aaaaaaah!! V-Vexen!! P-Please...lemme go! I-I've learned my lesson!! I-Ow!-I swear!!"
"I don't think you have." Vexen stated calmly. "Your punishment will end when I think you've learned your lesson."
"B-But, Vexen! I'm s-aaaaaaah!-s-sorry!"
"For what, may I ask?" IV asked, pausing to let Zexion catch his breath.
"F-For d-doing a-a S-Sudoku puzzle on y-your a-arm w-with a sharpie!" Zexion whimpered, biting back the tears that were threatening to fall.
"And?" Vexen slipped his fingers in the waistband of the younger Nobody's boxers.
"A-And?" Zexion asked back.
"What else?"
"W-What do you mean?"
"Zexion, if I was spanking you just for the puzzle on my arm, I would have been done quite a while ago. You've done a few other things to me over the years, and I want an apology for every one of them."
"B-But I can't remember everything!" the Cloaked Schemer protested.
"Well, then," Vexen tugged Zexion's boxers down. "Start remembering, or you'd best get comfortable."
"W-Wait a- Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" Zexion wailed when Vexen started spanking him again. "I-I-I can't-Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!-remember!!"
"Would you like me to help refresh your memory?" the Chilly Academic asked, raising his right knee and swatting Zexion's tender undercurves.
"Waaaaaaaaah!! I-I'm sorry, Vexeeeeen!!"
"For what?"
"D-Don't m-make me d-do i-i-it..."
"Start confessing." Vexen said, dropping his knee back to its former position and returning his attention to Zexion's rear, which was hardly a blessing.
Desperate, Zexion began to apologize rapidly for eveything he'd done to Vexen. The Sudoku, the color-dyed chemicals, the infamous Cold As Ice incident, and several other things that took Zexion a full ten minutes to apologize for because he had paused to remember some.
"...Very well, Zexion. I suppose I forgive you." Vexen sighed wearily, resting his hand on the Schemer's reddened bottom. He released Zexion's wrist and lightly rested his other hand on the silver-haired Nobody's shoulder. He was startled to feel it shaking slightly. Curious, Vexen reached down and gripped Zexion's chin, turning his face toward him. He was startled yet again to find out that Zexion was crying. He wasn't sobbing outwardly, but quietly, tears slipping down his cheeks.
"...sorry..." Zexion whispered, looking back down. Vexen now felt guilty. He had intended to punish Zexion, but he had NOT intended on making him cry. He was not good with children and never really had to deal with people crying before. He didn't know whether to comfort Zexion or leave him to calm down on his own. Sighing, Vexen slid Zexion's boxers and pants back up and stood him up, standing up with him and keeping his hand on the back of his neck to steady him.
"...Th...There, there, Zexion..." Vexen said awkwardly, patting Zexion's shoulder. "There, there...calm down..."
"I...I'm fine..." Zexion insisted, wiping his eyes. "Sore, but fine."
"Are you sure?"
"No...!" Zexion choked, feeling his eyes tear up again. Vexen was caught off-guard again.
(Now what?) he thought, resisting the urge to hug Zexion. Seeing no other way out, he decided on only one solution. "Come here, Zexion." Vexen sat back down on the couch and lightly drew Zexion onto his lap, rocking him gently. "Shhh...there, there..." the Chilly Academic soothed, rubbing Zexion's back tenderly. "Hush, now...it's alright..." Zexion hid his face in Vexen's shoulder and began sobbing lightly. Vexen continued the treatment, occasionally wiping a tear away.
"...you...hic...don't have to...do this..." Zexion whispered into the crook of Vexen's neck.
"Yes, I do. Now, hush."
"But-"
"HUSH, Zexion." Vexen insisted, moving the younger Nobody backwards. Zexion was scared that Vexen wouldn't try to comfort him again and started crying a little harder. "No...just look." Zexion glanced up as Vexen caught a tear and showed to Zexion, then froze it.
"I don't understand..."
"You're not supposed to." Vexen admitted, laying Zexion on the couch on his stomach. "I'll get a blanket. You're staying in here tonight." With that, Vexen went into the lab section of his room. Zexion looked around curiously.
"Vexen?"
"Hmmm?"
"Why are you..."
"Here." Vexen cut him off by handing him a pillow and blanket. Zexion took the pillow and snuggled it like a little child snuggles his teddy bear. "Adorable." Vexen smiled, sitting next to him.
"Wha...?" Zexion asked, looking at Vexen with sad eyes. Vexen pulled out a handkerchief and lightly wiped Zexion's still tearing eyes.
"Lie down." When Zexion obeyed, Vexen rested his hand on Zexion's bottom and lightly channeled some ice energy, soothing the buning away. Vexen then draped the blanket over Zexion and tucked him in, sitting down in the process and smoothing his hair. Drowsy, Zexion soon fell asleep. When he did, Vexen set to work furiously scrubbing the sharpie on his arm.
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AN:
JK: Wow. Long chappie. Axel gets his next, don't ask me how though. w00t. I'm bored. Until next time, JK, OUT!!