[Paying for Extra Time][Axel/Xemnas][NSFW]
Color flushed to the Nobody's cheek, deep green eyes squeezing shut to hide a gaze of panic. Static sounds of fabrics moving across each other held the only known voice in the room. Axel shattered the lingering song of the sheets twisting with a broken gasp, hushing it as he forced his face into the cool silk surface of a pillow. The cloth, so fine and unmarred, wrinkled at the grip the red headed man placed on it. Fingers clawed and clung with arms trembling, sweat so heavy it reflected light in brilliant beams.
Again, Axel gasped into the pillow, face surfacing with a sudden bend of his spine. Lips parted to give out a silent cry of pain, eyes bolting open to reveal shock. Bare shoulders quaked with the strain put upon them, twitching as two rivulets of dulled blood trickled over them. For every denial of his body Axel wanted to make, there was always that one specific reason that he had to remain silent for.
A pair of pale, chilled hips met his skin from behind, the harsh slap of body meeting body a general announcement of the mans immense pain. The Superior, his long silvery hair spread over him like a loose shawl, tickled the younger Nobody's body as it glided over the twitching muscles of his back. Metal had been forced into Axel's skin, prying him apart from the back to spread himself wider. A sick fetish to sate in order to get what he wanted.
Some may have seen this as too much for too little. A price paid in tenfold for a silly trinket only worth a few blinks of an eye. To Axel, this trinket meant his life, his soul. A trivial little toy just as much as he was to the Superior. Each thundering push into his body made for a silent gasp or a hushed cry. Every droplet of blood used to paint his skin in strange patterns were just more decoration on his form, like the metal.
With a sudden release, an outward standstill to the pain, Axel fell in a panting heap to the wet bedsheets, slopping into his own blood. Streams of useless white stung as they found open wounds and sores on his person. Used...
While Axel slowly sat up, naked to slough off the metal, the Superior stood at the bedside and covered his sheen of sweat with a flowing ebony silk robe. The other man did his best to cover the body he now felt so dirty to have.
"It is done. You have two more weeks, Axel. Or you will return to my bedchambers for another payment." Bare steps took for a darker door, stopping to linger in the frame. "And next time, I will not hesitate to take everything from you."
Again, Axel gasped into the pillow, face surfacing with a sudden bend of his spine. Lips parted to give out a silent cry of pain, eyes bolting open to reveal shock. Bare shoulders quaked with the strain put upon them, twitching as two rivulets of dulled blood trickled over them. For every denial of his body Axel wanted to make, there was always that one specific reason that he had to remain silent for.
A pair of pale, chilled hips met his skin from behind, the harsh slap of body meeting body a general announcement of the mans immense pain. The Superior, his long silvery hair spread over him like a loose shawl, tickled the younger Nobody's body as it glided over the twitching muscles of his back. Metal had been forced into Axel's skin, prying him apart from the back to spread himself wider. A sick fetish to sate in order to get what he wanted.
Some may have seen this as too much for too little. A price paid in tenfold for a silly trinket only worth a few blinks of an eye. To Axel, this trinket meant his life, his soul. A trivial little toy just as much as he was to the Superior. Each thundering push into his body made for a silent gasp or a hushed cry. Every droplet of blood used to paint his skin in strange patterns were just more decoration on his form, like the metal.
With a sudden release, an outward standstill to the pain, Axel fell in a panting heap to the wet bedsheets, slopping into his own blood. Streams of useless white stung as they found open wounds and sores on his person. Used...
While Axel slowly sat up, naked to slough off the metal, the Superior stood at the bedside and covered his sheen of sweat with a flowing ebony silk robe. The other man did his best to cover the body he now felt so dirty to have.
"It is done. You have two more weeks, Axel. Or you will return to my bedchambers for another payment." Bare steps took for a darker door, stopping to linger in the frame. "And next time, I will not hesitate to take everything from you."