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Not title...porn story done for a friend
Demyx wandered down the blank white halls of the castle, feeling unusually melancholy. Everyone was gone, away on missions, or just not around.
Well, Axel and Roxas were there, but Demyx didn’t exactly want a repeat of the last time he had walked in on Axel and Roxas when they were alone. He had just healed form the burns from last time. It was actually why he wasn’t on a mission at the moment.
Xemnas was there, of course, but Demyx made a point of it to avoid the superior. He didn’t really want to listen to another “We have no hearts so therefore we must take over kingdom hearts….” speech. Whatever, that was usually about the time Demyx fell asleep every time anyway.
Then Luxored was there, but Demyx didn’t feel like losing at strip poker again that week. For some reason the other nobody seemed to find it funny to constantly challenge Demyx to strip poker games. He constantly tried to get the boy alone where he couldn’t be rescued by the other organization members. (So far, Demyx had been lucky enough to be saved before he had to take his more than his jacket, shoes, and shirt off. his pants had been more than half off this last time, though, so Demyx was more than relieved.)
In fact, the last person who had pulled him out of the potentially humiliating game was Zexion, much to the melodious Nocturne’s Surprise(and the Gambler of Fate’s disappointment). Zexion actually spent a large amount of time in his room….scheming, Demyx assumed, because what else would the Cloaked Schemer be doing locked up by himself?
Suddenly the thought of the older nobody, (who Demyx had actually seen once in the halls earlier that day and so therefore knew was in the castle,) alone and by himself all the time made Demyx feel…..well, if he COULD feel….a little sad.
So he went to go find the lilac haired man.
Well, he really didn’t have to search. He was either in his room, the library, or in Vexen’s lab (though how he could stand it, Demyx had no clue. That place gave him the hibi-jibis).
Besides, Demyx needed to apologize to number Six. Not that he knew what for, exactly, but ever since he had walked in on that strip poker game, and saved Demyx from taking his pants all the way off, he had avoided Demyx more then usual. He wouldn’t even look at him now! Demyx wasn’t to sure what exactly was wrong, but he was determined to find out and set it to rights.
Fueled with a new goal and new determination, Demyx headed for Zexion hang-out spot numero uno; his bed room. It wasn’t that hard to find. It was the second door down from his on the hall and had a large number VI on it.
Stopping before the large WHITE (everything was white…..Demyx was surprised their underwear and uniforms weren’t white, but then they would probably be running into each other constantly. If they wore black they could see each other better) door, Demyx raised his hand and began to pound, not knock like normal people, but POUND FEROCIOUSLY on the door. He found people tended to be home more often when he did that, though he was not quite sure why.
“HEY ZEXY!!!! ARE YOU IN THERE?!?!?!?” he shouted through the door. He nearly fell forward on his face when the door suddenly swung open to reveal a very irritated looking Zexion.
“What?” The Cloaked Schemer hissed, glaring needles at Demyx, who promptly brushed him off with a smile.
“Hi! Can I come in?” He asked cheerfully. Zexion stared at him (well, actually he stared a little passed him) for a moment before closing the door in the younger nobody’s face with a firm “NO!” Demyx blinked at the door for a moment before going back to pounding on it.
“ZEXY!!!!!!!! OPEN UP!!!!” He wailed. His fist was starting to go numb when the door swung open again.
“I’M SORRY!”
Zexion blinked down at the smaller boy who had wailed out an apology before he could tell him to go away. His mind searched the last few days, trying to find something in his memory that the sitar player had to be sorry FOR, as he automatically stepped back to allow the other entrance to his room with out really thinking about it.
The blond stood in the room blinking around at the sudden contrast from the stark white halls. Everything in here was either deep purple, blue, gold or black. It was….pretty, but kind of depressing. Demyx wrinkled his nose, trying and failing to see why the higher ranked nobody spent so much time in there.
“What are you sorry for?” Demyx jumped at the sound of the soft, calm voice. Zexion had given up trying to figure out why the boy was apologizing to him out of the blue like that, and had decided to take the easier route and just ask.
“I’m not sure, but I think you have been mad at me ever since you walked in on Luxored kicking my ass at strip poker. I mean, When you walked in your face went all red and you haven’t really looked at me ever since, and every time I enter a room you leave it and…..and…..” Demyx trailed off, having worked himself up and become more and more distraught as he spoke, giving Zexion “the look.” The look that made him look so irresistibly, undeniably human…and that also meant he was about to cry, which just made “the look” that much more effective.
Zexion feared the day when Demyx learned what effect “the look” had on all of the other nobodies.
As it was, it was making him damn uncomfortable, and it wasn’t even the real problem at the moment…..
No, the real problem was that Zexion had counted on Demyx being to scatter brained to notice the difference in the way he was acting towards the smaller boy, but the blond had caught on anyway.
His mind raced again, this time trying to come up with a plausible excuse for his recent behavior that wouldn’t give away the fact that now every time he looked at the blond, he could see his slender, pale body without the obscuring coat and shirt and…..pants. And it was enough to stir up feelings that Zexion was pretty sure he was NOT supposed to have……..among other things that it *ahem* stirred.
Zexion was knocked out of his thoughts as Demyx suddenly flung himself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his face in his chest.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Whatever I did I’m sorry! I won’t ever play strip poker again, I swear! I didn’t even want to in the first place! Please don’t be mad at me!” He cried.
Zexion squirmed, his hands going to Demyx’s waist in surprise at the sudden action. He felt his cheeks heat up again as the boy pressed his body- his impossibly warm, FIRM body- as CLOSE as he could get it to the older man. He had to stop him or else……
“I-it’s ok, I wasn’t mad at you!” Zexion practically squeaked out, trying to pry the boy off of him, but the kid clung to him like a leach, looking up at him with huge, tear filled green eyes, making Zexion groan in dismay and something else, doubling his efforts to pry the kid off.
“You weren’t?” Demyx asked, his lower lip trembling a bit. Zexion shook his rather franticly.
“N-NO!” He yelped as Demyx moved a little closer. And then the boy was squealing a loud “YAY!!!” and burying his face in the crook of Zexion’s neck. It was one of the many times Zexion cursed having such sensitive skin as the boys warm breath hit the flesh above his pulse point.
And nose, he added a moment later as the scent of Demyx’s Shampoo, something he recognized as some new shampoo called “Caribbean Ocean” and a tangy, sweet scent that he recognized as purely Demyx, assaulted the overly sensitive organ.
As it always did, it sent a shock strait to his groin, only this time much stronger then usual since the source of the smell was CLINGING TO HIM LIKE SOME KIND OF EXCEEDINGLY DESIRABLE LEACH instead of all the way across a room filled with other people and other smells like it usually was.
“I’m glad you aren’t mad.” Demyx murmured, his lips brushing Zexion’s skin gently. He had given up his fight for freedom and his arms were now hanging limply at his sides, his fingers curled into fists as his teeth sank into his lower lip. The boy was obviously quite comfortable and NOT MOVING anytime soon. “but…..” said boy continued “why were you acting like that in the first place?”
Damning Demyx’s naturally clingy nature, Zexion could no longer hold back a whimper as Demyx pressed him mouth CLOSER to his neck.
Apparently, the sound was all that was needed to get the boy off of him. Demyx leaned back in surprise and took a step away from him, something that, while it was relieving to have the stimulation away form his neck and nose, had Zexion missing the warmth of the other’s body. He kept his eyes focused on the opposite wall, just knowing that he was blushing by the heat of his cheeks and the sweat he could feel starting to stand out on his forehead and upper lip.
Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on how you see it) it apparently made him look like he had a fever, because the next thing he knew, Demyx had pressed his forehead against his own, asking him if he was feeling alright. Demyx became even more concerned when Zexion’s only response was another gargled whimper.
Zexion was not sure why he did it, and he never really figured it out, (though it only confirmed one of his earlier suspicions that having Demyx to close to him was bad for his sanity) but one minuet he was looking into Demyx’s wide, concerned eyes, and the next he was looking at the boys slightly wider, surprised eyes as he claimed his sweet lips in a gentle but firm kiss, grabbing the neck of his robe and tugging him back against his body.
Demyx just stood there, caught off guard. He couldn’t remember if he had ever been kissed in his past life, and he hadn’t even really thought about it after he became a nobody. But…..it felt nice.
Letting his eyes slip closed, he moved his lips slightly against his elders, hearing the pleased humm emanate form the other’s throat as something warm and wet swiped against his lips and Zexion angled his head to deepen the kiss. He slipped his arms back around Zexion’s neck feeling the firm support of the other man’s arms slide to his back and hold him there. He almost ruined the moment by laughing at the though of how much like one of those sappy chick flicks he liked to watch so much with Roxas this was.
He was distracted, however, when Zexion’s teeth suddenly nipped at his lower lip, tugging on it gently before the tongue came back to lavish it with licks.
At the same time, without him noticing it, Zexion had been slowly maneuvering them both towards his bed, pressing him gently so that he would take slow steps back. Now, Zexion gave him a gently push and they both toppled onto the soft, springy mattress and plush covers. Demyx gasped in surprise, which allowed Zexion the opportunity to slip his tongue into the warm, moist cavern.
This was something Zexion had been dreaming of since before that ill fated poker game, something that he had woken from dreams of, covered in sweat and cum, shivering and wondering what the hell was wrong with him, and why the hell he had such a strong attraction to the loud little boy. He may never figure the answer out, but he was not going to give up the opportunity that had so graciously fallen into his lap. Almost literally.
Demyx moaned softly as his elder’s tongue probed his mouth, sliding along his own tongue, as if challenging him to fight, which he did to some extent, though he was more than happy to lose and sit back as Zexion continued to happily map out every crevice and tooth in his head. It was with reluctance that they pulled away. (Not that they would have been able to continue much longer anyway, had they suffocated.) It was then that Demyx really noticed their position.
He had landed on his back, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the back of Zexion’s cloak like there was no tomorrow. Zexion was straddling him with one knee on the bed and the other leg bracing himself on the floor, his hands on either side of his head. He let out a shaky laugh.
“o-oh, so that’s what was wrong…”
Zexion smirked, lowering his face to Demyx’s neck, pausing for a moment and letting his breath wash over the pale skin before him. Demyx shivered and Zexion smirked before moving in, kissing down his neck before making his way back up again, the kisses becoming sloppier as they went until he stopped and took a bit of the pale, unmarred flash between his teeth, sucking and biting gently, lapping his tongue against the skin after every nip, Eliciting a small moan from the boy under him. He smirked and moved to the now rapidly fluttering pulse point, running his moist, hot tongue against the soft skin, sucking and nipping, marking the boy as his.
“Z-Zexy…” Demyx whimpered as one of Zexion’s cool hands slipped up and under his jacket and bypassed his shirt, stroking the muscles of his abdomen, reveling in the way they jumped under his touch. His other hand went…..further South, and ended up playing with the top of his pants.
At the sound of Demyx’s whimper, however, he paused, his hand leaving his pants to work instead at the zipper on his jacket. After a bit of fumbling, he finally succeeded in opening it. Demyx lifted off the bed momentarily, and the long black jacket was tossed to the other end of the room as Zexion’s long fingers made short work of the buttons on his shirt, which soon joined the jacket in the corner.
Shifting a bit, Demyx settled into a more comfortable position on the bed, resting against the pillows. Zexion crawled up and laid out on top of him and continued lavishing his throat. Reaching the collar bone, he took the time to dip his tongue into the hollow of the boy’s throat, swirling it a bit before continuing downward.
Demyx let out a rather loud gasp as Zexion caught one of his nipples between his teeth, biting down gently before licking the nub soothingly, taking it on his mouth and sucking it into hardness before doing the same to the other. His hands trailed downwards again, on of the moving to cup Demyx’s now hard member through the leather of his pants, earning himself a breathless moan of appreciation. He ran his palm teasingly over the bulge as his other hand made it’s way back up to grasp the longer hairs on the back of the boy’s head, pulling him into another kiss.
Demyx, meanwhile, had decided that Zexion had to many clothes on, and was struggling with the zipper to his own jacket, even as he arched his hips into Zexion’s touch.
“S-shit!” He swore as his fingers slid off of the small piece of metal. “F-Fucking this is…..uhn…b-broken.”
Zexion chuckled and pulled away, stnding up on his knees and earning a whimper of protest from the blond under him. Calmly he unzipped the jacket and began on the buttons on his shirt, going slowly and calmly, making a show of it.
“Stop fucking teasing me!“ Demyx growled impatiently, raising to his own knees and pressing himself flush against his elders body, practically ripping the buttons form the shirt in his hast to get it off of him. Zexion smirked as he felt the boy’s need pressing insistently into his hip. Shrugging of the offending piece of cloth, he pressed Demyx back down onto the bed, kissing him soundly as he pressed his own hot, aching crotch against the boys, electing a please gasp from him.
Zexion repeated the action, and this time, Demyx thrust his hips upward to meet his thrust, the boys head falling back, his cheeks flushed bright red and sweat rolling down his face, his mouth falling open as he gasped in air. Zexion couldn’t remember being this aroused in either of his lives. Grabbing the boys hips, he pulled him closer, grinding down on him so hard it was almost painful, and both saw stars flash before their eyes.
After a moment, Zexion pulled back again, the displeased whimper returning to his lover’s lips, this time sounding much more desperate.
“Patience.” Zexion cooed. “we’re both still over dressed.” He moved his hand again to the clasp on the other boy’s pants, undoing the button and zipper as slowly as possible, reveling in the annoyed and aroused sounds the boy made when he realized what he was doing. Growling impatiently, Demyx squirmed, kicking his pants and boxers off in one quick motion, freeing his aching and weeping erection, before starting in on Zexion’s. Zexion laughed and Demyx looked up at him, Emerald eyes darkened to a deep forest green and hazed over with lust. The mere sight of it caused the laugh to turn into a growl on Zexion’s lips.
Managing the clasp of his pants better then he had the buttons on his shirt, Demyx shoved the cloth away, tugging Zexion’s dark silk boxers down with them. Both pairs of pants went flying to some obscure corner of the room.
Demyx raked his eyes over Zexion’s now fully naked figure appreciatively, his action mirrored calmly by the older male, before pressing against him again, relishing the feel of hot, sweaty, flushed skin on skin, and returned some of the earlier favors, licking and sucking on Zexion’s neck, which he quickly found was exceedingly sensitive. Continuing as Zexion had, down his chest, reveling in the breathy moans and squirms he wrung out of the taller man, he was taken slightly off guard when Zexion suddenly turned the tables on him, pressing him back down onto the bed and trailing kisses down his neck and chest. He didn’t stop there this time, however, trailing his lips and tongue down the boy’s belly, pausing to dip the warm, moist muscle into his belly button suggestively for a moment before heading down even further.
Demyx let out a needful groan as Zexion by-passed his painfully hard cock, instead trailing kisses through the soft hair on his navel and down the inside of his thigh. Pausing for a moment to nuzzle the sensitive flesh there before, just as slowly, slowly started back up, leaving a searing trail of kisses in his wake.
“Z-Zexy….” Demyx whimpered again, shifting his hip, trying to get that moist heat where he REALLY needed it “please….” He begged. He felt Zexion smirk against his thigh. He was about to beg again when the plea turned to a shriek of pleasure as warm, tight lips wrapped around his engorged member, enveloping it in delicious, moist heat.
“Ah-ah! Z-Zex-y!” He moaned, unable to stop himself from thrusting forward as Zexion sucked him, moving his head slowly up and down, that wonderful tongue of his trailing and swirling under his member behind his lips. Zexion calmly paused and held Demyx’s hips down with one hand before continuing, picking up his pace a little, as he reached down to his own neglected member and began stroking himself slowly. Demyx threw his head back and moaned loudly, thrashing and clenching the comforter in his fists.
Zexion hummed in pleasure, the vibrations sending shocks through Demyx’s groin.
“Ah-ah! Shit! Zexy, I-I’m gonna-!”
Hearing the warning, Zexion pulled back, removing his mouth from Demyx’s twitching cock as the boy wailed in protest. Zexion silenced him with a kiss before slipping three of his finger passed the boy’s moist lips.
“Shhhh….we’re not finished yet. You’ll get to cum soon, don’t worry.” He cooed, brushing back some of Demyx‘s sweaty bangs from his face with his other hand. “now suck on these for a moment, will you please?”
Obediently Demyx swirled his own tongue around the long, slender digits, coating them with his warm, slick saliva. He noted a slight hitch in his partner’s breathing more then once as he moved his tongue a particular way, and smirked around the flesh in his mouth, even going so far as to gently drag his teeth across them suggestively.
“Fucken’ tease.” Zexion growled out as he removed the fingers form the boys mouth, spreading the pale thighs and settling in between them. Demyx felt his stomach twist nervously as one of the spit slicked fingers slid up the crack of his ass before pressing in between his cheeks and nudging the tight ring of muscle it found there. Noticing this, his lover leaned forward, kissing his forehead and cheeks tenderly, murmuring for him to relax as he gently and slowly pushed the first finger inside of him.
Demyx whimpered slightly at the intrusion, his walls clenching in discomfort around the finger.
“It’s ok, it’s going to hurt a little, but it will help if you relax.” Zexion murmured, stroking his walls gently and moving his finger to try and help the boy accustom himself to the sensation of having something inside of him. Demyx took a deep breath and began to try and unclench him muscles.
After a few more moments Zexion deemed him relaxed enough and slipped in the second finger. This time Demyx hissed between his teeth, more in pain then plain discomfort. Zexion held his fingers still for a moment, still laying kisses on Demyx’s face to distract and comfort him, before moving them gently in and out, scissoring them to stretch and prepare him for what was to come. After another minuet or two, Demyx began thrusting back tentatively. Thinking of another way to help the boy relax, Zexion hooked his fingers and began stroking his walls, looking for that one spot that would make this much more enjoyable for the kid.
He took a wild guess and assumed he found it when Demyx suddenly arched \off the bed with a yelp of pleasure, pressing down harder on his fingers. Gently slipping the third finger in, he made sure to stroke that spot every time he pressed his fingers in.
Demyx wasn’t sure exactly what Zexion was doing, but whatever it was, it had him seeing stars, the pain of being stretched all but gone from his mind. He couldn’t help but whimper in disappointment when he felt the fingers pull away, leaving him feeling oddly empty.
“We need some kind of lube.” He heard Zexion mutter as the other raised off of him and looked around. He turned back to the boy spread out on his bed.
“Stay here.” He said, and Demyx almost laughed at the thought of going anywhere.
Zexion stood and padded across the room to the bathroom on the other side. Demyx heard him rummaging around for a moment before his footsteps returned and headed back for the bed.
He was hlding a bottle that looked unopened and unused, if the small layer of dust on it was any indication. Looking at the lable, he raised an eyebrow.
“Baby oil?” He asked. Zexion shrugged, tugging at the plastic over the lid.
“Axel gave it to me a while back as a part of some joke I never got.” He answered, finally getting the bottle open and poring a good amount on his palm before rubbing it on his own erection.
Demyx sighed happily as Zexion’s body weight once again covered him, though he couldn’t help but tense up when he felt the tip of something much larger then the fingers press against his entrance.
“This is going to hurt…” Zexion whispered. Demyx just swallowed and nodded. Taking that as his go ahead, Zexion pressed slowly into him, inch by inch. Demyx hissed and dug his nails into the skin on Zexion’s back, but the Cloaked Schemer remained silent, save for a soft moan as he finally slid into Demyx’s tight heat all the way.
“F-fuck…” he muttered. It was taking every bit of self control he had to stay still and give Demyx time to adjust to the feeling and not thrust into that tight, sweet ass and simply pound the boy into the mattress.
After the longest moment in either of their lives, during which the only sound was their combined pants and gasps, Demyx finally shoved his hips forward a little, indicating that he wanted Zexion to move. The lilac haired man pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained within Demyx’s body, and then slowly pushed back in. Demyx wrapped his long, slender legs around his waist, pulling him in a little further and allowing him to meet Zexion’s thrusts.
They set a gentle rhythm, rocking back and froth into each other. Demyx sighed and began to push forward a little faster as the pain began to fade a bit to be replaced with a delicious feeling of friction. Taking the hint, Zexion sped up his thrusts, once again searching for that one spot inside of his lover, finding it quickly and angling his hips so that he hit it every time as he began to pound harder into the boy under him, spurred on by his shrieks of pleasure.
Reaching in between them, he grabbed Demyx’s throbbing cock and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Demyx’s nails dug deeper into his back as he clutched at him, lost in a sea of the pleasure coming from both ends, all the pain gone as he was fucked senseless into the mattress below him. Before long he was screaming his release in the form of his lovers name, spilling his milky seed between them and coating both of their stomachs.
His walls clenched and gripped Zexion’s cock harder, dragging him into his own release shortly after. He thrust in to him a few more times, riding the wave of ecstasy, arching his back as the boys name escaped his mouth and he collapsed on top of the blond, sweaty and covered in semen. After am moment, he raised his hand, covered him his lovers juices, in front of his face curiously, before licking his hand clean. Demyx, who had been laying quietly under him for once, riding the afterglow, groaned. Zexion smirked at him.
“I always wondered what you tasted like.” He said. Demyx blushed.
“Well?” he asked, looking up a the ceiling. Zexion smirked.
“It’s good. Kind of salty and bitter, but it has a type of sweetness about it. I like it.” He leaned in a little closer to Demyx’s ear. “in fact, I wouldn’t mind tasting it again…..” Demyx squeaked and blushed harder. Zexion snickered and rolled over to lay beside him. He heard Demyx hiss as his now flaccid cock slipped out of him. He wrapped his arms around the other’s slender waist and pulled him a little closer.
“You’re going to be sore tomarrow.” He noted.
“I know.” Was the sleepy answer.
“We need a shower.”
“Don’t care.” The blond snuggled closer to his chest as he laughed gently. It wasn’t really how he expected to spend his day, but he couldn’t say he was going to complain.
“hnn…” He said thoughtfully “Maybe I should play Strip Poker with Luxored more often…” He smirked when he felt his lovers grip on his waist tighten possessively. “Or not. I think he likes living.”
The last ting he heard was Zexion’s slightly amused hum before he fell asleep, his lovers nose buried in his hair.
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Ok, well, there you go. I don’t know if it’s any good or not though, so……yea…..but anyway ^^
Demyx wandered down the blank white halls of the castle, feeling unusually melancholy. Everyone was gone, away on missions, or just not around.
Well, Axel and Roxas were there, but Demyx didn’t exactly want a repeat of the last time he had walked in on Axel and Roxas when they were alone. He had just healed form the burns from last time. It was actually why he wasn’t on a mission at the moment.
Xemnas was there, of course, but Demyx made a point of it to avoid the superior. He didn’t really want to listen to another “We have no hearts so therefore we must take over kingdom hearts….” speech. Whatever, that was usually about the time Demyx fell asleep every time anyway.
Then Luxored was there, but Demyx didn’t feel like losing at strip poker again that week. For some reason the other nobody seemed to find it funny to constantly challenge Demyx to strip poker games. He constantly tried to get the boy alone where he couldn’t be rescued by the other organization members. (So far, Demyx had been lucky enough to be saved before he had to take his more than his jacket, shoes, and shirt off. his pants had been more than half off this last time, though, so Demyx was more than relieved.)
In fact, the last person who had pulled him out of the potentially humiliating game was Zexion, much to the melodious Nocturne’s Surprise(and the Gambler of Fate’s disappointment). Zexion actually spent a large amount of time in his room….scheming, Demyx assumed, because what else would the Cloaked Schemer be doing locked up by himself?
Suddenly the thought of the older nobody, (who Demyx had actually seen once in the halls earlier that day and so therefore knew was in the castle,) alone and by himself all the time made Demyx feel…..well, if he COULD feel….a little sad.
So he went to go find the lilac haired man.
Well, he really didn’t have to search. He was either in his room, the library, or in Vexen’s lab (though how he could stand it, Demyx had no clue. That place gave him the hibi-jibis).
Besides, Demyx needed to apologize to number Six. Not that he knew what for, exactly, but ever since he had walked in on that strip poker game, and saved Demyx from taking his pants all the way off, he had avoided Demyx more then usual. He wouldn’t even look at him now! Demyx wasn’t to sure what exactly was wrong, but he was determined to find out and set it to rights.
Fueled with a new goal and new determination, Demyx headed for Zexion hang-out spot numero uno; his bed room. It wasn’t that hard to find. It was the second door down from his on the hall and had a large number VI on it.
Stopping before the large WHITE (everything was white…..Demyx was surprised their underwear and uniforms weren’t white, but then they would probably be running into each other constantly. If they wore black they could see each other better) door, Demyx raised his hand and began to pound, not knock like normal people, but POUND FEROCIOUSLY on the door. He found people tended to be home more often when he did that, though he was not quite sure why.
“HEY ZEXY!!!! ARE YOU IN THERE?!?!?!?” he shouted through the door. He nearly fell forward on his face when the door suddenly swung open to reveal a very irritated looking Zexion.
“What?” The Cloaked Schemer hissed, glaring needles at Demyx, who promptly brushed him off with a smile.
“Hi! Can I come in?” He asked cheerfully. Zexion stared at him (well, actually he stared a little passed him) for a moment before closing the door in the younger nobody’s face with a firm “NO!” Demyx blinked at the door for a moment before going back to pounding on it.
“ZEXY!!!!!!!! OPEN UP!!!!” He wailed. His fist was starting to go numb when the door swung open again.
“I’M SORRY!”
Zexion blinked down at the smaller boy who had wailed out an apology before he could tell him to go away. His mind searched the last few days, trying to find something in his memory that the sitar player had to be sorry FOR, as he automatically stepped back to allow the other entrance to his room with out really thinking about it.
The blond stood in the room blinking around at the sudden contrast from the stark white halls. Everything in here was either deep purple, blue, gold or black. It was….pretty, but kind of depressing. Demyx wrinkled his nose, trying and failing to see why the higher ranked nobody spent so much time in there.
“What are you sorry for?” Demyx jumped at the sound of the soft, calm voice. Zexion had given up trying to figure out why the boy was apologizing to him out of the blue like that, and had decided to take the easier route and just ask.
“I’m not sure, but I think you have been mad at me ever since you walked in on Luxored kicking my ass at strip poker. I mean, When you walked in your face went all red and you haven’t really looked at me ever since, and every time I enter a room you leave it and…..and…..” Demyx trailed off, having worked himself up and become more and more distraught as he spoke, giving Zexion “the look.” The look that made him look so irresistibly, undeniably human…and that also meant he was about to cry, which just made “the look” that much more effective.
Zexion feared the day when Demyx learned what effect “the look” had on all of the other nobodies.
As it was, it was making him damn uncomfortable, and it wasn’t even the real problem at the moment…..
No, the real problem was that Zexion had counted on Demyx being to scatter brained to notice the difference in the way he was acting towards the smaller boy, but the blond had caught on anyway.
His mind raced again, this time trying to come up with a plausible excuse for his recent behavior that wouldn’t give away the fact that now every time he looked at the blond, he could see his slender, pale body without the obscuring coat and shirt and…..pants. And it was enough to stir up feelings that Zexion was pretty sure he was NOT supposed to have……..among other things that it *ahem* stirred.
Zexion was knocked out of his thoughts as Demyx suddenly flung himself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his face in his chest.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Whatever I did I’m sorry! I won’t ever play strip poker again, I swear! I didn’t even want to in the first place! Please don’t be mad at me!” He cried.
Zexion squirmed, his hands going to Demyx’s waist in surprise at the sudden action. He felt his cheeks heat up again as the boy pressed his body- his impossibly warm, FIRM body- as CLOSE as he could get it to the older man. He had to stop him or else……
“I-it’s ok, I wasn’t mad at you!” Zexion practically squeaked out, trying to pry the boy off of him, but the kid clung to him like a leach, looking up at him with huge, tear filled green eyes, making Zexion groan in dismay and something else, doubling his efforts to pry the kid off.
“You weren’t?” Demyx asked, his lower lip trembling a bit. Zexion shook his rather franticly.
“N-NO!” He yelped as Demyx moved a little closer. And then the boy was squealing a loud “YAY!!!” and burying his face in the crook of Zexion’s neck. It was one of the many times Zexion cursed having such sensitive skin as the boys warm breath hit the flesh above his pulse point.
And nose, he added a moment later as the scent of Demyx’s Shampoo, something he recognized as some new shampoo called “Caribbean Ocean” and a tangy, sweet scent that he recognized as purely Demyx, assaulted the overly sensitive organ.
As it always did, it sent a shock strait to his groin, only this time much stronger then usual since the source of the smell was CLINGING TO HIM LIKE SOME KIND OF EXCEEDINGLY DESIRABLE LEACH instead of all the way across a room filled with other people and other smells like it usually was.
“I’m glad you aren’t mad.” Demyx murmured, his lips brushing Zexion’s skin gently. He had given up his fight for freedom and his arms were now hanging limply at his sides, his fingers curled into fists as his teeth sank into his lower lip. The boy was obviously quite comfortable and NOT MOVING anytime soon. “but…..” said boy continued “why were you acting like that in the first place?”
Damning Demyx’s naturally clingy nature, Zexion could no longer hold back a whimper as Demyx pressed him mouth CLOSER to his neck.
Apparently, the sound was all that was needed to get the boy off of him. Demyx leaned back in surprise and took a step away from him, something that, while it was relieving to have the stimulation away form his neck and nose, had Zexion missing the warmth of the other’s body. He kept his eyes focused on the opposite wall, just knowing that he was blushing by the heat of his cheeks and the sweat he could feel starting to stand out on his forehead and upper lip.
Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on how you see it) it apparently made him look like he had a fever, because the next thing he knew, Demyx had pressed his forehead against his own, asking him if he was feeling alright. Demyx became even more concerned when Zexion’s only response was another gargled whimper.
Zexion was not sure why he did it, and he never really figured it out, (though it only confirmed one of his earlier suspicions that having Demyx to close to him was bad for his sanity) but one minuet he was looking into Demyx’s wide, concerned eyes, and the next he was looking at the boys slightly wider, surprised eyes as he claimed his sweet lips in a gentle but firm kiss, grabbing the neck of his robe and tugging him back against his body.
Demyx just stood there, caught off guard. He couldn’t remember if he had ever been kissed in his past life, and he hadn’t even really thought about it after he became a nobody. But…..it felt nice.
Letting his eyes slip closed, he moved his lips slightly against his elders, hearing the pleased humm emanate form the other’s throat as something warm and wet swiped against his lips and Zexion angled his head to deepen the kiss. He slipped his arms back around Zexion’s neck feeling the firm support of the other man’s arms slide to his back and hold him there. He almost ruined the moment by laughing at the though of how much like one of those sappy chick flicks he liked to watch so much with Roxas this was.
He was distracted, however, when Zexion’s teeth suddenly nipped at his lower lip, tugging on it gently before the tongue came back to lavish it with licks.
At the same time, without him noticing it, Zexion had been slowly maneuvering them both towards his bed, pressing him gently so that he would take slow steps back. Now, Zexion gave him a gently push and they both toppled onto the soft, springy mattress and plush covers. Demyx gasped in surprise, which allowed Zexion the opportunity to slip his tongue into the warm, moist cavern.
This was something Zexion had been dreaming of since before that ill fated poker game, something that he had woken from dreams of, covered in sweat and cum, shivering and wondering what the hell was wrong with him, and why the hell he had such a strong attraction to the loud little boy. He may never figure the answer out, but he was not going to give up the opportunity that had so graciously fallen into his lap. Almost literally.
Demyx moaned softly as his elder’s tongue probed his mouth, sliding along his own tongue, as if challenging him to fight, which he did to some extent, though he was more than happy to lose and sit back as Zexion continued to happily map out every crevice and tooth in his head. It was with reluctance that they pulled away. (Not that they would have been able to continue much longer anyway, had they suffocated.) It was then that Demyx really noticed their position.
He had landed on his back, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the back of Zexion’s cloak like there was no tomorrow. Zexion was straddling him with one knee on the bed and the other leg bracing himself on the floor, his hands on either side of his head. He let out a shaky laugh.
“o-oh, so that’s what was wrong…”
Zexion smirked, lowering his face to Demyx’s neck, pausing for a moment and letting his breath wash over the pale skin before him. Demyx shivered and Zexion smirked before moving in, kissing down his neck before making his way back up again, the kisses becoming sloppier as they went until he stopped and took a bit of the pale, unmarred flash between his teeth, sucking and biting gently, lapping his tongue against the skin after every nip, Eliciting a small moan from the boy under him. He smirked and moved to the now rapidly fluttering pulse point, running his moist, hot tongue against the soft skin, sucking and nipping, marking the boy as his.
“Z-Zexy…” Demyx whimpered as one of Zexion’s cool hands slipped up and under his jacket and bypassed his shirt, stroking the muscles of his abdomen, reveling in the way they jumped under his touch. His other hand went…..further South, and ended up playing with the top of his pants.
At the sound of Demyx’s whimper, however, he paused, his hand leaving his pants to work instead at the zipper on his jacket. After a bit of fumbling, he finally succeeded in opening it. Demyx lifted off the bed momentarily, and the long black jacket was tossed to the other end of the room as Zexion’s long fingers made short work of the buttons on his shirt, which soon joined the jacket in the corner.
Shifting a bit, Demyx settled into a more comfortable position on the bed, resting against the pillows. Zexion crawled up and laid out on top of him and continued lavishing his throat. Reaching the collar bone, he took the time to dip his tongue into the hollow of the boy’s throat, swirling it a bit before continuing downward.
Demyx let out a rather loud gasp as Zexion caught one of his nipples between his teeth, biting down gently before licking the nub soothingly, taking it on his mouth and sucking it into hardness before doing the same to the other. His hands trailed downwards again, on of the moving to cup Demyx’s now hard member through the leather of his pants, earning himself a breathless moan of appreciation. He ran his palm teasingly over the bulge as his other hand made it’s way back up to grasp the longer hairs on the back of the boy’s head, pulling him into another kiss.
Demyx, meanwhile, had decided that Zexion had to many clothes on, and was struggling with the zipper to his own jacket, even as he arched his hips into Zexion’s touch.
“S-shit!” He swore as his fingers slid off of the small piece of metal. “F-Fucking this is…..uhn…b-broken.”
Zexion chuckled and pulled away, stnding up on his knees and earning a whimper of protest from the blond under him. Calmly he unzipped the jacket and began on the buttons on his shirt, going slowly and calmly, making a show of it.
“Stop fucking teasing me!“ Demyx growled impatiently, raising to his own knees and pressing himself flush against his elders body, practically ripping the buttons form the shirt in his hast to get it off of him. Zexion smirked as he felt the boy’s need pressing insistently into his hip. Shrugging of the offending piece of cloth, he pressed Demyx back down onto the bed, kissing him soundly as he pressed his own hot, aching crotch against the boys, electing a please gasp from him.
Zexion repeated the action, and this time, Demyx thrust his hips upward to meet his thrust, the boys head falling back, his cheeks flushed bright red and sweat rolling down his face, his mouth falling open as he gasped in air. Zexion couldn’t remember being this aroused in either of his lives. Grabbing the boys hips, he pulled him closer, grinding down on him so hard it was almost painful, and both saw stars flash before their eyes.
After a moment, Zexion pulled back again, the displeased whimper returning to his lover’s lips, this time sounding much more desperate.
“Patience.” Zexion cooed. “we’re both still over dressed.” He moved his hand again to the clasp on the other boy’s pants, undoing the button and zipper as slowly as possible, reveling in the annoyed and aroused sounds the boy made when he realized what he was doing. Growling impatiently, Demyx squirmed, kicking his pants and boxers off in one quick motion, freeing his aching and weeping erection, before starting in on Zexion’s. Zexion laughed and Demyx looked up at him, Emerald eyes darkened to a deep forest green and hazed over with lust. The mere sight of it caused the laugh to turn into a growl on Zexion’s lips.
Managing the clasp of his pants better then he had the buttons on his shirt, Demyx shoved the cloth away, tugging Zexion’s dark silk boxers down with them. Both pairs of pants went flying to some obscure corner of the room.
Demyx raked his eyes over Zexion’s now fully naked figure appreciatively, his action mirrored calmly by the older male, before pressing against him again, relishing the feel of hot, sweaty, flushed skin on skin, and returned some of the earlier favors, licking and sucking on Zexion’s neck, which he quickly found was exceedingly sensitive. Continuing as Zexion had, down his chest, reveling in the breathy moans and squirms he wrung out of the taller man, he was taken slightly off guard when Zexion suddenly turned the tables on him, pressing him back down onto the bed and trailing kisses down his neck and chest. He didn’t stop there this time, however, trailing his lips and tongue down the boy’s belly, pausing to dip the warm, moist muscle into his belly button suggestively for a moment before heading down even further.
Demyx let out a needful groan as Zexion by-passed his painfully hard cock, instead trailing kisses through the soft hair on his navel and down the inside of his thigh. Pausing for a moment to nuzzle the sensitive flesh there before, just as slowly, slowly started back up, leaving a searing trail of kisses in his wake.
“Z-Zexy….” Demyx whimpered again, shifting his hip, trying to get that moist heat where he REALLY needed it “please….” He begged. He felt Zexion smirk against his thigh. He was about to beg again when the plea turned to a shriek of pleasure as warm, tight lips wrapped around his engorged member, enveloping it in delicious, moist heat.
“Ah-ah! Z-Zex-y!” He moaned, unable to stop himself from thrusting forward as Zexion sucked him, moving his head slowly up and down, that wonderful tongue of his trailing and swirling under his member behind his lips. Zexion calmly paused and held Demyx’s hips down with one hand before continuing, picking up his pace a little, as he reached down to his own neglected member and began stroking himself slowly. Demyx threw his head back and moaned loudly, thrashing and clenching the comforter in his fists.
Zexion hummed in pleasure, the vibrations sending shocks through Demyx’s groin.
“Ah-ah! Shit! Zexy, I-I’m gonna-!”
Hearing the warning, Zexion pulled back, removing his mouth from Demyx’s twitching cock as the boy wailed in protest. Zexion silenced him with a kiss before slipping three of his finger passed the boy’s moist lips.
“Shhhh….we’re not finished yet. You’ll get to cum soon, don’t worry.” He cooed, brushing back some of Demyx‘s sweaty bangs from his face with his other hand. “now suck on these for a moment, will you please?”
Obediently Demyx swirled his own tongue around the long, slender digits, coating them with his warm, slick saliva. He noted a slight hitch in his partner’s breathing more then once as he moved his tongue a particular way, and smirked around the flesh in his mouth, even going so far as to gently drag his teeth across them suggestively.
“Fucken’ tease.” Zexion growled out as he removed the fingers form the boys mouth, spreading the pale thighs and settling in between them. Demyx felt his stomach twist nervously as one of the spit slicked fingers slid up the crack of his ass before pressing in between his cheeks and nudging the tight ring of muscle it found there. Noticing this, his lover leaned forward, kissing his forehead and cheeks tenderly, murmuring for him to relax as he gently and slowly pushed the first finger inside of him.
Demyx whimpered slightly at the intrusion, his walls clenching in discomfort around the finger.
“It’s ok, it’s going to hurt a little, but it will help if you relax.” Zexion murmured, stroking his walls gently and moving his finger to try and help the boy accustom himself to the sensation of having something inside of him. Demyx took a deep breath and began to try and unclench him muscles.
After a few more moments Zexion deemed him relaxed enough and slipped in the second finger. This time Demyx hissed between his teeth, more in pain then plain discomfort. Zexion held his fingers still for a moment, still laying kisses on Demyx’s face to distract and comfort him, before moving them gently in and out, scissoring them to stretch and prepare him for what was to come. After another minuet or two, Demyx began thrusting back tentatively. Thinking of another way to help the boy relax, Zexion hooked his fingers and began stroking his walls, looking for that one spot that would make this much more enjoyable for the kid.
He took a wild guess and assumed he found it when Demyx suddenly arched \off the bed with a yelp of pleasure, pressing down harder on his fingers. Gently slipping the third finger in, he made sure to stroke that spot every time he pressed his fingers in.
Demyx wasn’t sure exactly what Zexion was doing, but whatever it was, it had him seeing stars, the pain of being stretched all but gone from his mind. He couldn’t help but whimper in disappointment when he felt the fingers pull away, leaving him feeling oddly empty.
“We need some kind of lube.” He heard Zexion mutter as the other raised off of him and looked around. He turned back to the boy spread out on his bed.
“Stay here.” He said, and Demyx almost laughed at the thought of going anywhere.
Zexion stood and padded across the room to the bathroom on the other side. Demyx heard him rummaging around for a moment before his footsteps returned and headed back for the bed.
He was hlding a bottle that looked unopened and unused, if the small layer of dust on it was any indication. Looking at the lable, he raised an eyebrow.
“Baby oil?” He asked. Zexion shrugged, tugging at the plastic over the lid.
“Axel gave it to me a while back as a part of some joke I never got.” He answered, finally getting the bottle open and poring a good amount on his palm before rubbing it on his own erection.
Demyx sighed happily as Zexion’s body weight once again covered him, though he couldn’t help but tense up when he felt the tip of something much larger then the fingers press against his entrance.
“This is going to hurt…” Zexion whispered. Demyx just swallowed and nodded. Taking that as his go ahead, Zexion pressed slowly into him, inch by inch. Demyx hissed and dug his nails into the skin on Zexion’s back, but the Cloaked Schemer remained silent, save for a soft moan as he finally slid into Demyx’s tight heat all the way.
“F-fuck…” he muttered. It was taking every bit of self control he had to stay still and give Demyx time to adjust to the feeling and not thrust into that tight, sweet ass and simply pound the boy into the mattress.
After the longest moment in either of their lives, during which the only sound was their combined pants and gasps, Demyx finally shoved his hips forward a little, indicating that he wanted Zexion to move. The lilac haired man pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained within Demyx’s body, and then slowly pushed back in. Demyx wrapped his long, slender legs around his waist, pulling him in a little further and allowing him to meet Zexion’s thrusts.
They set a gentle rhythm, rocking back and froth into each other. Demyx sighed and began to push forward a little faster as the pain began to fade a bit to be replaced with a delicious feeling of friction. Taking the hint, Zexion sped up his thrusts, once again searching for that one spot inside of his lover, finding it quickly and angling his hips so that he hit it every time as he began to pound harder into the boy under him, spurred on by his shrieks of pleasure.
Reaching in between them, he grabbed Demyx’s throbbing cock and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Demyx’s nails dug deeper into his back as he clutched at him, lost in a sea of the pleasure coming from both ends, all the pain gone as he was fucked senseless into the mattress below him. Before long he was screaming his release in the form of his lovers name, spilling his milky seed between them and coating both of their stomachs.
His walls clenched and gripped Zexion’s cock harder, dragging him into his own release shortly after. He thrust in to him a few more times, riding the wave of ecstasy, arching his back as the boys name escaped his mouth and he collapsed on top of the blond, sweaty and covered in semen. After am moment, he raised his hand, covered him his lovers juices, in front of his face curiously, before licking his hand clean. Demyx, who had been laying quietly under him for once, riding the afterglow, groaned. Zexion smirked at him.
“I always wondered what you tasted like.” He said. Demyx blushed.
“Well?” he asked, looking up a the ceiling. Zexion smirked.
“It’s good. Kind of salty and bitter, but it has a type of sweetness about it. I like it.” He leaned in a little closer to Demyx’s ear. “in fact, I wouldn’t mind tasting it again…..” Demyx squeaked and blushed harder. Zexion snickered and rolled over to lay beside him. He heard Demyx hiss as his now flaccid cock slipped out of him. He wrapped his arms around the other’s slender waist and pulled him a little closer.
“You’re going to be sore tomarrow.” He noted.
“I know.” Was the sleepy answer.
“We need a shower.”
“Don’t care.” The blond snuggled closer to his chest as he laughed gently. It wasn’t really how he expected to spend his day, but he couldn’t say he was going to complain.
“hnn…” He said thoughtfully “Maybe I should play Strip Poker with Luxored more often…” He smirked when he felt his lovers grip on his waist tighten possessively. “Or not. I think he likes living.”
The last ting he heard was Zexion’s slightly amused hum before he fell asleep, his lovers nose buried in his hair.
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Ok, well, there you go. I don’t know if it’s any good or not though, so……yea…..but anyway ^^