Disclaimer: Neither Naive-Symphony nor City Girl Dreamer own Kingdom Hearts (though we'd like to).

Author's Note: Welcome welcome to Orgy XIII! This assortment of stories will be a collaboration between yours truly and the lovely City Girl Dreamer. The two of us will be alternating chapters for this fic; I'll have the odd-numbered ones (because I'm odd) and she will be writing the even-numbered ones. This story is actually a series of unrelated one-shots, pairing up random members of Organization XIII for some crazy crack pairing fun! There will be smut, fluff, drama, angst, and everything in-between. Ratings will range from K to M, so we're just gonna rate the story as M to protect the younguns from the more explicit chapters. Expect the unexpected people, because even we don't know how these chapters are going to turn out or how long this is gonna last. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show ladies and gentlemen!

Warning: Most of the pairings will be boy/boy, as there is only one female member of Organization XIII. So basically if that freaks you out, read no more. No, we are not going to be using Xion. However, you might see Namine pop up in a few of these stories. Let the chaos ensue!

Chapter 1: Porcelain

Pairing: Xaldin/Roxas

Rating: M

Author: Naive-Symphony

The hollow sound of footfalls reverberated throughout an empty hallway in the castle that loomed over The World that Never Was. A lone cloaked figure was slowly advancing down a long foyer, no particular destination in mind. His long, black strands of hair trailed behind him, as if dancing in some invisible breeze.

Xaldin, or "The Whirlwind Lancer" as the Superior had dubbed him upon his entrance into the Organization as No. III, was simply walking. No real goal or motive to this action, he was simply… walking. No worries raced through his head, no emotions twisting his thoughts, as he was a Nobody; a creature without a heart.

The black-clad man continued his meaningless stroll, only appearing alive due to his constant motion forward. His face revealed no emotion, no clues as to what could have been swimming through his dark mind. Had a normal person, that is, a person with a heart been performing the same action, one might have guessed that they were simply bored. However, when the most neutral shade of blank is the normal facial expression for one without a heart, this was hardly an uncommon sight. Nothing to feel, nothing to express.

Suddenly, a second pair of footsteps was heard; faint at first, but slowly beginning to crescendo as Xaldin continued forward. If he was curious about the added noise, he did not show it. Perhaps Nobodies simply did not feel curious.

The owner of the second pair of feet could have been anywhere nearby. The castle was so empty and quiet that even the slightest noise could be heard resounding throughout the lifeless halls. As each set of footfalls clashed off-tempo from the other, the owner of the second pair was finally revealed. A second figure in black appeared at the opposite end of the hallway from Xaldin, walking towards him. He was much smaller than the hall's first occupant, this becoming increasingly obvious as the two bodies came closer together. The hood of the Organization's long, black cloak was resting on the boy's back as he slowly continued his own aimless stroll. Xaldin's eyes shifted to appraise the newcomer. The boy's hair was short and choppy, almost appearing windblown. This simple fact was something that III always took into consideration upon seeing the boy. The color of the smaller male's hair was a dark blonde that complemented his fair skin beautifully. The most appealing of the boy's features however were his shockingly bright blue eyes. Xaldin's lips curved upward into a slow sneer as he drew closer to the smaller Nobody.

Roxas. The Key of Destiny. No. XIII.

Just as the two of them were about to cross paths, they each stopped. Roxas looked up at his elder; blue eyes quietly appraising the other man. He let out a shaky breath as he let his eyes fall upon the sly smirk that had spread itself onto Xaldin's face. If one were to observe this encounter from a third person's perspective, they might suspect one feeling in particular; fear. But Nobodies could not feel fear, so what was it that caused those bright blue eyes to widen so? What was it that made the smaller boy's lip quiver? Xaldin continued to stare down maliciously at The Key of Destiny. After a long moment, he slowly parted his lips and spoke.

"XIII," he stated calmly, voice smoothly cutting through the silence.

Roxas exhaled shakily. "Xaldin," he responded, almost inaudible.

Xaldin's lip curled, revealing his teeth. He was amused by how quickly he had evoked a reaction in the boy. If he didn't know better, he would say that this feeling was… delight? He seemed to be experiencing some sort of remembrance of delight as he surveyed the small boy standing before him.

Xaldin reached one gloved hand forward and cupped the boy's cheek tenderly. Roxas shied away from the touch, but not enough to escape it completely. Xaldin's thumb stroked small circles across the smooth skin as his face remained unchanging.

Roxas' eyelids slowly came down to cover his soft blue eyes as he reveled in the gentle caress of his superior. Lips slightly parted, his breaths were coming out faster; his cheeks tainted with a slight blush. Xaldin's smirk widened as he further gauged the younger Nobody's reaction.

This boy… he was so… pure.

So… delicate.

So… breakable.

A fire had appeared in the deep violet eyes, but the calm demeanor of the beholder remained unchanged. Xaldin's gentle caresses continued, however his hand had begun to extend its domain. He traced the contours of the boy's ear, ran fingers through the silky blonde locks, trailed teasing fingers down a pale throat. Roxas gulped, opening hazy eyes to focus upon the taller man once more.

Xaldin cocked his head to the side, continuing his ministrations. "So beautiful," he said softly, almost in a whisper. He brought his other hand up to the boys face, allowing a second set of gloved fingers to join their counterparts in exploring the delicate features of the cherubic face. "Like a porcelain doll."

Bright blue eyes looked up at him innocently. They were marvelously untainted. How was it that something so unsoiled and virginal could be a denizen of the darkness? Roxas truly was an angel among devils. Xaldin licked his lips, watching the smaller boy's eyes follow his tongue's every movement. He felt it again, that unusual sensation; delight.

Roxas was so clean and untouched. He radiated innocent beauty.

And Xaldin wanted nothing more than to break him. The thought filled him with sadistic joy.

He wanted to hear that pretty mouth scream in agony, watch as his translucent eyes welled up with tears, feel his body shudder from unyielding pain. A shiver ran though Xaldin's spine, causing him to smile in what felt distinctly like pleasure. He was going to make this fragile little creature shatter, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

Continuing his exploration of the boy, Xaldin guided the two of them towards the wall. Roxas had begun panting even heavier than before, too captivated by the taller man to even consider escape. Pressing the smaller body firmly against the vertical surface, Xaldin lowered his head until his lips barely brushed against a delicate earlobe. "I don't play very gently with my toys," Xaldin whispered before biting down roughly on the boy's ear. The silence that had hung over them was immediately shattered as Roxas cried out in pain. Almost instantaneously, Xaldin opened a dark portal in the wall behind them and pushed Roxas forcefully through.

Less than a second later the two had entered a dark room; No. III's bedroom. Roxas had stumbled backwards, but was caught when Xaldin reached forward and grabbed his wrists, pulling the smaller boy flush against him once more. The older man crashed his lips into those of his prey, silencing any noise that the blonde had been making. Roxas opened his mouth to protest, but Xaldin merely took the opportunity to forcefully shove his tongue into the vulnerable opening, ravishing the soft, delicate cavity. He brutally kissed the boy, tongue and teeth overtaking the smaller mouth. Roxas groaned quietly; whether it was out of pain or pleasure was unknown. Xaldin held the boy's hands firmly above his head, slowly removing the gloves from the smaller hands. Tossing them to the floor, he brought his slender fingers towards the blonde's head and proceeded to knead them through the soft, golden locks.

Xaldin's fingers, which had been delicately tangled in the boy's beautiful hair, had suddenly threaded roughly through the strands and painfully held Roxas' head in place, moving only to push the boy closer to his attacker. Tears began to form at the corner of the younger boy's eyes after having his hair yanked so hard. Xaldin looked down at his handiwork and smiled, trailing his tongue across the pale skin and collecting the tears. More… he wanted more.

Roxas' head was pulled back forcefully, exposing his neck to the domineering mouth of his superior. He let out a quiet hiss of pain, but couldn't refrain from moaning softly as sharp teeth bit at the tender flesh of his throat. Long, laborious strokes from the older man's tongue quickly followed to taste the delicate skin. Xaldin smiled against the boy's neck before biting roughly on a delicate clavicle. Roxas cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt warm fluid seeping out from underneath his collar. Blood.

As his mouth continued to devour the smaller Nobody's neck, Xaldin's hands began to roughly grope at the fragile body pressed against him. Shoulders. Ribs. Chest. Waist. Ass. The boy was so soft. Deciding that clothed touches were not enough, Xaldin quickly disposed of his own gloves. He ripped open the long black cloak covering Roxas' body and continued his ministrations against bare skin. Roxas' face flushed with embarrassment as his coat fell to the floor in pieces. He was now standing before this man, one of his superiors, half-naked. He clumsily tried to cover himself, but his hands were immediately torn away from his exposed chest by greedy fingers.

Roxas had barely noticed that he had been progressively pushed backwards until the backs of his knees came into contact with the cool sheets of a single bed. He almost fell onto the surface, but immediately caught himself. However he was only on his feet for a minute longer until Xaldin forcibly shoved the small boy onto the mattress and hastily climbed over him, removing his own cloak in the process.

Once he had regained his composure after being pushed so roughly, Roxas began to panic. He was trapped underneath Xaldin's body, wrists being held over his head as the dark haired man's ministrations on his neck grew more painful. As the gravity of the situation began to truly sink in, Roxas began to wriggle back and forth in a futile attempt to free himself.

"Get off of me! Gah!" he exclaimed, struggling to relinquish himself from the other man's grasp. Xaldin ceased his aggressive assault on the boy temporarily to raise his body and simply watch him squirm. The dark-haired Nobody's face contorted into a maniacal grin as he watched Roxas try to escape. The boy was getting absolutely nowhere, his physical strength nowhere near the same level as Xaldin's. The Lancer simply threw back his head and laughed. Roxas' actions immediately came to a halt as the terrifying noise erupted from the larger man's throat. His laugh was deep and loud, hinting at sadistic pleasure. The noise made the boy shiver out of cold terror, and he knew that there was no way he was going to escape until Xaldin got what he wanted. Xaldin knew that Roxas couldn't get away. He knew that he could do whatever he pleased with the boy. As this knowledge settled deeper into Roxas' mind, he grew completely still and simply stared at his captor with wide eyes.

He was trapped.

Xaldin brought his head back down and slowly towards his prey. His lips rested merely inches from a soft earlobe as he whispered, "Try as you may, you cannot run from me my little doll." Roxas visibly shivered at these words, closing his eyes forcefully and whimpering. Perhaps he would wake from this and it would all be a bad dream. Maybe this was all just a horrid nightmare. He shouldn't have stopped to greet the intimidating man in the hallway earlier; he should have just kept walking.

Should have, but didn't. Roxas internally cursed himself for submitting to his superior's compassionate pretense. Silly him for forgetting that Nobodies can't feel compassion, or perhaps just temporarily hoping that he was wrong.

Slowly, Xaldin ghosted his fingers across the boy's chest, marveling at the flawless skin. It was beautiful, like an untouched canvas, but canvases are not meant to remain blank. Roxas gasped as he felt a sharp pain trailing across his chest. He opened his eyes hesitantly and gazed at his body to see long fingernails carving a delicate pattern in his skin. Xaldin was completely enraptured in what he was doing as he continued to draw across Roxas' pale chest. Small droplets of blood bubbled at the surface of many of the shallow wounds, some growing too large and sliding off of Roxas' raised chest, trailing their crimson stain as they journeyed down his sides and onto the sheets below. The blonde winced with each fresh cut, while his captor simply stared in awe.

"Beautiful," Xaldin breathed out, watching his masterpiece unfold beneath his fingertips. He lowered his mouth to taste the living design, reveling in its flavor. He raised his head and closed his eyes in what looked distinctly like pleasure, trails of red tainting his parted lips. Roxas just watched in horror, unable to move save for his heavy breathing. As Xaldin slowly raised his eyelids, he gave his captive a hungry glare. This was proving to be even more thrilling than he could have ever imagined. He lowered his hands to the boy's long black pants, finding the zipper and undoing them slowly. As he removed the garment completely he slipped off the smaller Nobody's boots as well, sending everything crashing to the floor. Roxas lay beneath him in nothing but a pair of dark blue boxers. Tears returned to the smaller boy's eyes as he once again realized the inevitability of the situation. Xaldin left these droplets of moisture in their place, as he had more interesting matters to attend to.

As Xaldin reached down to remove the last article of clothing covering Roxas' body, the small boy whimpered, barely audible. "P-please. Please Xaldin, d-don't," he stuttered between sobs. His whole body was shaking violently. Xaldin stopped for a moment and smiled sweetly down at his toy. For a moment, Roxas thought that perhaps the Lancer had indeed decided to take pity on him and desist. This notion was quickly tossed aside however when Xaldin's expression morphed into one of absolutely cruel intent as he roughly removed the boy's undergarments, ripping them from his body and tossing them carelessly aside.

Roxas began crying again, soft sobs the only noise that filled the room. Xaldin surveyed the naked body that was laid out before him, hands exploring every inch. His eyes were glazed over in a look of silent wonder as he continued touching the boy. He had truly never seen something so pure in his entire life. This body was so clean. He began to quiver with excitement knowing that he would be the one to forever soil this delicate flower. He was going to further tarnish that perfect, porcelain skin.

Xaldin brought his lips down to the boy's steadily rising and falling chest, trailing his tongue across the skin once more. He led a trail of saliva to a dusty pink nipple, surrounding it with his mouth and smirked at the gasp that escaped from the small boy's lips. Xaldin toyed with the small nub briefly before biting down roughly on the tender skin. Roxas let out a reluctant scream as the blood began to flow from the newly formed wound. Xaldin began laughing delightedly once more, voice tainted with sadistic pleasure as he began to bite roughly on the tender skin around the boy's ribcage. He continued his journey southward, laughing and biting, reveling in each new sound that tore itself from the blonde's lips. He sucked away at the red fluid that spilled from the fresh wounds, enjoying the metallic taste of the boy's pain. Small bruises and cuts were slowly darkening all over Roxas' body, one for each ruthless bite left by the terrifying Lancer. Xaldin was marking Roxas, putting his name down as the one who dirtied the beautiful creature.

As his lips neared the juncture between Roxas' groin and thigh, Xaldin heard the exhale that rapidly passed between the boy's lips. Roxas gritted his teeth, utterly disgusted with himself for being even slightly turned on by the evil man. Still, with Xaldin's hot breath ghosting across Roxas' now slightly erect member, he couldn't contain himself. Another moan slipped past his lips as Xaldin smirked against his sensitive skin once more. Roxas hoped, if only faintly, that perhaps the man would relieve him of this growing pressure in his lower abdomen and just leave it at that. Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed once more. Xaldin's lips found the tender flesh of Roxas' inner thigh and bit down hard. Roxas threw his head back and cried out in agony as he choked out another sob. The excruciating pain paired with the now uncomfortable arousal was causing the tears to leak from his gentle blue eyes once more.

Xaldin lifted himself up to watch the boy crumbling beneath him. He stared with an amused smile for a few moments as the boy silently sobbed, face turned sideways in an attempt to somehow get as far from his captor as was physically possible. Xaldin's eyes explored every corner of the boy, taking in each and every fresh wound that littered the small body, smiling with what seemed like delight at each one. As he watched his pretty little doll quivering and sobbing beneath him, he decided that he was going to end the tortuously slow games here. Watching the boy and touching the boy had only been feeding the ever growing arousal pooling in his stomach. Xaldin winced, realizing his pants had become painfully tight and hastily relieved himself of the problem. Once his final items of clothing had been stripped of his body, Xaldin looked down at Roxas with new fervor. He was hungry, Roxas was vulnerable, and he was through with waiting for what he really wanted.

The blonde let out a surprised gasp as he was roughly flipped over until his stomach was pressing into the hard mattress. He began to hyperventilate. Eyes wide, he struggled, flailing his limbs in one last attempt to break free, but Xaldin had already pinned the boy's wrists to the bed and planted his legs on Roxas' slender ones for the time being. Panting, Xaldin leaned forward to trail his tongue sloppily across the back of his captive's neck, biting down once more and releasing a strangled cry from the blonde.

"I've enjoyed playing with you my pet. Now, let's end these little games," Xaldin crooned as he slid one hand underneath Roxas and placed it on his stomach. He lifted so that the boy's rear was raised before bringing both hands to grip firmly on Roxas' slender hips. He lifted his legs from atop the smaller Nobody's trembling limbs and crept forward on his knees. Xaldin no longer had to worry about his captive trying to escape; he was already on the verge of breaking.

Without warning Xaldin's hips thrust forward as he roughly entered the smaller Nobody. Screaming in agony, Roxas' hands clawed at the sheets as newly formed tears began to spill from his eyes again. Grunting, Xaldin pulled back out and thrust into the boy again, and again, and again. Roxas grit his teeth and pressed his head into the mattress as he was painfully taken from behind. He could feel trickles of blood trailing from his formerly virgin opening and down his shaking legs. If Xaldin noticed this, he showed no signs. The man was ravenous, pounding into the boy's tight entrance.

Roxas' head was swimming, but at the same time it felt as if it was completely blank. There were so many thoughts that were raging through his head right now, but at the same time he wanted to clear his mind and remove himself from the traumatizing situation completely. Eyes closed, Roxas hoped for some sort of out of body experience; anything that could distract him from the horrendous pain and emotional trauma he was enduring.

Picking up his pace, Xaldin continued his violent thrusts into Roxas' tender ass. His body was coated in a thin layer of sweat, causing many strands of his long black hair to stick to his back. His hands gripped painfully onto the boy's waist, pressure sure to leave bruises and long nails digging into the skin and spilling fresh blood onto Xaldin's hands. Unrelenting, he continued violently raping the blonde, sweat from his hands seeping into the wound and stinging the previously unexposed flesh. Roxas did not cry out, he did not even seem to acknowledge the new pain. To him, it was only more agony added onto what was already a large amount of agony. He felt himself growing numb to Xaldin's violent actions, but at the same time he could still feel the hurt rip through him every time the man thrust into him. Roxas merely continued to grip the sheets beneath him and bury his head as the bed rocked violently against the wall.

Suddenly something incredibly sensitive was stuck within Roxas, causing him to scream again, voice cracking. Xaldin had pierced something incredibly tender within him, and it hurt more than anything he had done up until then. Roxas felt himself grow hard as this certain spot was struck again and again. He was confused as to why his body was reacting in that way when he was experiencing such pain. There was no pleasure gained from Xaldin pounding into the newly found sensitive area deep within him, but for some reason Roxas' body acted as if being struck there was the greatest pleasure imaginable. The uncomfortable sensation of a rising orgasm brought nothing but more pain to Roxas' ravished body. Had this been a more pleasant experience, had he actually wanted to have sex with this man, perhaps Roxas would have been pleasured by the incessant attacks upon his most sensitive area and his approaching release. However it only proceeded to cause him more anguish.

Nearing completion, Xaldin's thrusts became erratic and even more forceful than before. The sickening sound of skin slapping against skin coupled with the frantic grunts of the aggressor and the shaky sobs of the captive formed a twisted sort of symphony in the dark room. The stench of sweat and sex mingled with the metallic smell of fresh blood, causing the blonde to feel even more nauseous than he had already.

Although Roxas' body had decided to become mildly aroused by Xaldin's forceful actions, he knew he was nowhere near his climax; especially compared to the man behind him. The elder Nobody began to groan as his thrusts fell off-tempo from his previous tirade. With a strangled groan, Xaldin came heavily into Roxas' abused body, white fluid leaking from between the boy's legs as the older man finished.

Chest heaving, Xaldin pulled out and shakily lifted himself from the bed. He turned to look down upon the blonde boy lying motionless on the bed. Still panting, a small smile curved onto the man's lips as he gazed down at his handiwork. Roxas turned to face the wall and pulled his knees up to his chest. Glassy blue eyes stared blankly at the plain wall as he breathed slow and evenly. Dried tears left trails across his pale cheeks that glistened in the moonlight as it fell through the small window above the bed. Flecks and paths of dried blood were scattered across his entire body, mixing with dried cum where it leaked out from between his legs.

Xaldin chuckled darkly before turning towards his bathroom, deciding that he wanted a shower to clean himself off. As he closed the door behind him he broke into a fit of laughter once more. He was pleased with himself, he had done it.

The boy was broken.

Wow, hope I didn't scare all of you away with that one. I promise there will be happier stories to follow (and also some more sad ones *hides*).

~ NS