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... )
“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” the man responded, ignoring the question. Axel’s eyes widened.
“What the fuck, man? I just came in to get out of the rain, and you’re grabbing me and scaring the living crap out of me! You don’t get to ask questions, okay?”
“Correction.” Motions smooth, the man reached into his jacket, pulled out a gun, levelled it with the effortlessness of experience right between the redhead’s eyes. Axel froze. “You are within the legal premises of the ShinRa Global Corporation without a permit or proper identification - you ask no questions, you get no answers, and you respond to me immediately.”
“Or what?” Axel dared to ask, eyes fixed on the dark barrel. “You’ll shoot me? I told you, I just came in to get out of the rain - there wasn’t even anyone at the gate to stop me!”
The man stilled. “I beg your pardon?” His expression closed, he went to check at the guard’s station, leaving Axel blinking and clutching his chest, where his heart, if he’d actually owned one, would have been pounding from the relief of non-imminent death. He’d been given strict instructions with this mission: No chakrams. No materialising flames or weapons out of thin air. Low profile. They were still in the scouting stages with this world, and Xemnas was opposed to stirring any unnecessary trouble, lest the keyblader - the goody-two-shoes one, not Roxas - be drawn prematurely and stop them.
“Well, shit.” The man’s voice echoed back to him. A minute later, he was on a cell phone, saying, “The night-watchman’s gone, no sign of struggle - find him.” He stalked back toward Axel, listening for a moment, before his gaze cut up, hard. “One witness. I’ll bring him along for questioning. Keep Rude with the President, understand? Do not leave him alone!” He hung up without so much as a good-bye.
“Whoa, buddy, I am not your witness, right?” the redhead demanded.
“I don’t see anyone else around here, do you?” came the blunt reply. The gun was out again, waving him over towards the nearest vehicle. “Hands on the car, legs spread - do it now.”
“You know what?” Axel lost patience with the attitude - this pompous little fuck had no idea who he was messing with. “You can shove it up your ass. I’ve got somewhere to be.” A bullet was shot, and Axel fell against the car, clutching his arm, gasping for air. “What - what?” He’d been shot? The look in the man’s eyes was cold.
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“The President has been receiving death threats lately, from an unknown source. For the last several nights, someone’s been coming in here and scrawling messages on the far wall. There is no way in hell that I’m letting you leave this building alone - not while your heart still beats.”
Axel snorted, then burst out laughing despite himself. “No shit, sweetheart. I guess I qualify to get out of here alone, then.” Beads of sweat popped out of his forehead, the pain intense. He hadn’t brought along anything stronger than a Potion, figuring he’d barely even need that - this was gonna hurt in the morning. He pulled his hand from above his elbow, wincing at the sight of the blood staining it. Not understanding the irony of his statement, the dark-haired man approached slowly, another bullet already more than prepared to be released. “What’s your name?”
The redhead sighed, closed his eyes. “Axel. My name is Axel, okay? I didn’t know anyone was threatening your President, I swear, I just came in to get out of the rain.”
The man’s eyes flicked down to Axel’s coat, taking in the saturated appearance. He paused. “You are quite wet,” he conceded. The gun came up. “Take off your coat, slowly. Don’t make any sharp movements.”
Axel groaned. “Fine. Whatever. I just want to go home. Can I go if I’m unarmed?”
“We’ll see,” the man replied calmly. Sighing, seeing no way around this without summoning his chakrams and fighting - and frankly, he preferred this to Xemnas’ wrath for disobeying - Axel unzipped his Organization coat, shrugged it off. There was a low clatter as he dropped it to the ground, the Potion rolling out of one pocket. He shivered, suddenly bare from the waist up - he never bothered wearing a shirt under the coat, because, come on, he was fire - but in the rain, he was dampened. He just wasn’t as strong like this. He scowled, folding his arms over his stomach, the biceps of his right one bleeding slowly. He noticed the man staring. “Okay, what now? It’s kind of obvious I’m not packing.”
“Pants,” came the cool reply.
“Dude, the only pistol I’m packing is too hot for your ass to handle,” Axel snorted. Nevertheless, he undid his belt with stiff fingers, let his pants drop, kicked them off and spread his arms. “Ta-freaking-da. I’m naked but for my boots - can I go now?”
A dark, slender eyebrow rose. “Don’t you care that you’re naked?”
“Why the fuck should I?” the redhead demanded. “Now, unless you’re planning on checking my asshole for hidden bombs, how about letting me put on my damp fucking clothing and go? Don’t you think I’d be a little more concerned about all this if I was actually involved?”
The man hesitated, still confident, but his suspicion of Axel’s guilt waning. He sighed suddenly, ran a hand through his hair. “The President isn’t going to like this,” he muttered.
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“No… I can’t do that…” His irises gleamed. “But I can fuck you.”
“Uh - say what, now?”
The gun, yet again, was up, and Axel was wishing he could just grab it and punch the guy’s head in. Obviously, he was delusional - horny, and delusional. The redhead rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Okay, I’m going to get dressed now, and - ”
Bang! Axel choked, slumped against the car, lowered his gaze to his left thigh. Just a graze, like the one in his arm, but it hurt like a bitch. “God damn it,” he bellowed, and a second later, he was being attacked. A hand grabbed his shoulder, the muzzle of the gun jamming in under his chin, digging in hard, making him wheeze as it crushed against his windpipe. “I feel - like fucking you,” the man said placidly. “Then I’ll let you go.”
“Yeah, sure, and then I’ll cut your fucking balls off,” Axel responded angrily. Wrong answer. His head was grabbed, slammed backwards into the car, and as stars erupted in front of his eyes, something warm and wet sealed off his mouth. Eyes rolling slightly, dazed, his eyebrows drew together as the raven-haired man jammed his tongue deep, gasping and licking the inside of Axel’s lips, his teeth. His free hand was roaming the redhead’s exposed flesh, pants-covered cock pressing hard against Axel’s flaccid, uncovered one. He tried to gather his thoughts, tried to speak, then shuddered as the guy start grinding their hips together, free hand - the one not holding the gun which still managed to stay firmly lodged under the redhead’s chin - reaching around to grab one taut buttock and start kneading. Green eyes slipped shut of their own accord, the words leaking away from Axel’s mind as the rubbing and pulsing continued, breaths hitching. Tentatively, his tongue reached out to touch the one plaguing his mouth, but the instant that they met, the man released his mouth with a wet pop, trailing sloppy kisses along his jaw. He was already breathing hard, as if he were ready to cum, even though his dick was still hardening against Axel’s - and Axel’s was returning the sentiment. “I’m going to fuck you,” he promised, the words stumbling over one another. “I’m going to hold you down, and fuck you, and you’ll be begging - begging for me to never stop.”
“You - you don’t say,” Axel breathed weakly. He groaned as the fingers trailed along his hip, brushing the sides of his pubic hair. “Not to sound all clingy, but can I - get a name?” he requested, panting. The man growled into his hair, shoved their hips together, Axel’s muscles turning to liquid fire beneath his skin.
“Tseng,” he muttered, before reintroducing their mouths, his hand wrapping around Axel’s dick and starting up a fast rhythm. The redhead’s green eyes popped open, mouth dropping wide, sucking air in quick, staccato bursts as Tseng jerked him off, expert despite his pace, fingers never staying still, sweeping over the thick vein along the underside of the stiff flesh, rubbing a thumb over and into the weeping slit at the rapidly darkening head, nails soft and maddening, balls gently clamped then released, clamped then released. In a matter of minutes, Axel was reduced to a squirming, gasping puddle of goo, all thoughts of dressing and leaving left far, far away in the world of sensible people - because sensible people didn’t fuck strangers with guns in parking lots.
All too soon, Axel was whimpering unashamedly, desperately hard and needing release. “More,” he begged, hips jerking forward. Tseng’s eyes shone.
“You look just like Reno,” he whispered harshly, stroking his long fistful. “But Reno never begs.” He darted his face in close, licked up the side of Axel’s face, leaving a shining trail, the redhead’s lips parting and a groan coming out. “I like this much better.”
The man paused his movements, Axel letting out a gasped, “No!” of protest, before Tseng dropped to his knees, taking the redhead’s leaking length into his mouth in an instant, setting up a powerful sucking. Axel screamed a little, legs giving out, sliding bonelessly to the concrete, nails scrabbling for a handhold.
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For a brief moment, a hand touched his cheek gently, a caress. Then he was gripped in another kiss, tasting himself on the other man’s tongue and loving it, lapping it up eagerly. Tseng’s hand crept up under the redhead’s thigh, Axel getting the hint and shifting his hips, legs spreading to allow better access. A long finger tickled the edges of his hole, brushing lightly, making him whimper at the teasing. “Come on,” he whined. “Hurry up and fuck me, Tseng.” Perhaps it was the request, or the use of his name, but the man gasped, and a moment later, was jammed to the last knuckle up inside Axel’s ass. He pumped his index in and out, curling it slightly, dragging it along the walls of muscle within the redhead, making him shiver and sigh. He rotated gently, widening the opening, drew his finger out and prepared to plunge it in with a second one, before realising, muscles stiffening, “I don’t - have any lube.”
Axel’s eyes opened, dazed and lust-clouded. He was of half a mind to tell him to forget it and fuck him dry, just so desperate to feel the man’s cock inside him, then remembered the one little item he’d brought along. “Potion! The Potion!” he whispered. Tseng’s eyes lit up, he disappeared for a moment, then returned, practically purring.
“Oh, this is going to feel so good.” He uncapped the little blue bottle, poured some of the magical liquid into the palm of his hand and quickly rubbed it all over the fingers. They dug into Axel a second later, delving and stretching, the redhead moaning at the delicious tingle as the medicine touched his insides. “Oh, my God,” he panted. “Oh, God, just fuck me with the Potion bottle.”
“Better than that,” Tseng hissed excitedly. He fumbled at his zipper, freed his aching erection from its cruel prison, grunting with anticipation as he dumped the rest of the bottle directly onto his long, hard penis, rubbing it up and down, up and down, breathless in seconds. “Oh, shit,” he gasped.
“See?” Axel demanded. The man nodded.
“Oh, I see, alright.” He grabbed Axel, and without another moment’s pause, plunged into him, all the way. Any other time it might have hurt, but with the Potion covering them both, all Axel ever felt was the mind-numbing pleasure of being pounded. “More!” he cried. “Just fuck me!”
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Tseng started pumping, drawing his cock out so that only the tip remained inside, then ramming it deep again. The pace was fast, frantic, fuck-worthy, Axel moaning and thrashing, pushing back, their motions rough and wild. For a moment, Tseng pulled out all the way, flipped Axel’s willing body onto its knees, took up position behind him, arms wrapping around his waist, and sank straight back in. They moved in sync now, smooth and deep and hard, Tseng’s free hand coming round and gripping Axel’s erection, wrapping firmly around the pulsing flesh and pumping in time. Their voices rose into shouts of ecstasy, the dark-haired man sinking his teeth into Axel’s shoulder. This was it for the redhead - with a low cry, rising to a wail, he came for the second time, spilling his seed all over the concrete, dribbling it down his legs and all over the man’s hand. His muscles tightened, half-consciously, ring sucking at Tseng’s cock as it thrust deep, time and time again, drawing one moan after another. His palms hit the pavement, grazing, sweat dripping, mouth open and saliva dripping out as he pushed back, rose to meet, fucked backwards as best as he could to bring the man to climax.
When he came, Tseng came hard, with a roar, thrusts reaching a fever-pitch of energy, cum coating Axel’s insides, making him gasp and grin and cry, “Yes, thank fucking God!” For about a minute, even as he softened, Tseng continued to jerk into him, letting out trickles of semen. Then, at last, the two men collapsed the short distance to the ground. Axel didn’t even feel the cold anymore, didn’t remember the rain outside. He was lost in a blissful haze, that didn’t even abate as Tseng pulled out of him, tucked himself back into his pants, tidied up his mussed him and tried to organize a semblance of order to his appearance. The man stood, looking down at the smiling redhead, who rolled onto his back, still with his boots on, blinking lazily, obviously waiting for him to say something. After a little thought, Tseng said, “Well - no bombs in your asshole. I think I can confidently conclude that you had nothing to do with the President’s situation.”
Axel’s laughter followed him as he left, echoing in the broad, hollow space. He wiped his eyes, sat up, still feeling the inner tingle of the Potion, and decided to tell Xemnas this world was ripe for picking.
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Aaaaaaaaaah. *lights imaginary post-coital cigarette* Was it good for you too?
Fuck, Axel taking it always gets me. Mmmmmmmmm.
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