Naïve Realism (Kingdom Hearts, Saïx/Kairi/Axel, NC-17

[syvia]

Title: Naïve Realism
Author/Artist: syvia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult language, nudity, dubious consent, mild violence and possessive Saïx. Light spoilers for 358/2 Days, moderate to light for KH2.
Word Count: 6050
Summary: Axel has been working with Riku and Namine since they lost Roxas in Twilight Town. When the Organization takes Kairi captive, Axel is elected to get her back.

Not the greatest idea they've ever had.

Prompt: Mar. 6th - Kingdom Hearts, Saïx/Kairi/Axel: consent issues, double penetration, possessiveness - "She belongs to me. As do you."
Author's Notes: Many thanks to ladycrysiana for encouragement. Bits of this are inspired by events from the KH2 novelization (not the manga), and bits are AU. Guess which the sex is. :D I hope you enjoy.


By some happy (if it can be termed that) coincidence, he arrived in the middle of a meeting. Xaldin's voice cut off a moment after Axel portaled in, sitting in his chair and looking around.

They all stared at him.

He had about five seconds before someone pulled a weapon.

"I'm back."

Utter silence. They didn't move. They didn't breathe. They didn't normally, but this frozen stillness was the response to an unexpected visitor (enemy) and the pause for orders. Not Saïx'. Not here. Here, the Altar, anywhere Xemnas actually decided he was going to put in an appearance, he was lord and master. Axel glanced at Luxord, who was smirking, and the closest in proximity, before focusing his attention on the Superior.

"Back."

Xemnas gazed at him, repeating the word like it belonged to another language and he awaited Axel's translation. But that was all he did. Axel was lucky, damn lucky, that they were listening at all. Maybe Luxord wouldn't have bothered attacking but proximity didn't mean a damn, really, when most of the remaining Organization were distance fighters anyway.

But that was the thing. The remaining Organization. They were down to less than half, Sora actually killed Demyx, and Xaldin's little Beast project wasn't going as well as it could have been. They needed numbers. By the look of his archway in the Proof maybe his room had been demolished, but the tile was still blue.

Axel decided not to think of blue, or how he could feel Saïx' stare from across the room.

"I was trying to get Roxas back... or kill 'im," Axel said, humbly, hint of a smirk in it so they wouldn't get suspicious. "That didn't work out. So I'm back."

He could admit it was ridiculous. Coming back like nothing was wrong when he should've been on his metaphorical knees, begging for mercy after he'd already betrayed the group... what was it? Twice now? First time was sanctioned, but not everyone saw it quite that way.

Then, after Castle Oblivion he'd gotten rebellious. He'd started to question orders. He'd disappeared. For months. His loyalty was up in the air, and they had every reason to just kill him and end the threat. No. Not threat. He wasn't even that. Barely an inconvenience and better to be honest about it. If you knew your place in the world, you lived longer. Or you stepped up voluntarily to the chopping block.

Saïx still hadn't said anything.

"You bring any presents, porcupine-boy?" Xigbar smirked. "You were gone all that time. It's the sign of a good co-worker; bringing back gifts. Something sweet to eat?"

"What, the Princess doesn't do it for you, Xig?"

That- had been stupid. He could see it in Xigbar's wider smile. The way he dipped his chin to look down at Axel even though they were sitting at nearly the same height.

"Moonshine over there," Xigbar drawled, sliding his gaze in Saïx' direction, "hasn't been sharing."

The stare on the other side of the room was now a dagger, sliding into his empty chest.

"You have remained truant for some time, Number VIII," Xemnas murmured. He leaned his head against his fist, studying Axel. Examining him like one of those little Dusks he'd seen pinned by ice and thawing on Vexen's laboratory tables.

But that was a long time ago, in another castle.

"Your failure was not only prolonged, it was costly."

Axel tried not to squirm. It never helped the Dusks. They did it because they lacked the option of screaming, but Axel didn't have reason. Yet.

"Your value to the Organization lies in your ability to serve the purposes of the Organization. Not your own. Better that you return and face the consequences of your failure, than remain outside the castle and dwell upon a lost cause."

He could make some comment- that he hadn't been serving his own purpose. That Roxas wasn’t a lost cause. But his lies were failing at believability more often these days.

“Now,” Xemnas murmured, and he still hadn’t moved from that spot, seeming casual, very calm and relaxed as he decided whether Axel would continue existence as a thinking being, “I must wonder if your value involves the retention of your memories.”

It was easier, Axel realized, sitting there, not seeing the grey sphere that would do the deed, to hear that threat the second time. The glare on the other side of the room faltered briefly. Axel counted one... two... three... before it returned.

"How 'bout Naminé?"

Xemnas raised an eyebrow. They'd wanted him to 'recover' her. Bring her back to the castle. Come up with new plans- study her, maybe. She had, after all, taken Sora apart and put him back together. If they couldn't think of a use for the memory witch, it would be for lack of thought.

"I know where she's hiding."

"So," Luxord murmured, "then why did you not bring her along with you?"

"Incentive for you not to kill me long enough for me to talk you out of killing me," Axel said, pointing to the left and right, alternating between his hands for emphasis.

Axel gave them a location that wasn't actually a lie, so they could go find Naminé. And die. To make Sora's job a little easier. Because no one could kick Ansem's ass.

... Unless you happened to be one of his stunt doubles.

The glare from the other side of the room left him again, moving to Xemnas. The Superior met it for a while, and if Saïx was psychic enough now that he and Xemnas could communicate telepathically, Axel didn't want to know. He really, really didn't.

"Very well," he said at length, turning from Saïx, raising his eyes to the group as a whole and speaking to all of them, or maybe the empty space. Maybe if you could control it, Nothingness talked back.

Or maybe it was just a fantastic listener.

"I will go, collect the Chain of Memories, and return here. Until such time that your claim can be proven accurate, Number VIII, you will remain under the supervision of Number VII." Xemnas disappeared in a column of Darkness. As the others followed, Axel turned to meet the glare currently stabbing into the base of his neck. On the right side, in fact. Saïx raised his eyes. He said nothing.

Axel's face didn't betray the string of rapidly degenerating curses running through his head.

He followed Saïx down the empty halls.

Axel should have been able to imagine how it would feel to burn Saïx down. Like Vexen. A wash of heat and everything tinted orange. One blast of fire, warmth on his skin and the shock of Saïx' body, splayed in the air and arched forward, trying to escape, pinned by nothing at the hands and feet. He'd look the same way he did when the moon took him; his pupils vanishing into gold and his head thrown back, the charge of power arching over limbs like static electricity, hair standing on end and arms twitching. It should have been easy to think of driving a wheel into the small of his back. Slash through the coat, through flesh, leave Darkness bleeding out the back and for extra sadism, twist the blade before jerking it out in a downward motion.

Axel should have been able to visualize it without flinching, but the more detail he tried to add, the more he wanted to cringe and shut his eyes. He stopped walking. Changed the subject.

"So, uh... speaking of the princess."

Saix stopped. He was listening.

"You mind if I say 'hi'? Haven't seen her in a while." Which might be the most idiotic request he'd ever made. Like Saïx didn't know exactly what he was doing here. Why he wanted to see Kairi.

Like Saïx looking him over wasn't the slow consideration of whether to kill him now or do it after dinner. Xemnas had decided he'd go pick up Naminé himself.

Axel was aware of the fact that he was completely, utterly screwed. The question was whether or not he could break Kairi out before Xemnas came back (with or without the not!-Riku dead and Naminé captured) and made Axel a Dusk for daring to send him into a trap. So it was the early, or the postponed screwed. If early, Saïx would raise his hand faster than Axel could see, pull the Lunatic and lay him out on the floor, Darkness seeping from the holes in his chest.

Saïx raised his hand slowly, staring at Axel, opened his fingers... and called up a portal. He gestured to it.

After me, huh? Great.

But he went. Of course he did. It wasn't a great plan they'd had, but probably the best option. Probably. So he was supposed to go in, get Kairi or die trying. Well, he'd gotten in. Now for 'getting Kairi'. Emphasis on the trying, because it was the more likely outcome. Along with the dying.

But he goes through the portal and comes out the other side. He's not dead yet... although he knows it's coming.

Since when did they start keeping prisoners in the Addled Impasse?

Good question, along with 'when did they start taking prisoners' period, but he knows the answer to that one.

We're all prisoners in this looney bin, and the worst patient has taken over the asylum.

He didn't mean Xemnas.

There was a little bit of pink and red near the far wall. Since when did they keep prisoners in rooms they could easily escape? But there wasn't an escape here. You couldn't get in if Saïx closed the archway. You couldn't get in if you couldn't use the Portals. You couldn't get in if he didn't give you entry.

But if you did get in.

She wouldn't react. Not until Saïx walked through the portal, and stood inside the room.

Until he did, Kairi sat quietly, calm, looking out the window. Watching the moon.

When he did, her head tilted, listening for something. Her shoulders drew back. She shifted her weight, sliding her folded legs to the left, tilting her feet so the soles of her shoes meet the floor. She stood. She turned around, eyes on the floor, and looked up.

She seemed surprised to find Axel there.

She looked to Saïx for explanation. For guidance... and the familiarity of the look, the expectation Kairi had that her question would be answered... was wrong. She shouldn't be looking like that. Not at someone holding her prisoner. Not-

Fuck. He got you too.

"Kairi." Saïx raised a hand and she came. She walked right up, no hesitation, only a little fear in her eyes and she knew- she knew well enough to know there was nothing to flinch at. Sure, Saïx was dangerous, but he didn't feel like being dangerous right now. She came, put her hand in his palm and let him wrap his fingers around it. "You remember Axel."

She glanced at him, sidelong, nervous, like she didn't want to look for too long. She nodded.

"Stand there with him."

Saïx lowered her hand. Kairi glanced at Axel, then Saïx, and then she went, not looking either of them in the face.

Part of the problem- Axel knew this- was that Isa had charisma. Enough confidence for five and authority in his voice that people tended to listen, if not obey. But if Isa had charisma, Saïx had fucking gravitational pull. It was natural, and then they lost their hearts and it was ability. Trained, perpetuated and used. Always stronger during night missions. Always more powerful in the Castle because nowhere else could you find a moon with not one heart but thousands.

"Stay with him, Kairi."

Axel didn't quite flinch when the portal opened. The portal- and he knew exactly where it would lead. He knew the feel of Destination: Twilight Town better than any other world and Saïx really had just given them an out.

Shit.

"You should run," he muttered to Kairi, who was standing beside his elbow. Like she did that day... that Axel pulled her out of Twilight Town, into the Darkness between worlds, took fifteen minutes too many convincing Kairi he wasn't the enemy, and stood with her as Saïx walked up and very calmly, very casually ordered Axel to hand her over.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

"He told me to stay with you," she said, simply. Fact of life. Axel's eyes are green. Kairi's legs are skinny. Saïx' will is absolute.

Axel tried to convey his disbelief through words alone, so he wouldn't have to stop watching Saïx for sudden movements.

"And you're listening?"

She ignored that. "You should run." Then she actually looked nervous, fidgeting with her hands, fingers tapping her legs. "He's angry at you."

She was nervous... on his behalf?

"We don't emote, Kairi." But that answer was automatic. The party line. The thing everyone said, despite what they actually thought, and if Axel'd had a pulse, it would have jumped. Angry at him.

"Then why," she muttered, "does he keep talking about a Roxas and how you don't know who your real friends are?"

More theoretical jumping. Because if Kairi was right, then Saïx... seriously? No. Seriously?

He's... very fucked. Also because he's seen enough of Kairi in Sora's memories to know this is her. This is the way she is. Worried when her friends fight but not afraid of them. Good at reading people. He's seen Sora's memories. Naminé has talked about her. Not-Riku has talked about her. All the hesitation had been for Axel, because she expected Saïx to rip him a new one. Since Axel agreed with her, they were both fucked. Saïx hadn't cowed her into submission, she hadn't been brainwashed... not exactly.

There was a reason you waited until you were out of the damn castle for those little bouts of insubordination. There was a reason you were more likely to mouth off when Saïx wasn't present at a meeting. There was a reason you almost went crawling back a hundred times after Roxas merged with Sora.

Why aren't you moving right now?

It would be nice to pretend he thought the portal was a lie. It wouldn't really go to Twilight Town. Saïx would close it as soon as they got within a foot of the Darkness. He'd attack them first. Hell, Axel wished he were brainwashed. Any explanation better than 'he's used to doing what Saïx says' because it sounded moronic. It sounded like something an idiot would say, and he wasn't an idiot. He didn't think of himself as the type of Nobody who was told to jump and responded 'yes sir, and who did you want me to immolate on the way up?'

But he was.

He didn't want a fight. He didn't want an argument. He didn't want to debate. He just. Followed. Orders. The more someone was used to giving orders; in general or to him specifically, the more he wanted to follow. Isa had been around for years before they lost their hearts. Saïx had been there waiting for him for the more formal rank and file. Isa was the brains of the operation. Saïx gave the orders around the Organization. Whatever the name, he knew better. Saïx knew what to do. What had to be done.

So a week ago, Saïx had told him, politely, to return to the Organization. Bring Kairi along. They would forget this whole mess ever happened.

Axel had thought 'shit. Well, that was fun while it lasted.' He wished he hadn't been caught now. Not when they were this close. Not when Kairi finally realized he wasn't working for the Organization and-

Kairi clutched his arm, looking from him to the calm advancing steps Saïx took over the blue-grey stone of Hollow Bastion. Their old hunting grounds. Home sweet fucking home. Axel stood there cursing himself and Kairi yanked on him-

"Why are you listening?"

Well. Now she knew why. Didn't she?

But then he'd flinched, looked at her fearful, urgent stare. He opened a portal and shoved her inside. He had torn open another for himself, not listening to Saïx call his name, so he wouldn't fold like the one ordinary deck of cards Luxord retained for purposes none of them quite understood. By the time he and Not-Riku had gone out looking, Saïx had her in the castle. Probably had her here, eating out of his hand.

He wasn't sure whether to enjoy or swear about that mental image.

This is why you didn't come back. This is why you didn't come here and now look. There's a way out staring you in the face, but you won't take it, and she won't take it.

It was Saïx' own little world in here. The castle. The Impasse. Why else would they call it an impasse except because you couldn't fucking pass. Addled was the least of what the moon did to people.

"Did you think Lord Xemnas would fail to see through your trap?" Saïx murmured. "Or that I would believe you had returned to us without some ulterior motive?"

Axel was still looking at him, but he didn't want to answer. He'd said this was a bad idea. He'd told Riku and Naminé that it wouldn't work, but no.

"Your objective is within your grasp," Saïx nodded in Kairi's direction without looking away from Axel. "She will go with you."

He knew that. Why in the hell did the portal feel so far away?

"Close the portal, Lea, and come here."

His hand was up before he stopped to think, and Axel clenched his jaw. Why are you listening?

Because it's Saïx, and it's Isa, and he's always right. Even when he isn't. So Axel glared, and lowered his fist. But he didn't leave. He didn't push Kairi into the portal and stay to fight. He didn't say anything.

He just stood there.

Saïx smirked.

Close the portal, leave it open, they wouldn't use it either way, and it was probably funnier like this. When he could leave at any time.

"Kairi," Saïx said next, "help Axel off with his coat."

Axel snatched at her hand, reminding himself to be gentle just in time, when it reached for the zipper at his collarbone.

"Why," he asked again, "are you listening to him?" He could finally turn his head, meet her eyes, because she was startled enough by his hand on her wrist to look at him. He read the uncertainty there. The discomfort and vague recognition that all was not right with the world.

She couldn't answer him. Probably knew less why she was listening to Saïx than Axel did and Axel still wasn't completely sure. Instead, she turned to look at Saïx.

"He won't let me."

Saïx was still staring at him. He nodded once, calmly. "Perhaps it would be best to lead by example, in this case."

Oh. Oh shit- and he grabs Kairi's other hand before she can start on the middle zipper of her innocent, girly, pink sundress.

"Kairi," he said sternly. "He's telling you to take your clothes off."

She stared at him for a second, then chuckled. "I know that." Said like Axel had told her stepping into a puddle would get her feet wet. She knew that, and it's wasn't a big deal, and it's just a little water, Axel, c'mon.

"Which usually leads to being naked," Axel clarified.

Kairi sighed. She tilted her head at him. Because obviously she had no problem with this or the idea that being naked-

"Usually leads to sex." Generally. In most cases. Any time someone from the Organization was involved.

They didn't exactly bathe, and they didn't wear other clothes, and they generally lived in the damn coat. They didn't have to, as they didn't stink the same way humans did. The Darkness had its own smell, and if they sweat, and breathed, and did other things that made them look human (Roxas had. Roxas did), they still weren't. They didn't need the luxury of a wardrobe. They did need protection from the Darkness, which they lived in, at all times. So if the coat came off... it was damn well going to be for something good.

"I know, Axel," she said gently, faintly exasperated. Acting like they were old buddies and causal sex was something every girl from tiny Destiny Isles did for giggles. So instead of killing him, Saïx planned sex. "It's okay."

Oh it was very much not okay. "You get that I have no morals, right?" He could remember them. He couldn't remember how to follow them.

"Saïx said to," Kairi replies. Because that made everything okay. That was permission and sanction and absolution from later difficulties. Except not. Except Saïx had said to, and Saïx was walking up to them, putting his hands on Kairi's shoulders and if Axel let go, she'd start to strip. But if he held on, Saïx would tell him to do something better with his hands and he was screwed. No two ways about it.

... Actually, Saïx had a lot of ways. He might use more than one.

Axel let go enough that Kairi's hands fell away. She stepped back and Saïx took her place. Axel lowered his arms. Saïx would go for his gloves and that- that had to be... avoided.

"What're you doing?" because he wanted to know. He wanted verification. It had been a while and Saïx wasn't the same as he used to be and Axel caught the flash of a bare shoulder (but Kairi hadn't had sleeves to begin with) and... shit. Saïx' lips were slightly upturned at the corners. For him, that was a grin.

"You came to collect the princess. You are observant enough to understand that she must remain here. I plan to reward you accordingly."

Something in him stirs. Because as nice as that sounds- and it does- Kairi reminded him too much of someone he was supposed to protect. Not Naminé. Not Kairi herself. Someone else... he couldn't remember. He could remember something that was almost guilt. It was almost shame, and he opened his mouth to say no- he didn't want her- he didn't want this.

"The portal remains, Lea."

Axel flinched. Because it was never enough. Not enough, for Saïx. You couldn't just die if you'd pissed him off. Oh no. You had to suffer. You had to break, and then suffer some more, and if you'd managed to survive, you might even get the chance to crawl off and heal before you suffered again, and after all that shit, maybe, maybe you'd die. So Axel not only got to fail (again and again). He got the option of running off, right now, and admitting that failure to Riku and Naminé. If the kids were still alive. If Xemnas hadn't killed them. Or he could stay, and take what Saïx was offering, and see if he could escape the failure through death.

"Close it."

His choices sucked. So he did what he normally did in this kind of situation.

After which, they stood there.

See, he had considered this. After he'd lost Kairi, and had the abbreviated conversation with Sora, and run away from Saïx for the second time in one day, he'd gone back to the mansion, sat on the roof, and thought about it.

Saying 'no' to Saïx. Wasn't an option.

Not that he couldn't do it. Open your mouth, form the word, expel the air; 'no'. Easy.

Except that it never entered his mind.

Saïx would send him on a mission. He'd think about how much it was going to suck, he'd try to convince Saïx that someone else would be better suited, he'd whine and complain. But never did he actually consider saying 'no'. It wasn't because of the Organization. It wasn't because of his loyalty and knowing they might Dusk him for disobedience because he never thought about that when he was complaining. It was never a question of whether he'd do it or not, it was how long he could stall before it got done.

Not once was the litany of 'I really don't want to do this.' interrupted by '... So why should I?'

It was hard to explain.

Naminé had understood, but trying to save Kairi was more important and she asked him to go. Now here he was, failing to disobey. Again.

"There was a time that I could not have your silence even for payment."

Axel snorted. "Once upon a time it didn't make sense if someone threatened to fuck you blue-eyed. Time marches on."

It had been some time since they last did this. It had been some time since Saïx stood this close to him, and it was almost a surprise when he reached out. When Saïx raised a hand to Axel's head, pushed fingers into his hair and tightened. Almost a surprise when he pulled Axel's head to the side, exposing his neck, and didn't bite. He just looked at the skin, stroked Axel's neck with his palm, jerking the other hand a little tighter to see Axel wince. Saïx didn't say anything. So Axel offered more.

"I try not to waste my breath if nobody is listening."

"Nobody is ever listening, Axel. Surely you have been aware."

"But nobody started acting like I wasn't worth listening to-"

"Thus you found others who did," Saïx' voice was calm, nearly monotone, but he pulled hard enough that Axel felt strands of hair break under the strain. His scalp throbbed. Axel glared, meeting Saïx' narrow gaze.

"It was nice; getting a break from playing the yes-man."

"Fool," Saïx' hand jerked again. Axel raised a hand at last, grabbing his wrist and trying to pull away, "to tire of being what you are."

"You're not making me believe in the punishment here, Saïx," Axel drawled through clenched teeth. "Sex with a pretty girl is hardly a bad thing."

"But given the choice," he murmured, pulling, craning Axel's head into an angle that just didn't work, "you would not. I aim to remind you of that which you have forgotten these months. What Kairi has learned so quickly it is praiseworthy."

Oh yeah. The gloating. He remembered the gloating. "Which is?"

"She belongs to me," Saïx said, moving his palm over Axel's collarbone, down to the coat clasp and undoing it easily one-handed. The fastenings struck his chest, rolling slightly as Saïx took hold of his zipper and pulled. "As do you."

He didn't need a fucking reminder. Why else did Saïx think he'd stayed AWOL for so long?

"Roxas is dead," Saïx said, words cold and his expression glacial, "and every incarnation of him. All that is left is a poor facsimile in the form of Sora, and he shall follow. I will make certain of that."

Axel flinched. He didn't argue. Sora hadn't recognized him, and Sora couldn't match Saïx. He'd seen the kid fight and it... was less than inspiring. Sora couldn't fight Saïx and win. Roxas could. Roxas had.

But that was over now.

Axel didn't bother fighting when Saïx went for the gloves- as Axel had known he would. Leather abrades his skin, not even a brush-burn but still painful as the gloves are pulled off and he stood there, watching Saïx, and saying nothing.

"Whatever delusions you may have formed with regard to his ability to inspire feeling within those who are incapable of such acts, they remain delusions. You have no heart. Though," Saïx released his hair and Axel gingerly stood up straight, and looked away, "I have discovered an acceptable substitute."

Saïx turned away.

Axel could hate Saïx.

Hate him for being cruel, for being right. For kissing Xemnas' ass and becoming Saïx in the first place. For not thinking about what it cost Axel to go on some of those missions, and kill when ordered. For putting him in this position and never regretting it. For being the one he always came back to. Every fucking time.

But you needed a heart for that.

"Take off your coat, Lea," Saïx said, "and come here."

Axel looked up. He swallowed.

Kairi was naked.

Sitting on her legs, knees closed, she was naked on the floor. Modesty, such as it was, but it didn't last long. Saïx was behind her, kneeling, still fully clothed but taking down his fly. Kairi raised up on her knees, lips parting for more breath and Axel knew that look. She was aroused. She had been, but the anticipation put her halfway there before Saïx got anywhere near and now he was behind her, slicking, then positioning himself. Kairi's knees inched apart. She put her hands on her legs, breasts hanging slightly forward, and damnit Axel wasn't hard before but he was now.

Saïx moved up, his body closer to her, cock at her ass and Axel wondered, in the back of his mind, where he'd been keeping the slick. Noted too, that he would have easy access to her breasts. That was unusually generous of Saïx.

"Lea."

He was supposed to be taking off his coat. He forgot. He remembered that Saïx wasn't always gentle and wondered just how relaxed Kairi was. Saïx put one hand at her hip, guided her down and she moaned as he pulled her onto him. He leaned his face over her shoulder, nipping it, blue hair trailing over Kairi's skin and her smaller body framed by black leather. Her hair ruffled at his breath and she was seated in his lap, breath low and shaking, leaning back until his weight supported her entirely.

Saïx trailed gloved fingers over her ribs, her abdomen, and moved her legs. With a hand at the back of her knees he pulled upward, setting Kairi's feet flat on the floor, her legs spread and open. An invitation. She shivered, eyes slitting open to glance at Axel, mouth gaping as she breathed, and watched him, and didn't ask Saïx to move.

Damnit. They'd done this before. Him and Saïx to some random girl; they. Saïx and Kairi together, they. Which 'they' is relevant, and he knew he was expected to come on down and take her as well. The spread of her legs, her breasts, Saïx naked and sheathed but still calm, collected but his eyes were closed- his face almost relaxed... this had always been good. It didn't matter. On some level he knew it should- that this was Kairi. That this was Sora's special person, and if he was a virgin (Roxas certainly was) he was saving 'it' for used goods.

Well, maybe Kairi could educate him.

No, wait, Saïx was going to tear his ass to shreds.

Saïx looked at him over the red-tinted-pink of Kairi's hair, his eyes, part of his nose, and the scar visible.

"Come here, Axel." He did something with his hips. Kairi let out another breathy little moan. Saïx took her hand, his thumb at the center of her palm, and directed her hand up and back, to clutch his hair. He took her wrist in the other, holding it back, out of the way. Presenting an unobstructed view; all that skin, soft flesh and warmth and she was begging, almost. Begging-

Axel reached out to touch her, not wondering when he got so close. Just touching, rough fingertips over soft flesh, teasing a nipple that grew small and hard under his fingers, cupping the breast that surrounded it and Kairi cried out for him. She was cold. Well, he could fix that, running his hands over her skin, restrained arms, uncovered breasts. He followed the curve of her ribs and the splayed junction of hip and thigh. Her breath came deep, shuddering and warm, but not enough. Not hot enough, and she whined as Saïx leaned forward, pressing into her, and Saïx' hands reached for Axel's pants. He'd gotten rid of the coat, and the gloves, but he wouldn't go further without more orders, and you didn't need orders if your superior took matters- and your cock- into his own hands.

There was another hand, combing through his hair, occasionally grasping it. It was too small to belong to Saïx. Axel nuzzled her breast, licking, biting softly and responding to the command 'harder' long before he realized it was Kairi's voice. He did, indenting flesh with his teeth, feeling her pulse- an actual, honest-to-Darkness pulse- around his lips, against his face when her wrist paused against his temple. A beat, music and a rhythm where he had none, and Saïx had none. Her nails raked softly over his skull, tugging his hair, much more gently than Saïx. Stimulation. Encouragement, and he's ceased to burn. He thinks he might be boiling. Life, reciprocal desire (or it would be, if he were able to), or maybe it was just the pull. Familiarity and things he wanted before were here, available, and he was being commanded to have them.

He could feel the cold of the floor through his pants, through her feet as he stroked, grasping her ankle to better line himself and when he thrusts in she's wet- the best kind of wet, hot and close and just barely yielding. He could hear her gasping in his ear- feel the motion of her hips as they rocked- they were rocked, upward by Saïx' thrust. She pulsed all around him, heartbeat, and something familiar- light.

Axel closed his eyes. This was good. It was good, but it would be better if-

Isa skimmed short nails over his arm. Thrusting again for the benefit of the lucky girl of this particular evening, he could imagine dark hair, and from over her shoulder a pair of blue eyes gazing at him. Isa's chin jerked out of the way as their thrusting took on a fever pace, and thrusting became the way he could lose control. Lea tried to hold still, tried to keep balance- knees parted and one hand on the girl, one thigh going numb where Isa's hand dug into it. The girl couldn't move, pinned by their bodies, twitching at sparks of pleasure and overwhelming sensation. Her body was sweat-slick, Lea could smell her. He reached down between her legs to see if he could make her cry out. Isa's hand was already there, stroking, rubbing little circles and her gasps began to carry hints of her voice, high-pitched and breathless. Her head tilted forward, lips against his shoulder, her breath, her hands flinching outward and Lea needed to move his leg- now- before the cramp became full-on painful. He knelt on the other leg, changing the angle of his thrusts and Isa moaned, and Lea grinned smugly, tonguing the girl's nipple.

A large, powerful hand gripped his hair, pulling him forward with his next thrust, and he could feel teeth- lips, a tongue invading his mouth and it was good- it was enough.

He could hear the girl screaming faintly, far from him, and he wasn't in a hurry to recover his higher brain functions. Breathing would work for now. Breathing and... that was all.

He didn't have a heart anymore, to beat, to slow after the rush. To calm and cool him down after the heat. He drank in what the girl had, threading an arm around her waist, between her and Is... Saïx. Who didn't share well, when he shared at all.

Axel stopped and pulled his arm away. His eyes flinched open when the girl- when Kairi leaned heavily against him, laying an arm over his shoulder. He didn't look at Saïx, who had already pulled out and left them joined. Saïx, who stuffed himself back into his pants and crossed the room for his coat and gloves. He returned, dropping them near Axel's leg and kneeling beside them. Axel tried not to flinch. Saïx moved quicker than that, pressing two fingers against Axel's neck. Pressed them, and left them there, watching Axel's face. Kairi, despite a piece of Axel's anatomy, was dozing off, and failed to notice.

Eventually he figured it out, as Saïx meant him to. Axel clenched his jaw, listened to his teeth scrape against each other and shut his eyes.

"As I thought," Saïx murmured, "you were mistaken."