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... )
Only slightly AU.
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It was a mistake to send the replica to them, Vexen realizes. A very, very bad miscalculation.
A dagger, some sort of weak acid on it, trails down his chest. The acid leaves welts on Vexen's skin, but the dagger doesn't break the skin. Not yet, the replica's smirk promises. Not yet, not yet.
He should have seen this coming. Should have expected it; after Naminé and Larxene and Marluxia, there's no reason why the clone would feel any loyalty to his creator.
Of course, he hadn't thought that Naminé's memory-spell, her complete rewrite of the replica's past, would allow for these sorts of actions. Certainly the fake identity that had been made specifically for him had no reason to attack Vexen, to strap him to one of his own work-tables and assault him like this.
But here they are, and the replica's face seems to promise revenge, revenge, though he doesn't say a thing. Vexen wishes he would; any logic that the clone can come up with can be refuted, he's sure of that.
But the replica offers no logic, only actions. Actions that speak louder than words, as he circles one of Vexen's nipples with the acid-coated dagger.
Vexen's standard black coat is cut, torn, ripped irreparably, but that's nothing compared to what the replica is doing to his body. Or will be doing. There are a number of acids on the small table next to the one Vexen's strapped to, and the replica will probably be making good use of the others soon enough.
"You know," the replica finally says, loud in the previously quiet (besides Vexen's grunts and hisses of pain) room, "you shouldn't have given me to Larxene first." He says it almost conversationally, almost nonchalantly, as he reaches for a large phial.
"I had no -- ahhh!" The replica smirks as acid, stronger than the other, splashes onto Vexen's chest.
"Oops," he says, setting the phial aside. The dagger is now bubbling as the acids react -- violently -- to each other.
The acid-splash on his chest burns like hell, and the bubbling dagger burns as well as the clone sketches numbers into his skin, still without cutting him. There's a precision there, Vexen notes abstractly, a precision in hurting, but only just so. He can respect that skill. It's something the replica undoubtedly picked up from Larxene.
"I don't think that weakling Riku likes pain very much," the replica states as he finishes an I. "Because he's a weakling. And a good guy." The replica rolls his eyes, starting to trace a V next to the I. "So I couldn't have gotten it from there. It must've been Larxene that made me like this. And since you're the one who handed me over to her, it's your fault."
"What did -- what are you talking about?" Vexen chokes out between gasps.
The replica smirks at him, pulling away to admire his work. "Does it hurt?"
"Of course, you twit," Vexen snarls. "Acid--"
The replica shoves a hand in his face, darkness flickering in his palm. "Spare me the lecture."
Vexen opens his mouth to ask what he's doing, when the replica shifts slightly, and suddenly Vexen knows. He grits his teeth, mentally calculating his chances if his suspicions are confirmed.
He figures that he's dead, and at worst he'll be both violated and killed by his creation. He's not quite sure which part bothers him the most.
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Whatever the case may be, the replica is certainly just as skilled at getting his own pleasure while denying Vexen any as he is with that dagger. Vexen knows human anatomy -- built the replica -- and so he knows that this, this thing is rutting on him without giving anything in return. He growls, snarls, glares at it, but all it does is smirk back and taunt him.
"I suppose you never got used to pain, did you, Vexen? Not like I did. You have no idea--" and he breaks off to groan, trembling, dagger almost slipping in his grip. Vexen winces, tries to flinch away from the acidic surface of the weapon.
After a moment, the replica regains control of himself, eyes strangely bright as he locks gazes with Vexen.
"I'm going to rip you apart until you don't know who you are anymore, and I'm going to enjoy it. And when I'm done, you're going to die."
And the dagger comes down, flashing in the light of the room. Even as the replica gets off, Vexen's skin is torn, ripped, not bloody but resembling his robe more than a body. And the replica begins it again, and again, and again, until he's trembling so hard that he almost can't sit up straight.
Then, he pulls out, completely, finally, and Vexen relaxes, dizzy with shock and pain. He almost thinks this is it, he'll survive.
His essence bleeds into the air of the room as the replica pours acid after acid onto his body, not seeming to care what they do or how they react to one another. His expression is blank and his eyes are cold, and the last thing Vexen sees before he is gone is the dagger the replica had been using all along.
One of Larxene's daggers.
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Not OP, but wow this pushed all my happy buttons. Poor Vexen, I love to torture him or see him tortured. X3 And Repliku is whoadamnsexy. I love the little twist he gives with the 'It's all your fault.' Yes. I like.
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Delicious, you've made me so very happy.
Ah, I enjoy Vexen's pain far too much.
I can't help but want to say Larx taught the replica well.
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