Mind Games
Saix lay on the couch, alone in The Castle That Never Was. Zexion, Marluxia and Faixt were elsewhere in the castle giggling about God knows what; Saix pouted, he liked the company of his Sponge. Umm, yeah. Anyhoo, Larxene and Xigbar were in one of their rooms doing the usual, ahem, stuff; Saix shuddered at the thought of this. As for the others, they were either on missions or wherever. In fact, Saix didn't mind this. It was unusual for him to have some alone time.
Well, maybe not all alone.
"Saix?"
He sat up. Xemnas was stood at the doorway, slightly smirking. Saix felt honoured, he only ever gave that smirk to him.
"Yes, Superior?"
The white haired Nobody sat on the arm of the chair. "Please, call me Xemnas. I find the name Superior can get a little boring." He flashed that smirk at him again.
"You seem in a good mood today, Xemnas." Saix smiled slightly at his superior.
"Of course I'm in a good mood, you've been on my mind. A lot."
A tinge of red was visible in the Luna Diviner's pale cheeks. Why was The Superior being so, flirtatious? That was the only way he could describe it. He had been so busy pondering about this that it took it a few seconds to realise that Xemnas was now sitting on him. Saix gasped a little and jumped. Before he had a chance to speak a gloved finger was placed over his cherub-like lips. And before he had a chance to react a pair of tanned lips landed a sweet kiss on his 'X' scar. Saix had never felt such a height of 'emotion' in his non-existent life.
Xemnas stopped. "I've always found that scar cute." His piercing, amber eyes gazed into Number VII's own yellow ones. Saix felt hot, and had the strangest tingle go down his spine. The Superior grinned, and locked the blue haired Nobody in an intense kiss. Saix let out a gasp, but couldn't resist, to his surprise. Xemnas deepened the kiss as his tongue slid into Saix's mouth. Saix groaned, and returned the kiss with a great passion while Xemnas caressed his muscular waist. The Luna Diviner dug his fingers into his Superior's soft, white hair. At long last the two men parted, both gasping for air.
Saix was about to pull Xemnas into another kiss, when he started to fade away. Saix whimpered a bit, but then started to realise that he was crashing back to reality as the sound of three of his comrades howling with laughter became clearer. The Berserker glared at Zexion, Marluxia and Faixt, who were at this stage bereft of sides, tears streaming down their faces. He then noticed Faixt's staff in hand. His eyes turned a fierce scarlet.
"FUCKING SPONGE!"
This was the trio's cue to run. And run. And run.