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Encounter 11. Unwelcome
"Number Six. Is it done?"
Zexion steeled himself under Xemnas' mock-gentle fingers as they ran through his hair and down his neck.
"There is nothing to report," he answered, keeping his gaze carefully on the floor, but ready to look guiltless once Xemnas lifted his chin. The Superior did so a moment later, staring Zexion down. The Schemer met his blank stare steadily. He—Ienzo— had studied psychology in Radiant Garden; he knew how to tell when someone was lying, and he knew how to disguise his own lies.
"Is that so?" Xemnas asked. His tone was as neutral as ever, but anyone who knew him well enough could tell that there was a sinister warning beneath it. Xemnas' nails were moving in light circles on his neck, and Zexion suppressed a shudder. He nodded, making sure he could trust his voice before replying, "Yes, Superior."
"You found… nothing at all?" the larger man asked.
"He is ambitious, yes," Zexion admitted, "but not dangerously so."
For a moment, Xemnas said nothing. Then he backed away.
"Thank you, Zexion," he said, his voice flat and unexcited. There was a pause. Zexion knew better than to think the interrogation was over. When Xemnas spoke again, however, the words were unexpected and startling.
"Do you remember the Garden?"
"I… yes. Yes, of course."
A little smile twisted Xemnas' lips.
"Can you remember what it felt like to have a heart?"
Zexion remained silent. Xemnas was prone to suddenly changing the subject; the best thing to do when he wasn't sure what to say was to say nothing.
"No, of course you can't," the Superior answered himself. "That was so long ago." He shifted restlessly as he spoke, pacing towards Zexion. The smaller Nobody backed up warily, only stopping when he sensed the wall at his back.
"You don't remember. How could you?" Xemnas continued, his eyes slightly unfocused. He seemed to stare not at Zexion, but through him.
He's trying to find Ienzo.
He froze, forcing himself to remain still as Xemnas' hands ran lazily up and down his sides.
"I think you are lying to me about Marluxia," he purred, his breath warm on Zexion's lips. "I am unconvinced of your loyalty."
Stone. I am stone. You will not break me.
He tried to turn his head aside, but the Superior's long fingers gripped his chin.
"I've heard from a reliable source," he hissed, "that the… relationship between you and XI is approaching 'unhealthy.'"
"'A reliable source?'" Zexion echoed softly, choking on his words as Xemnas nipped at his lip.
"It seems that Marluxia has found a way to sway you to humor him," the silver-haired man murmured, undoing the chain across the front of Zexion's coat. "Imagine, a traitor among the elders."
His hands moved to the zipper. Zexion closed his eyes as his coat fell open.
Smoke. I am intangible. You cannot touch me.
"If this is the only way I can assure your loyalty," Xemnas said softly, "then so be it."
"No…!" Zexion cried, trying to pull away. "Superior, please… I…!"
Without batting an eye, Xemnas struck him hard across the face. Zexion slid to the floor, dazed. With a rustle of cloth and a creak of leather, the Superior knelt in front of him, folding Zexion's coat away. He stroked the smaller Nobody's hair in mock-sympathy.
"You have failed me, Zexion," he said quietly. "I expected much more impressive results from you, yet you disappoint me."
"I did what you ordered me to," Zexion choked out. Xemnas ignored him.
"I don't accept failure," he said, then seized the smaller Nobody's wrists, lifting them to touch the wall above their heads. Despite Zexion's struggles, tendrils of darkness twined around his wrists, sinking them halfway into the wall. He shuddered as tan fingers trailed over his ivory skin.
Xemnas' teeth drew away from the base of his neck long enough for him to say, "Be grateful. I've decided not to turn you into a Dusk. You should be thanking me for the chance to prove your loyalty."
Zexion tried to say something, but it was lost in a gasp as Xemnas' fingers slid under the waistband of his pants.
"Do you know how many members of my Organization would kill to be in your position?" Xemnas murmured into his chest. Zexion arched with a little cry as the Superior's fingers brushed between his thighs. "Hmm, but you're not arguing too much, are you?"
"Ahn… I don't…" VI tried, but Xemnas wasn't having any of it. He was busy sliding Zexion's pants down to his ankles, baring more pale skin to the cool air and the cold stone floor. He struggled, only to be struck again.
"Be still," Xemnas purred, licking his fingers in a rather suggestive way. "I'd hate to have to mark your pretty face too much."
Even so, Zexion couldn't help twisting and kicking as the Superior's now-slick fingers teased between his legs.
"No!" he cried. "Please… Xemnas…"
"Stop struggling so much," the Superior told him, pushing the tip of one finger in. "Mm… you're not as tight as I expected. Has someone already been in here?"
Zexion remained silent, albeit with great difficulty, as another finger joined the first. He closed his eyes, turning his face away so he wouldn't have to see Xemnas' smugly triumphant expression. He couldn't hold in a moan as the Superior prepared him.
"That sounded nice," Xemnas whispered, dragging his tongue over Zexion's collarbone. "Do that again."
He twisted his fingers skillfully and Zexion screamed, arching.
"Felt good, didn't it?" the Superior asked, grinning ferally. "Do you want me to do that again?"
"Superior… please… mercy…"
Xemnas withdrew his fingers. Zexion twisted hard, turning his face away as though that would help.
"Ready or not," Xemnas murmured.
Zexion mewled loudly as the larger Nobody pressed into him. Xemnas let him adjust for a moment. Then he moved and Zexion moaned, arching his back. Xemnas' breath was warm on his neck, as slow and controlled as ever. Zexion sprawled dizzily under him, ignoring the tingling in his hands and arms from their uncomfortable position above him.
"Nnh…" he gasped. "Mar…"
It took him a moment to realize his mistake. He bit his tongue as the Superior chuckled.
"And all becomes clear," he murmured. The younger Nobody pushed into his hand, even as he inwardly cursed himself. "That's all right," Xemnas added, with a terribly cold smile. "You can pretend I'm him, if you'd rather."
Zexion couldn't find it in him to argue as he leaned into the Superior's touch.
"If this is the way you are going to behave," Xemnas said, his voice unhurried and unstrained despite his movement, "then I have no choice but to pound this lesson into you until you learn it properly."
He leaned forward so that all Zexion could see were his cold, unfeeling eyes.
"You are a Nobody," he said softly. "Nobodies have no hearts. Now, Zexion, what does that indicate?"
"Nobodies… cannot feel," Zexion gasped, and he felt the first shameful tears sting his eyes.
"Very good," Xemnas murmured, stroking him in approval. "And since we Nobodies cannot feel, we are also unable to form attachments to each other, of a sentimental sort, at least." His next words were hissed directly into Zexion's ear. "The only loyalty that matters is loyalty to your Superior. You needn't feel obligated to protect XI."
Zexion nodded numbly. Anything to stop this… this pain, this humiliation on so many levels, this pleasure he knew he shouldn't be feeling. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from calling out as he came.
"It does not do to anger your Superior," Xemnas went on, as calmly as ever. "Remember that, Zexion."
A shadow of pleasure crossed his face as he spilled out inside Zexion, the only sign of feeling he had shown. The young Nobody could not hold in the tears any longer, and they spilled freely down his cheeks as Xemnas drew out of him.
"You belong to me," the Superior whispered, touching Zexion's face in a horrible mockery of gentleness. "No other will have you."
"Are you bitter?" Zexion whispered. Xemnas froze, his eyes narrowing. The Schemer toed the line—what more could the man do to him? "Are you jealous because I remember love?"
"Number Six."
"You're bitter. You never felt love… only obsession. He never paid Xehanort that kind of attention, did he?"
Xemnas stood abruptly, face pale with a memory of fury, straightening his clothes and looking down at Zexion's limp form.
"You have one last chance," he said, his voice tight. "Destroy Marluxia, and do not return until you have done so." His eyes flashed. "If you fail to follow my orders again, I will make you beg for death."
The moment the portal closed behind him, the darkness binding Zexion's wrists evaporated and he curled up, tremors wracking his entire body.
"Marluxia…" he choked out.
A/N: Poor Zexy. T.T
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