Triumphant
and victorious, Xigbar and Xaldin headed back to their centre of
operations- which was merely a spare room on one of the higher
floors. Neither of them wanted to use a room that belonged to them in
case Larxene decided to obliterate it- and their own rooms were far
too obvious a hiding place. Their usual skulking grounds were also
far too obvious a choice for Larxene and Luxord to check and so they
had come to an agreement that they would use one of Zexion's; since
they were both above him in rank and he would have trouble trying to
take down one of them- let alone both- if he decided to physically
remove them.
"Hahah! That bet's as good as won, Xaldy!"
Xigbar snorted, throwing himself onto the plush sofa that took up a
large amount of the room. Xaldin rolled his neck from side to side
and locked the door behind them; it was unlikely that anyone would
think to look here, but it always paid to be careful. Xigbar shut his
eye and settled down, locking his hands together and using them as a
pillow behind his head.
"Dude- what're you so worried about?"
He asked, grinning broadly. "It's as good as done."
"…As
good as." Xaldin said quietly, arms folded and looking at Xigbar
suspiciously. Xigbar picked up on that tone and opened his eye,
frowning.
"What's that look for?" He asked irritably,
propping himself up on one elbow.
"You need photographs of all
of the Organisation members- which neither of us have." Xaldin
pointed out.
"Whut?" Xigbar queried eloquently. "Whaddaya
mean?"
"You lack Roxas' picture." Xaldin began. Xigbar
interrupted him.
"Pssht- no! Do you even know how many pictures
Axel's got of him and the blonde together? I swear that guy's got
like…vouyerismamistic problems."
"That's 'voyeuristic',
Xigbar." Xaldin corrected with a sigh.
"Thaaaat's the one."
Xigbar drawled.
"You also lack photographs of myself and of
you." Xaldin continued. Xigbar shrugged.
"Ehh- whatever; I'll
take a photo a'you, and then you can do it t' me, huh?" he
offered. Xaldin narrowed his eyes.
"No." He said, tone set in
lead. Xigbar sat up fully.
"An' why not?" He asked, folding
his own arms.
"I know you, Xigbar; the second you get a picture
of me, that will be our 'partnership' terminated." Xaldin
replied. Xigbar cursed inwardly; so Xaldin was on to him.
"Nawwww-
Xald! I wouldn't do that to ya!" He protested, getting up. Xaldin
looked at him- thoroughly unconvinced.
"Dude!" Xigbar objected
once more. "Dude! I wouldn't! You know me!"
"You're
bloody right I know you, Twiggy." Xaldin replied, fixing him with
an all-knowing stare, which Xigbar grimaced at.
"If
anything- it should be you who has his photo taken first." Xaldin
added. Xigbar snorted.
"Oh yeah- right. So ya can backstab me,
huh? As if." He replied, wagging a finger.
"Unlike some, I am
above such childish pranks and I do not 'backstab' those I work
with." Xaldin growled at him. Xigbar shook his head.
"Still
no, dude." He said in a sing-song voice. "You ain't foolin'
me!"
"Xigbar; you're the only one who stands to lose the
most from this; wouldn't it be me who should be wary of you?"
Xaldin pointed out.
Xigbar frowned.
"Well damn, dude. I guess
you got me." He shrugged, grinning. A pause passed between the two
of them, and Xaldin couldn't help but feel somewhat unnerved by the
manic grin that Xigbar was giving him…and the proximity of the
other…and the fact that the Freeshooter wasn't actually
blinking…
"I'm leaving now." Xaldin announced, taking a step back. Xigbar's grin widened, as did Xaldin's eyes as suddenly the Freeshooter took a flying leap at him; locking his arms around his neck, looping his legs around the Lancer's waist and finally smothered the other's mouth with his own. Xaldin was caught off-guard by the momentum of the other Nobody, and consequently toppled backwards onto the floor, giving Xigbar the opportunity he needed to pin the taller male down- knees holding his arms down in a crucifix-style position and sitting squarely on his chest, grinning down at him. Xaldin coughed; trying to catch his breath after being winded and then pressed upon by a heavy weight.
"Gotcha,
dude." Xigbar smirked triumphantly, leering at the younger Nobody.
Xaldin scowled up at him.
"Get off." He snarled, twisting
sharply. Xigbar yelped, but otherwise hung on- hands gripping
Xaldin's coat to anchor himself there.
"Or what?" Xigbar
challenged, arms folded and looking far too satisfied with himself
for Xaldin's liking.
"Or I'll ram a lance down your throat,
sideways," He growled. Xigbar scoffed. Xaldin continued "and one
up your backside!"
"As if." Xigbar announced derisively,
grinning. Xaldin snarled and tried to pull his arms free, but
failing.
"I'll do it, Xigbar!" He hissed. Xigbar's grin
became a lazy smirk.
"Yanno, dude…" he purred, tracing a
gloved finger up along the Lancer's jawline from his chin.
"Technically; I'm actually your Superior…so ya can't. Bummer
for you, huh?" His smirk widened as Xaldin growled at him again,
twisting once more, but getting nowhere. "An' guess what? You
gotta follow my orders, Xaldy…" The finger that traced along
Xaldin's jaw followed it all the way to the Lancer's ear, then
slid gently up along the ridge- pulling a hastily stifled noise from
his victim.
"Don't you…pull that card…on me…!" Xaldin
hissed through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the sensations from
his ear. Xigbar chuckled.
"Dude- I'll pull whatever the hell I
want," he replied in a honeyed voice. "an' there ain't
nothin' you can do t' stop me. So if I wanna do this-" The lobe
of the ear was rubbed softly between gloved thumb and forefinger,
pulling another muffled whimper from Xaldin. "Or maybe…this-"
The other hand slid up the Lancer's chest, copying the massaging on
the other ear; Xaldin's breath hitching audibly as he did so.
Xigbar's hands moved away as the Freeshooter peeled off his
gloves- meeting Xaldin's glare with a cool, devious smirk as he
brought his index fingers to his lips and licked them before sliding
them back to rub against the tips of Xaldin's ears. The soft
'Aahh!' from Xaldin was barely restrained.
"If I wanna
do that…I'll do it; and you'll damn well put up with it. An'
if I say yer gonna be naked- yer gonna be naked." Xigbar told him
firmly. "But right now, Xaldy- since we're such good friends an'
all…I'll give ya a choice; we can do it one a' two
ways…"
"W-which are?" Xaldin growled; jerking his head
away from Xigbar's stroking fingers. Xigbar laughed again and
settled himself on Xaldin's chest, eye half-lidded in relaxation
and idly toying with the zipper of Xaldin's coat.
"Well- the
way I see it, Xaldin; we can do it the hard way, or the easy way."
Xigbar drawled. "Hard way is pretty much me an' you fightin',
me orderin' you to take it all off and to get snapped, then me not
sharin' the booty because you were such a pain. Or, we can do it
the easy way; which I can tell ya- will be a lot more
enjoyable…"
Xaldin narrowed his eyes at the tone of Xigbar's
voice. The Freeshooter smirked at him.
"What does the 'easy
way' entail…?" Xaldin asked suspiciously. Xigbar snorted and
shifted, rubbing the tips of Xaldin's ears in small circles again,
enjoying the way that the Lancer screwed his eyes shut and bit into
his lower lip to avoid crying out. Xigbar adored being the only one
who knew about the sensitivity of Xaldin's ears; it gave him an
unlimited amount of satisfaction to have Xaldin under his control
with just a few little motions.
"Well…" Xigbar
murmured, setting his lips just by Xaldin's left ear. "How about
we both do, I'll take the shot, then you can take one a' me…an'
then we have a little fun…"
"…Fun?" Xaldin repeated,
painfully slow. Xigbar rolled his eye and smirked, trailing his
tongue slowly up along the ridge of Xaldin's ear.
"Whaddaya
think I mean, Xald?" He purred, feeling Xaldin tense up underneath
him. Xaldin took a moment to establish what Xigbar meant- and the
Freeshooter could almost hear the penny drop.
"Oh..." Xaldin
said quietly- or as best he could with Xigbar still molesting his
ears. Xigbar chuckled and pulled back, eye half-lidded and a lazy
smirk plastered across his features.
"It's up t' you,
Xaldin…which d'ya wanna do?" he reminded, still keeping the
other pinned down; Xaldin was not one to miss an opportunity for
revenge. The Lancer looked at him for a minute- indigo crackling
against amber as tiny charisma battles sparked between them. There
was no verbal reply; but Xaldin relaxed his body underneath the older
Nobody, and let out a small sigh. Xigbar's smirk widened once more-
stretching the scar that marred his cheek.
"You made the
right choice, Xald. Trust me." He said smoothly, tugging down the
zipper of Xaldin's coat without breaking their eye-contact. He
moved his knees from the Lancer's arms, which drew a sigh of relief
from Xaldin- who was infinitely glad to feel circulation returning to
the nearly-numb limbs. Slowly, the younger male moved his hands up to
grip Xigbar's hips, almost as if suspicious. Xigbar eased his body
backwards off of Xaldin's chest, pressing against his hands to show
that he was not trying to deceive him. The Lancer was not convinced,
but his grip tightened a little and he shifted to get a little more
comfortable.
"One plus a' this," Xigbar commented, tugging
the zipper of the coat down. "is that we can get a pretty
flatterin' photo a' each other, huh?"
Xaldin couldn't
help the small smirk that pressed at his lips and Xigbar
grinned.
"Haha. Ya smiled; you're enjoying it too!" He
crowed triumphantly. Xaldin rolled his eyes but smirked nonetheless.
Xigbar felt the taller Nobody relax further underneath him and tugged
the zipper of the coat all the way down.
After a few moments,
Xaldin found himself feeling uncomfortably exposed as Xigbar grinned
at him- having stripped the Lancer swiftly and moved back to find the
camera.
"Xigbar?" Xaldin said after a pause, frowning.
Xigbar looked over at him, camera in hand.
"Yeah?"
"I'm
sure that you said you too were going to be nude..." Xaldin
reminded him. Xigbar snorted.
"I say a lot of stuff that I
don't mean, Xaldy." He grinned. A sharp growl from Xaldin made
him think about whether or not he wanted to keep his other
eye.
"...Buuuut that wasn't one of them! Eheheh..."
Xigbar added quickly, tugging down the zipper of his own coat as
Xaldin sat up and crossed his legs, watching the other warily. The
Lancer was moderately intruiged that Xigbar could undress someone
else and himself without needing to look and in a relatively short
space of time. It must have shown on his face, because Xigbar smirked
at him, kicking his boots off and pushing down his trousers and
boxers.
"I get in a whole lotta practise with Demmy, Xald."
he snickered. Xaldin rolled his eyes.
"I didn't need to know
that."
"Sure ya did." Xigbar replied, stepping out
of the pool of clothes around his feet. Xaldin didn't mean to look-
but couldn't help it.
"...Xigbar..." He said,
looking rather unnerved. Xigbar frowned and looked down, seeing
himself half-hard.
"What?" He asked, honestly confused.
Xaldin looked up at him.
"...That really, really is not
appropriate for what we were just talking about." Xaldin
muttered. Xigbar smirked.
"That was totally appropriate,
dude!" he countered. "Dominatin' you gets a guy hot, what
can I say?"
"Anything but that." Xaldin grimaced.
"Don't think you're topping this one, Xigbar."
"I
am totally toppin' this one." Xigbar replied, in a very
matter-of-fact voice.
"No you aren't." Xaldin replied in
the same tone.
"An' why the hell not?" Xigbar
demanded.
"You're shorter than me; ipso facto- I top. You
take it from me." Xaldin said with a smug grin.
"Ipso
facto, your face, dude." Xigbar muttered. prickling at being
called short once again. "I'm yer superior."
"I
could just rape you." Xaldin replied.
"Then ya'd be
like...fucked. 'Cause I'd punish you so fuckin' bad." Xigbar
growled. The Lancer smirked, saying quietly.
"It'd be worth
it."
A pause passed.
"Toss a coin?"
Xigbar suggested, looking annoyed. Xaldin rolled his eyes.
"Why
can't you accept defeat?" He asked.
"Whyn't you shut
up?" Xigbar retorted.
"Eloquent."
"Fuck
you."
With a sigh, Xaldin cocked his head to one side.
"Do
you have one?"
"...I'm naked, Xald."
"In
your clothes, Xigbar." Xaldin sighed wearily.
"...I'm
naked."
"We've established this."
"Dude...but,
like...I'm naked!" Xigbar protested. Xaldin eventually
understood, rolling his eyes.
"You are not fucking me,
Xigbar." Xaldin said firmly. Xigbar whined.
"Why
notttt?"
"Because you simply aren't. Now if you want
sex, you'll damn well learn to like it with me up your backside and
you begging for orgasm!"
Xigbar glared at him for a moment,
then smiled in a decidedly sly manner.
"Arright,
dude...Arright...Y' can fuck me." He purred. Xaldin narrowed his
eyes at him.
"What was that...?"
"You. Can.
Fuck. Me." Xigbar repeated, sitting down beside Xaldin and
setting a scarred hand on his thigh.
"...No tricks?"
Xaldin growled.
"None." Xigbar purred, sliding his hand
up to trail his fingers along the inside of Xaldin's thigh. The
Lancer would have asked more questions; since Xigbar would exploit
any loophole that he could- but was rather distracted by that
touch...it had been a while since Xigbar and he had last had a decent
session together.
Xigbar smirked as Xaldin's thighs spread a
little, the Lancer leaning back onto his hands as he let the other
stroke him smoothly; enjoying the roughness of the calluses on
Xigbar's hands from years of gun-weilding as they slid over that
sensitive skin. It felt good to be touched again; damn the
Freeshooter for knowing how to do it properly.
"'S been a
while, huh?" Xigbar commented, shifting closer and planting a
kiss to Xaldin's chest. The Lancer nodded, tilting his head back a
little and his eyes half-lidded, hand moving up to trace the scars
that marred Xigbar's back. This pulled a shiver of enjoyment from the
gunner; it was only Xaldin who could touch the scars just right and
send shivers up and down his spine. Two and Three knew each other's
bodies better than anyone else did; it came from a lot of practise of
touching and feeling and nights spent grinding under a sheet, against
a wall...in mid-air...
After a few more minutes of touching,
kissing, groping and generally warming themselves up, Xaldin pulled
back- panting softly.
"Mmmn..." he murmured
appreciatively, lying side-by-side with the Freeshooter and trailing
a hand up and down the other's side, making Xigbar squirm a little
and rub his thigh up against Xaldin's now-hard cock and pulling a
small purr of encouragement from the Lancer's lips. They were both
fully up for a rough, senseless tangle in the sheets; it had been a
ridiculously, obscenely long time since they had both had the time
to...
"C'mon duuuuude..." Xigbar drawled. "Enough
a' this..."
"Quite." Xaldin smirked, but his tone
was interrupted by Xigbar's next sudden action.
The little bastard...!
"See,
Xaldy...makes it easier, huh?" Xigbar sneered. "Ya always
were such a pussy when it came t' this..."
Xaldin panted
hopelessly- but knew he could do nothing here. He only managed to
open one eye and see through a film of fluid that Xigbar's hand was
in a portal, and that he knew exactly where that portal lead
to.
"Gnnnngggetttttt.t..t...OOoouuuuuuttt..ttttt...!"
He hissed, bucking harshly as Xigbar's fingers, inside of him- but
somehow not, stroked at his prostate.
"Make me." Xigbar
purred. "Ya know the only reason ya ever top me is because I let
you."
"N-Nowww...!" Xaldin growled. "Grrg...Y-you
swo...swore!"
"I told ya, Xally...I say an' do a whole
lotta things I don't mean." Xigbar snorted. "Fer the third
in command and fer a guy who's known me fer donkey's years, ya sure
are gullible."
Xaldin liked to think that he was a patient
man; especially around Xigbar- who could rile everyone up in all the
wrong ways in less than ten minutes...
...but to break a vow such as that...
"Let's hear it a littl' louder, Dilly- wanna hear ya whimperin' all over again, just like the old days." Xigbar taunted in a sing-song voice, giving another rough stretch out of all his fingers. Xaldin whimpered- what man in his position could avoid the involuntary noise? It was not so much the burn from being suddenly stretched from inside and being unable to do anything about it, no; it was the humiliation of being reduced to this by Xigbar. It was only ever Xigbar who could and they both knew it...Xemnas could overpower him in an instant and fuck him raw...but only Xigbar could have him begging to be abused...
...No...Not this time...
Xigbar had been too busy with palming his own cock at the sight of Xaldin and cackling to notice that the Lancer had opened his eyes. The realisation hit the Freeshooter when he was abruptly winded- slammed down onto the cold floor and pinned down. He barely had time to catch his breath before Xaldin had bitten him, hard, on the nipple. The Freeshooter yelped and broke his concentration- the hand disappearing from within Xaldin- and then howled as two fingers were forced into him. These were thick, rough, lubricated only with saliva and vengeful. His whole body spasmed as the Lancer hissed at him and stretched out his fingers as far as he could. The burn made Xigbar moan- he got off on pleasurepain and control...or in this case, lack of. Fighting and sex- two of Xigbar's favourite pastimes. Only Xaldin would ever be this rough with him and know when to stop...and to not stop when Xigbar demanded it of him.
"Cocky little
bastard." Xaldin spat, scissoring and thrusting in shallow,
vicious motions. "Now who's the one whimpering!?"
Xigbar
tilted back his head and thrust against Xaldin's fingers- the insults
and pain and pleasure
and--
"O--Oaaooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!...Fffffuccckkkkk'nnnnn...!"
Xigbar whined- bucking his hips shamelessly. Xaldin was going to play
it like this, was he? Oh, Kingdom Hearts...YES. His entire body
burned with the pleasure from a rough stroke of that gland
inside.
"Beg for it, you slut." Xaldin snarled,
withdrawing his fingers for long enough to add a third before
resuming his motions. Xigbar half-laughed, half-moaned.
"I
said, beg."
Xaldin repeated angrily, stretching roughly. Xigbar released a choked
moan.
This continued for some time; Xigbar mocking and Xaldin
growling and punishing, until finally- Xigbar could bear no more of
this. He hurt
and ached
and wanted
and was not
getting.
"Ffuuuuuccckk
mmeeee!" He hissed, raking his nails down Xaldin's back. The
Lancer tossed his head back and simply complied- removing his hands
swiftly; the fingers bone dry now. Xigbar was given a moment to catch
his breath and ready himself before Xaldin was buried halfway into
him. The Freeshooter was accustomed to pain- this did not hurt. He
released one hoarse pant, then thrust down his hips on Xaldin's
waiting length.
Soon, sharp and angry moans were echoing through the room- the only pause being when Xigbar somehow managed to get atop Xaldin (He had specified that Xaldin could 'fuck', not 'top')- Xigbar didn't want to tease and be teased tonight and Xaldin didn't want to stop the tight!wet!hot! around his aching, weeping cock. As was the nature of things, both gunner and lancer reached various peaks at around the same time- so it was no surprise that when Xaldin thrust against Xigbar's sweetspot, Xigbar rubbed hard on Xaldin's ears- both of which provoked the other to release a noise, saturated with utter, raw pleasure and for their pulsing, aching shafts to weep with abandon. That was Xigbar and Xaldin's favourite way- rough, raw, ready and with little to no regard for sexual ettiquette.
Perfect.
Such
was the atmosphere in the room that admist the panting and moaning
and growling that the soft 'Whooompsh' of a portal opening was not
heard. When, finally, Lancer and Freeshooter reached their shared
orgasm- both of them yelping and moaning and writhing in each other's
grip- the noise of a shutter clicking was not noticed either, nor was
the soft snort of laughter from two pairs of lips and the noise of
another portal opening and closing. All that Xigbar and Xaldin were
aware of was the panting and small noises of assent that accompanied
post-sex moments.
"D-duuude..." Xigbar drawled, wincing
as Xaldin pulled out, with no regard to his well-being.
"F'k'n...Nnn...awesome..."
"Shut up...Xig..."
Xaldin growled, looping an arm around the other's waist to pull him
onto his side and curl up next to him with. Xigbar obliged with a
sleepy murmur, but then snapped his fingers; surprised at how much
effort it took. A sniper was instructed to take a picture of the two-
hardly a flattering one- but a picture nonetheless. Xigbar knew he'd
keep it for...future reference, anyway...
"Mmm...Gonna...aah...get
our prize...mm...t'morrow, huh?"
"Mmm."
"Yeahh...gonna
be...mmm...sweeeet..."
"Mmm."
"G'night..."
"Mmm."
Luxord
sat in his usual chair by the fire in the room he used for private
study- sipping from his tea and watching Larxene counting their piles
of munny and various ill gotten gains.
"You know, my dear- I
do think that went rather well, don't you?" He commented.
Larxene raised an eyebrow at him."
"Call me that again
and I'll have your eyes out." She quipped merrily, "However,
I agree. That makes up for seeing all of the rest of them
naked."
"Quite." Luxord surmised. "Were we
wrong to steal their photographs?"
"No." The Nymph
replied easily.
"...and burn their camera...?"
"No."
"...and
tie them both up?"
"No."
Luxord took another
sip of his tea.
"...Jolly good. Wouldn't want them to accuse
us of bad sportsmanship, after all..."
