The Life And Times Of Sexy Zexy and Foxy Roxy.
Previously titled The Marvelous Misadventures of FapFap
Mkay, guys, I sure do hope you read this before the story.
This includes: PWP, the homo-erotic as well as heterosexuality, multiple pairings, masturbation, sex, BJs, HJs, RJs, and any other kinda J I mighta forgotten, many references to things I love- every person who comments on one correctly gets a dedication and may pick a pairing for me to smut up (my apologies if it sucks though). Oh, and any little things I mentioned that you want to see written out, just comment about and I'll type them up.
Was Roxas the whore of the Organization? It'd make sense, of course, seeing as everyone was his superior, but it just wasn't so. He had Zexion too. The elder members would never sleep with such a neophyte, a child. They weren't that pedophiliac. Between him and Zexion they knew what each member liked, what they prefered.
Xemnas, the two learned, liked them both at once. And they had to make lists of ways to do it differently everytime. Luckily, Zexion loved puzzles and Roxas was quite creative, and they often had sleepovers together to plot out the next show for Superior. Zexion went as far as to trap a hanging cage in his Lexicon to set up for Roxas once. Xigbar wanted to be appreciated, he was quite shy under his cocky exteriour because of his scars, and he was honestly someone Zexion appreciated the beauty of. He would lick and
touch every scar and disfiguration on two's body, muttering describtions like those out of a Harlequin novel as he did so.
Xaldin liked rough. Legs around his waist, dreds being yanked with pleasure and pounded Zexion so hard into the matress he felt dirty; the embodiment of a certian blonde/brunette, in chaps and red panties', song. The only thing keeping Zexion from passing out was the fact that Xaldin sent whipping breezes around the room to cool him off.
Vexen was the most embarresed about the sexual encounters he had, and Zexion knew that if he hadn't offered to help relieve him, Vexen never would have even thought about it. Although he got on the others for not treating him as a superior, he hated the idea of his temporary partner being treated as under him. He liked it standing up, or sitting in a chair, so that the two were at even the entire time.
Lexaeus left things up to Zexion, mainly because he was nervous of hurting the lithe and petite body he adored. He was fumbling and gentle, for once living up to everyone's opinion of him; that he was a stupid oaf. Lex was in fact very smart, his quiet intelligence overpowering his strength quite often. Zexion loved the feeling of being engulfed by him, so he opted for doggy style, Lexaeus' form enclosing around him, his strong arms next to Zexion's thin limbs, and his broad, formed chest pressing agiasnt Zexion's smooth pale back. Lexaeus liked to suck on his thin neck, Zexion's wide, silky shoulderblades, and trail calloused fingers down the humps of his spine.
Saix, no suprise here, was extremely rough. He did, to Zexion's suprise, like to bottom. Him bottoming wasn't as suprising as that he explained he was worried he'd rip six's throat out. He tore slivers and chunks out of the headboard with his teeth and got many splinters under his nails as he clawed at it. Zexion loved watching his back muscles ripple as he moved beneath him.
Axel was always a rollercoaster. He was Roxas' best friend and knew exactly what he liked, and prefered to have the blonde top, and loved it when he got to ride the blonde. Sex with the two of them was casual and joking, like everything the two friends did together. Roxas loved to have Axel's exotic looks hovering over him, dripping with sweat and burning to the touch, and Axel loved Roxas' boy next door appearence thrusting into him.
Demyx loved oral. He liked giving it and receiving it. He like blow jobs and rim jobs and nipple teases and kissing. Perhaps since he was a water mage, things involving saliva came more natural to him. Demyx was both the perfect uke and seme, teasing and light as a bottom; like bubbles. But commanding and foggy eyed as a seme; like crashing waves. Demyx liked the lights on, with mists and fogs rolling around. He also got very lazy after an orgasm, making magical rain fall lightly and wash away the sweat and cum from the two blondes.
Luxord was the kinkiest man Roxas had ever met in his life. He had closets full of outfits, toys, and accessories that made the blonde's mind boggle. He'd always assumed Marluxia would be the kink, with his plants, but not Luxord. The most shocking part, was that Luxord himself often dressed up accordingly. Including his strange lesbains moods; cheerleaders and vollwyball players; nuns and schoolgirls; and once, the horror!, Namine and Larxene.
Marluxia was a romantic. Soft lighting, safe and traditional missonary style, making sure Roxas always came first, ialways/i. It was sweet and endearing after all Roxas' other escapades. He liked it slow and gentle, making sure all the bases were touched and fully devolped. A difference from his normal commanding air.
Larxene and Namine were special cases, like the Superior. Roxas thought of Namine like a sister, and prefered to snuggle with her, to talk, give endless amounts of hugs. Zexion, as well, couldn't imagine sleeping with Namine, and understood that she didn't want that either. They, instead, exchanged sweet chaste kisses, Namine found Zexion gave amazing massages, and Zexion found just how good of an antonmical drawer Namine was when he posed for her. Both boys had to much respect for the girl to fuck around with Larxene, and when they did approach her with apprehesive expressions and shy offers, she laughed in thier faces just they knew she would. Larxene was evil and bitchy, yes, but she also was a good fighter and a smart woman, and neither would disrespect her by trying to seduce her like they did with most of the other members.
We enter into The World That Never Was a particularly calm night, zooming into Roxas' room. He and Zexion sat on his bed, a notebook open between them. They spoke calmly and with giggles back and forth about the sexcapades, as they named them, they'd had so far that week. Roxas was laughing hysterically to a disturbed Zexion about Luxord dressing up in a frilly Lolita-like witch's dress, reminding the reader of a scene from... something he'd read where a maniac described murdering someone as though it was common and giggling over exploding eyeballs.
"God, and he kept cursing at my tail cause it was in the way of my ass, but he wouldn't take it off, and then he sat up too quickly to get lube and whacked the fuck out of his head on this giant ladder he had over the bed. Did you make that, by the way?" Roxas paused to look at the smirking Zexion who nodded.
"I didn't know what it was for though. I thought I heard some weird noises coming from his room when I was walking down the the lab... Dude! Did he have you purring?" Zexion's visible eye widened in amusement and Roxy groaned.
"My mouth felt all tingly and retarded. I felt like I was playing tractors with a five year old!" Roxas attempted his sad excuse of a purr, which kinda sounded liek he was trying to hack a loogey. Zexion collasped into laughter, resting his forehead on Roxas' knee. Roxas whacked the back of his head lightly.
"So, Sexy, who are you going to see tomorrow, hmm? How come all the higher ups are normal!" Zexy moaned lightly and rolled over to look up at his partner.
"Normal? I'm going to Saix's tomorrow, that is not normal! He barely has any headboard left!" The two sat in thought for a moment before making eye contact again and disolving into laughter.
