It's Wednesday again! This is for gurgicalcipher. A simple warning - go get some tissues. ;) Hope you enjoy!
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"So, remember when you said you didn't know what Demyx was up to?"
Zexion glanced up from his book, looking at his redheaded lover as he exited a portal in the library. "What of it?" He kept his finger in the book, marking his place so he knew where to start from after Axel finished speaking. "And what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in that sandtrap?"
"Yeah, well. That's where I was, and I happened to come across something very...interesting." Axel sat down across from him. "Now, are you interested in finding out?"
"Finding out how?" The slate-haired man had had a rough mission in Atlantica. If there was one place he hated more than the sandtrap, it would have to be the world where he was forced to be under water. He had made it back, barely, and had sought refuge with one of his favorite books. Which is why he was in the library, seeking solitude from the other Nobodies, but when it came to the redhead, he was a sucker to his wily charms. Sometimes. Perhaps now wasn't one of those times, as he was still not answering his question. "Aren't you just going to use your words and tell me?"
The redhead rolled his eyes. "Sheesh, what's gotten into you today? Why are you so bitchy right now?"
"I'm not bitchy," Zexion muttered. "I just had a stupid mission, that's all."
"So, take it out on me? Fine, I see how it is." Axel stood up and opened a portal. "Well, I think if you follow me, that bitchiness will just disappear."
Deciding to take his bait, Zexion left his book on the table and stood up. "Since you're being so cryptic, I guess I have no other choice but to go with you, hmmm?"
"That's the spirit, Zexy!" Axel grabbed his hand and jerked him through the black portal. Zexion sighed and tried not to smile, even those his lips wanted to show the redhead just how pleased he was at how hard Axel was trying to change his mood. It was working, and had been working since the redhead had shown up, but Zexion kept playing cool, not wanting to give his lover too much of an ego boost.
They appeared outside a familiar house in the bazaar of Agrabah. "You've gotta be kidding me," Zexion grumbled, perturbed by where they were standing. "Seriously, Axel? This is not funny."
"Shhh, you can't speak until I tell you, Zexion." The use of his full name made him almost snap out at his lover, but then emerald eyes met his own steel-blue, and he saw that look. His body shivered, knowing that look quite well, and somehow figured out just what the redhead was about to show him. He hoped he knew what it was, as the secret was torturing him. He had never seen Demyx the way he had before, and now he couldn't stop thinking about what the blonde could possibly be up to. Maybe he's taking up dancing himself? Or perhaps he's learning how to knit? No, don't be stupid, those two activities are things he'd never do. He shook his head and continued to let Axel lead him along.
He was led down a staircase, and knew exactly why the house looked so familiar. Axel pulled him into the room where he had watched his lover pleasure himself, thanks to the two-way mirror that was housed there. He saw the bed was made, and looked up at the redhead for clarification, when he heard a soft moan. His eyes widened when he realized just who had made that sound, and turned to face the mirror. Eyes growing larger in size, Zexion almost let out a loud gasp, but Axel's hand quickly covered his mouth, muting whatever sound did make it out.
"Shh..." Axel spoke low in his ear. "They have absolutely no idea that their mirror is a two way mirror, Zexy." The redhead kept his hand in place, as Zexion tried to process just what he was seeing, what he was witnessing. "Looks like it's time we enjoy a little voyeurism, hmm...?" His tongue licked the shell of his ear, Zexion groaning low as the simple touch made his entire body tremble. He bit the fingers that were still against his lips, and stared at what was happening in front of them, enjoying the low moan his redheaded lover released into his ear.
On the other side of the glass was Demyx, whose cock was rubbing against the mirror in a lewd manner, while his hands clawed at the glass above his head. His legs were spread wide, and the well-known two-toned ponytail of the Sharpshooter could be seen behind him. Zexion moaned low as he felt his body become warm, the blood rushing to his own arousal as he stared at these two men, two men whom he had never seen interact before, but were now suddenly lovers? It was so strange, but it made perfect sense. He felt Axel pull his pants down, and was soon in the same state of nakedness as the Nocturnal Charmer was in the opposite room. Zexion's eyes were drawn to the naked body of the man behind him, having never seen the older man's body before, and was impressed at how muscular he was.
"Should we mimic them, Zexy...?" Axel asked, his hands tapping against the slate-haired man's inner ankles. Zexion spread his legs a little, and was soon pressed against the translucent glass, his arousal in the same position as the blonde's on the other side of the mirror. Had their been no glass there, their dicks would be touching. He moaned at the thought, then bit his lower lip, afraid that he could be heard. "Relax, Zexy, I made it so they can't hear us," Axel kissed his inner thigh. "Who knew that Xiggy was so perverted?"
His eyes looked down at what the man was doing, and saw that while the Sharpshooter was apparently licking Demyx' entrance, it seemed as if he was stroking himself slowly. He stared at Xigbar's cock, impressed by his girth, and just as he was thinking about just what could be done with it, he felt Axel's tongue against his own entrance, sending his thoughts back to the redhead. He clawed the mirror, his palms against Demyx', as he rocked his body forward, wishing he could see just what they looked like. Do we look like them? Do we look like ourselves? Zexion cried out as Axel's tongue pushed deep inside of him, his arousal rubbing against the glass slowly as the redhead controlled the movements of his hips. He stared into Demyx' eyes, those bright aquamarine eyes, and saw that his eyes held a look of rapture, his mouth opening and closing as he moaned the Sharpshooter's name. Zexion's toes curled into the floor as he listened to Demyx' moans, torn between watching his eyes, or watching just what his cock was doing. He could feel himself getting close to his own orgasm, as Axel plunged his tongue deeper into his body, the tip of his cock dripping droplets of pre-cum. He rubbed the head of his arousal against the glass, moaning as he watched Demyx doing the same. Zexion spread his legs as far as he could without falling over, and pressed himself against the glass. He heard Demyx cry out, and quickly looked down to watch the blonde begin to spurt his spunk against the mirror, the simple action pushing Zexion over the edge. He moaned his lover's name, and watched his own release drip down the mirror.
The Sharpshooter stood up from behind the blonde, and spoke low into his ear. Zexion shivered hard as he listened to the soft, heated words that the man said, never imagining that the Nobody that wore an eyepatch could ever say such things. "You ready for more, sweetheart? Because I think I wanna take you against this mirror."
"Yes!" Both Demyx and Zexion cried out in unison, one for needy reasons, the other for selfish reasons. He watched as Demyx and Xigbar began to kiss one another, the burlier man pressing himself against the smaller body of the blonde. Zexion moaned as he felt Axel's chest suddenly against his back, pushing his body against the mirror.
"Are you enjoying the show, Zexion?" Axel spoke low in his ear. The slate-haired man nodded his head as he pushed his hips back, pleased that the redhead was just as naked as he was. He groaned low as Axel slipped inside of him, feeling his own arousal awaken once more.
"Ready, sweetheart...?" Xigbar's low baritone struck Zexion in the chest, and felt his knees grow weak at the blonde's whimpery response. "Don't forget to watch what my body can do to yours, and how good it can make you feel..."
Axel's lips caressed his neck. "Fuck, just listening to him speak is making me want to fuck your brains out, Zexy..."
"Me too," Zexion moaned, watching in silent fascination as Demyx' eyes were no longer locked on his, but were now looking downward, probably staring at their joined bodies reflection. "Oh, fuck, Axel...I wish I could see them right now...I wish I could see us..." He bucked his hips, hoping that he didn't hit the glass too hard. He didn't want the other two to know what was happening on the other side. But it seemed like they were too far gone to notice anyone but themselves, and rightfully so.
Both he and Axel matched each thrust with Demyx and Xigbar's, the four of them moving together, mirror images of each other. Zexion looked down and saw that the burlier man had wrapped his hand around Demyx' cock, and the blonde was begging him to "pull it harder!", the sounds of his begging were making Zexion's own arousal twitch. He leaned back against Axel as he felt the redhead slip deeper into his body, and let out a satisfying moan as the redhead's hand wrapped around his own arousal, matching their counterparts in the mirror. He could feel the mirror begin to vibrate as Xigbar began to slam Demyx into the glass.
"Zexion," Axel whispered in his ear, his hand wrapping tighter around his arousal. Zexion moaned loud, keeping his eyes on the two in front of him, watching as Demyx' face smashed up against the mirror, his moans piercing the slate-haired man's ear drums.
"Axel," he half-moaned, half-whispered as the redhead began to thrust against his sweet spot, making his eyes close involuntarily. He cried out louder as the redhead began to slam into that spot over and over. The low grunts of Xigbar passing through the mirror, and the loud screams of Demyx begging the Sharpshooter to fuck him harder, sent Zexion tumbling over the edge faster than he had anticipated, but welcomed his release with a shuddering moan. As Axel moaned his name low in his ear, following him with his release, Zexion looked down and saw that the blonde had begun to release as well. He watched as Xigbar milked him, almost tenderly, as Axel did the same. He felt Axel's teeth on his shoulder, and moaned low as the redhead bit him, both coming down from their orgasm together.
His eyes moved up as Demyx was pulled away from the mirror. The Sharpshooter picked the blonde up in his arms, and set him down on the bed. Xigbar covered his body with his own, the sounds of kisses and soft moans flitting through the mirror. Zexion felt Axel's arms wrap tightly around him, and was soon surrounded by Darkness, the redhead using a portal to take them back to his room. When he opened his eyes, he saw that they were laying on his bed, the redhead still holding him tightly.
"Now are you in a better mood?" Axel kissed the side of his neck, as Zexion tilted his head, offering more of it to him. "Because if you aren't after that show, then there's gotta be something wrong with you."
Chuckling softly, Zexion moved closer to his lover. "No, there's nothing wrong with me. And yes, I do believe I feel a lot better than I did when you saw me in the library."
"How long do you think those two have been going at it?"
"I have no idea." Zexion shrugged his shoulders. He turned over, grunting a little as the redhead slipped out of him. He stared into his lover's emerald eyes and smirked. "Why? You want a piece of him?"
"Of who? Dem? Nah, I've got you." Axel wrapped his arms tightly around him. "You're the only one that I need, my sexy Zexy. You should know that by now."
A smile appeared on the slate-haired man's face. "Well, I guess sometimes I need reminding."
"Oh, really? I think that I may just have to remind you more often, hmm?" The redhead licked the side of Zexion's face, leaving a trail of spit behind.
"AXEL!" Zexion shook his head, wiping the spit from his face. "What the hell was that?" He laughed, still surprised by the redhead's move.
"What? You don't like that? Fine, see if I use my tongue on you again."
"Gah, that isn't what I meant!"
"I know. I'm just being a pain."
"You don't say."