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... )
“Come in.”
The door opened, and in came Saïx, wearing a short red cloak with a hood, and not much else. A small basket was hooked over his arm. A blush was creeping over his face, making the pinkness of the blush bled into the flush of his scar. He looked uncertainly about the room, until his eyes lighted on the bed, where a familiar blond head emerged from the covers. A smile curled up the edges of his mouth at the sight. Vexen's hair had been tied back into a tail between his shoulder blades, and his hair was also held back by a band with large, furry ears. That wasn't what was making Saïx smile, though. It was the ruffled nightcap on top of that that was making it hard to keep a straight face. It probably would have been worse if he hadn't always found Vexen's wire-rimmed glasses, which he was also wearing, so incredibly attractive. A faint smile was ghosting across Vexen's face as well, and he shifted under the blanket.
“Hello Gramma.” Saïx jaw dropped into a grin, but he managed not to laugh, that would ruin the game.
“Hello Little Red Riding Hood.” A hand, wearing what appeared to be a furry glove, patted the edge of the bed. Saïx strolled over and sat where indicated.
“My... what bright eyes you've got.”
“The better to see you with.” The look he gave Saïx was lavacious, and it made Saïx shiver agreeably as those bright green eyes raked over him, almost as tangible as a touch. He set the basket down on the bed beside him. What was next? Oh yes. He traced his fingertips over the furry glove on the blanket. Were those claws hidden in the fur? Oh this was going to be interesting.
“And what... big hands you have.”
“The better to touch you with.” Vexen's hand tilted up covering his, and trailing soft silky fur over the bare skin of his arm. Saïx shifted to allow better access as the hand with those small hidden tips adding extra sensation against his skin trailed up and untied the broad red ribbon holding the cape in place.
Vexen had been right this was entertaining. The give and take power dynamic of this set up was exceptionally appealing. Vexen raised an eyebrow, hand resting softly on Saïx's shoulder as the ribbon slid from his fingers, being pulled by the weight of the cloak. He was waiting? Right- it was Saïx's turn.
“What strong arms you have.”
“The better to hold you with, and he wrapped his arms around Saïx and pulled him close, fur covered hands shifting to hold him closely, and stroke gently up Saïx's now bare back making him shiver again.
“And what big ears you have.” He reached up and touched them, finding that they were made of the same soft fur as the gloves.
“The better to hear the sounds you make.”
Saïx gave a soft chuckle, as the fur tickled his back as Vexen's hand ran over it. He shifted, moving closer, and feeling the shape of the older man's body through the blanket. Feel the arousal growing, near inexplicably, except he simply had that affect on Vexen.
“And what a pretty mouth you have.”
“The better to kiss you with.” Despite their roles, the kiss was everything the blue haired man could want, warm, and wet. It went on for long moments, parting slightly, then coming together again, Vexen's gloved hands moving over his flesh, as they shifted, until Saïx was quite comfortably sitting in Vexen's lap. The older man's teeth tugged gently on Saïx's lower lip and settled back against the head board, hands resting gently on his hips. Saïx panted, unable to hide how Vexen's kisses undid his reserve, eyes narrow, pupils so dilated that the yellow was only a thin ring, and his pupils looked perfectly normal. After a few deep breaths he managed to get his voice back into control.
“What... what a big... what big... teeth you have.”
“The better to eat you with, my dear.” and he rolled Saïx onto his back, pinning him to the bed, and devoured him.
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Vexen in wire-rimmed glasses = sexy beyond reason.
Also, Saix in a short red cape and nothing else makes anon very happy. ^.^
Nice roleswitching!
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The soft, furry gloves had concealed claws- not dangerously sharp, but sharp enough that Saïx suspected Vexen was taking the opportunity to get a little low-impact vengeance for the long gouges that Saïx left on him from time to time.
Vexen lay half tangled in the blankets and sheets, silly nightcap discarded, but the rest of the costume in place, as he caught his breath. Saïx had been charmed by the tail and now that they weren't engaged
in the game, he took some time to see how it was attached. After some search, he discovered a near-invisible band circling Vexen's slender waist. He traced the band with his fingertip, and smiled to himself, reaching across the bed to the basket, which was precariously balanced. The basket had contained small cakes, wine, and lube, all of which had been frightfully abused.
But at the bottom of the basket was one more thing. And Saïx smirked.
Feeling a soft touch down his spine, Vexen opened sleepy emerald eyes to blink at Saïx, who trailed his hand down over his spine, and his buttocks, stroking the furry tail.
“mmm?” he inquired quietly.
“The story isn't over yet, Big Bad Wolf.” purred Saïx.
“Isn't it?” Vexen rolled over onto his back, and propped himself partly upright with his hands against the mattress. “I trust you're not planning on getting a woodsman involved...”
“Oh no.” A hand pressed down on his shoulder. And he felt something cold and hard press to his stomach. “This little red hood can rescue himself... he simply needs to cut himself free of the wolf.”
Vexen shivered, spotting the short, sharp looking blade that was pressed to his flesh just above his navel. His eyes remained lazy and unworried, as the blade made it's way up his chest. His hands lay on the pillow up by his head, focusing on the feel of the knife against his skin. When it finally cut his skin, drawing a faint line of blood, which pooled in the hollow if his throat, he gasped. Saïx smiled wolfishly, straddling the blond's hips. He dipped his finger in the blood and drew it down the pale skin of the other man's chest, making patterns in the sanguine liquid. The shallow cut bled easily, but was not so deep as to hurt the older man. When the first cut stopped bleeding he made a second, this one just above the blond's hips, continuing the pattern. He drew his bloodied fingers over his lips and sucked the blood from his fingers.
“So you wish to escape from the wolf then?” Vexen breathed.
“Perhaps it just needs to be cleaned, and then I can wear the wolf's skin.” bending down he set the knife aside and licked a clean line down Vexen's blood-patterned chest. This was Saïx liked and Vexen had to admit it had grown on him somewhat, more when Saïx used a nice sanitary knife as opposed to his nails. But it was the hot swipes of Saïx's soft pink tongue that made it hard for him to hold still.
“In your death throws, wolfie?” chuckled Saïx “You're not sounding so good.” He rolled his tongue across one nipple, and continued to lick the blood away. “And it appears rigor mortis is setting in. In parts at least.” He shifted in place and Vexen grinned. He moved to grab a hold of Saïx but the blue haired man grabbed his hands and pinned them against the mattress.
“No moving. You're dead.”
“You expect me not to move?” Vexen said, eyes opening wide. “And what are you going to do?”
“Anything I want to.” Saïx smiled with sharp teeth, and rubbed backwards against Vexen's growing interest.
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“Are we going to change the game now?” Vexen asked, clearly frustrated by Saïx's insistence he not move.
“Mmm I don't know; to what? If I hold you in a lover's embrace no matter what you transform into, will you turn back to my true love?” He gave a squeeze and lay himself down on top of the lanky form below him. “If I strike off your head with a single blow, will I get a handsome prince?” He tangled his fingers in long blond hair, picking it free of it's tail, and discarding the silly costume ears. They looked to big to be a proper wolf's ears anyhow.
“Are you a princess needing rescue then?” Taking their discussion as tact permission to end the game Vexen shifted in place, getting more comfortable, reaching up and pulling the play gloves off then resting his hands on Saïx's hips, stroking along soft flesh. “So many transformations.” he added. “One would think you weren't satisfied.” He yelped as Saïx bit down sharply on his neck.
“Don't be an ass, sweetmeat.” Saïx growled. “It's not my fault fairy tales are kinky little things.” They kissed, and part of Vexen's mind was bothered that he was bothered less and less by the taste of his own blood in Saïx's mouth. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he pulled Saïx against him as he leaned back against the headboard. Saïx mumbled appreciatively as they shifted, looping his legs around Vexen's waist and his arms around his neck.
“Perhaps you're a prince in need of rescue.” he murmured, lips barely brushing against the older man's as he spoke “And I should go on a quest to find you; walking to the ends of the earth in iron shoes to find where the witch has buried your heart.”
“It wasn't any witch that took my heart, Saïx.” Vexen's voice as almost sad. He rocked against Saïx though eyes lazy with arousal. A half-dried trail of blood had trailed down his neck from before, and the last of it was making it's way back downward, in obedience to the laws of gravity. Golden eyes followed it, and he licked his lips before dipping his head to suck the blood from pale skin.
“Mm. Screw fairy tales anyway.” Saïx muttered into the skin still held between his lips. “They're all allagorys anyway.”
“Should we make our own happy ending?” murmured the blond into his ear. Was that a joke? Saïx chuckled anyway, surging against his lover.
“Oh yes.”
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Annon is kind of confused, but she has another chapter with Blood!kink Saix, of which she is very fond, and much sideways references of fairytales.
So she thought you might like.
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Also, I have a feeling it's pretty obvious who I am. BUT WHO CARES.
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