This chapter is pretty graphic... not at all work or school safe so don't go reading this one in those places...
This is as graphic as I'll write too... so well... yeah.
Hope you guys like it, yeah? grins
:: Hallelujah ::
Demyx eats peanut butter off of a spoon in the kitchen, sitting on the counter with both dogs sitting expectantly in front of him. He kicks his legs a little and hums a tune, then draws the spoon up and sucks on it, the corners of his lips twitching in a little smile. It's good as candy. He's indulged Saïx who is sitting on the floor opposite of him, happily sucking on a generous spoonful of orange-juice concentrate.
His tongue is still purple from the grape. He hadn't liked that; too sweet.
"Want some peanut butter?" Demyx asks, offering a heavy-laden spoon. Saïx reaches out for it after stowing his concentrate on the shelf over his head. They remain utterly motionless, about six feet between them and the dogs circle like hungry sharks beneath the proffered spoon. "I don't feel like moving," Demyx informs.
"Neither do I," Saïx returns, yawning.
"Fiiiine," Demyx grumbles around his mouthful of spoon and peanut butter, slipping off of the counter and landing on the tile with a soft slap. He struts over and presses the spoon into Saïx's hand, and then helps himself to the older man's juice concentrate with his own tongue-cleaned spoon.
"Ah nefah sed oo cud haff anee," Saïx laughs around his mouthful. Demyx takes a moment to translate: "I never said you could have any."
"Oh well," he replies, sucking a big chunk into his mouth. He walks quietly back over to his spot and returns to the peanut butter. Saïx swallows somewhat loudly.
"What do you want to do tonight?" he asks quietly.
"What did you have in mind?" Demyx returns easily, concentrating on further fraying the bottoms of his jeans.
"Well, Axel wanted to go downtown again, and we could visit your parents for dinner or something… I dunno. I'm not the plan-maker," Saïx replied with a shrug.
Demyx leans back and giggles a little as Zipporah licks his toes. He digs out a spoonful of peanut butter and sticks it onto his fingers, offers it and as she goes to envelop his fingers, he smears it across the roof of her mouth, leaving her licking and snapping her jaws. He looks to Leto who also gazes up imploringly.
"Axel would kill me," he explains, shaking a drool and peanut-butter encrusted finger. He finally gives and holds out his hand to be cleaned by the big Doberman.
"Axel will take you out back and shoot you in typical hillbilly style if he finds out," Saïx says wisely, picking at a fingernail.
"And that's why he won't, right?" Demyx giggles. Something is telling him to play this smooth… to play this sensual, and he doesn't know why, but he goes with that gut instinct, strikes a deeply arousing pose.
"You know, darling… find out…"
Saïx pauses visibly.
"Come here, boy," Demyx breathes, spreading his legs prettily. He's been rough with Axel mere hours ago, so he knows it will hurt, but something tells him this must happen. He accommodates Saix's weight—so much greater than Axel's—allows the blue-haired male to ravage his neck, hands working up and down on Demyx's lithe body. The blond pushes his hands into the waist-band of the older man's pants, fingers tightening over his rising member.
"Demyx," Saïx hisses, "Not here."
"Oh yes here," Demyx laughs, reclaiming a hand to dip into the peanut butter jar. It's almost empty anyway. He licks his fingers daintily, then offering them to the older man. Saïx obligingly took the digits gently into his mouth, letting out a soft moan with the way Demyx was teasing with the fingers still buried in his pants. Demyx latches his mouth onto the pulse point on the older man's neck, biting, licking, nipping, teasing.
"Damn you, selkie," Saïx purrs.
"Bad puppy!" Demyx admonishes, nibbling at a collarbone. He practically screams when Saïx runs callused fingers into the soft hairs standing on end on the back of his neck.
"Like velvet," Saïx laughs, "And you're really touchy today…"
"Ah… I-I d-didn't know… know…" Demyx stutters, suddenly silenced as the older man slants his lips against the blond's. Demyx's hands claw for purchase on anything he can possibly manage to grip and Zipporah starts barking wildly, flailing all about the kitchen excitedly with Leto's high, anxious whine mixed in.
Saïx is moving desperately against the counter now, his lips messy and uncontrolled. This is as close to Berserk as Demyx knows he can get, and he knows better that it always promises an amazing ride. The blond loops his legs around the older man's waist and pushes himself against that straining body, forcing him to step back. Saïx carried him easily, slamming the blond flat on his back hard to the wall, knocking down a hanging pan. Demyx laughs, high and fluting.
"I always had bruises when we got done," he muses. He works at sliding off his shirt as Saïx pins him with his body, tugging at the waist of his jeans.
"Off," he says simply.
"Tear 'em and I'll hurt you," Demyx warns, tossing his shirt onto the floor. Saïx drops him, panting heavy and fast as Demyx writhes out of his jeans. How appropriate that he's gone commando today, and Saïx is struggling out of his shirt, Demyx takes the role of pulling open his seven-button fly. He lifts Demyx easy, clutching his thighs hard, pressing him to the wall, all alabaster skin and heaving sides.
"Wait! Wait, Saïx, you'll hurt me!" Demyx breaths, catching the ex-berserker's scarred face, catching those hazy eyes. "We need something…"
Saïx glances over to the counter, slicks his fingers in a glob of unused butter. Demyx practically chokes and it's all he can do not to laugh. He's never, ever attempted anything this… in depth.
But he has no time to explain it. He gasps and sucks in a desperate breath as Saïx, quite unannounced, finger-fucks him. He arches desperately, pressing his face into the crook of the older man's neck, biting down against the agonizing pleasure. Saïx lets out a purring sigh, finishes up with his fingers and settles the blond carefully onto him. Demyx sighs with the pain, and tears escape, but as soon as he's adjusted he's singing wonderfully. He's rarely loud like this with Axel… not that they aren't loud… it's just not like this, this singing of lovely little praise choruses and strangled curses when Axel's the one at the helm.
The redhead doesn't have the patience to torture his pet into this sort of fanatical worship.
His fingernails rake down Saïx's chest as he comes for the first time. Mentally, Saïx marks it off. He's going to break his record this time around. He holds his rhythm as Demyx struggles to straighten himself again.
"That was… ughhh, that was… amazing," he pants, already getting hard again just based on thoughts of what's to come. Saïx invades his mouth as if to say "shut up." Demyx pulls away. "They'll be home at two…"
"Still have… time," Saïx whispers, biting hard down on an earlobe. Demyx lets out a wail of something between agony and rapture. A hand finds Demyx's slick belly, smearing a path through the sticky stuff, brushing his fingers against the blond's lips. Demyx takes them willingly, working his tongue in the most suggestive way. He feels his body growing stiff, no need to hold back.
Demyx moaned long and loud, allowing Saïx to slide down to his knees. Demyx leaned heavy against the wall, moaning and trembling as Saïx licked his stomach, chest clean like a dog. Christ, Demyx was having thoughts like that again. Saïx might as well be Leto in a human's body.
"S-st-st-stop!" Demyx shudders, pushing the older man away. Saïx leans in again anyway and Demyx gets ready to push him back, "I said… ohhhh fuck!"
Oh lord, he's losing control of his legs. He's going to fall over it feels so good. He laces his fingers into Saïx's hair as the older man bobs his head obediently… he lives to serve. Give, give, give and never take. Demyx can't breathe. He can't even move, lest this rapture flee him.
"Ah! I… Ahh!"
His vision flees him momentarily and he hears Saïx choke a little, but he swallows, rises to lock lips with Demyx, and the blond thinks its odd, tasting his own seed in the other man's mouth.
Saïx pulls back abruptly, "Bedroom?"
Demyx nods, laughing a little as he's swept up like a bride. It's going to be one hell of a long day.
--- ---
"Christ, dudes!" Xigbar called excitedly, "I think I'm gonna blow a load just listenin' to 'em!"
"Get ye back from that door, Cyclops!" Marluxia mock-scolds, but smirks as he leans against the wall, too near to not be hypocritical. "I'm feeling all neglected here…"
"Shush! I'm listenin'!"
Axel stalked up quietly… it wasn't like Demyx would mind all that much anyway. And he could always blame it on all that sweet white rum. He pressed himself to the lovely man and paused just before their lips met, hovering mere millimeters away. Marluxia let out a little startled cry, but it was he who finished closing the distance, slipping a hand into Axel's thick mane.
Xigbar nearly choked when he looked up.
Marluxia brushed the door open, falling through it onto the bed with Axel on top of him, their kiss a violent clash of teeth and tongue and bite. Xigbar followed them, shedding his shirt and coat in one piece, pushing the door shut impatiently.
The redhead squirmed out of his long-sleeved shirt and pushed himself closer, tugging Marluxia's bothersome tank top over his head. The pink haired man laughed and bore his lovely, tanned chest, allowed Axel to get an eye-full before he squirmed away again. Axel made to chase but felt himself tugged down as Xigbar knocked his knees out from under him. The scarred man laughed, and Axel turned, grinned broadly. Oh it was so wonderful to see his old mentor so much younger, his skin still elastic with youth, those pale streaks just vanity, bleached and dyed to pewter.
He pressed himself on top of the scarred man, making the kiss exactly what he remembered the man liked, searing, rough and utterly dominating. Xigbar moaned and arched, scar laced chest grating against Axel's, and somehow the redhead felt he missed the old Xigbar… the one who had protected him during his first few months with the Organization… the one who continued to guide and protect even after Roxas had arrived.
"Holy crap…" the new one breathed, "Do that again."
Gods, but that was exactly like him.
"Want more, you little shit?" Axel breathed, grazing his teeth over the line of the ragged scar stretching upwards from the boy's jaw. He nipped and Xigbar sighed, nodded vigorously. "You're going to have to squirm first!"
His hands worked evilly, his mouth running up and down, tracing old scars and new cuts, setting the scarred boy to moaning wildly. Marluxia laughed somewhere in the background. Everything was starting to smell floral… like sakura blossoms all over again, the way Marluxia tastes and tasted. He appears, nothing but a pink towel wrapped around his hips.
He watched Xigbar wriggle out of his jeans with Axel's help, watched as the redhead folded the younger man's legs over his shoulders after freeing himself from his own confines.
"Do you have lube?" Axel asked, turning to Marluxia. He really hoped the Flora-God didn't retain the perchance to watch people squirm in these sorts of situations. Marluxia looked up slowly and grinned like the devil he was.
"Of course," he replied, kneeling and reaching under the bed. He placed it in Axel's waiting hand.
It wasn't long before Xigbar was wailing madly, writhing on the sheets.
"Fuck! Holy fuck!" Xigbar panted, clawing the covers. His body strained something lovely, olive skin glowing in the twilight threading through the curtains. Axel felt himself drawing near, grasped Xigbar's heated flesh, stroking in time with the wild rhythm he'd set. The scarred man let out a surprised gasp, tugging the bunches of linen he'd been clutching desperately. He came forcefully, arching gracefully beneath the redhead, slicking both of them with his release. Axel panted desperately, teeth gritted as the feeling grew on him.
"Here comes, shrimp…" Xigbar panted, suddenly constricting.
Axel let out a surprised gasp, threw back his head as his vision became nothing but white-hot searing and stars. Oh it felt so fucking good that it hurt. He froze, afraid to lose that delicious tingling, but finally slipped down against the younger man, gasping for sweet oxygen as his body recovered.
"Bravo!" Marluxia cheered, even applauding, if slightly mockingly.
Axel made an attempt to rise, found himself falling limply back to Xigbar's chest, but the scarred one didn't seem to mind… actually he was threading his fingers into Axel's hair and the redhead had to wonder if he knew what he was doing. He let out a soft moan, dragging long nails harshly across that scarred chest, relaxing to the slowing throb beneath his cheek.
"Ahh, so that's your weakness, huh?"
"Dun… touch th' hair," Axel sighed, eyes shut, fingers twitching nervously at the elastic slipping out of Xigbar's pony-tail.
That was when he felt the assault begin.
Marluxia's fingers brushed ever so gently, tenderly against his entrance and Axel bristled from head to toe.
"What are you doing?" he growled, making an attempt to squirm away, fouled up as Xigbar wrapped around him like a hungry python.
"Just relax," Marluxia ordered.
His fingers worked almost too quickly, scissoring painfully. There was no attempt to make it pleasant, and Axel recalled bitterly that that was the way it always was. He winced and shuddered when Marluxia curved a finger, however. Axel bit down hard on the rise of Xigbar's chest and the scarred man cried out and returned the favor with a good hard slap on Axel's bare back. Marluxia laughed at them.
"Do I have to separate you two?" he warned.
"Watch it, Flower-boy," Axel snapped, eyes blazing green fire, "Remember. You're banging the Flurry of Dancing Flames. You will get burned if you tread too heavy."
"Oh, but of course! That's half the fun!" Marluxia laughs, sweet as rose-petals with his cornflower eyes, pulling his slick fingers back, grasping a parchment-skinned hip hard. "But, darling VII, you're a little stuck, are you not?"
"I outrank you, XI," Axel bit out as Marluxia guided himself in the most aggravatingly delicate way, "You'd do well to obey me…"
"Rank doesn't mean shit any more, darling," Marluxia chuckled, and sheathed himself fully inside the ex-pyro. Axel let out an agonized moan.
"The fuck are you two talking about?" Xigbar grumbled.
"Shut up," Axel hissed, pressing his head into the ex-gunslinger's stomach desperately. Oh god it hurt so badly. He arched his back to accommodate the powerful thrusts of the pink-haired man's hips. "Who… do you, ahh, fucking think… you are? Fucking Peter North?"
Xigbar is suddenly commanding the older man's mouth, a single gold eye glimmering hotly. He forces Axel to brace himself on his shaking arms until he's able to squirm out from under. Axel collapses with his chest to the mattress. He's getting it exactly the way he gives it to Demyx and it's almost infuriating. Axel does not like being topped like this. Not at all.
At least Demyx was a little more considerate… but he couldn't help but think about how good it felt.
He nearly lost himself as Marluxia started up a slow but firm rhythm, hands working smooth on Axel's hips. The redhead was surprised but did not resist when Xigbar lifted him up, sandwiching him between Marluxia's smooth chest and Xigbar's scarred one. He nearly cried out when their erections clashed and Xigbar moaned softly. He slanted his mouth against Axel's, pressing past the barriers easily.
Axel battled with his tongue momentarily, and then pushed the scarred man back, glaring harshly.
"Suck… my cock," he growled between panting breaths. Xigbar hesitated. "I said… suck it. Now, kiddo."
Marluxia leaned back, panting through his mouth but still holding that unbearable slow but ungodly good pace. Xigbar's mouth enveloped the tip of Axel's cock, warm, wet and providing that oh so needed massaging… suction. Christ, Axel felt like he was going to lose it. He yanked Xigbar's hair hard, forced him down harder, shuddering as the scarred man's teeth grazed the shaft.
Xigbar pulled back choking.
"Don't fuckin' do that!" he grumbled, glaring up with one coin-bright eye.
"Be more careful, scarface," Axel hissed. "Now do it again."
Xigbar bent to the task again, creating waves of unbearable passion. Axel moaned in time with each swipe, each thrust, each caress over all too visible ribs. Marluxia let out a strangled cry, thrusting sharply, unevenly. Axel grinned like a Cheshire-kitty as he came forcefully and completely unannounced. Xigbar choked and turned to wipe his mouth out on a discarded towel, cursing low under his breath.
Marluxia cursed loudly again, releasing his seed into Axel, and the redhead gritted his teeth against the strangeness of it. Demyx had never, ever done that to him, and he was shocked at the warmth it created, but it also made him feel terribly dirty.
Marluxia pulled out and collapsed on the bed, panting deep and slow. A hand came to rest over his heart as he closed his eyes, just relaxing. Axel flopped down next to him, pressing close even though it was suffocatingly hot. Xigbar fell on Marluxia's other side, pushing the hand away impatiently and pillowing his head on the pink-haired man's chest.
"That was good," Marluxia commented absently.
"Yeah," Axel breathed, "Y'know, I could say something witty right now, but it'll probably kill the moment."
A hand slapped his shoulder, although nearly all the force behind it was worn out. "Sleep, pyro. Save your mouth for something more useful in the morning."
The ensuring retort was cut off as Xigbar curled up tighter against Marluxia's chest. "Shut the fuck up, you two. 'Nuff cryptic macho-ass shit for the night now. Goodnight already, 'kay?"
--- ---
Demyx shifted lightly against Saïx's chest, sighing softly as he did so. He was such a sweet lover. Saïx had forgotten as much.
"So… what possessed you to lock Axel out tonight?" Saïx asked evenly, massaging Demyx's scalp gently.
Demyx sighed, "I don't know… I got a bad feeling and I wanted to be with you before anything bad happens… does that make sense?"
"Too much," Saïx sighed, "Too much. But don't worry about it."
Demyx nodded and obediently went to sleep, so Saïx had plenty of time to think.
If Demyx's predictions came true, they would have to open him up. Their time was growing terribly short.
In fact, time was running out for all three of them.