The Roxas Phenomenon: Chapter 1

The Roxas Phenomenon
By Nyarlathotep
Rated M/ NC-17 for SEX and… well, SEX!!
Characters © Square and Disney
 

 

It is still a bit strange, even to me… being able to observe myself… No… not simply observe.. but to be… both myself as I am now, and also as I was then.. simultaneously…

 

As I lingered there on that stretch of gloomy shoreline, I was also crawling up out of black shimmering surf to pant in exhaustion, aspirating powder-fine obsidian crystals and coughing back water that should have tasted like salt instead of… nothing.

 

I should have felt fear instead of nothing.

 

Shaking off the vision, I turned my focus instead to shallow depressions in the black sand at my feet, imagining they were once filled with the scraped heels of my own hands as I rose… imagining that those tiny pits in its damp surface were made by tears that tasted like blood… instead of nothing.

 

This place… even though I don’t really even know where it is… no one has ever simply walked here… you just ‘are’ here... For some reason, although most of our kind did not begin their existence here, instead forming in places on the edge between the light and the dark, we all know how to come to this dark beach… this nexus in the World that Never Was.

 

It’s odd to think, when looking down on the yawning gulf beneath the Castle, on the sallow empty windows and stuttering neon signs and flickering view screens of the abandoned City, that somewhere beyond the perceivable boundary of a place so seemingly infinite, there is something even more endless?

 

Is this beach, my origin in nothingness, simply an un-named point on some limitless plane? Would this sea lap and undulate and glimmer on, in a forever of quiet waves under an endless knighted sky, just as the boundless alleys and deserted streets of The City wind onward toward a border that never approaches? Would this ocean swallow the lives of immortal sailors with its infinity? Or, would the journey only end upon another beach like this one… in the creation of another nothing…?

 

There is no ‘here’… here… Never Was…

 

At least the moon in this no-place is ‘real’ enough… perpetually hanging, close down to the placid waters, full and round instead of heart-shaped, spilling its pale light onto the gentle waves and lending a ghost of its power to luminescent striations on the jagged boulders that dot this desolate stretch of sand.

 

…lending a ghost of its power to me.

 

It’s strange… The light of Kingdom Hearts most only serves to drive my passion and rage, to call forth the beast of battle. In its rays I feel my… heart… I feel them all, calling out to me, asking for vengeance. It is not an easy force to ignore. In its schizophrenic radiation I am a demon and my Claymore and I dance and spin and wear violence and death like a costume.. or is the diviner the disguise…? Some misinterpretation.. poor translation.. ‘hmm…’ I shook my head to clear it and refocused on the moon, soaking in its delicate ambience.

 

Out here, the light is calming… soothing and yet full of whispers… difficult to make out at first but their voices brush delicate fingers over the mind, leaving images in their passing.

 

Myself… emerging from the water… sunset eyes, moonlight hair and a strange promise… The past-

 

Summer sky eyes, darkened by a surly glare like threatening storm clouds, approaching, determined… The present-

 

Number XIII was searching the dark… for me.

 

I emerged from my trance, almost smelling him before the static discharge noise of the portal had faded. A scent like dawn breaking, shattering the frail dominion of night and claiming territory in the name of day with flags made from glittering dew-drop strung spider webs. “Roxas” I acknowledged without turning but my ears only detected the soft crunch of sand beneath over-large boots.

 

“Hmm.. He’s taken the shackles off huh?”

 

His voice beside me, strangely deep and mature for his apparent youth, pulled my attention from the moon and I inclined my head to regard him, a bit irritated at the implication despite its truth. “You as well?” I countered, although I failed to make it sound as harsh as I had wished to. The sigh that escaped my lips was echoed by the diminutive, hooded nobody beside me.

 

“The Superior’s got him attending to some off world errand… ” He trailed off suddenly, cocking his head thoughtfully before pushing the hood back to shake sunlight colored hair out of his eyes.

 

Although I am certain he noticed how I still bristled slightly at the mention of the redhead, he didn’t acknowledge it. I, like a jealous first born with a new sibling, had resented Axel at first, he having so blithely stolen my uniqueness by existing, by stumbling forth from some blasted, flame scorched wasteland, comforted and enticed by the same eyes, hands, voice...

 

Another stab of something that could have been possessive jealousy in some other life caused my spine to stiffen and I huffed in annoyance. I have no need to feel these flimsy excuses for emotions. I had, despite Axel or any of the others who had come after him, been accepted back into The Superior’s favor.

 

Even with the discovery of The Key…

 

I do not mind so much though, sharing my Superior’s favor with XIII if he is, as Xemnas believes, our Destiny. I have not been able as yet, to call forth any visions of our ultimate fate… Perhaps the nonexistent haven’t one…

 

“He said I was pacing… Told me to get out of his sight…” I admitted finally, frowning back out at the hovering moon.

 

“He’ll be storming the halls searching for you if he has to go more than a few hours witho-…” The boy cut himself off, and raised an amused eyebrow, smirking up at me as I turned to glare briefly down at him before wrenching my gaze back to the moon with an irritated click of my tongue. What was the use?

 

XIII was an anomaly among nobodies, not that we could not all fit within that description. An unexpected result in a cosmic experiment Vexen might have been proud of. Nobodies have no hearts but in Roxas there was something.. it sang to my beast as the light of Kingdom Hearts, and to my consciousness as the moon.

 

Every one of them had said the same thing after meeting him. Roxas, Nobody of Sora, the Keyblade Master, made them FEEL. Not the tepid wisps of emotion-memory we, as higher nobodies are susceptible to, but real feeling, surging through our empty chests.

 

To some it was enticing, nearly addictive… drawing odd clusters of temporary.. and more permanent followers to the boy. Axel… would do nearly anything to remain as close to him as possible.. Demyx practically worshiped him as some kind of muse, claiming when XIII was near the music practically wrote itself.

 

Still others were repelled, perhaps not ready to begin feeling again while still trapped in this ‘circumstance’… The very nucleus of Nothing is no place for people with hearts. Larxene had stayed as far from him as possible, jumping at the chance to replace me on the Castle Oblivion mission, to her ultimate demise… Before the ‘Incident’ Vexen had written a quick study of, and hypothesis regarding the ‘Roxas Phenomenon’

 

In short, the conclusion was that Roxas, the Nobody of a Keyblade Master, a willing sacrifice and a somehow still living, heart bearing, human boy, all but gave Nobodies within close proximity back their hearts… and as absurd as that sounds, I could not deny that it was true…

 

Even the Heartless attacked him like he had something they could steal.

 

My frown was deepening with each passing moment as the effects of his nearness worked over me, fighting with the moon for dominance, causing me to shiver, my hair to stand on end.

 

Apparently my long moments of silence and stiffness had him concerned and he cleared his throat, shifting minutely beside me, boot soles grinding into the obsidian grains.

 

“Why… have you sought me out Roxas?” I breathed out slowly, willing the unnerving flutter in my chest to still. “I felt you reaching out for me across the dark-”

 

“What were you doing? Just then… When I arrived?” He interrupted, pulling his eyebrows together in the center; cerulean eyes alight with an odd expression for a Nobody. It reminded me of hope.

 

“Divining…” I murmured softly, shutting one eye and raising my hand to a point before me where perspective made it appear as if I was holding the moon between my thumb and forefinger, like a shining silver coin. “Revisiting the past… observing the now… trying to brush away the mists obscuring events not yet unfolded…”

 

He moved swiftly from my side and I paused, dropping my arm slowly and following the boy with my eyes as he stepped in front to face me.

 

“The moon… looked as if it was only shining on you… He challenged, eyes a blue blaze of curiosity and a hint of desperation.

 

“She was, until the Sun himself rose to eclipse her…What can the Moon offer the Light of day?” I smirked, blinking slowly as I took in how his expression softened and how a flush bloomed across his cheeks and nose at my wordplay but he shook his golden head, determination renewed with a lowering of his brow.

 

“Tell me… Divine.. for me..” Roxas brought himself up short as I flinched my eyes away toward the moon at his back and he let his expression relax again, a conflicted shadow darkening his eyes. “You can’t… can you?”

 

“Indeed I cannot… Even if the Moon had deemed me worthy of such knowledge I could not divulge.. to you. You must seek such answers from The Superior….” He turned away as I spoke, gaze pulled back to the water and the moon, posture betraying no surprise or anger.

 

For a few moments I simply watched him watch the moon and slowly, as a brief trance overtook me, he seemed to gain in light, becoming almost blinding to behold, drowning the moon and swallowing this dark world with radiance. The future-

 

He was already turning back towards me as I began to fall, diving forward to catch my slumping shoulders with surprising strength. As my buckled knees hit the sand he was kneeling along with me, supporting me as I came slowly back to myself.

 

“Saïx…” His warm breath against my neck cleared the remains of the mist from my consciousness and I straightened up slightly, still kneeling in the damp sand with Roxas’ wiry arms twined about my waist, strong fingers kneading gently into my back, with his deceptively delicate looking body pressed to mine. “What happened? What did you see?”

 

I shook my head slightly, feeling his sigh as a spreading moist warmth across my collarbone and shivered. Unconsciously I brought my arms up to draw him closer, folding them around his narrow shoulders as he chuckled softly, relaxing the tension of the moment only to suddenly string it even tighter by nuzzling close and lapping once at a tender area of my throat, dragging moist lips so very lightly over my twitching skin that it could have just been breath.

 

“Roxas…” My tone was nearly inaudible as he nudged my head to the side, hot mouth closing more firmly over that same sensitive spot, kneading the flushing skin with gentle undulations of supple tongue and light scrapes of teeth, sending small eddies and ripples of desire through my body to pool deep inside, pulsing hot and sharp, such an irrational heartbeat.

 

“H-have you followed me here… for this?” I whispered, tightening my arms about his thin frame as he emitted a soft noise against my shivering-moist skin, pulling an arm up between us to drag my coat’s double zipper up from the bottom, exposing my pale abdomen and chest to the chill air before beginning to heat me through with the touch of lips and nimble gloved fingers.

 

“What if I have?” He countered teasingly, blowing cool air across the wet smear his mouth had left on my skin, smirking as I shivered again and shifting his slight mass forward against my more solid but less stable body, his subtle mastery of leverage winning over my greater size and weight in the shifting sand.

 

I settled onto my back as he crawled over top of me, straddling my hips. He slid up a bit to trap my mostly removed coat spread out beneath us with his knees, pinning me across the chest where the strong leather remained zipped closed and the chain fastened. “This is not the reason I sought you, VII… But that thing can wait…”

 

“Surely Axel will not approve of- ahh..” I clenched my teeth over my lower lip, stilling an undignified noise that threatened to spill forth as his hands slid up my abdomen, fingertips trailing heat like full summer sunlight, burning with the soft scrape of worn leather, his proximity stirring inside me, possessiveness and the urge to protect, defend, claim… “This is what Axel feels…’

 

He smirked as I shook my head to clear it, gripping into the leather to either side of my body. My abdominal muscles twitched and contracted under his maddeningly light touch, my heels and shoulders digging into the sand as an uncontrollable shudder overtook me and I arched helplessly up against him. I knew well enough why he was able to affect me so, but that did little to help my dignity.

 

“Axel will forgive me… How about your Master?” Roxas’ voice carried a teasing lilt but also contained an edge of caution. “You’ll be punished?” This inquiry was softly murmured and accompanied by the sharp pinch of teeth at one of my chill and arousal hardened nipples. He rolled it between his sharp incisors and I writhed shamefully again, unable to hold back my voice.

 

“Roxas!!”

 

He sat back suddenly at my strangled shout, blinking his bright blue eyes almost innocently before hurriedly unzipping his coat and shucking it over his head, instantly following that action by freeing me from the restraint of my own garment, pulling me up in his wiry arms to situate my discarded coat beneath us.

 

He looked nearly angelic, backlit by the moon, his head a nimbus of golden rays, sky and ocean eyes alight from within. “You didn’t answer my question, Diviner…”

 

Stilling the minute motions of his hips, he simply waited for me to speak and I shuddered, emitting a groan of frustration, my arousal fairly throbbing, pressed hard between firm leather covered buttocks. I nudged it in further with a low snarl. “I can handle Xemnas...”

 

Roxas’ mouth curled up approvingly as my voice pitched higher than I would have liked, carrying an edge of desperation and panic, my still gloved hands curling into the leather as I rocked my hips up sharply to grind myself in deeper still.

 

“Although he might exact his vengeance upon you for enticing me…” My voice was at least back inside the normal range, although it’s not as if he couldn’t feel my desire.

 

“You did say I should look to him… If my punishment for… this… finds me in The Superior’s presence, maybe I’ll… entice… him as well…” That sultry purr against my cheek and the press of his own restrained erection against mine was enough to have my eyes rolling back again as he rocked his hips gently, erotically in time with his words and the soft panting breaths he was expelling against my neck and pointed ear.

 

While the moon in this place did not serve to ignite my rage, Roxas did tend to bring out the feral and instinctual in me and I struggled for control. “Ahh.. Roxas.. why… are you-nghh..” My words died upon my lips in a hiss when he took my earlobe between his teeth, tugging none too gently, his tongue curling around the heavy sapphire stud there.

 

He pulled back again, cocking his head quizzically, “Why won’t you touch me?” his large luminous eyes became again, innocently curious. He ran his hands down my arms, tracing the contour of my biceps, lingering to rub his thumbs into the sensitive pressure points at my inner elbows. I quickly brought my hands up, away from where they had restrained themselves without bonds, fisting into the leather of my splayed open coat. Gently gripping his narrow hips, I found that I was flushing with embarrassment.

 

“I am… as you figuratively implied upon your arrival… often.. bound.” I retracted my hands and tugged the soft leather gloves away, flexing my wrists to display the more prominent scars, shiny white traceries gained from fighting my bonds too vigorously in the grip of my passions, in the fervid embrace of my Superior.

 

That brief flash of sense memory made me shudder, eyelids flickering shut momentarily before I gently replaced my fingertips against Roxas’ smooth flawless skin, scraping long nails lightly beneath his waistband and savoring the small shudder and drawn mewl I received as my eyes fell away from his face to study some point in the middle distance, regaining some of my composure.

 

“Xemnas tends my pleasure first and then satisfies his own desires upon my body… but I am rarely allowed to touch… I am… more dangerous under the light of Kingdom Hearts, a warrior first and a seer second, despite how I am called within the Organization and Xemnas enjoys nothing more than taking the berserker… shackled and mad… and helpless…” I flushed hotly, irrationally embarrassed again but he simply nodded, looking thoughtful.

 

“And out here?” He held my gaze briefly with eyes like midnight tide pools shimmering in pale lunar light, before pulling one glove of with his teeth and sliding his hand lightly over my shivering abdomen, his blue gaze following the path of twitching muscles his trailing fingertips excited on their way to the closure of my pants, tensing his brow and hissing softly when my long nails dug into his skin too sharply.

 

I nearly moaned my reply, breath cut to pieces as his short nails raked over my chest apparently in retaliation to my abuse of his tender skin. “Hhnn… ah.. Here? …Here, the light does not excite the beast…” I panted.

 

“Are you sure about that?” He smirked at me, removing his hand from the termini of five long red welts and cupping my erection roughly, gripping hard into the worn leather encasing me and wringing from my straining throat, yet another undignified noise. This one was at least half a groan, I having suddenly realized my own unintentional double-entendre.

 

“Nghh- you know what I meant…” I could not help but smirk along with him then, the tension ebbing slightly but my desire only increasing with his rough stroking. Sitting back on my thighs, his other hand moved from its splayed position upon my twitching abdomen to dip long gloved fingers into my pants, just trailing one leather covered fingertip through the small puddle of slick fluid that had already gathered on my lower belly where my erection was nearly protruding from my waistband. He smoothed the slickness around and curled his wet digit in to press lightly against the weeping slit, rubbing gently… rhythmically unbearably… “Ahh!! Roxas plea-”

 

“Don’t beg me…” He interrupted. "You’re not my servant…” His maddening finger continued to stroke me in teasing circles causing my hips to writhe and buck, straining where his slight body pinned them. His bare hand now covering my mouth, round boyish face and brilliant eyes then very close to mine, dipping after a moment of intense and silent study to whisper in my ear. “You are my Superior, right?… Aren’t I subordinate to you Number Seven?”

 

I cannot deny what those words did to my body. I felt I could burst any moment and I heard myself emit a noise I didn’t think could come from my throat, a whine of such desperation… such longing…How had this happened? Roxas pulled back then, standing swiftly and opening his pants to tug them off and his boots along with them, tossing it all to the side and dropping back down onto my discarded coat, knees spread and an impressive endowment for his size and apparent age bobbing between his slender thighs .

 

“Would you like to have me Saïx?” His golden head was canted to the side, expression ironically innocent but he grinned devilishly at my quickly gasped affirmative, luminous eyes blinking slowly closed and then open again like the wings of blue tropical butterflies.

 

“Then you have to tell me how you want me..

 

He had only removed one long glove and the sensation of that supple leather sliding over the identical material of my Organization uniform pants along with his words ringing in my mind had me panting again, rising up onto bent elbows to watch his hands, caressing lightly up my inner thigh as I involuntarily spread my legs. He smirked at that and I released an aggravated sigh. Did I even know what to do with someone willing to submit to me?

 

I flinched, exhaling a held breath as his fingers ghosted over my trapped arousal to release the closure and tug the heavy zipper free. “Well Saïx? How may I serve you?” His slightly mocking chuckle was not unbecoming, however I still growled in slight annoyance even as his cool fingers slid over and around, gently working me free with delicate teasing strokes.

 

“Aahhnnn…. Mmm your m-mouth…. I… would like… to feel it.” This was at least a game I had some experience with. At times Xemnas would desire that I direct him. However, these encounters inevitably culminated in my taking. Whether he was riding me to completion or as it occurred far more often, expending his passions within my body, it was Xemnas in control… ever my Superior. It was not something I disliked or even questioned. I never had. But now…

 

“And after that… I desire the rest of you…”

 

“Oh yes…my master…”

 

He chuckled and I could hear the seductive smirk in his voice and even as my eyes had rolled back, could almost see the mirthful narrowing of his own, two brilliant mocking azure points in his shadowed face. Oh my, but Axel had utterly ruined the boy… and in very short order… Roxas’ uncluttered memory made his mind a swift trap for any and all information and since his introduction to the organization the Nobody with which he’d had, by far, the most contact was Axel… and you could very much tell. I even found myself smirking at the thought until my trousers were dragged off my hips and my straining erection was suddenly the focus of even more intimate attentions.

 

 

Heat like full noon sunlight, if a sunbeam could fold itself around you and squeeze, engulfed me while hard fingertips curled sharply into my hips, stilling their involuntary spasm. Nothing could still my voice however and my cry rang out into the forever-night, stolen by the empty wind and absorbed by the babble of the stagnant tide, echoed by the song of the moon in my mind.

 

Its whisper grew more insistent with every wet and heated swipe of tongue, each light scrape of teeth and jolting squeeze of suction, tendrils of white noise creeping in at the edges of my senses… ringing ears… a metallic taste… and suddenly, clarity.

 

I was opened and the visions began to wash over me in gentle ripples like those of this quiet sea. My voice was slipping my control, singing with the moon in tones of strain, and I cannot even imagine what I might have said.

 

I felt him pause in his motions, seeming to ponder briefly, my words, the moon’s words. Again he descended and I know my eyes were closed but I could still see… still see everything around me and so much more.

 

I didn’t want it.

 

I didn’t want to see that clearly.

 

I was afraid… afraid of what else I might divulge.

 

The moon’s tender caresses turned suddenly violent, tearing at my mind as I wrenched myself free of the grip of vision with a sharp cry, the image of the crown and that brilliant light vanishing, leaving behind a pale afterimage of brilliant ocean blue eyes, which Roxas’ identical eyes snapped open to replace as the vision faded, startled by my shout.

 

“Saïx?” His query was muffled by the tip of my penis, still resting between his wet rosy lips. I shook my head, panting with both arousal and the strain of resisting the moon.

 

“Roxas… not here.” I was still breathing heavily but my tone was apparently firm enough, for he did not argue, simply resting his hands to either side of my body and summoning a portal beneath us, his mouth enclosing me again as I shuddered, pressing me back with an undulating tease of tongue and delicate swallowing, the jagged tendrils of darkness closing about us.

 

We came to rest on a soft surface. ‘His bed.’ I had to assume since it smelled like summer sun and… ‘ah..yes… the ever present tang of smoke…’ I smirked again without really knowing why. In Roxas presence I could easily associate feelings of self satisfaction, triumph, envy, guilt, everything I lost when I lost my heart, and I just found something satisfying in feeling the pleasing suction and scrape of smooth incisors, talented tongue laving all my most sensitive parts, while envisioning all the practice it had taken to learn a man’s body as Roxas had obviously done right here, quite often, in this rumpled bed.

 

He caught my look and smirked right back, mouth still full of my now dangerously twitching cock. Pulling back, it widened to a knowing grin as he released me with a pop of suction. “You can smell him..” His lips twitched again. “Does it bother you?”

 

“No…”

 

“I know you don’t like him…”

 

“My feelings about Axel, if I do truly harbor any, have little to do with this.” I growled lowly, punctuating my declaration with a rough squeeze to one small rounded buttock. Gods he was tiny, I kneaded the flesh now in both hands, relishing the breathy sighs and low moaning it brought from him as he sprawled in my lap, still nuzzling my agonizing hardness. I was just about at my limit for teasing, and his small body thrummed and quivered against mine as he rose, straddling my thigh.

 

“I’m sorry…”

 

And I knew that, coming from him, it could possibly be true. “No need..” I shook my head and he huffed slightly, grinding his erection into the junction of my leg and hip.

 

“Turn around Roxas.” His eyes widened at my tone for just a split second and then his smirk returned, so familiar I wanted to scratch little inverted teardrops onto his cheeks with my pointed fingernails.

 

He did as told without further hesitation though, turning gracefully away from me and resting his thin chest against the bed, gripping the comforter in both hands and spreading his knees, supple ass high in the air.

 

I caught my breath, following the lines of his slender thighs and bowed spine with my hungry gaze and trailing a finger between taut cheeks, tracing the seam down over his smooth scrotum and further to stroke the full length of him, relishing the shivers that gripped his slight body at my touch. There was no misreading the boy’s ardor.

 

“You don’t need to take it easy on me…”

 

Again that knowing smirk, flung back over his shoulder as he dropped a hand beneath his belly to fondle himself and my arousal surged, making me groan as I settled myself behind him, acknowledging his statement with a nod.

 

He relaxed with practiced ease as I spread him with my thumbs, increasing the speed of his stroking. He possibly assumed I would take him literally and just push right in, however, I had fallen into temporary possession of something I had not even been aware of wanting, and I intended to make the most of my time with Roxas.

 

Stiffening with a little yelp, his head came up sharply when my tongue retraced the path my fingers had taken, pausing at the apex of its journey to undulate against his twitching pink pucker as he sank back into the bedding, still distractedly fondling himself. I couldn’t help smirking against his skin at the shiver that overtook him and his breathy wordless groans into the sheets as I continued to lave him … relishing the clench of his fingers in the slippery material when I pushed my tongue into him.. the way he muffled his mewls of pleasure in handfuls of bedding and relishing most of all, the control I felt..

 

“Roxas where-”

 

“Nghh…” He interrupted my query, pointing with his chin and I followed his eyes and the inclination of his head, retrieving a bottle with a faded label, the handwritten text too blurred to read and tipped some of the contents into my cupped palm, spreading the slickness to coat my fingers, it had no discernible scent.

 

“How do you usually prefer to do this Roxas…?” I murmured, slipping two fingers into his heat just to the first knuckle before withdrawing to thrust shallowly again. “How do you and Axel.. fuck…?”

 

“Usually… ahh.. I’m on top..nghh...When it’s me’n Ax- AHH!!”

 

Hiding my vague surprise, I took that moment to quite successfully accost his prostate, chuckling at his cry and the way his spine bowed when I did it again… the way he caught his lip tightly between his white teeth, bright luminous eyes tearing slightly then slamming closed, breath escaping in a hiss. “Saix…”

 

It was not a warning or a command… nor was it a plea or even a request but that breath of my name had me needing to hear it again, louder… hoarser… and many more times. Such was the effect of being near Roxas. I should never have thought such a thing to be imperative but for Roxas’ strange effect on my heartless body. My arousal pulsed between my thighs with every sound and twitch of his small body, bowed before me.

 

“You don’t mind…?” I managed, pushing in once more and twisting my fingers to feel him shudder again.

 

“No-” His breath caught.

 

Nodding I extracted my fingers from his relaxed hole. “I’d like you on your back now Roxas…” Sitting back I began to apply lubricant to myself as he turned obediently over, settling onto his back in the rumpled sheets and planting his feet wide, watching me intently with an unreadable look in his deep blue eyes as I placed myself between his spread thighs.

 

His breath hissed out between clenched teeth as I eased in and I studied the way his face flushed and contorted in pleasure with as much attention as I could spare, as his warmth slickly enveloped me. Gods, he was tight… so very small compared to Xemnas… compared to anyone… but not virginal.. oh no.. he knew what he was doing and the hot clench around me was not the stretch of inexperience but the grip of control and practice.

 

Before I could even properly adjust to his heat and pressure around me, twitching against my skin and squeezing with a steady pulse he was rolling his hips up to take the last inch, arching back into the sheets with a low groan. “Impatient..” I hissed, lowering my body over his and twitching my hips just enough to gently massage his prostate.

 

“Wh- what did you- AH- e- expect?” He smirked still, despite his fluttering eyelids and stuttered speech, curling his hands tightly into the bedclothes with his eyebrows tight in a concentrated glower I knew had nothing to do with anger… always so fierce in everything he did..

 

“I did not expect any of this…” I smiled down at him then and he caught my look, raising his eyebrows but I just rolled my hips forward to grind myself in as deep as possible before pulling back, relishing his hoarse cry and the hot pleasure of those clinging slick muscles inside his body massaging me, gripping me as if to pull me back in.

 

I allowed myself to let go then. In that unlit room with shrouded windows, in darkness I was awash in his light, immersed in radiance and a heat like high summer in kinder worlds than this…

 

He seemed to note my change in demeanor and adjusted his body beneath me, rolling to one side slightly and lofting one slim leg for me to grip. I accepted it, pushing him further over and straddling his other leg to get a deeper stroke. He cried out wordlessly as I began to thrust rapidly, dropping his hand away to stroke himself again, his breathing rough and fast, eyes clenched as tightly as his fist in the sheets… as tightly as his body was wrapped around mine, squeezing and stroking me, hot and slick and quivering with strain. Gods..

 

“Nghh- Roxas.. I..” I began.

 

“Nn- cumminghh- ahh..” His head rolled back, jaw dropping open as he suddenly spilled out onto the bedding, squeezing and milking his twitching length in time with the last of my thrusts.

 

I could feel the waves of his orgasm pulsing through him, fluttering muscles contracting around me, even tighter than I believed I could bear. He echoed my ragged shout, tensing with me as I came, lip between his teeth and eyes now glossy bright and open and locked on mine in the darkness.

 

After a very long moment in which we simply stared at each other as our breathing calmed, I sat back gently, sliding free from him and carefully arranging the leg I had been gripping back where it belonged against the other. His slight body continued to tense with orgasm aftershocks as my semen slipped down around the curve of his buttock.

 

“What did you seek me out for Roxas?”

 

 

“Ah…? mnn…… Oh yeah… Um.. You’re.. uh.. Responsible for Roxas’ physical education while Axel and Xaldin are… wherever..”

He waved one hand vaguely, his initial impression of Xemnas’ ‘Command Voice’ giving way to a yawn which he stifled… “But I don’t think this was quite what the Superior had in mind…” he smirked, seeming to regain a little mental clarity.

“If that is the case then I will see you at the sparring arena..” I teased, rising to depart although I admit I was loath to leave his presence… the double seduction of his willing body and irrational emotional effects was powerful indeed…

 

He mock glared at me over a pillow, sticking out his tongue as I summoned a portal.

 

“Rest for now Roxas…” I chuckled, backing into the swirling darkness. “I will return for you.”