Xigbar half remembered how beautiful Ienzo had been when he was young. He glanced at Zexion now and all he could think was 'too old'. Xigbar silently cursed Braig for his lusts. Beauty? who doesn't love beauty? Men? he could deal. Children? he hated it. Those feelings should have died with the bastard who had them.
Admittedly, most of those around him were not children. His five consorts were adults, all in their prime, and that was why they never drew his eye. Even when he lay with Xemnas, he got nothing but a tactile sensation. Numbers VII and X posed a similar lack of interest to him. It was the others, the subordinates, ranging from teenagers to barely adults. Their youth and vitality, compared to his own, made them barely infants.
Larxene was a beautiful young woman and Marluxia was a handsome young man. Axel's body was lithe and Demyx's hands were skillful but, even as he had them, his thoughts were drawn to the true child in their midst.
He haunted the boy's steps from high above. Roxas' body was just over fifteen years old. Axel and Demyx at least had the decency to be over that lofty 'age of consent'. Xigbar wanted to wait, but he'd never claimed to be a saint.
The boy made Braig's blood burn with feeling. Xigbar never took his limited feelings for granted.
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