A Break from Routine
"I hate everything about you, so why do I love you?" - I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace
Chapter 2: Xigbar
Today was not like any other day.
No, because today you could feel yourself become absolutely livid, or at least as close to livid as you could imagine you would be if you had a heart. You had gone to Saix to figure out your mission for the day only to find out you were stuck with Xigbar for recon.
That had been fine, a little inconvenient, but fine.
The two of you had gone on your mission, which at first, had been fine. However, it was around the time Xigbar decided to expose you to a crew of pirates as a stowaway to serve as a distraction to gain some crucial information that you began to get pissed off. You knew he knew about forty other ways to cause the necessary distraction to leave the information exposed. You also knew he was enjoying watching you squirm as about a dozen or so pirates scrounged the deck looking for you. Just because you could take them out with your bow did not mean you should, but he seemed determined to force your hand.
When you did finally get away to safety to warp back to the castle, he had just left you there. With no backup or promise to help. You could already feel yourself shaking in anger as you snatched the report from Saix's hand.
"Where is Xigbar?" You growled at the blue-haired man who only blinked at you with a blank and unamused expression.
"His room I believe," had been his response and it was all you needed. The small part of your brain that was still rational wondered if Saix knew he was now likely responsible for the sharp-shooter's death or if he really just didn't care either way.
Wordlessly, you began to make your way to where you figured his room was. You knew you wouldn't have to go far down the hall since the rooms tended to be organized by number. Yours was at the end of the hall with a spare room for the eventual thirteenth member between you and Larxene.
You finally reached Xigbar's room and with no hesitation, you began to pound on the door. There was silence.
"Xigbar I know you're in there!" You yelled at him and you were once again met with silence. You felt slightly embarrassed now. Maybe Saix had sent you on a wild goose chase to prevent you from killing him after all. Just to be sure you pounded on the door one last time, though you were sure you looked absolutely stupid while doing so.
However, much to your relief and also managing to fuel your rage at the same time you heard rummaging in his room this time and a few choice words muttered before the door finally opened to you.
Your mouth opened, ready to give him a strongly worded lecture and maybe a slap across the face for good measure if he decided to open his mouth in return. However, the words seemed to catch in your throat as your eyes registered the sight that was now in front of you.
Xigbar stood there, completely shirtless with one arm braced against the door frame. He still had his eyepatch on but his hair was still pulled back in the same slicked-back ponytail it was always in. It was then you could see the numerous scars on his body, not just the one across his cheek but the ones across his arms and down his chest—marring an otherwise smooth canvas of tanned skin. He was muscular, to say the least, but not bulked up like Xaldin or Lexeaus but he wasn't also a lean as Axel or Marluxia. He fell somewhere in the middle, perfect mixture of the two. You were almost scared to look down any further with how he had a cut "v" shape leading directly into the tight leather pants all the members of the organization wore. Seriously, you didn't know if you wanted to curse or thank Xemnas for the sight you saw now.
"What?" His sudden, exasperated irritation snapped you out of whatever fantasy you had fallen into. Reminding you that the personality attached to the body was nowhere near as attractive.
"What? You seriously have to ask what?" You snapped back, pushing past him into his room so you could avoid getting the door slammed in your face. "You left me stranded on that ship without so much as even a signal that you had gotten out!"
He shrugged, "I thought you were more than capable of handling yourself."
You felt your cheeks heat up, feeling yourself trapped by his words. You either proved him right by acknowledging you can take care of yourself or you admitted you were incompetent by saying you couldn't.
"That wasn't the point," you blurted out. "You could have waved gave me any kind of signal that you had made it out. I had to hold back to make sure I didn't beat them too quickly and ruin the diversion that you also didn't warn me about in the slightest and was completely unnecessary."
"Awe, so you were worried about me. How cute." He mockingly put a hand over where his heart would be and you sneered at him. You hated how he was making a joke about this whole thing but you didn't know what else you expected of him.
"I don't even know why I bothered coming here," you huffed before heading to the door which he had closed upon your entering. However, before you could even reach the handle his arm flew out and braced itself against the wall once more, stopping you from moving further.
"I didn't say you could leave yet," he taunted with a dark glimmer in his eye. You fought off the urge to growl again.
"I don't feel like playing your games right now Xigbar," you all but threw the words in his face. It would be easy for you to just use a dark corridor to leave his room and go somewhere else, anywhere else. But you found yourself stubbornly sticking in place out of pride. It was the principal of the matter.
"Why did you seek me out?" He asked and your jaw almost dropped open. While you did manage to stop yourself from making that kind of expression you did find your eyebrows raising in response. Had he really not listened to a word out of your mouth?
"Did you not just listen to a word I said?"
"Oh, I did, however, this isn't the first time you have been ditched on a mission or been used as impromptu bate. Hell, I imagine you have done it yourself a few times," He started taking a step forward. You took a step back in response on instinct. "This time though, you took personal offense and sought me out. Me specifically. Not any of the other members who have done the same thing to you and each other. Why is that?"
You didn't have an answer. Why did it piss you off so much? You were mad that he had a point but you also couldn't deny he had one either. He took another step forward and you another one back. You could feel the foot of his bed against the back of your leg now.
"I think, and this is just a theory," he said a cocky smile on his face. "You like me, or at least your body remembers that is should like me and be attracted to me. However, you don't recognize it and as such try to control the situation and act like a little girl who just got their pigtails pulled on the playground."
You wanted to protest, you wanted to shove past him and walk out the door. But you found your body unwilling to move. Or maybe you were just telling yourself he was wrong so your pride wouldn't feel wounded.
"It was written all over your face when I opened the door. Did even know how to hide that reaction did you?"
"You're full of shit," you finally choked out in probably the least convincing way possible. He took another step, having nowhere else to go you found yourself falling back onto his bed, doing your best to stay upright.
"Am I now? Then why don't you get up and leave? You're more than capable." You didn't move. He was right. And you could almost feel your stomach expel itself at having admitted it to yourself.
"I really hate you," was all you managed to get out and he smirked, before putting a knee on the bed and leaning over you.
"I know, too bad your body doesn't agree." And then his mouth was on yours and your whole body was hot. He tasted like cinnamon and what might have been the faintest taste of tobacco. Your hands reached up and tangled in his hair, pulling the hair-tie that kept it in place out, allowing the salt and pepper colored locks to fall around the two of you. After that motion though, he wasted no time pinning your arms above your head.
You struggled a bit to get out of his grasp but he's hold was ironclad. Or at least it was, till it was replaced by the sting of metal.
"Seriously," you asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Sorry sweetheart," he taunted with the nickname. He knew you disliked his stupid pet names. "But tonight, you're going to learn how to swallow that pride of yours."
"Just to inflate your own," you threw back and he only responded by unzipping your coat. You could see he was enjoying this far too much.
You weren't given much time to contemplate your life choices though before his mouth was on a pebbled tit from the cold. You inhaled sharply at the sensation. Him gently pulling with his teeth and toying with you before moving down your stomach. Biting and licking as he went. You could already feel your legs tremble. He had zero hesitation when removing your boots, pants, and undergarments.
It was only then that he pulled himself off of you. For a moment you thought he was going to undress himself, but you were wrong. So wrong.
His middle finger was inside you without warning or hesitation. You felt an involuntary moan leave your mouth as he began to test and tease you.
"All that pretty music, and just from one finger," he taunted again and you glared at him.
"It's a lot better when you're quiet," you fired back and he just clicked his tongue and added another in response. You let out another sound of pleasure and he let out a chuckle.
"You sure you are in a position to be talking back right now?" You were going to fire back another shot, but he moved his fingers faster then and your words just turned into a mix of moans and whimpers.
"That's it, sweetheart," he purred and you were too close and too hazy with lust to even bother protesting at the nickname. You felt yourself cum then. Everything stopping then starting all up again in just a few seconds.
"Good," he said again and pulled his fingers out. Not bothering to clean them as he began to work on removing his own pants that must have been unbearably tight to him by then. You could see him in his full glory then, his cock standing at attention and pressed firmly against his stomach. He wasn't the thickest but he was long.
You didn't get much time to really say anything with your eyes half-lidded, as he crawled back on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance.
"You ready sweetheart?" He asked and all you could do was nod in response. He let out one final laugh before sinking himself into your heat with a loud groan. You didn't get much time to adjust before he was pumping in and out of you. Eliciting a long stream of curses and sounds of pleasure out of your mouth you were sure he would never let you live down. You wanted to touch him, rank your nails down his back and bite into his shoulder. But you just felt the sharp bite of metal into your wrists every time you tried to pull against your restraints.
Instead, you settled for wrapping your legs around his waist. Letting him fold your midsection like an accordion as he sought to hit you deeper at that spot that was just oh so sweet.
At the pace he was going it wasn't long before you were both spent again. He collapsed on you with a final thrust and you could feel him fill up your insides. Unceremoniously then, he shoved himself off of you and laid next to you on the large bed. Both of you panting at the experience.
"You mind undoing these now?" You asked, pulling on the cuffs once again for emphasis.
"Maybe," He said with that same mischievous smirk that had started the whole scenario. "I'll let you know how I'm feeling after I get cleaned up. You threw another string of profanity at him but he only waved it off as he made his way to his personal restroom.
You might be willing to fuck the man now but that didn't change the fact he was an asshole.
BRK: So... this is now a thing. I really couldn't think of a better way to write Xiggy since he really doesn't strike me as a romantic but he also doesn't strike me as demanding as someone like Xemnas. He also has one of those personalities you just love to hate and so I got this as a result.