A Break from Routine
"Black Velvet and that little boy's smile. Black velvet and that slow southern style. A new religion that will bring you to your knees. Black velvet if you please." -Black Velvet by Alannah Myles
Chapter 1: Xemnas
Today was not like any other day.
And as a result, you were now beginning to regret having ever wanting a deviation from routine.
"The Superior wants to speak with you," were the first words out of Saix's mouth when you had returned from your mission that had gone south faster then you could shrug and say "oops". You had been hoping to have at least a few days before having to deal with the scolding you were sure to get but you should have known better when you saw the smug look on Xigbar's face. Honestly, you only questioned the non-existence of your heart from the sheer amount of desire you felt to have his face collide with your fist. Rankings be damned.
"Of course," was all you said to Saix before beginning the walk to Xemnas' office that felt more like a walk to the executioner's block. Though, you knew if that was really the case then Xaldin or Axel would have already taken care of it. If you were meeting with him it meant you were at least going to be given a chance to pled your case.
When you did reach the office door, you hesitated to knock, your hand just waiting in the air almost stupidly as you contemplated the odds of getting away with not showing up. Those odds somehow managed to even look worse than just knocking. So, as you held your breath you knocked.
"Enter," Xemnas spoke from in is office and you hated how the possibility of death also sounded velvet soft. A snippet of the song Black Velvet played through your head as you opened the door, swallowing hard as you stepped into the office.
You had never been in Xemnas' office before but it somehow fits with the rest of him. All the decorations were black and white from his black chair and desk to the white walls and black marble floors. All black and white. The man himself sat at his desk expectantly. His own silver hair hanging loose around his shoulders and face. His uniform clung tight to his chest and his molten gold eyes burned bright against his coppery skin and right into your very non-exitance.
For a brief moment, you had to wonder if this was like to stare down a fallen angel.
"Close the door," he ordered softly and you wasted no time doing what you were told. He didn't move, only blinking as he watched you closed the door. You could feel your stomach become uneasy as he continued to stare, causing you to look at the floor slightly.
"Do you know why I summoned you here?" You couldn't help but note the way he sounded and looked like a school principal about to punish a student but you dared not voice the comparison as you were too busy trying to figure out what the correct answer was. If you lied and said you didn't you ran the risk of angering him or coming off as more incompetent then you already were. But you also didn't want to incriminate yourself if you were wrong about the reason you were summoned.
"I think so," you half-squeaked and half-whispered deciding the in-between answer would be the best bet.
"The question was 'yes' or 'no'," Xemnas said as he pushed himself out of his chair and rose to his feet—almost gliding as he crossed the floor to where you were standing at an agonizingly casual pace. "So, tell me, do you or do you not know why I summoned you here?"
You could see his feet on the floor in front of you and carefully you let your eyes drag up his form and up to his face—peaking carefully out from under your eyelashes to gauge his facial expression. However, he wore his stone mask well and gave nothing away to what answer he would prefer.
"Yes," you finally breathed and his cologne hit you like a wave as you inhaled a new breath from his close proximity. He smelled like vanilla and lavender and the sweetness almost made you dizzy.
"Good," he almost purred as he walked around you, just as agonizingly slow as when he walked over from his desk. "And what exactly have been your infraction?"
Your mouth when dry. He was really going to make you list off the reason why you were here? He was only behind you now, having stopped and leaned down so his face was near your ear.
"I-I failed on my last mission," you managed to stutter out. Why did he have to be so close? You couldn't think with him like that.
"Correct," he breathed in your ear and you felt betrayed at the way your body jumped at the sound of his low voice so close to you. He continued walking then until he was back in front of you.
"This isn't the only infraction you have suffered through," he stated and you felt yourself look down once more now that he was in front you. "You are continually late for meetings, you have little respect for authority, and overall have little to contribute to the organization."
It was worse than you had originally feared. Your stomach dropped and you felt like you wanted to curl in on yourself. This was it. You were going to die right here and now.
"Tell me," he said softly as he placed a gloved hand under your chin and forcing you to look up at him, even if you offered little protest against the action. His golden eyes seemed to have grown dark as he had them half-lidded now. "What you suggest I keep you around for then?"
Your voice was lost. Your brain was working a million miles a minute as you tried to think of something to say. But between being forced to look him in the face and continually breath in that scent you might as well have been blind stumbling in unfamiliar territory.
"Come now, you have no problem finding words with any of the other members, why so quiet now?" Then you saw it. His eyes drag down your body then up again. Like some blaring televised sign of what he wanted you to say. At least you hoped it would be what he wanted. If it wasn't you might actually die on this gamble. And you swore if you were ever going to go out that way it would likely be from being taunted by Luxord into a stupid dare. Decided you had no better options you went for broke.
"Whatever you desire… Superior."
He smiled then, and not a genuine smile that you remembered seeing when you were a somebody but something much darker and predatorial. And if you weren't already jelly from desire and fear before you definitely were now.
"Good," he said coolly and he then leaned down, while the hand that had been under your chin fell to your shoulder before snaking its way to the back of your head, grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking your head back to expose the pristine skin of your throat. You felt his mouth, cold and hot all at the same time as he began to kiss your throat. You felt the wild urge to run your own fingers through his hair but you couldn't as he had taken his free hand and pulled you close, confining your hands to your side as you felt him pressed up against him from his hard chest to he ever growing member between his clothed legs.
He was going so slow as he finally had finished working on your neck and now made his way to your collar-bone. It frustrated you and you wanted some kind of friction as he moved, doing your best to grind your front against him hoping to quell some of your own need.
Suddenly, he stopped taking a step back and releasing your neck from his firm grip.
"We apparently need to teach you some self-restraint, don't we?" He asked rhetorically though you had a feeling it was more of a statement then even that. You shivered at what exactly that might imply but kept your mouth shut. Anything, as long as he didn't just leave you like this, though you sensed that would be the kind of thing he would do.
So, you simply nodded in response.
"Strip," he ordered and you felt yourself rushing only for him to stop you again. "Slowly."
You wanted to cry out in frustration at his orders but you followed them non-the-less. Starting you pulled off your gloves first throwing them to the side haphazardly as if to protest slightly to his orders. He looked amused by the action, from where he now stood leaned against his desk but made no move to stop you. You then bent down to slowly unzip and discard your boots, not kicking those off for risk of them going in a direction you didn't desire so you set those carefully to the side along with the socks you were wearing being stuffed inside the boots.
You peaked up at him again as you slowly rose to an upright position again. His eyes were still following you with the same hungry desire they had when he had assaulted your neck, the same cold calculation they always had still mixed in as well. This only encouraged you further though as you began to slowly unzip the long, black coat. Agonizingly so as you went notch by notch of the zipper.
Finally, the coat was unzipped and you let the heavy fabric fall from your shoulders and pool around you. The pants were a little clumsy to get off but you managed the best you could before kicking those off to the side by your boots.
For once, you were glad at your spur of the moment decision to go commando. You didn't know if you could handle having to take that off as well on top of everything else at the pace, he wanted you to go.
"Come here," he demanded and you walked over there at a much slower pace then you wanted to be.
He paused as you stood there, bare in front of him and his eyes trailed you again, taking in every curve, every scar, every mark on your body with intense detail. He stood up them from where he had been leaning on the desk then and moved behind you.
"Bend over," he ordered harshly and unlike before where you moved slowly, he instead just pushed you down the rest of the way. You could hear the sound of him undoing his pants from buckle to zipper before feeling the heat of him at your entrance.
You had a split second to realize he wasn't going to prep you at all for what was about to happen and you suddenly felt a wave of relief that there wasn't much to do in the castle after you finished your daily routines or you might not have already self-prepped plenty over the lonely nights.
He sank in from tip to hilt in one swift motion and you left out a mangled cry of pleasure and discomfort as you felt yourself stretch and adjust to him. You could feel his chest, still in his coat, pressed up against your back as he breathed heavily in your ear—also adjusting to the new sensation.
Then he moved, pulling out and sinking back in with just as much force as before. You cried out again but it was most definitely in pure pleasure this time. His hand tangled in your hair and the other digging in your hip and he began to quicken his pace. If he kept up like this you weren't going to last long.
And then he slowed again and you felt yourself whine a little in protest which only caused him to chuckle in response.
"I'm going to take my time with you," he purred in your ear as he moved in again, pausing to buck further in even though he was already sunk in to the hilt. "Something tells me you will need an extensive lesson in respect and patience."
You panted in response to his words. He was barely moving and you could still feel yourself coiling up and burning up just from his words. If you died from this, then maybe death wouldn't be so bad.
He continued this pattern for a long while. So long, you began to feel lost in your lust-crazed mind as everything in the room began to feel more intense then it had previously. Every trust becoming more and more unbearable as you just wanted to reach your own release.
"Please," you began to beg as you did your best to fight off tears of frustration. "Please superior."
The use of his formal title seemed to get his attention and he paused curiously too look at your eyes, wet with tears threatening to overflow.
"Please what?" He asked, eyes glowing with sadistic amusement.
"Please let me cum, superior, please," you begged and panted all in one mouth hanging open slightly as your tears finally spilled over.
"Now, with a face like that, how could I refuse," he said coolly and then he picked up his pace ramming into you harder and faster than before pulling regular sounds of pleasure from both you and a few scattered grunts from himself. You did your best to incline your head upward but he simply moved his hand from your neck to the back of your head to keep your face pressed to his desk and hands firmly on the surface—clawing at anything to keep some semblance of control. And finally, in a blinding flash, everything went white and there was a distinct ringing in your ears you felt your whole body turn to jelly.
He finished himself shortly after, bracing himself against the desk and removing his hands from you in the process. The two of you stayed like that for a moment as you catch your breath. Panting filling up the silence of the room.
Finally, he removed himself from you and quickly fastened himself up. He offered you a tissue and you took it with a muttered thank you as you set to cleaning yourself up before getting dressed to leave the room.
"You're dismissed," He said after you finished getting dressed and you nodded in response. Hoping your hair didn't look as sexed up as you feared it did. Just as you opened the door to leave you heard his voice call to you again.
"Y/N I'll be seeing you soon," he said and you bit your lip and quiet anticipation over what that would entail.
"Of course, Superior," you said with a coy smirk and his eyes darkened again with a smirk of his own. You would definitely regret the little act of snark later but you could only find yourself looking forward to what pleasures it might entail. After all, it's no fun to make it easy for him.
BRK: I would have had this written in an hour but I had to keep pausing out of embarrassment. I'm sorry, I'll try and get better about that. Until then I hope you enjoyed.