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Yoru: So, it's time to write the newest fic. Random idea, enjoy.
Kuronue: This fic contains violence, cursing, torture, rape, abuse, and YAOI.
Yoru: You have been warned. Don't come yell at me if you read something you don't approve of, because it's not my fault you read it.
Prince Zexion was never interested in his older cousin's war games, but because of a recent capture, he was forced to sit in his small throne beside King Xemnas and watch as the soldiers brought forth their prisoners - three men, bound roughly and shoved in front of the thrones, bags over their heads. Zexion sighed, running a hand through his silvery-blue hair; he'd seen prisoners before, and he wasn't sure why Xemnas always insisted he attend to see more. The man in the middle had apparently not ceased his struggling since the three had been captured, and was held down by two soldiers now.
"Who are they?" Xemnas' booming voice echoed throughout the throne room, making Zexion wince a little.
"They are only simple soldiers, but I have it on confidence that the one in the center is a close personal friend of the Prince's back in Hollow Bastion," the captain, Luxord, replied smugly.
"Remove their hoods," Xemnas ordered. The one in the center's hood was jerked off so roughly his head was pulled back with it, and Zexion wondered just how much trouble the man had given Xemnas' soldiers.
His eyes widened as the man's head fell back down.
He was gorgeous.
His wild red hair, made wilder by its containment inside of the bag, stuck out every which way in gravity-defying spikes. Pale skin was accented by black kohl around his eyes, also bringing out the bright green. He had deep green tattoos under his stunning eyes, and his handsome features were sharply defined. Zexion gulped.
"This is Axel Sia," Luxord announced. Zexion's eyes widened further; the man was known throughout The World That Never Was as a fierce, ruthless warrior. He saw Xemnas' interest perk.
"Let us go!" Axel snarled, still fighting the rope around his arms and wrists. Xemnas chuckled.
"I think not."
Zexion wrenched his attention to the other two prisoners and his eyes softened. The pretty one to the right was barely older than him, and utterly terrified. Golden hair was formed into a sort of haphazard Mohawk, and bright blue eyes were wide with fear. He cowered behind Axel, who had moved over a bit to shield him.
The one to the left had just been revealed, and Zexion saw Xemnas' eyes light up. Dark blue hair fell in an odd style around the man's face, bringing out defiant golden eyes. A scar in the shape of a cross fell directly over the bridge of a fine nose, but it only served to accent the beautiful features of the man before them.
"He is Sia's direct subordinate?" Xemnas asked, pointing at the blunette. Luxord nodded.
"Saix Luna."
Xemnas stood and approached Saix, tipping his chin up to see his face better. Zexion could see the tension in Saix's shoulders as Xemnas leaned close.
"He's quite lovely," Xemnas stated. Saix frowned, but didn't speak as Xemnas' fingers stroked his chin.
"And who is the third?" Xemnas directed at Luxord without taking his eyes off of Saix.
"The only reason we were able to keep Sia in line – he seems to be hell bent on protecting him. Threaten Demyx, and you have Sia's cooperation and Luna's to a certain degree." Luxord smirked as he touched Demyx's hair; Zexion could have sworn he heard a faint whimper. Xemnas stepped away from Saix, who all but jerked his face away.
"Stop talking about us like we're animals!" Axel shouted. Luxord backhanded him across the face, but Axel kept to his knees without hitting the floor. Zexion saw Demyx flinch, and Saix leaned over to whisper in his ear. A soldier jerked Saix back, but not before Demyx's shoulders relaxed slightly.
"Take Sia and the boy to the cells," Xemnas ordered finally.
"And Luna?"
"My chambers," the King said smugly. Saix's eyes widened, and he began to fight the hands that grabbed him.
"You can't do that!" Axel yelled, struggling desperately as soldiers took his arms and shoulders. Zexion closed his eyes tightly.
Xemnas, you're sick.
"Let go of me!" Saix growled at the men dragging him away.
"You can't do that! Rules of engagement don't allow it!" Axel continued urgently. Xemnas chuckled.
"You're my prisoners. I can do anything with you that I like. Saix to my chambers, Axel and the boy to the cells. Now."
"Xemnas…" Zexion started, but one glare from those bright eyes and he stopped. The men were dragged in two different directions, cursing.
As Axel was pulled away, he met Zexion's eyes. Zexion shivered at the utter hatred in those stunning orbs.
Xemnas walked into his chambers, smirking at the sounds of a struggle emanating from his bedroom. He walked in, watching his captive fight the bonds tying his wrists to the headboard of the bed.
"You know you can't break them."
"Let me go, you bastard," Saix hissed, "You can't do this to me."
"I can," Xemnas replied smugly, sliding sensually onto the bed. Saix's eyes widened, and Xemnas was gratified to see a hint of fear in the depths of gold. He reached out and buried his hand in the silky blue strands of Saix's hair, running his fingers through. Saix tried to jerk his head away, but Xemnas fisted his fingers and yanked back, earning a cry of pain.
"Learn some manners," Xemnas snarled.
"Me? You're the one who's planning to rape me!"
"Indeed," Xemnas said hungrily, keeping Saix's head back and forcing their mouths together. Saix's eyes shot open wide, and his struggles intensified. Xemnas opened his mouth, trying to force his tongue past Saix's teeth, but the blunette would not allow him in. Finally, Xemnas pulled away, smirking as Saix snapped at him.
"You'll behave, Luna, or I'll punish that little golden haired boy that you and Sia seem to be so fond of." Xemnas smiled horribly as Saix's eyes narrowed.
"Leave Demyx out of this."
"I don't have to," Xemnas said, pulling Saix close again, "You'll let me have my way, Luna, or I'll do him instead."
And as just as the King knew he would, Saix opened his mouth when Xemnas prodded him. The King smiled around the forced kiss, knowing he would get what he wanted. Exploring Saix's mouth was pure nirvana, a mix of sweet and sultry that went straight to Xemnas' nether regions with just a taste.
"Perfect."
Zexion wandered down into the dungeons, determined to see the redheaded leader again. There was something about the warrior that made Zexion's heart beat faster with a thought. Upon entering the dungeons, he brushed past the guards without a word and went to the dark cell. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw bright green eyes staring at him from the corner. The golden-haired boy was curled up in Axel's lap, fast asleep, one hand fisted in Axel's vest.
"What do you want?" Axel hissed quietly.
"Just…to meet you," Zexion replied hesitantly. Axel blinked, bewilderment on his face.
"Why?"
"I don't know," Zexion answered truthfully, "How is he?"
"He's bloody terrified of what you people are going to do, especially after what your King is doing to Saix. It finally exhausted him." Axel's voice had regained its snarl. Zexion flinched.
"I'd stop him if I could," he whispered.
"Aren't you his brother or something?" Axel's voice was steadily getting louder.
"His cousin."
"Then you can stop him! We're prisoners, not toys!" Axel shouted. Demyx started awake, looking around wildly. His big eyes alighted on Zexion.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Prince Zexion of Atlantica," Zexion replied. Demyx smiled.
"I'm Demyx. I'm…I'm a little scared, but you don't seem to want to hurt us."
"I don't." This was directed at Axel as well. Demyx got out of Axel's lap and went to the bars, putting a hand through for Zexion to shake.
"Demyx!" Axel came after him, pulling him away, "Just because he looks harmless doesn't mean he is!"
"But…"
"No buts!" Axel pushed Demyx behind him, "Look, Prince, I'm sorry, but I don't trust you any further than I could throw your sadistic ass of a cousin. So just…just go. Please."
"I…" He almost said 'don't have to', but then he realized how much that sounded like Xemnas. Axel's eyes were boring into his, as though he were testing him. Which, Zexion reflected, he probably was, and as long as the Prince stood there he was failing.
"All right," he said quietly, and started to walk away.
"Hey!" Axel's voice followed him, and he stopped. He turned to see Axel at the bars, watching him.
"I'm not…I mean, it's just war, you know?" Axel said, stammering a little. Zexion nodded.
"Yes. Just war."