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The Organization grew in members, two more numbers joining their rank. Axel watched Demyx stumble around and try to find his place, often getting more than one member soaked to the bone in the process. Luxord sauntered in soon after; his quick hand and charming tongue made it seem as if he’d always been in the Organization.
Axel still found the most pleasure in Xigbar’s company however. Xigbar never complained of course, he enjoyed the fiery personality of Number VIII as well. They were as good of friends as one could be in an Organization full of men without true emotions.
Some would argue more so considering they could often be found curled up in the other’s bed. Naked and snoozing the day away. No one said anything though, all the members had their flings, and it was almost to be expected.
“You seem rather preoccupied,” Xigbar whispered into Axel’s hear, tossing an arm over the flamer’s shoulder and pulling him a tad closer.
Axel was thrown off balance for a second but he caught himself, tossing a playful glare at his companion, “Just thinking about how much we’ve grown.”
“What? Don’t like the fact that you aren’t the baby anymore? Poor Red so unloved,” Xigbar laughed, first pinching Axel’s cheek…and then moving his hand lower and pinching his OTHER cheek. This caused the red-haired member to jerk in surprise
“Oh you’re asking for it are you,” Axel growled, his devilish smirk was starting to rival Xigbar’s own.
The Freeshooter couldn’t have that of course and returned the expression, “And what if I am kid?”
He knew Axel never backed down from a challenge and on cue; Axel spun Xigbar around, pinning him to the wall of the hallway and forcing his tongue into his mouth. He’d come a long way from the smart-mouthed virgin that had joined the Organization. Sometimes Xigbar wondered if he regretted it…then again…Nobodies couldn’t really regret anything could they? He closed his single gold eye and relaxed into the kiss for a moment before biting back, taking Axel’s bottom lip between his teeth, slinking his hand into those spikes he called hair and pressing the fire user closer.
Axel moaned into the kiss and Xigbar could already feel the kid’s body temperature rising. It was true; Axel had gained more control during their more intimate moments. However, it seemed he had to heat up in some way. No matter…at worst it was like making love under a heated blanket…which was saying a lot for the man who used to set random objects on fire in the heat of the moment. Xigbar never quite got over the fact that nine times out of ten they were HIS things on fire.
“Come on,” Xigbar said breathlessly, pulling away and taking Axel’s hand. The two teleported out of the corridor, they lacked emotions not manners…this kind of thing belonged behind closed doors…at least unless all the members were drunk…which Xigbar highly doubted. It was time for their daily dose of pleasure…and both males could tell that the other was craving it badly.
They fell atop Xigbar’s bed, Axel making a soft grunt on impact, straddling Xigbar’s hips and picking up where he left off; tongue slipping over Xigbar’s lips before finding their way inside. His hand slipped down Xigbar’s chest, tugging down the zipper of his coat and peeling the leather away. Xigbar, as usual, wore no shirt on under the coat, and Axel was able to trace his fingers over the scars across his body before moving down to the hem of Xigbar’s pants and starting to take those off as well.
Not one to rush things, Xigbar broke the kiss as one of his hands grabbed Axel’s wandering one. With his other hand he slinked it delicately around the zipper of Axel’s own coat and slowly began pulling it down. His hand moved down Axel’s chest, wishing the Nobody would learn that shirts were pointless, and slipping his hand into Axel’s pants. Axel’s breath hitched in his throat and Xigbar grinned, pleased with the reaction. He caressed Axel’s member, slipping fingers slowly down to the length of it, the red head moaning the entire time, head rolling back.
The Organization may not know how to love someone…but they had become masters at pleasing the basic needs of the human body.
Axel still found the most pleasure in Xigbar’s company however. Xigbar never complained of course, he enjoyed the fiery personality of Number VIII as well. They were as good of friends as one could be in an Organization full of men without true emotions.
Some would argue more so considering they could often be found curled up in the other’s bed. Naked and snoozing the day away. No one said anything though, all the members had their flings, and it was almost to be expected.
“You seem rather preoccupied,” Xigbar whispered into Axel’s hear, tossing an arm over the flamer’s shoulder and pulling him a tad closer.
Axel was thrown off balance for a second but he caught himself, tossing a playful glare at his companion, “Just thinking about how much we’ve grown.”
“What? Don’t like the fact that you aren’t the baby anymore? Poor Red so unloved,” Xigbar laughed, first pinching Axel’s cheek…and then moving his hand lower and pinching his OTHER cheek. This caused the red-haired member to jerk in surprise
“Oh you’re asking for it are you,” Axel growled, his devilish smirk was starting to rival Xigbar’s own.
The Freeshooter couldn’t have that of course and returned the expression, “And what if I am kid?”
He knew Axel never backed down from a challenge and on cue; Axel spun Xigbar around, pinning him to the wall of the hallway and forcing his tongue into his mouth. He’d come a long way from the smart-mouthed virgin that had joined the Organization. Sometimes Xigbar wondered if he regretted it…then again…Nobodies couldn’t really regret anything could they? He closed his single gold eye and relaxed into the kiss for a moment before biting back, taking Axel’s bottom lip between his teeth, slinking his hand into those spikes he called hair and pressing the fire user closer.
Axel moaned into the kiss and Xigbar could already feel the kid’s body temperature rising. It was true; Axel had gained more control during their more intimate moments. However, it seemed he had to heat up in some way. No matter…at worst it was like making love under a heated blanket…which was saying a lot for the man who used to set random objects on fire in the heat of the moment. Xigbar never quite got over the fact that nine times out of ten they were HIS things on fire.
“Come on,” Xigbar said breathlessly, pulling away and taking Axel’s hand. The two teleported out of the corridor, they lacked emotions not manners…this kind of thing belonged behind closed doors…at least unless all the members were drunk…which Xigbar highly doubted. It was time for their daily dose of pleasure…and both males could tell that the other was craving it badly.
They fell atop Xigbar’s bed, Axel making a soft grunt on impact, straddling Xigbar’s hips and picking up where he left off; tongue slipping over Xigbar’s lips before finding their way inside. His hand slipped down Xigbar’s chest, tugging down the zipper of his coat and peeling the leather away. Xigbar, as usual, wore no shirt on under the coat, and Axel was able to trace his fingers over the scars across his body before moving down to the hem of Xigbar’s pants and starting to take those off as well.
Not one to rush things, Xigbar broke the kiss as one of his hands grabbed Axel’s wandering one. With his other hand he slinked it delicately around the zipper of Axel’s own coat and slowly began pulling it down. His hand moved down Axel’s chest, wishing the Nobody would learn that shirts were pointless, and slipping his hand into Axel’s pants. Axel’s breath hitched in his throat and Xigbar grinned, pleased with the reaction. He caressed Axel’s member, slipping fingers slowly down to the length of it, the red head moaning the entire time, head rolling back.
The Organization may not know how to love someone…but they had become masters at pleasing the basic needs of the human body.