In the Darkness - Roxas/Larxene - NC-17
Title: In the Darkness
Writer: Cy Fur
Disclaimer: I do not own Roxas, Larxene, or any other Kingdom Hearts characters, and will not be making any money off of them.
Summary: On darkness and Nobodies. Written for the kink meme. Pretty much straight up pr0n.
Warnings: Sex.
Rating: NC-17
She comes to him in the dark. The first time, he groped about for a light switch and she kissed him to distract him. Since then, when she comes, he doesn’t try to turn the light on. He knows who she is, of course - the Organization doesn’t exactly have an abundance of women - but when he looks at her in the cold light of the Grey Room, or on missions, she sneers at him and demands to know what he’s staring at. It seems that whatever it is they share is only safe in darkness.
Roxas is lying in his bed, in that drowsy place between sleep and waking, when he hears the portal open and sees the bloom of deeper darkness at the foot of his bed. Then Larxene is crawling up it, draping herself across his torso and legs. Her hair is wet - he can feel it drip on his bare chest, and he reaches a hand up to cup the back of her head and feel the shape of her skull under the palm of his hand. The wet hair is thick under his fingers, and when she leans forward to kiss him, her cheeks are warm against his.
Larxene’s hands go to Roxas’ face, stroking his cooler cheeks with her hot hands. It must have been a hot shower - her body still has the telltale tingle of warmth, and he can feel it radiating, from her belly and breasts to his bare chest, even through the thin blanket draped across his legs. Her mouth is hot, too, and wet against his own. She tastes like mint toothpaste with an under-taste that is all her, although he can’t put it into words. Her kisses are hungry and wet, and he can hear the wet noises they’re making, enough to make his cheeks heat up. He kisses her harder, his hands buried in her hair and pulling her closer. His nose is cold against her cheek, and his cheeks are heating up, to match the warmth of her body.
Roxas spreads his legs, his knees going up on either side of her hips and squeezing them. He kisses her as hard as he can, feeling the heat of her mouth in contrast of the heat of the room. Although it’s starting to warm up, and he can feel the heat between his legs start to beat, thick and heavy. Her hair is wet and the water is dripping down his arms as he kneads at her scalp with his fingertips, and her hands go from his face to his chest, propping herself up on her elbows to run her hands up and down the smooth skin. Her hands are still hot, and the skin of his chest is damp from sweat and water. He whimpers and closes his eyes, arching his back when her fingers find his nipple and twist, his feet scrabbling on the sheets.
Larxene chuckles at this, a warm puff of air against his cheek, but it isn’t her usual nasty chuckle. She’s nice, in the dark. She begins to kiss him, tasting the salty skin of his jaw, feeling the very beginnings of stubble under her tongue. She nips his ear, gently, and he can feel the bone-strength of her teeth, making him squirm and wriggling under her. Larxene’s hands are moving down, while her mouth begins to kiss from his neck to the spot where his shoulder meets his shoulder.
Roxas shudders - that’s one of the spots that always makes him writhe. Her mouth is silky and hot, her tongue thick and rough against his skin. His move to her bare back - she must be naked - and he feels the way her shoulder blades move under her skin as she shifts on top of him, straddling his leg through the blanket. He can feel her wetness, even through the blanket, and it’s vaguely slimy against his knee. He’s about to say something, tell her to come closer, but she puts a hand over his mouth. They never speak, when they have these little meetings. It’s always quiet. He tugs on her back, both hands flat, and he’s pushing her forward, trying to get the spot between her legs within reach of his fingers.
Larxene gets the message, and she lets him pull her forward, until his hand is resting on her inner thighs. She’s resting her weight on his lower body now, and he can feel the full firmness of her bottom against his erection, and he groans, grinding his hips forward. She chuckles and leans forward, her chest pressed against his. Her small breasts are soft and warm against his flat chest, her nipples hard.
He wants to reach between them to play with her breasts, but then his hand would be trapped between them. Instead, he settles on reaching between her legs and nudging her clit with his fingertip. She’s wet against his fingers, and so hot he’s vaguely amazed he isn’t scalded. Maybe it’s a comparison to his own cold fingers, which shouldn’t still be cold, not after the way he’s had his fingers tangled in her wet hair, but she hisses, so maybe his fingers really are cold, or maybe she just likes the way his fingers feel against her clit, because then she makes some quiet happy noise and shifts her hips against his hand.
Roxas shifts his hand, until the palm is pressing against her clit, and his fingers are in just the right position to slip into her. He does so, and hisses himself, because she’s tight and she’s hot and she’s wet. He wonders, vaguely, what it would feel like if it was his cock instead of his fingers, but he won’t dare suggest it, because than she might not come back. He moves his hand more, so that his thumb can press down on her clit and his fingers can slide in and out of her more easily, the way she likes it. He can feel the rough, wiry hair brush against the palm of his hand, and the slimy wetness that draws his fingers into her. He presses his face up to hiss her, his other hand going between them, because now she’s sitting up, and he can finally touch her breasts.
Larxene leans further forward, so that instead of kissing her face, he’s kissing along her chest. She gasps as he leans hot, open mouthed kisses down from her neck to her chest, above her breast to the side. His mouth his hot, his tongue rough, and his fingers inside of her are steady and strong as they thrust into her. She taught him in the darkness, without words, and he’s learned well, to the point where he’s got her on the brink of orgasm already. She whimpers and moans, quietly, in the darkness as his lips find her nipple and latch on, his rough tongue rasping against the sensitive skin. Her hands go to his hair, feeling the stiff spikes under her fingers. She’ll return the favor, soon enough, when he’s gotten her off, and by the feel of it, it won’t be too long.
Roxas feels how wet she is, feels the way his fingers are starting to wrinkle up as they move inside of her, feels the sticky wetness on his wrist and the insides of her thighs. He’s vaguely proud of that, the fact that he’s gotten her this worked up. He smiles around her nipple and nips it, gently, his tongue flickering over it and tasting the faint trace of artificial flowers, no doubt from the soap she washed with earlier. The drying water from her shower drips down her back, and the hand not between her legs is on her lower back, to keep her from falling over as he feels her start to twitch around his fingers.
Larxene gasps her orgasm out, shuddering around him. She goes limp for a moment, breathing heavily into his hair as her bones solidify, slowly. She looks down at him, and even if he can’t see her face in the darkness, he likes to at least pretend that maybe she’s wearing a look of tenderness. She slides off of his fingers, slowly, and kisses him again, on the mouth, long and slow. She begins to kiss him again, first his lips, then his chin, then under it, rasping her tongue across his Adam’s apple, his chest. She kisses each of his nipples, then sucks on one of them, her rough tongue making him twitch and squirm under her.
Roxas would be embarrassed by the noises he’s making, except he can’t, and he’s too focused on the feel of Larxene’s hot mouth move from his nipple to his belly, to over his navel, to into his navel. He arches against her and twitches, whimpering. When she pulls his waistband down, he lifts his hips obligingly, and he’s vaguely surprised at how… cold the air feels against his cock. His cock, which feels like it’s going to explode. When Larxene blows on his cock, he whimpers and claws at the sheets, twisting them in his hands. He closes his eyes tightly, because even though he can’t see anything to begin with, it brings him some small modicum of comfort to close his eyes.
Larxene engulfs the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop. She is pleased (as a Nobody can be) when he surges under her, whimpering. She feels his hands go to her hair, threading through it. He doesn’t pull, though, or she’d probably bite his thigh. Although maybe he’d like that. She’ll examine that another time, assuming she comes back. But for now, she’ll concentrate on the feeling of Roxas’ cock in her mouth, taking more and more, until the tip of her nose is brushing against the wiry hair of his groin. She sucks on it, long and hard, tracing the vein on the underside with her tongue and gently, oh-so-gently scraping her teeth along the top. He tastes like salt and musk and skin, tastes like male.
Roxas gasps and whimpers, pressing his hands over his mouth to keep from making too much noise. He wants to hear the quiet noises that her mouth is making, wet and warm. Her mouth is wet and hot, so hot, and he concentrates on the texture of her hair under his fingers, the roughness and heat of her tongue. His knees are gaped wide open, his toes pressing against her sides and his hips going up to meet each pull of her mouth. He’s teetering on the edge of orgasm, right on the edge, when she does… something with her tongue, something he doesn’t know what to call, only that now he’s coming, his back arched and his breath coming in big, heaving gulps as Larxene lets go of his cock and leans back to keep from getting splashed. He’s faintly aware of how cold the air feels on his cock, but he’s concentrating on the feel of his semen spitting across his belly, warm but already starting to cool as it hits his skin. He’s still panting when she leans forward to kiss him on the mouth, gently, her mouth still tasting faintly of his cock.
Larxene kisses him again, brushing his hair away from his face. He imagines that she’s looking at his eyes, but he can’t tell - he can see her basic outline, barely, but it isn’t worth straining his eyes for it, so he kisses her back, gently, and squeezes her elbow, gently, before letting her go. He hears the sound of a dark portal opening, and he sees the deeper darkness bloom again, then disappear.
She’ll be nasty to him, tomorrow. Roxas knows that. Any secret affection she might hold for him stays hidden in the darkness, and Roxas thinks that he’s okay with that. After all, they’re Nobodies. No matter how they strive and strive, at the end of it all, they still belong in the dark.
Writer: Cy Fur
Disclaimer: I do not own Roxas, Larxene, or any other Kingdom Hearts characters, and will not be making any money off of them.
Summary: On darkness and Nobodies. Written for the kink meme. Pretty much straight up pr0n.
Warnings: Sex.
Rating: NC-17
She comes to him in the dark. The first time, he groped about for a light switch and she kissed him to distract him. Since then, when she comes, he doesn’t try to turn the light on. He knows who she is, of course - the Organization doesn’t exactly have an abundance of women - but when he looks at her in the cold light of the Grey Room, or on missions, she sneers at him and demands to know what he’s staring at. It seems that whatever it is they share is only safe in darkness.
Roxas is lying in his bed, in that drowsy place between sleep and waking, when he hears the portal open and sees the bloom of deeper darkness at the foot of his bed. Then Larxene is crawling up it, draping herself across his torso and legs. Her hair is wet - he can feel it drip on his bare chest, and he reaches a hand up to cup the back of her head and feel the shape of her skull under the palm of his hand. The wet hair is thick under his fingers, and when she leans forward to kiss him, her cheeks are warm against his.
Larxene’s hands go to Roxas’ face, stroking his cooler cheeks with her hot hands. It must have been a hot shower - her body still has the telltale tingle of warmth, and he can feel it radiating, from her belly and breasts to his bare chest, even through the thin blanket draped across his legs. Her mouth is hot, too, and wet against his own. She tastes like mint toothpaste with an under-taste that is all her, although he can’t put it into words. Her kisses are hungry and wet, and he can hear the wet noises they’re making, enough to make his cheeks heat up. He kisses her harder, his hands buried in her hair and pulling her closer. His nose is cold against her cheek, and his cheeks are heating up, to match the warmth of her body.
Roxas spreads his legs, his knees going up on either side of her hips and squeezing them. He kisses her as hard as he can, feeling the heat of her mouth in contrast of the heat of the room. Although it’s starting to warm up, and he can feel the heat between his legs start to beat, thick and heavy. Her hair is wet and the water is dripping down his arms as he kneads at her scalp with his fingertips, and her hands go from his face to his chest, propping herself up on her elbows to run her hands up and down the smooth skin. Her hands are still hot, and the skin of his chest is damp from sweat and water. He whimpers and closes his eyes, arching his back when her fingers find his nipple and twist, his feet scrabbling on the sheets.
Larxene chuckles at this, a warm puff of air against his cheek, but it isn’t her usual nasty chuckle. She’s nice, in the dark. She begins to kiss him, tasting the salty skin of his jaw, feeling the very beginnings of stubble under her tongue. She nips his ear, gently, and he can feel the bone-strength of her teeth, making him squirm and wriggling under her. Larxene’s hands are moving down, while her mouth begins to kiss from his neck to the spot where his shoulder meets his shoulder.
Roxas shudders - that’s one of the spots that always makes him writhe. Her mouth is silky and hot, her tongue thick and rough against his skin. His move to her bare back - she must be naked - and he feels the way her shoulder blades move under her skin as she shifts on top of him, straddling his leg through the blanket. He can feel her wetness, even through the blanket, and it’s vaguely slimy against his knee. He’s about to say something, tell her to come closer, but she puts a hand over his mouth. They never speak, when they have these little meetings. It’s always quiet. He tugs on her back, both hands flat, and he’s pushing her forward, trying to get the spot between her legs within reach of his fingers.
Larxene gets the message, and she lets him pull her forward, until his hand is resting on her inner thighs. She’s resting her weight on his lower body now, and he can feel the full firmness of her bottom against his erection, and he groans, grinding his hips forward. She chuckles and leans forward, her chest pressed against his. Her small breasts are soft and warm against his flat chest, her nipples hard.
He wants to reach between them to play with her breasts, but then his hand would be trapped between them. Instead, he settles on reaching between her legs and nudging her clit with his fingertip. She’s wet against his fingers, and so hot he’s vaguely amazed he isn’t scalded. Maybe it’s a comparison to his own cold fingers, which shouldn’t still be cold, not after the way he’s had his fingers tangled in her wet hair, but she hisses, so maybe his fingers really are cold, or maybe she just likes the way his fingers feel against her clit, because then she makes some quiet happy noise and shifts her hips against his hand.
Roxas shifts his hand, until the palm is pressing against her clit, and his fingers are in just the right position to slip into her. He does so, and hisses himself, because she’s tight and she’s hot and she’s wet. He wonders, vaguely, what it would feel like if it was his cock instead of his fingers, but he won’t dare suggest it, because than she might not come back. He moves his hand more, so that his thumb can press down on her clit and his fingers can slide in and out of her more easily, the way she likes it. He can feel the rough, wiry hair brush against the palm of his hand, and the slimy wetness that draws his fingers into her. He presses his face up to hiss her, his other hand going between them, because now she’s sitting up, and he can finally touch her breasts.
Larxene leans further forward, so that instead of kissing her face, he’s kissing along her chest. She gasps as he leans hot, open mouthed kisses down from her neck to her chest, above her breast to the side. His mouth his hot, his tongue rough, and his fingers inside of her are steady and strong as they thrust into her. She taught him in the darkness, without words, and he’s learned well, to the point where he’s got her on the brink of orgasm already. She whimpers and moans, quietly, in the darkness as his lips find her nipple and latch on, his rough tongue rasping against the sensitive skin. Her hands go to his hair, feeling the stiff spikes under her fingers. She’ll return the favor, soon enough, when he’s gotten her off, and by the feel of it, it won’t be too long.
Roxas feels how wet she is, feels the way his fingers are starting to wrinkle up as they move inside of her, feels the sticky wetness on his wrist and the insides of her thighs. He’s vaguely proud of that, the fact that he’s gotten her this worked up. He smiles around her nipple and nips it, gently, his tongue flickering over it and tasting the faint trace of artificial flowers, no doubt from the soap she washed with earlier. The drying water from her shower drips down her back, and the hand not between her legs is on her lower back, to keep her from falling over as he feels her start to twitch around his fingers.
Larxene gasps her orgasm out, shuddering around him. She goes limp for a moment, breathing heavily into his hair as her bones solidify, slowly. She looks down at him, and even if he can’t see her face in the darkness, he likes to at least pretend that maybe she’s wearing a look of tenderness. She slides off of his fingers, slowly, and kisses him again, on the mouth, long and slow. She begins to kiss him again, first his lips, then his chin, then under it, rasping her tongue across his Adam’s apple, his chest. She kisses each of his nipples, then sucks on one of them, her rough tongue making him twitch and squirm under her.
Roxas would be embarrassed by the noises he’s making, except he can’t, and he’s too focused on the feel of Larxene’s hot mouth move from his nipple to his belly, to over his navel, to into his navel. He arches against her and twitches, whimpering. When she pulls his waistband down, he lifts his hips obligingly, and he’s vaguely surprised at how… cold the air feels against his cock. His cock, which feels like it’s going to explode. When Larxene blows on his cock, he whimpers and claws at the sheets, twisting them in his hands. He closes his eyes tightly, because even though he can’t see anything to begin with, it brings him some small modicum of comfort to close his eyes.
Larxene engulfs the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop. She is pleased (as a Nobody can be) when he surges under her, whimpering. She feels his hands go to her hair, threading through it. He doesn’t pull, though, or she’d probably bite his thigh. Although maybe he’d like that. She’ll examine that another time, assuming she comes back. But for now, she’ll concentrate on the feeling of Roxas’ cock in her mouth, taking more and more, until the tip of her nose is brushing against the wiry hair of his groin. She sucks on it, long and hard, tracing the vein on the underside with her tongue and gently, oh-so-gently scraping her teeth along the top. He tastes like salt and musk and skin, tastes like male.
Roxas gasps and whimpers, pressing his hands over his mouth to keep from making too much noise. He wants to hear the quiet noises that her mouth is making, wet and warm. Her mouth is wet and hot, so hot, and he concentrates on the texture of her hair under his fingers, the roughness and heat of her tongue. His knees are gaped wide open, his toes pressing against her sides and his hips going up to meet each pull of her mouth. He’s teetering on the edge of orgasm, right on the edge, when she does… something with her tongue, something he doesn’t know what to call, only that now he’s coming, his back arched and his breath coming in big, heaving gulps as Larxene lets go of his cock and leans back to keep from getting splashed. He’s faintly aware of how cold the air feels on his cock, but he’s concentrating on the feel of his semen spitting across his belly, warm but already starting to cool as it hits his skin. He’s still panting when she leans forward to kiss him on the mouth, gently, her mouth still tasting faintly of his cock.
Larxene kisses him again, brushing his hair away from his face. He imagines that she’s looking at his eyes, but he can’t tell - he can see her basic outline, barely, but it isn’t worth straining his eyes for it, so he kisses her back, gently, and squeezes her elbow, gently, before letting her go. He hears the sound of a dark portal opening, and he sees the deeper darkness bloom again, then disappear.
She’ll be nasty to him, tomorrow. Roxas knows that. Any secret affection she might hold for him stays hidden in the darkness, and Roxas thinks that he’s okay with that. After all, they’re Nobodies. No matter how they strive and strive, at the end of it all, they still belong in the dark.