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... )
Ienzo had loved Xeahnort, and Zexion still ached for Xemnas, but since VII had appeared, the silver haired nobody had not looked at the Schemer once, not for relief for lust, and only rarely with a task only he could preform.
He had to have the lowest rank; Xemnas had explained, or else it would seem favoritism. It wasn't as if the numbers meant anything.
Numbers ALWAYS meant something. Even 'zero' meant something. Zexion should have known better.
And he was forced to look at the fawning, unintellectual neophyte, who took his place in Xemnas's bed, and a place of power, while, fallen from favor, he languished, forgotten, in shadows.
Shadows.
His domain.
As time passed, his resentment grew, but he stayed calm, unruffled and waited. The time would come, and opportunity would present itself. In the mean time, perhaps if he remained competent and steady, Xemnas might yet come to his senses, and return to him.
Unworthy.
Ugly.
Dog.
Who needed to be taught his place. And though Zexion might not be far above him, he was certainly above him.
Zexion lacked the physical strength to prove his point in a way that the uncultured berserker would understand, but he hand intelligence and power; and that would be good enough. Good enough to show Saix that he would never be good enough.
The fact that Saix didn't see it coming was only more proof of his uselessness, in Zexion's mind. If he couldn't see the plots and traps of the world, how would he possibly help Xemnas?
"Zexion?" the blue haired man asked, nostrils flareing. "What is this?" He strained agianst the pin Zexion's shadow clones held him in, and the slim bookish boy fingered the pages of his Lexicon before picking a passage, and drawing it out, the book transforming and Saix found himself looking down the blade of his own weapon; held with surprising ease by the helpless looking schemer.
"What do you think you are doing, sniffing after him like a bitch in heat?"
"What?" the calm voice of the diviner was infuriating. "Sniffing after who?"
Zexion snorted. "As I thought. There is nothing special about you at all, Seven."
"You don't know that, you're awfully quick to judge." the slightly taller man's golden eyes flicked back and forth, trying to figure out a way out of the situation, but Zexion had thought about this for far longer, and the diviner was quite trapped. The clones began stripping away the other man's clothing.
"What are you doing?!" demanded Saix, head tossing and a flash of fang showing for the first time.
"Teaching you your place. You are not better than me."
"I never said I was-" Small hands fisted in his hair and yanked his head back, exposing his throat.
Zexion had seen Saix practicing his skills. If there was one thing that the neophyte had, it was strength. To have him spread out and helpless before him gave the schemer a thrill of power he could not ignore. As the hands of the real Zexion touched bare, moon pale flesh, Saïx growled, deep in his chest, the rumbles telegraphing through his skin.
"See how quickly you revert to the beast?" taunted Zexion. "I will roll you on your back and prove that you have nothing to be proud of." With surprising savagery, he bit at the exposed throat, and Saïx whimpered.
When Zexion thrust his fingers into Saïx violating him, the blue haired man made a sudden yelp, then ground his teeth together to prevent further noise. The fingers were not about preparation so much as invasion.
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The next invasion was worse.
Despite Zexion's petite stature, he was an adult, developed, and quite well equipped.
IT was accompanied by a brutal invasion of Saix's mind that focused everything on the attack, the humiliation, and the worst things that had ever happened to him. At the same time linking them to pleasure, to arousal, and making him, somehow like it.
Saix had never seen zexion's power. He wished, devoutly, with what little thought remained, that he never had.
When it was over, the blue haired man couldn't bring himself to move, instead he lay still.
"Have I proved my point?" Zexion's voice came, and Saix managed to lever himself to his hands and knees, looking at the elder.
"You have made your point" he growled, low and uneven.
"Good." The schemer wrapped his shadows around him and disappeared.
Saix remained glaring with baeful golden eyes at where Zexion had been for a long time, sanity far from his gaze.
It came down to this: The wolf would not back down from the challenge.
(Never even tried to write hate!fuck before. Wanted to try. Is okay?)
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I always thought these two would have something like this going on, since they're each the cutoffs of where the Original Six ends and where the neophytes begin (yet Saix, it seemed to me, was treated like he had the higher status).
I liked the beginning a lot, the dialogue and Zexion's inner thoughts.
Maybe it could of used more description of the actual sex, but sometimes things are better when kept vague/subtle.
I liked it a lot, though. Thanks again!
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