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everlastingsoul) wrote2007-08-13 11:06 pm
everlastingsoul) wrote2007-08-13 11:06 pm
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Holy crap, it's KH smut.
Well, Organization smut. Short, drug-induced, yaoi, and NSFW (well, duh). As a disclaimer (ha ha, here it comes), the two guys involved are of age and blah blah blah.
Characters: Zexion, Marluxia
Rating: NSFW; non-con (drugged), some bondage
Summary: Marluxia tests an experimental drug on one of the more difficult Organization members to catch off-guard. Skips straight to the sex because I'm impatient.
He could not stop shaking.
“Relax.”
He shook his head at the voice, tilting his head back as he felt those hands firmly hold his hips. Sweat glistened on his pale skin as he tried to move away, his eyes moving wildly underneath the blindfold as if it would help him see in some way. Bound, gagged, and blinded, he was the picture of nonconsensual sex with his body bared for the world to see.
But he was hard. So terribly hard.
He was reminded of that fact when one of those hands glided across one hip and down his thigh, a gasp muffled by his gag as his sex was caressed. Fingers brushed over the straining flesh knowingly, lingering over the wet, sensitive tip. Helpless before his captor, he moved into the hand with a whimper.
“You shouldn’t be this tense. I’ll give you what you want if you relax.”
But there was no way he could relax in this state; the heat moving through his nerves was as unnatural as it was noticeable. Lips found part of his cheek that was uncovered and kissed it; he leaned into the kiss, trying to distract himself from the hand on his groin.
“Relax.”
The only response was a deep exhalation—close to a whine. Then the hands were moving again, cupping his rear and stroking his length simultaneously. He moaned and twitched fitfully, his legs threatening to buckle underneath him as he felt fingers venture between his buttocks. He shook his head again, making small sounds into the cloth gagging him. The fingers sought further entrance, and he gasped as a finger pressed against his tight entrance.
“Zexion. Relax.”
He started at his name, raising his blind gaze towards the voice. The distraction was met with a thrust of the finger into him, and he let out a shallow whine. A calm, commanding voice soothed him, lulling the small man into a sense of false security even as the thrusts continued. Zexion found himself unable to stifle short moans as he was caressed and fingered, a particularly loud moan elicited when a second finger slid into his flexing heat.
“Very nice,” the deep voice complimented, and the short Nobody shuddered as warm breath tickled his ear. Teeth found his earlobe and nibbled, adding to the arousing sensations that enveloped his body. “You’re still so tense, though. I can feel it in the way you’re squeezing me.” There was a noticeable twist of those fingers, and Zexion arched as his prostate was brushed up against. “Or is that your natural tightness? Mm, I wonder.”
The memory of embarrassment left Zexion’s face flushed; he squirmed his rear a little and moaned into the gag muffling him, his body reacting to the steady stroking of the hidden spot in time with the stroking of his sex. His legs shook and shuddered underneath him, and his breath hitched as his knees gave way. Up until now, his captor had maintained distance between them, but Zexion felt the cool, familiar leather of the Organization coat against his burning body as he was caught and pulled towards the other’s chest. His breaths came in short staccatos as he bucked meaningfully against the taller man, fingers still digging into his soft insides and his erection still begging for more attention.
Had he been in his normal state of mind, none of this would have happened. But as it was, the agents he had been forced to ingest had worn him down into an overly sensitive, aroused body of twitching Nobody. He nuzzled at the other’s chest, pulling his lips together to allow the gag to slip down around his neck. He licked dry lips and panted hard against his captor, gasping when the fingers stopped thrusting and instead adjusted to stroke at his prostate. “Oh… Ohh…” He moaned and tried to voice his pleasure further, his back bending with each additional touch.
“Wonderful to know these stimulants work on Nobodies. It took awhile to grow all the ingredients.” Marluxia might as well have been talking to himself with the older Nobody as delirious as he was. Zexion leaned against him, his minute movements sluggish. “Mm… I will have to refine them in the future. This is too much to pass up.”
“Nn… Mmn…” The short moans grew louder as the stroking became more unbearable; Zexion lifted his head and keened weakly against the assassin’s chest, his blindfold damp with sweat and tears of pleasure. Marluxia continued to touch the small, shuddering Nobody with a pleased expression, a hollow chuckle rising out of him as he watched Zexion cry out as he came. The small man rubbed his face distractedly at Marluxia’s chest, bucking slim hips forward in a mindless search for pleasure.
“And if this can work on you, Cloaked Schemer, I daresay it will work on anyone in our fold.” Marluxia ran his wet palm over the older Nobody’s sex and hip, releasing his grip on him and watching as the Zexion hit the ground with a groan. “What say you? Was my experimentation up to your … standards, Ansem’s apprentice?”
Zexion only shuddered from his spot on the floor, sweat beading on his forehead as he breathed harshly against the cold tile. The seconds stretched on, feeling like hours, and he could only concentrate on feeling, breathing, and staying sane.
It seemed like an eternity before he succumbed to numbing nothingness.
Nothingness had never been so welcome.
Characters: Zexion, Lexaeus
Rating: 15+; some blood
Summary: In the aftermath, Lexaeus tries to get Zexion to drink some tea.
He could not smell.
He could not smell, and thus he could not taste.
He repeated the logic to Lexaeus, who stoically hovered over him with a delicate teacup from one of the more genteel worlds. Lexaeus responded by taking the bloody tissue from his hand and trading for the teacup, and then walking the short distance to the wastebasket to dispose of it.
“It will help,” the generally-taciturn Nobody said resolutely, watching Zexion like a hawk while the schemer stared lucidly at the tea he had been given.
Shaking his head, Zexion set the cup down on the bedside table and pulled up the sheets with a frown. “Increases blood flow,” was his short explanation, still trying to deflect the other’s aid. It was enough that Lexaeus had found him crumbled in the hall like a broken doll; enough that he had carried him back to his quarters, away from prying eyes; enough that he had clothed him in an attempt to reassemble his façade of dignity; and definitely enough that he had sat with him from the moment of wakefulness.
“What of Marluxia?”
“He will be dealt with eventually,” Zexion muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose painfully and reaching for another tissue. The pungent fumes of one of Marluxia’s plants had badly debilitated him; Marluxia had easily used his keen sense of smell against him, taking advantage of his dazed state to target him. Blood dotted the tissue Zexion held to his nose, and he scowled. “We will tell Vexen. He would be more intimately familiar with the on-goings of his lab.”
“Afterwards.” A pointed look from the broad-shouldered Nobody.
Smoothing the mussed hair hanging over his right eye, Zexion reached back and took the teacup back into his hands. “Deplorable,” he sighed plaintively, his cobalt eyes briefly meeting Lexaeus’ before he finally relented and drank the tea. “… We will have words later, Lexaeus.”
There was a brief silence as Lexaeus bent over the other man, then the sound of the headboard creaking as Zexion slumped back. The Silent Hero steadied the half-empty cup he had rescued, placing it back on the table before easing the much smaller man into a more comfortable position.
“When you are better, Zexion,” he murmured unnecessarily.
Characters: Zexion, Marluxia
Rating: NSFW; non-con (drugged), some bondage
Summary: Marluxia tests an experimental drug on one of the more difficult Organization members to catch off-guard. Skips straight to the sex because I'm impatient.
He could not stop shaking.
“Relax.”
He shook his head at the voice, tilting his head back as he felt those hands firmly hold his hips. Sweat glistened on his pale skin as he tried to move away, his eyes moving wildly underneath the blindfold as if it would help him see in some way. Bound, gagged, and blinded, he was the picture of nonconsensual sex with his body bared for the world to see.
But he was hard. So terribly hard.
He was reminded of that fact when one of those hands glided across one hip and down his thigh, a gasp muffled by his gag as his sex was caressed. Fingers brushed over the straining flesh knowingly, lingering over the wet, sensitive tip. Helpless before his captor, he moved into the hand with a whimper.
“You shouldn’t be this tense. I’ll give you what you want if you relax.”
But there was no way he could relax in this state; the heat moving through his nerves was as unnatural as it was noticeable. Lips found part of his cheek that was uncovered and kissed it; he leaned into the kiss, trying to distract himself from the hand on his groin.
“Relax.”
The only response was a deep exhalation—close to a whine. Then the hands were moving again, cupping his rear and stroking his length simultaneously. He moaned and twitched fitfully, his legs threatening to buckle underneath him as he felt fingers venture between his buttocks. He shook his head again, making small sounds into the cloth gagging him. The fingers sought further entrance, and he gasped as a finger pressed against his tight entrance.
“Zexion. Relax.”
He started at his name, raising his blind gaze towards the voice. The distraction was met with a thrust of the finger into him, and he let out a shallow whine. A calm, commanding voice soothed him, lulling the small man into a sense of false security even as the thrusts continued. Zexion found himself unable to stifle short moans as he was caressed and fingered, a particularly loud moan elicited when a second finger slid into his flexing heat.
“Very nice,” the deep voice complimented, and the short Nobody shuddered as warm breath tickled his ear. Teeth found his earlobe and nibbled, adding to the arousing sensations that enveloped his body. “You’re still so tense, though. I can feel it in the way you’re squeezing me.” There was a noticeable twist of those fingers, and Zexion arched as his prostate was brushed up against. “Or is that your natural tightness? Mm, I wonder.”
The memory of embarrassment left Zexion’s face flushed; he squirmed his rear a little and moaned into the gag muffling him, his body reacting to the steady stroking of the hidden spot in time with the stroking of his sex. His legs shook and shuddered underneath him, and his breath hitched as his knees gave way. Up until now, his captor had maintained distance between them, but Zexion felt the cool, familiar leather of the Organization coat against his burning body as he was caught and pulled towards the other’s chest. His breaths came in short staccatos as he bucked meaningfully against the taller man, fingers still digging into his soft insides and his erection still begging for more attention.
Had he been in his normal state of mind, none of this would have happened. But as it was, the agents he had been forced to ingest had worn him down into an overly sensitive, aroused body of twitching Nobody. He nuzzled at the other’s chest, pulling his lips together to allow the gag to slip down around his neck. He licked dry lips and panted hard against his captor, gasping when the fingers stopped thrusting and instead adjusted to stroke at his prostate. “Oh… Ohh…” He moaned and tried to voice his pleasure further, his back bending with each additional touch.
“Wonderful to know these stimulants work on Nobodies. It took awhile to grow all the ingredients.” Marluxia might as well have been talking to himself with the older Nobody as delirious as he was. Zexion leaned against him, his minute movements sluggish. “Mm… I will have to refine them in the future. This is too much to pass up.”
“Nn… Mmn…” The short moans grew louder as the stroking became more unbearable; Zexion lifted his head and keened weakly against the assassin’s chest, his blindfold damp with sweat and tears of pleasure. Marluxia continued to touch the small, shuddering Nobody with a pleased expression, a hollow chuckle rising out of him as he watched Zexion cry out as he came. The small man rubbed his face distractedly at Marluxia’s chest, bucking slim hips forward in a mindless search for pleasure.
“And if this can work on you, Cloaked Schemer, I daresay it will work on anyone in our fold.” Marluxia ran his wet palm over the older Nobody’s sex and hip, releasing his grip on him and watching as the Zexion hit the ground with a groan. “What say you? Was my experimentation up to your … standards, Ansem’s apprentice?”
Zexion only shuddered from his spot on the floor, sweat beading on his forehead as he breathed harshly against the cold tile. The seconds stretched on, feeling like hours, and he could only concentrate on feeling, breathing, and staying sane.
It seemed like an eternity before he succumbed to numbing nothingness.
Nothingness had never been so welcome.
Characters: Zexion, Lexaeus
Rating: 15+; some blood
Summary: In the aftermath, Lexaeus tries to get Zexion to drink some tea.
He could not smell.
He could not smell, and thus he could not taste.
He repeated the logic to Lexaeus, who stoically hovered over him with a delicate teacup from one of the more genteel worlds. Lexaeus responded by taking the bloody tissue from his hand and trading for the teacup, and then walking the short distance to the wastebasket to dispose of it.
“It will help,” the generally-taciturn Nobody said resolutely, watching Zexion like a hawk while the schemer stared lucidly at the tea he had been given.
Shaking his head, Zexion set the cup down on the bedside table and pulled up the sheets with a frown. “Increases blood flow,” was his short explanation, still trying to deflect the other’s aid. It was enough that Lexaeus had found him crumbled in the hall like a broken doll; enough that he had carried him back to his quarters, away from prying eyes; enough that he had clothed him in an attempt to reassemble his façade of dignity; and definitely enough that he had sat with him from the moment of wakefulness.
“What of Marluxia?”
“He will be dealt with eventually,” Zexion muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose painfully and reaching for another tissue. The pungent fumes of one of Marluxia’s plants had badly debilitated him; Marluxia had easily used his keen sense of smell against him, taking advantage of his dazed state to target him. Blood dotted the tissue Zexion held to his nose, and he scowled. “We will tell Vexen. He would be more intimately familiar with the on-goings of his lab.”
“Afterwards.” A pointed look from the broad-shouldered Nobody.
Smoothing the mussed hair hanging over his right eye, Zexion reached back and took the teacup back into his hands. “Deplorable,” he sighed plaintively, his cobalt eyes briefly meeting Lexaeus’ before he finally relented and drank the tea. “… We will have words later, Lexaeus.”
There was a brief silence as Lexaeus bent over the other man, then the sound of the headboard creaking as Zexion slumped back. The Silent Hero steadied the half-empty cup he had rescued, placing it back on the table before easing the much smaller man into a more comfortable position.
“When you are better, Zexion,” he murmured unnecessarily.