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Yoru: Well, I have a project I should be working on, but I'm kind of done with what I can do until more Asians answer my question.
Kuronue: Fun fun.
Yoru: Oh yeah. So you get this instead!
Axel's head snapped up as several guards filed into the dungeon. Luxord was leading them, smirking horribly.
"The boy," he said shortly. Axel's eyes widened, and he wrapped his arms around an already-shaking Demyx.
"No," he hissed. Zexion stood and faced Luxord.
"I order you to leave Demyx alone," he snapped. Luxord looked at him for a long moment.
"Prince Zexion, I have to respectfully ignore your order. King Xemnas has literally ordered me to have the boy for the night."
Demyx's eyes widened, and he clutched Axel desperately.
"No…"
"NO!" Axel shouted, "I WON'T LET YOU!"
Luxord laughed, "You think you can stop me?"
"Luxord, please! He's not much older than me!" Zexion pleaded.
"I know. That's part of what makes him so desirable," Luxord chuckled, gesturing at his guards. Zexion stood his ground.
"Do not take him," he growled. Luxord gently, but firmly, moved him aside.
"I have my orders," he said, holding Zexion by the arm. Axel fought tooth and nail to keep the guards from getting to Demyx, but in a few moments, the guards had him pinned against the wall by his arms and neck. Demyx scrambled backwards, tears already in his eyes as the last guard approached him.
"P-please…please, no…" he whimpered, trapping himself in a corner. The guard ignored him, grabbing his arm and jerking him to his feet. Demyx fought as the soldier pulled him to the cell door.
"Demyx!" Axel choked out as the guards holding him squeezed his neck to keep him back.
"Axel! Axel, help me!" Demyx cried as the guard bound his hands together at the front. Zexion tried to pull his arm from Luxord's hold, but the captain only handed it to another guard. He approached Demyx, who whimpered and tried to pull away only to find his back against his guard's chest. Luxord took Demyx's chin in his hand and tilted the terrified boy's head up.
"A truly lovely boy," he purred.
"Let him go! Let him go!" Axel yelled, lunging at the bars as the guards let him go and left the cell, locking it behind them. Zexion couldn't believe his own helplessness.
"Luxord! Luxord, please," he begged. Luxord ignored him, gesturing at the guard to take Demyx out of the dungeon. Demyx struggled hard as the man carted him out. Luxord looked back at Axel.
"You can blame Saix for your friend's fate. If he had done as commanded of him, Demyx would not be warming my bed tonight," he chuckled, turning away. The guard let go of Zexion, and the soldiers went upstairs. Zexion immediately started to follow.
"I'll get Xemnas to repeal the order!" he called behind him to Axel. He stopped as he saw Axel slump to the floor.
"Axel?" He hurried back to the redhead, kneeling in front of him.
"Xigbar's gonna kill me. I swore I wouldn't let anything happen to Demyx…" Axel whispered, his head hanging low.
"It's not your fault," Zexion soothed, reaching out and touching Axel's hand. The redhead looked up at him, despair on his handsome face.
"Yes, it is. I should have known Demyx wasn't ready for sentry duty. He just begged me until I finally let him…they had a knife to his throat before he could even scream. I thought that we were damn lucky they'd recognized me, but…now, after what Saix has been through and what Demyx is going through…I wish they'd killed us."
Demyx fought desperately as the guard tied his hands to the headboard of Luxord's bed. Once secure, the guard left the room. Luxord entered, shedding his armor immediately and revealing the white cotton shirt and trousers beneath. Demyx shuddered as a hand stroked his face.
"I've wanted this since we captured you," Luxord purred, climbing onto the bed.
"Please…I have a lover…" Demyx begged, eyes widening in fear as Luxord's hand stroked his leg.
"I could care less," Luxord chuckled, leaning down and kissing Demyx's neck languidly. Demyx kicked out, trying to knock Luxord off of him, but the captain only seized Demyx's legs in an iron grip and pushed them under his larger body. Demyx felt tears falling as Luxord started nipping at his neck.
"Please…please…"
"Shhh," Luxord whispered, sitting up to undo the tie keeping Demyx's shirt together. The boy struggled, tears running down his face as Luxord opened his shirt and ran a hand down his chest and stomach.
"You have the body of a young soldier," he purred, "Lovely."
Demyx's eyes widened as Luxord pulled out a knife.
"I want you to be bare," the captain said by way of explanation, cutting Demyx's shirt away completely. After he was finished, he shucked his own shirt and pressed himself against his captive victim, sucking on his neck lightly. Demyx whimpered, fighting his bonds fruitlessly.
"Xig…Xig…" he hiccupped, closing his eyes tightly. Luxord pulled away and cocked his head.
"Xig is your lover?" he asked nonchalantly, working at Demyx's pants. The boy's eyes shot open, and his struggling increased.
"Y-yes! And he's going to kill you!" he cried, "Kill you dead for this!"
Luxord sighed and slapped Demyx hard across the face.
"Do shut up for a while," he snapped, yanking Demyx's pants down. The boy only started screaming.
"XIGBAR! AXEL! SAIX! SOMEBODY HELP…mmph!" Demyx's cries were cut off as Luxord ripped a strip from his shirt and tied it tightly around his mouth.
"I told you to shut up," Luxord hissed, removing his own pants and pressing against Demyx. The boy screamed into the gag, tears doubling in speed as Luxord grabbed his thighs and pulled them apart. The captain panted, smirking as he positioned his hard erection against Demyx's virgin entrance.
"Ah, a virgin. Even bet…" Luxord stopped as he looked at Demyx's face. The boy faced away from Luxord, eyes clenched tightly closed as his tears wetted the gag. Unexpected sympathy welled up in Luxord's heart as he stared at Demyx in all his vulnerable beauty. Slowly, almost unconsciously, he pulled away from the puckered entrance. Demyx opened his tear-filled eyes, shifting them to Luxord. The captain pulled away completely and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I can't do it," he muttered. Demyx's eyes widened, but he sighed in relief. Luxord turned and untied the gag; his thumb stroked over the reddening corners of Demyx's mouth.
"P-please…let us go," Demyx whispered. Luxord shook his head.
"I can't. Sia, at least, is too valuable, and you're needed to keep him in line. As for Luna, King Xemnas has taken quite a liking to him. I don't think it's possible to have you freed now," he murmured.
"You have the keys to the dungeon! You can let us go!"
"Are you really that naïve? If I did that, do you honestly think King Xemnas would just say, 'Naughty naughty, Luxord' and give me a slap on the wrist? He would have me killed, Demyx!" Luxord stood, grabbing his pants and pulling them back on.
"Please untie me. I promise I won't run," Demyx whispered, tugging on the rope around his wrists. Luxord obliged, letting Demyx sit up and handing him his pants.
"Y-you could come with us," the boy said hopefully. Luxord laughed humorlessly.
"What awaits me in your kingdom? A new soldiering position? Perhaps years of looking at…at you and not being able to have you?"
Demyx's eyes widened, "What do I have to do with anything?"
"I can't rape you. It doesn't mean I don't want you," Luxord murmured, keeping his eyes averted. Demyx blushed, not sure what to say.
"I'll take you back down to the cell. I'm sure Sia is beside himself," the captain said formally after a moment, standing and pulling Demyx up with him. The boy grabbed his ruined shirt and wrapped it around himself, still shaking slightly. Luxord looked at him for a long moment, and then grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a sweet kiss.
Axel watched Zexion as the boy waited with him. The Prince had known that he couldn't repeal Xemnas' order, so he stayed with Axel as comfort. The soldier used Zexion to keep his mind off of Demyx, who he felt he had failed so badly.
Gods, Xig. I hope you forgive me.
A clatter coming down the stairs shocked Axel to his senses, and he stood swiftly, seeing Zexion do so as well.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" came a voice from up the stairs.
"What's going to happen? It's not like it's really going to damage him physically, and he might even give us that information so's to stop us doing it again."
"But…"
"No buts. I need it after knowing what Captain's doing to that kid." The two soldiers came into view, heading for Axel's cell. Axel backed away from the bars, knowing exactly what they had come for. Zexion stepped in front of the door.
"I order you to leave," he snapped. The guards stopped.
"See? I told you we wouldn't get away with it," one of them whined. The other snorted.
"He's not our Prince," he said firmly, stepping forward and shoving Zexion out of the way. Zexion hit the wall, dazed for a moment. In that pause, the guards opened the cell door and approached Axel.
"Damn, he's a lovely one," the leader growled huskily. However, as he pinned Axel to the wall, the redhead grabbed the knife at the guard's belt and stabbed it into his throat.
"You're a dead one," he hissed as the man dropped, gagging. Axel quickly lunged at the other guard, who was too surprised to dodge and subsequently ended up with the dagger in his throat as well.
Zexion stared at the quick death, eyes wide with terror as Axel approached him, clutching the bloody knife. Now that Axel was no longer trapped in a cell, would the Prince's kindness mean nothing?