Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Gambling Series ❯ Spin the What? ( Chapter 3 )

AN: Square Enix owns the characters, I just play with them

 

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“This is the whath time you asked us?” Axel asked, bored that Zexion even bothered to repeat himself.

 

“Third,” Roxas said absently as he scrutinized the information in a magazine he was reading. Zexion rolled his dark blue eyes, arms crossed. He'd given up his formal Organization attire to sporting a pair of baggy faded blue jeans and a form-fitting black T-shirt. His usual array of bracelets adorned his left wrist, a watch attached to his right along with a too-long necklace bearing a metallic cross, wrapped several times to fit his wrist and hanging with a dull glint from the overhead light.

 

“Well I'm sure he expects you to come ASAP. I don't care to reiterate his choice words pertaining to his threats.” With that he stepped into a portal to darkness. Silence permeated the room for a long moment as Axel continued the observation of his nails through his gloves, glancing at Roxas every now and then.

 

After feeling the annoying presence of suggestive eyes on his back, the boy sighed, closing his magazine and standing, tucking the article under his arm as he too opened a door to darkness. Before he could step into it and disappear, Axel gave a start.

 

“Are you actually going?” he asked incredulously from his lounging on the couch. Roxas shrugged, and without a word left the pyro by himself.

 

 

 

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Somehow, Xemnas had successfully gotten everyone into his room—at least the ones he was allowing to play. Correction: his liaison, Zexion had successfully pulled his players into the room, and after conning Xigbar into placing obtrusive barriers around his bedroom, there was little chance to escape before being dragged off. Both he and Larxene were on guard for anyone who had come in the room, making sure the leader's prey wouldn't escape—at least not unscathed. Xemnas was slouched against a pile of pillows next to his rather small, low-lying bed. The room was small, only large enough for one person and their belongings, but the people he wanted had enough room. They just looked cramped and uncomfortable because it was his room and not someone else's. He donned a pair of grey slacks and an open white button up, spinning an empty bottle of scotch between his fingers. He looked slightly bleary, due to the fact that he had finished off a half bottle of alcohol, but he wasn't in the least bit tipsy.

 

Surveying the scene before him, he approved of the fact that everyone he wanted was there. From Vexen who merely sat with his arms crossed, to a slightly blushing and doe eyed Saix who kept stealing glances at Zexion, to Roxas who fidgeted nervously, being too close in proximity of Axel to be content, to even Demyx who was looking innocently around, Xemnas was very pleased with his catch indeed. And for once, Luxord wasn't involved in this. The leader was bored, so he decided to invent a game that he would force everyone into playing. Stilling the bottle, he tossed in into the middle of the circle that had formed. Roxas was in his usual white and black outfit, Saix preferring a feminine white blouse, ruffling down the front with long sleeves, black leather pants fitting him rather tightly; Vexen, Demyx, and Axel all donned their black coats—a black coat nearly being the only thing the lazy pyro was making a fashion statement about.

 

Given the small amount of information they had been revealed while Zexion made his way around, informing everyone of Xemnas' request, Axel finally dared to speak up.

“So what the hell are we doing now? I mean, what game are you making us play now?” he asked, his hand gesturing matter-of-factly. Xemnas' eyes narrowed as his gaze went from Axel to the bottle. Roxas groaned as if realizing what it was. Saix looked a little confused, more interested in playing with Zexions's cross than actually paying attention, Demyx was in his own world, and Vexen was smirking. Having to always fill the blanks in for Axel, the leader got on his knees, sitting on his feet as he gave the glass bottle in the room a spin with the flick of his wrist. It landed on Demyx who, upon noticing, stared in wonder and slight apprehension at the bottle. Xemnas grinned a wicked grin.

 

Finally, it dawned on him with what they were playing.

 

“Spin the bottle?” Axel groaned, Roxas hooked in one arm, the one hand slapped against his forehead. Xemnas scoffed.

 

“Not <i>just</i> spin the bottle. It's my own version, to make things a little more fun and maybe not so premature,” he filled in, standing on his knees and withdrawing a blindfold that had apparently been hanging from the waistband of his pants in the back. He beckoned for Demyx to come closer, a wolfish grin still slapped across his face. Vexen eyed the group, wondering if they'd really consent to the whole ordeal. Zexion never cared about anything, Saix was pretty lenient as long as Zexion was around, Axel just wanted Roxas, Roxas wanted to crawl into a corner and disappear forever, Xemnas had no discretion, and he…..well he preferred nagging Larxene, but any thought on any other Organization member was kept strictly to himself.

 

Demyx, appearing rather nervous, reluctantly came forward, crawling across the circle, prompted only by narrowed threatening eyes.

 

“Heheh um….. what are you doing Xemnas? This isn't how you play,” he complained, trying to stay on Xemnas' good side nonetheless.

 

“Which is why I said it was my own invention, purely sprung from a bored and completely random idea I had, now stop wiggling so I can get the damn thing over your face or you head will feel like it has been put in a vise,” the leader pointed out, growling as he had to keep the blonde still, tying the blindfold tightly across fearful eyes. One hand over Demyx face, he made sure the blonde couldn't see.

 

“Can you see?” he asked, barely waiting after the boy shook his dead somberly before he flicked Demyx off. When he didn't respond he made to slap the blonde, stopping short. Still no reaction. This amused Vexen, but he said nothing. The blindfold was giving him ideas, on top of the fact that Xemnas had initiated the whole stunt.

 

“Stand,” Xemnas directed, moving the bottle aside. Hands on Demyx's shoulders, everyone else looked at him expectantly. With no outbursts so far, he smirked.

 

“So what are we doing anyway? I thought this was spin the bottle?” Axel asked. Indeed, everyone looked intrigued, slightly nodding at the question the pyro had voiced. Xemnas rolled his eyes.

 

“Just watch. Everyone spread out across the room,” he said, voice giving way to more of an order than a suggestion.

 

“Not much room to move,” Saix muttered, but shrugged when Xemnas glared. With a waste basket, a small bookshelf, a night stand with a lamp on it, and one long, rather small dresser consisting of many small drawers, the only other things lining the walls were the bed, quite a few cushions, and the closet door. Vexion propped himself against the low lying bookshelf, arms crossed, a smug look on his face. Axel sat in the corner by the closet door, Roxas protesting and pulling away from feral clutches to sit on the other side of the closet, pouting and moody that he had to even be here. Xemnas was cruel.

 

Zexion snuggled against the pillows piled up in the corner, Saix moving to join, but with an audible cough from Xemnas, he decided he'd settle on the vacated spot at the head of Xemas' bed, hugging the man's pillow, eyes narrowed at the fact that Xemnas was controlling him. He stuck his tongue out behind the tanned man's back, eliciting a small chuckle from Vexen. Without notice, the leader began spinning Demyx around. When he stopped, the poor kid wobbled dangerously trying to catch his balance on something.

 

“Don't fall over,” Xemnas smirked as he flopped down on his bed, sprawling and sufficiently taking up most of the mattress. “The first person you run into you have to kiss. No one talks or moves unless you want me to throw you out—” Axel began to open his mouth but was silenced with a glare.

 

“I've ordered Xigbar and Larxene to kill anyone who exits the room without my permission.” His burnt-orange hued eyes narrowed as Axel glared in annoyance. Demyx, unsure and scared, attempted to maintain his balance, unsure of what to do.

 

“Well, go on,” Xemnas prompted, giving Demyx a rather forceful push with his foot, considering the proximity they were in. Demyx, with upset equilibrium, gave a start, falling into the wall and very nearly tripping over Roxas who cringed, pulling all appendages close to his body in order to avoid being stepped on. Upon colliding with the wall, Demyx started in the opposite direction, stumbling forward, hands outstretched. Before a wide eyed Vexen could do anything, Demyx had caught himself from falling on him.

 

“Uh, um?” he voiced, still dizzy and uncertain of who he was grabbing. Blonde brows contorted in confusion. Still smirking, Xemnas supplied the poor boy with what to do next.

 

“Now kiss him, and leave the blindfold on.”

 

“Who is it?”

 

“Not telling. Just kiss him.”

 

“On the lips?” Demyx asked tentatively, looking up at where he presumed the face was and instead staring at Vexen's armpit. Xemnas rolled his eyes.

 

“No the ass.” When Demyx looked unsure as to whether he was being serious, the leader growled in frustration.

 

“Yes the lips!” There was a moment of silence.

 

“Do I have to?”

 

“Would you rather be dead?” Demyx gulped ad shook his head slightly, more for his own affirmation than anyone else's. Vexen had so far been trying to shuffle to the side, towards the lamp to escape Demyx's grip, but he hadn't succeeded very well so far.

 

“Um….” Demyx groped blindly for his captive's face, almost taking out Vexen's eye when he went a little too high, eliciting a small noise of disapproval. Sensing he had done something wrong, the blonde apologized, blushing faintly. He had finally gotten the face shape down, holding Vexen's cheeks with both hands. Very gingerly he brought his face closer.

 

“Just a kiss right?” He swallowed hard. He really didn't want to do this.

 

“Are you a member of the Organization or not?” Axel rolled his eyes, just wanting this to be over so he could have the chance at seeking out Roxas to plunder. Finally finding the brass to do it, Demyx kissed an unmoving Vexen who appeared to seem as if the boy violating his personal space wasn't actually there. The blonde gulped again as he withdrew, taking a few steps back and trying not to flounder as he couldn't see where he was going. He removed the blindfold and blinked. When he noticed a rather pale and disgruntled Organization member, he blanched, hand flying to his mouth and blushing as he promptly sat himself next to Rxas who edged away. Saix was glancing at Zexion, trying to catch the pretty boy's attention, so far without luck. He wanted to tell him something, but without catching his eye, he was short of throwing his pillow over Xemnas' head.

 

The leader was grinning.

 

“Okay Vexen, you put the blindfold on now while Demyx spins the bottle.” As the actions were repeated, Vexen was undeniably dizzy, more so than Demyx. Lurching violently to one side and swearing, he crossed feet, trying his best not to trip himself up. Every step he took was in another direction as the room held an abated breath. Right before Vexen could unceremoniously land on Xemnas, having tripped over the pillows strewn in front of the leader's feet with a cry, Number 1 planted his foot against the strawberry blonde's chest, keeping him from smothering the man.

 

“Access denied,” he stated, arms folded across a broad and toned chest as he pushed Vexen backwards, leg stretched at a very flexible angle, given his position. Axel snickered but refrained from saying anything. Despite Vexen's disdain at having been rejected, he was glad he didn't have to suck it up at kiss that sadistic bastard. He settled for the rejected looked, tearing the blindfold off and stomping a foot at the leader.

 

“You have to play by your own rules,” he stated flatly. Amused, Xemnas shrugged, annoyed that Vexen had taken the blindfold off.

 

“Well now, they would be my rules wouldn't they? And I do believe they say that I have right to kiss whoever I deem worthy. You,” he pointed at Vexen, “are not worthy.”

 

Rolling avid eyes and sneering, he threw the blindfold at Xemas, who caught it before it could hit his chest. If Vexen wasn't worthy why was he here? To be used for Xemnas' entertainment in watching others cringe upon the aspect of having to kiss the wielder of ice. Sitting up, he gave the bottle a spin, which landed on Saix who immediately stiffened, eyes wide and paling at the aspect of him getting the chance to kiss anyone other then Zexion in the room. Hugging the pillow tightly, he feared for his life as Xemnas watched him like a fox, grinning wickedly and beckoning. He'd be the devil of the room. Grudgingly, only stepping forward because Zexion seemed to be watching him with interest, he took a deep breath. When Xemnas began spinning him, he cursed. Shit he was dizzy. Stepping forward, no idea where he was going or who was in front of him, he ambled forward, wanting to get it over with. With Xemnas' threat of death, at least torture even, looming at the front of his mind, even a kiss didn't seem like much. He heard an indistinguishable cry as he tripped over someone. Despite his utter confusion, he knew Xemnas was on the bed, Vexen still propped near the lamp and nursing his own wounds. Zexion wasn't apt to cry out unless he had really hurt him, which left the sandy haired boy and the kid's lover, Axel. Which one was it?

 

“Don't ask questions,” Xemnas prompted, urging Saix to kiss whoever he had. Damn, he couldn't even clear his mind if he was still spinning. Praying that Xemnas's grin hadn't reached his ears yet, he awkwardly sat up, still visibly swaying as he groped for the person who winced at the contact of his hand. Finding a rather soft face, he didn't hesitate towards plunging in, a slight mistake with the fact that he very nearly ended up missing his mark. Correcting his misguided intentions, Saix found soft pout lips beneath his own. He couldn't help but think that whoever it was, they had rather nice lips, certainly good for kissing, and very warm. But that was something he would keep to himself, especially after blushing from having lingered a little longer than necessary. Catching himself before he could add a tongue to lips that were already parting, Saix jerked away, bringing a hearty laugh from Xemnas. Blushing, Saix took off the blindfold, wishing he hadn't, but that would have only served for their leader's amusement. Staring in disbelief, his cheeks taking on an avid red color, he scrambled away, hastily retreating to his corner with a hand to his forehead and mumbling; his partner was blushing and just as uncomfortable. Xemnas grinned. Standing and deciding to retrieve Roxas, knowing the boy wouldn't come so willingly, Xemnas would be gentle with the boy, still leaving no room for mercy. He couldn't play favorites all the time, now could he? Begrudgingly, as Saix pouted in the corner, Roxas scoffed in protest, knowing it was futile to resist otherwise.

 

“I'm leaving,” he said before the blindfold could be forced on him. In an instant, he disappeared into the darkness.

 

Xemnas seemed thwarted, annoyed that the boy had left, but didn't seem genuinely upset. The silence passed as they waited for something to happen, Axel bearing more than half the mind to find his buddy and cheer him up. Not a moment too soon, right before the pyro could up and leave, the darkness opened up a pathway and the boy was thrown in by a rough handed Larxene, her voice following before Roxas even hit the floor.

 

“Dammit don't make me do this, kid.” She left before she had even stepped foot inside the room, quite obviously not wanting to linger to find out what perversions Xemnas was pulling off. Wild eyed, but otherwise okay, Roxas stood, eyes flashing angrily as he gathered himself, rubbing a bruised elbow. Axel was by his side and babying him, taking him by the shoulders and looking eye leveled at him.

 

“I'm fine,” the sandy haired boy mumbled, wiggling out of Axel's grip.

 

“That was ruthless!” Axel protested in a cry of anger against Xemnas having hurt his lover. Number 1 shrugged.

 

“I warned everyone. It's his fault. Now come and be a good boy and let me tie your blindfold on.” When Roxas was the one trying to tell up from left, Axel attempted to hint the boy towards him, but only managed a fistful of daggers thrown at him from Xemnas' evil look. That bastard could really push it. As Roxas stumbled around, groaning and trying to stay in one place to avoid kissing anyone, he could help but trip over his feet—landing himself atop Xemnas. As soon as he felt the nearly half naked form below him, he froze. He could feel the Cheshire-like grin radiating from the triumphant man.

 

Mouth agape but unable to utter a word, Roxas found it hadn't been a good idea to keep his mouth open. Now tasting Xemnas' tongue, he winced, pulling back within a strong grip. Not even registering the fact to bite back, thus injuring the lecherous man but probably pleasing him all the same, Roxas instead gave the fight up before it even really began, going limp as Xemnas held him by the shoulders, fingers probably bruising delicate skin with crushing force. At Roxas' whimpering, Axel snapped back into reality. His shock and the speed at which things were going hadn't quite been an obstacle he had gotten over yet. Recovering from the initial shock and Vexen's obscene laughing as he attempted to cover the evident lust in his eyes, Axel jumped to his feet. Xemnas chose just then to close the kiss with a nip to the boy's lower lip. Cerulean eyes widening, then closing in shame after he pulled his blindfold off, Roxas pulled away, hiding in his corner as he wiped his mouth off, head hung. Adult games were not for him, as mature as he may be. Licking his lips, the leader flashed a grin at Axel before dropping to a dangerously serious note, preventing Axel from pushing the matter.

 

“You're turn,” Xemnas said, waving the blindfold at him. In his rage to show the incompetent man he was better, finding it more of a challenge to try and deal with the stupid game better than he was expected to, Axel snatched the damn piece of cloth from a taunting grip. Swearing to himself for revenge against anyone who dared find it amusing or arousing that Xemnas' `victory' over Roxas had prevailed, the red head showed his rebellion by blindfolding himself.

 

“I'll make sure you get an extra spin,” Xemnas assured as steely hands squeezed his shoulders. He felt like he had been put through a blender, or maybe a washing machine on heavy. Still hoping his could get to comfort Roxas with a kiss, Axel was determined not to give in to Xemnas' musings, and so when he ended up barely taking a step forward, more to catch his balance than actually walk, he didn't protest at whoever's lap he had fallen backwards in. How even managed to fall that far was beyond anyone in the room, but with successive glares from Xemnas going about the room from one person to the next, nothing was said. Saix, having noticed who Axel was about to kiss, suddenly jumped from his reverie of sulking, gasping, but was silenced as Xemnas caught him, staring him back into the berserker's corner. Hearing none of the commotion going on, paying attention to nothing but the spinning in his head, Axel completely forgot what was going on until a prod of the ribs roused him from his state.

 

“Huh…. Wha….?” He started, before realizing he had to kiss someone. Thinking back to the vengeance against Xemnas that he was determined to obtain and keep, he rolled over, a grunt eliciting from his human pillow.

 

Wavering on both arms which attempted to support his weight against the uneven pillows, Axel ended up falling into the kiss more so than actually trying to start one. Although his intention had only been a simple, pert kiss that showed he wasn't afraid of Xemnas' stupid games, he ended up going a little farther. Not even awakened from his state by Vexen's cough of embarrassment or Xemnas' quiet chuckling, Axel's confused mind couldn't decipher who he was kissing or even what he was doing, just that the kiss was enjoyable. Lips that seemed firm, yet soft, a tongue that only danced back when roughly prompted, teeth that gently tried to pull the man off of him with a warning bite. He wouldn't be deterred from a little bite. No, he'd teach them that this was one pyro that would get what he wanted, regardless.

 

“Ow,” he cried out when the next bite drew blood. He was pushed away from whoever he had been kissing. As he took the blindfold off, weakly suspecting who it was, he blinked to find an unamused and disheveled Zexion. Saix seemed worried, nearly horrified at what Axel had been doing, Demyx seemed scared, having thought he was forgotten, Vexen was attempting to avert his gaze, Roxas was still disappearing into a corner after having been handled by Xemnas, and the leader himself was clapping and laughing.

 

“I thought the kiss was good,” he lauded, laying the sugar coated praise on extra thick, like a syrup, “until you started groping him…!” He continued to laugh, rather amused. Axel had been groping Zexion?

 

With mouth opening and closing, the pyro chanced a look over the dark haired man's physique. Other than the fact that his shirt was barely riding up to reveal pale, toned flesh, Zexion only seemed disgruntled as he made a point of hugging himself with brows drawn in agitation. His lips were slick and red from having been ravaged, but the stiff way he sat and the abused look his groin had, clearly showed how far Axel had gone. He blushed furiously. He had lost this round, but not before silently shouting to Xemnas that he wouldn't lose another. Xemnas winked and smirked as if he had heard and accepted the challenge. In surrender, the red head sat next to Roxas, huddling and pouting, arms around his knees which made a resting place for a delicate chin. Trying to regain his wits, Saix forced himself to sit back down, throwing glares Axel's way. When Number 7 couldn't take it anymore he shouted back angrily.

 

“What?!” When the berserker's nonverbal abuse refused to cease its onslaught, the pyro mumbled. “Like I could help it.” Although Saix had been spun around, both mortally offended and embarrassed that he had to kiss the kid, he still denied sympathy towards anyone who went as far as taking advantage of Zexion, especially after tripping over the poor soul without so much as an apology.

 

“Okay Sexy. Get your pretty little ass over here,” Xemnas grinned toothily, holding the blindfold up a little too eagerly. Despite the fact that everyone seemed to have given up their will to play the game and merely take whatever was thrown at them, it didn't stop the leader from blindfolding Zexion with relish, giving him a pat on the butt before spinning him.

 

“Don't fall now,” Xemnas warned with a laugh as he stood back to admire his handiwork. Zexion stood, hands out to catch his balance, once parted lips now pursed together. After a few long seconds, several eyes watching him closely, Zexion stood up, walking relatively straight for someone subjected to Xemnas' vicious spin cycle. One eyebrow quirked at the sobered young man, Xemnas stood in Zexion's way as he headed towards a rather hopeful and somewhat astonished Saix, making the furious berserker throw his pillow at him. Zexion hesitated in front of the leader, sensing how close he was before stepping back and redirecting himself around the deep cloud grey haired man. Quite intrigued by his actions, all eyes that were not sulking watched Zexion with interest. Regardless of Saix's desperation to impede on Xemnas' effective barrier, all attempts to get around the stubborn man were futile.

 

Being just as stubborn Saix fought back without actually getting so serious as to pull out his claymore and kick some ass. Between their scuffle, Xemnas under threat of being scratched and very well having flesh taken with the desperate partner, he managed to draw a sharp elbow into Saix's collarbone, throwing him back and banging his head against the wall with a cry. Zexion perked at the noise and, ducking under Xemnas' arm, found his way to Saix, crawling into his lap before anyone really knew what had happened. Confused, Xemnas looked about, whirling around when he had processed Zexion's actions. Angry, he made to grab for Zexion but retreated when the brunette slapped his hand away in warning. Turning back to Saix as if he wasn't indeed blindfolded, the concerned man ran a gentle hand down the wounded one's cheek, lingering at the red and bruising collarbone. Undoing several of the snaps on the ruffled blouse, Zexion pushed one sleeve off Saix's narrow, pale shoulder, running cool fingers over the wound and eliciting a shiver.

 

“Zexion, you know it's not fair game if you can see,” Xemnas seethed, upset that his pride had been bruised and threatened. The brunette merely shrugged as he attempted to discover the extent of the injury through his fingers.

 

“I can't see,” he said blandly, brows knit slightly at the concern in which he gave Saix, lips drawn in a slight frown. “You honestly don't have to be a brat Xemnas. You're lucky Saix decided not to go berserk on you.” The leader winced. He knew he could push Number 6 pretty far, but didn't now how far most of the time. It didn't help that Zexion's tolerance seemed to vary.

 

“Can't see…?” Xemnas pondered to himself. It was true he sealed their eyes with darkness inside the bandana that served as a blindfold. He had tested himself and indeed couldn't see a thing while the blindfold was on, even if there were cracks that would allow light to reach his eyes. Zexion didn't hide or suppress his smirk as he shook his head.

 

“I'm fine,” Saix grumbled sheepishly as Zexion turned his attention fully on the wounded Organization member.

 

“Nonsense,” was the word only Saix heard as Zexion slipped his arms under Saix's, grasping him by the shoulders and gently kissing a bruised collarbone. Saix hissed upon the warm contact that irritated his skin, flustering at the intimate gesture.

 

“Im leaving,” Axel mumbled, pulling Roxas close and stepping into the darkness before anyone could protest. The pyro found Larxene's threats and banter much more appealing than being subjected to Xemnas' games. Although the leader could beat and torture them, he would leave them alive, if only to drag them back into his games whenever he was bored. At least, that was what the red head was logically counting on. He doubted anyone would seriously beat Roxas up either. Being the kid, he was given some leeway. Despite being in the Organization and being a rather tough cookie at that, the boy could take a good whipping, but in reality no one would truly beat the crap out of him just because they could or were told to.

 

Leaving their escape be, Xemnas' focus was on the couple on his bed, Zexion licking and kissing Saix's wound like a mother kitten while Saix grit his teeth and bore the pain, eyes glinting with sadistic lust. Smirking, Xemnas was about to throw everyone out his room, dismissing the two blondes with a wave of his hand. Vexen promptly vanished, soon followed by a reluctant Demyx who was unsure as to what Xemnas' meaning was. Sinking into a comfortable stance, for the best view possible, Number 1 watched as the brunette kissed his way up Saix's neck, pressing him against the bed without intending to. Standing on hands and knees over his captive, Zexion was a hair's breadth away from Saix's quivering lips, the scarred man graced with a blush, yellow eyes half veiled, fingers of one hand tightly woven with similar, more pallid ones. His free hand gripped the sleeve of Zexion's T-shirt.

 

“Do you know what senses are?” the mysterious young man asked, voice a half whisper, directed at Xemnas as he turned to look straight at the man. Taken slightly aback and suddenly fearful of Zexion's unknown power, the leader grinned at the aspect of being abused by that power. He chuckled.

 

“Of course.”

 

“Just because one is taken away does not mean I don't have others,” Zexion replied. With a deciding smirk that scarcely traced his lips, he tenderly placed a kiss against a rather unsuspecting victim who gave a small whimper at the bare roughness of the contact.

 

Gathering a dazed Saix in his arms, Zexion turned to Xemnas with a faint frown. Finally removing the blindfold, he threw it at the leader's feet, watching orange eyes levelly.

 

“The senses are easily ensnared, wouldn't you say…….Xehanort. Especially when the heart's so twisted.” Xemnas' face contorted in a scowl after the eye opening realization of the mentioning of Xehanort. Conjuring a book from his shelf he threw it at Zexion, which would have broken skin upon contact, save for the fact that it hit the bed uselessly, falling through the trailing mist of darkness that the two had disappeared into. Growling, Xemnas would make the man pay dearly. As he stood, panting in his rage, an idea crawled into his mind. With a scheming, ever-widening smirk, auburn eyes narrowed at the prospect. He would do something to Zexion, and he would make him feel it too. The senses huh? That would be his target.