Wolf Pups
Ch1
If I owned them, well….. you really wither don't want to know, or invest heavily in a camera.
All was quiet in Castle Oblivion. It was their version of night, where all slept, recuperating another day of struggling to find their hearts.
All… save for the superior and his Wolf.
Xemnas enjoyed number Seven's company almost every night, and his body nearly as often. It was no secret, this pair of borderline psychotics. They balanced each other. Xemnas needed Saix's cold judgment and Saix needed the Superior like glue to hold himself together. There was a play for dominance, but it was equal, traded off depending on Saix, basically. Xemnas would not force himself on Saix if the Diviner didn't want it, since he made that particular grievance quite clear in fang and claw. Xemnas liked his head where it was, thank you.
Saix was a berserker through and through. Utterly unpredictable, he was often worse than a premenstrual Larxene with his manic mood swings from a violent nightmare of a hell-spawn to calm, almost pliant with dog-like loyalty. Indeed, Demyx had taken to calling Saix 'Puppy'. Not that the Diviner was complaining. The water-mage was like his own pup, one to protect and care for in this darkness. Xigbar especially found this vexing, since he had fallen, as a nobody could fall, for the mullet-headed 'innocent'. Often his attempts into Demyx's bed had turned a switch on in Saix, unleashing the reason he was called a Berzerker.
Xemnas was almost as territorial over Saix as the Diviner over the Nocturne. Sure, he was a little less obvious about it, but it was there. When Saix first was 'reborn', Xigbar tried wheedling his way into Saix's …favor… if you could call it that. Xemnas had been annoyed enough to lay down a present law.
"He has been spoken for." No more arguments after that.
But back to now…
Tonight was not one for coupling or any sort of love-play. They laid in the big bed in Xemnas's rooms not as protector/protected or dominant/submissive, but as equals, friends, who just happened to like each other a little farther more than just friends. Comrades-in-arms, perhaps, but comrades-with benefits might fit best.
Silence.
No words needed here. Just calm caresses of a mocha hand on pale-moon skin.
Xemnas had talked Namine into drawing him a big glass window over the bed, not needing a vocal explanation. Saix needed the moon. To see it's dusted face every night or close to it. What Saix needed, he received, like Demyx needed the insane amount of water and Axel needed the biggest fireplace ever to grace any world. It was not favoritism as much as giving the Diviner his dues as a faithful member. So there they were, lit only by the moon in the superior's quarters, sharing the sweetest silence.