Larxene lets out what could only be described as a disgusted noise, rolling her eyes, “Jeez, do I have to do everything?” Without another moment’s hesitation, she grasps onto Axel’s cloak, pull him down to her level. She didn’t expect it would be comfortable for him, but she didn’t care. Her lips crashed against his, despite a small voice nagging at her that this was a terrible idea. They were both going to get hurt, and that this wasn’t worth the pain. But at this very moment? She didn’t care.
Lips move almost hungrily against his, tongue seeking to force the other’s mouth open. It would seem she’s rather experienced in such things, unlike the other.
He lets out a soft cry, surprised that she had jerked him down. He barely has a moment to protest, or really make any sort of input, before Larxene pulls him into another kiss, this one quite different from the last one. It is a rather large step up from his tiny, nervous smooch.
Axel is hesitant to respond at first, still somewhat stunned, and now feels floored.
Her lips are so nice....
He experimentally parts his lips a bit, leaning his head forward slightly. At least he’s doing something; he doesn’t want her to think he finds her to be anything less than incredible. He’s never really had something like this happen even as Lea, and it’s just.. new, more than anything.
“What are you trying to accomplish with this act?” Saix honestly wasn’t sure what Axel was trying to do, but it looked like some sort of strange display of emotion… “This isn’t becoming of you, is it?” He hopes not.
Axel tries to look as ‘sexy’ as he can, sprawled out all over Saix’s desk, an elbow resting against the surface to holding his head up at the palm. A ridiculous grin is on the redhead’s face, and he ca’t help but snicker just a bit.
“If you don’t get up, then I’ll make you.”
“You sure you want to try that, princess?”
“I’m sure you don’t need to walk.”
“It should be taking effect any moment now.”
“But darling, you look much better covered in blood.”
“Entertain me with your screams.”
“Oh, a biter? Well, I bite back.”
“Pull anymore and it’ll snap your neck.”
“I am what nightmares are made of.”
“Tick tock…Ready to listen?”
“Let’s see you talk without that tongue.”
“A struggle? I like that.”
“If you take one more step!”
“An eye for an eye, right?”
“And you’ll never know where you are.”
“If you let me go I’ll-“
“I don’t wanna die!”
“I’ll do anything! Just stop!”
“Curiosity might just kill you, kitten.”
“Loosen the ropes.. For one minute?”
“I think you’ll look even better once I mark you.”
“Try to hit me one more time.”
“Just wait until my blades get a hold of you.”
“You’re here for my pleasure.”
“I’ll give you what you want.”
“You’ll never see the light of day again.”
“I never thought you’d look so good all strung up.”
“No. Not there!”
Lea loves the others— Sora, Riku, Kairi, all of them— but he also loves peace and quiet, solitude; a time to be by himself and enjoy the company of only he. Of course, there are days when he finds that being completely alone isn’t the best, and those are the days when he has only the companionship of a certain rock star with a mullet.
Said rock star is sitting comfortably on a couch, strumming the strings of his sitar to make rather pleasant music, when Lea wanders in. He watches the blonde for a moment, eyes half closed with a smile on his face as he enjoys his boyfriend’s melodies. That is definitely something he missed about being in the Organization— resting in the Grey Area with Demyx playing around on Arpeggio while Axel would rest.
Now that Emyd and Lea are together, on the same side, however, the redhead no longer has a need to miss such things; he has them all over again, in a safer, better environment, for more than one reason.
“We’ve got the place to ourselves, babe,” Lea announces, moving into the room now, with his presence made known to Emyd. “Kids are out on a training day, won’t be back for a bit.”
“That so?” Emyd inquires, a little smile playing at his lips. He continues to pluck the strings of his sitar for a moment, and then pauses, Arpeggio quickly disappearing from his hands. He then looks up at Lea, narrowing his emerald greens with a teasing glint in them.
Lea nods slowly, coming to stand just in front of the blonde. He now has his head hanging, so that he can look down at Emyd, mirroring the glint in his boyfriend’s eyes within his own. His mouth gradually takes on a smile, lips spreading to show his teeth. It is one that is of no doubt, filled with mischief and scheming; Emyd has seen it before, many times. So he’s nearly certain of what will happen next.
Satisfaction is clear on his face when Lea climbs into his lap, his thighs moving to straddle Emyd’s. Slow-moving hands slide up Emyd’s stomach, over his chest, coming to a stop when they cup the blonde’s face tightly. Lea tips his partner’s head back and bows his own, unable to keep himself from grinning as he pushes his lips onto Emyd’s. He begins to feel satisfied merely because he can tell that the blonde has started to tremble.
As Lea’s lips work against his partner’s, he feels the tickle of fingers running up and over his thighs, stopping to gently grip his hips. The redhead lets out a small gasp, a shudder moving through his body as he pauses in kissing Emyd, drawing back only a fraction to take a few deep breaths.
“You’re hot,” the blonde cackles once he can speak again, his face turning bright red as Lea catches his breath.
“Really now, wise-guy?” the taller of the two whispers, staring down into Emyd’s face for a moment. “Well, I could always share my warmth with y—”
Before he could finish his words, Emyd spreads his legs apart, unsettling Lea’s balance in his lap. In a quick movement, the blonde has twisted his boyfriend and then himself sideways, laying Lea out flat on his back. Before the redhead can recover, Emyd has moved to hover above him, supporting himself on hands and knees, effectively switching their positions.
Lea now stares up into his boyfriend’s face instead of down, stunned that he had attempted and succeeded in such a move. He opens his mouth to make a remark, but before any words can get out, Emyd has descended, tilting his head to reach the side of Lea’s neck. A soft cry follows the sensation of teeth biting down into his skin, body tensing and arching upwards slightly as he tilts his head back, giving Emyd plenty of room to have fun.
“How about I just make you hotter?” Emyd purrs into Lea’s ear, his hands moving from the couch to his partner’s chest, resting there for now.
“I’d prefer it the other way around,” Lea whispers back, squeezing his eyes shut as his chest rises and falls shakily. “Maybe you should get back under me.”
Emyd chuckles softly and then growls, “Then make me, hothead.”
He then resumes his work, biting all over the side of Lea’s neck, appreciating each and every noise the actions evoke. He can do anything he wants to right now, and if he plays his cards right, Lea will be absolutely helpless— a mess of soft cries and shudders. The thought of it makes Emyd shiver himself; all that power over his partner.
Once he deems Lea rendered pretty useless, Emyd slowly crawls backwards, causing the redhead plenty of confusion. That is, until Lea feels Emyd start to lift the edge of his shirt, up and over his stomach to expose skin from his hips to his lower chest. Lea lets out a soft whine, too breathless and shaky to even try to stop Emyd. He feels his partner’s breath only on his stomach at first, and then two soft lips.
“Em—!” he gasps, digging his fingertips into the couch cushions.
“Shh,” the blonde murmurs, turning his head to rest his cheek against Lea’s belly. “I believe I’ve won this time. I’m going to enjoy it.”
During this break, Lea tries to quietly regain any sort of strength. Once his breathing is level again, he slowly devises a pan and then shifts gently beneath Emyd.
“You can keep doing this, as long as you stop biting my neck, you know what that does to me,” Lea says sternly, glancing down at his boyfriend.
That’s when the blonde lifts up his head, smirking almost immediately. He picks himself back up, moving forward again to have his face positioned just above Lea’s, still retaining that smug, eager expression on his face.
“Oh, really?” he asks, eyes half closed as he peers down at Lea.
The redhead whines quietly and turns his head, hoping he doesn’t seem as obvious to his plans as he fears he is. “Not my neck…”
“Yes, your neck—”
Just as Emyd moves downward again, his intentions to start again, Lea’s legs pull in, the tops of his thighs pushing into his abdomen before they opened and locked around the blonde’s midrift, locking him in. There’s a small sound of surprise from the smaller of the two, but he has no time to think before he’s being flipped, over the side of the couch, and into the floor. Being that the cushions of the sofa aren’t even that high off the ground, the impact isn’t painful, and Lea is both careful and slow— at least, he is enough to get Emyd down and pinned quickly without hurting him.
Now that Emyd is on solid ground again, he begins to squint accusingly at Lea. He makes an attempt to get his hands free, but they’re both pinned to the ground by the wrists, leaving his palms up and his fingers out. His hips and pressed into by Lea’s knees on either side, boxing him in and leaving his legs nearly useless in any future struggling for the upper hand.
Suddenly, Lea releases Emyd’s wrists, and sits up. His knees stay where they are, but Emyd now has the room to sit up, if he chooses. He hesitates, however, staring at Lea dubiously.
“Sit up,” the redhead orders firmly, narrowing his eyes. “And turn so that you’re leaning against the couch.”
Green eyes blink rapidly, confused for a moment. But he complies, pushing himself up off the floor and turning to press his back into the edge of the couch. Lea moves with him, silent, watching, until he suddenly smirks. Emyd draws in a deep breath, recognizing that look again. It’s barely a moment after this that Lea moves forward to relax his body against Emyd’s. His hands take hold of the blonde’s wrists once again, holding them against the couch now, earning himself a small yelp out of his partner.
“Ooh, what’s the matter, Emyd?” Lea coos, slowly drawing his face nearer and nearer to the blonde’s. He revels in the wide eyes, the red hue dusting cheeks, and most of all, the tiny sounds Emyd makes with every few quick breaths. He’s nervous and flustered and Lea loves it.
Finally, Lea’s face reaches Emyd’s, and he tilts his head to the side to lock his lips with the blonde once again. The smaller male wriggles beneath Lea, his trembling coming back with a vengeance, as both disappointment and excitement jolt through him— disappointment at defeat, and guilty excitement of it, as well.
They stay this way for what seems like a long way; lips moving over each other, teeth closing gently and not so gently against them, quiet gasps when the pressure is too much to hold it in…
When Lea pulls back, his mouth is open wide, trying to be subtle in drawing air back in. Emyd follows suit, but he pays no mind to his volume, gasping as his chest pumps and his face turns every bright shade of red it can.
“Now, let’s… see how you like being utterly helpless,” Lea whispers, still breathless. His words are more or less a threat, and Emyd knows exactly what for.
“No, no, no, wait—”
Lea gives him no chance to plead, his grip tightening against the blonde’s wrists as he travels down from his lips to his chin, up his jawline, and to his ear, leaving a heavy trail of kisses the whole way. Every moment, Emyd’s body shakes, an occasional gasp of pleasure drawn from his lips as Lea makes his way to any weak spot he can find.
“Do you want me to stop?” comes a gentle whisper directly into Emyd’s ear.
The blonde groans, squeezing his eyes shut before tipping his chin back. He lets out the tiniest “no” as an answer, trying to relax beneath his partner, but finding himself unable to. His body remains tense and only stiffens up further as the area of his neck, just below his ear, is touched by warm lips. The contact is just that at first— a mere touch, that shows no sign of change. The pause goes on long enough for Emyd’s to finally slack, a small sound of relief flowing from him.
It’s only a moment after that sound that Lea trades lips for fangs and bites down.
“Lea—!” he gasps, eyes opening wide as his fingers curl into fists, stuck how he is, at his boyfriend’s mercy. He tries not to squirm, but he can’t refrain from it.
And he knows that, if Lea’s force alone isn’t going to cause a mark to be left, the fact that Emyd can’t stop moving will.
“Lea, it’s going to bruise,” Emyd cries softly, his lips remaining parted as Lea begins to move, biting down and then covering in kisses. “If someone sees it, I don’t think—”
“I don’t care,” the redhead hisses, waiting again with his face pressed into the reddening neck of his partner. “Why should we? We’ve waited and we’ve pretended and— and we’ve suffered for this. Why not enjoy it?”
Emyd stops at that, realizing that being… well, marked as Lea’s territory didn’t sound like such a bad idea. A few wide-eyed stares here and there, possibly a few comments… but the blonde couldn’t help feeling as though the pleasure of being Lea’s, the pleasure of being toyed with in such a way by someone he really loved and really trusted…
“You’re right,” he murmurs, slowly closing his eyes again. “Mm… yeah, okay, hot stuff, make it count.”
There is a quiet and rather roguish chuckle from Lea. “Oh, I will.”
“If you don’t get up, then I’ll make you.”
“You sure you want to try that, princess?”
“I’m sure you don’t need to walk.”
“It should be taking effect any moment now.”
“But darling, you look much better covered in blood.”
“Entertain me with your screams.”
“Oh, a biter? Well, I bite back.”
“Pull anymore and it’ll snap your neck.”
“I am what nightmares are made of.”
“Tick tock…Ready to listen?”
“Let’s see you talk without that tongue.”
“A struggle? I like that.”
“If you take one more step!”
“An eye for an eye, right?”
“And you’ll never know where you are.”
“If you let me go I’ll-“
“I don’t wanna die!”
“I’ll do anything! Just stop!”
“Curiosity might just kill you, kitten.”
“Loosen the ropes.. For one minute?”
“I think you’ll look even better once I mark you.”
“Try to hit me one more time.”
“Just wait until my blades get a hold of you.”
“You’re here for my pleasure.”
“I’ll give you what you want.”
“You’ll never see the light of day again.”
“I never thought you’d look so good all strung up.”
“No. Not there!”
The redhead pauses here. His head bows just a bit and he remains quiet for a moment, stopping to think it over.
Should they? He doesn’t know. But he wonders now if he’s only going for brief, quickly-passing things. Shortly lived thrills, even if they were of a less… serious kind.
The boy sits quietly atop the clock tower, thinking things over. Maybe The Organization… isn’t that bad. Maybe the people he’s meeting will make it worthwhile. Axel, and Xion, and Xigbar, and… Demyx.
The other blonde has helped to make Roxas feel like he isn’t going to be stranded here in the group of Nobodies, friendless, and alone. When Roxas can’t go to Xion and Axel, he has Demyx. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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