There it began. With one swift teleportation and a bend of space to hold Roxas with him, feet on the wall, bodies parallel to the floor. The drop was incentive to compliance, although, he'd heard from others that the blond was a fighter…He'd always pretended not to hear them even as he imagined it…Luxord holding him down and whispering that, if he won the next toss, he could be free, or Vexen strapping him down to a table and pumping him full of drugs before taking him.

He crushed that tiny body to him, front-to-front, and bit gently at the shell of Roxas' ear.

"Don't fight me," he growled. He just wanted to sate his lust and he hoped that he could then be done with it. "Do nothin', you got me, XIII?" He squeezed harder.

His prey squirmed rebelliously and then stilled, Roxas' pulse was tap dancing in his throat and his breathing was uneven. When Xigbar pulled back to look at the boy's face, he saw rage, resentment, but also hints of resignation.

Roxas bared his teeth and snarled, "I understand."

Xigbar's mouth was dry. He looked at that face smooth, bright, with a luster of youth and he almost hesitated to mar it. Like breaking a stained glass window but…it was a bit late to be growing a fucking conscience. Xaldin had already forced the boy, and Xigbar liked to think he was a step up. He ripped off his gloves with his teeth, letting them fall unattended to the floor far, far below, whilst his attention was elsewhere caught.

"If it'll make ya feel better, feel free to scream, kid," he offered.

Roxas shot daggers back at him with his eyes and made to stuff his knee into the assaulter's gut. Xigbar checked the leg and delivered a swift punch to the child's jaw. Blood dribbled from the corner of the Keyblade Wielder's mouth. Xigbar then grabbed his chin, digging his fingers into the new injury painfully.

"Don't make this any harder than it has ta be," he warned. His other hand was busy removing further impediments as he spoke. "No one else needs ta know, unless you do somethin' stupid."

Roxas growled and opened his mouth to speak, but let out a whimper, clamping his jaw shut and grinding his teeth.

"Yeah," Xigbar sneered, letting go in order to continue divesting him of clothing. "Hope I broke it, kid."

Each garment that was removed was sent down through the air to land in a heap on the floor. They themselves remained haphazardly stuck to the wall and…

"You should just drop me," Roxas grunted, despite the pain in his mouth. The Freeshooter spun him mid-air and then pushed his naked body against the wall. It was cold, and his entire body broke out into gooseflesh, but the blond refused to quiver. Xigbar might think he was scared. Which he wasn't, he'd taken this abuse from others and merely promised himself, once he had his heart, he would kill every last one of them. He jolted to feel Xigbar's erection at his opening so soon.

"Not gonna drop ya, Roxy. I'm gonna fuck you, then clean you up and send ya to your room."

"N-neh…" Roxas groaned as Xigbar thrust, ignoring ripping flesh and resisting muscle.

"Want me to cover your mouth?" the older man offered in a low husky murmur laced with his thirst not yet quenched.

Roxas made a noise somewhere between a sob and breathless sigh and ducked his head, hiding away his face behind a fall of hair. His fingers scrabbled at the tiles uselessly and his hips jerked, searching for purchase.

His body was taut, toned muscles and supple pale skin and…Xigbar found himself wishing the boy would cry out again, but all his sounds were muted. He bit at the back of the blonde's neck and slid one dexterous and weathered hand to Roxas' front. He was unsurprised to find him flaccid, but his careful strokes began to bring about a change. He heard Roxas' make an angered sound deep in his throat, which was then cut off by a high-pitched whine of lust.

The Freeshooter's body could take care of itself, moving with timed accuracy, hand and hips working together in tandem while he spoke into the blonde's ear once more.

"Any of the others so polite, kid?" A rolling growl caught on Roxas' vocal cords. "Demyx, maybe, but he'd never force you, would 'e?" He accentuated his force with a rough jerk of his hand.

Roxas made another lovely little noise in reply, though he kept his face resolutely turned downwards. Xigbar liked to think he was crying, that'd look nice with those big blue eyes of his…

His long, dark hair had begun to come loose from its tie, falling over his shoulder and sticking to Roxas' sweaty skin. His hand was slick with the steady drip of precum and Roxas had finally begun to shake, his body close to peaking. Xigbar gave him a harder shove towards ecstasy and found his own along the way.

His head still swimming in white foam, he teleported them back to the ground and restored the gravity in that hallway to its rightful state. His legs felt a little rubbery, which was nothing compared to Roxas, who collapsed straight to the floor. Xigbar gave a little half-felt sneer and draped the boy's coat over him.

"C'mon, get up, I'm not carryin' you to your bed."

In another blink, Xigbar had taken them to the Key of Destiny's chamber. The teenager scowled and pulled himself to his feet as he situated the black cloak properly. He zipped it up high, but left the hood down so Xigbar could see the fury in his eyes. The keyblade's materialized in his palms and Xigbar just smiled.

"What are you gonna do with those? Kill me? Wait your turn, kid."

Roxas' face twisted with anger and he made forward to attack. He was dodged with ease and then he had an arm around his throat, choking him.

"Do you know what'd happen to you if you killed me?" asked Number II lightly. "The rest of the Organization'd be down on your head. So," he let go and Roxas gasped for breath, cradling his injured jaw gingerly. "Why don'tcha just pretend this never happened?"

Roxas' reaction was predictable; he looked ready to commit murder.

Xigbar gave him a disarming grin and waved. "Well, fine, see ya, kid."


Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts