Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Lusty Liaisons ❯ Lusty Liaison ( One-Shot )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: dracoqueen22 
ONE-SHOT. Sephiroth/Xehanort. After an experiment fails, a furious Xehanort wreaks havoc in the library… that is, until a mocking Sephiroth shows him a new outlet for his anger. PWP, Lemon, Language, Yaoi.
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.05.2006 | Updated On: 01.16.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.5K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
ONE-SHOT. Sephiroth/Xehanort. After an experiment fails, a furious Xehanort wreaks havoc in the library… that is, until a mocking Sephiroth shows him a new outlet for his anger. PWP, Lemon, Language, Yaoi.
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.05.2006 | Updated On: 01.16.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.5K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Lusty Liaison
Sephiroth/Xehanort
One-Shot Pre-Game AU
Purely PWP, unadulterated smut fest!
A request fic for LordIckarous, a loyal reader.
Author's Note: This is my first KH2 fic, and my first attempted at a purely PWP (not counting that one Cid/Cloud). Keep in mind that both of these characters are strong-willed MEN; sometimes, we forget that as we write these creations. This isn't a love story, so don't expect any WAFF or sugary sweetness. If you want that, you are better off checking out one of my other stories.
This is quite possibly AU as I am not sure of Sephiroth's true identity, whether or not he was in the castle before the game or if he really is Cloud's nobody/heartless remains to be seen... at least in my case.
Sephiroth/Xehanort
One-Shot Pre-Game AU
Purely PWP, unadulterated smut fest!
A request fic for LordIckarous, a loyal reader.
Author's Note: This is my first KH2 fic, and my first attempted at a purely PWP (not counting that one Cid/Cloud). Keep in mind that both of these characters are strong-willed MEN; sometimes, we forget that as we write these creations. This isn't a love story, so don't expect any WAFF or sugary sweetness. If you want that, you are better off checking out one of my other stories.
This is quite possibly AU as I am not sure of Sephiroth's true identity, whether or not he was in the castle before the game or if he really is Cloud's nobody/heartless remains to be seen... at least in my case.
Disclaimer: Square-Enix and Disney own Kingdom Hearts. I am only borrowing them.
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A book sailed through the air, crashing against the wall and falling to the ground with a distinct thud. The pages were face down and sprawled about as if in complete surrender. Quickly, another tome flew as well, landing directly on top of the prior. It was followed by a candlestick, a sheaf of notes, which fluttered like lonesome doves, and a boot, the last being quickly retrieved and shoved back onto the owner's foot.
Xehanort was angry, furious even. And with great reason.
Another damn failure. Was he doomed to never know his past, to never remember anything? He was certain that the key lay in the heart, but every experiment had failed, leaving him yet again understanding nothing.
This last time he had been sure he would succeed. He had studied the heart up and down, back and forwards, delving into the confusing labyrinth of emotion and science with vigorous determination. He had read books, asked questions, hypothesized into all hours of the night to come with the perfect theory and test it.
Only it had failed. Again.
Xehanort cursed violently, hands clenched at his sides as he stood near to a table within the library at Radiant Garden. It was littered with countless papers of notes and experiments, books on matters of the heart, and the light and darkness within.
“Why did it fail?” he demanded to no one in particular, suddenly taking to pacing back and forth, occasionally glaring at the offensive stack of now useless information. “Everything was perfect; the plan was without flaw. The heart is darkness; in the darkness are my memories. Therefore, the memories are in the heart. It's so simple!” He snarled, unable to stop himself from kicking at a chair, and then wincing when his foot stung.
“Dammit!” he uttered lowly, glaring heatedly at the offensive piece of furniture. “Is everything in my life doomed to failure?” he exposited rhetorically, his eyes raised to the ceiling in irritation.
In one last bout of fury, though much of it had drained from him, he swept his arm across the papers on the table, shoving them all to the floor in a big heap. He had made a mess and was acting completely out of character, but the destruction was easing his pain somewhat, clearing his head and allowing his failure to work through his system.
Until an amused chuckle from the doorway caused his head to snap up in surprise, eyes narrowing on the arrogant and rude culprit.
“What a startling display of immaturity, Xehanort. I do think it suits you.”
To no surprise, he found Sephiroth, Ansem's ward standing there. The smug silver-haired bastard was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest. He was seemingly unaffected by the scathing glare that Xehanort sent his way.
“What do you want?” the amber-skinned man snarled, hands still clenched into fists at his side. There was something about Sephiroth that always raised his ire, both of anger and lust. Just the sight of him made Xehanort instantly recall skin slick with sweat, the smell of sex, and more pleasure than he was used to… all from one night.
The younger man smirked, turquoise eyes amused as he regarded Xehanort coolly. “I see you have failed… yet again,” Sephiroth taunted as he waved a hand of dismissal at other man. “Shall I chalk it up to your intelligence or just the drivel that you are attempting to pass off as research?”
Golden eyes narrowed in irritation. “You are a soldier. What do you know of science?” he demanded bitterly, squaring his shoulders. “You think with your muscles, with a sword that you wave about in an attempt at boorish negotiation. There's no class, no intelligence in being a soldier. It is simply for those who have no other path.”
“I don't need to know anything of science, to know that every thing you do fails,” the younger man taunted, with a "tsk tsk" expression. “Truthfully, Xehanort, you would do far better if you gave up now and chased after worthier ventures, something more suited to your intellect.” He paused before another smirk graced his features. “I do believe that Meyd is looking for an assistant. He needs someone to help sort his sheet music and pick up his dry cleaning, if I recall.”
Xehanort snorted. “That blubbering idiot?” he demanded with a raised brow. “I'd be more encouraged to continue studying under that royal fool.” Meyd was another of Ansem's wards, an aspiring musician with a habit of taking nothing seriously and always joking around. The child was very aggravating and grated on his nerves.
Sephiroth's smirk faltered. “Do not mock those that are far greater than you can ever hope to be, else you will learn what it means to be at the end of my Masamune.” His turquoise gaze was relentless, staring down the scientist, as if he were the enemy needing to be destroyed.
But Xehanort was unafraid, pleased that he had exploited the younger man's one weakness. He laced his words with ice, narrowing golden eyes in anger. “It was his so-called genius that he ran from… the coward,” he hissed tauntingly.
“You know nothing,” Sephiroth responded harshly. “And those who know nothing can understand nothing!”
It was the scientists' turn to sneer. “Borrowing words from dear Ansem are you?” he questioned, saying the wise king's name with a scoff. “I am so pleased that you could tear yourself from beneath him, just to deliver that statement.”
Blue-green eyes narrowed for just a moment, anger clearly evident, until he realized that Xehanort was just baiting him, as always. This was how it had begun the last time, and it was shaping up to turn out much the same, just as Sephiroth had originally intended. The soldier simpered.
“Tsk, tsk, Xehanort,” he intoned with a shake of his head. “Jealousy does not become men of our fare.”
The other man snorted, turning away from Sephiroth in clear dismissal and staring at the mess he had created. “Hardly,” he denied, wondering if he should bother to clean up or just leave it for the servants. However, those idiots might throw away some document of importance. It was best if he did such things himself. With that in mind, Xehanort idly began to pick up the books and papers, pretending the dark-clad man was no longer standing in the doorway.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sephiroth enter the library, strolling with a haughty air like he owned the place. He could feel the burning gaze on him, and he felt like he was being undressed by that look, standing bare before him.
“Come on, Norty,” Sephiroth teased, lowering his voice in a husky, seductive tone and using Meyd's affectionate nickname for Xehanort. He walked directly up to the amber-skinned man, standing in his path. “If I didn't know better, I would say that you didn't desire me right now,” he commented, words coating over Xehanort's skin like smooth silk, the sheer sound of his voice enough to make shivers travel up the scientist's spine.
Still, Xehanort refused to give in so quickly, no matter how much his body craved the younger man's touch. It was ironic how he both wanted to and did not want to be fucked by Sephiroth, feel that burning heat spreading through him and that thick cock sliding into him… dammit. Now, he was getting aroused.
Nevertheless, he responded bitingly, unwilling to rescind his pride so quickly. He would not beg nor would he demand. Above all else, he was a man devoted to science, to the study of the elusive heart. He had far more important things to attend to than responding to his more base urges.
“I don't do leftovers,” he replied scathingly, a smile of triumph overtaking him inwardly.
However, Sephiroth was not to be driven away so easy. Xehanort only noticed turquoise eyes narrow in irritation before the front of his robes and scarf were grabbed, and he was yanked forward. His lips seemed to gravitate of their own accord to Sephiroth's as the younger man demanded entrance with his tongue, continuing to hold him by his robes.
It was just a kiss, Xehanort reminded himself. It was not surrender. So he returned the gesture, eagerly sliding his tongue against Sephiroth's and nibbling lightly on his lower lip. It was only the need for breath that caused him to pull away slightly, giving them both breathing room though their lips were mere inches apart.
“I will have you tonight,” Sephiroth stated lowly before Xehanort could even speak. His warm breath ghosted across the other man's lips. “I did not seek you out for idle pleasantries, though your witty banter was much inspiring.”
Xehanort frowned, giving the younger man an icy glare though the feel of Sephiroth pressed against him caused his breath to quicken and his blood to warm heatedly. His cock began to fill slowly at the prospect of the silver-haired male driving into him repeatedly, fucking him until he screamed. Sephiroth's forceful words and actions were very seductive, plying along well with his small submissive streak buried deep beneath his dominant nature.
“But not here of course,” Sephiroth continued, his lips brushing against Xehanort's with every word. “Anyone could walk in, and I'll not have my reputation tarnished, though I could care less about yours.”
Indignation ran through him, and he bristled with irritation. “I'm not your damn toy!” he hissed angrily, trying to break away from Sephiroth's grip. Mutual pleasure was one thing, but he wasn't going to allow the soldier to pretend the only interest was on his side.
Sephiroth raised one elegant silver brow. “On the contrary,” he returned as he tightened his grip and slid his tongue lightly over Xehanort's lips. “We both know full well who had and still has the control in this… liaison. Now come.” He abruptly released the amber man and turned on his heels, fully expecting Xehanort to follow him. His long, silver hair swung over his body, enticing the other man with glimpses of a leather-covered ass.
Golden eyes narrowed as Xehanort straightened his robe and stood his ground, determined to not give in to Sephiroth's demands. Though his libido was certainly telling him to fuck his pride and seek his pleasure, his self-respect was claiming that of all people, the last he needed was Sephiroth, a soldier at that. Or perhaps a man like the soldier was what he needed after all. Maybe he needed someone with no strings attached, capable of making him scream… forget all of his failures, and maybe bring inspiration to his experiments.
With that in mind, Xehanort squared his shoulders and slowly followed after the silver-haired man, going the short distance to Sephiroth's quarters. He had made this decision on his own, he told himself. It had nothing to do with the way Sephiroth had demanded his presence or the secret thrill that flooded him. He tried to quell the rising anticipation, not wanting Sephiroth to see his eagerness.
It was ironic, the type of chaotic relationship he had with the soldier boy… man. He had disliked Sephiroth from the moment he first met him, long ago. The silver-haired male was arrogant and sharply intelligent, as well as able to see beyond any walls that Xehanort had built. Not to mention that the soldier was the only one who could make him lose his cool.
That one night they had stumbled into bed together, caused by circumstance and gross amounts of alcohol before getting into a furious verbal sparring, was passionate and volatile but ultimately full of pleasure. Enough so that he was often left spinning in lustful thoughts. He had no illusions. There were no feelings in his heart for Sephiroth. Just pure unadulterated lust.
And although he was certain he could control his baser urges. Why bother when the opportunity had come to /him/? That thought alone had him smirking, despite the fact that the thoughts were inward.
Ahead of him, Sephiroth pulled a small silver key out of his pocket, unlocking the door to his room before gesturing grandly with one arm, motioning for Xehanort to precede him. He cast the younger man a wary look before stepping inside, stopping a few feet within the doorway as his gaze traveled over Sephiroth's living quarters. As Ansem's ward, the soldier got more perks than anyone else. His room was /large/, nearly palatial, and extravagantly decorated in fancy ebony metals and draping fabrics of silver, white, and sable.
A hand grabbed the back of his lab coat before he could utter a word and pulled him backwards. He backpedaled rapidly, his back connecting with the door as Sephiroth pressed him up against it and shoved their lips together, demanding entrance with forceful strokes of his tongue and rubbing their clothed bodies together. He couldn't help the small cry of pleasure that sounded in his throat as he allowed the soldier to lay siege to his mouth, plundering the wet cavern with a fierce abandon.
One hand continued to press against Xehanort's shoulder, pinning him to the door as the other leather-gloved hand tugged at his lab coat, unzipping it and pushing the white fabric aside. Sephiroth wasted no time in delving between the open coat, fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants and his hand sliding beneath the coverings, wrapping around the older man's already hard cock.
Xehanort moaned against Sephiroth's mouth as the warm leather wrapped around his arousal, stroking him firmly. His knees buckled, and he leaned against the door, pulling the soldier more tightly against his body. Sephiroth chuckled as he broke away from the kiss, leading a trail of biting kisses down Xehanort's jaw and neck, dipping into the hollow of his collarbone.
“You're being unusually compliant,” he commented, ceasing in holding Xehanort so that he could begin pushing down the older man's pants. The scientist aided him by kicking off his boots and tilting his head backwards, giving Sephiroth more access to his throat.
His attempt at a glare quickly unfroze under the man's relentless seductive advances. He moaned thickly as he was laid bare from the waist down, Sephiroth continuing to stroke his cock firmly, already releasing copious amounts of precum.
“S-shut up,” he responded, though he had already grabbed onto the soldier's shoulder, encouraging him to continue.
Sephiroth pressed Xehanort up against the door, bringing up one leather-clad finger to his mouth as he did so and removing the glove with his teeth, turning his head to the side to release the article on the floor. He stared directly into golden eyes, almost a challenging look as he put the tips of two fingers against Xehanort's pert lips.
“Suck.” It was a demand, an order, not a request. Xehanort narrowed his eyes, but he was already pulling the digits between his lips, rolling them about his tongue. He coated the fingers with his saliva, sucking on them fiercely and moaning lowly, giving Sephiroth a taste of what his mouth could do. Turquoise eyes darkened with lust as he stopped stroking the older man's cock, reaching up to remove his other glove before making short work of his belt buckle and pants.
“Knew your mouth had to be good for something.” The soldier smirked as he pulled out the now sufficiently coated fingers, replacing them with his lips before Xehanort could even respond to his invoking words. As his tongue made quick work of the amber man's protests, Sephiroth reached between their bodies and Xehanort's legs, seeking his hidden entrance.
He traced around the ring before pressing one saliva coated finger into the puckered hole, Xehanort groaning and thrusting forward against the soldier's muscular body. His hands rose of their own accord, one tangling among silver strands, the other grasping tightly onto a darkly clad shoulder.
Sephiroth smirked against Xehanort's lips, sliding the finger in and out of the amber man's entrance before quickly adding a second, curling the digits. A strangled gasp caught in Xehanort's throat as the other man's fingers stroked against his prostate. He unconsciously tightened his hold on Sephiroth's hair, yanking his head towards him and pressing their mouths more firmly together.
In and out, the touches were maddening. His blood was burning ablaze with lust, and he was so damn hard, he was dripping on the floor. He was done with idle games, ready to demand what Sephiroth had originally come to give.
“Dammit,” he cursed harshly against the kiss. “Fuck me already, you bastard!” His voice growled as he ground down against the invading digits that were scissoring and rubbing at his pleasure center. He felt his release like an impending flood, just waiting for the right crack in its veneer. Sephiroth was pressed so tightly against him that Xehanort's cock rubbed against his, creating delicious friction that just wasn't /enough/.
Sephiroth chuckled darkly, removing his fingers and putting both hands on Xehanort's ass, gripping them tightly and kneading the pert flesh, grinding their bodies together in the same motion.
“So eager, my pet,” he commented, sliding a finger along Xehanort's ass and sucking mightily on the scientist's neck.
“Don't call me that,” Xehanort growled, tightening his grip on Sephiroth's hair and pulling it just a little.
A silver brow rose. “And what should I call you then?” he questioned before a sudden thought hit him. He shoved Xehanort against the wall, grinding down almost painfully violent. “What was it I heard Meyd call you? That… you were… a… ah, I remember…” He smirked, putting his lips directly at the amber man's ear, whispering seductively. “Caramel dipped in white chocolate, if I recall. Shall I call you my tasty treat, then?”
Xehanort growled, thrusting up against the soldier. “Shut up, and fuck me! Or I'm leaving.”
“Can't have that now, can we?” the silver-haired man retorted before he held tightly onto Xehanort's ass, lifting him and encouraging the other man to wrap his legs around his waist. Xehanort complied, his hidden entrance poised just above Sephiroth's straining erection.
The soldier pressed the other man against the door, removing one hand to slicken himself with his precum. He returned the hand to Xehanort's ass and smirked before swiftly and without preamble, pressing inside the older man, groaning loudly as he was overcome by the gripping warm heat.
“Fuck,” Xehanort panted, nearly seizing up with the pain as he tightened his hold on Sephiroth's shoulder. But there was a measure of pleasure as well, especially when the soldier began to move, quick thrusts that slammed him against the door, causing it to creak and rattle on its hinges.
“Your vocabulary is certainly colorful.” Sephiroth groaned, though he wasn't faring too much better. He shoved into Xehanort with each movement, feeling no desire to be gentle with the older man. He could handle it. Xehanort did not need to be wooed with words of prose and slow lovemaking. Xehanort craved dominance and emotionless pleasure, everything that wouldn't distract him from his experiments.
And Sephiroth was more than willing to oblige.
“Unh… muhh… bastard!” hissed Xehanort, unable to speak with coherency at the blinding pleasure that was coursing through him. Sephiroth's strength and stamina were amazing. He was able to support Xehanort when he was easily the same size and still thrust powerfully and deeply each time.
The amber-skinned man moved down to meet each thrust, taking in the thick, throbbing flesh that was Sephiroth with each movement. He continued to thread his fingers through silver hair as one hand crept between their bodies, and he fisted himself, stroking furiously as he sought his release. Fire burned in his veins as he gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Sephiroth pumped, increasing his pace, if that was indeed possible, as he leaned forward, capturing panting lips with his own. Xehanort's cries of passion were swallowed by his mouth as he lashed at the older man with his tongue, memorizing his unique flavor and staking his claim.
The wooden door rattled so fiercely that Sephiroth was surprised that no one had come to check on the strange noise, not that he cared. Xehanort thrust downwards, tightening his warm grip on Sephiroth's cock and causing the soldier to hiss in pleasure. Xehanort's head tilted back, hitting the door with an audible thud as he cried out nonsense syllables loudly, sweat streaming from his brow. Sephiroth rolled his hips, once and then twice, breathing deeply as he drove up into Xehanort hard and deep, the fire rushing through his veins building to an unstoppable crescendo.
“I… ungh… fuck!” the older man cried, his hand stroking furiously as he spilled in release, covering both Sephiroth's abdomen and his fist with his warm seed.
Sephiroth was quick to follow, once the gripping walls convulsed around him, milking him for every last drop. He was just as vocal, though the guttural sound torn from his throat could hardly be considered anything verbal.
Both men panted slightly, Xehanort leaning back against the door and struggling to catch his breath as the soldier realized with sudden satisfaction that his lust had not yet been sated. One release, and he was still hard.
“Not bad, my tasty treat,” he uttered, voice low and husky. Golden eyes opened to stare at him, narrowing and ready for the verbal sparring that was to come.
Xehanort smirked. “Could have been better,” he commented smugly, eyes flashing with annoyance at the soldier's new nickname for him.
“Oh?” Sephiroth growled as he pulled free from the scientist in one shift of his hips, dropping his legs to the ground. “Then, I'll just have to make it better, won't I?” he asked, grabbing onto Xehanort's arm. It took only one quick glance to see that the amber-skinned man was still fully aroused as well. One built up a lot of tension in the service of Ansem the Wise… it was not surprising.
He yanked Xehanort forward into a bruising kiss as he quickly and efficiently stripped the scientist free of all clothing. The other man no longer resisted, giving into whatever he felt he needed to take. Sephiroth rather liked the control, just as much as Xehanort enjoyed giving it up to someone stronger.
Golden eyes flashed. “You talk too much,” the scientist growled as he hurriedly began to pull off the soldier's more complicated clothing, peeling away the layers of black leather and silver buckles. Though he rather enjoyed the look on the silver-haired man, he preferred them lying on the floor so that he could feast upon the paler skin. Xehanort darted forward, unable to quell his eagerness to run his tongue across Sephiroth's skin. He licked and sucked at the man's collar as Sephiroth tugged him backwards.
Both shed clothes as if they were serpents, until two nude forms had crossed the entire room, stopping as they stood in front of the palatial bed that Sephiroth always slept in alone. Greedily devouring each other's mouths, Xehanort's hands roamed across the soldier's body, kneading muscled flesh and pressing his relentlessly needy body against the other man. Sephiroth growled in lust as the older man tried to meld their bodies together in his search for pleasure.
“Mnh…” Xehanort groaned against the pale flesh. “Fuck me… Sephiroth.”
The soldier smirked through the haze of lust, threading both hands into the other man's hair and tugging on the white strands until golden eyes were looking straight into his own. He nudged him downwards. “Put that mouth of yours to good work, and I'll consider it.”
Xehanort's only response was to lick his lips seductively, causing Sephiroth's groin to tighten painfully. He made a guttural sound in his throat as he pushed down on the other man's head, forcing Xehanort to his knees. The scientist came face to face with the ivory cock, which was tinted rose as it dripped precum. He placed his hands on the soldier's hips to steady himself, while Sephiroth continued to tug on his hair. Xehanort licked his lips again before snaking his tongue out, lapping up the beaded pearl of precum and curling it into his mouth. Just a taste.
Sephiroth unconsciously thrust forward at the fleeting touch, causing Xehanort to smirk, before he was pulled towards the dripping arousal. He opened his mouth and quickly engulfed Sephiroth's cock, sliding his tongue over the hardened warm flesh. The soldier moaned and shifted his hips forward, fucking the older man's mouth with languid thrusts. Xehanort struggled to breath as the other man's large erection filled his mouth and precum slid down his throat.
Saliva dribbled down an amber chin as Xehanort worked his tongue around Sephiroth's arousal, the soldier moaning loudly. Sephiroth could feel the curling of fire in his belly again, although he would last a bit longer after having already cum once. Xehanort was certainly skilled with his tongue, the soldier gave him that much, but Sephiroth wanted more than his mouth. He grunted and gave a yank on the long, white tresses, pulling the scientist away from his cock even as Xehanort scraped his teeth carefully across the turgid flesh.
“Very good,” the soldier commented as the man rose to his feet, idly wiping at the trail of saliva on his chin.
Golden eyes narrowed. “Don't patronize me,” Xehanort shot back, raising a hand to brush some of his loose bangs out of his eyes.
Sephiroth smirked, lashing out and grabbing the amber-skinned man's hand with his own. He yanked firmly, pulling Xehanort towards him and shifting his body to the side so that the other man stumbled in the direction of the bed. A cry of surprise escaped from the scientist as his knees struck the edge of the bed, and his hands came out to catch himself as he tumbled forward. The soldier chuckled lightly to himself as his ungloved right hand gripped the amber ass and kneaded the soft flesh. He climbed up on the bed behind Xehanort, admiring the soft fall of white hair across the slim back. Meyd although flowery in his description, was completely accurate. Caramel dipped in white chocolate indeed.
He raked his nails across Xehanort's back, smirking when the scientist arched at the touch, moaning like a cheap whore. “I see nothing child-like about you at all, Xehanort,” commented Sephiroth smugly as he trailed a second finger down the crease of the other man's ass, lightly tracing the still stretched entrance. He sank the finger in to its knuckle, cum from earlier easing the way. He curled the digit about to watch the man toss his head and press back against the touch, desperate for more.
Xehanort panted, even as he flushed with irritation, keening noises issuing from his throat at each swipe of Sephiroth's thumb over his prostate. The bed dipped behind him, and the probing finger disappeared.
“Don't move,” ordered the soldier. Xehanort looked over his shoulder to find the nude Sephiroth casually walking across the room to his bureau and digging about in the middle drawer. Though he was annoyed, he admired the view, all soft lines and hard muscle. That was the soldier. With his pale skin and long silver hair, he had often been called a god by some of the maids. Xehanort was inclined to agree as the younger man was certainly stunning.
A few moments later, the soldier was returning to the bed, cock proudly jutting before him and a bottle of oil in his hand, something that would have been useful earlier. The scientist's heart pounded in anticipation, his own throbbing erection jumping slightly as arousal flooded through him.
Sephiroth chuckled as he swept a lust-filled gaze over the amber-skinned man, taking note of the slightly submissive position and the way his ass was presented to him. The bed dipped again as he climbed back on top, laughing slightly as golden eyes glared at him from over Xehanort's shoulder.
“You obeyed so well,” he taunted unable to resist the jibe as he draped his form across Xehanort's back, teeth and lips enclosing about the shell of an exposed ear. “You have the makings of a fine soldier.” He ground his erection against the other man's ass, sliding his aching arousal along Xehanort's cleft and teasing with each rub over his entrance.
Xehanort growled. “Dammit, Sephiroth. Knock off the bullshit!”
The soldier chuckled. “You beg so well,” he commented, biting without care on the older man's shoulder before pulling back, uncapping the oil one-handed as he did so.
“I do not beg,” came the cold reply. Xehanort angrily kneaded the covers with his finger before growling and making moves to turn over into a more dignified position. But the solider grabbed his hip one-handed at the first sign of movement.
“I said, don't move,” Sephiroth warned as he slicked up his aching arousal with the unscented oil. He preferred it that way, no annoying scents clogging up his enhanced senses. He casually tossed the bottle aside and grabbed Xehanort's other hip, holding him in place.
“Then get on with it!” Xehanort argued. His hands were tiring from the exhaustive position, and his arousal was reaching painful heights. But he wouldn't deny that he was enjoying every minute of it either. Though he lived through his research, a good fuck now and then certainly did much to stimulate the thought process.
Sephiroth chuckled. “As you wish.”
Without further preamble, he yanked the scientist towards him, pressing his slickened cock into the waiting entrance in one easy move. Xehanort moaned and panted but shifted backwards to meet the intrusion, muscles clenching reflexively around the thick shaft. The white-haired man threw his head back as Sephiroth pumped his hips quickly, groaning as the tight heat wrapped around him like a glove.
Sephiroth pulled back a little, allowing himself greater movement and thrusting as he released one side of Xehanort's hips and grabbed onto the long, white hair that had captivated his attention. He wrapped the ends of the long strands around his fingers, and every time he shifted his hips forward, he would give a pull on the hair, snapping Xehanort's head backwards. Instead of crying out in pain, the scientist merely made a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a grunt, fingers scraping madly at the soft coverlet beneath him, fabric so soft it was almost like water. Sephiroth was such a lucky bastard.
“Harder! Uhn… mgh…” Xehanort growled out, pushing back against every thrust. The only sounds he could seem to form were “harder”, “faster”, and nonsense syllables that seemed to be a string of moans.
Sephiroth panted, already feeling the sweat trickling down his back and causing his hair to stick to his skin. The scientist was an awfully demanding little bastard.
“Shut up,” he muttered, though it was without any real anger or irritation. He gave another yank of the white strands to show he meant business. However, Xehanort just moaned and clamped down on his cock, causing Sephiroth to moan aloud as well.
“Faster,” uttered the other man as he arched his back, trying to balance on one hand to give himself the desired friction.
Sephiroth narrowed his eyes and pulled on Xehanort, shifting their positions in quick move so that the scientist sat atop his kneeling form, still rocking madly on his cock. The soldier snaked a hand around Xehanort's body and gripped his needy arousal, stroking him quickly as he thrust upwards into the willing body. The amber-skinned man writhed and moaned as he ground down against the erection, his body streaked with sweat as well.
Caramel and cream rubbed together, the sound of flesh slapping flesh and lust-filled moans filling the air as both men sought their release, climbing to higher and higher pinnacles of arousal. Sephiroth ran his tongue across the back of Xehanort's shoulder, scraping his teeth along the flesh and increasing his grip on the other man's cock. He growled lustfully, driving up into Xehanort.
The older man gasped and shuddered, succumbing to the inevitable as he spilled himself into Sephiroth's hand. A sting of nonsense epithets issued from Xehanort's mouth as he clutched at the covers on either side of their sweating bodies.
The amber-skinned man's orgasm was all it took to send the soldier over the edge. Sephiroth tightened on Xehanort's hip, pulling the man down onto his cock as he came, spilling himself deep into the clenching tunnel. He couldn't help the shout that poured from his lips and bit down on the flesh, drawing blood into his own mouth.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, Xehanort slumped to the side as Sephiroth rudely pushed him away and fell to the bed next to him, pulling out quickly and not without some stinging. The older man winced but didn't say anything, swiping some hair away from his face where it had started to cling to the sweat from his brow.
After a moment of breathing, the two men laid awkwardly on the bed. Sephiroth sighed irritably and sat up, casually flicking his hair over his shoulder. His gaze darted towards the clock as he frowned, realizing he had less than twenty minutes before he was supposed to meet with Ansem. And a shower would be necessary before then.
He narrowed his crystalline gaze and prodded at Xehanort with a finger, poking him in the shoulder. “Leave,” he ordered simply, containing a snicker when golden eyes peered at him, clearly annoyed.
“You're the one that requested my presence,” the scientist returned.
Sephiroth merely inclined his head, already heading for the adjoining private bathroom.
“And now, I'm demanding that you get out. Don't you have work to do?” He smirked then. “More failures to add to your already miserable record?”
Xehanort snorted, his mind still in somewhat of a lusty fog. He was unable to come up with a suitable cutting remark so he just held his tongue, lest he end up sounding like a fool. The silver-haired man disappeared into the bathroom, effectively ending their conversation and prompting the scientist to rise from his reclining position. He slid off the bed to the floor.
He winced slightly at the pain in his ass. He would be walking oddly for at least a day, but it was worth the hindrance. Even would look at him oddly, and Meyd would make some sort of hentai remark, he was sure. They were easily enough ignored. Meyd was an idiot, and Even was simply too perceptive for his own good.
Xehanort shuffled about the room, hearing the sound of the shower start up as he searched for his discarded garments. He frowned at the wrinkles… and the unfortunate stains on the corners of his lab coat. It would have to be held over his arm rather than worn.
As he dressed, he couldn't help but smirk. Sephiroth was certainly an entertaining diversion but nothing else. Xehanort had more important affairs to present his entire concentration on than any sort of relationship, not that he cared at all for the soldier. Release, pure and simple, drove him to say yes to Sephiroth, and the fact that he knew the silver-haired “god” could give him what he needed.
He was certain there would be more encounters with Sephiroth from time to time, when both men needed that extra diversion. But for now, it was time he returned to his research of the heart. His earlier failure was only a minor setback.
And somehow in the course of his lustful liaison with the soldier, he had an epiphany. He was itching to test out this new hypothesis.
That thought firmly entrenched, Xehanort finished dressing and peered warily out into the hall before heading down to the labs. Along the way he passed several people but paid them no mind. He was good at that, ignoring those around him.
And as he passed the library, Xehanort pretended he couldn't see Ansem the Wise curiously watching his gait either.
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A/N: Even and Meyd are Vexen and Demyx, respectively. I'm not sure who Demyx was before he became a nobody, but I'm using artistic license here. After all, Roxas' name was derived from Sora with the added X. Which is also true for Vexen, Xigbar (Braig), Lexeaus (Elaeus), Ansem (Xemnas) etc. I just used that in order to create their names.
That was… fun! I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave a comment on my first attempt at a PWP! I'm always happy to hear encouragement.
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A book sailed through the air, crashing against the wall and falling to the ground with a distinct thud. The pages were face down and sprawled about as if in complete surrender. Quickly, another tome flew as well, landing directly on top of the prior. It was followed by a candlestick, a sheaf of notes, which fluttered like lonesome doves, and a boot, the last being quickly retrieved and shoved back onto the owner's foot.
Xehanort was angry, furious even. And with great reason.
Another damn failure. Was he doomed to never know his past, to never remember anything? He was certain that the key lay in the heart, but every experiment had failed, leaving him yet again understanding nothing.
This last time he had been sure he would succeed. He had studied the heart up and down, back and forwards, delving into the confusing labyrinth of emotion and science with vigorous determination. He had read books, asked questions, hypothesized into all hours of the night to come with the perfect theory and test it.
Only it had failed. Again.
Xehanort cursed violently, hands clenched at his sides as he stood near to a table within the library at Radiant Garden. It was littered with countless papers of notes and experiments, books on matters of the heart, and the light and darkness within.
“Why did it fail?” he demanded to no one in particular, suddenly taking to pacing back and forth, occasionally glaring at the offensive stack of now useless information. “Everything was perfect; the plan was without flaw. The heart is darkness; in the darkness are my memories. Therefore, the memories are in the heart. It's so simple!” He snarled, unable to stop himself from kicking at a chair, and then wincing when his foot stung.
“Dammit!” he uttered lowly, glaring heatedly at the offensive piece of furniture. “Is everything in my life doomed to failure?” he exposited rhetorically, his eyes raised to the ceiling in irritation.
In one last bout of fury, though much of it had drained from him, he swept his arm across the papers on the table, shoving them all to the floor in a big heap. He had made a mess and was acting completely out of character, but the destruction was easing his pain somewhat, clearing his head and allowing his failure to work through his system.
Until an amused chuckle from the doorway caused his head to snap up in surprise, eyes narrowing on the arrogant and rude culprit.
“What a startling display of immaturity, Xehanort. I do think it suits you.”
To no surprise, he found Sephiroth, Ansem's ward standing there. The smug silver-haired bastard was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest. He was seemingly unaffected by the scathing glare that Xehanort sent his way.
“What do you want?” the amber-skinned man snarled, hands still clenched into fists at his side. There was something about Sephiroth that always raised his ire, both of anger and lust. Just the sight of him made Xehanort instantly recall skin slick with sweat, the smell of sex, and more pleasure than he was used to… all from one night.
The younger man smirked, turquoise eyes amused as he regarded Xehanort coolly. “I see you have failed… yet again,” Sephiroth taunted as he waved a hand of dismissal at other man. “Shall I chalk it up to your intelligence or just the drivel that you are attempting to pass off as research?”
Golden eyes narrowed in irritation. “You are a soldier. What do you know of science?” he demanded bitterly, squaring his shoulders. “You think with your muscles, with a sword that you wave about in an attempt at boorish negotiation. There's no class, no intelligence in being a soldier. It is simply for those who have no other path.”
“I don't need to know anything of science, to know that every thing you do fails,” the younger man taunted, with a "tsk tsk" expression. “Truthfully, Xehanort, you would do far better if you gave up now and chased after worthier ventures, something more suited to your intellect.” He paused before another smirk graced his features. “I do believe that Meyd is looking for an assistant. He needs someone to help sort his sheet music and pick up his dry cleaning, if I recall.”
Xehanort snorted. “That blubbering idiot?” he demanded with a raised brow. “I'd be more encouraged to continue studying under that royal fool.” Meyd was another of Ansem's wards, an aspiring musician with a habit of taking nothing seriously and always joking around. The child was very aggravating and grated on his nerves.
Sephiroth's smirk faltered. “Do not mock those that are far greater than you can ever hope to be, else you will learn what it means to be at the end of my Masamune.” His turquoise gaze was relentless, staring down the scientist, as if he were the enemy needing to be destroyed.
But Xehanort was unafraid, pleased that he had exploited the younger man's one weakness. He laced his words with ice, narrowing golden eyes in anger. “It was his so-called genius that he ran from… the coward,” he hissed tauntingly.
“You know nothing,” Sephiroth responded harshly. “And those who know nothing can understand nothing!”
It was the scientists' turn to sneer. “Borrowing words from dear Ansem are you?” he questioned, saying the wise king's name with a scoff. “I am so pleased that you could tear yourself from beneath him, just to deliver that statement.”
Blue-green eyes narrowed for just a moment, anger clearly evident, until he realized that Xehanort was just baiting him, as always. This was how it had begun the last time, and it was shaping up to turn out much the same, just as Sephiroth had originally intended. The soldier simpered.
“Tsk, tsk, Xehanort,” he intoned with a shake of his head. “Jealousy does not become men of our fare.”
The other man snorted, turning away from Sephiroth in clear dismissal and staring at the mess he had created. “Hardly,” he denied, wondering if he should bother to clean up or just leave it for the servants. However, those idiots might throw away some document of importance. It was best if he did such things himself. With that in mind, Xehanort idly began to pick up the books and papers, pretending the dark-clad man was no longer standing in the doorway.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sephiroth enter the library, strolling with a haughty air like he owned the place. He could feel the burning gaze on him, and he felt like he was being undressed by that look, standing bare before him.
“Come on, Norty,” Sephiroth teased, lowering his voice in a husky, seductive tone and using Meyd's affectionate nickname for Xehanort. He walked directly up to the amber-skinned man, standing in his path. “If I didn't know better, I would say that you didn't desire me right now,” he commented, words coating over Xehanort's skin like smooth silk, the sheer sound of his voice enough to make shivers travel up the scientist's spine.
Still, Xehanort refused to give in so quickly, no matter how much his body craved the younger man's touch. It was ironic how he both wanted to and did not want to be fucked by Sephiroth, feel that burning heat spreading through him and that thick cock sliding into him… dammit. Now, he was getting aroused.
Nevertheless, he responded bitingly, unwilling to rescind his pride so quickly. He would not beg nor would he demand. Above all else, he was a man devoted to science, to the study of the elusive heart. He had far more important things to attend to than responding to his more base urges.
“I don't do leftovers,” he replied scathingly, a smile of triumph overtaking him inwardly.
However, Sephiroth was not to be driven away so easy. Xehanort only noticed turquoise eyes narrow in irritation before the front of his robes and scarf were grabbed, and he was yanked forward. His lips seemed to gravitate of their own accord to Sephiroth's as the younger man demanded entrance with his tongue, continuing to hold him by his robes.
It was just a kiss, Xehanort reminded himself. It was not surrender. So he returned the gesture, eagerly sliding his tongue against Sephiroth's and nibbling lightly on his lower lip. It was only the need for breath that caused him to pull away slightly, giving them both breathing room though their lips were mere inches apart.
“I will have you tonight,” Sephiroth stated lowly before Xehanort could even speak. His warm breath ghosted across the other man's lips. “I did not seek you out for idle pleasantries, though your witty banter was much inspiring.”
Xehanort frowned, giving the younger man an icy glare though the feel of Sephiroth pressed against him caused his breath to quicken and his blood to warm heatedly. His cock began to fill slowly at the prospect of the silver-haired male driving into him repeatedly, fucking him until he screamed. Sephiroth's forceful words and actions were very seductive, plying along well with his small submissive streak buried deep beneath his dominant nature.
“But not here of course,” Sephiroth continued, his lips brushing against Xehanort's with every word. “Anyone could walk in, and I'll not have my reputation tarnished, though I could care less about yours.”
Indignation ran through him, and he bristled with irritation. “I'm not your damn toy!” he hissed angrily, trying to break away from Sephiroth's grip. Mutual pleasure was one thing, but he wasn't going to allow the soldier to pretend the only interest was on his side.
Sephiroth raised one elegant silver brow. “On the contrary,” he returned as he tightened his grip and slid his tongue lightly over Xehanort's lips. “We both know full well who had and still has the control in this… liaison. Now come.” He abruptly released the amber man and turned on his heels, fully expecting Xehanort to follow him. His long, silver hair swung over his body, enticing the other man with glimpses of a leather-covered ass.
Golden eyes narrowed as Xehanort straightened his robe and stood his ground, determined to not give in to Sephiroth's demands. Though his libido was certainly telling him to fuck his pride and seek his pleasure, his self-respect was claiming that of all people, the last he needed was Sephiroth, a soldier at that. Or perhaps a man like the soldier was what he needed after all. Maybe he needed someone with no strings attached, capable of making him scream… forget all of his failures, and maybe bring inspiration to his experiments.
With that in mind, Xehanort squared his shoulders and slowly followed after the silver-haired man, going the short distance to Sephiroth's quarters. He had made this decision on his own, he told himself. It had nothing to do with the way Sephiroth had demanded his presence or the secret thrill that flooded him. He tried to quell the rising anticipation, not wanting Sephiroth to see his eagerness.
It was ironic, the type of chaotic relationship he had with the soldier boy… man. He had disliked Sephiroth from the moment he first met him, long ago. The silver-haired male was arrogant and sharply intelligent, as well as able to see beyond any walls that Xehanort had built. Not to mention that the soldier was the only one who could make him lose his cool.
That one night they had stumbled into bed together, caused by circumstance and gross amounts of alcohol before getting into a furious verbal sparring, was passionate and volatile but ultimately full of pleasure. Enough so that he was often left spinning in lustful thoughts. He had no illusions. There were no feelings in his heart for Sephiroth. Just pure unadulterated lust.
And although he was certain he could control his baser urges. Why bother when the opportunity had come to /him/? That thought alone had him smirking, despite the fact that the thoughts were inward.
Ahead of him, Sephiroth pulled a small silver key out of his pocket, unlocking the door to his room before gesturing grandly with one arm, motioning for Xehanort to precede him. He cast the younger man a wary look before stepping inside, stopping a few feet within the doorway as his gaze traveled over Sephiroth's living quarters. As Ansem's ward, the soldier got more perks than anyone else. His room was /large/, nearly palatial, and extravagantly decorated in fancy ebony metals and draping fabrics of silver, white, and sable.
A hand grabbed the back of his lab coat before he could utter a word and pulled him backwards. He backpedaled rapidly, his back connecting with the door as Sephiroth pressed him up against it and shoved their lips together, demanding entrance with forceful strokes of his tongue and rubbing their clothed bodies together. He couldn't help the small cry of pleasure that sounded in his throat as he allowed the soldier to lay siege to his mouth, plundering the wet cavern with a fierce abandon.
One hand continued to press against Xehanort's shoulder, pinning him to the door as the other leather-gloved hand tugged at his lab coat, unzipping it and pushing the white fabric aside. Sephiroth wasted no time in delving between the open coat, fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants and his hand sliding beneath the coverings, wrapping around the older man's already hard cock.
Xehanort moaned against Sephiroth's mouth as the warm leather wrapped around his arousal, stroking him firmly. His knees buckled, and he leaned against the door, pulling the soldier more tightly against his body. Sephiroth chuckled as he broke away from the kiss, leading a trail of biting kisses down Xehanort's jaw and neck, dipping into the hollow of his collarbone.
“You're being unusually compliant,” he commented, ceasing in holding Xehanort so that he could begin pushing down the older man's pants. The scientist aided him by kicking off his boots and tilting his head backwards, giving Sephiroth more access to his throat.
His attempt at a glare quickly unfroze under the man's relentless seductive advances. He moaned thickly as he was laid bare from the waist down, Sephiroth continuing to stroke his cock firmly, already releasing copious amounts of precum.
“S-shut up,” he responded, though he had already grabbed onto the soldier's shoulder, encouraging him to continue.
Sephiroth pressed Xehanort up against the door, bringing up one leather-clad finger to his mouth as he did so and removing the glove with his teeth, turning his head to the side to release the article on the floor. He stared directly into golden eyes, almost a challenging look as he put the tips of two fingers against Xehanort's pert lips.
“Suck.” It was a demand, an order, not a request. Xehanort narrowed his eyes, but he was already pulling the digits between his lips, rolling them about his tongue. He coated the fingers with his saliva, sucking on them fiercely and moaning lowly, giving Sephiroth a taste of what his mouth could do. Turquoise eyes darkened with lust as he stopped stroking the older man's cock, reaching up to remove his other glove before making short work of his belt buckle and pants.
“Knew your mouth had to be good for something.” The soldier smirked as he pulled out the now sufficiently coated fingers, replacing them with his lips before Xehanort could even respond to his invoking words. As his tongue made quick work of the amber man's protests, Sephiroth reached between their bodies and Xehanort's legs, seeking his hidden entrance.
He traced around the ring before pressing one saliva coated finger into the puckered hole, Xehanort groaning and thrusting forward against the soldier's muscular body. His hands rose of their own accord, one tangling among silver strands, the other grasping tightly onto a darkly clad shoulder.
Sephiroth smirked against Xehanort's lips, sliding the finger in and out of the amber man's entrance before quickly adding a second, curling the digits. A strangled gasp caught in Xehanort's throat as the other man's fingers stroked against his prostate. He unconsciously tightened his hold on Sephiroth's hair, yanking his head towards him and pressing their mouths more firmly together.
In and out, the touches were maddening. His blood was burning ablaze with lust, and he was so damn hard, he was dripping on the floor. He was done with idle games, ready to demand what Sephiroth had originally come to give.
“Dammit,” he cursed harshly against the kiss. “Fuck me already, you bastard!” His voice growled as he ground down against the invading digits that were scissoring and rubbing at his pleasure center. He felt his release like an impending flood, just waiting for the right crack in its veneer. Sephiroth was pressed so tightly against him that Xehanort's cock rubbed against his, creating delicious friction that just wasn't /enough/.
Sephiroth chuckled darkly, removing his fingers and putting both hands on Xehanort's ass, gripping them tightly and kneading the pert flesh, grinding their bodies together in the same motion.
“So eager, my pet,” he commented, sliding a finger along Xehanort's ass and sucking mightily on the scientist's neck.
“Don't call me that,” Xehanort growled, tightening his grip on Sephiroth's hair and pulling it just a little.
A silver brow rose. “And what should I call you then?” he questioned before a sudden thought hit him. He shoved Xehanort against the wall, grinding down almost painfully violent. “What was it I heard Meyd call you? That… you were… a… ah, I remember…” He smirked, putting his lips directly at the amber man's ear, whispering seductively. “Caramel dipped in white chocolate, if I recall. Shall I call you my tasty treat, then?”
Xehanort growled, thrusting up against the soldier. “Shut up, and fuck me! Or I'm leaving.”
“Can't have that now, can we?” the silver-haired man retorted before he held tightly onto Xehanort's ass, lifting him and encouraging the other man to wrap his legs around his waist. Xehanort complied, his hidden entrance poised just above Sephiroth's straining erection.
The soldier pressed the other man against the door, removing one hand to slicken himself with his precum. He returned the hand to Xehanort's ass and smirked before swiftly and without preamble, pressing inside the older man, groaning loudly as he was overcome by the gripping warm heat.
“Fuck,” Xehanort panted, nearly seizing up with the pain as he tightened his hold on Sephiroth's shoulder. But there was a measure of pleasure as well, especially when the soldier began to move, quick thrusts that slammed him against the door, causing it to creak and rattle on its hinges.
“Your vocabulary is certainly colorful.” Sephiroth groaned, though he wasn't faring too much better. He shoved into Xehanort with each movement, feeling no desire to be gentle with the older man. He could handle it. Xehanort did not need to be wooed with words of prose and slow lovemaking. Xehanort craved dominance and emotionless pleasure, everything that wouldn't distract him from his experiments.
And Sephiroth was more than willing to oblige.
“Unh… muhh… bastard!” hissed Xehanort, unable to speak with coherency at the blinding pleasure that was coursing through him. Sephiroth's strength and stamina were amazing. He was able to support Xehanort when he was easily the same size and still thrust powerfully and deeply each time.
The amber-skinned man moved down to meet each thrust, taking in the thick, throbbing flesh that was Sephiroth with each movement. He continued to thread his fingers through silver hair as one hand crept between their bodies, and he fisted himself, stroking furiously as he sought his release. Fire burned in his veins as he gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Sephiroth pumped, increasing his pace, if that was indeed possible, as he leaned forward, capturing panting lips with his own. Xehanort's cries of passion were swallowed by his mouth as he lashed at the older man with his tongue, memorizing his unique flavor and staking his claim.
The wooden door rattled so fiercely that Sephiroth was surprised that no one had come to check on the strange noise, not that he cared. Xehanort thrust downwards, tightening his warm grip on Sephiroth's cock and causing the soldier to hiss in pleasure. Xehanort's head tilted back, hitting the door with an audible thud as he cried out nonsense syllables loudly, sweat streaming from his brow. Sephiroth rolled his hips, once and then twice, breathing deeply as he drove up into Xehanort hard and deep, the fire rushing through his veins building to an unstoppable crescendo.
“I… ungh… fuck!” the older man cried, his hand stroking furiously as he spilled in release, covering both Sephiroth's abdomen and his fist with his warm seed.
Sephiroth was quick to follow, once the gripping walls convulsed around him, milking him for every last drop. He was just as vocal, though the guttural sound torn from his throat could hardly be considered anything verbal.
Both men panted slightly, Xehanort leaning back against the door and struggling to catch his breath as the soldier realized with sudden satisfaction that his lust had not yet been sated. One release, and he was still hard.
“Not bad, my tasty treat,” he uttered, voice low and husky. Golden eyes opened to stare at him, narrowing and ready for the verbal sparring that was to come.
Xehanort smirked. “Could have been better,” he commented smugly, eyes flashing with annoyance at the soldier's new nickname for him.
“Oh?” Sephiroth growled as he pulled free from the scientist in one shift of his hips, dropping his legs to the ground. “Then, I'll just have to make it better, won't I?” he asked, grabbing onto Xehanort's arm. It took only one quick glance to see that the amber-skinned man was still fully aroused as well. One built up a lot of tension in the service of Ansem the Wise… it was not surprising.
He yanked Xehanort forward into a bruising kiss as he quickly and efficiently stripped the scientist free of all clothing. The other man no longer resisted, giving into whatever he felt he needed to take. Sephiroth rather liked the control, just as much as Xehanort enjoyed giving it up to someone stronger.
Golden eyes flashed. “You talk too much,” the scientist growled as he hurriedly began to pull off the soldier's more complicated clothing, peeling away the layers of black leather and silver buckles. Though he rather enjoyed the look on the silver-haired man, he preferred them lying on the floor so that he could feast upon the paler skin. Xehanort darted forward, unable to quell his eagerness to run his tongue across Sephiroth's skin. He licked and sucked at the man's collar as Sephiroth tugged him backwards.
Both shed clothes as if they were serpents, until two nude forms had crossed the entire room, stopping as they stood in front of the palatial bed that Sephiroth always slept in alone. Greedily devouring each other's mouths, Xehanort's hands roamed across the soldier's body, kneading muscled flesh and pressing his relentlessly needy body against the other man. Sephiroth growled in lust as the older man tried to meld their bodies together in his search for pleasure.
“Mnh…” Xehanort groaned against the pale flesh. “Fuck me… Sephiroth.”
The soldier smirked through the haze of lust, threading both hands into the other man's hair and tugging on the white strands until golden eyes were looking straight into his own. He nudged him downwards. “Put that mouth of yours to good work, and I'll consider it.”
Xehanort's only response was to lick his lips seductively, causing Sephiroth's groin to tighten painfully. He made a guttural sound in his throat as he pushed down on the other man's head, forcing Xehanort to his knees. The scientist came face to face with the ivory cock, which was tinted rose as it dripped precum. He placed his hands on the soldier's hips to steady himself, while Sephiroth continued to tug on his hair. Xehanort licked his lips again before snaking his tongue out, lapping up the beaded pearl of precum and curling it into his mouth. Just a taste.
Sephiroth unconsciously thrust forward at the fleeting touch, causing Xehanort to smirk, before he was pulled towards the dripping arousal. He opened his mouth and quickly engulfed Sephiroth's cock, sliding his tongue over the hardened warm flesh. The soldier moaned and shifted his hips forward, fucking the older man's mouth with languid thrusts. Xehanort struggled to breath as the other man's large erection filled his mouth and precum slid down his throat.
Saliva dribbled down an amber chin as Xehanort worked his tongue around Sephiroth's arousal, the soldier moaning loudly. Sephiroth could feel the curling of fire in his belly again, although he would last a bit longer after having already cum once. Xehanort was certainly skilled with his tongue, the soldier gave him that much, but Sephiroth wanted more than his mouth. He grunted and gave a yank on the long, white tresses, pulling the scientist away from his cock even as Xehanort scraped his teeth carefully across the turgid flesh.
“Very good,” the soldier commented as the man rose to his feet, idly wiping at the trail of saliva on his chin.
Golden eyes narrowed. “Don't patronize me,” Xehanort shot back, raising a hand to brush some of his loose bangs out of his eyes.
Sephiroth smirked, lashing out and grabbing the amber-skinned man's hand with his own. He yanked firmly, pulling Xehanort towards him and shifting his body to the side so that the other man stumbled in the direction of the bed. A cry of surprise escaped from the scientist as his knees struck the edge of the bed, and his hands came out to catch himself as he tumbled forward. The soldier chuckled lightly to himself as his ungloved right hand gripped the amber ass and kneaded the soft flesh. He climbed up on the bed behind Xehanort, admiring the soft fall of white hair across the slim back. Meyd although flowery in his description, was completely accurate. Caramel dipped in white chocolate indeed.
He raked his nails across Xehanort's back, smirking when the scientist arched at the touch, moaning like a cheap whore. “I see nothing child-like about you at all, Xehanort,” commented Sephiroth smugly as he trailed a second finger down the crease of the other man's ass, lightly tracing the still stretched entrance. He sank the finger in to its knuckle, cum from earlier easing the way. He curled the digit about to watch the man toss his head and press back against the touch, desperate for more.
Xehanort panted, even as he flushed with irritation, keening noises issuing from his throat at each swipe of Sephiroth's thumb over his prostate. The bed dipped behind him, and the probing finger disappeared.
“Don't move,” ordered the soldier. Xehanort looked over his shoulder to find the nude Sephiroth casually walking across the room to his bureau and digging about in the middle drawer. Though he was annoyed, he admired the view, all soft lines and hard muscle. That was the soldier. With his pale skin and long silver hair, he had often been called a god by some of the maids. Xehanort was inclined to agree as the younger man was certainly stunning.
A few moments later, the soldier was returning to the bed, cock proudly jutting before him and a bottle of oil in his hand, something that would have been useful earlier. The scientist's heart pounded in anticipation, his own throbbing erection jumping slightly as arousal flooded through him.
Sephiroth chuckled as he swept a lust-filled gaze over the amber-skinned man, taking note of the slightly submissive position and the way his ass was presented to him. The bed dipped again as he climbed back on top, laughing slightly as golden eyes glared at him from over Xehanort's shoulder.
“You obeyed so well,” he taunted unable to resist the jibe as he draped his form across Xehanort's back, teeth and lips enclosing about the shell of an exposed ear. “You have the makings of a fine soldier.” He ground his erection against the other man's ass, sliding his aching arousal along Xehanort's cleft and teasing with each rub over his entrance.
Xehanort growled. “Dammit, Sephiroth. Knock off the bullshit!”
The soldier chuckled. “You beg so well,” he commented, biting without care on the older man's shoulder before pulling back, uncapping the oil one-handed as he did so.
“I do not beg,” came the cold reply. Xehanort angrily kneaded the covers with his finger before growling and making moves to turn over into a more dignified position. But the solider grabbed his hip one-handed at the first sign of movement.
“I said, don't move,” Sephiroth warned as he slicked up his aching arousal with the unscented oil. He preferred it that way, no annoying scents clogging up his enhanced senses. He casually tossed the bottle aside and grabbed Xehanort's other hip, holding him in place.
“Then get on with it!” Xehanort argued. His hands were tiring from the exhaustive position, and his arousal was reaching painful heights. But he wouldn't deny that he was enjoying every minute of it either. Though he lived through his research, a good fuck now and then certainly did much to stimulate the thought process.
Sephiroth chuckled. “As you wish.”
Without further preamble, he yanked the scientist towards him, pressing his slickened cock into the waiting entrance in one easy move. Xehanort moaned and panted but shifted backwards to meet the intrusion, muscles clenching reflexively around the thick shaft. The white-haired man threw his head back as Sephiroth pumped his hips quickly, groaning as the tight heat wrapped around him like a glove.
Sephiroth pulled back a little, allowing himself greater movement and thrusting as he released one side of Xehanort's hips and grabbed onto the long, white hair that had captivated his attention. He wrapped the ends of the long strands around his fingers, and every time he shifted his hips forward, he would give a pull on the hair, snapping Xehanort's head backwards. Instead of crying out in pain, the scientist merely made a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a grunt, fingers scraping madly at the soft coverlet beneath him, fabric so soft it was almost like water. Sephiroth was such a lucky bastard.
“Harder! Uhn… mgh…” Xehanort growled out, pushing back against every thrust. The only sounds he could seem to form were “harder”, “faster”, and nonsense syllables that seemed to be a string of moans.
Sephiroth panted, already feeling the sweat trickling down his back and causing his hair to stick to his skin. The scientist was an awfully demanding little bastard.
“Shut up,” he muttered, though it was without any real anger or irritation. He gave another yank of the white strands to show he meant business. However, Xehanort just moaned and clamped down on his cock, causing Sephiroth to moan aloud as well.
“Faster,” uttered the other man as he arched his back, trying to balance on one hand to give himself the desired friction.
Sephiroth narrowed his eyes and pulled on Xehanort, shifting their positions in quick move so that the scientist sat atop his kneeling form, still rocking madly on his cock. The soldier snaked a hand around Xehanort's body and gripped his needy arousal, stroking him quickly as he thrust upwards into the willing body. The amber-skinned man writhed and moaned as he ground down against the erection, his body streaked with sweat as well.
Caramel and cream rubbed together, the sound of flesh slapping flesh and lust-filled moans filling the air as both men sought their release, climbing to higher and higher pinnacles of arousal. Sephiroth ran his tongue across the back of Xehanort's shoulder, scraping his teeth along the flesh and increasing his grip on the other man's cock. He growled lustfully, driving up into Xehanort.
The older man gasped and shuddered, succumbing to the inevitable as he spilled himself into Sephiroth's hand. A sting of nonsense epithets issued from Xehanort's mouth as he clutched at the covers on either side of their sweating bodies.
The amber-skinned man's orgasm was all it took to send the soldier over the edge. Sephiroth tightened on Xehanort's hip, pulling the man down onto his cock as he came, spilling himself deep into the clenching tunnel. He couldn't help the shout that poured from his lips and bit down on the flesh, drawing blood into his own mouth.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, Xehanort slumped to the side as Sephiroth rudely pushed him away and fell to the bed next to him, pulling out quickly and not without some stinging. The older man winced but didn't say anything, swiping some hair away from his face where it had started to cling to the sweat from his brow.
After a moment of breathing, the two men laid awkwardly on the bed. Sephiroth sighed irritably and sat up, casually flicking his hair over his shoulder. His gaze darted towards the clock as he frowned, realizing he had less than twenty minutes before he was supposed to meet with Ansem. And a shower would be necessary before then.
He narrowed his crystalline gaze and prodded at Xehanort with a finger, poking him in the shoulder. “Leave,” he ordered simply, containing a snicker when golden eyes peered at him, clearly annoyed.
“You're the one that requested my presence,” the scientist returned.
Sephiroth merely inclined his head, already heading for the adjoining private bathroom.
“And now, I'm demanding that you get out. Don't you have work to do?” He smirked then. “More failures to add to your already miserable record?”
Xehanort snorted, his mind still in somewhat of a lusty fog. He was unable to come up with a suitable cutting remark so he just held his tongue, lest he end up sounding like a fool. The silver-haired man disappeared into the bathroom, effectively ending their conversation and prompting the scientist to rise from his reclining position. He slid off the bed to the floor.
He winced slightly at the pain in his ass. He would be walking oddly for at least a day, but it was worth the hindrance. Even would look at him oddly, and Meyd would make some sort of hentai remark, he was sure. They were easily enough ignored. Meyd was an idiot, and Even was simply too perceptive for his own good.
Xehanort shuffled about the room, hearing the sound of the shower start up as he searched for his discarded garments. He frowned at the wrinkles… and the unfortunate stains on the corners of his lab coat. It would have to be held over his arm rather than worn.
As he dressed, he couldn't help but smirk. Sephiroth was certainly an entertaining diversion but nothing else. Xehanort had more important affairs to present his entire concentration on than any sort of relationship, not that he cared at all for the soldier. Release, pure and simple, drove him to say yes to Sephiroth, and the fact that he knew the silver-haired “god” could give him what he needed.
He was certain there would be more encounters with Sephiroth from time to time, when both men needed that extra diversion. But for now, it was time he returned to his research of the heart. His earlier failure was only a minor setback.
And somehow in the course of his lustful liaison with the soldier, he had an epiphany. He was itching to test out this new hypothesis.
That thought firmly entrenched, Xehanort finished dressing and peered warily out into the hall before heading down to the labs. Along the way he passed several people but paid them no mind. He was good at that, ignoring those around him.
And as he passed the library, Xehanort pretended he couldn't see Ansem the Wise curiously watching his gait either.
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A/N: Even and Meyd are Vexen and Demyx, respectively. I'm not sure who Demyx was before he became a nobody, but I'm using artistic license here. After all, Roxas' name was derived from Sora with the added X. Which is also true for Vexen, Xigbar (Braig), Lexeaus (Elaeus), Ansem (Xemnas) etc. I just used that in order to create their names.
That was… fun! I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave a comment on my first attempt at a PWP! I'm always happy to hear encouragement.