Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Gambling Series ❯ Twisted Perspectives ( Chapter 11 )

He had just put the last touches on the common room floor, the coffee table having been moved and the couch being pushed out of the way to create a large space on the floor in which he had laid down a mat. The mat was pretty big for a smaller person he supposed, large colored dots filling the whole thing. A few other things set aside in a bag, the Superior grinned. He had planned on a one on one game with Demyx, knowing he was usually the best one to play such games with, eliciting the most wonderful responses… but after seeking him out and calling to him, found he wouldn't be alone when he came, so the leader decided to lure in a few more people to play his game of Twister. They arrived shortly, a few actually looking forward to something that might be boring, but others participating for their own reasons.

 

Luxord, Demyx, Marluxia, Saix, Axel, and Xigbar had shown up, Demyx looking nervous, Luxord not entirely sure if he wanted to come, Saix looking smug as Axel pouted, Marluxia was looking around the room and mentioning something about butterflies, and Xigbar grinned as he greeted the Superior.

 

“I'm like, not entirely sure what we're doing boss, but our group has been gathered.” Nodding his thanks to the scarred man, the Superior looked over the motley crew stepping around the Twister mat, looking curious, some slightly crestfallen.

 

“Twister? This is so boring… Couldn't you think of something better? Maybe something alcoholic?” Axel complained arms crossed as he plopped down on the couch, farther away. Roxas hadn't been around for awhile, and after searching for several days, the pyro had returned to the castle, crestfallen and in a foul mood. Tutting, Xemnas only ignored his comment instead; the red head never liked much of what he did, unless the kid was involved too and he had a chanced at molesting him.

 

“Ooh Demyx, look at all the colors!” Marluxia breathed, almost awed as his eyes finally fell onto the mat. The blonde just nodded beside him, glancing nervously to the leader. Knowing his boss, he—they all would be subjected to something against their wills. Xemnas just seemed so good at doing that too.

 

“So uh, we're playing Twister then?” Luxord asked, rubbing the back of his head and looking disappointed that it wasn't a gambling or card game.

 

“Yes, oh Dealer of Fate, we are,” Xemnas answer curtly, looking around at the characters and smirking foxily. “And I suppose for our first game, I'll be the one spinning.”

 

“Why? Afraid someone might fall on you and then you'd lose?” Axel sneered, grumpily glaring at the mat instead of who his retort was aimed at. Xemnas snorted, expression quite cocky as he coolly replied.

 

“I don't think you want me to play just yet, Axel.” Chuckling softly, he sat down, pulling the spinner closer and spreading an arm out to welcome his players to the mat.

 

“The rules are simple, for anyone who doesn't know how to play. Follow my instructions and no sharing dots unless all of them are already filled.” Smirking and flicking the spinner, he glanced down.

 

“Right foot yellow.” At first no one really moved, looking with uncertainty at the Twister mat, glancing up at the Superior as though the yellow dots were rigged and would cause them excruciating pain if they stepped on it. Xemnas rolled his eyes.

 

“Don't tell me none of you know the difference between right and left and that you're all color blind!” he snapped. “Honestly, how did you make it into my organization otherwise? I didn't pity you all that much!” Taking it upon himself, Demyx stepped onto the mat, choosing a yellow circle and waiting for the others to join him. Perhaps the others weren't as afraid of facing Xemnas explosive wrath, but a moment later Marluxia skipped to his own dot, and eventually the other's did as well, except Axel.

 

Looking around, disgruntled, the redhead threw up his hands as six pairs of eyes stared pointedly at him.

 

“Fine, I'll play the stupid game!” the pyro growled, and with a huff, he stomped his foot down next to Luxord's, arms firmly crossed. Smiling coyly, Xemnas gave the spinner another flick, hardly watching the circumventing arrow until it stopped.

 

“Left hand red.” Again there was a slight pause, Marluxia giving a soft coo before reaching down for a red one. Caught in indecision as to which one he wanted, Demyx finally chose one after being chased away from Saix's with a growl. Smirking, Xemnas couldn't help how ridiculous they looked, how tempting Demyx looked as he bent over. At least Axel seemed to like the color better than yellow, but he still managed to look peevish through his smugness.

 

“Left foot blue. Right hand yellow. Left foot green. Left hand green.” The Superior paused only a few long seconds between each instruction before rattling off another, the spinner kept in nearly constant motion.

 

Demyx whined, Axel shouting in protest.

 

“Dammit! I can't even think that fast, Xemnas, slow it down a little, will ya?!” the redhead nearly snarled, but received only a chuckle in response.

 

“But that's the point of the game, isn't it? I'm sure Luxord knows what I'm talking about,” the Superior mused, glancing to the blonde bearded man just managing to keep himself up through a maze of limbs. Only a few spins and one man was down, if only because he had a person and a half pressing atop him to reach the dots. Demyx collapsed, curling up and shielding himself in case the whole bridge of people fell too, but they managed to hold themselves up, despite complaints.

 

“Watch it blondie!” Axel growled, Saix grunting his agreement. Marluxia was merely giggling, perhaps at the bizarre shape he was twisted in, somewhat graceful at best, but clucking his distaste when Demyx fell.

 

“Aww Demy…. You're out now,” the strawberry blonde frowned. Crawling out of the way, he wasn't sure where to go. Could he be dismissed now that he was out, or was he supposed to stay? He was answered as Xemnas beckoned to him, sitting the blonde down beside him and giving the spinner another spin.

 

Demyx watched, a bit wide-eyed at how flexible the other members seemed to be, or at least how willingly they put up with the game, reaching arms and legs through and around each other. They seemed to have a pretty good sense of balance as well, or were at least strong enough to keep themselves and everyone else up.

 

“You know,” Xemnas pondered while Axel grit his teeth, trembling with the exaggerated effort to keep himself in the game, too stubborn to collapse, and with the Superior's voice slowly beginning a thought, he growled in discord.

 

“I believe this game can teach us all a lesson about teamwork,” Xemnas began slowly, eyes trailing over each person including Demyx. Xigbar nodded his understanding, Luxord following slowly, but Axel seemed too distracted with his overly stressed muscles to hear.

 

“Spin the spinner already, don't take your time!” the pyro bit out in agitation. Xemnas snorted.

 

“Teamwork, patience, discipline… yes, I think this game does very good at that, but trust me, round two will be more… exciting.” He grinned wolfishly at the words. “Left foot blue.”

 

Grunting, Axel managed to slide his foot through Luxord's arm to a blue dot.

 

“Hey! You took my dot, Axel!” Marluxia pouted, managed to unweave his leg from its currently spot and carefully touch another. Giggling as Xigbar shifted over him to find his own blue dot, the flower boy burst out laughing.

 

“Xiggy! Your hair's tickling me!” Snorting as grey hair got in his nose, Marluxia's face screwed up and he managed to duck his head as he sneezed, Xigbar turning painfully away so he didn't find his face covered in spit. Luxord grimaced, Axel complaining about them wanting to knock the whole thing down or what. Six people had been amusing, though somewhat crowded, and now with only five it was even more amusing, it seemed. Axel attempted to stay out of the middle of it the best he could, to no avail, and Luxord actually didn't seem to mind, though he still seemed a bit nervous. Cards were his specialty after all, and though he was hardly a magician of sorts, a game like Twister was a bit trickier than he would have liked, particularly in his distaste of being so close to so many others. Saix was more amused with Axel's distaste, purposely drawing him closer if he could, much to the redhead's loathing.

 

After another spin, Marluxia slipped, Xigbar managing to catch him before he could hit the floor, sacrificing his easy access to the yellow dot he need, which Axel happily took. Marluxia blinked, Luxord whistling his amazement at how quickly the scarred man had reacted, whether it had been to save them all from falling or just a well-practiced response to the reaction. The pink nobody blinked again in surprise before grinning and hugging Xigbar close.

 

“You're my knight in shining armour, Xiggy!” he cooed, arms around the other's neck. Flustered, Xigbar shifted slightly, trembling slightly with the need to hold himself up as well as Marluxia in his rather precarious situation.

 

“If he falls on me, you're dead!” Saix hissed in warning, trying to keep a jabbing elbow out of his side, refusing to pick on the pyro any more since he was fighting back. If Marluxia had fallen, he would have surely brought Saix to his knee, and everyone would have collapsed in response. It was indeed a delicate situation that had the Superior laughing with glee.

 

“My, my! I'm glad my most trusted organization member knows how to play and utilize the game so well. Don't let anyone else fall though; he only has one more arm to spare and I'm sure he can't hold everyone up with it!”

 

Watching with interest, Demyx wondered if the whole tangle of people would indeed make it or not; who would fall next? The blonde blushed slightly at the thought of him falling so easily. He was a bit clumsy, but he was still surprised that so many had made it so far. Another spin proved fatal, however, Marluxia having nowhere to go and Xigbar needing his hands to continue playing. With a yelp, the flower boy hit the floor, grabbing at Xigbar, accidentally smacking Saix in the face as his hands flew out to catch something, taking the scarred man down with him and ultimately pulling Saix down as well with a cry of pain, snarling at the fact he had fallen. Luxord barely managed to hold Axel half up, but if they had to wait too long for the board to clear and move somewhere else, the Dealer of Fate's arm would give out, already bent in the wrong direction.

 

Nodding grimly, Xemnas let the other's sort themselves out, Demyx pulling Marluxia free before he was squished, though the pink haired nobody was grinning sheepishly and apologizing to Xigbar, patting his head as though he were a dog or perhaps a small child. Saix swore loudly.

 

“Damn you, pink haired pussy! I was doing well enough too with that boney pyro sticking into me and now you had to go and ruin it all you—”

 

“Saix!” Demyx called out in warning, pleading for him to stop and not beat Marluxia up, but he swallowed thickly and whimpered at the glare he received.

 

“Okay, okay!” Xemnas called above the rising din, holding up one hand to make sure the attention would be focused back on him. With the Twister mat out of place, everyone was huddled on the floor, Axel standing up so he could extricate himself from the group. Everyone except Marluxia and Xigbar rubbed something sore.

 

“Time for round two,” Xemnas announced, reaching over to the bag to bring out another Twister mat. Shaking it out and laying it by the other, he covered up one row of red, just to make it more interesting. Shooing the others aside, he pushed the couch back more to make more room, pulling out a clear plastic tarp to spread over the mats.

 

“What the hell is this, Xemnas?” Saix asked, a bit intrigued despite his attempt at his usual fiendishness.

 

“You'll see,” their leader smarmily remarked, amber eyes gleaming mischievously and only making Demyx even more nervous. Luxord eyed the bag, already guessing at what else they would be playing with, particularly because of the protective tarp.

 

“Do we have to play again?” Axel whined from his perch on the couch.

 

“Yes, and I suggest everyone get as near to naked as they would like… unless they want their clothes irreversibly stained.”

 

“Irreversibly?” Demyx gulped as he inched closer to Marluxia who was poking at the bag with curiosity. It seemed like the blonde wasn't sure if the word implied its actual definition or if there was some twisted connotation he didn't know about thrown in there.

 

“Ooh! Yummy!” Marluxia nearly squealed, withdrawing a bottle of chocolate sauce from the bag. The bottle was still hot, the semi liquid still quite warm, and alongside it was a bottle of warmed honey, and a couple bottles of whipped cream topping.

 

“What the fuck is this, Superior?” Saix growled, a bit stunned, a bit pink around the ears as well as he stared at the bottles normally used for dessert toppings, whether that dessert was something made in the kitchen, or perhaps in bed.

 

Xemnas smirked, laughing his soft dangerous laugh.

 

“Axel?”

 

“Oh hell….”

 

“Will you be the one to spin? I think I'd like to play.” After weighting down the corners of the tarp, Xemnas deftly pulled off his shirt to reveal his broad chest, dark skin and carefully shaped muscles, built only from his training and often lack of appetite than his need to work out vigorously or body build. Thin white scars ran in straight lines, some curving, here and there, almost ornamental. Some of them where battles scars, some were mere accidents, and others… he'd rather not talk about any time soon. Not particular to taking his pants off, if only because he would be the only one naked and at a disadvantage as far as he was concerned, it just wasn't as fun if he was the one being taunted by Saix and Axel. This was his game, and besides that, it would be more fun to tease them with an enticingly half clad body smothered with chocolate sauce and whipped cream and honey. Marluxia followed suit down to his tight pink briefs, Demyx nervously taking off his shirt but not sure he wanted to take off any more than that.

 

Saix half ripped his own shirt off, Luxord leaving his on with a shrug, apparently not caring if it was stained or not. Xigbar complied as well with a soft sigh, moving all the clothes far enough away so that they hopefully wouldn't get dirty.

 

“Here, Demyx, Marluxia, help me spread this well.” Handing one a bottle of whipped cream, the other the bottle of chocolate sauce, he proceeded to drizzle warm sticky honey all over the mat. They could easily see the dots so they knew where to place hands and feet, but until the mats and the floor, they would get smothered with dessert topping if they fell. Saix wrinkled his nose at the sweetness, Luxord taking a tentative step back. Axel seemed much more self-satisfactory knowing he wouldn't be the one in such a meticulous situation, playing with the spinner and smirking broadly as he watched the three prepare the mats, Demyx wondering if he had used enough since half the bottle was gone, Marluxia making whipped cream flowers, humming happily as he started inward and worked his way out. Making sure they could still see the dots, Xemnas stepped back with a pleased huff.

 

“That should do it. Axel, if you will.” Grinning broadly, the pyro quite pleased with his new role, he spun the spinner.

 

“Left foot red.” Red was the one color to fight over, since there were half as many as any other color, all of crimson dots taken already. Demyx seemed reluctant to step onto the mess, especially since Marluxia was pouting after Saix destroyed one of his artfully made flowers, and Luxord seemed reluctant as well, although he obeyed. Axel scoffed in amusement.

 

“Right hand red.” Chuckling quietly, he reached Demyx's foot, taking the spot before anyone else could do so, forcing the blonde to take the dot his foot was on as well. Saix growled at Marluxia who had gone after his dot, forcing him to take his own with a pout. Tickling the sides of Demyx's feet, sticky with chocolate syrup, the other wiggled and tried to hold back his whimper.

 

“Right foot blue.” Xemnas refused to make this easy for anyone, claiming a dot farther away from his own, making Marluxia whine in protest and aim for another instead. Though the game was a bit risqué for Xigbar, he didn't complain, and despite Luxord's discomfort, he wouldn't dismiss it entirely and at least stuck around.

 

Several spins later, Xemnas was hovering over Demyx, staring with superiority into startled blue eyes, a blush gracing the water boy's boyish face. The second mat gave a bit more room, but with dessert condiments strewn about, it was harder to keep one's grip.

 

“It's okay if you fall, Demyx,” Xemnas spoke softly after Saix complained about Marluxia taking his spot once more, one that the flower boy would not relinquish.

 

“Take mine,” Xigbar offered with a nonchalant shrug.

 

“Are you blind, old man?” Saix laughed as he caught himself. Xigbar was indeed half blind anyway. “Stupid! It's farther away, I can't stretch that far!” Axel laughed from where he sat, receiving a dirty glare in his stead from the berserker, but it didn't stop the pyro from grinning broadly.

 

“If you fall, you can still keep playing. We'll make it fun that way,” the Superior finished. Luxord grimaced, Saix groaning at the thought. The wolfish man wouldn't just give up when he had so much competition, though he didn't know what winning this twisted game of Twister would get him, but if it had gotten too tiresome, he could have just gotten himself out. Not anymore.

 

Whimpering softly at the intense stare from Xemnas, Demyx almost didn't hear the next command. Having to reach for a green dot, it was just beyond his fingertips; if he reached too far, his foot would slip. It was hard to see upside down at this angle too. Xemnas managed to keep himself propped up, one foot slipping and catching against someone else's foot, stretching out a longer arm to clasp with Demyx's, fingers woven together, pulling him to the green dot. He could feel the blonde slipping making sure he had purchase on Demyx's hand before wrapping his other arm around his waist, covered with honey, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream, the sugary semi fluids still warm, redolent and tempting him. Xemnas heard Demyx whimper, cheeks flushed as dark grey hair tickled his belly.

 

“Left hand yellow,” Axel practically laughed, a disgruntled berserker positioning himself carefully around Marluxia while Luxord hovered over them both, sucking in his stomach just so he wouldn't be touch him, but his shirt betrayed him, clinging to Marluxia, sticky with honey where he had scratched.

 

Xigbar had managed to keep himself out of most of it, more or less, whether because he was lucky or smart. Xemnas had to let go of Demyx's hand to reach for his dot, right beside the blonde, still holding him up.

 

“Right foot yellow.” Carefully shifting, the Superior aimed for the yellow one right between his legs. Whether it was teamwork or something more perversely lewd, who could tell? Demyx's legs angled wide, managing to keep his limbs in their respective places, but now he was laying against the mat, warm honey and chocolate sauce lathering his shoulders and arms, and the Superior's leg was starting to rub against him and he was in the most bizarre and erotic position and he thought he might faint from blushing so hard and Axel was snickering and Xemnas was still staring so avidly at him. The blonde felt so small and vulnerable, and couldn't help but recall the time he and the Superior had kissed in the kitchen, some of the other games they had played, and now this.

 

Whimpering softly, crystal blue eyes averted, he finally squeezed them shut, afraid to see if the Superior would do anything to him or not. Why else would Xemnas have put himself in such a position? With another spin, Luxord came tumbling down, swearing, albeit not as loudly as Saix who lost his footing and went sprawling into Marluxia who cried out in surprise, though it seemed more of a happy surprise than a fearful one. Demyx took the incentive to relax more and let himself fall into the mess on the tarp, Axel roaring with laughter. Xigbar carefully stood, assuming the game was over regardless of what Xemnas had said earlier about them continuing the game if they fell.

 

“Well, is that it then, Superior? It was worth a laugh I will admit,” Axel nearly crowed, though his expression fell a bit at the thought of him playing naked chocolate Twister with Roxas. Xigbar helped pull Luxord up who slipped again, knocking Saix back into Marluxia, the flower boy pouting but locking his arms around the other's neck, somewhat immune to the berserker's nasty temper, and all of it made Axel nearly cry jubilantly.

 

Demyx didn't open his wary eyes until he felt a pinch on his side. Looking up tentatively, breathlessly, he found the Superior was boring holes into him with an intent sunset colored gaze, that he had sat back and extricated himself from the game. Standing carefully to avoid getting any more honey or syrup or whipped cream on him, Xemnas looked around coyly. The game could have lasted longer, but it would have been much more intimate with only a few people. Perhaps he should have enforced a one on one game with Demyx…. He had been so close too, and the look on the nobody's face was absolutely delicious. Demyx lay there still, quite dazed as he regained himself.

 

“Well, I suppose if this is the end, use portals to a bathroom instead of messing up the floor unless you want to scrub it clean with a toothbrush,” Xemnas warned, looking around, though quite content to clean up unless a ridiculously large mess was made out of spite. Luxord was blushing, Saix was still complaining about Marluxia who didn't seem to mind rolling in the sticky substances, and Xigbar just looked relived, if somewhat amused at the pointless banter.

 

“Ohh, Demyx! Come wash up with me! I'll get your back,” Marluxia offered as he sat up, pink hair plastered with chocolate as it stuck to his shoulders, oddly reminding the water boy of a chocolate covered strawberry. Demyx sat up, beginning to nod his agreement. Axel was gone with a last snide remark to Saix about getting a florist for a girlfriend, having not wanted to stay to clean up either. Luxord, as tentative and questionable about his sexuality as it was, had left, rather flushed in the cheeks and not needing to have any more suspicions raised about him.

 

“No… Demyx is going to stay and clean up with me,” Xemnas voiced evenly, his set expression just daring Marluxia to try to dissuade him.

 

“Aww.” Then green eyes lit up. “Hey, can I stay and help clean up too?” The Superior frowned.

 

“No. You'll just make it worse.”

 

“Go on and clean up, Marluxia, we won't be in here too long,” Demyx said as he finally stood, a bit wobbly on his legs, glancing nervously at the Superior. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of being alone with him in the room.

 

“Okay then. Come find me when you're done. I have something in my garden to show you!” Marluxia beamed, clapping happily, his hands sticking messily together. He giggled.

 

With Marluxia finally wandering into a portal, the others having fled while they spoke, Xigbar had stayed long enough to confirm the mess would be taken care of, glad that he would be clean too. The scarred man didn't really mind it, but he didn't enjoy being a total mess either. Now Demyx was alone in the room with Xemnas, looking rather timid and a bit frightened.

 

“Um, where should we start? We're rather messy ourselves so… wouldn't it make more sense to clean up first, at least a little?” the blonde asked in a small nervous voice, lifting up a sticky foot and grimacing at the slurping suctioning noise it made. Xemnas merely chuckled.

 

“Why take care of such a small mess when we're only going to make a bigger one?” Xemnas asked slyly, picking up the bottle of chocolate sauce, glad to see it had retained most of its heat within the viscous fluid. “Sit down, Demyx.” The blonde obeyed, still uncertain and timid as to what might happen, even though he had a pretty good idea based on prior events. He had witnessed a tender side to the leader before, and wondered perhaps if he was making up for it, or if it had been a moment he had merely dreamed up.

 

Xemnas settled on his knees, decided his pants wouldn't matter so much, staring avidly into worried crystal blue eyes.

 

“Just sit back and enjoy it, Demyx,” he simpered, licking his lips as he pushed Demyx back to lean on the heel of his hands, conspicuously crouching between his legs, spreading them a bit wider and before the water boy's wide blue eyes, uncapped the honey to pour copiously over the crotch of his pants. It seeped in, still quite warm, a hot, almost wet feeling that enveloped the most sensitive part of his body. Demyx shuddering involuntarily, whimpering and holding back an embarrassing moan, blushing furiously and wanting nothing more than to curl up and hide. Then a hand roughly groped him, making him cry out, clutching at the assault fingers as they rubbed his arousal, the thick honey slippery between strong fingers.

 

“Xemnas,” Demyx called out in stress, half a whimper. What was the Superior doing? Why would he do this to him? But even as he protested, the fondling sparked a fire inside, and soon he couldn't bite back a groan, shivering pleasantly, still confused, slender brows knit with concern.

 

Xemnas remembered too the time in the kitchen and how vulnerable he had let himself become. Perhaps this was some kind of retribution to his weakness, a way to let the blonde know he didn't have some soft spot, that everything he had done was for a reason and had purpose, that what happened in the kitchen had been fuel for what they were doing now. But was it really legitimate? Xemnas had admitted right then, in the kitchen before he let himself get wrapped up in kissing Demyx that he didn't know what he was doing. He was determined now to show Demyx that whatever tenderness he had witnessed before was folly; he didn't need someone in his organization to get their hopes up only to be sorely disappointed. But what was he afraid of exactly? That he wanted Demyx, he told himself, and the thought made him grip the blonde a bit harshly, growling ferally as he stared down, almost maliciously at the writhing blonde, gasping and clawing at the plastic tarp below him. Xemnas couldn't even pretend to fall for someone like Demyx going around convinced they did have hearts indeed. That was utterly ridiculous!

 

The Superior usually wasn't the bully unless he had to enforce discipline, but this way, at least, Demyx would know who was dominate and what kind of ideas he should or shouldn't get into his head. If Xemnas said there was no such thing as love, then the blonde had better not think otherwise. Demyx could feel pure physical pleasure, but no emotion as preposterous as love. There was just no way he could. Xemnas couldn't, so what made the water boy think he could? Xemnas was the Superior, not Demyx! Unzipping the other's pants, Xemnas rubbed the warm honey over a stiff arousal, making Demyx cringe with pleasure, crying out and whimpering as his length was grasped and firmly stroked. Tears lined his eyes, confused and pleasured and overwhelmed with shame as the organization's leader cruelly pleasured him. The blonde had never asked for something like this, and had no interest in it, but how could he refuse to submit when it felt so good? Xemnas rubbed a slick thumb over Demyx's sensitive glans, making the younger man cry out and arch his back, huffing for breath while the dark skinned man pleasured him.

 

There were no kissing or soft feelings or overly gentle touches of understanding. There was nothing but hot intense pleasure and an equally intense stare. Before Demyx knew it, his cheeks were lined with tears, his body writhing and squirming as he came in Xemnas' pumping hand, pearly white fluid lacing the chocolate sauce on his belly, accenting the warm droplets of honey. Panting and moaning with bliss, it took Demyx long moments to settle back down, still gasping for breath and peering dazedly through half lidded eyes. Whimpering softly as the Superior let go of him, he stood, leaving the blonde to tuck himself back in, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of thick honey and sticky release rubbing in his pants. The room smelled oddly saccharine from the dessert toppings, musky with the throes of sex. Xemnas was already cleaning up, wiping his hands on the clean parts of Demyx's pants before removing the weights on the corners of the tarp, pulling out the Twister mats and carefully folding them to put in the bag with the half used condiments. Demyx was still flustered, not sure what to say or that he even wanted to look at the Superior. He wasn't sure whatever had just happened meant.

 

Abashed before by how close the Superior had gotten, the sharp lingering stare of golden orange eyes staring into him had reminded him of the feeling he had gotten before, the tingling of passion, but now, all he could think of was the punishing look on Xemnas' face, the cruel and rough way he had handle him. It was meant as mistreatment, as discipline. Breathing shakily, he managed to stand, his legs not entirely wanting to support him, and he stumbled, but managed not to slip and fall and make a fool of himself in front of the Superior. Procuring a towel from nowhere, Xemnas laid it out to step on, gesturing Demyx over as he folded up the mat, intent to take it outside to wash off in the rain somewhere.

 

“Go on Demyx. You're not needed anymore.” His voice was quiet, and even, though somewhat cold and he eyed the blonde in a sidelong glanced before he nodded, hugging himself and disappearing. Grimacing in disgust, the leader took a portal to an open ledge of the white castle to lay the tarp out under the rain. Taking a portal to his bathroom, he stepped out of his pants, wiping his feet off the rest of the way. He wasn't as messy as, say, Marluxia, but he would definitely appreciate a shower.

 

It was only when he stepped into the spacious stall and twisted the knobs that he realized his appreciation would be even more gratuitous. No water gushed out, pouring over his head. A few drops trickled out, a hiss of air telling him the water pressure in his shower was no good. Growling, he swore, tempted to kick something, but wiser than actually doing so. Glaring at the knobs and returning them to their original position, his mind raced. Whose shower could he steal instead? The others were surely in their own, so he could use someone's who was on a mission, or who wasn't currently using theirs. Taking another portal into Zexion's bathroom, it was nice and tidy, a bit gloomy, but it suited the boy's tastes. Stepping under the shower head, he received the same ordeal: no water met his eager skin, washing him free of the sticky mess that was slowly and surely drying on his skin. Snarling and nearly breaking the knob, he wondered if the whole castle was like that. Perhaps so, but what were the other's doing? Then the answer came obviously: Demyx. The blonde young man he had just tortured could control water, and though he felt a slight annoying pain of guilt for doing so and then running to him for a favor, he batted it aside; Xemnas was the Superior, and the water boy was too afraid to disobey him.

 

Taking the last portal, refusing to use any more to get to other bathrooms, he stood in Demyx's clean, water and sea life decorated bathroom. The leader could hear the audible splash of water in the small stall, finding the silhouette of Demyx behind the marbled door—the blonde was using his prowess of water to clean himself off. Leaning stark naked against the counter, Xemnas rapped sharply against the creamy blue surface sharply. He saw Demyx's face jerk up, easily imagining the surprise and possible fear in his stark blue eyes.

 

“Y-yes?” he called out, probably seeing Xemnas' blurred dark figure through the waves of distorted glass.

 

“I'm sure you already know this, Demyx. But the water's not working.” Xemnas let his words hang in the air, sounding like he had some proposition to request when it was nothing short of an order, a command.

 

“Er… no it's not.” His voice could barely be heard, despite the lack of water, having ceased when Xemnas' baritone voice rang out.

 

“If such is the case in the whole castle, or even just this part of it, I don't desire to wear honey and chocolate until it's fixed.” The blonde remained silent for long moments, Xemnas not speaking either.

 

“I don't know what the others are doing but um…. I could fill a bath or something for you,” the blonde offered.

 

Xemnas smiled, lip curling into a faint smirk. The offer seemed almost….adorable, if the Superior would ever use the word, but <i>he</i> did not take baths.

 

“I'm sorry Demyx, but I don't bathe.” At least not often anyway. If he really needed to relax and use his bath oils, he might, but often he was too busy for a bath. Stalking closer to the shower stall, the blonde searching for something else to say, quite trapped as he was, but unwilling to run away and have to face the consequences later. The stall door slowly slid back and Xemnas stepped into the puddle on the floor. The room was dimly lit, as though through a foggy skylight in the ceiling, soft blue lights allowing them both to seem. The blonde stepped back as the man a bit too big for his shower stepped in, crowding most of the space but not seeming to mind.

 

“Come with me, Demyx,” Xemnas murmured, almost sweetly, taking Demyx by the hand, cool and wet and slightly soapy, and drawing him through a portal and into his own much larger bathroom. In his voluminous shower, he regarded the fidgety water boy.

 

“Will you wash me off?” the Superior asked, and though there was no hint of politeness, it wasn't a demand either, merely soft and quietly, strangely reassuring.

 

Nodding, having no other alternative, Demyx was careful not to look at Xemnas, feeling flustered enough already from before. Summoning his innate abilities to command water, he drew it from the pipes, preferring not to run his hands over the other's body as he had his own to wash himself. Turning the knob to release the water, it fell, not as forcefully as normal but quite considerably over their heads. Standing aside to concentrate on the water, letting Xemnas wash himself, he directed the water to help dissolve and wash off the sticky spots. It was once of the quickest showers Xemnas had taken, all things considered. Eying the blonde while he stood under the cool spray, a normally happy face hung and refusing to look at him, playing to good, defeated, subservient member of the organization, the leader felt another pang of guilt. He stood for another long moment in silent consideration before he tentatively reached out, drawing Demyx in close against his clean body, feeling him shiver under the sudden cool onslaught of water, flinched as their bodies made contact. Demyx was only half clean, but he was hardly dirtying the other.

 

“Xemnas?” What was the Superior doing now? Warm bodies pressed together, Xemnas didn't stop the soft ebb of concern and guilt, knowing it probably wouldn't last long. It was the same weird way he had felt in kitchen long ago, though it seemed and should have been utterly impossible. Hugging the small form close, long moments passed before a confused blonde decided Xemnas wouldn't hurt him and that it might be a good idea to respond back. Maybe that was what the leader of the organization was looking for? Xemnas almost felt like he couldn't breathe, hugging Demyx a little tighter and shivering faintly when he felt arms wrap around him. If it was anyone else, would he feel this way? He didn't think so. He had been physically close to several others but had never felt and reacted on the impulse to drawn them close or stroke their hair… he hadn't even noticed his hand was tangled in thick golden locks, wayward from being dampened. Demyx whimpered softly, the water faltering a moment, but continuing on, a bit stronger now. A dark hand slid down the gentle curve of the other's back. Why had he fallen so easily, when before he had been punishing Demyx for such an occurrence as this? Why was he letting it happen again when he was repulsed by the idea?

 

Allowing himself so close to someone made him weak…. But just for these few moments he would let himself be close and be thankful he had only given Demyx a hand job.