Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
and on delicious here
Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
Vexen sulked in a corner of the castle's basement.
"Idiotic boy... insolent fool has no place defeating ME, even if he IS the keybearer..." He didn't want to admit, even to himself, that he just wasn't good enough.
"And yet he managed to emerge the victor. How... disappointing."
Vexen's blonde head snapped around to glare at whomever had come to disrupt his self-pity. The glare melted right off his face, however, as soon as he saw exactly who it was.
"Ah... er... Number XI. What brings you to... erm, here?" He gestured awkwardly around the small, dimly-lit room.
"Well, it is my castle, Number IV," Marluxia said condescendingly. "I don't believe I need a reason to be anywhere in my own castle."
"No it isn't," Vexen mumbled.
"I'm sorry, care to repeat that, Number IV?"
"Ah, nothing, Marluxia, just talking to myself," Vexen said hastily. Normally he would have had an argument with Marluxia about whose castle it really was- just because Marluxia was in charge didn't necessarily mean he owned the place- but he had already failed to kill that little brat of a keybearer, and he didn't really want to provoke Marluxia at the moment.
Marluxia, unfortunately, had both a good sense of what Vexen was thinking and very good ears. "This is my castle, Number IV, and you would do well to remember that here, I am your master."
Something in the other man's voice disturbed Vexen slightly. "I'm not sure that's-"
"You know, I have been quite bored with castle life lately," Marluxia interrupted, crossing the room to stand before Vexen and slouching a bit in an almost relaxed manner. "Don't you feel the same?"
Vexen shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I'm not sure, my experiments have been more that enough to-"
Marluxia seemed to perk up instantly. "Experiments? Now there's an idea... Vexen, I have decided that as punishment for failing to kill the runt, you are going to assist me in conducting an experiment."
Now, this was enough to get Vexen's fur bristling. "I, an assistant? I think not! If there are going to be any experiments around here, it will be you who is the assistant, Marluxia," he snapped out.
Marluxia took a step forward, and he was now encroaching upon Vexen's personal space. This, Vexen did not like one bit. Why else would his weapon be a sheild?
"Number IV." Marluxia's voice was an octave lower that normal. "You are going to assist me in this experiment, or you are going to suffer greatly for it."
Vexen opened his mouth to voice his very obvious discomfort, when, quite suddenly, two great green vines shot up from the floor beneath him.
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"What on- Number XI! What is the-" He had to smother an undignified shriek of surprise as they wrapped around his arms.
The vines dragged Vexen down and he couldn't smother the shriek and the sound of the air being forced from his lungs as he met the ground. "What is the meaning of this?" he cried out as he struggled against the vines to get to his knees.
"Why, it's only my experiment, Number VI," Marluxia purred dangerously. He snapped his fingers to cause two more vines to shoot out of the ground. These two wrapped around his calves and dragged his legs apart a bit.
Another vine shot from the ground as Marluxia reached for the bottom zipper of his coat. The fifth vine wrapped around Vexen's neck and he winced to realize that these were rose vines and they were not de-thorned. "We're told we have no emotions, so how is it that I can experience lust?"
"Chemical impulses from the brain, seritonin levels, not truly an emotion," Vexen mumbled as he tried to detach his consciousness from this humilitating task.
"Hmm, perhaps," Marluxia agreed as he pulled down the zipper of his leather pants, freeing his erection.
Vexen hit reality again with a jerk from the rose vine digging into his neck and found himself face to face with Marluxia's cock. There was a flash of light out of the corner of his eyes as Marluxia said, "If you bite, I'll slice you in half."
"Number XI! You cannot possibly espect me to perform such a-" Vexen began hissing out, but was cut off as the vine around his neck tightened slightly, nearly embedding its thorns in his neck.
"Of course that is what I expect, Vexen. I thought you would be intelligent enough to catch onto this situation a bit quicker, but I suppose I was wrong." Marluxia lazily brought one of his hands down to tug on the other man's hair.
Vexen swallowed, but knew, in theory, what to do. He had never done this before. In his younger days, before becoming a nobody, he had been on the recieving end, but never the giving. His lips parted and he licked them to moisten them before flattening his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. He slowly lowered his head to Marluxia's groin and let the large organ fill his mouth until it hit the back of his throat.
He gagged and barely prevented himself from biting down in pain as another rose vine moved along the back of his pants, under his cloak. A whimper of pain escaped the back of his throat as the vine found its way into his pants and down to the secret place never meant to be touched this way.
Marluxia, not liking how slow Vexen was going about this, suddenly thrust forward, making Vexen gag. 'Breath through the nose, breathe through the nose,' he repeated to himself as a silent matra as the rose vine penetrated his ass and he choked on Marluxia's dick. Tears of pain welled in his eyes as Marluxia began to thrust. He couldn't remember that nobodies didn't need to breathe, not being alive with a heart to pump oxygenated blood. He couldn't remember that a portal of darkness could take him away from this, though, for how long?
Marluxia continued to thrust, enjoying the color that was coming to the pale features of Vexen. Red was beginning to trickle down the blond's neck as blue crept up his face. Thrust, thrust, thrust. His hips moved at the same rhythm as the rose vines deep inside the virginal ass of the other.
Vexen knew he was bleeding from multiple wounds, and perhaps these were what he should have been more concerned about, but he couldn't think of anything but the need to breath. Suddenly, and withouth warning, a thick, milky fluid was squirting into his throat and he really was choking.
Marluxia came with a groan of pleasure, the image of Vexen violated from every orfice bringing him off better than any romps with Larxene. He pulled himself out, wiping the moisture and cum off on Vexen's hair. He tucked himself back into his pants, zipped himself up, and turned to leave, removing the vines in the process.
He stopped just in front of the door. "Next time, Vexen, consider that just because you were here first does not mean you are the stronger one." Then he swept out of the room like nothing had happened.
Vexen collapsed as the support from the vines disappeared.
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