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Saix slipped into Zexion's room, smirking slightly as the boy started to shake. He sat on the bed, ignoring the fact that Zexion tried to move away. He slid his hand up and touched Zexion's face.
"And how are we feeling?" he asked. Zexion glared at him and jerked his face away.
"Peachy," he spat. Saix frowned.
"You shouldn't be so rude. After all, I did go to all this trouble for you."
"I didn't want you to!" Zexion yelled, then seemed to calm himself, "Who was on the phone?"
Saix grabbed Zexion's face again, this time ensuring that he couldn't pull away. Leaning close, he brought his lips to within centimeters of his captive's. Zexion's eyes widened, and he started struggling.
"They are not important, Zexion. What is important is you and me," Saix whispered. He heard a faint whimper from his captive, and it drove him over the edge. He crashed his lips onto Zexion's; the boy gasped, and Saix used the opportunity to delve into his victim's mouth, exploring the sweet cavern with a hungry tongue. He could feel Zexion thrashing beneath him, muffled protests lost in Saix's lustful kiss.
Zexion had never been so terrified. As Saix's wet tongue mapped out his mouth, he pulled his own tongue in, trying to deter the inevitable. He tried to scream, but it was lost. All he could do was struggle and writhe, and he knew it was useless. Saix had him bound and well-pinned. He felt like crying as Saix's tongue ran over the roof of his mouth, tickling him slightly.
Suddenly his stomach growled, long and very loud.
Zexion stopped struggling and blinked, surprised. He hadn't heard his stomach growl in several years. He was rarely hungry. However, he sighed in relief as Saix pulled away.
"Hungry, then, Zexion? Your poor tummy," he cooed, sliding his hand under Zexion's shirt and feeling the soft flesh of his stomach. Zexion began to struggle again, trying to stop Saix' touching.
"Don't touch me!" he hissed. Saix chuckled.
"Don't touch you? But you're mine to do with as I wish." His fingers traced over Zexion's small abdomen lovingly, "You're so perfect."
He leaned down and kissed Zexion's stomach, lingering as Zexion whimpered softly.
"Please…just leave me alone!" the boy cried, "I have to go to school, and feed Galileo, and practice my clarinet!"
Saix chuckled, "Not anymore."
Zexion felt himself starting to get angry.
"I don't even know you! You…you…you blue-haired lunatic!"
Silence reigned for a long time. Suddenly Saix laughed, long and hard.
"You may not be so perfect if that's the best you can do." He leaned down again, his lips tracing over Zexion's jaw back to his lips.
Lexaeus paced his living room, watched by Axel. The redhead had a sobbing Demyx curled up under his arm.
"Lex, sit down," Axel finally murmured.
"That maniac has Zexion, Axel! And all you can say is 'sit down'?"
"Your pacing isn't helping anyone. If anything, it's making us more nervous." Axel stroked Demyx's hair, whispering soothing words into his ear as Lexaeus sat. Demyx cuddled Axel, sobbing harder. Lexaeus sighed as Axel held the boy tighter and let his tears soak his shirt.
"We'll find him, don't worry," Axel said, and Lexaeus knew it was directed just as much at him as at Demyx. The redhead leaned back as Demyx cried himself to sleep, whimpering a little.
"Poor kid," Axel sighed. Lexaeus leaned back as well.
"Which one?"
"Both of them." Axel smiled slightly as he looked down at Demyx. The boy was clutching his pants leg.
Zexion gave up trying to escape. He knew that he couldn't.
"That's right, Zexy. Just relax. I love you," Saix cooed, moving the kiss to Zexion's neck. Zexion tried to keep from whimpering as his captor began to suck gently on his skin.
"If you loved me, you'd untie me," he said, pulling on the ropes around his wrists. Saix sat up, smiling indulgently.
"You would run away. But I am going to get you some food. Lovemaking is not nearly as much fun on an empty stomach." Saix got up and left the room, presumably to get food. Zexion stared in horror at the place he had been sitting, feeling panic and terror set in. He pulled desperately at his bonds, but after a while he gave up again. Feeling tears start in his eyes, he began to cry softly. He was still a virgin, and he knew that the first time always hurt even if the lover was gentle.
He doubted that Saix had any intention of being gentle.