Fic
Saix kicked his shoes off before hoisting his feet up onto the bed. He settled back against the pillows and closed his eyes. It had been a good hunt, challenging, lengthy, and in the end, messy. He'd had to shower when they got back to the inn, and he knew that he was going to ache tomorrow. His scar was aching now, but it had been satisfying, and Saix settled in the afterglow of a good fight, listening to Axel showering.
Saix had gone first because he'd been fighting more close range and had got significantly messier in the process.
After a moment, Saix got up again and retrieved his phone, digging Vexen's number out as he rearranged his towel and settled back onto the bed again. It rang five times before a voice answered.
“Yes?” He sounded testy, as if he'd been interrupted, but not tired, so Saix hadn't interrupted Vexen's sleep. If the man was even getting any.
“It's me,” he said, calmly.
“Ah.” Saix could almost hear Vexen calm down on the other end of the line. He'd asked Saix to call him when the hunt was over, after all. “Hello,” he said, more gently.
“Did I disturb you?” Saix asked, his voice lowering into a gentle purr. He was missing his husband, although the present company made up for it, not that he was about to tell Vexen that.
“Well, yes,” Vexen answered, and that touch of testiness was back in his voice. Saix heard the shower stop running in the adjoining bathroom. “I was doing the clan's accounts. Xigbar's made a complete mess of them, he's gone and entered one entry twice and forgotten to deduc--”
“Vexen?” Axel asked, as he emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Saix covered the mouthpiece and nodded. “Xigbar's winding him up again.”
“--t the new part for that blasted ship, and in other places he's outright made things up--”
Axel snorted. “You mean he's in full on whiny rant mode. Hang up.”
“-- I don't know how he expects me to sort this mess out. Hones--”
“I'm not hanging up on my husband,” Saix replied, in a whisper, and still with his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.
“--tly, I'd swear he does it just to make my life difficult.”
“Hang up,” Axel said, almost singing the word, with a devilish grin on his face.
“No.” Saix looked away from Axel and spoke down the phone, “In all likelihood, he does. You could always refuse to do it?”
“And then who would?” Vexen asked. Axel stood up and tiptoed over to Saix, leaning in to try and peel the phone out of Saix's hand. Saix held on tighter and waved Axel away. “I'm the only person here who seems to notice that Xigbar is fiddling our accounts. Did you reali--”
“Hang up or I'll make you hang up,” Axel said, smirking again. “You can listen to your husband bitch some other time.”
“Shh!” Saix hissed, keeping the phone covered with his hand again.
“--se that he's been taking money from the accounts? No receipts, no excuses, the money just goes, and further down the line there are mysterious payments in--”
Axel sighed and shook his head, sitting himself down on the bed next to Saix. He watched Saix listen to Vexen for a moment longer, and then picked up a corner of Saix's towel between finger and thumb, peeking as though amused.
Saix waved him away again, but Axel just mouthed 'Hang up' once more. When Saix shook his head, Axel peeled the towel back and grinned.
“-- that come from no apparent source. He doesn't go on any missions, so he's up to something that he doesn't want recorded. I think the other glaring errors are his attempt to cover it up.”
“Isn't that a little transparent?” Saix asked, and he shot Axel a disapproving look.
Axel wilfully ignored it, and reached out to trace his fingertips along Saix's pale thighs. Saix smacked his hand with the back of his own, making Axel grin and stand up.
“For Xigbar? No. He's just underestimated my intelligence.” Vexen sounded slightly peevish.
“Then that's his, very stupid, mistake.”
There was a slightly mollified huff on the other end of the phone, and Saix smiled slightly as Vexen changed the subject, sounding a little softer, “When will you be home?”
“We'll be leaving tomorrow,” Saix said, gently, “so three or four days, depending on our transport.”
“You didn't get hurt?” There was an edge to Vexen's voice again, and Saix smiled at it with faint amusement. Axel rolled his eyes and disappeared back into the bathroom. He hadn't shaved for two days, and desperately needed it.
“No,” Saix answered, “nothing a few potions couldn't solve, at least.” He swore he heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.
“Good.” There was a pause, and then, “I'll be glad to have you home.”
Saix smiled and settled deeper into the bed before he answered, softly, “I miss you too.” His free hand trailed up, and found the collar around his neck. He only took it off to shower. He didn't wear a wedding ring; they could catch too easily in a fight, but he wore the collar.
“I have something for you when you get back,” Vexen said.
Saix raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Is it you?”
“You have a one track mind, Saix,” was the response, but Saix smiled more broadly because there was amusement in Vexen's voice, faint, but still there.
“So you tell me,” Saix answered, drawing his fingers down from his collar and trailing them over his own chest and stomach. “It's not my fault if I miss you,” he defended, his voice turning into a low and intimate growl.
“I can hear what you're doing in there!” Axel yelled from the bathroom.
Saix ignored him as he asked, “Are you alone?”
There was some hesitation from Vexen, and Saix heard a book close before Vexen answered, “Yes.”
“I knew you missed me,” Saix said, growling through a smile. It turned contented as he sighed and said, “I'll make up for it when I get home.”
“You always do,” Vexen answered, but Saix could hear the slip of a silk tie being undone.
“I hope you're wearing that full suit again,” Saix smirked and wriggled all the way down on the bed, tracing his fingers delicately over himself, drawing idle circles over his own cock, and wishing it was Vexen's hand instead. “The one with the matching waistcoat. Last time I didn't even unfasten it all.” Vexen had looked delightful, arched back over his desk, shirt half open and pushed up, trousers halfway down his thighs and Saix squeezed in between his legs, hands and hips making Vexen knock things off his own desk.
Even if he'd made Saix move the book and paperwork neatly to the floor first. He'd still sent his pens and the desk lamp flying. Saix had bought him a replacement afterwards.
“I remember,” Vexen answered, sounding a little strained, in a good way. “But I was thinking more,” he trailed off, and Saix purred wordless encouragement to continue before Vexen did, “you remember when you tied me up?”
Saix groaned, and gave up teasing himself to take matters fully into hand. “Will you be waiting for me?”
Vexen gave a little murmur and Saix smirked, closing his eyes. “Go slow,” he told Vexen, “I want to hear you drive yourself wild.”
“Like you will with me?” Vexen asked.
“I'll do more than drive you wild,” Saix murred.
“Can anyone join in?” Axel asked. Saix opened his eyes to find his best friend and, unbeknownst to Vexen, occasional bit on the side, smirking at him with his arms folded. Saix gave him a disapproving look.
“What will you do to me?” Vexen asked, and Saix closed his eyes and tilted his head back into the pillows.
The things he'd like to do to Vexen. Some of them were terrible. He'd like to tie him up and lick every inch of him until he begged to be taken, he'd like to press him against a wall and fuck him until he couldn't stand, he'd like, more than anything, to take him and suck him at the same time until he thrashed and came, and then take him again, and again until he was too weak to hold himself up and had to beg to stop, until his throat was hoarse from calling Saix's name....
And he wanted to gather him in his arms in the soft light of morning and take him slow, and gentle, with fingers in his hair and Vexen breathing his name against his lips, gasping and flushed, and pleasured, making love in each other's arms until they finished and slept again, sticky and close.
“If I have you tied up?” He asked, forgetting about Axel for a moment. “I'll kiss you senseless, everywhere.” He smiled. “I'll work my way down from your mouth and kiss every spare inch of you.”
Saix opened his eyes, then, as his hand was pulled away from his own cock. He looked up to find Axel smirking down at him. “You did that to me, night before last,” Axel taunted. “What's next? Gonna bite his shoulder, kiss his thighs,” he smirked wider, “flip him over and stick your tongue up his ass until he squeals?” Axel slipped his fingers over the head of Saix's cock and looked at him sharply as he squirmed. “Were you thinking of him?” He asked.
Saix nearly missed Vexen's response. Axel was being distracting, but he caught the appreciative murmur, and the “What next?”
Saix was momentarily torn, and then he shook his head, his eyes closed, and answered Vexen, “I'd bend down and suck you off,” he growled, “take you all the way in, and suck slow. I'd want you to last.”
Axel eyed the phone, and then tightened his grip on Saix, giving him one single firm stroke that made Saix bite his lip and grunt, back arching.
“I'd start with my tongue and swallow you down, bit by bit,” he told Vexen. His eyes widened as Axel held his gaze and bent down, positioning himself between Saix's legs and doing exactly as Saix said. Saix squirmed again, catching himself gasping and swallowing it down.
On the other end of the phone, Vexen was giving an appreciative murmur. “Sounds like you're missing me,” he said.
“Like you wouldn't believe,” Saix answered, and closed his eyes as he caught Axel looking up at him with those green eyes, his red hair down around his face, and his mouth very definitely filled. Axel sucked as he drew up and circled his tongue around the head. Saix had to swallow to keep from saying anything. “I miss everything,” Saix said, his voice a touch strained as Axel started to descend on him once more, “I'd want to make it last.”
Vexen gave another approving murmur, and between that, and the feel of Axel's hot tongue swiping over his flesh, Saix struggled to maintain his composure. He had dream of this, fantasies, things he imagined when he was alone that he'd never tell either of them. Being able to have them both at once, being taken by Axel while he pleasured Vexen, it truly was the stuff of his wildest dreams.
It was getting really hard to keep up the conversation with Vexen.
“Would you,” Vexen asked, tentatively, and Saix could tell he was stroking himself off. He had that faraway, slightly desperate tone, “do that thing with your mouth?”
Saix smirked, remembering the way Vexen had yelped with shock, and then squirmed, groaning with pleasure, the first time he'd ever done it. “You have to ask?” He growled, and then jumped, arching as Axel distracted him again, the long finger of one hand tracing under him and pressing just slightly in as Axel sucked in earnest. He groaned afterwards, looking down at Axel and meeting those brilliant green eyes. He was sure that Axel would be smirking.
“Would you make me beg?” Vexen sounded quiet, now, and Saix squeezed his eyes shut to try and hold on. It was overstimulating, hearing Vexen at his lust-driven best, and having Axel, oh Axel, sucking him while he talked dirty to his husband. He wanted to throw the phone down and ask Axel to get on with it, but he also wanted to listen to every self induced gasp from his husband as he thought of Saix and the things he'd do when he got home.
“Would you want me to?” He asked, and sunk his fingers into Axel's hair, gripping, but not outright pulling, unable to stop a twitch of his hips, wanting to go deep into Axel's mouth again as he drew patterns on the head of Saix's cock with the tip of his tongue.
“Yes,” Vexen answered.
“Then of course I would,” Saix answered, and groaned, strangling it, as Axel took the whole of him in again and sucked. “And then I'd take you,” he said, sounding strained, “I'd take you until you screamed for me.”
“Hard?” Vexen asked. Saix closed his eyes and could see the image in his mind; Vexen, phone in one hand, tie undone, shirt unbuttoned, his other hand attending to himself as he arched back in the chair at his desk, blond hair everywhere and green eyes bright. He'd be flushed, too, his lips red and cheeks pink, and his breath coming in the pants Saix could hear.
“Hard,” he growled, “until you came for me.”
He heard Vexen come on the other end of the phone, his gasp, and the shift of his clothes as he tensed, and relaxed. He was breathless afterwards.
Saix didn't have time to smirk as he swallowed the name in his throat and squirmed again. He groaned in warning, opening his eyes so he could look down at Axel, who looked up at him with vindictive amusement just before Saix came. Axel swallowed it, continue to suck, softly, before he pulled away and licked his lips.
Saix swallowed, listening to Vexen gasp for breath for a few more seconds before he said, “I love you.”
It was a second or two before Vexen replied, “I love you too.”
“I should go,” Saix sighed, “Axel's here.”
“Don't ruin it,” Vexen replied, grumpily. “I'll see you when you get home.”
“Goodbye,” Saix said.
He looked at Axel as he hung up. His best friend had sprawled back across the bed, and Saix glared at him, just a little. “That was not a smart thing to do,” he said.
“You never said stop,” Axel smirked. Then he shrugged, “Didn't want you to forget what we were up to a couple of nights ago.”
“You say that as though I could,” Saix accused.
“I'm right here, next time you're in that mood, got it memorized?”
Saix looked unimpressed, and then, with some effort, he swung himself up and over, sitting astride Axel and looking down at him. “You really need to stop saying that,” he said, before he bent down and kissed Axel, hard, tasting himself in Axel's mouth.
Saix had gone first because he'd been fighting more close range and had got significantly messier in the process.
After a moment, Saix got up again and retrieved his phone, digging Vexen's number out as he rearranged his towel and settled back onto the bed again. It rang five times before a voice answered.
“Yes?” He sounded testy, as if he'd been interrupted, but not tired, so Saix hadn't interrupted Vexen's sleep. If the man was even getting any.
“It's me,” he said, calmly.
“Ah.” Saix could almost hear Vexen calm down on the other end of the line. He'd asked Saix to call him when the hunt was over, after all. “Hello,” he said, more gently.
“Did I disturb you?” Saix asked, his voice lowering into a gentle purr. He was missing his husband, although the present company made up for it, not that he was about to tell Vexen that.
“Well, yes,” Vexen answered, and that touch of testiness was back in his voice. Saix heard the shower stop running in the adjoining bathroom. “I was doing the clan's accounts. Xigbar's made a complete mess of them, he's gone and entered one entry twice and forgotten to deduc--”
“Vexen?” Axel asked, as he emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Saix covered the mouthpiece and nodded. “Xigbar's winding him up again.”
“--t the new part for that blasted ship, and in other places he's outright made things up--”
Axel snorted. “You mean he's in full on whiny rant mode. Hang up.”
“-- I don't know how he expects me to sort this mess out. Hones--”
“I'm not hanging up on my husband,” Saix replied, in a whisper, and still with his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.
“--tly, I'd swear he does it just to make my life difficult.”
“Hang up,” Axel said, almost singing the word, with a devilish grin on his face.
“No.” Saix looked away from Axel and spoke down the phone, “In all likelihood, he does. You could always refuse to do it?”
“And then who would?” Vexen asked. Axel stood up and tiptoed over to Saix, leaning in to try and peel the phone out of Saix's hand. Saix held on tighter and waved Axel away. “I'm the only person here who seems to notice that Xigbar is fiddling our accounts. Did you reali--”
“Hang up or I'll make you hang up,” Axel said, smirking again. “You can listen to your husband bitch some other time.”
“Shh!” Saix hissed, keeping the phone covered with his hand again.
“--se that he's been taking money from the accounts? No receipts, no excuses, the money just goes, and further down the line there are mysterious payments in--”
Axel sighed and shook his head, sitting himself down on the bed next to Saix. He watched Saix listen to Vexen for a moment longer, and then picked up a corner of Saix's towel between finger and thumb, peeking as though amused.
Saix waved him away again, but Axel just mouthed 'Hang up' once more. When Saix shook his head, Axel peeled the towel back and grinned.
“-- that come from no apparent source. He doesn't go on any missions, so he's up to something that he doesn't want recorded. I think the other glaring errors are his attempt to cover it up.”
“Isn't that a little transparent?” Saix asked, and he shot Axel a disapproving look.
Axel wilfully ignored it, and reached out to trace his fingertips along Saix's pale thighs. Saix smacked his hand with the back of his own, making Axel grin and stand up.
“For Xigbar? No. He's just underestimated my intelligence.” Vexen sounded slightly peevish.
“Then that's his, very stupid, mistake.”
There was a slightly mollified huff on the other end of the phone, and Saix smiled slightly as Vexen changed the subject, sounding a little softer, “When will you be home?”
“We'll be leaving tomorrow,” Saix said, gently, “so three or four days, depending on our transport.”
“You didn't get hurt?” There was an edge to Vexen's voice again, and Saix smiled at it with faint amusement. Axel rolled his eyes and disappeared back into the bathroom. He hadn't shaved for two days, and desperately needed it.
“No,” Saix answered, “nothing a few potions couldn't solve, at least.” He swore he heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.
“Good.” There was a pause, and then, “I'll be glad to have you home.”
Saix smiled and settled deeper into the bed before he answered, softly, “I miss you too.” His free hand trailed up, and found the collar around his neck. He only took it off to shower. He didn't wear a wedding ring; they could catch too easily in a fight, but he wore the collar.
“I have something for you when you get back,” Vexen said.
Saix raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Is it you?”
“You have a one track mind, Saix,” was the response, but Saix smiled more broadly because there was amusement in Vexen's voice, faint, but still there.
“So you tell me,” Saix answered, drawing his fingers down from his collar and trailing them over his own chest and stomach. “It's not my fault if I miss you,” he defended, his voice turning into a low and intimate growl.
“I can hear what you're doing in there!” Axel yelled from the bathroom.
Saix ignored him as he asked, “Are you alone?”
There was some hesitation from Vexen, and Saix heard a book close before Vexen answered, “Yes.”
“I knew you missed me,” Saix said, growling through a smile. It turned contented as he sighed and said, “I'll make up for it when I get home.”
“You always do,” Vexen answered, but Saix could hear the slip of a silk tie being undone.
“I hope you're wearing that full suit again,” Saix smirked and wriggled all the way down on the bed, tracing his fingers delicately over himself, drawing idle circles over his own cock, and wishing it was Vexen's hand instead. “The one with the matching waistcoat. Last time I didn't even unfasten it all.” Vexen had looked delightful, arched back over his desk, shirt half open and pushed up, trousers halfway down his thighs and Saix squeezed in between his legs, hands and hips making Vexen knock things off his own desk.
Even if he'd made Saix move the book and paperwork neatly to the floor first. He'd still sent his pens and the desk lamp flying. Saix had bought him a replacement afterwards.
“I remember,” Vexen answered, sounding a little strained, in a good way. “But I was thinking more,” he trailed off, and Saix purred wordless encouragement to continue before Vexen did, “you remember when you tied me up?”
Saix groaned, and gave up teasing himself to take matters fully into hand. “Will you be waiting for me?”
Vexen gave a little murmur and Saix smirked, closing his eyes. “Go slow,” he told Vexen, “I want to hear you drive yourself wild.”
“Like you will with me?” Vexen asked.
“I'll do more than drive you wild,” Saix murred.
“Can anyone join in?” Axel asked. Saix opened his eyes to find his best friend and, unbeknownst to Vexen, occasional bit on the side, smirking at him with his arms folded. Saix gave him a disapproving look.
“What will you do to me?” Vexen asked, and Saix closed his eyes and tilted his head back into the pillows.
The things he'd like to do to Vexen. Some of them were terrible. He'd like to tie him up and lick every inch of him until he begged to be taken, he'd like to press him against a wall and fuck him until he couldn't stand, he'd like, more than anything, to take him and suck him at the same time until he thrashed and came, and then take him again, and again until he was too weak to hold himself up and had to beg to stop, until his throat was hoarse from calling Saix's name....
And he wanted to gather him in his arms in the soft light of morning and take him slow, and gentle, with fingers in his hair and Vexen breathing his name against his lips, gasping and flushed, and pleasured, making love in each other's arms until they finished and slept again, sticky and close.
“If I have you tied up?” He asked, forgetting about Axel for a moment. “I'll kiss you senseless, everywhere.” He smiled. “I'll work my way down from your mouth and kiss every spare inch of you.”
Saix opened his eyes, then, as his hand was pulled away from his own cock. He looked up to find Axel smirking down at him. “You did that to me, night before last,” Axel taunted. “What's next? Gonna bite his shoulder, kiss his thighs,” he smirked wider, “flip him over and stick your tongue up his ass until he squeals?” Axel slipped his fingers over the head of Saix's cock and looked at him sharply as he squirmed. “Were you thinking of him?” He asked.
Saix nearly missed Vexen's response. Axel was being distracting, but he caught the appreciative murmur, and the “What next?”
Saix was momentarily torn, and then he shook his head, his eyes closed, and answered Vexen, “I'd bend down and suck you off,” he growled, “take you all the way in, and suck slow. I'd want you to last.”
Axel eyed the phone, and then tightened his grip on Saix, giving him one single firm stroke that made Saix bite his lip and grunt, back arching.
“I'd start with my tongue and swallow you down, bit by bit,” he told Vexen. His eyes widened as Axel held his gaze and bent down, positioning himself between Saix's legs and doing exactly as Saix said. Saix squirmed again, catching himself gasping and swallowing it down.
On the other end of the phone, Vexen was giving an appreciative murmur. “Sounds like you're missing me,” he said.
“Like you wouldn't believe,” Saix answered, and closed his eyes as he caught Axel looking up at him with those green eyes, his red hair down around his face, and his mouth very definitely filled. Axel sucked as he drew up and circled his tongue around the head. Saix had to swallow to keep from saying anything. “I miss everything,” Saix said, his voice a touch strained as Axel started to descend on him once more, “I'd want to make it last.”
Vexen gave another approving murmur, and between that, and the feel of Axel's hot tongue swiping over his flesh, Saix struggled to maintain his composure. He had dream of this, fantasies, things he imagined when he was alone that he'd never tell either of them. Being able to have them both at once, being taken by Axel while he pleasured Vexen, it truly was the stuff of his wildest dreams.
It was getting really hard to keep up the conversation with Vexen.
“Would you,” Vexen asked, tentatively, and Saix could tell he was stroking himself off. He had that faraway, slightly desperate tone, “do that thing with your mouth?”
Saix smirked, remembering the way Vexen had yelped with shock, and then squirmed, groaning with pleasure, the first time he'd ever done it. “You have to ask?” He growled, and then jumped, arching as Axel distracted him again, the long finger of one hand tracing under him and pressing just slightly in as Axel sucked in earnest. He groaned afterwards, looking down at Axel and meeting those brilliant green eyes. He was sure that Axel would be smirking.
“Would you make me beg?” Vexen sounded quiet, now, and Saix squeezed his eyes shut to try and hold on. It was overstimulating, hearing Vexen at his lust-driven best, and having Axel, oh Axel, sucking him while he talked dirty to his husband. He wanted to throw the phone down and ask Axel to get on with it, but he also wanted to listen to every self induced gasp from his husband as he thought of Saix and the things he'd do when he got home.
“Would you want me to?” He asked, and sunk his fingers into Axel's hair, gripping, but not outright pulling, unable to stop a twitch of his hips, wanting to go deep into Axel's mouth again as he drew patterns on the head of Saix's cock with the tip of his tongue.
“Yes,” Vexen answered.
“Then of course I would,” Saix answered, and groaned, strangling it, as Axel took the whole of him in again and sucked. “And then I'd take you,” he said, sounding strained, “I'd take you until you screamed for me.”
“Hard?” Vexen asked. Saix closed his eyes and could see the image in his mind; Vexen, phone in one hand, tie undone, shirt unbuttoned, his other hand attending to himself as he arched back in the chair at his desk, blond hair everywhere and green eyes bright. He'd be flushed, too, his lips red and cheeks pink, and his breath coming in the pants Saix could hear.
“Hard,” he growled, “until you came for me.”
He heard Vexen come on the other end of the phone, his gasp, and the shift of his clothes as he tensed, and relaxed. He was breathless afterwards.
Saix didn't have time to smirk as he swallowed the name in his throat and squirmed again. He groaned in warning, opening his eyes so he could look down at Axel, who looked up at him with vindictive amusement just before Saix came. Axel swallowed it, continue to suck, softly, before he pulled away and licked his lips.
Saix swallowed, listening to Vexen gasp for breath for a few more seconds before he said, “I love you.”
It was a second or two before Vexen replied, “I love you too.”
“I should go,” Saix sighed, “Axel's here.”
“Don't ruin it,” Vexen replied, grumpily. “I'll see you when you get home.”
“Goodbye,” Saix said.
He looked at Axel as he hung up. His best friend had sprawled back across the bed, and Saix glared at him, just a little. “That was not a smart thing to do,” he said.
“You never said stop,” Axel smirked. Then he shrugged, “Didn't want you to forget what we were up to a couple of nights ago.”
“You say that as though I could,” Saix accused.
“I'm right here, next time you're in that mood, got it memorized?”
Saix looked unimpressed, and then, with some effort, he swung himself up and over, sitting astride Axel and looking down at him. “You really need to stop saying that,” he said, before he bent down and kissed Axel, hard, tasting himself in Axel's mouth.