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"Are you quite done?" Roxas startles from his euphoria; jerking down the royal-purple canopy hangings in his surprise.
Xemnas smirks coyly from the high-arched door. His massive brown arms are folded around his chest like he's waiting for something none-too important and it's only his past nature as a gentleman that keeps him waiting for the command that he may enter.
Roxas smoothes the chiffon wadded around his legs, trying his best to shield his erection, though Xemnas seems more interested in the desk beside the door. XIII notices a curious sense of determination present in the Nobody as he bends to better examine the various scrawling on his desktop.
Roxas didn't quite like paper, but right now he sure wishes that he did.
"My, my," Xemnas touches a scribble on the lower left corner of the desk, "What an odd depiction."
It was something stupid that Roxas had specifically told Demyx /not/ to doodle, but fuck-face sure doesn't listen and there it is, glaring up at the both of them: a stick-figure depiction of Xemnas and Roxas screwing like animals.
And it isn't the only one, but Demyx hadn't done those.
"Demyx drew it," Roxas sweeps a hand over the scratch, trying to be nonchalant in his rather desperate attempt to smear the graphite, "I don't—"
Roxas forgets how they got from the desk to the floor to the bed, back to the floor and back to the bed, but they are and they're naked; with His Lord sitting straight against the headboard and Roxas' legs wrapping tight around his waist.
Xemnas is thrusting himself into the smaller boy's body. The room's heating quickly; both of them moving mechanically toward some dull climax. It's an awkward kind of pleasure and Roxas' blood is speckling the sheets, but Xemnas keeps murmuring to him that he's a good boy for taking every bit of what he gives and isn't it nice to get what you want and nothing is better—nothing is better, So—
Orgasm is like a bullet and Xemnas stops talking.
i revised it: 16.7.2007
