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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Playing Games; Happily Ever After (3)

[anonymous]

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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.

Re: Playing Games; Happily Ever After (3)

[anonymous]

“Well, who am I to refuse?” the blond smiled, and watched as Saïx eased down into place. He shifted in place and continued lapping away the pattern of blood spread over the pale chest below him. Games were all very well and nice, but somehow, this was better, more real. The taste of sweet copper, and the feeling of completion of having someone deep inside. Vexen's skin may have been cool, but other parts of him were not; hot and growing all the more throbbing with Saix's almost dainty movements. He enjoyed the control, and the grind of his own erection trapped between them as he moved.
“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.

Re: Playing Games; Happily Ever After (3)

[anonymous]

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