Demyx's P.O.V

My sweaty palms press to the wall, nails scratching at the surface looking for some soft texture to press in as the hulking mass behind me pounds in an arousing stance. My pants pooled around my ankles, my shirt crunched up so his hands can play with my inflamed perks, my cloak long gone from the first assault back in his room.

"Mmm. Why won't you let your sweet voice out for me" Saix purrs in my ear. "Hearing you beg out for me to make it harder is such a turn on." He grunts and pounds harder.

It's such an obvious reason why I'm gagging myself with my own shirt.

Saix is punishing me for my storytelling in the cave back in the Land of Dragons. He started with a surprise attack in his room, just to get things started. Now he has me pinned to this wall, in a hall, where anyone could pass at anytime and see us. I'm keeping my voice down so no one gets curious and wants to come down here.

I press my cheek to the wall when that warm feeling of final arousal creeps on me. Saix's hands drop from my chest to my hips as his movements switch to the mutt in heat jerks that throw me roughly but arouse me sweetly. My eyes shut tight and, if Saix hadn't been holding my hips, my buckling legs would have given out under me with the intensity of my orgasm… I don't even want to see my mess on the wall.

Saix's stiff prick finishes behind me in some final thrusts before he leans his clothed body against my nearly nude one.

"Say it again." He says in a deep, demanding tone. I shiver at his cool breath, my aroused senses still heightened. I swallow.

"I… love you, Master. I only want you and your… cock… I'll never speak out of turn again. Please… pleasure me till I can't walk…" I want to die. Saix is so obsessed with me wanting only him he slipped a cock ring on me again and screwed me with those vibrating toys till I couldn't take it anymore and said those lines. That was round one.

"That's my good pet." He pulls my head back to give me a long deep kiss. His tongue slips past my lips with knowledge of what heats it. His tongue wraps around my own, curling with it, tasting it, pulling just slightly. My eyes shut without me wanting to, my body already giving itself eagerly to its alpha.

I'm turned around and pressed to his body quickly, my arms move around his neck tightly in place to pull myself closer in the kiss while his thumbs play with my sensitive ears. I feel my lower head in control rising once again. He bites my tongue, grinding it with is molars, making me moan.

When he finally pulls back I wait for where his mouth will touch next. Sensing that he isn't moving I go the question and then realize, having opened my eyes, that we're now in the Circle Room, him seated in his chair bellow me while I straddle him.

"Ready for round three?" he asks me with a grin. He runs a long finger up my aroused need. I shudder.

"I can't… not here…" His chair is so high up…

"Heights can be annoying." He grips both our lengths in one of his large hands. "But I'm sure you can forget about it, in the right situation." He begins stroking us both. The feeling of his rubbing against mine while simultaneously getting jerked off… I grip the arms of the chair. "You're providing enough lubricant for the two of us. I am enjoying this feeling as well." He rubs my dripping head to coat his fingers with more of my own juices then continues to stroke.

I grab his hand to stop. He looks at me with a satisfied smirk and leans back to watch as I straighten his pole, angle myself over it, and slide down to the base in one go. A deep moan emits from me that echos throughout the empty room. I bounce hungrily on him, accepting the food I don't want.

"Say it." He grunts as his hips give a quick jerk. "Say it."

"I…I… Ah!" He grabs my hips and slams me down right in the spot that turns me in to an animal in heat.

"I love you, Master! Ah! Ah!" I bounce harder hitting that spot each time. "I only want you and your cock! So good…" I crave more with each bounce. "I'll never speak out of turn again! Please! Screw me till I can't walk!" What has become of me? I bounce harder and deeper, slapping my rear against his legs, drool sliding down my open panting mouth until I cry out with another heavy orgasm.

I fall forward on Saix's chest, breaths broken and heavy, my vision dark and head hurting as my high wears off.

"My. You surprise me every time." Saix runs his hand through my messy hair. "I like how you changed the last line too."

I don't answer, just pant, trying to find air to fill my lungs. I hate this. I hate how much it feels so good. How much I want more. How much I don't remember what Axel felt like.

"I do hope you learned your lesson." He kisses the top of my head. "No matter how much you want to go back to him, your body has already fallen for another's." He tilts my chin up so our eyes meet. "And it's mine."

I wanted to protest, but I couldn't find the words. All I keep thinking about is the cock still inside me.

"Nnn…" I moan softly.

"You want more?" Saix seems to hold back a dark chuckle. "Like this? He raises his hips slightly making me gasp. "I might give you what you so desire, if you tell me how it went last night with Eleven."

My eyes widen. Crap.

"Uhh…" My arousal instantly dies.

"Hmm?" Saix tilts his head. "You did sleep with him like I ordered right? You did like you were told like the good pet you are?" His tone starts to take an acidic backdrop.

"I…" I look in to his yellow eyes. "I couldn't." I could have lied, if I wasn't so scared of him. He sneers.

"Come again?" His hands clench.

"I-I tried but… but I couldn't. M-Marly's my friend. It's not like with Lexaues. I can't ignore him after. I can't… I can't do that to him. A-and besides… I didn't feel right even trying it." I look down quickly; I know Saix is going to be furious.

"It's not about whether you felt right or if he's your friend." He grabs my hair violently to pull my head back up to look at him.

"Ack!" The pain of his hand balling up my hair so tightly in his clenched fist brings tears to my eyes.

"It's about following my orders. Doing what I say and making it so only I am your comfort!" His canines are long and pointed, his feral side taking over.

"I-I'm sorry, Master!" I start shaking. "I-I won't disobey an order again please!"

"No, you won't." He snaps and the electricity I haven't felt in weeks starts. It hurts. I can't breathe or see. Only cry as I scream, jerk, grip his shirt as he lets the electricity touch me deeply. He finally stops the assault and I go limp, only his hold on my hair keeping my upper body up. "It looks like you need more training before you are one hundred percent mine."

A dark portal spins open around us. I look to it as the darkness envelops us. I close my eyes in to my own darkness, wanting to escape the hours of training to come…


Axel's P.O.V

I can't help but feeling that something isn't right with Demyx. I know he told me to leave him alone, that he didn't want to see me, but he's been acting stranger and stranger. He's become distant from everyone. His smile has disappeared. Everything about him seems to be turning grey. He used to practice his sitar every night before bed, now all I hear is silence. Except for these past three days. His quiet sobs have kept me from leaving him alone like he wished.

I've known Demyx long before we became a couple. He only cries when he really can't take something and can no longer hide it inside like he usually does; it just spills out of him in hot tears. Him crying himself to sleep has me suspicious and curious to what he's hiding and for how long he's been hiding it. Though, I do have a pretty good idea about what it might be.

He isn't in his room, so I wait for him outside his room till he decides to return. When he finally shows up my worry increases topped off with some anger.

He has his hood up, unnatural for someone so bubbly, and a slight limp. He notices me standing in front of his door and makes to keep going, like he had somewhere else in mind to go.

"Demyx." I say sternly. He keeps walking. "Demyx you don't have to look at me but answer me one question." He seems like he wants to stop, but he keeps going. I want a clear answer from him. "Demyx." I grab his wrist to stop him.

"Et!" He hisses in pain. Something really isn't right. He pulls back his arm from me. "I…hurt it on a mission." He tries to lie. His voice is dry, scratchy, like he had been screaming at a concert all night.

"Demyx." I try again. "You've been crying. I heard you these past days and now you're trying to put off this," I move faster than him. I grab his arm and push down his sleeve. There's a bruising ring around his wrist, scraped and with drying blood, not to mention the deep claw like indents scratching down the curve of a vein on his pale arm. "this, as some sort of injury. Demyx, who is hurting you?" It's the only conclusion I could come up with. Demyx can handle a lot of things, but the one thing I know that really gets him down quickly is physical abuse; it has to do with bad experiences from his Somebody life. And these injuries, and the possibility that there might be more, prove it. His body tenses. That's a definite that I got it right. "Demyx, tell me."

He lashes out a water whip at me. I instinctively release him and bend away to avoid the attack, but it was a rouge. He was never aiming to hit me, just scare me enough so I would let him go and he could make a run for it. That's it!

With a snort I charge after him. He would have been faster than me if it wasn't for his limp so I easily catch up and tackle him. I slap a hand over his mouth and pull him to his feet. He struggles, thrashing like a fish pulled from his water home.

"Sorry, Dem. But I need to know." I teleport us to my room while still struggling to keep my hold around his waist. He can hit pretty hard when furious. I meant to pin him to the bed but we end up falling over on the floor. Whatever, it works. I top him easily and grab his wrists together with my free hand. Lucky the tie from the butler disguise is in reach. I tie it around his wrists where I'm sure the bruised rings aren't.

"Mm-nn! Demyx cries behind my hand.

"Demyx I am so sorry for this." I reach under him for his cloak zipper.

"Mmm-mm!" He shakes his head quickly.

"Demyx, I want to help." I say.

This is what I want. I pull down the zipper quickly. Memories of doing this in heated moments flash in my head, though I never had him tied up. I push his cloak over his head and gasp slightly. His back is red with burns and—I run my finger over the sticky looking yellow substance stuck to his back—it's candle wax. Then there's the moon shaped slash marks dancing with no uniform around the burns; it had to have come from some type of riding crop or whip. He's only wearing boxers, so I can see those same rings that were on his wrists going down his legs hidden under his boots, like dozens were placed tightly in mock jewelry.

I pull down his cloak and turn him over. His chest is no better than his back. More of that wax and burns, cuts that once bled slashed across his stomach; these though seemed to have some kind of pattern to them. And his soft buds purple from too much handling and burnt from the same wax, I just wanted to kiss them.

I look to his face. There's finger like bruising forming around his neck where someone must have tried to choke him. I look closer and see deep nail prints piercing his neck all around, but none the choker. He has a black eye forming on his left eye, and horrible bite marks on his cheeks and lips. Tears fall from his tightly shut eyes as he shakes under me. He probably thinks I'm going to go the same things the creep did.

"Demyx, who did this?" I release his wrists and zip up his cloak. "Please tell me, I want to help."

"I-I-I don't need your help." He hugs himself, still crying. "I'm fine!"

"This is not fine!" I snap back. "Burns, blood and whips are far from fine!"

"It's fine for my new boyfriend!"

"Boyfriend?" I go cold.

"That's right! I found someone else and he treats me the way I should be! He likes these weird things but other than that he's the best guy I could have found!"

"How… when…?" I'm dumbstruck.

"None of your business." He stands up and winces. "But it happened on a mission. He saved me and we clicked. End of story." He stomps to our shared bathroom. "He gave me this nice choker too, says it looks way better on me than that dangling metal thing you gave me. Oh, and he never yelled or blamed me for anything!" He slams the door as he leaves.

I stare, lost in the words thrown at me. He already found someone to replace me? This fast? Just like that? I realize I still haven't received the answer to my first question.

"Demyx?" I ask through his door. "Why were you crying?"

"If you must know." He huffs back. "I'm still not used to his hobbies so sometimes I wake up crying from nightmares. Happy? Leave me alone."

So it's all about this new, mysterious bondage loving boyfriend of his? I slowly return to my room and just sit on my bed. I still haven't gotten over Demyx, I don't think I ever can. But apparently he can forget everything we've felt for each other so easily for this creep.

I remember when he first joined the Organization. He was such a coward and it was my job to mentor him and teach him how the Organization works. I almost gave up on him and let him become fresh Dusk material, but then he proved himself to me, I guess he didn't want me to give up on him and leave him alone. Then, our friendship just happened. I don't really remember how, we just started to hang more, then Marly came in, that was some adventure by itself.

But I do remember when I started falling for him.

He had begun to sneak in to my bed at night during a particular cold front one year. I didn't really mind, I knew he doesn't do well in the cold, so I let him use me as a personal heat source. One of those mornings I woke up to him clinging to me, his legs weaved with mine and his cute face buried in the crook of my neck. At first, I thought it was annoying because of how much hotter he was making it for me. But when I looked over and saw his adorable sleeping smile, I felt a twinge where my heart should have been, and a sudden urge to kiss his forehead. I blamed the heat making me light headed for that. The next morning our positions were worse. He was on top of me, his arms around my neck in a death hug. That time, I wanted to kiss his smiling lips. And when he shifted his weight and accidentally pressed in to my groin I gasped. Yeah, I was sinking in deeper each sleepover night.

Then it spread to daytime too. I would unintentionally stare at him. just watch him as he would talk, play his sitar or just lay about. Marly would point it out and tease me about it. Who would have thought he'd know my feelings before I managed to put it together for myself. I was in love with Demyx.

The best part about coming to terms with my feelings was that I knew Demyx liked me too. I mean, he did make it pretty obvious what with the glomping, clinging, blushing for no reason, always wanting to be with me. I even caught him a couple times trying not to stare when I would stand in his doorway after a shower, water dripping down my body clad only in a low wrapped towel. He was so easy to read. But now, I think I may have lost that beloved Nocturne I raised and fell in love with…


Demyx's P.O.V

I hug my arms over my head. How could I have said those things to Axel? Everything happened so fast and I was so scared… He had me tied, stripped, all I could think about was that he was going to attack me like Saix would.

My body burns with the way I'm hunched over. No one would attack me like Saix did. He made his point with his monstrous torture, and I'm pretty sure that's why I acted the way I did to Axel.

I stand shakily to pull off my cloak. My injuries are worse than I felt. No wonder Axel was so worried he was furious. I hug my wounded body softly. These injuries will heal eventually, but not my cracked conscious. I look down to my stomach—I think that is the worst physical injury. Saix, using a sharp curved knife, carved the word "mine" in kanji. He carved it knowing well it would heal over in a scar, just like the bite on my neck from long ago.

Tears fall from me once again, the fourth day in a row. I want to go to Axel so much but I'm scared Saix will punish me for even thinking about Axel. I've never been so scared before in my life. I've never wanted to be a Dusk so badly…

It's been a month, a month and a half, since my final training. I've become the obedient sexual demon Saix has desired from me. If I'm not with Saix either forced to cuddle or drawn in to a heated passion my body can't get enough of, I'm alone in my room or on a mission.

Cuddling Saix is as awkward as cuddling your murderer. All I feel is fear as his arms curl around me holding me close to his large frame. I hate it when he says he loves me. What love could a torturer have? And how could he have kisses that can be so gentle and addicting and others so hot my body arouses instantly?

My body. My body is my true enemy. It has chosen Saix. The only reason our heated moments feel so amazing is because my body blocks off my brain from reason and turns me in to a sex hungry beast. I've become so sensitive it usually takes one sensual kiss and my mouth is around his cock readying him to enter my flaming insides. I don't remember the positions, the places, the times, just the feeling as he thrusts in to me and my body shudders with pleasure.

My missions have also become affected by Saix. I've only had solo missions and the occasional one with Saix so we could screw in a different background. He's so good at deceiving he's even able to write out my missions and get them approved by Xemnas with ease.

I've now become the main Nobody to bring humans to the Heartless to convert them in to more heart collecting demons. The only thing is the most sickening and cruel people make the most powerful Heartless. So, in order for me to bring them to the nearby Heartless territory, I have to seduce them. When it's females it's easy; I just have to promise them jewels or something along those lines. But when it's males… Saix just loves dressing me up in my female disguise, who's persona is as easy as lifting a pencil. Some of the disguises… I'm pretty sure they're more for Saix's amusement than anything.

I've gotten good at seducing the foul men with promises of a good time if they follow me. I feel nothing as they scream in agony when the Heartless grab them, tear in to them, pierce through their chest straight for the heart, and shift in to a mindless monster.

The only time I failed was when I was to lure a mob boss to his dismay but he found out I was male easily. He'd played around with women so much he could tell I wasn't who I was saying just by my scent. As he said it… "If you want cock so bad, you'll get it". I was raped by his private circle of six before they let me go… in a ditch…

I wanted to go to Axel for comfort, but I went to Saix, crying and shaking. He held me, said soft words then cleansed me all the while grunting "mine" till he finished twice in to my inner core. He had kissed the "mine" scar on my stomach. "You are mine now and forever" he had said. I can't really argue with him at this point…

I step out of the warm shower after another long day of my wonderful life. I don't have a mission tomorrow, surprisingly, so I'll be able to sleep in with some sort of dreamless bliss. I pull the water from my body, pull on some loose short pjs and drop in to bed with a weighted sigh. I've been having dreamless nights for the past month, I guess it makes it easier to sleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night to a heavy weight on my back. I groan and try to shake off whatever is on me. My wrists are instantly grabber.

"Now, now. Didn't I show you not to hit me?"

"Saix?" I wake up fully with a jolt at his soft purr. He's sitting on my back, gently kissing my palms.

"I've always wanted to do it in your bed." His tone is turning husky quickly.

B-but…" I look to the bathroom door. I'm even afraid to say his name.

"Don't worry." He leans down to kiss and chew my neck. "He's gone on a long mission. He won't be back till late tomorrow."

"Nnn… but…" I still don't feel right about doing it here.

"Maybe you would like to return to the arrangement I have in my room? Remember? The rings around your wrists and legs keeping you in place as I'm free to do as I please?" He bites in to my neck bringing out a sharp gasp.

"No… please, Master… do me here…" I beg.

"Good, lover." He sits up then leans back on the bed. "Get to it."

I slide between his legs, loosen his pants to free his stiffening need and swallow it down to the base. I've eaten him so many times I can swallow him in the first gulp with ease, not to mention ignore his sour taste on my tongue. As I suck and play with his shroom head he slips a tube of lube in to my hand. He wants me to perform for him today. I lower my shorts, pop open the tube, squeeze some on and slide two fingers in. I don't know which to concentrate on more, both are a pain, so I just stop thinking and let my body act the way it does best.

His cock now fully hard Saix pulls me off and pins me on my back under him. "Your bed is so soft." He pants as he pulls off any remaining clothes. "It will surely allow me to press in more." He forces open my legs. I close my eyes and cry out when he slams in to me.

Axel's P.O.V

I teleport back in to my room after a long hunt for White Mushrooms. My mission was to obtain their drops from each of the different magic types they ask for. Let me tell you. One of the most annoying and useless tasks ever!

I drop the bag of collected items on my floor and head to the bathroom just wanting to get the smell of Deep Jungle off me. Before I can turn the shower on a muffled gasp catches my attention. I look to Demyx's door. As I get closer to the door another gasp joins the other I heard. Demyx's moan creeps through the door, a moan I all to recognize.

No. Way. I clench my hands and press my ear to the door. I can hear his luscious moans and gasps joined in with another deeper voice grunting along with him. No way Demyx would bring his new boy toy to the Castle to screw. And in his room too! I'm about to throw open the door to cancel the mood between the two stinkbugs, but a better idea arose. Would it really be that bad if, say, I wanted to borrow something from Demyx and "accidentally" caught them? No, it would be a honest mistake. And if I can see who this freak is I can show him a thing or two about hurting someone like Demyx the way he did.

Slowly, I open the door, just a crack enough for me to see inside. I regret my curiosity instantly. My body goes cold and my jaw drops.

Demyx is in a downward dog position, rear high in the air, his pillow a prop under his chest and behind him… Saix is mounting him, rutting hard and deep in to him, earning the sweet voice from Demyx that always sent shivers down my spine to the tip of my own shaft that should have been the one pounding in to him. The look on Demyx's face, it's not of pain or disgust, it's of pure pleasure and lust. I've never seen him like this when we would have done it…

I look away from the scene, a ringing going through my head. I really don't know what to think about this.

"Ahh!" Demyx cries from the room. I don't want to look again, but I need to know.

Their positions have changed. They're sitting at the edge of the bed, Demyx in his lap with his back to Saix's chest riding him while Saix thrusts his hips up. Saix's hands wander up and down Demyx's thin body, playing with his nips and stroking his dripping length. His mouth is busily working on biting and kissing Demyx's neck, cheeks and ears.

"Say it." Saix grunts. "Say it."

"I love you, Master!" Demyx cries out, bouncing harder. He's about to reach his peak. "I only want you and your cock! I can't live without it! Hahn! I'll never talk out of turn ever ever! Please! Harder! Harder! Harder!"

Saix pulls Demyx's head to the side and gives him such a heated, rough kiss Demyx starts drooling, running his hands through Saix's spiked blue hair. Saix arches harder and harder, as demanded by the Nocturne in heat. Shutting his eyes Demyx pulls from the kiss and screams as he splurts out such an intense orgasm it shoots across the room. He falls back on Saix's chest, gasping, panting, limp on Saix's thick prick.

"I just love when you turn in to an animal." Saix purrs in his ear. He kisses him again. "I love you, my lovely pet."

"I… love… you…" Demyx pants. He closes his eyes and, most likely, passes out from the orgasm.

I close the door quietly, and return to my room. Demyx is lying to me. I may have heard "love" thrown back and forth between the two at the end but what I saw was purely physical, and mentally hurting Demyx. I know Demyx, or at least I know what hurts him. I sure don't know what pleases him to a point that he looks like what he did with Saix back there…

I shake my head. We were still trying out each other… we didn't know everything. But once I save him from Saix and get my Nocturne back I'll show him can make him feel even better than how Saix did because he truly loves me and I him.


AN: Hello my readers. I really got in to writing this fic (I should be paying attention in class but the college atmosphere really helps me write). Anyway, Axel has finally caught Demyx and Saix in the act but Demyx's mental state isn't in the best state. So now the thing is saving the little tortured Nocturne. Knowledge is power, what you do with it is what affects your future. Oh I do hope you enjoy this chapter and the ones to come. They're almost there guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.