Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Times of Trouble ❯ Lunch Time ( Chapter 1 )

Author's note: Just a little something I thought of while “reading” (looking at the pictures) the Chain of Memories manga. I'm a Marluxia/Naminé freak, and I could just picture Marluxia coming up with this.

 

 

 

Lunch Time

 

 

 

Some people might think that losing one's heart and becoming a nobody would turn one into some sort of undead creature that did not require food or sleep, but it was not so. Nobodies had lost their heart, but they still needed to take care of their bodies to survive, and thus one day, Naminé had her food brought to her by Marluxia, of all people.

 

Usually, it was either Larxene or Axel who brought her meals, and on very rare occasions, one of the other members present in Castle Oblivion, but never the Lord of the place himself. “Hello Naminé. How is my precious little witch this fine afternoon?” he inquired pleasantly, and she tensed immediately.

 

Whenever he used that sugary-sweet tone, it was a sure sign that he had devised some new sick way to entertain himself at her expense. He set the tray holding her lunch in front of her, and pulled up a chair to sit next to her. “I'm fine”, she answered, discreetly inching away from his overpowering presence.

 

He noticed her maneuver, and promptly slid an arm around her shoulders, effectively restraining her, but he made no comment. “Are you hungry?”, he asked her, picking up the fork and spearing a small piece of chicken with it. “Yes”, she said meekly, wondering what he was up to.

 

“Well, in that case…” he said, quickly putting the food into his mouth, but he made no motion to chew or swallow it. Naminé had to stare at him in complete puzzlement before letting out a sigh. If he wanted to taunt her by eating while she starved, let him have his fun, but she would not give him the satisfaction of paying attention to him.

 

She reached for her sketch pad, aiming to continue her drawings until he decided to leave her alone. His hand shot out and knocked the pad to the floor, causing her to yelp in surprise. He still had his arm around her, preventing her from retrieving her pad. “You said you were hungry, did you not?” he stated, having swallowed his mouthful.

 

“Let's try this again”, he said, taking another bite from the plate and leaning forward, grabbing Naminé's chin. “Open your mouth”, he mumbled around the food, and she complied, more out of confusion than obedience. He placed his lips on hers and pushed the food into her mouth with his tongue, causing her to gasp and nearly choke on the mouthful of rice he had just fed her.

 

He chuckled appreciatively as she struggled to swallow the food, offering her a glass of water, which she gratefully took. She coughed a few times, taking a sip of water now and then to soothe her protesting throat. “Are you trying to kill me?” she blurted, clutching at her chest and squirming to get out of his grasp, but he held fast.

 

“Don't be silly, Naminé”, he chided, rubbing her back gently. “Now, one more time”, he instructed, taking another bite and looking at her expectantly. Naminé shook her head, unwilling to continue this ridiculous game he seemed intent on playing.

 

He swallowed. “Naminé, you will do as I tell you, or I promise this will be the last meal you will have in a very long time”, he threatened, his face darkening in displeasure, before placing food inside his mouth once more and leaning back, his eyes challenging her.

 

She hesitated for a moment, but then she decided that the sooner she did as he instructed, the sooner this would be over. He made no move to get closer or make her access easier, so she was left with no choice but to crawl onto his lap, straddling him for stability. He smirked devilishly as her lips connected with his, opening his mouth and pushing with his tongue so she could get her reward.

 

She chewed the food and swallowed, her faced turning bright red as he kept massaging her lips with his while she ate. “Very good”, he praised her, repeating his previous actions. Once more, Naminé leaned against him, pushing her mouth against his and retrieving her food one bite at a time.

 

Naminé found this whole situation mortifying, but Marluxia was having the time of his life, and he made it a point to manifest his enjoyment by moaning into Naminé's mouth during each kiss, his hands holding her steady.

 

Very soon, the plate was empty, and Naminé was swallowing the last bite, her face flushed a deep crimson as Marluxia nuzzled her neck contentedly, his hands firmly holding her hips. “Good girl”, he crooned, loosening his hold, allowing her to go back to her own chair.

 

He picked up the dirty dishes, packed them back on the tray, preparing to leave the room. “I will see you tomorrow, my sweet”, he whispered, disappearing into darkness, leaving Naminé alone with her thoughts. “Tomorrow?” she repeated, long after he was gone. What was he planning now?

 

 

 

End part 1

 

Next chapter: Bath Time