Happy Hump Day! Let's try something a little different this time around, shall we? This is for my beta. I am going to warn you, because I know some don't like the idea, but there is roleplay 'non-con' and another kink as well, in this chappie. The keyword is 'roleplay'. However, I won't be offended if you don't feel like reading, with knowing that. No flames, pretty please? I apologize for the long A/N today, but just felt it was appropriate to warn you lovelies, as I never want you to read something you don't dig on. And without further ado, please enjoy! :D

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Zexion was wandering down the hall, heading back to his bedroom, when he suddenly found himself pressed against the wall, a hand over his eyes. Biting back a moan, as the touch of the gloved hand over his face he would recognize anywhere, he decided to play the game with enthusiasm.

"What's going on?" Zexion asked, pitching his voice high, stepping into the role of a man in distress. "What do you want?"

He felt a warm breath against the side of his neck, sending the blood rushing towards his blossoming arousal. "I think you know what I want." If there was any doubt in his mind, the minute he heard Axel speak, he knew that he would be safe, no matter what. He tried to turn his head, but found the redhead's arm holding it into place. "Ah, ah. No one said you could move." Axel kept his fingers over his eyes.

"I can't do anything out here," Zexion whispered, a touch of fear in his voice. Only a few hours before, the two of them had talked about two different fantasies each of them had in a quiet discussion in the Nobodys' library, the action of the redhead making the slate-haired man remember it vividly.

Zexion's left eyebrow rose up. "You want to role play? Like, with the loincloth again?"

"No, silly." Axel put his feet up on the table, knowing very well how much it would irk the Schemer. Zexion reached over with his gloved hand and pushed his feet off. "Oh, come on."

The slate-haired man shook his head. "No. Use a chair if you really need to elevate your legs."

"Fiiiiiine." Axel pulled a chair towards him, setting his feet on it. "So, no. Not like the loincloth. Want to hear it?"

He gave a nod of his head. "I think I would. Are you telling me because you're hoping I'll fulfill your request?"

"Maybe." Axel placed his left elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand. "Or, we could just call it an exchange, because I'm sure there's something you've fantasized about yourself."

Hiding his face with his hair, Zexion gave a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders. "Tell me?"

"I've always wanted to..." Axel looked up at the ceiling, not meeting Zexion's gaze. Zexion peered at him with one visible eye, curious as to why the redhead was refusing to look at him. "I've always wanted to force someone against their will."

Zexion's mouth dropped open. "So, like...rape?" He was shocked by what the redhead was saying.

"Well, when you say it like that, it sounds really awful. But, if you knew what I was planning, would it really be like that?" Axel asked, finally turning his head to look towards him. "I mean, that's why it's called role play, right?"

Pushing his hair back behind his ear, the slate-haired man nodded. "Yes, I guess there's that." He closed his eyes and began to think about a fantasy that had popped into his own mind, after reading about it in one of the novels he enjoyed.

"What are you thinking, Zexy?" Axel asked, his voice quiet. "Is that something you'd be willing to do with me? We could plan for it."

The Schemer gave a slow nod of his head. "Only if you'll do something for me, while you're acting this out?" He looked down at the table, nervous to meet the redhead's eyes.

"Oh? What did you have in mind, Zexion?" The use of his full name sent a tremor through his body.

He kept his eyes on the table, his hands beginning to sweat in his gloves. "I mean, it sort of plays into your fantasy." He quickly spoke of what he was hoping for, and sat back, lifting his head to meet the redhead's eyes. "Well?"

"I can do that." Axel gave a nod of his head, a mischievous smile appearing on his face. "How about this afternoon? You don't have another mission today, do you?"

Zexion shook his head. "No, I don't. But how will I know when you want to act this out?"

"You'll know." The redhead pulled his feet off the chair, and stood up. He waved at him. "Guess I'll see you later." Axel left the library, leaving the quiet Nobody alone to brood on how and when it was all going to take place.

Axel's damp breath hit Zexion's ear. "Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" He thrust his hips against Zexion's backside, pressing him hard against the wall.

"Please," Zexion whispered, his voice faltering, excitement beginning to travel through his body as he did his best to play the victim for his lover. "Please, we can go to my room. It's just...it's just-"

"Say it." Axel pressed his body against the wall with more strength that Zexion was used to, and it was sending all of the blood in his body rushing towards his arousal. "If you don't say it in the next five seconds -"

"There!" Zexion pointed with his hand to his bedroom door, which was only a few steps away.

"I'm going to let you go," Axel's lips pressed against Zexion's ear. The slate-haired man bit down on his lower lip hard, not wanting to moan, as it would take away from the role play. "If you try and run, I will tackle you, and you will be so very sorry you did that." His words hit Zexion's brain, making him become more anxious to get behind that door, so they could continue with what he had requested.

Zexion lowered his head, and spoke quietly. "I won't try and run."

"You had better not." Axel's hand slipped from over his eyes, and Zexion felt the pressure on his back suddenly disappear as the redhead pulled away from him. "Now, show me."

Trying to falter his gait, Zexion stumbled a little, falling against the wall as he walked the few steps to his bedroom. He opened the door, and the moment he was inside, the redhead closed the door behind him and resumed the position they had been in the hallway. Zexion felt Axel's hard arousal pushing against the cleft of his ass, a silent moan falling from his open mouth as he took in just how...different all of this was.

"Strip." Axel said. "And be quick. Because, I don't have time for you to stall."

Zexion raised his hand up, and unzipped his cloak. There was a small part of him that wanted to see what the redhead had up his sleeve if he had stalled, but moved quickly. He heard the sound of Axel unzipping his own pants, and just as he was about to turn around to face him, he was pushed onto the bed, the blindfold they had used in the past touching his face. They hadn't spoken about him being blindfolded for the ordeal, but now that the silk cloth was touching his face, Zexion couldn't help but become more aroused by the simple act of taking away his sight. He let out a soft moan, unable to stop himself.

"Did anyone say you could make noise?" Axel's hands were now on his waist, turning him over, as he landed on the bed on all fours. Now laying on his back, his head tossed back, Zexion felt a flush cover his body as he could feel Axel's eyes staring at his naked body. "That's much better," Axel reached down, the redhead's fingertips brushing against his own arousal. "Someone appears to be enjoying this?"

The slate-haired man rolled his hips up, moaning unabashedly. "Yes..." He couldn't keep up the act any longer. He just wanted to feel the redhead, wanted to receive his end of the bargain. He let out a soft gasp as he felt Axel's bare hands touch the base of his throat. "Nngh..." Zexion lost the ability to speak as Axel began to divulge into his fantasy.

"Do you need me, Zexy?" Axel spoke softly into his ear, his left hand tightening around his lower neck. Groaning loud, Zexion tried to give a nod of his head, but found it was difficult to move. "You need to say it.."

"P-Please..." Zexion moaned loud as he felt Axel's arousal rub against his own. "Must...have...you..."

He felt the bed shift as Axel moved himself. Zexion spread his legs, moaning low as he felt Axel's hand staying firmly wrapped around his neck. He knew that what he had asked for required a high level of trust, as did what the redhead had asked for him to agree to. He knew that there was no one else he would ever relinquish this much control, blindfolding him while engaging in breath play. Without a sound, he felt Axel push into his body, the redhead's hand tightening its grip around his neck.

Zexion cried out as he tried to toss his head back, but Axel's hand made it difficult to move his head in any direction. He groaned as he felt the redhead go deeper into his body, the more he spread his legs. As he took a deep breath, he could feel himself becoming light-headed as his airway was being constricted. He could hear Axel moan as the redhead moved his hips faster. Zexion lifted his legs, wrapping them tight around his lover's waist, and was rewarded with Axel hitting his sweet spot straight on. Clawing the bed, Zexion began to see white behind his eyes, as the redhead heard his soft gasps as he began to pound into that same spot over and over. Lifting his left hand, Zexion made a move to touch Axel's wrist, but then stopped himself, the light-headed feeling he was experiencing was beginning to overwhelm him in a good way. He felt Axel buck his hips harder, as his mouth fell open in a silent cry. His right hand lifted up off the bed and began to claw at the redhead's back, moaning as audibly as he could, while his other hand snaked between their bodies. The moment his hand wrapped around his arousal, with one small tug, he released his load, his orgasm hitting his body as if it were an avalanche. He barely heard Axel moan his name softly as he began to lose consciousness. As the redhead was falling over the edge with him, his hand loosened on his neck, gasps for breaths and moans began to pour forth from Zexion's mouth, the last of his release exuding from the tip of his arousal.

Panting hard, Zexion grunted softly as Axel pulled out of him and laid next to him on the bed. "Gaia, Zex," Axel said, panting softly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

The slate-haired man shook his head as he finally regained his normal breathing pattern. "No..." He turned his head and rested it against Axel's chest, breathing deeply. "That was simply wonderful."

"Was it what you were hoping for?" Axel placed a soft kiss on his cheek, wrapping an arm around him.

Zexion nodded his head, snuggling against his chest. "What about you? Was...was that okay? I know that I probably could have gone on longer, but I really just wanted to have sex. You were turning me on so much." He blushed faintly, looking up to meet his lover's emerald eyes.

"Really?" Axel wore a smile. "Yes, of course it was okay. Thank you for doing that for me. I know, it was an odd request, but..."

"It's nice that you and I are both comfortable enough with each other, that we can do that together without there being any fear." Zexion finished for him, keeping his eyes on Axel's. "I couldn't imagine doing that with any of the others we like having fun with."

The redhead pulled him against his body in a tight hug. "You're absolutely right, Zexion. This is definitely just a you and me activity. No one can have it."

"I love you," Zexion kissed the only available area to him, which was Axel's pectoral muscle.

Chuckling deeply, Axel held him tightly. "I love you too, Zexion."

"But, it's definitely one that can't just...happen." Zexion said, lifting his head up to look up at him. "Understand?"

"As clear as day. Or night, given where our home is located."

Zexion groaned. "Give me a break. Axel."

"Okay. Where?"

"Axel!"