Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Gambling Series ❯ It Takes Two ( Chapter 9 )

He had just gotten back from a particularly fatiguing mission and he was ready to drown himself in the shower before flopping into his bed, curling up next to the person he adored and go to sleep for the next two or three days. That wasn't the case.

 

“Saix!” a voice called, low and baritone, sounding sickly sweet, which only belied its dangerous intent. He recognized that voice right away.

 

“Xemnas?” he turned with a huff to face the smiling Superior.

 

“Hmm, looks like you had a rough time in the digital world.” Yellow cat-like eyes rolled. He wasn't in a particularly patient mood today.

 

“What is it Xemnas? If it's something someone else can do go ask them. I'm taking a shower and going to bed.

 

“Oh? But I had a little mission for you and you alone. I think you might enjoy it, but whether you do or not, I don't particularly care because you're going to do it anyway. I'm sending you to the Land of Dragons. Take your shower and take your nap, but if you're too late I'll have your head.” Saix scoffed.

 

“I'll take my time, boss. Consider it done.” Though his voice was bitter, he knew he couldn't go against Xemnas. Maybe it was his avid glaring or his tone of voice.

 

Sure, the Superior always had the final say, but when Saix was really ticked or just having a terrible day, he wouldn't let himself get pushed around. Something about Xemnas just made him want to snap sometimes. Seeking out his room, he entered his bathroom, keeping the lights off so the room was dim. Under the warm shower head he had shed his clothes on the floor, glad to be out of his stifling cloak, washing his body from days without being clean, from sweat and dirt and blood in some places. He took his time, washing his hair, washing his body all over again, over smooth pink skin and thin white scars. When he did step out, warm and refreshed, ready to go to sleep, he wrapped a cotton towel around himself, debating whether or not he really wanted to put pants on. In his small dark bedroom he grinned, the lights dimmed considerable, but just enough to see by. Zexion lay stretched out on his bed, arms folded, eyes closed, but he looked up when he sensed a presence near.

 

“I thought you were trying to drown yourself in the shower,” he commented, face expressionless, but then smiled softly.

 

Saix smirked.

 

“I would have if I hadn't imagined you cumming so soon.” His lewd countenance melted into a soft look before he approached his full sized bed, leaning over Zexion and crawling over him to straddle his lap.

 

“Did you miss me?” his voice was low, wearing a look no one but Zexion would ever see. Caressing the brunette's cheek, Zexion's smile widened a bit, though he avoided the subject. Saix surely knew the answer anyway.

 

“I heard you had another mission, so soon.” Busying himself with Saix's towel, drying him off, the berserker stroked the other's cheek tenderly, nodding in confirmation.

 

“Yes. Just as soon as I got back, Xemnas was waiting for me.” His face darkened. Zexion nodded.

 

“I'll go with you, since I've been stuck here the last week. It's fine to take a few days for a break but I like to be out and around.” Saix nodded in appreciation, bowing his head so the other could towel his hair. Thoroughly dry, he brushed back his hair with his fingers, it being clean enough that it wouldn't tangle too badly.

 

Slipping under the covers, Zexion sitting atop them and closer to the wall in order to make room for Saix's body, the berserker snuggled against his hip, latching onto a narrow waist with one arm. Sighing contently, he closed his eyes, feeling Zexion run his fingers through damp hair. Saix would sleep well.

 

 

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He woke up, stretching, his hair a mess. Zexion was sitting there, dozing perhaps or just resting. Managing to tangle himself in the blankets in his sleep, he'd rolled over in Zexion's lap, face nuzzled to the warm skin of the brunette's belly, snuggling face having gotten beneath his dark grey shirt. The brunette stifled a soft yawn.

 

“Awake yet? Or are you going back to sleep on me now?” he asked, his voice gentle and quite as usual, running his fingers through slightly tangled hair once more. Saix sighed contently against the other's stomach.

 

“Hmmm……I don't know… it's hard to decide.” He chuckled lightly, hugging Zexion and kissing his bellybutton. Zexion was silent a moment as he contemplated whether he wanted to ruin Saix's mood or not, but either way, he was partially responsible for the berserker since he tended to distract him—not like he tried to anyway.

 

“You know Xemnas won't let you sleep the day away if he's expecting you to do the mission for him, especially so soon.”

 

Saix snorted, sitting up, Zexion's hand still on his head.

 

“Thanks for ruining my day.” He sounded sarcastic, but he meant it. He didn't like the prospect of going out again so soon after getting back, especially since he couldn't spend any time with his love, Zexion. But, he might be able to take him with him…..

 

“Hey, Zexion…” Saix spoke as he stood, intended to get dressed, but planning on skipping wearing his cloak, regardless of whether he really needed it. He had back up, sure, but the tight black fabric could be very stifling and rather hot. The brunette looked up skeptically.

 

“Yes Saix?”

 

“Since I'm supposed to be going to the Land of the Dragons, will you go with me, Zexy?” He grinned, pulling on a pair of jeans. Rolling ink blue eyes, the other only sighed. If Saix was set on making him go, there wasn't a whole lot he could do to avoid going. He generally didn't mind the berserker's company though, so he didn't see a problem.

 

Besides, he could drive Saix nuts by boasting that he had to save him or do all the work. Not that it was guaranteed…. Saix could easily manipulate the situation and the words, and Zexion knew that, as well as contemplating all the possible outcomes. That being the case, he decided against it.

 

“Fine. I doubt you'd take no for an answer as insecure as you are.” The brunette was teasing, of course, since he had already offered to go with him, but the other was probably too tired to remember. Saix only grinned wider.

 

“Then we'll get breakfast and go already.” Mumbling under his breath he added, “Xemnas thinks he can make me do a mission right after the other he's got something coming for him…..” Smiling faintly, know what a row the two of them have had and would have in the future, Zexion let it be, standing and stretching, making Saix's bed though he'd only complain that it didn't matter because they'd mess it up soon enough anyway. Waiting for Saix to finish pulling on an obscene T shirt with profane kanji, Zexion sighed, looking through Saix's closet while he combed fingers through his hair to look presentable. Pulling out a white cotton jacket, he tossed it at the berserker.

 

“Wear this over it. First, it will surely be cold. And second, if people see us because you're not treating this like a serious mission, then don't blame me if any villagers kick you out and try to run you off with torches and pitchforks. Saix laughed heartily and grinned.

 

“Don't think the general public would like the phrase, `Fuck me Senseless?' I have other shirts….. They can kiss my ass if they don't like em. I'm not changing.”

 

The brunette sighed softly.

 

“I didn't tell you to change it, I just told you to wear this over it.” His words were replied to with another smirk.

 

“If you had, I'd think you're just after my body, Zexion.” Pulling on the jacket, he looked the shorter man over. “What about you? Not going to freeze your balls off, are you?” Blue eyes looked calmly at a golden yellow.

 

“Something tells me you wouldn't let me, for all the sex I'm worth….” Saix laughed.

 

“Damn right!” Pulling out a fleece lined, black, leather jacket, he draped it around Zexion's shoulders. It was rather big for him, but it'd be cute to see him wear it.

 

“Hurry up, I'm hungry.” Even if it sounded like a grumble, Zexion knew it was more like a phrase of affection. The other nobody didn't want to wait for Zexion to hurry up, but he couldn't stand being without him, so he made him hurry up in turn.

 

“Yes, yes.”

 

 

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After having had toast with jelly and peanut butter, the creamy brown substance ending up both their noses for some reason, fighting over the knife and being silly, though it wasn't Saix's fault—they had made it to the Land of the Dragons, and had been walking through the stretches of the woods. It was early spring, so it was cold, small patches of snow still melting, and Saix was rather glad he had brought a jacket, though if he hadn't, he would have just sucked it up and not said anything about it. He was a man after all. Nonetheless, they hadn't found out what Xemnas wanted them to do just yet—not that the Superior was probably aware that Zexion had gone along with the intended person for this particular mission. Snorting, Saix kicked a rock rather harshly.

 

“If Xemnas doesn't even tell me what to do, how am I supposed to know?”

 

“Patience,” Zexion reassured in his quiet voice. Saix only huffed again.

 

“So where should we head?” the berserker asked, biting on his words and trying to calm his growing temper. He'd been in a good enough mood but just thinking that Xemnas was toying with him really pissed him off.

 

“I suppose to the village surrounding the walls of the imperial city.” Nodding, Saix pulled the brunette along, leading him off the familiar beaten path and into the woods. Not bothering to ask where they were going, Zexion just tagged along, quickening his pace to keep up with Saix's long strides. Careful around patches of slick snow, they proceeded through the woods, climbing carefully through a thicket of bamboo, brittle and as cold as the stark snow.

 

“Where are going, Saix?” Zexion couldn't help but ask after long, long moments of walking in no particular directions, it seemed. Saix shrugged.

 

“Beats me. To find some fun, I guess.”

 

“I thought we were going to the imperial city?” Saix shrugged again, but didn't say anything else.

 

Having picked through long dewy grass, the two passed through the wet forest, damp bark soft beneath their fingers, and by the time they reached a street beyond, their pants were soaked uncomfortably at the ankles. Grumbling about the wetness before making a lewd remark about liking Zexion when he was wet down below, Saix stumbled through a back alley way before looking around the corner. It was absolutely crowded with people, a festival going on or something. The color red was prominent in the decorations, people going every which way, chatting and walking along, filling the roads. For the village, it certainly seemed like a big deal, even though it wasn't quite cram packed. Lanterns and red streamers, flowers adorning stalls and shop ledges were everywhere, people calling out wares and fortunes.

 

“It looks like the New Year's upon us,” Zexion observed, his voice almost lost with the mingling calls and chatter all about them.

 

Saix snorted.

 

“Here, hold my hand so you won't get lost.” The berserker weaved his fingers with small pale ones, tugging the brunette along gently. Rolling his eyes in amusement, Zexion complied, following closely behind Saix so they wouldn't get separated. He felt odd, being the only couple not wearing red, for all people wore some amount of red, most wearing more than others. Elderly people met up with younger family, bright red packets exchanged with thanks and good luck. It seemed like such a jovial and fun time, the prospect of great prosperity looming before in the New Year, but this was only the prelude. When night fell the celebration would escalate to a peak with fireworks and dancing, praying, and costumes.

 

“I almost feel like we're the unlucky ones. We don't fit in very well. If I had known it was the Chinese New Year before we came, I would have done something about it,” Zexion told Saix as they passed a fruit stand with oranges and tangerines.

 

“Well,” the other shrugged, “can't do anything about it, so why complain?”

 

Falling silent, Zexion listened to the snippets of conversation, nothing he understood. He could smell the aroma of foods cooking, sweet treats sold on the sides of the streets as well. But alas, they had no money. Passing an elderly couple at a stall, the woman called out to them. Saix, having not caught the tone, whether he understood the words or not, continued to walk until Zexion pulled him back. Smiling at the elderly couple as he turned to them Zexion wasn't sure what to say or how to address them. He didn't speak Chinese in any form. Saying something, they offered him a red packet, the ones that were going around the village. Thanking her with a polite bow, he smiled widely, turning back to a quizzical Saix.

 

“What's in it?”

 

“Money.” Zexion didn't have to open the packet to know what the <i>lai see</i> contained. It was tradition to hand out the envelopes or packets to children mostly, and family. He smiled faintly at the fact that he was looked at as a child. Maybe the nice couple had thought he needed more luck in his life, considering he didn't look dressed or prepared for the New Year ahead.

 

“If Xemnas wants us to find out what to do here, he's crazy, unless it's about to blow up in our faces,” Saix chastised bitterly, spotting a luckily empty bench to recline on for a moment and figure out what they wanted to do.

 

“Some Superior he is,” he muttered darkly as he led Zexion to the wooden bench to sit down, half pulling him in his lap and wrapping an arm around him. A little more at ease since he didn't feel threatened, Zexion pocketed his lai see, letting Saix rest his head on a narrow shoulder and sigh comfortably; yellow eyes closed half way as the berserker absently watched the people filter by. Not entirely preferring a public display of affection, Zexion didn't stroke soft sky blue hair though he wanted to, if only in idle distraction as he thought. Surely Xemnas wouldn't make something important be hard to figure out; unless he had a blatant way of putting it that they just had to wait for, so he was either biding his time or it was more like a game. Knowing their boss it could be rather hard to decipher which was the true motive.

 

After sitting and watching the people walk past, chattering and enjoying the early celebrations, Saix growled in impatience.

 

“Haven't we waited long enough? If it's that important then that bastard would let us know, dammit.” Snorting, even Zexion's promise of serenity and gentle enticements to be patient weren't enough to keep Saix from complaining. Zexion agreed though. If it were that urgent, Xemnas would surely tell them sooner. Unless it was something that had to be perfectly timed. He only wished the Superior could be more forward with his communication sometimes, but nonetheless, the brunette trusted the decisions made.

 

“I don't know if he wants us to wait for something or not. Surely if we are, it would be a big enough commotion that we might be aware of it from any point in the city, yes?” Saix only shrugged in a despondent effort.

 

“I'm hungry. Where can we eat?” Saix grumbled, foot tapping impatiently, eyes darting around as though he could figure out which restaurants within the city were open, despite the heavy crowd.  It would be a busy night, for sure, and Zexion wasn't sure so many places would be open to eat.  Even if they sold some foods, fruits and nuts and the like, in stands along the street, meals would mostly be within houses.

 

“I don't think we can get a proper meal, but we can surely find something to eat.”  Standing, Zexion looked about, spying several carts laden with different foods and snacks.  They didn't have much in the way of money, but the small brunette was a master at deception, so it wouldn't be too hard.  If he felt morally conscious, he'd bribe Saix, but it wasn't something he really wanted to attempt; the berserker was too volatile when he was impatient or stressed for some reason, but when he was content, he was as sweet as a kitten.  Hard to believe when one only knew his harsh and brutal side. Taking up the blue haired man's hand, the berserker began down the street.

 

“Zexion…” he purred the name, thumb stroking the back of the other's small hand. Rolling ink blue eyes, Zexion responded anyway.

 

“Yes, Saix?” The grin widened wolfishly, yellow eyes darting about mischievously.

 

“Would you use your outstanding talents and impeccable abilities to find something to eat around here for me?” Despite his agitation, the tone of his flattery remained flawlessly smooth and almost charming, if the puzzle master didn't know any better.

 

Sighing heavily, he gave Saix a disapproving look, but he often ended up using his powers of illusion and misconception to trick others for their own needs. It was only for needs though; he wouldn't abuse his power over wants or just because he could, and there was no reason to be senseless with them either. But he agreed in the end.

 

“Yes, all right, as long as you eat whatever I get you.” Brightening at the aspect of food, Saix nodded, eagerly giving Zexion's hand a squeeze, wander through the crowd and down the streets. Evening would soon be upon them in full, and things would get even busier. Fireworks would be sure to accompany the parade, and as they smelled the delicious foods radiating from vendors as they passed, Zexion didn't stop, even at Saix's grumbling from his stomach and mouth alike.

 

“Why aren't we stopping? You're passing up all the food, Zexion!” the berserker whined as he was tugged past a crowd of people around a pork dumpling table.

 

Pinching the taller man, he tutted.

 

“To find somewhere to settle down first, before we eat. I don't know of Xemnas' intent, other than some guesswork, but it'd be better to be settled in case we need to stay for a long time.” Rolling his eyes and huffing, Saix followed nonetheless, allowing himself to be pulled a ways, down an alley and towards a small square away from the bustle but with a good view of the street. They couldn't see through the thick of people, but if anything obvious or disturbing happened, they would know.

 

“Wait here and don't leave or get into trouble,” Zexion commanded in a firm tone, sitting Saix on a wooden bench before promptly turning to leave. His hand was caught and Saix stood up, smirking coyly.

 

“You're one to tell me what to do….” Pulling the brunette back to him, he grinned broadly, arms wrapped around his neck, voice low in his ear. “Bring me back something good, or else I'll wind up eating you.” He chuckled suggestively, teasing Zexion's ear, but the smaller man only made a face and extricated himself. Zexion knew well enough how to play his cards against Saix, and he knew the berserker knew it too. Time again he had been goaded into acting in such away, only to Saix's amusement.

 

Shaking his head and smiling softly, he could feel the piercing yellow eyes ogling his backside as he was off and back to the streets to fetch food. Slipping into the crowd, Zexion promptly headed back down the street, toward a vendor to stand in a rather long line, having observed carefully where which food places were. Knowing Saix was quite the impatient person, he craned his neck to look around the people. Setting up a simple illusion, he merely made it seem as though the food in the simmering bins went by much quicker than it should have. After serving only a few more people, the bin appeared empty. With complaints, several people argued with the man, but he reassured them, probably telling them that more was being made. Sure enough, many moments later, a young boy came to the stand with a covered bin of food, but when it was opened to the eyes of eager customers, they were sorely disappointed to find it was apparently near empty. Complaining loudly, many left the line as the merchant apologized profusely, taking care not to scold his son too harshly for the coming new year, but pressing the matter to make sure the bin was filled before coming back.

 

At least, that was what the brunette gathered from the gesticulations and tone of voice. Smiling a small smile to himself, the merchant poured what was in the bin into the `empty' one, and Zexion slowly lifted the illusion. In astonishment, the merchant looked confusedly to his overly full bin, back to his son whose eyes were equally wide. Smiling fading and looking on with just as much interest as everyone else, it was only a moment later he returned to Saix with two heaping bowls of chicken lo mein.

 

 

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Belching after finishing his meal and managing to procure fresh water, Saix stretched out on the bench more, lounging as Zexion finished the rest of his. The poor brunette was stuffed, but he had refused to share with Saix, simply because he would have no doubt eaten it all, as well as pointed out something along the lines of proving his dominance over the other. Twilight had fallen, and with it, the festivities had begun. The two nobodies had heard firecrackers going off before, but now the crowd's crescendo only grew. Standing to dispose of their bowls and drinks, they weaseled into the crowd to have a look at the parade that had already begun, people lining the streets as they marched along, making plenty of noise, clothes in red like a flowery blood bath, waving sparklers. The length of a long Chinese dragon weaved its way through, rearing at the people crowding the streets. Money was thrown here and there, the whole atmosphere eye catching and belligerent, but still the peacefulness and prosperity of the coming year was evident in every shining eye and happy face.

 

Unable to help themselves, even Saix was in a good mood, holding on tightly to Zexion's hand, grinning as he watched the entertainment pass, streamers and confetti floating all around them. The energy was contagious. Drum beats, music started up as people danced down the street, as at the end of the line, the crowd gathered to follow behind, dancing and singing and bringing good wishes. Fireworks went off as a grand finale, bursts of color in the air, whistling and popping noises, everything loud and colorful and jovial. The whole time, Zexion relaxed to enjoy it, but kept an open eye and ear for anything unusual, anything that might lead them to whatever mission the Superior had given them. But unfortunately perceptive dark blue eyes saw nothing too unusual, unless it was culturally unusual, which in that case, was too subtle for him to register. Having untangled themselves form the crowd, Zexion steered Saix away from the merry making and to a quiet place. It was growing later and later, and he didn't know if they should spend the night there or head back to the castle. If the mission was important, they should wait for it, although he could hardly guess Xemnas' plans, he couldn't assume anything and only trust in the Superior's plans.

 

Sighing, he sat down at the edge of the great city, in the grass, intent to rest awhile from all the dancing he had done to work off the copious amounts of food consumed earlier. Lounging back on his hands, Saix leaned against him, eventually putting enough weight on him to press him to the cool grass. Cuddled next to him, he was content to sleep awhile, uncaring of whatever mission they were supposed to be on. Smiling faintly, Zexion stared into the star covered velvet sky, an arm wrapping around Saix's shoulders to keep him from rolling away, also making sure he wouldn't cling too tightly. They had to be prepared for anything at any time, especially since they still had no idea what they were supposed to be doing to appease the Superior and hopefully take them a step closer to gaining Kingdom Hearts.

 

“I wonder what Xemnas is waiting for…. What kind of plans he has. He usually briefs us on missions, especially if they're important,” Saix spat bitterly, snorting and half sitting up to look down at the starry reflection in Zexion's eyes. Stubborn countenance beginning to dissolve, he smiled softly at the brunette's patient face. Softly stroking the other's cheek, Saix cocked his brows.

 

“Maybe it's not that important. If it were, I doubt it'd be impromptu. Xemnas might trust us, but for a mission without briefing, I don't think he has that much faith in any of us.” The light blue haired nobody's laugh was like a curt bark, but Zexion couldn't refute the truth of the statement. Nodding instead, his eyes shifted from the subtly glowing yellow orbs before him, to the much paler yellow of the silvery moon, fat as it hung in the sky.

 

“I suppose we should find somewhere to sleep for the night,” Zexion commented as he lay there, finally focusing on yellow eyes once more as they drew closer. Eyes narrowing, he felt soft lips brush across his cheek, and automatically, his fingers tightened on the material of Saix's shirt.

 

  “We can sleep outside….” The berserker murmured, shifting to settle himself over Zexion's lap to pin him down so he couldn't resist so easily. The brunette's worry began to melt away as the other harassed his neck, leaving sharp marks and making him whimper, but he refused to ignore the fact that they were just outside the city and toward the common village where surely anyone would see or hear them, and besides it was right along the main road leading into the city. If they weren't walked in on when some of the people returned home, they would be in the morning when people steadily trickled into the city and back for their daily businesses. 

 

“We can't sleep here.” Biting back his soft gasp as the stronger man insistently grazed his neck, apologizing with small warm licks.

 

  “Then where should we go?” Smirking slightly, Saix drew back, much to Zexion's immediate disappointment and relief. Breathing easier, he steadied himself and cleared his mind to think, a faint frown gracing his lips, a wrist pressed to his forehead in contemplation, the night sky offering a focal point that didn't involve tempting lustful eyes. Saix had been on a longer mission, away from the castle for almost week before he was able to return, and though he had been glad to return to Zexion, sharing his embrace and his meals, he was sorely pressed to leave so soon or be denied how closely he could hold onto the small brunette. He wasn't in the mood to get up and leave, but in the long run—at least for the length of the night—he'd do better to heed Zexion's advice. At length, he pulled back, grumbling, and stood as the other shifted slightly, standing as well.

 

Saix couldn't tell if the brunette was glad he had stopped his assault, or if he missed heated lips pressed to his skin. He'd make sure it was the latter in a moment. Zexion looked around with a frown, brushing himself off and wondering too, where they should go, but before he could decide on an answer, Saix had grabbed his hand and was tromping off towards the woods.

 

“Are you certain you want to sleep in the woods Sai—!” Cut off abruptly, he was spun around and pinned to a tree, the wolfish berserker hovering over him, pressed to him.

 

“I don't care what kind of games the Superior is playing….” he began, gaze softening. “But if he can't be a little more… straightforward, then he can't complain if we take our dear sweet time, can he?” Pressing an insistent and heated kiss to pout lips before he could say anything else, Saix nipped at his lip.

 

“………” Zexion didn't have a reply for him. It wasn't his mission, it was Saix's, but if for some reason Xemnas started getting finicky with Saix, the small brunette would back him up.

 

Although they weren't much farther from the main road, he felt a bit more at ease, and though it would have been prudent to stop Saix, it had been awhile since they'd had intimate contact, and seldom was it they had sex, as much as the berserker hung around him. It was certainly an interesting relationship to say the least, more platonic and only mutual half the time. It was less in an emotional sense than it was for company and comfort, considering how much of a loner Zexion tended to be and how volatile Saix could be, especially around the wrong person. Still, he pushed Saix back, deceivingly strong for as slender as he was, and managed to stumble a little ways back. Unfortunately the only reason they really needed distance from ears was because he, Zexion, tended to be the audible one. Half tripping, half being pushed down, Saix fell atop the brunette, holding on to cushion the fall, moaning softly as he claimed his lips, a heated searching kiss. Zexion was probably the only person that knew it and was allowed to know it, but Saix could actually be a very compassionate lover—but only when it suited him. Tonight at least was one of those nights, for as moody and unpredictable as Saix was an anomaly it seemed, a puzzle Zexion could never really figure out.

 

They had made it that far, but it didn't seem they'd make it any farther, the way Saix was kissing him, hands roving over a lithe body and so tempted to tear the clothes from Zexion's body.

 

  "I'm glad to be back with you," the berserker mumbled between ravaging kisses.  Despite being on a mission and not back home in the castle, they were together, and Saix couldn't wait for this moment, his hands sneaking up the brunette's shirt, feeling along his back and pressing against him.  They were surely ill-prepared, but Zexion could take it, and they both knew from experience that Zexion wasn't a stranger to pain, nor was he entirely averse to it. Pinning the smaller figure to the ground, his hand moved to the front of his chest, tweaking, pinching, and pulling a sensitive nipple, which elicited a seductive moan.

 

Growling, Saix pushed Zexion's shirt up, lapping and nipping at exposed skin, bright red patches appearing.

 

“Saix,” a voice hissed, though whether it was in reprimand or encouragement to continue was hard to decipher. Taking it as the latter the berserker continued to push the shirt up, pushing off the jacket and pulling the shirt free of the brunette's arms before letting wolf yellow eyes rove over the slender form, perfectly and delicately muscled. He was thin but deceivingly strong, especially for as small and young as he was. Not that Saix ever cared. Eliciting a short cry, mingling with a faint moan and accompanying a twisting body, Zexion's fingers wove into light blue hair, trying to tug the hot mouth away from ravaging his sensitive nipples. He only managed to make the other nobody hold on tighter, almost painfully biting down, simultaneously caressing his tongue to make up for the pang of hurt spreading like a web on location. Saix made pain feel good, and at first Zexion had worried he'd become a masochist, but he didn't bother to be concerned now; Saix would have his way with him, if it so pleased the stronger man, and if he wanted to be rough, there was hardly any way to stop him.

 

Zexion had learned before in the past that, the use of defensive tactics and trying to confuse or avert him usually made things worse. Saix too, had learned to close his eyes and feel out the truth. His senses might have been muddled, but he was bull headed and stubborn enough to stick to what he wanted and see through Zexion's ruses, and, he had been able to learn what the younger nobody really liked in bed. Saix had the pleasure to teach him to like new things also, and he loved giving it to him. Heated lips followed where clothing was removed, short muffled cries resounding through the limbs of the surrounding trees, falling short of any ears that might be passing by or listening intently. Saix pressed against a flush body, the grass cool in the night, the slight breeze making him shiver pleasantly as he felt hands roam up his back, his name being whispered.

 

“I missed you.” Murmuring in Zexion's ear, he settled down more, just enjoying the feeling of bare skin pressed to bare skin, the serenity of being alone together.

 

Zexion nuzzled against Saix's neck. The berserker really could be sweet when he was with him, and quite compassionate. He could be wrapped up in himself at times too, wanting his own comfort at the expense of others, and he wasn't always very conscious of what others wanted or needed, but the brunette supposed that could be expected, and he was all right with it. It was a normal reaction, wasn't it? Especially for being a nobody, for someone who also lacked proper social skills. The weight pressed against him was comfortable and familiar, a broader chest rubbing against him as Saix moved, kissing lower and leaving a hot sensitive trail in his wake. Whining and wiggling beneath him, Zexion's hands worried blue hair, tangled and tugging wantonly, coaxing and protesting at the same time. He liked the touches, both gentle and rough alike, wanting to feel more, as many marks might be left behind in the process, but that only served as a reminder, ignited the memories and feelings of how pleasurable Saix could be to him.

 

“Saix….!” he gasped upon feeling a wet tongue sliding along his body, hands lifting his hips up so the berserker could get a better angle. Zexion could feel the wet appendage threatening, coming so close, and when it did he moaned, muscle working against muscle to force entry, warm breath teasing trembling skin.

 

“Mmmm,” was all Saix could manage.

 

 

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Zexion lay panting, sprawled on the grass, light blue hair splashed across his chest and shoulders, labored breath washing over his skin. His body trembled in pleasure, the evidence of their rendezvous spread across the grass in sticky threads of glistening fluid. They were dirty and sticky and sweaty and needed to shower off, a nice hot shower, then perhaps a short nap. Saix, at least, had slept earlier, before the mission and after a shower of his own, but Zexion hadn't slept in awhile and could surely use it, especially after a rather rough though enjoyable ride.

 

“S…..Saix….” the brunette managed to get the name out through gritted teeth without it sounding like a whimper. It was a long second before passionately lustful eyes looked up, and Zexion had to look away before he was entranced with desire again. Taking a deep steadying breath, he felt Saix sit up, straddling his lap and crossing his arms smugly.

 

“Yes, beautiful?” Turning back to meet a wolfish gaze and smirk, he only shook his head as he sat up, wrapping his arms around the other's neck.

 

“We need to wash off.”

 

Zexion spoke softly, but he wasn't worried about anyone finding them now, not after all the noise he had made just previously, which of course delighted the berserker to no end at the thought of being walked in on by a curious listener.

 

“There's the stream.” Making a face, the smaller man pressed his cheek to the other nobody's shoulder.

 

“I don't think we'd really want to wash up there unless we had to,” he pointed out. “I don't know how clean the water is.” Saix rolled his eyes.

 

“We could go to someone else's house and use theirs.” Although it was a sarcastic reply, the way he said it sounded like a true suggestion.

 

“We could go back to the castle and wash up.”

 

“And wind up missing something and then listen to the Superior complain and chastise us to no end,” Saix argued, something Zexion would have normally done, but he did have a point.

 

Sighing, Zexion pressed a kiss to the other's shoulder before leaning back.

 

“Then what do you propose we do, if we don't go back to the castle? Steal someone else's bath huh….” Ink blue eyes scrunched up in thought. “There should be bath houses around too.” A slender light blue brow rose.

 

“Bath houses? Hmm…. Are they open now, or should we just…. Introduce ourselves whenever we want?” Saix was grinning, making Zexion worry slightly at the given suggestion.

 

“We'll see first. It won't take us that long to wash up though, so you don't have to act like a delinquent or anything.” Saix only chuckled.

 

“If you say so…. Captain.” Reluctantly removing himself from Zexion, he stood, stretching his legs before the brunette, a hand running through his hair, and he smirked at the position, earning him a sharp pinch to the thigh.

 

“Mmm Zexy….. do it again.” Hearing an exasperated sigh, he only laughed again, pulling Zexion to wobbly feet and catching him before he could fall. “You flatter me, you know. Am I that good that I can't leave you standing?”

 

Chuckling, he kissed Zexion's temple, offering a smile.

 

“Does it matter so much if we dirty our clothing, or do I get to follow you around naked?” Frowning but regaining himself, the brunette managed to find his footing and pull away before Saix could make fun of him once more. He was a little sore, but he didn't mind it. Crouching to gather their clothing instead of bending over to tempt the berserker even more, he pushed Saix's clothes into his hands.

 

“Get dressed. We can wash clothes when we get back.”

 

“And walk around in sex stained clothes until then huh? I like the idea. It'll make everything so much more tempting.” Growling seductively, he freed one arm to pull Zexion closer, dipping in to steal a kiss. Breaking away, Zexion sighed, trying to hide his own playful smirk. Stepping away from the salacious man so he wouldn't be further assaulted or harassed, he shook out his clothing, stepping into his pants as carefully as he could, but regardless of his precautions he couldn't avoid soiling them. Pulling his shirt and jacket on with a sigh, he felt arms wrap around his waist, a hastily clothed body pressed behind him, only making things worse by staining his shirt from the inside. He only hoped it wouldn't seep through so much and be too blatant.

 

“All right, let's go, if you're dressed.” Wiggling out of Saix's grasp, he tugged on his shoes, heading back for the road, the berserker smirking the entire way behind him, eyes glued no lower than Zexion's waist line.

 

 

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They had found one that was still opening, and after tricking the people into believing his money was Chinese currency of this current era, they were allowed in. Saix had taken no time in undressing while Zexion fetched bath soap. Stepping into the warm water of the small, more private tub, Saix pulled the brunette close just as soon as he had come back, holding him against him in a hug and settling down into the hot water with a groan.

 

“This is nice.” Zexion said nothing in response, just sat back in a strong embrace, closing his eyes. He was tired, and the warm bath and the enveloping arms were comforting, lulling him towards slumber. Opening his eyes, blinking heavily, at the very least, he should wash himself off before dozing off. It wouldn't do any good to have him sleep in the tub.

 

“We should…..” he paused to hold back a yawn, “dry off and go back to the castle to change quickly. Or else one of us can run and get a change of clothes.”

 

Saix nodded in compliance.

 

“I'll go, just as soon as we're done here.” Stroking dark blue hair, the berserker's comforting only managed to tempt Zexion even further, and soon the lithe form was completely limp in his arms. Smiling softly, he glanced around, as though making sure no one had their eyes on them before proceeding to wash them both. It was harder with someone asleep in his arms, but he managed, and by the time he was done, he was sweating and pruny. Washing his face off with a hand towel, he carefully lifted Zexion out of the steaming water, holding his pink form to his body as he sat back on a bench to drip off and air dry. The air was much cool out of the tub. Brushing back wet bangs, he kissed his forehead. Zexion looked so much like a child when he slept, and it was quite adorable. Sitting for long moments in the warm room, watching Zexion sleep peacefully, he shifted, kissing his face and feeling a hand reach up for something to hold onto. Smiling softly and half sitting him up, he pulled back, a face pressed to his neck.

 

Running his fingers through wet hair once more, he reached for their towels, patting Zexion dry the best he could before getting what he could of himself. Letting go long enough to towel their hair dry, Zexion whimpered in protest, but Saix was gentle enough not to wake him.

 

“You're such an angel when you sleep. Quite the opposite of the devil you were earlier outside.” Smirking, he refused to just leave Zexion here, but they needed new clothes. Piling their dirty clothing on top of the smaller figure, cradling him in his arms, the berserker took a look around to make sure no one was watching before stepping into a door way to darkness. Back in his room, he settled Zexion down, throwing their clothing aside. Pulling things out of his drawers, he threw on some clothes before finding something small enough to fit Zexion. Shirts weren't a problem, but even with his pants, they were too long for his legs. It was quite cute once he had managed to coax all of the limbs through with little protest.

 

Picking the brunette back up, a little surprised that he was sleeping so soundly, he held him like a child, legs hooked around a narrow waist, arms gripping his neck as soon as they were draped over his shoulders. Snuggling close, Zexion remained half oblivious, having woken but deciding not to give himself away. He liked catch Saix off guard and teasing him about how see the berserker could be, despite the rude and arrogant façade he usually kept up. Taking another portal back to the Land of Dragons, he was situated outside the city, where he was sure they wouldn't be found appearing out of what might look like a black hole. Saix was okay with resting for awhile under a tree or lying back in the grass, but he would be sorely pressed if he missed something inside the city. Then again, he had reasoned that if it was that important to Xemnas, than he would have been more succinct and clear in his orders for the mission.

 

Deciding to head back into the city, carrying Zexion fairly easily, he made it to a bench where he carefully sat, leaning back to let the smaller nobody rest on him. He wouldn't let him sleep the whole time, but perhaps a few hours would suffice. The New Year's party had died down for the most part, with people making their way home, cleaning up as they went. Tomorrow would be a new beginning as the traditional celebration followed, and the berserker couldn't help but wonder, as he watched people pass by, if they would have to spend the next week or so hanging around here just to figure out what needed to be done. Curse the Chinese and their New Year's traditions!

 

 

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Zexion was still sleeping, and Saix would have been too, if a rather conspicuous man didn't keep reappearing, looking around nervously as he walked by. It was plain to see that he was up to no good, and after rolling his eyes, Saix didn't bother trying to keep up with him—until the night grew longer, the lights dimmed and the man assault a woman walking out all by herself. She tried to cry out as her mouth was covered with some cloth, after a few long seconds of struggling, she fell limp. Watching the man look around even more nervously, he dragged the body off, and finally Saix jumped up, careful as he could with Zexion. He was caught between investigating and leaving the brunette to himself. Surely this had to be some sign Xemnas had sent them, giving him his mission—finally! Shaking the smaller nobody's shoulder, he hastily tried to explain while Zexion swam back into consciousness.

 

“Hey, I'm going to check something out, okay! Hurry up!” And then Saix was gone, sprinting off towards the man who had slipped into a narrow alley. The berserker wasn't afraid for himself, and even though he didn't think he'd be gone that long, he still hated to leave Zexion behind.

 

The puzzle master, on the other hand, was also fine taking care of himself, but standing against a rag soaked in a foreign substance that spelled trouble, he had little defense, especially after the initial shock. Like the lady Saix had seen snatched off the side of the street, Zexion too was unconscious in a manner of seconds, his last thought being of how annoying it was that someone chose to pick a fight with him, whether it was on purpose or not.

 

Saix had tailed the man as far as the abbey wound, but met a dead end with a curse. Having half the mind to destroy the wall, he managed to retain his anger and let the wall stand. Looking around and waiting to see if anyone would jump out at him, it was a long moment before he slowly started to head back, glancing about for any kind of hidden doorway or window he had missed. There didn't seem to be anything. Sighing and shrugging it off, it was probably just nothing significant for his mission anyway, but by the time he had reached the street again, he thought it odd that Zexion hadn't followed. Perhaps he was still sitting on the bench, waiting for an explanation? Or maybe he had managed to meet up with the attacker and was taking him out?! Stepping out into the street, he didn't see Zexion where he had left him, and upon looking around, he didn't see him nearby either. Uneasy but not so worried yet, he checked around the place, searching over a wide diameter, but hadn't found him there either. Sitting on the bench with a huff, he wondered if perhaps the brunette had given up on him and had gone home, or maybe he would be back soon?

 

Saix had no idea, and so, he sat to wait. He hadn't waited long, perhaps a half hour at most, but just sitting there doing nothing while Zexion was in potential danger, was getting under his skin. The berserker couldn't stand it any longer—where was that damn brunette?! He'd kill him when he saw him again for playing some stupid game! Grumbling, he stood again, pacing and looking around.

 

“Okay then, Zexion,” he sneered the name, “you got me. I'll play your damn game, but when I find you….. It's gonna hurt.” Growling, he stalked off in search of the other. Saix only wished the moon were fuller.

 

But Zexion was no where close enough to hear the other's threat; he was barely even conscious, floating in between. He'd be out for another good hour or two before waking. When he did, he found he was tied up, wrists bound over his head, ankles shackled to the floor, keeping him in place. The small nobody groaned, more so in exasperation than in pain. He was a little sore, probably from being dragged around or stretched out the way he was, but at least he wasn't beaten or…. worse, and he didn't really want to think about what it could be. Although, after having any sort of relationship with Saix, Zexion didn't think it could get any worse anyway, and that was the berserker's fault. Looking around to gather his bearings, he noted that he was in what appeared to be a small room off a storage building. Didn't things like this usually happen in storage buildings or run down places?

 

From the doorway, the brunette could tell he was in a rather small complex of buildings, the main and largest building filled with crates of, what appeared to be tea, at least from a view of an open crate. It gave the place a slightly fragrant smell, amid the earthy tones and dust, but that was the least of his worries: Zexion detected noise emitting from the side closest to him, someone entering through a door, perhaps leading from a building connected to this one. He could hear voices, but didn't know what they were saying, and soon enough, they had entered the door somewhere behind him, a single person coming around either side of whatever structure he was hidden behind. His kidnappers grinned and gestured when they saw him, standing before him and asking him something, scowling when they received no answer. One of the men, the smaller of the two, though not by much, kicked Zexion in the shin, and it stung but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The second man spoke in a reprimanding tone, the first man with a pencil thin mustache seeming to fill in with an excuse. They were surely discussing some sort of plans of what to do with Zexion, but just what it was, the brunette had no idea, and didn't really care to know anyway. Was this part of Xemnas' plan?

 

After more indecipherable chatter, one of the men left, the other standing back to watch Zexion, perhaps to ensure that he wouldn't escape or try anything funny. Just what did they want with him anyway, and where was Saix? Was he even concerned? Usually the berserker would sit back and watch to see how the smaller nobody handled things, and when Saix thought Zexion needed help, or that he wasn't doing something `the right way,' then the blue haired man would step in and lend a hand. But where was he now? Was he trying to figure things out, or was he sitting on the bench they had left, sulking because he, Zexion, was gone? Sometimes, he could be so unpredictable.

 

 

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On the contrary, Saix was actually getting worried. He had searched the town the better part of the last hour or so, and he had yet to find anything. The moon, though it was scarcely half full, had given him a good scope of the city and beyond, being able to see wherever silvery blankets of rays fell, but he still had to search the nooks and crannies, and anywhere inside. That left a lot of options open, and he was more than happy to complain about it. Standing defiantly with a huff, Saix looked over a building, the bath house they had used earlier, and he couldn't help but yawn and stretch. When he looked again, the bath house wasn't a bath house anymore. It looked like….well, something else, another building, or a series of buildings anyway. Blinking, a bit confused, he murmured to himself.

 

“What the hell? I know this…. Oh!” The berserker nearly laughed when he put it together. Zexion must have found him or smelled him or something, and was trying to tell him where he was.

 

“I can play your games too,” Saix chuckled softly, smirking and deviously studying the building until it faded back into the image of the bath house. So now he knew what the place Zexion was staying in looked like, at least from about one and a half angles, now he just had to find it. Although he had a lead, the berserker swore and grumbled to himself as he looked around at the nondescript buildings and how they all seemed the same.

 

“How the hell am I supposed to find you if all the damn buildings look the same?” he scoffed and growled, arms folded over his chest as he pouted. Thinking for a moment, he recalled what the building looked like convoking the moonlight to aid him while the silvery half orb was still around. The angle was different, but he easily enough found the buildings, tossed in shadows. They weren't far from the bath house, and it frustrated him even more that he managed to miss the complexes.

 

With a reference point marked, he didn't bother being discreet as he vanished in a puff of smoke and swirling darkness, reappearing in front of the building that supposedly housed Zexion, now that he knew where it was. Looking over the main building in grim detail, he eyed the shadows, in case anyone fishy lurked around the corner, waiting for him to take another step before attacking. Just how had they managed to defeat and run off with Zexion anyway? Even in his sleep the brunette was dangerous to try and attack. Not too concerned, he sensed movement as he pushed aside the door, stepping into the stuffy building. Let them come, Saix silently smirked, and we'll see how well you stand up to the wrath of a berserker.

 

In the other room, Zexion was still hanging around, waiting for Saix to lend him a hand, a bit unnerved since he figured out his kidnappers thought he was a young girl and had plans that would reveal his true gender. The woman from before had been a setup to successfully lure Zexion's apparent `boyfriend' away so the men could steal his `girlfriend.' It had all been a ploy, nothing but acting, and the lady was entirely unharmed. Zexion had seen her come in earlier, seen drugs swapped, and now that the deal was complete, the Chinese men intended to have their fun. They'd be hard pressed to learn the puzzle master's true gender, and that was something he didn't have to hide behind a hoax. The men suddenly stopped, withdrew silently back into the shadows, using hand gestures to communicate, and the best the small brunette could garner was that someone was here, an intruder.

 

He could smell him, past the tea and the draft of cool air that seeped in, past the smell of body odor and disgusting carnal desire, and though Saix wasn't any better when he lusted after the smaller nobody, it was a welcomed scent, unique only to Saix. Unsure if he should act annoyed that the berserker took so long, or relieved that he had a little help on his side, he played it neutral.

 

“Damn, it took long enough Zexion. You better not be sitting back here enjoying a cup of tea,” Saix complained, more talking to himself than having noticed Zexion. He paused just inside the doorway, knowing that he was being tailed and targeted and knowing too, that other men lay in wait for him in this room. The berserker could sense Zexion's presence before he ever saw him, and a smile spread across his face.

 

“This one goes out to the man I adore.” And without further ado, Saix summoned his claymore, the hesitancy from the kidnappers in the room almost as tangible as the dust on the floor. Rolling his eyes, he gave his weapon a good swing.

 

“Do you honestly think you're invisible?” Saix teased, dripping sarcasm. “Really, you give yourself too much credit.”

 

With another step forward, weapon at the ready and hovering behind for a good swing, faint footsteps could be heard as the men shifted. Even compared to the soldiers and warriors of the era in this city, the Chinese kidnappers were no more than thieves and thugs, bullies who knew a few cheap tricks. They couldn't stand up to Saix for more than a hit or two, especially if they made him mad, but for all they knew, his sword was just a fancy show piece to wave around. Foolishly decided to attack, the men in front showed themselves, only after throwing out a couple home made smoke bombs. They stayed quiet as they spread out, surrounding both Saix and Zexion, covering the exits, keeping their captors from escaping and giving them easy exits if the battle wasn't in their favor.

 

“Zexion, just what did you get yourself into?” Saix sighed, but it was hardly a complaint, more so a whimsically rhetorical statement. There wasn't much room to move, but with a few kicks, he had tripped a few men, his claymore collecting power from the moon, having to angle the blade low to catch the scattered rays from a small window.

 

Biding his time, he decided to end it all, batting aside attacks with his weapon and with a free arm, ducking under punches and managing to avoid thrown knives and daggers. These men meant business, and so did Saix. Zexion, on the other hand, watched calmly amid the smoke, letting Saix do all the work instead of creating some chaos and confusion to help aid him. The berserker knew the other nobody's way of battle well enough, but it didn't dismiss the fact that Saix still fell for some of the brunette's tricks—a lot of the brunette's tricks. Smiling smugly to himself, deep blue eyes watched as the claymore grew in brilliance, sparkling with power until Saix unleashed it. Shockwaves washed over him, making him shudder and groan, biting at his nerves and setting boxes toppling to the floor, tea spilling over one of the men knocked off his feet. Several other men had entered to join the fray, while smoke filled the room, and now they lay in a heap on the floor, knocked over by the force, overtaken by the power of the moon and knocked unconscious when their heads bounced on the hardwood floor.

 

Panting and dusting himself off as he searched for any survivors, the smoke wafting away and out of the room, Saix nodded, his work done. Or was it? Dismissing his claymore and approaching Zexion, he stood back to admire the work.

 

“Ah, you're all bound up and waiting just for me. You know, Zexion, if you wanted to play rescue the princess jus for a honeymoon night, you could have told me earlier in the forest that you wanted another round.” Flushing slightly at the thought and the memory, the brunette glared instead.

 

“Yeah, thanks for helping me out. My hands are going numb, so either find a key to unlock me or find another way to get me out of this.” Frowning, Saix made a face and looked at the prone bodies lying on the floor, sighing at the thought of having to search them all for a key. He was more interested in Zexion anyway.

 

Taking advantage of the situation, as expected, the taller nobody moved closer, brushing dark bangs out of a boyish face, smiling softly down at an icy cold demeanor and pressing closer. Zexion was stretched out in the most tempting way, and if it hadn't been for the fact they were in a storage room of tea with the break of dawn of a few hours away and a pile of unconscious men on the floor, Saix would have definitely insisted on trying out the brunette's new bondage technique.

 

“Saix, my hands and feet are going numb…” Zexion chided, easily recognizing the reluctance to set him free, the rosy look lavishing yellow eyes and the delicate fingers that tickled his skin, caressing his cheek and deceptively putting him at ease. Saix's soft side was quite desirable.

 

“Saix!” the brunette warned as tender lips traveled along the length of his neck, looking for the perfect place to stop, one hand searching under the other's shirt along his waistband, the other hand smoothing along a thigh.

 

“Shhh….” The berserker nipped at pale skin, wanting just a minute or two of fun before he had to give the other's mobility back. Sure, Zexion could have a mean bite when he wanted, but Saix also knew how to push his buttons.

 

Biting back a vicious remark, the brunette found him stuttering a gasp instead, unable to defend himself as a hand felt easily between forcefully spread legs. Zexion moaned beautifully, making him shiver with want, but if they got into anything kinky, it would be later. Saix didn't know who frequented this place or what other gangs were hanging around, or how long the guys on the floor would be knocked out.

 

“Mmmm Zexion, I know you want me now, but you have to be patient. Let me get you out, so I can tie you up somewhere more fitting, then we'll see how much fun we can have,” Saix murmured deeply in the other's ear, eliciting a sardonic look, tinged with lasciviousness. Not bothering to reply, Zexion waited patiently with a faint blush on his cheeks for Saix to free him. After searching, grumbling, and smarmy remarks, Saix pulled out the unconscious body of the larger man Zexion had originally seen, tearing free the key attached to an inner pocket of his shirt. Lip curled in disgust as he kicked the man aside, he unlocked Zexion's feet, massaging and feeling up his legs, since smooth pale skin was covered and unable to be kissed. Pulling the chain that connected to the ropes that bound the brunette, he pulled it through the loop, letting the chain hang, still connected to the bar above.

 

Catching Zexion as he stumbled, wrists still trapped, he frowned when the rope didn't give, having to tug and chafe Zexion's wrists before he was able to just barely squeeze it over. With the smaller nobody rubbing his hands and wrists, they left the warehouse, taking a portal back to the woods outside the city.

 

“I've had enough of this place already,” Zexion sighed in complaint. Saix grinned, pressing the brunette to the nearest tree and wedging a knee between the puzzle master's legs.

 

“Not me.” Carefully taking Zexion's hands to pet and smooth over, he sought out plush lips before a protest could be heard, and soon enough the smaller man was wrapped comfortably in the berserker's arms, one leg hooked over Saix's hip. He wanted the comfort and closeness, not necessarily the sex of the pleasure of sex, but there was no stopping Saix. Besides, their clothes were still dirty from before, and just the way Saix touched him set his body on fire. The sun was rising by the time they collapsed against each other, arms encircling a narrow waist in a strong embrace, toes curled in pleasure, and mouths open wide with a moan.

 

 

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It was later in the day, back at the castle with Saix tracing lazy patterns over Zexion's shoulder blades and back, the both of them lying comfortably under the covers of Saix's bed after a rather long shower. Zexion had plenty of new marks, and both of them were tired and intent on taking a nap, but their peace was soon disturbed.

 

“Saix!” a voice called loudly, just outside the door before, in a plume of darkness, appeared the Superior, arms crossed, amber eyes glaring, and lips thinly pursed.

 

“Saix…. I waited a whole day and more only to find you wrapped up in your fantasies. Explain why you failed your mission, or have you merely failed to report to me? Keeping me waiting is no game, if I should remind you.” Saix loved to anger Xemnas, but this time he was honestly not the one at fault.

 

“Oh Superior, I'm sorry, but I was much too busy trying to figure out what you wanted me to do; therefore I was unable to actually do whatever it is you wanted me to do.” Teeth grinding, voice in check, yellow clashed with orange, competing for authority.

 

“Oh my…. Did you bother to even check your pockets?” Xemnas retorted more amused that Saix had wasted all that time and had been through what he had, all for a simple chore. Cocking a bemused brow that only made the berserker glower in confusion and apprehension, the Organization's leader left the room with a smirk. Sighing in frustration, Saix curled up next to Zexion an arm thrown around him, but he couldn't help but wonder what the whole mission was about. Laying for a few tense moments, he growled in exasperation, throwing the covers off to find his pants and check the pockets. Saix snarled in rage when he found the little piece of paper with the script “Buy more Tea.” Needless to say, whether the whole thing had been set up or not, he didn't know, but he'd blame it on Xemnas anyway. Stalking over to the bed, unintentionally directing his glare to questioning blue eyes, he clambered back under the sheets, straddling Zexion and rolling him over to hold him possessively close, grumbling as he vented his displeasure through kisses and bites. Zexion didn't complain though. His secret was kept, after all, and it was fitting punishment enough; besides… Saix would never know.