Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme

[kokanshu]

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

Comments

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[anonymous]

This is all I have written. I'm still pretty sure it's not what you wanted, and since I started writing it it's been jossed severely by BBS. So let's call it a sort-of-AU? Because otherwise I've got absolutely nothing to give you, and I know I've left you waiting a fucking long time now. Sorry about that. And I'm sorry it's not finished, either. My KH muses and writing muses in general have been lacking for a while now.

Salamander

The elders had been human before they'd been Nobody, Roxas knew that. I through to VI gained their affinity in the process, as if the heart leaving had made room for something more. The neophytes, though, they were something different. VII onwards had all been created from the shell of something different, and as a Nobody was nothing but body, biology was something of an important matter. Saïx came from a feral world with three moons, dark cults governing the people with rituals and divination; Larxene from a cityscape of electro-junkies, pumping themselves full of currents and technology in order to find the next great high. Marluxia and Luxord had both been caught by the first wave of Heartless to hit Wonderland, residents of the strange woods there; Demyx a mermaid's bastard half-breed son, heart taken when Captain Hook lost control of the armies he'd led to Neverland. Roxas has no idea what he'd been, considers grimly sometimes that he may have been some sort of sprite, those annoying fairies that bob around as little glowing balls in The Enchanted Dominion and Neverland. It sort of makes sense, considering his stature and affinity with light.

He's never asked Axel what he'd been, where he'd come from. Or maybe Axel never told him. Either way, it might have been good to know before they started fucking that Axel hailed from a race of part reptilian people who had the tendency to mess around with their biological sex when they thought survival of the species was at risk. Although not consiously, as Axel keeps telling him. Not intentionally.

"Really," he says, for possibly the hundredth time. "I completely forgot about it."

Roxas rolls his eyes, pushing Axel back onto the bed. "Yes Axel," he murmurs. "You've said." For someone so hot on memorising things, Axel really likes to repeat himself.

"You don't believe me." Axel turns his head to the side on the pillow, sounding disappointed. Roxas has known for ages that all the attitude and snark have hidden something of a vulnerable neediness, but it's never been so noticable before. The hormones are messing with him, giving him minor and sometimes explosive (literally) mood swings, anxiety, food cravings for some of the oddest things. And those are just the basics, the ones Roxas knows how to deal with.

"I believe you," he says, running his tongue along one prominant clavicle. He's not lying. Axel is the last person he can imagine wanting to get knocked up - not that he'd imagined it possible for Axel to get knocked up. Before it happened.

Axel shifts under his mouth and hands, agitated by his reply, but he's not really fighting and Roxas keeps him pinned with no effort. Another side effect of his current condition: he seems to crave any and all attention Roxas will give him, surrenders to it easily when before there'd always been at least a bit of a struggle over who topped. Roxas misses it, a little, but it's not as if Axel could really do a decent job at the moment anyway. He can wait.

He unzips Axel's coat, having to lean back to get it undone all the way. Then he tugs his gloves off with his teeth, dropping them to the side and sliding his bare hands underneath the leather, pushing it aside to frame the pale skin of Axel's torso. He runs his hands over Axel's chest, his ribs, his flanks. His skin is hot, has always been hotter than Roxas' but blazes under his fingers now, his body doing all it can to make itself a warm, safe place for the eggs inside him to incubate.