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

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Après Moi (1/3)

[anonymous]

They were meant to be together forever. That was what Lea promised, that was the first part, the way they looked at each other, those careless, easy smiles. When they used to play together, when they were the world to each other, that’s when Isa was enough for Lea. Once those were no longer their names, Saïx helped Axel, because he wished someone had done the same for him when he was new, when he’d been the first to arrive, finding a twelve year old boy was senior to him. Saïx gave Axel training, confidence, skills - and then watched as he walked away to use them on other people. And now, there’s something going on between those at the ass-end of the pecking order, and he just knows Axel’s involved, just knows there’s something there which he will never tell Saïx, not now, not now that he’s taken all he can and become what he wants to be. There are whispers, but nothing concrete, and when Saïx is sent to spy, all he catches is Roxas, slipping out of Axel’s room, clothes in disarray, face flushed. It may not mean anything to Xemnas, but to Saïx, it’s like a needle through him, like Vexen’s standing over him with the scalpel once more, and he can’t bring himself to look at Roxas anymore, not even when giving orders. If the blond has noticed it, he doesn’t say anything, and Saïx likes to think this is because he’s not bright enough to know that there’s anything wrong. Axel knows, though, can see it even when he’s avoiding his gaze, and keeps flicking his eyes between his old lover and his new conquest, as if trying to warn Saïx off. As if the redhead doesn’t know that everyone is warned off Roxas, for fear of waking up the boy who wants to slaughter them all. Saïx can’t hurt the lover who comes after him, but he can make him afraid. Roxas flinches back whenever the blue-haired man comes near, now, and it’s delicious to feel that frisson of power over him, that strength that Axel drains from him with every smile and wink. By one, at least, he is considered a threat. And really, that should teach Axel something, although it won’t. It should teach Axel to watch his back.

They’re paired together at last in a way Saïx can’t get out of, can’t reassign and renumber to make it so the redhead doesn’t come within fifty feet of him when he’s supposed to be doing his job. They end up back to back, fighting for their lives, and Saïx hates the pressure, the warmth of the body pressed to him, hates the way he wants to melt into it, to wrap his arms around the redhead and hear Lea say that he’s got a plan, that they’ll be okay, that they’ll survive whatever happens to them. He knows it would be a lie, but right now, panting with exertion, driving his claymore into yet more enemies, he doesn’t care. He wants his comforting, bright, laughing lover back, not this indolent, offensive layabout who crept into his lover’s body one day when he wasn’t looking. Oh, he’s aware he’s changed too, but for the better - to be more regimented, more ordered - and besides, he hadn’t changed enough not to long for Axel when the redhead was first handed to him for training, hadn’t changed enough that he didn’t remember being in love, and how much it hurt to have that torn from him. He hadn’t stopped wanting, so why has Axel? Why isn’t he good enough anymore? He bites his tongue when the last enemies are done with, and Axel makes wisecracks and slings an arm around him, like they’re friends, as if he never broke their promise. They swore they’d -
Not that it matters, Saïx thinks, as he shrugs the arm off and stalks towards the portal, shouldering all his icy demeanour like putting on a coat, because clearly that promise never meant anything to Isa, so why should it mean anything to Axel? They were going to be lovers and rule the worlds, and now look at them. Just another cog in an enormous, broken machine.

Re: Après Moi (2/3)

[anonymous]

He gets his chance late one night, Axel working late with Vexen, because he was ordered, rather than out of duty. That’s a rare word for Axel, but Saïx knows how he can get it to work for him.
“Axel.” He says, pleasantly, and the redhead pauses, “Something to discuss. In private.”
“I’ve got people to see.” Axel says, and goes to move past him.
“So you’re not interested in a little fun?” Saïx purrs, and he hates that he’s using that tone again, especially to Axel, but he watches the redhead respond.
“Oh?”
“Come on.” He leads the way to the room, and pushes Axel through the door, letting him land on the bed, ass in the air. It just reminds Saïx of everything he isn’t having.

He never let Isa in like this, and he’s never let Saïx, but he’s not stupid, he knows that Axel’s let the little brat top, more than once, probably because it was the only way to convince the little prince into bed. This was something he said he’d never give up, not to the one who knew him best, or to the only one to support him when they both came to the castle. This is something he has only given up for the child who sleeps in the last room down the hall, and what does that say about him, really?
“What the hell?” Axel says, rising from the bed.
“You’re going to take it.” Saïx says, bile at the back of his throat, bitter and tense as he moves towards his prey, “And you’re going to beg me for it.”
“Not a fucking chance.” Axel snarls back, lashing out with a fist, but Saïx is used to that, oh how used to it from countless nights on his back for Xemnas, and catches the hand, squeezing, digging his nails in, until Axel whimpers.
“You’re going to take it.” Saïx repeats, and grasps both hands in one of his, reaching down to unzip the coat. Axel bites his lip, but doesn’t say anything, doesn’t react. That’s not trustworthy, so the blue-haired man keeps a careful eye out for his hands, watching for any tell-tale flicker of fire. Or course, Axel always used to lose the ability when he was nervous, when he first started, until he gained that cocksure attitude which meant he stopped being nervous of anything. This, perhaps, is enough to make him so. Saïx smiles, all his teeth showing, and wonders how far he can push this before Axel remembers he has a defence against him.
“Clothes off.” He says, off-hand, and begins to remove his own coat. Axel doesn’t bolt for the door, doesn’t clench a fist like he does when he’s trying to use a portal to get away, just goes still for a second, then begins to undress himself. Once the coat is off, he seems to realise what he’s doing, a portal starts to shimmer behind him, but it’s too late by then. Saïx is naked when he grabs those pale arms, and shifts his fingers to claws for a second, raking them through clothing until it falls off.
“You’re still so perfect.” Saïx says, quietly, then, and Axel glances at his body, a criss-cross of scars and bruises, and then looks away, like he feels guilty. This makes something flicker inside Saïx, and he backhands the redhead across the face, sending him reeling towards the bed.
“The fuck was - ”
“I said you were going to take it. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Axel looks to the door, and Saïx pounces, pressing him into the bed, feet still on the floor, and it’s easy, now, to kick his feet apart and bite at the juncture of shoulder and neck, worrying at the spot like an animal.
“You’ll regret this.” Axel says, low and full or promise, and Saïx just laughs and spits into his hand, slicking himself up. He pauses, considering whether or not to give Axel a little prep or not, when the redhead bucks upwards, trying to throw him off. A rake of claws across his back soon puts paid to that idea, and Saïx presses in, expecting resistance, and growling when he finds very little.

Re: Après Moi (3/3)

[anonymous]

“Takes you often, does he? Decided it’s not less than manly now that he wants it from you.”
“So this is about Roxas.” Axel says, and Saïx bites him again, until he makes a low, screaming noise in his throat.
“This is about us, you idiot, it’s always been about us. You thought we’d promise and then you could just walk away?”
“You did. You joined before me, you lost me - ”
“It was an accident.” Saïx manages, his voice cracking as he thrusts in, taking the scream as payment for all the pain he’s suffered, “I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”
“You never meant to do anything.” Axel says, and he’s pushing back into the thrusts now, enjoying it, and if he’d just shut up then Saïx could pretend this was all happening years ago, and that nothing would ever come between them.
“Because you’ve always meant everything you did to hurt me.” Saïx whispers, and hates himself for being so weak that he’s let Axel be in charge, even now. He shoves back in, viciously, tearing another scream from Axel’s throat, but it’s not enough, it will never be enough for what’s been done to him, what’s been done to them - but it’s almost enough to send him over the edge. He pulls out, easily shoving Axel into the wall, and pushes him to his knees. His hand moves furiously as he comes, spilling himself over Axel’s mouth and chin, and for once, the redhead just sits there, as if he can’t believe what’s happened.
“Now, about this coup.” He says, dressing as Axel sits there, like a lifeless doll.
“Coup, Isa? But….” the redhead says, and his voice seems like it’s coming from a long way away. Maybe it is, maybe it’s coming through from the past, when this life seemed so full of promise. Saïx isn’t sure, now, why he thought this would make him feel any better.
“Don’t flatter yourself that I don’t know what you’re doing, Axel,” Saïx snarls, teeth bared, “We’ll meet again, in the next life and the first you’ll know of it is when I rip your deceitful little heart from your chest.”
Axel is left, leaning against the wall for support, eyes wide, semen splattered across his face. He takes a deep breath, gathers himself, and wipes his face with a hand. He’s not sure what he’d be feeling, if he could, but he suspects it would be something close to betrayal. Well, he thinks, wry smile coming back, why not repay like with like?

Not OP but...

[anonymous]

BRILLIANCE. SHEER AND UTTER BRILLIANCE, I SAY. :) It's like the Saix/Axel fic we all need but wasn't there UNTIL NOW.

Also my heart broke a little at the end there. So sad, but this sums up their relationship perfectly, all the anger and hurt and betrayal in it. It broke my heart.

(And very sexy too Anon. OH YES INDEEDY.) Fantastic work!

Re: Not OP but...

[anonymous]

Glad you enjoyed it. Saw the prompt and thought 'hey, I do angst' and it just worked.
And yay for sexy. *nodnodnod*