It had been a very long night.
Saix yawned and stretched, pushing aside mountains of paperwork to fold his arms under his head on his desk. Some days, he had to wonder why he was still only number seven in this organization-with all the work he did, surely he deserved a promotion by now? Not that he particularly minded, of course, but it was still the last thought dancing around in his head, like a report blown in the wind, before he closed his eyes and slept. Ten thousand hearts and just as many forms to fill out-Xemnas must be out of his tree to want a detailed report on every single one of them. But Kingdom Hearts just HAD to be perfect...
The Superior of the organization glanced up at the clock on his office wall with a frown. It was three in the morning, and he hadn't heard hind nor hoof of his acting second in command all night- not like the desperately loyal man at all. Slipping a bookmark into his tome (How To Stay On Top- A Superiors Guide To Quashing Upheavals) and dropping it into a drawer, he stood and skulked out of his office, pacing the silent halls of his empty palace. Saix's room was at the very top, in a tower bathed with moonlight- thank god for dark corridors.
"Saix?" Xemnas called, his soft, deep whisper filling the room right to the corners, scaring the shadows lurking in the tower. God only knew why he felt compelled to whisper in his own castle, but the sight of the neophyte with his face in his desk, peacefully snoozing between mountains of paper like a giant in a valley, was so blissfully serene that the Superior didn't feel it was proper to shout. The berserker didn't stir, a soft snore falling from his lips. God, that was endearing. Xemnas couldn't help the smile on his lips as he slipped up to the small young man, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning close- The moonlit tower seemed so romantic suddenly, a pang filling Xemnas's chest like a sweet note from a plucked harp string. Unable, unwilling to pause, he pressed his lips to Saix's cheek, catching a whisper of salty flesh and stale deodorant, taking in his neophytes scent.
"I-I'm awake..." The neophyte murmured sleepily as Xemnas drew back, his eyes opening a crack and catching moonlight like a cats in the dark. The man was obviously exhausted- he would never stammer, never mumble, if he was anything but dead on his feet. He blinked, rubbing sleep from his eyes and reaching for his pen, still faced with a mountain of paperwork, caught sleeping on the job. Xemnas chuckled.
"Your devotion is charming, Saix." He reassured, still speaking with held breath as he took the pen from the mans hand, tucking it into his pocket. The neophyte was so tired that he barely had the energy to protest when Xemnas wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted him clean out of his seat, cradling the berserker to his chest like a lover carrying his partner across a threshold. He was asleep again before Xemnas had carried him to the master bedroom, head bowed to his chest and breath silent even as the Superior laid him across plush sheets and thick eiderdown, pressing another kiss to his forehead and sliding in beside him, draping a naked arm casually across the neophytes waist.
"Goodnight, Saix." Xemnas breathed softly. He felt a pang again, breath catching as Saix turned into him, nestling tight against his chest with a soft, comfortable murmur, his lips brushing against Xemnas's throat as his hands tangled into silver hair.
"Thank you" The man whispered back, growing still again as he slipped into dreams, the smile on his face making Xemnas wonder briefly just what he was thinking of.