Saïx x Larxene [Kingdom Hearts]
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Saïx x Larxene
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG-13
Motion
Sometimes the gentle motion of bodies rocking together in the dark was all Larxene needed to sate her desires, and sometimes Saïx was satisfied with that.
Cool
“I may be ‘cool’ with a lot of things, Larxene,” Saïx said, eyeing the whip in the blonde’s long fingers, “but I am not cool with that.”
Young
“You always act like you’re so old and wise,” Larxene bit out, cold eyes surveying Saïx, until something sparked, like electricity, warming them, “but I bet I’m the only one who knows how young you really are.”
Last
Their last kiss was weeks before their last goodbye, and in her last moments, Larxene thought of an X-shaped scar and how it felt under her lips in that tense moment that felt like it was so long ago.
Wrong
“Would it be wrong of me to assume that you’re a bit of a sadist?” Saïx asked with a smirk as the Savage Nymph scraped sharp fingernails across his skin.
Gentle
“Be gentle,” Larxene cooed, eyes soft and almost innocent before Saïx laughed and she cackled, shoving him roughly against the wall.
One
When it was all over, all Saïx wished for was one last touch of Larxene’s lips on his.
Thousand
Saïx believed that it wouldn’t have mattered whether he’d told Larxene once or a thousand times that he loved her, but once she was gone without ever hearing it, he began to wonder how true that really was.
King
“He thinks he’s the king of this damned place,” Larxene scoffed as the Superior walked past, then smirked at Saïx with “and you’re the crowned fucking prince.”
Learn
They’d never know what love was, or what it meant to be selfless and give themselves wholly to another, but there were brief moments in which they thought they could learn.
Blur
When Larxene touched him the world became a blur and blonde hair became Saïx’s only anchor to reality.
Wait
She never waited long enough for him to speak; to tell her what he thought of what they’d just done, instead opting to leave the moment she was able to.
Change
Saïx had told Larxene he never wanted her to change, and she’d laughed in his face, calling him a liar, but she stayed the same anyway, just for him.
Command
“You can’t command me like your other fucking dogs!” Larxene shouted, hiding her wince when Saïx immediately backed down.
Hold
Larxene didn’t like to be held, but in certain moments, at certain times, she would let Saïx hold her until they both drifted to sleep.
Need
Saïx tried to convince himself that he didn’t need Larxene, or anyone for that matter, and wouldn’t until he obtained his heart, but he knew that once he did the hole she’d left would be more pronounced than ever.
Vision
Days later, Saïx remembered only that his vision had blurred a little; not that he had fallen to his knees and begun to sob when he learned of Larxene’s demise.
Attention
“Do you like the attention he gives you,” Larxene asked, referring to their Superior as she climbed into Saïx’s lap, “more than you like the attention from me?”
Soul
Larxene traced a finger over Saïx’s bare chest, spelling out the word “soul” and whispering, “Though it would be nice to have a heart, too.”
Picture
When Axel mentioned burnt pictures, the Superior had to restrain Saïx as he shouted “at least you had pictures!”
Fool
“You’re a fool for having anything to do with me,” Saïx said as he bit Larxene’s lip, swallowing her twisted smile.
Mad
“If you keep hanging around those idiots people will think you’ve gone mad,” Saïx said haughtily, starting a rift between himself and Larxene that would never fully mend.
Child
Sometimes Larxene was like a child that needed guidance that Saïx was more than happy to provide, but more often then not, it was Larxene who led the other.
Now
Every now and then, words like “need” and “love” flit through Saïx’s mind when he thinks about Larxene, but he shrugs them off, knowing her better than that.
Shadow
Sometimes, when it was late and he was alone, he would see shadows that weren’t really there; shadows with antennae that crackled with electricity and disappeared as soon as he said her name.
Goodbye
Even if they hated each other more than they ever could have loved each other-even if they couldn’t hate or love at all-it still ate away at him that their goodbye was filled with anger and jealousy instead of the want and need he wanted to give her now that she was gone.
Hide
They tried to keep it hidden; meeting in abandoned corridors and keeping their voices down when possible, but it wasn’t long before everyone knew that Larxene was doing Saïx.
Fortune
When Saïx asked Larxene if she would still be there in the morning and she answered affirmatively, he smiled, kissing her neck and saying “then I have many fortunes indeed.”
Safe
They never felt safe with each other, which may have been why their relationship was so turbulent, but Saïx always felt a little less alone with Larxene nearby.
Ghost
Larxene’s breath ghosted across Saïx’s cheek, soft and gentle; so unlike the hard, rough touches she lavished on him, and he smiled, content with everything about her.
Book
When Axel gave Saïx the book Larxene had been reading at Castle Oblivion, the Berserker smiled fondly, to keep himself from breaking down.
Eye
Once Larxene had said that Saïx’s gold eyes creeped her out a little, so he always did his best to keep them closed or hooded when she was especially close.
Never
“I never wanted this,” Larxene said softly, letting Saïx hold her in one of the rare moments when Nothingness got the best of her.
Sing
On nights when Larxene thought Saïx had fallen asleep before her, she would go and stand on his balcony, unaware that the other stayed inside to watch her in the moonlight and hear her soft songs of home.
Sudden
Their relationship ended as suddenly as it had started, with all the same screaming and pain, only this time there was no one to comfort them; no Larxene to whisper harsh words in Saïx’s pointed ears and make it all go away.
Stop
Sometimes Larxene would stop abruptly just to see that feral look of hunger in Saïx’s eyes in the moment he was denied one of the only things that made him feel alive.
Time
In time, Saïx knew, it would all go away: the feeling, the regret, the memory of Larxene altogether.
Wash
By not going with Larxene, Saïx felt he had signed her death warrant, and no matter how hard he tried her blood would never fully wash from his hands.
Torn
Torn pages littered the floor of the library, flying around Larxene’s head as she screamed at Saïx, who watched with apparent indifference even though inside he was screaming just as loudly back.
History
Before Saïx fell, all his history came back to him, from the sharp pain of his losses to the sweet taste of her lips.
Power
“It’s funny how you think you have any sort of power over me,” Larxene smirked when Saïx made a face, and then bit his lip for emphasis.
Bother
Even after the most exhausting of sessions, Larxene always found it cute when Saïx bothered to clean up immediately afterward.
God
“God,” Larxene breathed as sharp teeth scraped her neck, and Saïx laughed at the irony.
Wall
Of all the places he’d ever been trapped, Saïx thought his favorite was between Larxene and a wall.
Naked
Larxene was disappointed that she could only see the scrapes and scars on Saïx’s body when they were naked, but still, it was nice to have a secret.
Drive
“We’re gonna drive each other crazy,” Larxene said in a voice that suggested she already was, but Saïx pinned her and kissed her all the same.
Harm
They had done more harm than good to each other, they knew, but Saïx would smirk and tell Larxene that what didn’t kill them made them stronger.
Precious
Saïx wanted to say she was precious to him; wanted to call her beautiful and perfect, but he knew Larxene would laugh at him, so instead he kissed her possessively and held her tighter.
Hunger
Their kisses were never anything that could even remotely be called “loving,” but rather needy, and hungry; Saïx looking for completion in Larxene just as much as she looked for it in him.
Believe
Sometimes all they could do was believe-believe that they’d get their hearts back; believe that they’d survive until tomorrow; believe that the other would still want them if they lived that long.
Pairing: Saïx x Larxene
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG-13
Motion
Sometimes the gentle motion of bodies rocking together in the dark was all Larxene needed to sate her desires, and sometimes Saïx was satisfied with that.
Cool
“I may be ‘cool’ with a lot of things, Larxene,” Saïx said, eyeing the whip in the blonde’s long fingers, “but I am not cool with that.”
Young
“You always act like you’re so old and wise,” Larxene bit out, cold eyes surveying Saïx, until something sparked, like electricity, warming them, “but I bet I’m the only one who knows how young you really are.”
Last
Their last kiss was weeks before their last goodbye, and in her last moments, Larxene thought of an X-shaped scar and how it felt under her lips in that tense moment that felt like it was so long ago.
Wrong
“Would it be wrong of me to assume that you’re a bit of a sadist?” Saïx asked with a smirk as the Savage Nymph scraped sharp fingernails across his skin.
Gentle
“Be gentle,” Larxene cooed, eyes soft and almost innocent before Saïx laughed and she cackled, shoving him roughly against the wall.
One
When it was all over, all Saïx wished for was one last touch of Larxene’s lips on his.
Thousand
Saïx believed that it wouldn’t have mattered whether he’d told Larxene once or a thousand times that he loved her, but once she was gone without ever hearing it, he began to wonder how true that really was.
King
“He thinks he’s the king of this damned place,” Larxene scoffed as the Superior walked past, then smirked at Saïx with “and you’re the crowned fucking prince.”
Learn
They’d never know what love was, or what it meant to be selfless and give themselves wholly to another, but there were brief moments in which they thought they could learn.
Blur
When Larxene touched him the world became a blur and blonde hair became Saïx’s only anchor to reality.
Wait
She never waited long enough for him to speak; to tell her what he thought of what they’d just done, instead opting to leave the moment she was able to.
Change
Saïx had told Larxene he never wanted her to change, and she’d laughed in his face, calling him a liar, but she stayed the same anyway, just for him.
Command
“You can’t command me like your other fucking dogs!” Larxene shouted, hiding her wince when Saïx immediately backed down.
Hold
Larxene didn’t like to be held, but in certain moments, at certain times, she would let Saïx hold her until they both drifted to sleep.
Need
Saïx tried to convince himself that he didn’t need Larxene, or anyone for that matter, and wouldn’t until he obtained his heart, but he knew that once he did the hole she’d left would be more pronounced than ever.
Vision
Days later, Saïx remembered only that his vision had blurred a little; not that he had fallen to his knees and begun to sob when he learned of Larxene’s demise.
Attention
“Do you like the attention he gives you,” Larxene asked, referring to their Superior as she climbed into Saïx’s lap, “more than you like the attention from me?”
Soul
Larxene traced a finger over Saïx’s bare chest, spelling out the word “soul” and whispering, “Though it would be nice to have a heart, too.”
Picture
When Axel mentioned burnt pictures, the Superior had to restrain Saïx as he shouted “at least you had pictures!”
Fool
“You’re a fool for having anything to do with me,” Saïx said as he bit Larxene’s lip, swallowing her twisted smile.
Mad
“If you keep hanging around those idiots people will think you’ve gone mad,” Saïx said haughtily, starting a rift between himself and Larxene that would never fully mend.
Child
Sometimes Larxene was like a child that needed guidance that Saïx was more than happy to provide, but more often then not, it was Larxene who led the other.
Now
Every now and then, words like “need” and “love” flit through Saïx’s mind when he thinks about Larxene, but he shrugs them off, knowing her better than that.
Shadow
Sometimes, when it was late and he was alone, he would see shadows that weren’t really there; shadows with antennae that crackled with electricity and disappeared as soon as he said her name.
Goodbye
Even if they hated each other more than they ever could have loved each other-even if they couldn’t hate or love at all-it still ate away at him that their goodbye was filled with anger and jealousy instead of the want and need he wanted to give her now that she was gone.
Hide
They tried to keep it hidden; meeting in abandoned corridors and keeping their voices down when possible, but it wasn’t long before everyone knew that Larxene was doing Saïx.
Fortune
When Saïx asked Larxene if she would still be there in the morning and she answered affirmatively, he smiled, kissing her neck and saying “then I have many fortunes indeed.”
Safe
They never felt safe with each other, which may have been why their relationship was so turbulent, but Saïx always felt a little less alone with Larxene nearby.
Ghost
Larxene’s breath ghosted across Saïx’s cheek, soft and gentle; so unlike the hard, rough touches she lavished on him, and he smiled, content with everything about her.
Book
When Axel gave Saïx the book Larxene had been reading at Castle Oblivion, the Berserker smiled fondly, to keep himself from breaking down.
Eye
Once Larxene had said that Saïx’s gold eyes creeped her out a little, so he always did his best to keep them closed or hooded when she was especially close.
Never
“I never wanted this,” Larxene said softly, letting Saïx hold her in one of the rare moments when Nothingness got the best of her.
Sing
On nights when Larxene thought Saïx had fallen asleep before her, she would go and stand on his balcony, unaware that the other stayed inside to watch her in the moonlight and hear her soft songs of home.
Sudden
Their relationship ended as suddenly as it had started, with all the same screaming and pain, only this time there was no one to comfort them; no Larxene to whisper harsh words in Saïx’s pointed ears and make it all go away.
Stop
Sometimes Larxene would stop abruptly just to see that feral look of hunger in Saïx’s eyes in the moment he was denied one of the only things that made him feel alive.
Time
In time, Saïx knew, it would all go away: the feeling, the regret, the memory of Larxene altogether.
Wash
By not going with Larxene, Saïx felt he had signed her death warrant, and no matter how hard he tried her blood would never fully wash from his hands.
Torn
Torn pages littered the floor of the library, flying around Larxene’s head as she screamed at Saïx, who watched with apparent indifference even though inside he was screaming just as loudly back.
History
Before Saïx fell, all his history came back to him, from the sharp pain of his losses to the sweet taste of her lips.
Power
“It’s funny how you think you have any sort of power over me,” Larxene smirked when Saïx made a face, and then bit his lip for emphasis.
Bother
Even after the most exhausting of sessions, Larxene always found it cute when Saïx bothered to clean up immediately afterward.
God
“God,” Larxene breathed as sharp teeth scraped her neck, and Saïx laughed at the irony.
Wall
Of all the places he’d ever been trapped, Saïx thought his favorite was between Larxene and a wall.
Naked
Larxene was disappointed that she could only see the scrapes and scars on Saïx’s body when they were naked, but still, it was nice to have a secret.
Drive
“We’re gonna drive each other crazy,” Larxene said in a voice that suggested she already was, but Saïx pinned her and kissed her all the same.
Harm
They had done more harm than good to each other, they knew, but Saïx would smirk and tell Larxene that what didn’t kill them made them stronger.
Precious
Saïx wanted to say she was precious to him; wanted to call her beautiful and perfect, but he knew Larxene would laugh at him, so instead he kissed her possessively and held her tighter.
Hunger
Their kisses were never anything that could even remotely be called “loving,” but rather needy, and hungry; Saïx looking for completion in Larxene just as much as she looked for it in him.
Believe
Sometimes all they could do was believe-believe that they’d get their hearts back; believe that they’d survive until tomorrow; believe that the other would still want them if they lived that long.