Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Tilted Axys ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 4

Loz awoke when the cold air hit his bare skin. He reached up to pull Axys against him a little tighter, only to realize that she wasn't there.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, sitting up and scanning the dark room.

“What is it, Loz?” Yazoo said, annoyed and groggy.

“Yeah, tell us so we can go back to sleep.” Kadaj whined.

“Dammit, get up! Axys is gone!”

That did it.

All three of the clones were up and dressed in mere seconds.

“Alright. She can't have gotten far, the keys for the bikes are still here.” Kadaj observed.

“Yazoo, you look outside. Loz, you check the basement and the labs. I'll search up here and the ground floor, including the secret lab in the ballroom. Do. Not. Leave. Anything. Unchecked.”

“Right.” The other two brothers stated together.

The three parted ways.

Yazoo removed his gun from its holster and stalked out the front door. The gardens seemed to call to him, so he let his feet take him there. He heard an echoing `click' and raised his pistol before it even registered that he wasn't in danger.

The sight he found made him sigh in relief.

Axys sat on a concrete bench before the koi pond, staring at the defiled statue of Sephiroth. There was a melancholy look in her pretty yellow eyes. Her lit cigarette sat suspended between her delicate fingers, forgotten ash falling to the cold soil.

He couldn't stand the sadness that radiated from her body. He had to stop it. Make her laugh, make her hot, make her angry, anything!

He crept behind her and lightly pressed Velvet Nightmare between her shoulder blades and pulled the hammer back.

Her response was immediate. Her shoulders hunched and her hands slowly raised level with her head. She slowly turned around.

When she saw that it was Yazoo, her arms dropped and she scowled at him.

“You shouldn't sneak up on people like that!” She said, bravely reaching out and poking him square in the chest.

He holstered his gun.

“And YOU shouldn't sneak off like that.” He answered, swatting her hand away.

Axys lowered her head and turned back to the black water of the pond. “I only wanted a cigarette. I suppose it's a bit early to expect to be trusted.”

“A bit.” He agreed.

“Yazoo!” Kadaj called from a window on the second story. “Loz didn't find her, and neither did I! Did y-“

“Down here, in the garden! She's with me!”

In a flash, Loz was standing right next to Yazoo, looking very annoyed. He raised an eyebrow at Axys and she hunched her shoulders and grinned bashfully.

Kadaj jumped from the window, landing gracefully on his feet right in front of Axys. He lashed out and back-handed her across her cheek.

“What do you think you're doing?!” He asked, livid.

Axys snapped. Months of torture-what was at first, rape-Jenova cells - all came crashing down at the same time.

“What's the matter, Kadaj? Afraid I'll run away? Don't want to lose your dolly, now, do you? Where would I go, Kadaj? Back to Vincent? Well, fuck you! How do I know he's not somewhere else in this Shiva's-forsaken mansion, awaiting the same treatment? NO ONE will trust me now! They probably all think I'm dead! I have nowhere else to go, Kadaj! You took that away from me when you injected me with this disease!”

“Hey!” Loz snarled.

The three brothers attacked her. Before she even thought to fight back, Loz was straddling her on the bench, his arm in position and the Dual Hound ready to kill. Yazoo stood off to the side, pulling her head back by her hair and pointing his gun in her face, and Kadaj stood behind her with his sword resting dangerously across the creamy pale skin of her throat.

She wouldn't look at any of them. She stared past them, to the dark sky.

The three stared into her angry eyes, eyes that almost begged for death. The look in her eyes made Kadaj uncomfortable. He sheathed the Souba.

“Just . . . wake one of us up and tell us you're going next time, okay?” He walked away, Loz standing and following him in stupefied awe.

Yazoo held his position. Her empty eyes haunted him. He wanted to make the pain all just a forgotten memory. He wanted to give her what she wanted, but he didn't want to kill her.

And not wanting to kill her made him angry, and made him want to kill her all over again.

“Are you going to do it, or not?” Axys said softly, still staring at the blinking stars.

He holstered his gun and sat down beside her on the bench. She slowly lifted her head and again, stared up at the statue of her new `brother'. She absently rubbed at a small scratch left on her throat by Kadaj's deadly double-sword.

“Did he get you?” Yazoo asked, removing her hand and lifting her chin for a better look. “Hm. You're lucky it's just a scratch. You really shouldn't have said those things.”

Axys didn't respond. She pulled out her pack and lit another cigarette.

“I'm assuming you won't let me go to town?” She asked the statue.

“No. What do you need from town?”

Axys shook her empty pack.

“Oh.” Yazoo thought a minute. “If you behave, maybe I can convince Kadaj to let me take you to town. You'll need your own clothes, anyway. I've a feeling Kadaj won't let you wear his anymore, and mine won't fit you, you're too short. And lets not even try Loz's.”

She didn't laugh. Didn't even look at him.

“Will you look at me?!” Yazoo said, forcefully, more than a little frustrated. When she didn't comply, he roughly cupped her jaw in his hand and forced her to look at him.

Her hollow eyes stared through him. Reading him. Knowing him. He couldn't take it.

He lowered his head to hers; the only proof that she even knew what he was doing being her small gasp just before their lips touched.

That got her attention. He hadn't kissed her since the first day of her captivity, and boy, had she missed it.

His lips were so soft, yet hard - unbreakable. They depicted the very essence of what made him Yazoo. His tongue teased her lower lip. Begging entrance, and his slender fingers traced her jaw line, holding her in place.

Axys melted against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She opened her mouth, sucking on his tongue, then his lower lip. Yazoo's hands came to rest on either side of her throat, then yanked her roughly against him.

“Yazoo!” Loz called from the same second-story window as before, “Brother says come back inside, and Sister stays with you, or goes back to her cell!”

He reluctantly pulled away, feeling strangely lost without the sensation of Axys' hot lips against his own. He sighed.

“Oh dear. You've upset Kadaj.” He said.

“I don't care.” Was Axys' reply. “He doesn't scare me.”

“Oh really?” Yazoo grasped her hands in his and pulled her up from the bench, ushering her towards the mansion. “What does scare you?”

“You do.” She said, so softly he almost missed it.

He chuckled. “I'm flattered. Why?”

“I know what Kadaj and Loz are about, but not you. You're unpredictable. That scares me.” She blushed.

“Well, thank you.”

They walked in silence up the stairs and down another dark hallway to his room.

“Not taking me back to my cell?” she asked.

“No. Not right now, anyway.”

“See? Unpredictable.”

He grinned and opened the door, leading her into a dark, bare room. Only a couch, a small bed, and a door that led to what Axys assumed was a bathroom. There was another door on the far wall that drew Axys' attention. It was nothing but a black fusama.

“You're room is . . . nice.” She blatantly lied.

Yazoo chuckled. “I don't care about the inside.” He explained as he walked to the fusama. He opened it and motioned for her to go out, following her as she did so.

Axys gasped as she took in her surroundings. She was standing on a beautiful balcony overlooking the gardens. On the balcony there was a deck swing made of dark green steel, a canopy table, and three lounge chairs, each with it's own table. In the right outside corner, there was a large cherrywood jet jacuzzi with clouds of steam billowing from the hot water. The railing of the balcony was covered in wisteria vines that tangled wildly and covered the entire expanse of the balcony and even climbed up onto the side of the mansion. The purple flowers bloomed out of control and smelled wonderful.

"Yazoo . . . this . . . this is amazing . . ." Axys walked to the railing. She could see the garden below, the peaks of the Nibel Mountains rising in the distance, and even the outskirts of Rocket Town.

The sheet she wore slipped away. She instinctively grabbed for it, only to see Yazoo throw it over the railing.

"What are you . . . " She asked, turning to face him.

Yazoo slowly began removing his suit.

"Oh." She finished. She walked to him and placed her hands over his, following his movements. Once he was undressed, he lifted Axys and carried her to the jacuzzi, gently lowering her into the steaming water.

Axys moaned shamelessly as the hot jets worked the knots from her neck and shoulders.

Yazoo slipped in and waded to where she sat. He stood before her in all his naked glory, his erection straining and begging for her touch. Axys reached up to take him into her hand. He stopped her by grabbing her wrists.

"Only if you want to. I won't force you this time."

Axys smiled and wrapped her hand around his shaft. "You never HAD to force me, Yazoo. I did those things because I wanted to. Though I must admit, the gun to my head was kind of a turn-on . . ."

He groaned when she squeezed him. "Well . . . Maybe I'll have to do it more often . . . "

Axys leaned in and took his arousal into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against him as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him against her.

Yazoo let out a shaky breath and rested his hands in her hair, gently moving it out of her face, so he could watch her lovely mouth work him. He bit his lip when she swallowed around him and moved his hips against her. Once. Twice. On his third thrust she sucked hard and swallowed around him again. He growled-almost shouted-at the sensation.

"Stop it. Stop. Now. I want you . . . STOP AXYS!" He shouted. When she didn't comply, he yanked hard on her hair.

She growled, the vibrations against his shaft sending a shudder through his body. He looked down to find her watching him. The look in her eyes was almost . . . lethal. He shivered.

Without warning, she flipped positions. He was now sitting where she had been. She looked down her perfect nose at him.

"Do you want me?" She asked, her voice low and seductive. She trailed her hand down between her legs and gently stroked herself, her other hand finding it's way to her breast and pinching at a taut nipple.

Yazoo shuddered through the arousal that shot through him as he watched her touch herself. "Yes . . ." He hissed.

"Do you need it?" She purred, soft and deadly-sounding.

He grabbed her and flipped her around until she was sitting in his lap, thrusting inside her as she was yanked onto him. He thrust three times, in perfect rhythm with his next words.

"Does that-answer your-question?!"

Axys whimpered in time with the thrusts. One of Yazoo's hands roughly dragged up her abdomen to squeeze her breast, the other teasing at her clit. His thrusts were shallow, in quickly, out slowly, angling to hit that spot that felt justright.

Axys laid her head back on his shoulder and moved with him, whimpering softly each time he would draw out. "Harder, Yazoo, faster!" She said, breathless.

"No!" He snarled, "I want you to beg for it. Beg for release!!"

Axys whimpered again, trying to quicken the pace herself.

Yazoo grabbed her hips and held her in place, slowing down even more. He shook with need, but refused to give her what she wanted just yet.

"Beg me!" He snarled again.

Axys groaned, frustrated when he slowed even more. She put her arms up and grasped Yazoo's hair behind her head, yanking at him. He bit her neck, then trailed hot kissed up her jaw to her lips. He kissed her, hard. Teeth and lips clashed as they fought for dominance. Axys tasted blood when Yazoo pulled away, and that was when her will failed her.

"Please, Yazoo!" She shouted.

"Not good enough!" He whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Please! Please harder, Yazoo! Faster, please! Make me come!"

Hearing her pleas, her voice loud and high, he gave in to the urge to just fuck, and fuck hard. White hot pleasure consumed him as he thrust deep, hard and fast. He covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her screams of pleasure. It just wouldn't do to have Loz or Kadaj interrupt him, wondering what was wrong.

Axys threw her head back against his shoulder, gasping for breath. Her hands left his hair only to take residence on her own body, tweaking her nipples and rubbing against her clit with rapid, desperate strokes.

He slapped her hands away from herself, replacing them with his. She allowed it and gripped his thighs, pulling herself closer, him deeper. She cried out as his erection stroked against her cervix.

"Be quiet . . . " he whispered almost tenderly. "Don't wake the others . . . I want you all to myself tonight . . . I want your moans to be for me and me alone . . . I-AH!" He groaned when her walls tightened around him. She was bucking against his hand, gasping and biting her lips, trying so hard not to make any noise. She broke, whimpering his name.

"Oh gods, Yazoo . . . I'm so close . . . so . . . close . . . Oh yes!"

He jerked hard inside her, her whole body responding to the movement. Her eyes closed tightly and her mouth opened in a soft expression of ultimate pleasure. He began to thrust with his inhuman speed and strength, and she shattered.

"I'm coming!" she whispered, awe in her voice. She thought she would die from the pleasure. The sensations from her orgasm were just wearing down when another hard thrust sent her to the stars again.

When her insides squeezed him tightly and he heard her plea, he almost lost it, but he held out. He didn't want this glorious moment to end, but when he felt her tighten again, a little weaker than the last time, he lost his legendary control and thrust wildly, his perfect rhythm faltering as he reached his climax as deep inside her as he could go. He called her name into the early morning air.

Noneof them had eversaid her name like that before. It surprised and frightened her, but at the same time, made her feel more safe and . . . needed . . . than she had in months.

She collapsed back against him, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Reality slowly crept back to Yazoo, and he noticed Axys shivering slightly.

"Come," He said, stepping out of the jacuzzi and pulling her with him. "Let's at least get a little sleep, shall we?"

"Alright." Axys said, yawning and shivering again as the cold air hit her heated skin.

"Tomorrow I will take you to town for some clothes of your own, but only if you swear to me that you'll behave. You know what we'll do if you don't." He said, staring into her eyes, willing her to remember.

Axys flashed back to the night she tried to escape. They had caught her and beat her so severely that she was sure she would die. She prayedfor death before that night was over.

"I remember. I'll behave." She answered, solemnly.

Yazoo nodded and carried her inside, dropping her onto his bed. He began to walk away.

"Yazoo?" Axys asked, confusion in her voice.

"It's alright. I'll sleep on the couch." He explained. Again, he turned to walk away, when a strong grip stopped him. He looked to the hand on his wrist, and then to her face.

"Please stay?" She asked.

He smiled softly. "Alright." He slipped into bed beside her. She rolled to her side and gestured for him to come to her. When he complied, she snuggled her back against his front tightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled down into her neck.

He was almost asleep when he heard her speak.

"Yazoo?"

"Yes, Axys?" He sounded exasperated.

"Thank you."

He was confused, but decided to ask her about it later. "No problem. Go to sleep, we'll have to be up early if you want Kadaj to let you go to town."

She sighed and cuddled into him a bit more before doing what she was told. She didn't hear Yazoo speak.

"How did this happen? Why am I in love with you?" He sat up a fraction and looked at her. Angelic. How could they have ruined her?

'Remorse? Is that what this is?' He thought. He accepted his feelings for what they were. Accepted that as soon as he saw the way she stood up to them, fought them with no chance at victory, the way she took their abuse with no complaint, not even a whimper . . . he had started falling then, but was too blind to realize it.

"I will right this. I will make it up to you, My Love . . ." He kissed her temple, and then snuggled down again, joining her in sleep.