Fanfic: Welcome Distractions (Vexen/Saix)
Title: Welcome Distractions
Pairing: Vexen/Saix
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slightly kinky, slightly rough, rimming, buttsex, and over six thousand words.
Word Count: 6067
Author's notes: Concrit, nitpicks, and feedback appreciated. This is set sometime after a story with actual plot that I should have been working on instead of writing this, which explains how these two ended up shagging. This is entirely gratuitous, but since it's now the last day of month seven, I thought I'd get it finished and posted.
It was the fingers in his hair that caught his attention. His interim report lay in front of him, incomplete and really needing his concentration, but fingers at his temple, grazing gently back into his hair, claimed his notice in a far more pleasant way.
"It isn't good for you to struggle with paperwork all night. You should rest." Saïx was always soft-spoken. He never threatened or harried, he never raised his voice in order to get his point across. He never needed to; the fact that he was Saïx was enough for those that already understood, and for those that didn't understand, ignorance would be a short term state of bliss if they tried to resist him.
Vexen put his pen down, flexing his hand slowly to work out the beginnings of a cramp. "It needs to be done." Even though Saïx's other hand on his shoulder was pleasantly caressing, tempting him with the unspoken offer of a massage. Perhaps it was because of the inherent brutality of the other half of Saïx's nature that he was always so gently attentive, reined in and internally caged so that only the soft-spoken and carefully tender touches were permitted to escape.
Saïx stroked Vexen's hair back behind his ear with his fingertips, leaning in so much closer as his hand continued its course, trailing down along Vexen's neck. His breath tickled against Vexen's ear as he spoke, "Then at least take a break," Saïx would never directly contradict Vexen, even when he was pressing his suit in such a way, "and return to it later."
Vexen couldn't quite help but grit his teeth. Saïx knew enough of Vexen's weak spots to win a battle of wills with him even when Vexen didn't really want to lose. Truth be told, Saïx was fast becoming one of Vexen's weak spots, and Saïx knew it and displayed no qualms about exploiting it. He was attractive, and powerful, and horribly persuasive. When looks and touches weren't enough to bring Vexen around to Saïx's way, he would instead resort to low growls and firmer contact. The strongest weapon Saïx held over Vexen was his tendency to call him 'master' when no one else was around.
In all the worlds and all his existence, nothing had ever sent a bigger thrill down Vexen's spine than being called master by a creature more than capable of tearing him in half with bare hands. Saïx was beautiful, and vicious, and strong, but also respectful and in his own words, he needed someone to hold in regard above himself. For that he had chosen Vexen. He said he had his reasons, but he never said what those reasons were. Vexen wasn't entirely sure he wished to know, in case it spoiled things.
Saïx leaned down closer, his lips brushing the top of Vexen's ear. His voice was a murmur, when it came, and the hand that had rested for a moment on Vexen's neck began to trail slowly down and onto his chest. "A few hours will not make that much difference."
Vexen smirked slightly. He wasn't sure whether Saïx was merely an optimist or a bad judge when it came to the passage of time, but 'a few hours' was more than slightly on the generous side for what he seemed to intend. "You can't be sure of that," playing hard to get was often worth the reward, "I happen to be working to a deadline." It was true enough, although he had, really, given himself enough time to complete the report and then some. If it appeared to Xemnas that Vexen was making good progress paired with Saïx, as much as Saïx's presence was unappreciated - as far as Xemnas was ever going to know - then they would likely be sent on more missions together in the future.
For that reason, and to that end, the report had to be carefully crafted, demonstrating at one and the same time that Vexen did not appreciate being babysat by a neophyte, whom he despised on principle, yet who had been extremely useful, if not necessary for the success of the mission, and on the whole giving the impression that this mission would not be completed without Saïx's presence, and that Vexen knew that, was irked by it, and hence, underplayed it in the report. It was a task that required all of Vexen's subtlety and cunning, which would make the eventual payoff all the sweeter.
Saïx gave a soft murmur as he considered this, his lips pressed together and barely touching the top of Vexen's ear. "You won't miss the deadline," Vexen felt Saïx's lips move as he smiled softly, "I have faith in you, master."
Vexen closed his eyes, a smirk still playing across his lips. They both knew that Vexen was going to give in, of course. It would be less interesting for both of them if Saïx lost, after all. It was merely the principle of the thing. If Saïx wanted Vexen to put his work at risk, then Saïx was going to have to offer something in return. "Why risk it?" he replied, suppressing the tiny shiver that tried to run up his spine as Saïx played the tip of his own hot tongue against the outer rim of Vexen's ear.
When Saïx pressed his mouth against Vexen's ear and rumbled softly, "I will make it worth the risk," Vexen conceded game over, although who had won he couldn't really tell. He signalled his assent with a nod, leaning his head back where it came to rest against Saïx's shoulder. Saïx brought his hand around, unfastening the clasp of the chain around Vexen's throat and then sliding the zip of his uniform down, painstakingly slowly. The mouth at Vexen's ear murmured something that may have been thanks as Saïx's hand slid inside his coat, dipping low only to rise again with curled fingers, dragging sharp claws slowly and lightly over Vexen's stomach and chest.
His breath would have hitched had Vexen not been prepared for it. It was a test, in many ways. Vexen enjoyed the more animalistic side to Saïx, it was at once intriguing and somewhat thrilling to know that so much power and unrestrainable violence was such a thin veneer of civility away, and by letting such tiny fleeting glimpses of that nature be seen Saïx was testing not only his own control over it, but Vexen's ability to withstand it. There were boundaries with Saïx, some of which could be crossed, some fudged, and some that Saïx guarded with such rigidity that Vexen got the impression that even his knowing of their existence was perhaps more than Saïx was comfortable with.
Apparently satisfied with Vexen's reaction, Saïx withdrew his hand from inside Vexen's coat and ran it over Vexen's shoulder and down his arm, curling fingers around Vexen's hand. Saïx's other hand looped under Vexen's other arm, bracing across his chest. Bending down further to plant a gentle, warm kiss against the side of Vexen's throat, Saïx gently urged him to stand.
Vexen complied, content to allow Saïx the freedom to do as suited him. In Vexen's experience, Saïx had always been eager to please. It had been something Vexen had originally sneered at him for, particularly in the early days of this mission, but time and a change in their attitudes to each other had slowly changed Vexen's mind. Saïx's desire to please those he considered to have authority over him certainly had its benefits, and Vexen was silently confident that Saïx would keep his word about making the interruption worth his while.
The height difference between them, when they were both standing, had been the subject of more sneering, and Vexen's assertion that Saïx was only a berserker because whatever power had given them their various affinities when they became Nobodies had an interesting take on 'angry short person syndrome', which Saïx obviously had in spades. Saïx had calmly, and showing great restraint, explained the difference between rage and anger, and how one was an emotion and the other a state of mind. It had been the first real clue Vexen had that Saïx may not have been as much of a simple minded puppy as he may appear, although it had taken time and a few larger clues for Vexen to really re-evaluate his initial belief on that matter.
With Vexen standing, Saïx slid the chair aside with his foot and unzipped Vexen's robes the rest of the way, pressed close to Vexen's back as his hands worked. Once the robes were hanging open, his hands progressed slowly up Vexen's sides, stroking hot, calloused fingers over bony hips and ribs that suggested too many skipped meals in the past. Compared to Saïx, who seemed to consist entirely of pale, toned, taut muscle, Vexen was self consciously aware of his own inadequacies in the appearances department. Saïx, however, seemed to care little and made sure never to neglect any part of Vexen's body, paying particular mind to those areas that tested Vexen's self control to breaking point.
As Saïx's hands worked their way up to push Vexen's uniform off his shoulders, Vexen held his breath. There was something dreadfully comforting in the way Saïx behaved during these moments, and yet it was also very slightly infuriating. Saïx was soothing, and tender, his Other had obviously been an attentive lover and Saïx had carried that behaviour over into his existence as a Nobody. He treated Vexen as though he were something fragile, and precious, which was intensely flattering and went some considerable way towards putting him at his ease, despite his numerous shortcomings, but it also made Vexen wonder if Saïx behaved that way because he thought Vexen could not stand anything more. As enjoyable as the slow, soft way Saïx handled him was, Vexen longed to experience the harsher, less controlled side. After all, what was the point in having sex with a berserker if all the animal passion was kept in check?
His coat dropped to the floor and Saïx curled an arm over Vexen's waist, spreading his fingers and placing them delicately on Vexen's stomach, his other hand rising up to brush Vexen's hair aside, to drape over one shoulder. There was a soft murmur from Saïx as he pressed his lips to Vexen's spine, following it down slowly, paying careful attention to ensure he didn't miss a single vertebra.
Saïx was a fan of foreplay. Vexen hadn't understood the point for a long time, until Saïx had shown him the difference it made. It wasn't that sex without foreplay was less enjoyable, it was that sex with it, with Saïx, made every single one of Vexen's nerves react, rather than just select groups. Still, some of the things Saïx did confused Vexen. He still didn't see the point in kissing, for example, and although Saïx had attempted to explain it, complete with demonstration, Vexen still didn't understand it. It wasn't that it was unpleasant, it was about as pleasant as any of the other tricks and techniques Saïx employed during foreplay, but it also wasn't anything special. Saïx had accused Vexen of being too analytical, but he had also stopped kissing Vexen in a way that required Vexen to reciprocate. Vexen couldn't say he missed it, much.
"Saïx." Vexen aimed to sound commanding and aloof. Saïx had dropped to his knees behind him, pressing his tongue against Vexen's spine and teasing just inside his waistband, his hands sliding down from Vexen's stomach and onto his thighs. As Vexen spoke, Saïx's fingers curled towards the insides of Vexen's thighs, making tiny but noticeable movements upwards, testing Vexen's self control again.
Saïx didn't pull his mouth away when he replied, "Master?" Vexen could feel the lips moving against his skin, and the warm, steady exhalation of breath from Saïx's nose and mouth.
Vexen glanced to the corner of his eyes, to where Saïx's arms came around his body. "I won't break."
There was a pause that seemed to take forever. Saïx didn't move, his breath remained steady against Vexen's back, and then, eventually, "No. Master."
The tone wasn't one of agreement, and the words could mean anything. Vexen sighed very softly. "You don't have to be that gentle," at the very least, he could treat Vexen as though he didn't consider him to be made of porcelain.
There was another, shorter pause as Saïx breathed against Vexen's flesh before he answered, "If you are sure."
There was, from Saïx, what Vexen had come to recognise as an unspoken request for confirmation in that phrase, and he responded to it. "I know my limitations." Vexen wouldn't hesitate to call Saïx to stop if he got hurt, but some small degree of pain, like when Saïx scraped his claws against him, Vexen had found to be rather enjoyable.
Saïx bowed his head, Vexen had to suppress another shiver as stray hairs tickled across his back with the movement. "Yes, master."
He sounded happier, as much as that could be the right word for a Nobody, and Vexen found himself nodding too. "You may continue."
"Yes, master," Saïx growled, softly, a low rumble of a response.
Vexen contained the sigh that wanted to escape as Saïx pressed his tongue broadside against his spine and dragged it upwards, following the line he'd marked out with the kisses. Saïx persisted in being more gentle than Vexen would like, but it would be a shame to stop the proceedings now in favour of discussing the matter. Saïx had promised to make the interruption worthwhile, after all, and getting into the subject of his partner's berserker nature, and related capabilities, was not exactly what Vexen had in mind.
When Saïx dug his nails into Vexen's chest, Vexen was taken rather by surprise. They dragged over his skin, leaving long white lines that quickly flushed bright red. Vexen bit his lip, tilting his head back just slightly, caught out. He didn't think Saïx had listened, but this was much more like it.
Warm lips pressed against Vexen's hip as Saïx's fingers drew thin welts onto his stomach. One hand retreated around to the opposite hip as Vexen felt Saïx shift to stand behind him. With a suddenness that nearly made Vexen gasp he was yanked backwards, squeezed against Saïx, the fingers on his hip curling sharply.
When Saïx spoke it was in a more threatening growl than the soft rumbling Vexen was used to. His voice threatening a snarl at any moment, Saïx brought his other hand up to grasp Vexen's throat, turning Vexen's head so that one side was exposed, "Is this what you want?" Saïx's breath gusted hot and damp against Vexen's skin, "Is this what you would invite into your bed?"
Vexen didn't get a chance to answer before Saïx bit, hard and brutal, on his exposed shoulder. Vexen knew there would be a mark, he could feel Saïx's teeth clamping down, and for the first time, Vexen realised just how sharp Saïx's teeth really were. For a moment, he wondered if any of this had ever been such a good idea, and then, just as quickly as he has had bitten down, Saïx released him and lapped at the mark he'd left in a long, slow movement. He'd made sure not to break the skin.
Vexen contained the smirk that wished to cross his lips. This was precisely what he'd wanted, to have the power of the berserker visible, tangible, but leashed; a threat that seemed so very real but that was still safe. "Yes," he answered, swallowing as Saïx dug his nails into the soft flesh of his throat at the answer, " and you will call me 'master'."
Vexen could almost hear Saïx smirking behind him, his nails, his claws digging in just a little bit harder for a moment. "Will I?"
Vexen raised an eyebrow. If he was honest, he'd never had to discipline Saïx in order to get him to acknowledge him as his master, it had just been something they did. Now Saïx wasn't doing it automatically, Vexen was wrong footed. "Yes, you will," Vexen rather hoped his voice wasn't as laced with surprise as it sounded to him.
Those claws dragged down his throat as Saïx whirled around him with more grace and speed than Vexen had ever realised he possessed. Despite Saïx being shorter, despite the fact that he had to stand on tip-toes to kiss Vexen, with his eyes seeming brighter than normal, and his teeth a little sharper, Saïx was horribly intimidating. He smirked in a way that flashed his canines, holding his gaze eerily steady with Vexen's, so that Vexen found himself wanting to look from one eye to the other. "Make me," he growled, darting one hand up onto Vexen's chest, and slowly, methodically, painfully dragging his fingernails down, deliberately passing one claw directly over Vexen's nipple while scrutinising his expression.
Vexen's breath hitched in his throat. Saïx had changed the rules, Vexen realised, he wouldn't be submitted to without question, to be master to a berserker, you had to prove you were worth it. Saïx had said he accepted Vexen as such, but up until now, Vexen had never had to prove that he was worthy of the title. There had always been the little tests and surprises, but now, he knew, they would actually matter.
Vexen looked down, holding Saïx's gaze as steadily as his own was being held, clenching his jaw when Saïx circled his sharp fingernail around the outer edge of Vexen's nipple. "You will not get the better of me like that," he sneered, feeling the hair on his arms rise, goosebumps forming as he held his ground.
Saïx's eyes flashed, literally, a blink of iris-less glow that was gone as soon as it was noticed. He curled an arm around Vexen's back and dragged a single fingernail down the contour of Vexen's spine. "I shall be the judge of that."
One quick movement had Vexen spun around and backed against his desk, the edge of the wood impacting hard against the back of his thighs. It would bruise by morning, but Vexen's first concern was that his report didn't become a casualty. Saïx continued to push him back, tipping him ungracefully onto his own desk, but Vexen resisted long enough to sweep his report to the side; it was safer on the floor than on the desk, at the moment, and then Vexen collapsed backwards as Saïx hooked his foot around the back of Vexen's ankle, sweeping his foot outwards and unbalancing him.
There was a smack as Vexen landed on the table, his pen digging painfully into his back as Saïx continued to push him down, pinning him and leaning over with a fanged grin. Saïx pushed close, standing between Vexen's legs, giving one deliberately lewd movement of his hips. Vexen tried to push himself up with his hands, wanting to remove the pen that was digging into his ribs, but Saïx growled at him forcefully, gripping his wrists and holding them fast against the desk. "You don't get away that easily…"
Vexen no longer knew how much of this was a test. Saïx had never been like this before, he'd never been forceful, he'd never been threatening. In every previous encounter Saïx had been restrained and tender, but this… It sent thrills down Vexen's spine, being forced onto his back and hearing the danger in Saïx's voice was so much better in reality than he'd imagined. And yet, the uncertainty and the lack of control was unsettling for him. If Saïx went too far for his own control, Vexen wouldn't know, and would be helpless. He couldn't know for sure that if he said 'stop' Saïx would be in any way inclined to listen. He would have to trust Saïx to know the boundaries, to know the difference between being told something by an unproven master, and told something by a partner who wanted to change his mind.
His train of thought was interrupted when Saïx leaned down over his chest and took one nipple into his mouth, teasing at it with a hot tongue and sharp teeth. Vexen nearly jerked away, half expecting another vicious bite to what Saïx knew was an area with a low pain tolerance, but the bite never came. Instead, Saïx swept his mouth upwards, towards Vexen's throat, pushing his hips into Vexen's with the movement, and then biting his adam's apple.
It was a strange sensation. It felt as though he should have difficulty breathing, and that Saïx was biting extremely hard, but at the same time, he could tell there wasn't actually much pressure being applied, and his breathing was mostly unaffected. When Saïx let go, he trailed his tongue over Vexen's throat, and then travelled back down the centre line of his body. Vexen stopped himself from sighing in the memory of relief.
It was only when Saïx's hand slipped inside his trousers that Vexen realised his hands had been released. His hips twitched faintly upwards as Saïx's fingers found their way into his underwear, warm, calloused fingertips sliding down and curling around, before retreating painstakingly slowly. Saïx caught Vexen in a narrow-eyed gaze and flashed his teeth, "I thought you said I wouldn't get the better of you?"
Vexen sneered, even though he had rather liked the contact, "You haven't yet, and you won't if you keep this up."
"Oh?" Saïx could look so infuriatingly in control when he wanted. "I'd certainly call this," he pushed his hips forward again in demonstration, "better."
Vexen nearly bit his tongue. Saïx had an uncanny knack of knowing just how to phrase something that would have made Vexen, prior to losing his heart, blush horrendously. Sometimes, that tried to come through even now, but this time, Vexen had been expecting it. He pushed his hips upwards in retaliation, smirking at the way Saïx gave the tiniest of movements into it, "You're at least as pleased as me," he rolled his hips against Saïx's again to test, "if not more so."
Saïx twitched his head to one side, smiling knowingly, "I'd hardly waste my time on you if I wasn't being pleased."
"Then stop talking and get on with it," Vexen snorted.
Saïx grinned in response, pressing himself low over Vexen and murmuring, "You want it that badly?"
Vexen smirked, bringing one hand up and gripping Saïx's chin, using the other to blindly find the chain on Saïx's coat and unfasten it. "A good master," he retorted, "makes sure to keep his subject happy," his fingers found the zip and forced it down, keeping Saïx in place with the hand holding his jaw, "that is all." He let go again, leaving Saïx's coat dangling half open, revealing the pale, hard flesh underneath, "Don't overestimate yourself."
Saïx dipped low, scraping his teeth over Vexen's chest, shrugging his coat off with one smooth movement. Vexen never tired of looking at Saïx. He'd watched him once, as he swung the claymore around, passing it from hand to hand in a graceful dance, his leather jacket sacrificed in the heat of Agrabah's sun. He was entrancing to watch, the power stored in those muscles made Vexen's mouth go dry.
Saïx undid the button on Vexen's trousers by hand, but did the rest of the work with his mouth, taking the zip in his teeth and easing it down, a low growl sending faint vibrations through the material. Vexen took the opportunity to remove the pen from under his back. He watched as Saïx slid his hands into his clothing, easing his trousers and underwear down, leaving them bunched around Vexen's knees. He felt the tickle of Saïx's hair against his bare legs but managed to resist jumping when Saïx bit his inner thigh, Saïx's breath gusting coolly against Vexen's sensitive flesh.
"Perhaps," Saïx growled, running his fingernails harshly up the insides of Vexen's thighs, "you are doing better than I expected."
Vexen smirked, "You shouldn't underestimate me, either." It took a lot of Vexen's control not to buck into the movement. As controlled and unflustered as he managed to appear, Vexen lacked Saïx's stamina, and Saïx had a tendency to test Vexen's limits to breaking point.
Saïx slid up Vexen's body, his tongue trailing delicately with the movement so that Vexen had to close his eyes. Saïx was tormenting him now, but Vexen refused to lose so easily. "We'll see," he grinned, before latching his teeth onto Vexen's collarbone, his hands slipping under Vexen's back as he rocked his hips against Vexen's, making him give the smallest of lurches upwards. Vexen curled his fist into Saïx's hair as the berserker lifted him up, pulling him off and away from the table. He couldn't walk, his movement hindered by the trousers still gathered around his knees, so he stumbled, his weight supported by Saïx, towards one of the twin beds.
Saïx dropped him, letting go suddenly and allowing Vexen to fall backwards onto the bed, where he bounced. It hadn't been a long drop, fortunately, or Vexen would have been left with a handful of long blue hair that was no longer connected to its owner. As it was, he kept hold, pulling Saïx down by it perhaps a little harder than necessary. Saïx flashed his fangs and then climbed over Vexen, bending down to give a quick bite to his neck.
Claws raked down Vexen's sides as Saïx shifted down and Vexen let go of his hair. He scraped his teeth along Vexen's chest, flicking his tongue out to meet Vexen's nipple before scratching his teeth over it. Vexen managed not to flinch, though with difficulty. He was very rapidly becoming more and more sensitive, and it was growing harder to retain his composure through Saïx's teasing.
Saïx stepped back, off the bed, kneeling down as he trailed the hard pads of his fingers over Vexen's hips and thighs. Vexen lifted his head to watch, warily, as Saïx pulled off Vexen's boots and stripped him, leaving him completely exposed. Shuffling back, up the bed, on his elbows, Vexen watched Saïx curl a hand around his ankle, digging the nails in to the flesh and then releasing again, before placing his tongue against the red crescents, keeping eye contact as he lapped the marks.
He slid with eerie grace back up along Vexen's thighs, then, his fingers still curled and scraping up the inside of Vexen's leg. He graced the tip of his tongue against the hollow of Vexen's hips, trying to make Vexen twitch, wanting more. Vexen resisted. It wasn't until Saïx curled his hand around the top of Vexen's erection, cupping it gently in a warm hand and holding it against Saïx's own stomach as he shifted further upwards that Vexen was forced to bite the inside of his cheek to stay quiet.
It was cheating, Vexen considered, and Saïx probably knew it. Vexen, however, was better than that, he wasn't about to lose without a fight. He caught Saïx's eye again, looking at him sternly, and brought his hands up to brush over Saïx's chest, leaving a trail of glittering frost in the wake of his fingertips, making sure to have the temperature especially sharp across the more sensitive areas.
Saïx gasped, rearing back slightly, taken by surprise. The frost melted into frigid water, which quickly evaporated with the warmth of Saïx's skin. Vexen smirked, Saïx had given in first. He cupped his hand against Saïx's cheek, letting another thin layer of frost form beneath his fingers, "You whimper like a little girl."
Saïx flexed his fingers against Vexen's chest, dragging his nails along the skin but not pressing into it, "I will make you do worse," he growled, his voice heavy with threat and promise.
Vexen raised a confident eyebrow of question, about to reply with a casual "you sound sure" when Saïx hooked his hand under Vexen's knee and used it to lever him onto his front. With no choice but to roll over, Vexen frowned, wondering what in the worlds Saïx was planning.
Claws dragged luxuriously slowly down his back as Vexen raised up on his elbows, glancing over his shoulder at Saïx. Saïx bent low over Vexen's back, his long hair skittering over Vexen's skin as he shifted down, Saïx hands sliding onto his hips.
A sharp ache in the side of his neck warned Vexen that he was trying to twist too far and he turned his head back, wrenching his eyes away from Saïx. He wanted to get up, to roll back over and see what the berserker was planning, but the hands on his hips were gripping firmly, and there was no way Vexen could escape the grip.
Saïx dipped low, and Vexen's mouth opened in surprise, his breath halting in his throat for a moment. That was… Interesting. His fingers curled into the bed sheets as Saïx passed over him again, cool breath and warm tongue moving with all the delicacy Saïx possessed, contrasting with the fingernails which were curled into his hips, holding him still. Vexen dropped his head forward, biting his lip and resting his forehead on the pillow.
When Saïx pushed his tongue in a little, Vexen's head rose off the pillow once more. This was most certainly an experience to repeat. It was only when Vexen was about to murmur a request for a little more, for Saïx to push in again, that he remembered what Saïx had said. Vexen was not going to whimper like a little girl, no matter what Saïx tried. He bit his lip again, burying his face into the pillow, clenching the bedding in desperate fists as he forced himself to stay quiet. He hoped, as good as it was, that Saïx wouldn't keep it up for long, because Vexen didn't know how much longer he'd be able to endure this treatment silently.
It seemed like an age passed, Vexen's hands and jaw aching from being so tightly clenched, before Saïx finally stopped, trailing his tongue all the way up Vexen's back and to his shoulder, where he bit, rather gently, and growled down Vexen's ear. Vexen fought to resist the urge to complain at the loss of contact, finding himself to be horribly sensitive and needy. When Saïx clambered off him and made a start on unfastening his trousers, Vexen rose up on his elbows again and shifted to the edge of the bed, thrusting one arm underneath and fishing blindly for the lubricant.
"You're not as good as you think you are," he sneered at Saïx, hiding his impatience with scorn as he threw the errant lubricant to the berserker, "but get on with it, I have work to do."
Saïx frowned, easily catching the lubricant with one hand, but said nothing in response. Vexen rearranged the pillows so he'd be more comfortable and lay back down again, trying hard not to think about how long Saïx was taking. When the weight shifted on the bed, and Saïx's hands, cooler than normal and slightly slippery, curled over his hips once more, Vexen couldn't help but huff, "About time."
Saïx growled viciously, bending low over Vexen's back and pulling him into a better position, "Quiet." Vexen would have responded, but at that moment Saïx pushed inside him, making him draw breath sharply with the surprise.
Saïx placed a soft kiss between Vexen's shoulder blades in apology, giving him the time he needed to adjust himself. Vexen, for his part, closed his eyes, settling onto the pillows, relaxing his muscles as much as he possibly could. Once he was comfortable, he gave the barest of nods to let Saïx know he was okay.
Saïx withdrew again, pulling back most of the way before pushing back, forwards and down. It tended to be hit and miss whether he found the right spot, the one that made Vexen dig his face into the pillow and his toes point and flex, but for that reason alone it was always worth finding. Vexen tended to be much more amiable afterwards, if only for an hour, and a lot more bearable to be around all the time.
Saïx moved inside Vexen with more force than normal, with more speed, and more urgency. His sense of rhythm was as perfect as ever, but this was more animal, wilder and more brutal. When Saïx hit the right part inside him, Vexen grit his teeth, clenching the edges of the pillow so tightly in his hands that it might tear. He grasped the pillow in his teeth as Saïx continued, needing to bite down on something in order to gag himself. He no longer cared about beating Saïx in this battle of wills, but any noise he made now would come out as a desperate keening, and Vexen had too much pride for that.
He barely registered the hand leaving his hip, but when it curled around him, gripping him with warm, calloused, slippery flesh and then moving with Saïx's rhythm, it was difficult to ignore. He pressed his face hard into the pillow as he came, half-suffocating himself to avoid crying out. Saïx continued to move inside him, sending spasms through over-stimulated flesh.
Saïx's hand crept up Vexen's stomach, the claws digging in firmly as Saïx continued to move. There was a snarl, a vicious, guttural cry erupting from Saïx's throat and making the hair on Vexen's neck stand on end. The fingernails digging into Vexen's stomach scored lines downwards, making Vexen yelp into the pillow at the pain, and then Saïx went still.
Vexen pulled his face out of the pillow, hissing softly at the pain down his stomach, listening to Saïx's heavy breathing. He flinched slightly when Saïx carefully pulled back, and then collapsed on his side next to Vexen. Vexen rolled over and looked at him.
His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy. The scar that crossed between Saïx's eyes looked red, and angry. Vexen reached a hand out and brushed blue hair behind a pointed ear for a better look. Saïx's eyes snapped open and Vexen regarded him critically. He thought he'd heard something, just before the snarl that sent pleasant and unpleasant shivers up his spine, but he wasn't entirely sure.
"You called me master," his tone was accusing as he looked Saïx in the eye.
Saïx looked at him for a moment, and then nodded, "Yes."
Vexen smirked, rolling onto his back and finding the edge of the bed was closer than he'd thought; much further over and he'd have fallen off, "Good." He twisted his head to the side and looked at Saïx again, "Good boy, you did well."
Saïx glared at him with yellow eyes before replying, with the faintest of smirks crossing his lips, "I suppose I did make you resort to biting the pillow."
Vexen looked offended, even if it was true. Saïx brought his hand up and rubbed his fingers over one area, "It's wet," he offered, as explanation for how he could tell.
Vexen ignored this, staring up at the ceiling instead for a few moments before making a move to sit up. A move he quickly regretted as the deep, wet scratched on his stomach twinged. Vexen grit his teeth and looked down at the marks, which really were impressive. Saïx's gaze followed Vexen's and he frowned, "I didn't mean to do that."
Vexen waved Saïx's concerns away with a hand, and then poked his injuries, looking interested, "If I wanted to come out uninjured, I wouldn't be having sex with a berserker." He poked them again, just for good measure, and hissed when it inevitably hurt. "Nevertheless, there's a potion in the bathroom, if you wouldn't mind."
Saïx nodded, standing up and making his way to the small cubicle that was glorified by the title of bathroom. The hair on his legs was as blue as the hair on his head, Vexen had noticed, and it never failed to bring a smile to his face. It was rather difficult to act in a bad mood with Saïx when you knew that under his uniform, the hair in his armpits was bright blue.
"And you can pick up my report while you're there," Vexen called after him, lying back on the bed.
Pairing: Vexen/Saix
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slightly kinky, slightly rough, rimming, buttsex, and over six thousand words.
Word Count: 6067
Author's notes: Concrit, nitpicks, and feedback appreciated. This is set sometime after a story with actual plot that I should have been working on instead of writing this, which explains how these two ended up shagging. This is entirely gratuitous, but since it's now the last day of month seven, I thought I'd get it finished and posted.
It was the fingers in his hair that caught his attention. His interim report lay in front of him, incomplete and really needing his concentration, but fingers at his temple, grazing gently back into his hair, claimed his notice in a far more pleasant way.
"It isn't good for you to struggle with paperwork all night. You should rest." Saïx was always soft-spoken. He never threatened or harried, he never raised his voice in order to get his point across. He never needed to; the fact that he was Saïx was enough for those that already understood, and for those that didn't understand, ignorance would be a short term state of bliss if they tried to resist him.
Vexen put his pen down, flexing his hand slowly to work out the beginnings of a cramp. "It needs to be done." Even though Saïx's other hand on his shoulder was pleasantly caressing, tempting him with the unspoken offer of a massage. Perhaps it was because of the inherent brutality of the other half of Saïx's nature that he was always so gently attentive, reined in and internally caged so that only the soft-spoken and carefully tender touches were permitted to escape.
Saïx stroked Vexen's hair back behind his ear with his fingertips, leaning in so much closer as his hand continued its course, trailing down along Vexen's neck. His breath tickled against Vexen's ear as he spoke, "Then at least take a break," Saïx would never directly contradict Vexen, even when he was pressing his suit in such a way, "and return to it later."
Vexen couldn't quite help but grit his teeth. Saïx knew enough of Vexen's weak spots to win a battle of wills with him even when Vexen didn't really want to lose. Truth be told, Saïx was fast becoming one of Vexen's weak spots, and Saïx knew it and displayed no qualms about exploiting it. He was attractive, and powerful, and horribly persuasive. When looks and touches weren't enough to bring Vexen around to Saïx's way, he would instead resort to low growls and firmer contact. The strongest weapon Saïx held over Vexen was his tendency to call him 'master' when no one else was around.
In all the worlds and all his existence, nothing had ever sent a bigger thrill down Vexen's spine than being called master by a creature more than capable of tearing him in half with bare hands. Saïx was beautiful, and vicious, and strong, but also respectful and in his own words, he needed someone to hold in regard above himself. For that he had chosen Vexen. He said he had his reasons, but he never said what those reasons were. Vexen wasn't entirely sure he wished to know, in case it spoiled things.
Saïx leaned down closer, his lips brushing the top of Vexen's ear. His voice was a murmur, when it came, and the hand that had rested for a moment on Vexen's neck began to trail slowly down and onto his chest. "A few hours will not make that much difference."
Vexen smirked slightly. He wasn't sure whether Saïx was merely an optimist or a bad judge when it came to the passage of time, but 'a few hours' was more than slightly on the generous side for what he seemed to intend. "You can't be sure of that," playing hard to get was often worth the reward, "I happen to be working to a deadline." It was true enough, although he had, really, given himself enough time to complete the report and then some. If it appeared to Xemnas that Vexen was making good progress paired with Saïx, as much as Saïx's presence was unappreciated - as far as Xemnas was ever going to know - then they would likely be sent on more missions together in the future.
For that reason, and to that end, the report had to be carefully crafted, demonstrating at one and the same time that Vexen did not appreciate being babysat by a neophyte, whom he despised on principle, yet who had been extremely useful, if not necessary for the success of the mission, and on the whole giving the impression that this mission would not be completed without Saïx's presence, and that Vexen knew that, was irked by it, and hence, underplayed it in the report. It was a task that required all of Vexen's subtlety and cunning, which would make the eventual payoff all the sweeter.
Saïx gave a soft murmur as he considered this, his lips pressed together and barely touching the top of Vexen's ear. "You won't miss the deadline," Vexen felt Saïx's lips move as he smiled softly, "I have faith in you, master."
Vexen closed his eyes, a smirk still playing across his lips. They both knew that Vexen was going to give in, of course. It would be less interesting for both of them if Saïx lost, after all. It was merely the principle of the thing. If Saïx wanted Vexen to put his work at risk, then Saïx was going to have to offer something in return. "Why risk it?" he replied, suppressing the tiny shiver that tried to run up his spine as Saïx played the tip of his own hot tongue against the outer rim of Vexen's ear.
When Saïx pressed his mouth against Vexen's ear and rumbled softly, "I will make it worth the risk," Vexen conceded game over, although who had won he couldn't really tell. He signalled his assent with a nod, leaning his head back where it came to rest against Saïx's shoulder. Saïx brought his hand around, unfastening the clasp of the chain around Vexen's throat and then sliding the zip of his uniform down, painstakingly slowly. The mouth at Vexen's ear murmured something that may have been thanks as Saïx's hand slid inside his coat, dipping low only to rise again with curled fingers, dragging sharp claws slowly and lightly over Vexen's stomach and chest.
His breath would have hitched had Vexen not been prepared for it. It was a test, in many ways. Vexen enjoyed the more animalistic side to Saïx, it was at once intriguing and somewhat thrilling to know that so much power and unrestrainable violence was such a thin veneer of civility away, and by letting such tiny fleeting glimpses of that nature be seen Saïx was testing not only his own control over it, but Vexen's ability to withstand it. There were boundaries with Saïx, some of which could be crossed, some fudged, and some that Saïx guarded with such rigidity that Vexen got the impression that even his knowing of their existence was perhaps more than Saïx was comfortable with.
Apparently satisfied with Vexen's reaction, Saïx withdrew his hand from inside Vexen's coat and ran it over Vexen's shoulder and down his arm, curling fingers around Vexen's hand. Saïx's other hand looped under Vexen's other arm, bracing across his chest. Bending down further to plant a gentle, warm kiss against the side of Vexen's throat, Saïx gently urged him to stand.
Vexen complied, content to allow Saïx the freedom to do as suited him. In Vexen's experience, Saïx had always been eager to please. It had been something Vexen had originally sneered at him for, particularly in the early days of this mission, but time and a change in their attitudes to each other had slowly changed Vexen's mind. Saïx's desire to please those he considered to have authority over him certainly had its benefits, and Vexen was silently confident that Saïx would keep his word about making the interruption worth his while.
The height difference between them, when they were both standing, had been the subject of more sneering, and Vexen's assertion that Saïx was only a berserker because whatever power had given them their various affinities when they became Nobodies had an interesting take on 'angry short person syndrome', which Saïx obviously had in spades. Saïx had calmly, and showing great restraint, explained the difference between rage and anger, and how one was an emotion and the other a state of mind. It had been the first real clue Vexen had that Saïx may not have been as much of a simple minded puppy as he may appear, although it had taken time and a few larger clues for Vexen to really re-evaluate his initial belief on that matter.
With Vexen standing, Saïx slid the chair aside with his foot and unzipped Vexen's robes the rest of the way, pressed close to Vexen's back as his hands worked. Once the robes were hanging open, his hands progressed slowly up Vexen's sides, stroking hot, calloused fingers over bony hips and ribs that suggested too many skipped meals in the past. Compared to Saïx, who seemed to consist entirely of pale, toned, taut muscle, Vexen was self consciously aware of his own inadequacies in the appearances department. Saïx, however, seemed to care little and made sure never to neglect any part of Vexen's body, paying particular mind to those areas that tested Vexen's self control to breaking point.
As Saïx's hands worked their way up to push Vexen's uniform off his shoulders, Vexen held his breath. There was something dreadfully comforting in the way Saïx behaved during these moments, and yet it was also very slightly infuriating. Saïx was soothing, and tender, his Other had obviously been an attentive lover and Saïx had carried that behaviour over into his existence as a Nobody. He treated Vexen as though he were something fragile, and precious, which was intensely flattering and went some considerable way towards putting him at his ease, despite his numerous shortcomings, but it also made Vexen wonder if Saïx behaved that way because he thought Vexen could not stand anything more. As enjoyable as the slow, soft way Saïx handled him was, Vexen longed to experience the harsher, less controlled side. After all, what was the point in having sex with a berserker if all the animal passion was kept in check?
His coat dropped to the floor and Saïx curled an arm over Vexen's waist, spreading his fingers and placing them delicately on Vexen's stomach, his other hand rising up to brush Vexen's hair aside, to drape over one shoulder. There was a soft murmur from Saïx as he pressed his lips to Vexen's spine, following it down slowly, paying careful attention to ensure he didn't miss a single vertebra.
Saïx was a fan of foreplay. Vexen hadn't understood the point for a long time, until Saïx had shown him the difference it made. It wasn't that sex without foreplay was less enjoyable, it was that sex with it, with Saïx, made every single one of Vexen's nerves react, rather than just select groups. Still, some of the things Saïx did confused Vexen. He still didn't see the point in kissing, for example, and although Saïx had attempted to explain it, complete with demonstration, Vexen still didn't understand it. It wasn't that it was unpleasant, it was about as pleasant as any of the other tricks and techniques Saïx employed during foreplay, but it also wasn't anything special. Saïx had accused Vexen of being too analytical, but he had also stopped kissing Vexen in a way that required Vexen to reciprocate. Vexen couldn't say he missed it, much.
"Saïx." Vexen aimed to sound commanding and aloof. Saïx had dropped to his knees behind him, pressing his tongue against Vexen's spine and teasing just inside his waistband, his hands sliding down from Vexen's stomach and onto his thighs. As Vexen spoke, Saïx's fingers curled towards the insides of Vexen's thighs, making tiny but noticeable movements upwards, testing Vexen's self control again.
Saïx didn't pull his mouth away when he replied, "Master?" Vexen could feel the lips moving against his skin, and the warm, steady exhalation of breath from Saïx's nose and mouth.
Vexen glanced to the corner of his eyes, to where Saïx's arms came around his body. "I won't break."
There was a pause that seemed to take forever. Saïx didn't move, his breath remained steady against Vexen's back, and then, eventually, "No. Master."
The tone wasn't one of agreement, and the words could mean anything. Vexen sighed very softly. "You don't have to be that gentle," at the very least, he could treat Vexen as though he didn't consider him to be made of porcelain.
There was another, shorter pause as Saïx breathed against Vexen's flesh before he answered, "If you are sure."
There was, from Saïx, what Vexen had come to recognise as an unspoken request for confirmation in that phrase, and he responded to it. "I know my limitations." Vexen wouldn't hesitate to call Saïx to stop if he got hurt, but some small degree of pain, like when Saïx scraped his claws against him, Vexen had found to be rather enjoyable.
Saïx bowed his head, Vexen had to suppress another shiver as stray hairs tickled across his back with the movement. "Yes, master."
He sounded happier, as much as that could be the right word for a Nobody, and Vexen found himself nodding too. "You may continue."
"Yes, master," Saïx growled, softly, a low rumble of a response.
Vexen contained the sigh that wanted to escape as Saïx pressed his tongue broadside against his spine and dragged it upwards, following the line he'd marked out with the kisses. Saïx persisted in being more gentle than Vexen would like, but it would be a shame to stop the proceedings now in favour of discussing the matter. Saïx had promised to make the interruption worthwhile, after all, and getting into the subject of his partner's berserker nature, and related capabilities, was not exactly what Vexen had in mind.
When Saïx dug his nails into Vexen's chest, Vexen was taken rather by surprise. They dragged over his skin, leaving long white lines that quickly flushed bright red. Vexen bit his lip, tilting his head back just slightly, caught out. He didn't think Saïx had listened, but this was much more like it.
Warm lips pressed against Vexen's hip as Saïx's fingers drew thin welts onto his stomach. One hand retreated around to the opposite hip as Vexen felt Saïx shift to stand behind him. With a suddenness that nearly made Vexen gasp he was yanked backwards, squeezed against Saïx, the fingers on his hip curling sharply.
When Saïx spoke it was in a more threatening growl than the soft rumbling Vexen was used to. His voice threatening a snarl at any moment, Saïx brought his other hand up to grasp Vexen's throat, turning Vexen's head so that one side was exposed, "Is this what you want?" Saïx's breath gusted hot and damp against Vexen's skin, "Is this what you would invite into your bed?"
Vexen didn't get a chance to answer before Saïx bit, hard and brutal, on his exposed shoulder. Vexen knew there would be a mark, he could feel Saïx's teeth clamping down, and for the first time, Vexen realised just how sharp Saïx's teeth really were. For a moment, he wondered if any of this had ever been such a good idea, and then, just as quickly as he has had bitten down, Saïx released him and lapped at the mark he'd left in a long, slow movement. He'd made sure not to break the skin.
Vexen contained the smirk that wished to cross his lips. This was precisely what he'd wanted, to have the power of the berserker visible, tangible, but leashed; a threat that seemed so very real but that was still safe. "Yes," he answered, swallowing as Saïx dug his nails into the soft flesh of his throat at the answer, " and you will call me 'master'."
Vexen could almost hear Saïx smirking behind him, his nails, his claws digging in just a little bit harder for a moment. "Will I?"
Vexen raised an eyebrow. If he was honest, he'd never had to discipline Saïx in order to get him to acknowledge him as his master, it had just been something they did. Now Saïx wasn't doing it automatically, Vexen was wrong footed. "Yes, you will," Vexen rather hoped his voice wasn't as laced with surprise as it sounded to him.
Those claws dragged down his throat as Saïx whirled around him with more grace and speed than Vexen had ever realised he possessed. Despite Saïx being shorter, despite the fact that he had to stand on tip-toes to kiss Vexen, with his eyes seeming brighter than normal, and his teeth a little sharper, Saïx was horribly intimidating. He smirked in a way that flashed his canines, holding his gaze eerily steady with Vexen's, so that Vexen found himself wanting to look from one eye to the other. "Make me," he growled, darting one hand up onto Vexen's chest, and slowly, methodically, painfully dragging his fingernails down, deliberately passing one claw directly over Vexen's nipple while scrutinising his expression.
Vexen's breath hitched in his throat. Saïx had changed the rules, Vexen realised, he wouldn't be submitted to without question, to be master to a berserker, you had to prove you were worth it. Saïx had said he accepted Vexen as such, but up until now, Vexen had never had to prove that he was worthy of the title. There had always been the little tests and surprises, but now, he knew, they would actually matter.
Vexen looked down, holding Saïx's gaze as steadily as his own was being held, clenching his jaw when Saïx circled his sharp fingernail around the outer edge of Vexen's nipple. "You will not get the better of me like that," he sneered, feeling the hair on his arms rise, goosebumps forming as he held his ground.
Saïx's eyes flashed, literally, a blink of iris-less glow that was gone as soon as it was noticed. He curled an arm around Vexen's back and dragged a single fingernail down the contour of Vexen's spine. "I shall be the judge of that."
One quick movement had Vexen spun around and backed against his desk, the edge of the wood impacting hard against the back of his thighs. It would bruise by morning, but Vexen's first concern was that his report didn't become a casualty. Saïx continued to push him back, tipping him ungracefully onto his own desk, but Vexen resisted long enough to sweep his report to the side; it was safer on the floor than on the desk, at the moment, and then Vexen collapsed backwards as Saïx hooked his foot around the back of Vexen's ankle, sweeping his foot outwards and unbalancing him.
There was a smack as Vexen landed on the table, his pen digging painfully into his back as Saïx continued to push him down, pinning him and leaning over with a fanged grin. Saïx pushed close, standing between Vexen's legs, giving one deliberately lewd movement of his hips. Vexen tried to push himself up with his hands, wanting to remove the pen that was digging into his ribs, but Saïx growled at him forcefully, gripping his wrists and holding them fast against the desk. "You don't get away that easily…"
Vexen no longer knew how much of this was a test. Saïx had never been like this before, he'd never been forceful, he'd never been threatening. In every previous encounter Saïx had been restrained and tender, but this… It sent thrills down Vexen's spine, being forced onto his back and hearing the danger in Saïx's voice was so much better in reality than he'd imagined. And yet, the uncertainty and the lack of control was unsettling for him. If Saïx went too far for his own control, Vexen wouldn't know, and would be helpless. He couldn't know for sure that if he said 'stop' Saïx would be in any way inclined to listen. He would have to trust Saïx to know the boundaries, to know the difference between being told something by an unproven master, and told something by a partner who wanted to change his mind.
His train of thought was interrupted when Saïx leaned down over his chest and took one nipple into his mouth, teasing at it with a hot tongue and sharp teeth. Vexen nearly jerked away, half expecting another vicious bite to what Saïx knew was an area with a low pain tolerance, but the bite never came. Instead, Saïx swept his mouth upwards, towards Vexen's throat, pushing his hips into Vexen's with the movement, and then biting his adam's apple.
It was a strange sensation. It felt as though he should have difficulty breathing, and that Saïx was biting extremely hard, but at the same time, he could tell there wasn't actually much pressure being applied, and his breathing was mostly unaffected. When Saïx let go, he trailed his tongue over Vexen's throat, and then travelled back down the centre line of his body. Vexen stopped himself from sighing in the memory of relief.
It was only when Saïx's hand slipped inside his trousers that Vexen realised his hands had been released. His hips twitched faintly upwards as Saïx's fingers found their way into his underwear, warm, calloused fingertips sliding down and curling around, before retreating painstakingly slowly. Saïx caught Vexen in a narrow-eyed gaze and flashed his teeth, "I thought you said I wouldn't get the better of you?"
Vexen sneered, even though he had rather liked the contact, "You haven't yet, and you won't if you keep this up."
"Oh?" Saïx could look so infuriatingly in control when he wanted. "I'd certainly call this," he pushed his hips forward again in demonstration, "better."
Vexen nearly bit his tongue. Saïx had an uncanny knack of knowing just how to phrase something that would have made Vexen, prior to losing his heart, blush horrendously. Sometimes, that tried to come through even now, but this time, Vexen had been expecting it. He pushed his hips upwards in retaliation, smirking at the way Saïx gave the tiniest of movements into it, "You're at least as pleased as me," he rolled his hips against Saïx's again to test, "if not more so."
Saïx twitched his head to one side, smiling knowingly, "I'd hardly waste my time on you if I wasn't being pleased."
"Then stop talking and get on with it," Vexen snorted.
Saïx grinned in response, pressing himself low over Vexen and murmuring, "You want it that badly?"
Vexen smirked, bringing one hand up and gripping Saïx's chin, using the other to blindly find the chain on Saïx's coat and unfasten it. "A good master," he retorted, "makes sure to keep his subject happy," his fingers found the zip and forced it down, keeping Saïx in place with the hand holding his jaw, "that is all." He let go again, leaving Saïx's coat dangling half open, revealing the pale, hard flesh underneath, "Don't overestimate yourself."
Saïx dipped low, scraping his teeth over Vexen's chest, shrugging his coat off with one smooth movement. Vexen never tired of looking at Saïx. He'd watched him once, as he swung the claymore around, passing it from hand to hand in a graceful dance, his leather jacket sacrificed in the heat of Agrabah's sun. He was entrancing to watch, the power stored in those muscles made Vexen's mouth go dry.
Saïx undid the button on Vexen's trousers by hand, but did the rest of the work with his mouth, taking the zip in his teeth and easing it down, a low growl sending faint vibrations through the material. Vexen took the opportunity to remove the pen from under his back. He watched as Saïx slid his hands into his clothing, easing his trousers and underwear down, leaving them bunched around Vexen's knees. He felt the tickle of Saïx's hair against his bare legs but managed to resist jumping when Saïx bit his inner thigh, Saïx's breath gusting coolly against Vexen's sensitive flesh.
"Perhaps," Saïx growled, running his fingernails harshly up the insides of Vexen's thighs, "you are doing better than I expected."
Vexen smirked, "You shouldn't underestimate me, either." It took a lot of Vexen's control not to buck into the movement. As controlled and unflustered as he managed to appear, Vexen lacked Saïx's stamina, and Saïx had a tendency to test Vexen's limits to breaking point.
Saïx slid up Vexen's body, his tongue trailing delicately with the movement so that Vexen had to close his eyes. Saïx was tormenting him now, but Vexen refused to lose so easily. "We'll see," he grinned, before latching his teeth onto Vexen's collarbone, his hands slipping under Vexen's back as he rocked his hips against Vexen's, making him give the smallest of lurches upwards. Vexen curled his fist into Saïx's hair as the berserker lifted him up, pulling him off and away from the table. He couldn't walk, his movement hindered by the trousers still gathered around his knees, so he stumbled, his weight supported by Saïx, towards one of the twin beds.
Saïx dropped him, letting go suddenly and allowing Vexen to fall backwards onto the bed, where he bounced. It hadn't been a long drop, fortunately, or Vexen would have been left with a handful of long blue hair that was no longer connected to its owner. As it was, he kept hold, pulling Saïx down by it perhaps a little harder than necessary. Saïx flashed his fangs and then climbed over Vexen, bending down to give a quick bite to his neck.
Claws raked down Vexen's sides as Saïx shifted down and Vexen let go of his hair. He scraped his teeth along Vexen's chest, flicking his tongue out to meet Vexen's nipple before scratching his teeth over it. Vexen managed not to flinch, though with difficulty. He was very rapidly becoming more and more sensitive, and it was growing harder to retain his composure through Saïx's teasing.
Saïx stepped back, off the bed, kneeling down as he trailed the hard pads of his fingers over Vexen's hips and thighs. Vexen lifted his head to watch, warily, as Saïx pulled off Vexen's boots and stripped him, leaving him completely exposed. Shuffling back, up the bed, on his elbows, Vexen watched Saïx curl a hand around his ankle, digging the nails in to the flesh and then releasing again, before placing his tongue against the red crescents, keeping eye contact as he lapped the marks.
He slid with eerie grace back up along Vexen's thighs, then, his fingers still curled and scraping up the inside of Vexen's leg. He graced the tip of his tongue against the hollow of Vexen's hips, trying to make Vexen twitch, wanting more. Vexen resisted. It wasn't until Saïx curled his hand around the top of Vexen's erection, cupping it gently in a warm hand and holding it against Saïx's own stomach as he shifted further upwards that Vexen was forced to bite the inside of his cheek to stay quiet.
It was cheating, Vexen considered, and Saïx probably knew it. Vexen, however, was better than that, he wasn't about to lose without a fight. He caught Saïx's eye again, looking at him sternly, and brought his hands up to brush over Saïx's chest, leaving a trail of glittering frost in the wake of his fingertips, making sure to have the temperature especially sharp across the more sensitive areas.
Saïx gasped, rearing back slightly, taken by surprise. The frost melted into frigid water, which quickly evaporated with the warmth of Saïx's skin. Vexen smirked, Saïx had given in first. He cupped his hand against Saïx's cheek, letting another thin layer of frost form beneath his fingers, "You whimper like a little girl."
Saïx flexed his fingers against Vexen's chest, dragging his nails along the skin but not pressing into it, "I will make you do worse," he growled, his voice heavy with threat and promise.
Vexen raised a confident eyebrow of question, about to reply with a casual "you sound sure" when Saïx hooked his hand under Vexen's knee and used it to lever him onto his front. With no choice but to roll over, Vexen frowned, wondering what in the worlds Saïx was planning.
Claws dragged luxuriously slowly down his back as Vexen raised up on his elbows, glancing over his shoulder at Saïx. Saïx bent low over Vexen's back, his long hair skittering over Vexen's skin as he shifted down, Saïx hands sliding onto his hips.
A sharp ache in the side of his neck warned Vexen that he was trying to twist too far and he turned his head back, wrenching his eyes away from Saïx. He wanted to get up, to roll back over and see what the berserker was planning, but the hands on his hips were gripping firmly, and there was no way Vexen could escape the grip.
Saïx dipped low, and Vexen's mouth opened in surprise, his breath halting in his throat for a moment. That was… Interesting. His fingers curled into the bed sheets as Saïx passed over him again, cool breath and warm tongue moving with all the delicacy Saïx possessed, contrasting with the fingernails which were curled into his hips, holding him still. Vexen dropped his head forward, biting his lip and resting his forehead on the pillow.
When Saïx pushed his tongue in a little, Vexen's head rose off the pillow once more. This was most certainly an experience to repeat. It was only when Vexen was about to murmur a request for a little more, for Saïx to push in again, that he remembered what Saïx had said. Vexen was not going to whimper like a little girl, no matter what Saïx tried. He bit his lip again, burying his face into the pillow, clenching the bedding in desperate fists as he forced himself to stay quiet. He hoped, as good as it was, that Saïx wouldn't keep it up for long, because Vexen didn't know how much longer he'd be able to endure this treatment silently.
It seemed like an age passed, Vexen's hands and jaw aching from being so tightly clenched, before Saïx finally stopped, trailing his tongue all the way up Vexen's back and to his shoulder, where he bit, rather gently, and growled down Vexen's ear. Vexen fought to resist the urge to complain at the loss of contact, finding himself to be horribly sensitive and needy. When Saïx clambered off him and made a start on unfastening his trousers, Vexen rose up on his elbows again and shifted to the edge of the bed, thrusting one arm underneath and fishing blindly for the lubricant.
"You're not as good as you think you are," he sneered at Saïx, hiding his impatience with scorn as he threw the errant lubricant to the berserker, "but get on with it, I have work to do."
Saïx frowned, easily catching the lubricant with one hand, but said nothing in response. Vexen rearranged the pillows so he'd be more comfortable and lay back down again, trying hard not to think about how long Saïx was taking. When the weight shifted on the bed, and Saïx's hands, cooler than normal and slightly slippery, curled over his hips once more, Vexen couldn't help but huff, "About time."
Saïx growled viciously, bending low over Vexen's back and pulling him into a better position, "Quiet." Vexen would have responded, but at that moment Saïx pushed inside him, making him draw breath sharply with the surprise.
Saïx placed a soft kiss between Vexen's shoulder blades in apology, giving him the time he needed to adjust himself. Vexen, for his part, closed his eyes, settling onto the pillows, relaxing his muscles as much as he possibly could. Once he was comfortable, he gave the barest of nods to let Saïx know he was okay.
Saïx withdrew again, pulling back most of the way before pushing back, forwards and down. It tended to be hit and miss whether he found the right spot, the one that made Vexen dig his face into the pillow and his toes point and flex, but for that reason alone it was always worth finding. Vexen tended to be much more amiable afterwards, if only for an hour, and a lot more bearable to be around all the time.
Saïx moved inside Vexen with more force than normal, with more speed, and more urgency. His sense of rhythm was as perfect as ever, but this was more animal, wilder and more brutal. When Saïx hit the right part inside him, Vexen grit his teeth, clenching the edges of the pillow so tightly in his hands that it might tear. He grasped the pillow in his teeth as Saïx continued, needing to bite down on something in order to gag himself. He no longer cared about beating Saïx in this battle of wills, but any noise he made now would come out as a desperate keening, and Vexen had too much pride for that.
He barely registered the hand leaving his hip, but when it curled around him, gripping him with warm, calloused, slippery flesh and then moving with Saïx's rhythm, it was difficult to ignore. He pressed his face hard into the pillow as he came, half-suffocating himself to avoid crying out. Saïx continued to move inside him, sending spasms through over-stimulated flesh.
Saïx's hand crept up Vexen's stomach, the claws digging in firmly as Saïx continued to move. There was a snarl, a vicious, guttural cry erupting from Saïx's throat and making the hair on Vexen's neck stand on end. The fingernails digging into Vexen's stomach scored lines downwards, making Vexen yelp into the pillow at the pain, and then Saïx went still.
Vexen pulled his face out of the pillow, hissing softly at the pain down his stomach, listening to Saïx's heavy breathing. He flinched slightly when Saïx carefully pulled back, and then collapsed on his side next to Vexen. Vexen rolled over and looked at him.
His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy. The scar that crossed between Saïx's eyes looked red, and angry. Vexen reached a hand out and brushed blue hair behind a pointed ear for a better look. Saïx's eyes snapped open and Vexen regarded him critically. He thought he'd heard something, just before the snarl that sent pleasant and unpleasant shivers up his spine, but he wasn't entirely sure.
"You called me master," his tone was accusing as he looked Saïx in the eye.
Saïx looked at him for a moment, and then nodded, "Yes."
Vexen smirked, rolling onto his back and finding the edge of the bed was closer than he'd thought; much further over and he'd have fallen off, "Good." He twisted his head to the side and looked at Saïx again, "Good boy, you did well."
Saïx glared at him with yellow eyes before replying, with the faintest of smirks crossing his lips, "I suppose I did make you resort to biting the pillow."
Vexen looked offended, even if it was true. Saïx brought his hand up and rubbed his fingers over one area, "It's wet," he offered, as explanation for how he could tell.
Vexen ignored this, staring up at the ceiling instead for a few moments before making a move to sit up. A move he quickly regretted as the deep, wet scratched on his stomach twinged. Vexen grit his teeth and looked down at the marks, which really were impressive. Saïx's gaze followed Vexen's and he frowned, "I didn't mean to do that."
Vexen waved Saïx's concerns away with a hand, and then poked his injuries, looking interested, "If I wanted to come out uninjured, I wouldn't be having sex with a berserker." He poked them again, just for good measure, and hissed when it inevitably hurt. "Nevertheless, there's a potion in the bathroom, if you wouldn't mind."
Saïx nodded, standing up and making his way to the small cubicle that was glorified by the title of bathroom. The hair on his legs was as blue as the hair on his head, Vexen had noticed, and it never failed to bring a smile to his face. It was rather difficult to act in a bad mood with Saïx when you knew that under his uniform, the hair in his armpits was bright blue.
"And you can pick up my report while you're there," Vexen called after him, lying back on the bed.