Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Gambling Series ❯ The Leaning Tower of Jenga ( Chapter 10 )

Xemnas had been sitting there minding his own business when Saix walked timidly into the common room, glaring at the Superior and daring him to try something while he was there. Smirking at the reaction of his pet, he sat back on the couch, lounging and watching him search the desks on the other side of the room for something. Saix didn't like to admit it, but there were times when he couldn't resist the Superior, and of course when Xemnas started something and decided to push his buttons a little, it often led to other things, and that was probably why the berserker hated the tan man so much; because he, Saix, was taken advantage of, and he couldn't <i>stand</i> that. Needless to say, it was quite amusing.

 

“Oh Saix! What are you looking for?” Xemnas called out, knowing he would have to be answered or else it would be pried from Saix's mouth. He didn't particularly care what the berserker was up to, but it was so much fun torturing him, especially when Saix decided to bite back.

 

There was no reply right away, amber eyes bearing into the back of the other's T-shirt.

 

“Something.” At least he had chosen to respond, but it wasn't what Xemnas was looking for. The Superior leaned forward from his seat on the worn cloth couch.

 

“Wrong answer,” he smirked, standing and stretching. He wouldn't be very intimidating until he got closer. Rolling his eyes, Saix closed the desk drawer, not finding what he wanted and turned around just in time to come nose to nose with Xemnas, arms pinning him to the desk. Making a face, almost like a snarl, he crossed his arms, trying to put more space between him and Superior.

 

“What's wrong? Haven't found it yet? I might know where it is, if you would tell me,” Xemnas nearly purred, leaning closer to force Saix back. He loved to intimidate, but the berserker was good at games like that too. Unfortunately for Saix, however, he didn't want to be so physically close to Xemnas, especially close enough to feel his breath on him.

 

“I doubt it.”

 

“Try me.” Saix bit his lip, defiant until the end. If he told Xemnas, he'd never live it down.

 

“I'm looking for a good reason to annoy you,” Saix retorted, showing his distaste and shouldering past Xemnas, who scowled at his back.

 

“Oh? Then let's play a game.” The berserker didn't have to turn to see the evil smirk on the other nobody's face; he could hear the deviousness well enough in his voice. Cursing his luck, he threw a dirty look over his shoulder.

 

“I don't want to play one of your insidious games,” he spat, arms still crossed, and he proceeded to find something better to do, to get back to Zexion's room and hide in his arms.

 

“Too bad. I'm bored, and you <i>said</i> you wanted to find something to annoy me, so what better way than to listen to me and do as I say?” Xemnas was standing not far behind Saix, passing calmly by and leaving the berserker with a pinch, growling at open invitation to wage war. As far as Saix was concerned, if Xemnas was going to bite, then it would damn well bite back.

 

“Fine. What kind of pansy-assed game are we supposed to play?” the scarred man fumed as he sat on the couch Xemnas had been occupying, plopping his feet on the coffee table. It didn't matter what it was called, it made him shiver to think Xemnas could come up with stuff just because he was bored.

 

“I call it Jenga Extreme.” The Superior set the box he had pulled out of a cabinet down on the coffee table by Saix's feet, opening the game box and pulling out all the little wooden pieces.

 

“Oh God. <i>Extreme?</i> What's that supposed to mean?” The berserker grumbled as he watched Xemnas set it up. He didn't have to comply and try to help or anything. Besides, it was against his will, so why set up his own gallows? The reply made Xemnas smirk, pleased.

 

“Don't worry, Saix. You'll see.” Grinning wolfishly, he finished making a tower out of the rectangular blocks. “Ladies first.” Saix just snorted and rolled his eyes, finding a smirk of his own.

 

“Then go on ahead. I'm still waiting.” Xemnas chuckled at his brass.

“Well, if you're going to stay up there and refuse to play, I'll pull one for you. Just don't complain if you don't like the one I pick.”

 

Grinning and laughing deviously, caramel colored fingers hovered over the tower, deciding which one to choose while Saix involuntarily held his breath without knowing. A perfectly cut wooden block slid out and Xemnas' amber eyes held a dark yellow gaze a moment before flicking down to read what had been written on the block.

 

“Here,” the darker nobody tossed the Jenga block at Saix. “You can ask me anything you want.” Picking up the block, he looked at it to make sure it was what Xemnas had indeed suggested, and it was. At least he wasn't playing dirty….for now.

 

“Do you enjoy torturing people like this?” Of course he knew the answer, but who said he had to ask something interesting? It wasn't like he wanted to know anything intimate or otherwise of Xemnas. Who cared what his favorite color was anyway?”

 

“Why yes I do. Especially when it's you, Saix.” Practically glowing with his mirth, Xemnas reached for his own block, taking an easy one off the top.

 

“Ooh.”

 

Saix didn't like the sound of that. As he eyed the Superior, Xemnas set the block down, rounding the table and settling himself on the couch next to Saix, stroking his shoulder.

 

“Do I get to know what this one says?” Saix tried defensively, trying not to amuse Xemnas by moving away or wiggling too much.

 

“Nope.” Sighing and growling, he felt hands find the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it up to expose a pale belly. Avoiding the blush that crept to his cheeks, he caught Xemnas' hands.

 

“What the hell?! I'm pretty sure it didn't say to strip me, and if it did, I'm gonna take this Jenga game and—”

 

“A strip tease hmm…. It could be in there somewhere, since I wrote them all myself.”

 

“—where you'll never be able to play it again!”

 

“Oh be still, I'm <i>just</i> taking your shirt.”

 

“Still my ass….” Struggling, Saix on managed to have his shirt pulled up more. Needless to say his futile attempts only left the Superior bemused and he held onto the twisted shirt, refusing to relinquish his hold for any reason. By the time he had pulled it off, at least able to avoid pulling out any of Saix's hair, the berserker was huffing while his leader held his T-shirt in one hand above him tauntingly.

 

“I love how flustered you look. Maybe I should wrestle the rest of your clothes off.” Chuckling, Xemnas sat back down in his seat, Saix's shirt on the table. Huffing and growling in response, Saix sat up, running a clawed hand through his hair to try and held fix his composure as he held back his anger. Two could play at that game. If Xemnas was going to enjoy it and be sadistic, then Saix would be bull headed enough to ignore the whole purpose of the game (to get on the berserker's nerves) and start fighting fire with fire.

 

“Fine whatever. My turn, right?” Picking his own block, he frowned, not really sure if it was a good or bad thing. “Lose a turn.” If he was playing with Xemnas, and Xemnas alone, like he was now, then losing a turn probably wasn't the best thing, and though he didn't know what was written on them, his dearest leader had supposedly written them all, so that definitely wasn't good. How did he get stuck playing with a perverted devil like Xemnas?

 

Still wearing that smug smile, the tan nobody chose another brick, near the bottom, carefully sliding it out to read before grinning wider. Saix had given up being skittish or intimidated, since it only served to amuse Xemnas and give the beguiling man what he wanted. Should he bother asking? Not that it would have mattered…. This was Xemnas, and if he wanted to make something up he would. Then again, if he had written the actions for the blocks, why make anything up? Saix didn't start holding his breath until Xemnas was practically settled in his lap, holding onto his chin with one hand, supporting himself on the couch with his other and staring like he knew something the berserker didn't, a triumphant smile of victory. Like Xemnas could win that easily! Saix wasn't expecting his mouth to be forced open and a tongue slipped in. Did the wooden brick really say for Xemnas to molest his mouth? Eliciting a muffled sound of protest, Xemnas eased up a little more, giving Saix the chance to kiss back, not that he was trying to or anything. The hand trailed down the berserker's neck, fingertips just barely brushing, tracing a bare collarbone and started to head down a bare white chest by the time Saix had managed to gain some control and push Xemnas off. Wiping his mouth and wincing, his lips had been bitten hard enough to drawn blood, and though the blue haired man had tried biting back, it had been in vain.

 

Licking his lips decidedly, Xemnas settled beside Saix to choose his next tile. Xemnas nearly laughed as he handed Saix the block to read, the script saying whoever picked it was allowed to repeat a previous action from something already chosen, whether that person had done it or someone else.

 

“I think I want another kiss, Saix.” Inhaling to help prepare himself for any more physical damage or pain from fierce biting, there wasn't much else Saix could do; Xemnas was coaxing him back onto the couch and kissing him forcefully before anything could be muttered. The berserker couldn't avoid the bruising kiss, but the less he struggled, the nicer it seemed to become. With the Superior laying atop him, one cool hand on his waist but thankfully not threatening to attempt to take off his pants or anything, the other caressed his cheek, combing through blue hair. Once he was more relaxed—the darker nobody in no hurry to stop kissing him—he couldn't help but whine softly when the cut on his lip was suckled on.

 

Breathing heavily, lips glistening with saliva, Saix managed to open his eyes in a slight daze, Xemnas sitting over him with dark kiss stained lips, still looking as smug as ever. Flustering slightly and sitting up to push Xemnas back, he wiped the wetness from his lips, but he couldn't wipe away the feeling of his leader kissing him and caressing his tongue with the other's. Laughing quietly, darkly, Xemnas watched with slightly hazy eyes as the other nobody chose a tile, distracting them both from what happened.

 

“What the hell kind of game is this?” the berserker nearly cried in distress. It wasn't that he had to do something suggestive or horrible, but the thought of it alone was bad enough.

 

“Aww what is it the big bad berserker can't do hmmm?” Xemnas leaned over inappropriately close to look, snickering when he saw. “Ahh, something that might ruin your reputation huh? Well, I'm waiting.” Xemnas held his arms open, smiling widely and trying not to laugh, eyes daring Saix not to do it. Rolling wolfish yellow eyes and huffing, at least he didn't have to do something as degrading as dropping his drawers for Xemnas or dance for him.

 

Leaning over, he could try to pretend it was Zexion, right? That should help a little bit anyway. Not entirely sure how he wanted to do this, he ended up barely getting his arms around a creamy brown neck before he was pressed closer, strong arms wrapping around him, encircling the bare half of his body. Fingers traced over scars as Xemnas hugged him close, the berserker sitting there, rather tense, staring at the wall and wishing death upon it, as though it were the wall's fault this was happening. Like before, Xemnas seemed intent to hug Saix for awhile, and like last time, once Saix had relaxed, merely waiting for the hug to be over, he felt hands smooth along his back, making him tense again, but it wasn't because he was trying to stay out of the touch's reach, rather the opposite. It made him shiver. Maybe it was the thought of someone with so much power as Xemnas controlling and dominating that seemed appealing, the fact that he could challenge that power and see how far he could get, although in the end, it always wound up with him, Saix, submitting to that power. As warm fingers danced closer to the berserker's pant line, the blue haired man pulled back.

 

“Okay, enough mushy stuff, you sap.” Gaze averted, mostly because he was trying not to react to the warm body or the sadistic though of how pleasurably Xemnas could hurt him, Saix scooted back over his seat closer to the armrest, one leg carefully folded over the other.

 

Saix was stubborn alright, but when he was given enough time not to be on guard, he was very responsive. Wondering if perhaps Zexion wasn't giving Saix enough pleasure, Xemnas went ahead with his turn, sighing softly when he read the block.

 

“How boring, it's a freebie.” The leader continued to explain when he received a cocked brow of question. “It means if I have to do something and I don't feel like it, I can use the freebie in place.” Yellow eyes rolled sardonically as if to say, `Like there's anything you <i>wouldn't</i> do.' As his mind wandered, asking how long this game would last, no longer in the mood to play or be defiant, Saix carefully chose a tile on the end, making sure the Jenga tower didn't collapse. Taking one glance at it, he threw the brick aside.

 

“I refuse.” Collecting it, if only to read what it said as Saix pouted, Xemnas bent to pick it up and return to the couch.

 

“Braid you hair?” He laughed. It might have sounded stupid, but it was amusing at the time, and it still was, especially because Saix was making a huge deal out of it. “Aww, Saix, some men look good with braided hair.

 

“I don't want to know,” the berserker huffed, trying to hide his own coy smile. “Besides, I don't know how to braid.” Xemnas only scoffed.

 

“Figures that much. Then let me show you.”

 

Slipping a hair tie off his wrist that hadn't been there before, Xemnas also pulled a hair brush out of his pocket, both of them obviously appearing through nothingness. Pulling away, Saix fiercely shook his head.

 

“There's no way in hell I'd let you braid my hair!” the moon obsessed nobody snarled, pushing Xemnas back and half falling over the couch. But Xemnas easily pounced, knocking the breath out of Saix and knowing he could stand worse than almost a couple hundred pounds of weight thrown on him.

 

“Get… off… me!”

 

“Come now, Saix. If you didn't struggle so much, it would make everything so much easier! Besides, what if Zexion liked you with braided hair, hmm?” Flustering at the mention of Zexion liking braided hair, he vehemently spat his reply.

 

“To hell with that! I'm not going to look like an idiot even if it does turn him on!” Xemnas laughed.

 

“You're blushing so hard! I bet you would.” Teasing, he still laughed, taking in a deep breath to calm himself. “Do I really need to tame you, Saix? After all, it's just a game, nothing to get worked up over.” The Superior had his suspicions, of course, but he wouldn't say anything unless he knew for sure.

 

“This won't take long if you just sit still, and if you really don't like it, you can take it out. Here, I won't even braid all of your hair. How about that?” As often as Xemnas could worry about reputation, braiding hair didn't seem very manly, that was for sure. Saix hated how selective his boss was about his behavior. Even though it didn't matter in the end, the berserker complained the whole time. Letting himself be flipped over, Xemnas sitting on him and brushing back his hair, he eventually fell silent, keeping himself from shivering at the light touches through his hair. Saix loved it when Zexion's slender white fingers ran through his hair, but this wasn't Zexion, and try as he might, he couldn't stop a very faint shudder from escaping. He hated Xemnas, especially when the Superior found some sort of way to get to him, to make something feel good while the scarred man was trying to be spiteful. It was just so much harder to glare when he only wanted to moan. Putting up with Xemnas braiding his bangs back to join the larger, thicker braid down the top of his head to his neck, a thin blanket of light blue not braided in brushing over his shoulders. As soon as he felt their leader tying his hair back in completion, he shrugged the hands off, still half sitting there on his elbows, pouting.

 

“Aww Saix, you're just so beautiful.” Laughing as he teased, it didn't last long as Xemnas reached for his own Jenga block, comfortable where he was sitting on Saix. The blue haired man flustered faintly, a nice rosy color as he contemplated how this had happened, why the Fates were against him. He hadn't wanted to put his hair up, not really, but since Zexion had asked to retrieve a rather embarrassing something that was thought to be in the desk in the common room, he couldn't avoid thinking that maybe this was for the better too, since he was taking so long in returning to the small brunette. Zexion had wanted a pair of pink hair clips to pull Saix's bangs bang, and after much arguing and debating, the berserker had finally agreed that he would get them and allow Zexion to put his hair back for him. He didn't see why though, other than to let the boy make fun of him for it, and now here he was, lying on the floor after letting Xemnas braid his hair. Zexion had better as hell like it, `cause it wasn't about to last long.

 

“Why do I have to do all the work here?” Sighing, Xemnas set the Jenga block down, cracking his knuckles and wiggling atop the muscular body below to get a better seat, cool hands pressed to a warm back, forcing Saix to lay on the ground.

 

Saix asked before he could even stop himself.

 

“What the hell is this?” he spoke in agitation, but he didn't get a reply. Trying to get up again, he was only pushed to the floor, again and again.

 

“If you would lie still and enjoy it, you would find out a lot sooner.” It was weird to hear Xemnas' voice so patient, albeit firm and even. Grumbling something about making Xemnas lay half naked on the floor with three hundred pounds on him and if he'd like it, Saix buried his face in his arms, tensing up when hands squeezed and massaged his shoulders. It felt good and it wasn't exactly painful… no, painful wasn't the word he would describe it with. Xemnas used enough pressure to make him grunt with the exertion, bringing forth a wince or two from Saix. At least the looser the berserker grew the less force the Superior used, and after warm hands rolled over tender muscle, feeling the ridges of Saix's back enough times, it turned into more of a back rub. Saix lay limply, not wanting to move. It had, for the most part, felt good, even if Xemnas was no pro, and it had left him limber.

 

“You should stretch a little bit. Not too much, but you should.” Xemnas wasn't sitting on him anymore, the familiar weight Saix had grown accustomed to gone before he could complain about it again.

 

“Mmh,” was the scarred man's only reply before he managed to sit himself up, rolling his shoulders, stretching his arms and making sure his back was still properly aligned.

 

“Good, now was that so difficult?” the Superior asked in a deceivingly innocent voice. Was he up to something? The berserker just grunted in reply.

 

“I'm tired of playing.” Stretching and standing, Saix, grabbed his shirt, putting it back on, and looking at Xemnas, a little unsure about just leaving, especially because, although he hadn't entirely enjoyed the game, he couldn't deny the fact Xemnas had hit a few pleasurable chords—not that he <i>wanted</i> the Superior to find out and abuse them, like he had done in the past.

 

“Aww Saix, but you can't just <i>leave</i> like that.”

 

“Heh. Watch me,” the blue haired nobody with braids in his hair retorted, flipping his hair over his shoulder and pivoting on his heel towards the common room door. If Saix wasn't going to play nice, than neither was he. Xemnas stalked quickly behind the other, grabbing his arm and stepping in close when the man with yellow eyes whirled around to face the assault.

 

“Let's finish our game, Saix.” Wolfish eyes narrowed, glowering back. He considered himself tolerant most of the time, but he could only be nice for so long.

 

“I don't want to finish, <i>Superior</i>,” the berserker sneered, not wanting to back down but wanting to get away.

 

“Then I'll finish, but you'll regret it.” A smirk played on the leader's lips. “Trust me, I know what I wrote on those blocks and I remember them well.” His voice was soft and cool, using that dangerous tone when things weren't going exactly his way. Saix scowled, turning away again, but the strong grip on him wouldn't let up, fingers bruising the more he twisted and turned. Pulling Saix back into the room, away from the door and anything he could grab onto, he managed to throw the obstinate berserker to the ground, quickly dropping to his knees to try and pin him, but the other man wouldn't let the Superior get him that easily. Bucking and thrashing, he managed to sweep Xemnas over with a leg, crying out in surprise when he felt a bite on his thigh. The darker nobody played dirty, but so could Saix. Tearing his leg free and knocking into the table as he tried to escape, the tower of blocks shuddered, tempted to give way and collapse.

 

“If you knock them down Saix, you have to do them all,” Xemnas called tauntingly, grabbing onto a leg to help knock Saix down, tripping him up and this time, the table did knock over, scattering wooden blocks everywhere.

 

“Like hell if I do. This game ended too long ago. I'm not playing! And if you want to finish, you can do it to yourself!” the scarred nobody grunted and growled, kicking to get away. Where was the moon when he needed it?

 

“Ooh, but I bet you'd like it if I did.” Saix could feel teeth biting into his back as Xemnas clawed his way up to him, the berserker trying desperately to get over the couch and maybe throw the Superior off of him and over the back of the sofa.

 

“What the hell do you want from me?” Saix bit out through grit teeth, pulling himself up with the leader firmly attached, the couch nearly begging to tip over.

 

“I thought the Superior off of him and over the back of the sofa.

 

“What the hell do you want from me?” Saix bit out through grit teeth, pulling himself up with the leader firmly attached, the couch nearly begging to tip over.

 

“I thought <i>you</i> were trying to annoy me, but it looks like you failed your mission. How sad.”

 

Xemnas feigned sorrow, mocking Saix as he grabbed a fistful of shirt to bring himself up behind the other, biting into an exposed shoulder as the shirt was pulled in ways it shouldn't have been stretched.

 

“Perverted son of a—”

 

“You're so dull, Saix. It's shameful, really.” The berserker was at a loss though; if he gave into the Superior, he would just be bowing to his whims again, and he really didn't want to give into him that way, but if he fought back, he'd only be amusing Xemnas as well, so what was he supposed to do. At least when he was submissive, the Superior might tease him for it, but giving him a cold shoulder would ruin his mood. Maybe he could leave sooner then…. Damn bastard always had to win didn't he? Slumping against the couch, Saix let himself be pulled down, hands wandering dangerously close to places he only let Zexion touch, and he was pressed to the couch, face down, Xemnas still hovering over him.

 

“Let's see then. Where should we start?” Leaning over to pick up a block, the Superior looked it over, not that it would have mattered what it said, or if Xemnas was even telling the truth when he read it. Saix didn't care at this point, just trying to get through it. He had been gone too long from Zexion, and surely the brunette had figured something had happened. Maybe the berserker found something better to do than Zexion? Yeah right…. Like he wanted to stay with Xemnas and be tortured from a game that was supposed to be silly and kill time.

 

“It says you get to tell me what to do,” Xemnas purred in Saix's ear.

 

“Hmph.” The pinned man was silent for a moment. “Get the hell off me.” The reply elicited a frown from the Superior.

 

“That's not how you ask something from someone who's sitting on top of you.” Saix just snorted. Xemnas should have been glad that was all he had said.

 

“If you don't tell me, I'm going to make it up.”

 

“I told you, dammit, I want you to get the hell off me.”

 

“Ah ah ah! And I told you that's not how you ask someone. You should show more manners, Saix. No wonder no one likes you, ordering people around like that.” Snickering, Xemnas, tossed aside the block, fingers brushing down the other's back, finding the hem of his shirt to lift up before settling his entire weight on the berserker. Shivering slightly as the fingers tickled his sides, he managed to fight back against wiggling, knowing that he might be tickled and able to avoid it by concentrating on not reacting. But it wasn't as though Xemnas' aim was to tickle Saix, just to get his shirt off again and just as soon as the yellow eyed nobody was half naked again the Superior took advantage of him.

 

Saix liked teeth, but Zexion was usually too submissive and passive to use teeth. Xemnas made up for it though, nibbling along Saix's shoulder to his neck, pulling back his hair to leave a nice vampiric mark along a slender neck, drawing out a soft moan for his efforts. Although he was, in a sense, `taming' his organization members, Xemnas wouldn't be cruel without at least making up for it, and despite not feeling as though he had been particularly cruel, he decided to show Saix his `love' to make up for it. Pinching, his hands felt their way up a pale muscular body, finding room between bare flesh and cloth couch to caressing. Smoothing over warm skin, caramel colored hands found dusky nipples to pinch and twist, rubbing with the pain until the berserker was biting back soft whimpers, cursing between his teeth and trying not to let his body betray him. He liked the pain though, and couldn't help but subconsciously give the Superior more room to molest him. He hated his boss so much.

 

Xemnas, on the other hand, enjoyed the noises he was hearing, glad to know that he was the one that was making Saix elicit those noises, those faint simpering sounds, coaxing him to keep going, asking without words to pleasure him more. And the Superior was more than happy to comply.

 

“Does it feel good?” he asked as he lapped at a bite mark, bright red and nearly drawing blood. The thought that Zexion could easily see and tell what happened crossed his mind, but he nonchalantly shrugged it off. It wasn't <i>his</i> fault that Saix was so pleadingly subordinate.

 

“Mm…nnng.” It was a cross between a suppressed groan and a growl as Xemnas suckled heatedly on the bruised spot his mouth left behind. Moving to an ear, Saix felt the teeth tugging gently and making him shift below Xemnas, making him give up his defenses and leaving him vulnerable. If he had to put up with this, it wasn't going to be lying prone on the couch, unable to do anything back. Shrugging the stubborn Superior away, he rolled over and flustered at the position with his legs spread wide and Xemnas nestled between, smirking.

 

The darker skinned nobody descended on him again, warm slick tongue flicking out across his ear, hand holding down Saix's arm in case he protested. The berserker wiggled trying so hard not to be affected, to not give in. A hand slid along his chest, a hot mouth seeking his once again, and he couldn't protest, lips parting before his hazy brain could even sort things out. Why did he have to be so responsive? Was it because he liked it when it hurt, that he liked someone else dominating him, someone with power, and because he never got that—it was established long ago that at best Zexion would give into Saix, not the other way around—that made it so much better? Xemnas was demanding but surprising gentle, and though Saix liked the gentleness of, say, a certain brunette, it was torture to get him excited by being brutal and then switching to a bi-polar tenderness. Biting back to keep Xemnas on the offensive, he earned an unmerciful nip to his cut lip in reply, moaning and whimpering softly. The berserker hadn't even paid attention to his hands, which had been tugging a Xemnas' shirt to try and find a way to take it off. If Saix was too far gone enough, he would have just ripped the shirt off the other's body and not thought twice about it. But this was the Superior and, sitting back much to Saix's distaste, stopping the hands from destroying his shirt. Nibbling on slender pale fingers, narrow amber eyes watched Saix closely.

 

“I've got you wound up enough, and I know it would be cruel to stop, but you always have Zexion to run to, right? Wouldn't you much rather be the one taking him than be the one riding me?” Sharp teeth bit into soft skin, and Saix gasped, trying to refrain from bucking under Xemnas' suffocating weight.

 

“Xem…. Xemnas.” Yellow eyes looked up ferally, confused as to why the Superior would lead him this far and then leave. Sighing softly, Xemnas stretched out over Saix.

 

“I thought you wanted to leave?” Fingertips trailed down soft pink cheeks, running over pout lips, dabbing at the gem of blood perched on Saix's lips. The berserker scowled.

 

“You can't just give me what I want and then take it away,” he growled.

 

“What's that?” Xemnas asked, cocking a questioning brow. “Give you what you want? You like someone to be your master, is that it?” Although those weren't the word Saix would have used, he nodded, glaring determinedly back into glimmering orange eyes.

 

“I guess the kid's not mean enough, or have the taste for dealing pain then hmm?” Settling on Saix, he nuzzled under Saix's chin, finding the best place to latch his mouth onto before biting against the other's pulse, feeling the breath stop before Saix moaned, hands clawing at the back of Xemnas' shirt, body writhing in pleasure as the pain of drawing blood seeped deeply into Saix's skin.

 

They were only scratches, but they felt so good, especially when a wet hot appendage lapped over red skin in apology. Wrapping the Superior in his embrace, he managed to get a hand up his shirt, holding on while the other tangled itself in dark grey hair, tugging wantonly. He wanted Xemnas closer, pressed against him so he could get more friction, but propped on his knees, the leader hovered out of reach. Moaning and huffing, Xemnas pulled back with one last nibble and lick, staring down at the flushed berserker and sitting back on exactly what the other wanted him to.

 

“Xemnas, please…” Saix panted, holding firmly to the other's hips to keep him where he was. The Superior considered him a moment.

 

“In all honesty, I didn't think you get so lusty so quickly. I'm actually surprised you're still willing, but then again, there has been a time or two that something like this has happened.” He traced his hands down a muscled chest. “Should I really give this to you Saix?” Looking up and around the room as if searching for company, his eyes fell over dark yellow orbs, clouded with lust and need.

 

“Here is hardly the place for something like <i>that</i>. Wouldn't it be shameful if someone walked in on you while you moaned like a girl?”

 

“You couldn't make me moan like a girl to fulfill Kingdom Hearts,” Saix taunted, instigating Xemnas on. If he presented a challenge, surely the Superior would take it and show him up five times worse. The leader just rolled his eyes though, smirking, but it didn't last long.

 

“I could go through all the Jenga blocks and make you go through every last one, but that would just get boring eventually.” Leaning back, making Saix wince, he considered the porcelain body laid out before him. “I really do hate to say it, but I'm not really in the mood anymore.” A slender silver brow cocked in sympathy. It seemed the roles had reversed now, with Xemnas being the one who didn't want to continue and Saix unable to hold himself back.

 

“Maybe another time. Go throw yourself at Zexion if you need to relieve some tension, but for now I'm finished teasing you.” Finding the pressure points in the berserker's wrists, yellow eyes watched helpless as his grip went limp, his hands tingling from the pinched nerves. Xemnas extricated himself, carefully stepping from the couch and avoiding spilled blocks. Bending over to kiss the other's forehead, he caressed his cheeks while Saix found feeling in his fingers once more.

 

“Do me a favor and clean up in here. You can bring me my game when you're done. I'll be in my room,” Xemnas said softly in his baritone voice, smiling smugly as he turned to step over the table and leave. The flustered man lying panting on the couch wasn't sure if that was an invitation as any, or if there was something else he should watch out for. Sitting up with a groan and tempted grab a fistful of wooden tiles to throw at Xemnas, he only smirked back, eyes baring into the Superior's back and knowing the darker skinned nobody could feel wolfish eyes glued to his ass. Xemnas was a looker himself, compared to some of the other organization members, though a little feminine. Saix stood stiffly, swearing at how tight his damned pants had to be. Glaring Xemnas' way, though he had disappeared through the door already, the berserker turned over the coffee table, wishing there weren't so many Jenga blocks. If it took too long though, he wouldn't even bother stopping by Xemnas' room—there would be no reason to do so. Consider it a draw then, you bastard, Saix thought, picking up a tile and throwing it into the box.