(It remains to be seen as to whether his past crimes are unredeemable, however, considering her kind disposition towards any living creature, it is very likely she will at least give it a try. Her best friend's happiness is worth ripping open healed wounds, should it come to that. She has every intention of tolerating the Superior, as long as he doesn't pose a threat to Roxas' well being.
For the time being, Xemnas throws himself into their relationship without reservations. Abandon comes from raking nails into the soft skin between Roxas' ribs, teeth tasting the boy's pulse again, hungry and wanton. Abandon is a purge of repressed sensation, emotion, and there is so much for him to release. The means by which he experiences that level of catharsis need no manual, no guidelines, no script to follow as their need has, in its construction and uniqueness, a way of being addressed. Every kiss, every breath they share, relieves that awful fear of separation within him.
Being able to debauch him reassures Xemnas in possession.)
Oh, Roxas! (Massive hands slide down Roxas' sides before holding him tight. They turn, tumble once more, his massive frame caging him in before his hands leave his skin long enough to cradle either side of his pretty face. His voice is indulgent and flattering.) How did that make you feel? Seeing me come undone?
(Pushing Roxas again, Xemnas guides him against the pillow, knees bent up enough that when he spreads them apart, he has support. The bed dips as he shifts above him, sensual and regal, head hung low within kissing range, pressing the tip of his erection against his defenceless virginity, before a slow roll of his hips glides his massive cock against it. He has to be tight, so deliciously virginal yet unfit for penetrative sex, and the unyielding press of him causes his jaw to clench with a strain that only begets the promise of want, his throat bobbing as he swallows a knot that Roxas surely feels in the hollow of his own neck. And Xemnas would be lying through his teeth and everything that he stands for if he ever dares to say that their size disparity isn't a massive turn on for him -- that he's never wondered, never fantasized about his innocence. What would have only ever constituted as the darkest parts of his dreams, fantastical fantasies that may have, at one time in his life, never seen the light of day, now linger in that hotel room, the smell of tangled, sinning bodies sinking into the walls, sweat staining his sheets as he slides his tongue inside his mouth.)
(They're out of rice.
Xion sighs over the poor options provided by their local grocery store as she heads towards the exit. On her way home she can't help picturing Axel back at their place, angular shoulders dropping in not-so-subtle disappointment once she arrives empty-handed. It wouldn't be her first time witnessing Axel blinking a couple of times, trying to come up with an alternative menu on the spot. He would not be happy with the results, of course, but he would try to make the best of the situation, as he always does. Not like him to settle on "pissed".
As Xion contemplates opting for a take-out meal, she takes a step back upon catching sight of a . . . Nobody sniffing around the Bistro? It's pretty small -- different from those Roxas used to command-- a variant she's never seen during her Organization days. Even as she doesn't believe her eyes, the young Guardian of Light would rather not take any chance with the fragile peace within the realms at stake. Not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, she decides not to call her Keyblade to her hand and walks slowly up to the creature in measured steps, her footsteps halting as the Nobody dog scampers off, playful and overjoyed that someone else besides its master notices it.)
H-h-hey! Stop! I just want to talk to you!
(There's something going on, and now Xion follows and runs after Roxas' dog to seek confirmation as to whether the Organization has reformed. Her chase leads her to a business district filled to bursting with hearts, throbbing with life. Still on her guard, she doesn't trust the creature to just be that: a dog-turned-nobody. She hardly believes that. Though so far it hasn't attacked anyone, or been concerned with anyone else but her. The cute dog sits on its haunches near the hotel down the road, its tail waving back and forth, in waiting. The building seems to have been its intended destination all along, which surprises her. Though wary she may be, something about it softens her up. A sense of familiarity. Enough so that she squats down, reaches her hand out, only to pet it.
By all accounts, it's harmless. It's been made this way.)
Good boy, (she says, overtly affectionate. Oddly enough, she doesn't feel threatened by it.) Tell me, who is your Master?
(Hard as she tries, Xion doesn't sense any of the Darknesses or Nobodies nearby.
Don't be sorry for the delay! :C How have you been? Has your injury healed?
For the time being, Xemnas throws himself into their relationship without reservations. Abandon comes from raking nails into the soft skin between Roxas' ribs, teeth tasting the boy's pulse again, hungry and wanton. Abandon is a purge of repressed sensation, emotion, and there is so much for him to release. The means by which he experiences that level of catharsis need no manual, no guidelines, no script to follow as their need has, in its construction and uniqueness, a way of being addressed. Every kiss, every breath they share, relieves that awful fear of separation within him.
Being able to debauch him reassures Xemnas in possession.)
Oh, Roxas! (Massive hands slide down Roxas' sides before holding him tight. They turn, tumble once more, his massive frame caging him in before his hands leave his skin long enough to cradle either side of his pretty face. His voice is indulgent and flattering.) How did that make you feel? Seeing me come undone?
(Pushing Roxas again, Xemnas guides him against the pillow, knees bent up enough that when he spreads them apart, he has support. The bed dips as he shifts above him, sensual and regal, head hung low within kissing range, pressing the tip of his erection against his defenceless virginity, before a slow roll of his hips glides his massive cock against it. He has to be tight, so deliciously virginal yet unfit for penetrative sex, and the unyielding press of him causes his jaw to clench with a strain that only begets the promise of want, his throat bobbing as he swallows a knot that Roxas surely feels in the hollow of his own neck. And Xemnas would be lying through his teeth and everything that he stands for if he ever dares to say that their size disparity isn't a massive turn on for him -- that he's never wondered, never fantasized about his innocence. What would have only ever constituted as the darkest parts of his dreams, fantastical fantasies that may have, at one time in his life, never seen the light of day, now linger in that hotel room, the smell of tangled, sinning bodies sinking into the walls, sweat staining his sheets as he slides his tongue inside his mouth.)
(They're out of rice.
Xion sighs over the poor options provided by their local grocery store as she heads towards the exit. On her way home she can't help picturing Axel back at their place, angular shoulders dropping in not-so-subtle disappointment once she arrives empty-handed. It wouldn't be her first time witnessing Axel blinking a couple of times, trying to come up with an alternative menu on the spot. He would not be happy with the results, of course, but he would try to make the best of the situation, as he always does. Not like him to settle on "pissed".
As Xion contemplates opting for a take-out meal, she takes a step back upon catching sight of a . . . Nobody sniffing around the Bistro? It's pretty small -- different from those Roxas used to command-- a variant she's never seen during her Organization days. Even as she doesn't believe her eyes, the young Guardian of Light would rather not take any chance with the fragile peace within the realms at stake. Not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, she decides not to call her Keyblade to her hand and walks slowly up to the creature in measured steps, her footsteps halting as the Nobody dog scampers off, playful and overjoyed that someone else besides its master notices it.)
H-h-hey! Stop! I just want to talk to you!
(There's something going on, and now Xion follows and runs after Roxas' dog to seek confirmation as to whether the Organization has reformed. Her chase leads her to a business district filled to bursting with hearts, throbbing with life. Still on her guard, she doesn't trust the creature to just be that: a dog-turned-nobody. She hardly believes that. Though so far it hasn't attacked anyone, or been concerned with anyone else but her. The cute dog sits on its haunches near the hotel down the road, its tail waving back and forth, in waiting. The building seems to have been its intended destination all along, which surprises her. Though wary she may be, something about it softens her up. A sense of familiarity. Enough so that she squats down, reaches her hand out, only to pet it.
By all accounts, it's harmless. It's been made this way.)
Good boy, (she says, overtly affectionate. Oddly enough, she doesn't feel threatened by it.) Tell me, who is your Master?
(Hard as she tries, Xion doesn't sense any of the Darknesses or Nobodies nearby.