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Xemnas was a selfish lover.
Saïx lie face down, cheek pressed mostly into the mattress of his master’s four poster, white bed. The massive thing was big enough for three of him with space to spare. There was no need for a Nobody to have such an ostentatiously large bed, elaborate in its insignia crested headboard made of the same strange white stone that comprised of most of the castle, and the sheer curtains draping from the canopy above provided little protection against the draft of the window all their rooms share. But it was more than what any of the members of the Organization would ever need in their relatively short lives.
He was the Superior, so he got what he wanted, Saïx surmised. And whatever he wanted he got with a flourish and bordering obnoxious grandeur.
All these carefully planned months, lead to this.
When he and Lea… no, Axel planned to betray the Organization, to get answers on the girl they knew was Xemnas’ responsibility, Saïx was sure his friend hadn’t planned for this. It was juvenile really. Axel in his emotionally stunted optimism suggested all the ways that would surely gain Xemnas’ attention. Talk to him more, try to be helpful, but their lord and master wasn’t a popular girl at their local school. He wouldn’t just accidently brush his shoulder in a hallway and put on a cute show of apologizing.
Most of the members kept a ten foot berth of him at all times, brushing into him would probably result in the perpetrator turned into a burn stain on the bright white floors.
Not having a heart made the endeavor easier to bare, as he took an approach that seemed fitting for a man of his demeanor.
He liked to control.
It was so easy to see that if there was any consistency to how he regarded them, it was that he always looked down. There were only two members of their Organization who could physically do so, and the taller of the two kept his head bowed as though meeting his gaze head on would result in a permanent injury.
No, he couldn’t be “cute” with a man like Xemnas.
Saïx started staring, something harmless but otherwise eye catching. When Xemnas looked his way back, he’d blink, keeping his expression secured in a step above cold indifference that just toed the line of insubordination before looking away.
Xemnas started staring back.
Days would go by where he wouldn’t see the man, as he was locked away in his private lab to which he had many, emerging to grandly announce developments on his plans in the Round Room or even more rare, the Grey Area. The castle was his to command after all, and if he wanted a lounge, a lounge he would make.
At Saïx’s request anyway.
He never made it seem as though he was asking personally- making it about what others said, never questioning a thing and reciting what he’d heard as though it were a part of his report. Xemnas seemed to like that about him.
Saïx thought it was laughably simple to garner more of his attention after that. They’d begin picking up new members, this time a loud, lazy, lay about that bellyached about not having a place to sit, and couches were made. A gambling addict that would not stop speaking in insufferable card game puns, to which Saïx made the move first to recommend tables.
Xemnas seemed to be incapable of comprehending that as beings of flesh and blood, they still needed more to live with, something he didn’t point out directly, but Xemnas had his ear at least. For all he knew the man stood in a plain white room all day staring at nothing and was somehow just fine.
“Lord Xemnas.” Saïx bowed with his neck, closing his eyes and slowly opened them, raking the gold-amber gaze out the window. Xemnas began entering the Grey Area more frequently, like a master come to check on his pets. Plants perhaps, as he gave them what they needed, and went back to completely ignoring them.
“How are the missions proceeding?” He asked, overlooking the almost empty space. Xigbar was talking to the stray they’d picked up, a moogle. He still wasn’t sure what compelled Xemnas to allow it to stay but he wasn’t complaining.
“At a good pace. However…” Saïx had his neck tilted at an angle, and turned his head back to find the other staring.
Good. Good.
He made no motion to let him continue, but Saïx had gotten better at reading his mood and intentions even when all he did was blink once with that blank expression.
“There still appears to be some… discourse over living arrangements. It seems our elder members seem to have a memory of longing for their human accommodations.” Saïx droned. He, just as most of the others, had come from a radiant and beautiful world of flowers. A bastion of light and wonder. The lack of color didn’t bother him, but he’d take anything that could play on the man’s sentimentality or whatever scraps of memory there was to use against him. Being a loyal pet alone wouldn’t be enough to make the cut.
“Ah…” Xemnas looked to the corners of the room and raised his hands, palms emitting a white light. Instantly the space he’d aimed at flashed, and platforms with vases of stone flowers appeared. Saïx resisted the urge to slam his face into his palm and nodded.
“Excellent idea sir. As for the missions for this upcoming several days.” Saïx knew he didn’t need to bend at the waist as he did when picking up several papers from the coffee tables, but he did anyway.
A particularly hard thrust inside of him snapped Saïx back to the present, the ache of his new scar long since subsided, but it stilled pulled at his skin as he grit his teeth and took it.
Facing the headboard, Saïx oh so dearly wished that the man didn’t have such incredible endurance or power. Naked, sweating, and red in the face, Saïx remained mostly flaccid as he allowed his superior to take and take from him, giving nothing as he lay at an uncomfortable angle chest down, and his strong but lithe legs supported him at the knees. His arms were crossed in front of him, providing little cushioning even when pressing his face out of the sheets.
This was so tedious, boring and most of all it hurt.
He’d prepped himself daily over the course of the week, trying to bolster himself to finally make a move after the fourth month of his poking and prodding.
It was all thanks to him that the castle had a proper library, kitchen stocked with plenty of appliances, showers that practically made a bath house, and bathrooms actually attached to each of their bedrooms.
It was hard work, but mostly trying of his patience.
Lea- Axel took notice, of course. He asked too many questions Saïx did not want to answer. He never told him about the way he would rake his eyes to the exposed dark skin at his neck and quickly turn away. He would never tell him the way he’d brush lengthy, growing hair behind his ears, letting his earrings catch the light and look wistfully out in the distance as though he actually had something on his mind.
He would never in his nobody life explain how he got that scar on his face no matter how many times he shouted in his face about it.
The red of the Ethereal Blades was burned into his eyes just as it burned into his skin. Like a surgeon, Xemnas was careful in his craft and left a very visible mark just for him to admire on his features.
Saïx panted at all the right times, trying, pretending to play his role. The pain, the dizziness, the urge to vomit.
Back and forth his vision swirled between having Xemnas disfigure him for life and his current abuse of his behind.
His fingers gripped the white sheets, twisting them into swirls that caught at the mattress. He could still feel the blood in his eyes, and the nausea of blinding agony of heat catching the bridge of his nose. He was so sure he’d pass out, but held firm. It had been his gloved palms taking the abuse, this time it was the near tearing of fabric beneath him.
His movements were too fast, too erratic, and while Saïx wasn’t completely ignorant on sex, he felt like Xemnas was the real virgin between them. Powerful, strong palms gripped his waist and dragged him back, and Saïx lifted his ass somewhat higher for a less than internal brutalizing angle, groaning as he did so.
His expression was blank until taking in the deepest breath, and turning his head.
“Lord Xemnas.” His husky voice echoed off the always blindingly white walls. It stung at his eyes and he wished the inside could be as dim and depressing as the outside.
Xemnas was not looking at him, eyes closed as he blindly reached out to snatch at Saïx’ hair, causing him to hiss with a new kind of pain. Eyes watering, he masked his cry with a high pitched whine that sounded fake even to his ears, but it worked wonders for the other who took his other hand to pull his wrist back, yanking him in an even more unappealing position.
Had he not braced himself in time he was sure he’d snap his spine!
Amber-gold eyes half lidded, Saïx opened his mouth and drew exaggerated long breaths. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything, and yet, there was disdain, disappointment and disgust rolling off of him in waves.
The both of them covered the sheets in sweat, and had Saïx not had the sense to invest in a gel lubricant, there would be blood on top of that.
The giant bed shook with the force of Xemnas finally opening his eyes, meeting Saïx’ as something overtook him. Either it was lust or the need to possess yet another object, it hardly mattered. Saïx was pushed completely face down, finding it immediately difficult to breathe. His lower half was repositioned, his pelvis uncomfortable without a pillow underneath to help as he was laid completely flat.
Xemnas’ body was warm and all encompassing as he pressed himself flush to Saïx’ back, grinding himself deep inside of him from behind.
Saïx could only hear his own breathing and Xemnas’ as one arm covered his left ear, and his hot lips sucked on the right.
In and out, the sensation of being fucked in a way that gave absolutely no pleasure to himself made Saïx mask another groan of pain with something obscene. He could feel the flesh body heart of his master thrum against him, but it was hardly an indicator as to what was going on in his head.
Saïx had hoped he could get away with little things that he’d seen men and women do on the street. Longing gazes, quiet exchanges in alleyways. Not this.
He’d read books on this sort of thing, how the leading lady in spy fiction would seduce her way to the evil master. But there was always a jump in between her facing an adversary, and the morning after. The more he read, the more he found out.
He really fucked around and found out.
Xemnas dragged himself up, slamming into him with all of the intention of breaking his waist and panted in the air, breathing becoming uneven and cut off. It was all Saïx got as he felt one long, final thrust and something hot and wet dribble out of him from the force.
Finally, Xemnas stilled, palms on both sides of Saïx’ shoulders as he heaved above him, seemingly the most out of breath he’d ever been in his life.
Slipping out of him, Saïx held in his grumbling at the sensation of more hot, wet semen dribbling onto his balls and slightly irritated dick, the stimulation itself bringing him out of complete softness but his mind stayed rooted in the present.
The cotton sheets beneath them were pleasant, not so much the friction.
Beside him, Xemnas collapsed onto his back, eyes closed once more, as he allowed himself to lay undignified. Arms spread, chest rising and falling, Saïx had the strongest urge to summon his weapon and slam it down where the other remained.
Instead, he put on a smile that wouldn’t twitch at the corners of his mouth and slid calloused yet delicate fingers down his bronze pecs and whispered.
“That was wonderful Lord Xemnas.”
That’s what the women in the spy books he read would probably say.
Each kiss from his neck to his stomach was to keep the way his smile fell from showing lest his target open his eyes at any second.
Xemnas did look at him, finally, and brought the back of his hand to caress the shape of the cross shape burned into his face. Saïx couldn’t read his expression, but there was something about it that was loud and clear.
He was in.