Silas (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yeahtotally) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
novachrysalia2019-07-28 09:23 am
yeahtotally) wrote in novachrysalia2019-07-28 09:23 am
2019 CMO
✿ Other characters available here. Inactive are special request for long time RP partners only.
✿ Canon/CRAU options are available for Roxas (Forest Covered, The Far Shore, Route 29, Recolle, Awash, Deerington, Asgard), Pidge Gunderson (The Far Shore, Deerington), Cloud (Aefenglom)
✿ Gen threads are A-Okay in here, it's not just for shipping!
✿ Smut can be posted here, BUT MUST BE ACCORDINGLY MARKED IN SUBJECT LINE
✿ Crit is welcome since some of these characters are being voice tested.
✿ Specific prompt you want to do? Hit me up atchromatus, discord chromatus#1363, pm this journal, or choose below!
✿ ACTION BRACKETS PREFERRED. Prose will take longer to reply to.
Fave Prompts ☀ Soulmates ☀ Modern AU ☀ Canon ☀ Canon AU ☀ Monster/Cryptids ☀ High Fantasy ☀ Pokemon ☀ Fairy Tale ☀ Other Series AU ☀ Other Ideas here!
No worries! :D
Finally—after allowing his spiking blood to settle, his heart to fit neatly into the Roxas-shaped space (Sora or Roxas, he wasn't sure) he’d only just realized that he’d been carving all this time— Xemnas pressed him closer, possessively trapping him into the circle of his arms. He could stop right then, wouldn't have needed further excuse, with Roxas' head nestled against his neck and his arms wound tight where he'd left love scars. But it wouldn't have been half as fair to take Roxas to the brink of climax, let it plateau to unbearable levels, only to cruelly deny him release. Even though there were no thresholds he couldn't cross, to do something like that so early in their sex life would devastate the insecure adolescent. Xemnas wouldn't -- couldn't -- allow it to happen.
The amount of trust Roxas held for him was enormous, and Xemnas couldn't bring himself to tease him about his stamina following a long recovery. Not when he was made an extension of his strange family -- a lover of sorts. Roxas was good in a fight, probably just as good in a bed, and it was heartbreakingly cute to not see that ferocity often displayed in battle under the sheets. Still, even for a moment, it was enough just to look, taking stock of him with the same cool intensity, unflinching, though now through half-lidded eyes. Filthy and on the bed, a pretty picture.
With no further argument but an exhale of relief, Xemnas rolled him onto his side facing away from his face, spooning him, silver hair softly brushing against spindly shoulders. A pair of massive arms moved to encircle his tiny waist, his knees spreading his coltish legs apart, his softening cock pressed close against the cleft of his pert, fair ass. Xemnas could be obliging him, too, when it suited him. Yet he debated drawing this out, that moment Roxas needed to settle down. In the end, Xemnas chose to help him come down from the sensory overload resulting from fornication. Kisses came and went, never lingering long enough to rekindle his arousal, but he doubted anything would rekindle it now but completion in this teen's body, maybe more than once. If only Roxas could discard that timidity in favour of this easy mindlessness, conscious thought all narrowed down to motion, every sensation; if only Roxas could pretend at not having any kinder intentions than those that might lead soonest to satiating so much violent, self-centred want.)
This will be enjoyable. Mark my words, dear.
no subject
He’d just be determined to overcome this as soon as he could. Be better. Feel silly for chiding himself. This was a first. No one was good their first time. Well. Maybe. He didn’t know what good was just yet when it came to sex. Everything felt good, so he’d have to measure all future interactions on this time. The future seemed like a good thing to think about, yet it made the overwhelmed boy worse. He couldn’t think about what would happen in the present yet to come.
Focus on the moment. Focusing on the hand in his hair, warm skin against his own. Taking one thing at a time as his heart beat out a sharp staccato. Each movement was jarring, and he wasn’t sure what his body was doing. The sudden change in position sent him reeling. He almost started flailing when he was stopped by arms around his waist. Feeling Xemnas breathing behind him made Roxas unconsciously try to match that rhythm. As more air got into his lungs, his mind started clearing, and he noticed that he was being peppered with occasional kisses. Roxas took a deep, long breath, closing his eyes as he exhaled.
Skin didn’t feel on fire anymore. Nerves were going back to their usual routine, the only parts hyper-aware being those connected to the other man. The blond was calmer now. Taking a few more breaths before he dared to glance back, he managed a small smile. His arms moved to drape over the tan ones wrapped around him.]
I’m… [He took a moment to think of how to word this without sounding strange. No. It would sound strange either way.] I’m happy you got what you wanted.
[Even if it wasn’t how Roxas wanted to help. He'd wanted to do more, but he had to remind himself his body had to be prepared. Kept having to tell himself not to rush. Yet there was something he noticed... He could tell just from how they were laying that something was different. Lighter than before. It was nice to bask in simple affections like this. He wondered how it would be when he was less shy and more assertive. Far more wanting and willing to his own needs and how to get them. Would they still have moments like this? Where he’d feel safe in these arms?
There was a sudden determination in his eyes as he kept looking at Xemnas.]
I want to try more next time. Okay? I can’t just keep calling you Superior and hope that works.
[Though he would definitely still use that title in the future. With a reaction like the one he got, why not? He wanted to see Xemnas unraveled again more than anything.]
no subject
It dredges up concerns, doubts and worries, existential crises even, that are better left buried. Whether Roxas should be allowed secrets is not up for him to decide. Privacy is embedded in romantic expectations, nor does it seem like a disgusting lapse in judgment to allow him some space. Space to collect his thoughts. Space so he feels comfortable talking. The need for absolute control always lurks, though. Probably because it's part of emotional labour -- the projection of emotions he isn't feeling out of respect for Roxas' boundaries.
That's another thing for him to learn.
It's not often that the Superior has enough free time to bask in intimacy and re-arrange his brain to see the world in a different context. In Roxas'. Yet, despite everything, the more frightening part of him threatens to creep back into his conscious state. An effort is made to retain something of the spirit of reciprocation and encouragement that marks their first time. For that reason, Xemnas deepens the kisses they've shared. He runs a hand through Roxas' hair, watches the strands of it ripple between them and shimmies out of his pants. They're naked, connected. Physically and mentally, their hyper-awareness narrowed down to their maze of limbs. Pale ones draped over-tanned ones -- a contrast of milk and dark honey.
The choice of words isn't so much odd as it is sexually-loaded. It makes him think of having Roxas tie him to the bed they occupy and ride his whole length, to be in charge while regaining sexual confidence. The way Roxas holds himself yells "low self-esteem" in every direction now, so perhaps Roxas waits to be more assertive and not as shy. And it's funny how suddenly Roxas captures his complete attention with words like these.
Words insinuate themselves back in, and he lies where he is and the moon rises full and round, higher in the star-embroidered canopy of the heavens.)
Well, (The request of Roxas is so explicit that there can be no doubt as to his intentions.) Sex has many facets, but it is trial and error to discover them.
(Heated fingers smooth down his toned midriff.)
There's plenty to go around.
(There's tension mapped into his hands. Desperation, too. He traces them. Quick and light and curious, fascinated. As he dares to be. As he dares to show. He holds those hands in his, brushes his fingers, sensitive and writ with magic, across the sweat worn into the creases of the knuckles.)
We must be prepared for the well-intentioned meddling of your friends. Have they contacted you yet?
animal crossing took over my life
Though there would be times where the smaller blond would be too oversensitive to even want to be touched. This would likely be rare, yet it would happen. Today had almost been a time like that. But all the other times? He would appreciate even something as simple as holding hands. Just to remain close.
Show off the fact he might be more like a cat than a person at times as he leaned into the hand playing with his hair. It felt nice. If he could purr, he would. Kissing was nice. Fingers in his hair almost nicer.
Trial and error sounded right as Xemnas spoke. Everything needed that. Roxas nodded as his eyes drifted over to the wall across from him. There was still a lot to think about. Now that they had the time to just be, he found his mind wandering towards different topics.]
I know. I’ll learn.
[His eyes moved down to watch Xemnas play with his hands. Relaxing the muscles, he let the older man do so. Fascinated with how pale he was compared to his other half. How small his hands were, how easily cradled and hidden. It pulled at his lips, making him smile. He couldn’t explain why it made him more than a little happy. Maybe he’d figure it out later.
The mention of friends made Roxas blink a few times. Oh yeah… that was a thing. They’d likely be wondering just what he was up to with hours of unusual silence.]
Uh… I put my phone on silent, so I don’t know. [He was a little displeased as he thought of the task ahead. Laying here was warm…] I’d have to get my jacket. I left it in there.
Forget about any other form of entertainment. Give your soul to your Switch . . .
Laziness is truly infectious. Anticipating this doesn't change the outcome somehow.)
There are times when procrastination can be beneficial. We can reserve it for such a day as this.
(There seems to be no suspicion of an ulterior motive. Obviously he's nursing one, being the way he is. It's not about coming up with propositions for what to reply, for what to tell them, but about . . . control . It feels more like spying on his lover's chats than being of any help. He feels the need to check his social media and other devices. This is an invasion of privacy; it's a way for him to monitor Roxas' social life and that much Xemnas is aware of. Being soulmates means they're equal in all other aspects, except he still struggles with that notion of equality.
As long as he doesn't have the whole truth of his rebirth pieced out, the Superior feels extremely insecure. Incomplete. Like soul shards grotesquely mashed together to make a greater whole.
Meanwhile, Xion and Lea are wondering what Roxas has been up to. The silence has to be for a reason, or why else is he unreachable? Another tactful message is sent, informing the blond to come home whenever he feels like it. The irony of it all, however, is that they're at a sleepover party in Hayner's house, five blocks down.)
Your messages can wait. You need to not be tempted by that phone.
(Xemnas throws in, kissing down his temple. The moon rises clear, and the winter landscape was as gorgeous and beautiful as if it has not been whipped and torn by streetlights and various neon signs.)
it's making the days melt together holy heck
More than a bit sleepy as well. Today was a good day. He would sleep well when the need to finally claimed him.]
Maybe… but I need to check it eventually. Xion can get super worried, and she might come hunting for me.
[They were connected in a different way than he and Xemnas were. Xion might be able to use that connection to find Roxas, and he sighed internally at how she might react to a scene like this. Disappointed most likely for not telling her about Xemnas right away for sure as the biggest reaction…
And if Xemnas asked, Roxas saw no problem with the other looking through his phone. There really wasn’t anything that was bad on there and his social media history is pretty PG13. There’s memes shared between friends that the small blond just doesn’t get at the moment… Didn’t mean he couldn’t pretend to laugh along with his friends.]
… Five more minutes. I’ll get up in five minutes.
[And feel bad when he sees his phone. Remembering the planned sleepover. Apologize for missing it without giving away why he missed it. Send Namine a message about meeting him the next day or a few days from now, to talk, maybe explain things depending on how upset she might be about missing a friend’s night.
He smiled at the kiss. Xemnas was right. Phone be damned for the moment.]
I’ll make it ten minutes. You’re really warm.
That Easter-themed event though
The warmth in the room reaches for them, curls around them both.
Perhaps Xion would be more agitated by the fact that Xemnas is the man who Roxas has bedded down with. Has given up his purity to. All she knows so far from the connection they share is that Roxas fares well. Feels cared for, and if she may dare, loved? Only she can't help the nagging feeling of uneasiness looming over her during the sleepover party. It's faint, subdued even, but it's there nonetheless. For all that, the next thing she does is down her drink at the cheers of Lea. If anything, it's not acknowledging their budding relationship that may take a lot of getting used to, but the prickling fear that Xemnas abuses him the same way he's abused every single one of them. Or worse, much worse.)
A change of heart so soon? Not that I mind . . .
(As far as memes go, Xemnas kind of likes the most viral ones. Unbeknownst to many (aside from Xion), the Superior has a childish sense of humour and wonder, but also a childlike proclivity for creepy pranks. It's certainly not above him to draw on Roxas' face while he's peacefully sleeping and immortalize the moment with a collection of playful snapshots; or make fun of his backpain-inducing short size by putting his keys on a surface way too high for Roxas to reach unless he jumps and hits his head.)
Make it longer if you must. I will not convince you otherwise.
(Every tender gesture is made obscene by the situation. A giant of a man worshipping the sinfully young, physically and verbally.
The resolute promise to get up later instead of now is useless and the silver-haired man wants nothing more than to bask into true connection.)
I officially hate easter eggs...
Xemnas’ hair does tickle his skin, the kiss leaving a nice warm spot quickly cooled even with the warmth in the room when the other pulled away just enough.]
I’m comfortable. And they can wait! When Xion and Namine hang out, sometimes I don’t get a text back all day.
[Sorry, Xion. Roxas adored her, but girl’s day was a little annoying. He liked keeping in touch with both of them, and when Olette was involved, it was worse. Too his horror, a few times he’d been dragged into their little shopping trips and other things. Though he does have to admit to himself that he did have fun painting his nails. Irritation quickly changed to adoration in case Xion decided to dwell too much on how the blond was feeling.
He’d have to chastise her later if he were to find out she was drinking things she shouldn’t. For being such a reckless and troublesome boy, there was a few things Roxas was rather straight edged about.]
You don’t have to convince me. It’s fine. If they need something important, they can leave a message. It’s not like they can send anything after me.
[Right now he’s glad that Xion was never given the ability to summon lesser Nobodies, and as far as he knew, Lea and Isa were unable to anymore. How awkward would it be to have a few of those appear in the room to check on the small blond to assure he was safe.
They’d likely end up with a wrecked hotel room out of sheer panic from Roxas…]
I officially love FF7 REMAKE!
Xemnas stands by the window, a delicate cup of hot tea in hand, looking out over the sea of people, observing rather than losing himself in the revelry. He feels disconnected today, his skin so sensitive to every breath of wind. There's some itch in his skin, some tingling restlessness in his spine, some passion he cannot sate. A languid disinterest in anything not Roxas. He feels hot, alone, lost, as though he's left Roxas behind for others to enjoy. It must be separation anxiety. A defensive mechanism against loneliness, or the fear to lose him again. First the Sigil, on which Xemnas has shown dependency. There has to be another way to check up on Roxas without using Gummi technology. Something more organic, less threatening, easier to track.
As far as he knows, the ability to summon lesser Nobodies never goes away for good. The Superior holds a hand out and summons a Nobody to wake the blond up. If there's anything different from the summoned Nobody, it's definitely its shape and size. Very small, like a puppy. A cute one at that, showing unrelenting curiosity as he sniffs its way around until it finds Roxas on the bed. Xion hasn't left a message yet, probably because she's passed out from drinking things she shouldn't (though she's been sleeping peacefully knowing that Roxas is all right.)
Xemnas places his tea down on the table, a smile blossoming on his face.)
Greeting, my Beloved. It may not be quite the guard dog you are looking for.
(He steps over to the bed then leans down to press a slow kiss against Roxas' forehead, inhaling, breathing in the smell of the boy's skin. It makes Xemnas sigh, the tiniest of sounds, breathy and vulnerable and honest, warmth swelling in his chest. All the rest is sand tossed into the sea.)
Beware of its small stature: it is bulging with playful vigor in both shape and attitude.
I've been distracted writing another book, but it was a good game!
That was past Roxas. He was appreciating the rest right now. Even with Xemnas no longer in bed, he was curled up and quite content. Buried under whatever blankets had been left. A private little cocoon that was intruded on by something foreign. Roxas grumbled softly as he opened his eyes, the kiss abating some anger. Then he sat up rather quickly and stared at the strange little dog.]
… I’ve never seen a Nobody like that before…
[A hand is held out to the creature. It’s how he’d been taught to greet dogs in Twilight Town. Let them come to you. It kept Roxas from being bitten a few times as raised hackles were a good indicator that the canine wanted nothing to do with him. Cats were harder to read since even with distance they would at times strike. He still adored both animals.
Cats maybe just a tad more than dogs. They were easier to pick up and carry around.]
It’s weirdly cute. Can you make other kinds?
[Could a bird be created? Fish? Anything? Roxas had to admit that he would be delighted with pretty much anything. Wondering if Nobodies were as varied as Dream Eaters were. It was enough to get him to swing his legs off the bed, hissing softly when they touched floor not as nice and warm as the bed.]
Wait… what time is it?
Good to know! You're writing books as living? 0.0
Fewer seem to retain their form and memories.)
This lesser Nobody is unusual in both shape and intelligence. It is a possibility that the remaining parts left behind by its heart are driven by the will to protect its new Master . . . in memory of the one he's lost to Darkness.
(For some reason, his new companion can't help but aspire to bond with Roxas. To become as loyal as Dream Eaters are to Sora and help Roxas through it all. Its first intentions are born from the most sincere interest in his mental well-being. The small creature greets Roxas with wriggles and licks as the young blond holds his hand out to him, very retriever-like.
That's all it does: no biting, no snarling.)
The creation of Nobodies works in mysterious ways. I may be unable to intervene in their making as of now. Still, it has enough will to respond to my summoning.
(Then his hand hastily reaches out to cradle Roxas' cheek, curving around the roundness of it. His eyes darken at the prospect of heading for The World That Never Was. Even if he has yet to leave Roxas, the separation already feels like a lost limb. It's like a slender thread pulled tight. It offers no support but he's aware it is there.
Romantically, they've been irrelevant to each other. Socially, he's been a framework -- a set of rules for him to push against. But he’s been his Superior, prior to reclaiming the Sigil. A figure of authority, not a lover.
But not anymore.)
It is not the time for goodbye yet.
(A trace of sadness colours his words. Facial recognition fails to convey deeper emotions. One can tell by the sound of his voice that he's somehow concerned that Roxas is threatened with the temptation to open up to his friends about him. About them. Amber eyes follow the trail of saliva that is left behind by the dog's tongue, shifting from his cheek to his throat before dipping lower to his jutting collarbone. It lingers deliberately, a moment too long, before he allows it to drift back up to watch his lips form words.)
That feeling . . . (He shakes his head, hoping to hold back the slight tremor to his voice.) What is the name for it?
Naw, writing books is a hobby. I'm a data entry specialist for a living :D
I like it. It kinda looks like something Sora would have around. He’s got a lot of different Dream Eaters he can summon.
[Though they all have ridiculous names and attacks. Roxas sometimes felt envy, though, seeing as he wanted an adorable friend like that. This Nobody would do as he gains some confidence to pet the creature on the head gently.
Blue eyes moved to lock onto Xemnas. Looking a little confused as to why this touch was so quick. Was Xemnas jealous of Roxas lavishing his attention on the lesser Nobody?
No. That couldn’t be right. Xemnas wouldn’t have create it if he felt that way. Hopefully. The small blond would feel bad if he somehow caused the older man to feel jealous in some way. Though he knows that being apart might cause that feeling for them both.
Roxas was young and sometimes would get jealous just from friends hanging out together without him. A feeling he knew not to dwell or act on. Would Xemnas be the same? Not act on things like that? Roxas hoped so. He didn’t want too much strain between his friends and his now other half when he was finally ready to speak about what was going on.]
Feeling? [There were a lot of feelings. Roxas looked thoughtful as he let himself dwell on Xemnas leaving soon. Somewhat flushed from that noticed gaze drifting down before turning back to his face. A distraction that he pushed down as much as he could so his voice remained steady in reply.]
Loneliness, longing… maybe you’re feeling anxious? Nervous? Those emotions aren’t really that fun. When I get anxious, I feel like my chest is being squeezed super tight. Being nervous can lead to being anxious. Is it like that?
Really? Color me impressed! :3 By the way, what is your book about?
There can be no doubt that the Superior will imagine wrong where it never exists. He may have the tendency to be unjust to Roxas' friends, estrange and resent every one of them.
Most of the feelings he identifies are linked to jealousy and despondency about Roxas leaving. So he stays seated and never takes his eyes off him, admittedly drawn by his own curiosity of the knowledge Roxas has of emotions. A heart makes him feel like a finite being; there's only so much that he's able to understand and ascertain with memories alone. They've enabled him to correctly respond to the situation in which he finds himself, save for this one, and that's as far as it gets. His reach is limited. It helps that Roxas isn't condescending or pitying.
Rather, it's closer to compassionate assertiveness. It's hard not to peek at the progress of his flush, and he does it twice, but his eyes flicker back up to his.)
Yes, my Key, I believe that is quite accurate a description. (That's the simplest possible answer, delivered with a slight pat on Roxas' shoulder, a paper-thin smile curving his lips. He doesn't seem distressed, and really, he usually isn't; the only hints of distress come when he thinks Roxas has fallen prey to the darkness.) Excessive anxiety leads to a combination of physical and psychological symptoms. Isn't it always, when two hearts part their separate ways?
(His eyes arrest on his mouth, and it takes a moment to register the tighter twitching of his fingers around his cheek. The Superior tries to appear placid, except that the skate of his fingers up Roxas' neck tells another story. For all of his vocabulary, Xemnas has never been able to express that longing. Before long Xemnas tilts his head towards his muscled chest, ever so softly. And his fingers are smoothing down his spine, now. Urgent and inquisitive. But he doesn't know how to voice it, so he keeps his silence, instead cackling at the cute dog-like creature that plops down on Roxas' lap without so much as a bark. The front of its maw sports the Nobody Emblem, which means it's only relying on its other senses and fleeting memories.)
Through the anxiety and loneliness that longing entails, I've gained entry into the depths of my own heart.
It's a supernatural thriller/urban fantasy
The blond would find something. Eventually.
It would just have to be a small little aggravation to have his two worlds clash over him. Not that he believed he deserved something like that to happen. He was just one boy. Just Roxas.]
Yeah… [His gaze turned down to his lap. There was a want to enjoy those fingers traveling along his neck and back. His chest felt too tight, a distraction from something he’d otherwise take pleasure in.
The dog climbing into his lap did nothing to alleviate the anxiety settling over him.]
It’s good to learn about yourself… but I still don’t like that you’re leaving. And I can’t contact you.
[It sucked. It hurt. Roxas didn’t like the deep loss already flooding him. Not knowing how Xemnas was doing, when he would return, or any of that. It wasn’t like he could just summon a Dusk to relay a message. Being a Guardian of Light left some of his former abilities in the dust.
Not that he'd even tried to summon one... he didn't think the others could take the shock of those Nobodies in their life again.]
I’ll talk to my friends as soon as I can. So you can come back here and stay.
Sounds amazing! And long time no see!
Part of him contemplated being never forgiven for his misdeeds . . . It comforted him to know they'd meet again. Somewhere they'd be just the two of them, free from judgment.)
(The Superior has learned a long time ago that watching and waiting could win for him, prudence a virtue taught to him by Master Xehanort and improperly honed over the years —and promptly forgotten when it came to anything and everything to do with Roxas. Something about Roxas' encouraging words inspires him to lay aside intellect and judgement, even for an instant, for the purposes of emotional healing and growth. There is, Xemnas has come to realize, a time for resolutions and a time for mental escapism. His features, weary, take on a kinder cast.)
I very much look forward to meeting you again.
(he says, every inch the compassionate Superior he hasn't wanted to be since he discovered humility and a need to protect Roxas that transcends the narrow concept of protection. His voice barely scraps up enough sound to be heard over the cheerful chirping of the birds and the whispers of leaves. The push of closeness is equally matched by the pull of intimacy in his experience of humanity. Xemnas is drawn by the softness of his skin, by the Light he carries inside of him that can't help but find release in his eyes, in the quality of his voice. The silver-haired man hugs him close and has, at least, the good grace to look peaceful, if not openly pleased, as he kisses him on the lips, much to the joy of the domesticated canine. That's a nice change of pace from the graveness he's draped around himself since he woke up. Love sucks the air out of a room if one isn't careful. It has its own orbit, takes out everything in its path. Xemnas can't evade its pull.
And when Roxas makes demands, the Superior carefully listens to each of them; the shattered remnants of trust between them healed with every promise.)
Hii!!! Sorry, work made replying hard.
Yet he would never ask anyone to forgive anyone if they didn’t want to. Xemnas hadn’t been a paragon of good things either. He would never ask Xion to forgive Xemnas. Not if she didn’t think it was possible. Simply tolerate. Why?
Roxas wanted a chance. A slim chance would be better than no chance at all. To be able to bring Xemnas around, to try and let the others see that there was nothing really to fear. Would he get that chance?
Or would he have to fight for that chance… That was something he didn’t want to do but being with your soul mate was important. It was made out to sound like the most important relationship you’ll have. Roxas wasn’t fully sold on the idea of that since he loved all of his friends dearly, just not in the way he would come to love Xemnas.
A chance given by the willing choice of others would be preferred.]
You just gotta let me know when you want to see me. I can come to you till I talk to them. Once we figure out how to contact each other.
[Maybe use this strangely cute puppy Nobody in his lap. Since Nobody could move between worlds, it would be a way to send messages for the time being. Roxas was even thinking of a way to attach messages, such as with a collar and a little tube.]
I can’t wait, either.
[A hug is good. Roxas was pleased with the physical closeness. He wanted more, and his want is reward with a kiss. The dog doesn’t even exist anymore as he is more than happy to sink into the affection. Everything was focused on Xemnas again, and that was all that he needed right now.]
T.T Same! Work affects my writing
Having been shattered several times, her heart had its leftovers - shards of memory - tear her to pieces. That man had used her. Used them all. She had been a means to an end. To think she'd put her faith in him. To think she had trusted him twice. With the knowledge that Xehanort had instigated all this trouble, hearing of Xemnas from Ansem the Wise has opened her eyes to the fact that the Superior's repulsive acts and ineptitude at valuing relationships resulted from emotional immaturity. However, by then it's been too late. Even though it isn't as comforting as it may sound, Xion would have wished his ulterior motives were a twisted sort of caring, but it could hardly be that, now, could it? In all probability, it was an advanced form of "grooming": Instilling self-doubt and enforcing isolation in order to exert control. Except Xemnas had been abusive to her, commenting frequently that she was a useless doll, that emotions were a liability.
But that faith hadn't been necessarily misplaced. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been reborn as herself and been given the chance to live alongside Roxas and Axel. She knew of an old saying, at one point in time before being erased from history, that she hadn't put much stock in but now knew it couldn't be closer to the truth. Time heals all wounds. Second chances appeal to the forgiving side of her, the part that had to win out for her to consider sharing the same space as him. Because she shares so much with Roxas, pain and joy alike, it's inevitable that Xion longs for a deep, meaningful bond with her Superior. Not in a romantic sense; Something more family-friendly, fatherly almost. It's like no matter what she can't help but make room in her heart for him.)
Roxas . . . My beautiful key. It took me so long to find you.
(His voice, charged with sensually-charged baritone vibes, gave away his growing arousal. While the pet is quick to figure out Xemnas' lustful disposition, it jumps off the teen's lap and scampers over the windowsill and off to Light knows where. The kiss invites interaction, and Xemnas finds himself unable to resist its command. Eventually, the Superior doesn't remember when his bathrobe falls off, and he has no intention of requesting permission to put it back on. Not when his hand quests lower on his torso, ghosting over his cottony garb to finally rest at his hip. Firm and virile. It stays there only for a moment, stabilizing him while they kiss. But that underrated cuteness coaxes him into the kiss, his fingers nudging him to shift, to climb onto his lap where he belongs. The gesture evokes blasphemous imagery - a cherub being seduced by Satan - the minute the angle of his mouth changes, the slow drag of his tongue over his lower lip anything but innocent.)
and then i got injured 8D sorry for the delay
Sure, he would share his thoughts and opinions, but who wouldn’t? Anyone would paint their soulmate in a good light. He would make sure to not overdo it. Not to only sell a good side. It wouldn’t be a true picture of how things were.
Xion would appreciate the honesty. She was one of the most important people to the young blond and always would be. He wouldn’t lie to her.
As he dwelled on the thought, he knew that if she approved of Xemnas, the others would be sure to follow into doing the same. Sometimes Roxas wondered if Xion knew just how people valued her opinion and thoughts like they did him.
But that thinking was put onto a backburner as he felt the small pup take off. That invited curiosity in him till he could figure out he should move. Get closer. Shivering with anticipation and excitement at what could possibly be happening soon. Roxas was willing, would be willing, to participate in whatever Xemnas was thinking of. If it meant the other would stay just a little longer, he would sink into any depravity.
Despite being called a key by Xemnas, Roxas felt more like a lock. A lock slowly being opened bit by bit as the other man figured out just what combination to use to keep unraveling the young man. Each kiss and touch snapping the teeth of the lock into place to allow more to be laid bare. He let his lips slip open to the tongue running along it. Waiting for what was to come as he let a calm slip over.]
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.
no subject
His momentary feeling of bliss is interrupted. Having his face cupped by hands makes him pout a bit. A distraction from all the affection he was being showered in left some irritation in his stomach that quickly died down. Roxas can feel the pout fade as he hums softly at the question. Leave it to his soulmate, still new to having a heart, to ask a question like that.]
… happy? [That sounds right as he smiles softly at the older man.] I liked it.
[More than liked. It was much closer to love, a word he wasn’t ready to use just yet. The range of emotions would always be fascinating. Roxas was determined to be there when he could be to see just what range Xemnas could accomplish.
It would be embarrassing to share that sometimes he would just watch his friends. See how they reacted to some things and feel a swell of happiness when they would do things like laugh. Simple things like that were enough. With Xemnas? Any emotion was good, though the young blond would have to draw the line at anger. That was an emotion that was only useful in battle to him.
Being pushed down, arranged to be in a more comfortable position, makes the thought of emotions start slipping away. Xemnas was in kissing range, but all that Roxas wants to really do is bury his face in that silky hair. Let out soft noises as he’s moved against, feeling that want that could not yet be satisfied. Pushing against the others tongue with his own and receiving a delightful shiver at the sensation.
Then something pings in the back of his mind. It was enough to make him pull away and look over at the window. He doesn’t say anything as his heightened emotions pick up on a connected heart that was way too close to the hotel. He vaguely wonders if she could feel him, shutting that notion down when he only felt her heart. No anger or anything strong came from that. It still sat in the back of his mind as he wonders why she was there.]
Uh… Xion’s outside.
[This could be potentially bad. Roxas bites his lip as he turns back to Xemnas. Not sure what to do in this situation. Would his former Superior know? In this case the younger man would be willing to follow any lead he could to avoid an awkward, or maybe explosive, meeting.]
cw : oral, voyeurism -ish?
(Another hand shoots out, brown-skinned and slick, to grasp Roxas by the hip. Normally such a tired wrist and weakened grip would be an easy inconvenience from which to disengage, especially for a fighter of Roxas' athleticism and training. But in his aroused state, his grip is inhumanly virile. Impossibly possessive. Silver tresses brush against the young key bearer's back when Xemnas shifts into a kneeling position and kisses him from behind, the athletic curvature of his calves digging into the mattress. Small red crescents are blooming all over his skin, a badge of honor worn proudly. Just the thought of Roxas' friends gossiping on it drives him wild. The entirety of him belongs to Roxas.
In a sense, both men are proprietary of one another. Bite marks are the next step.)
What quirk of fate has led her to that hotel, I do wonder. Oh, that's right — your connection.
(Xion blinks up, gently petting the dog's face - over nose, between eyes, under chin.
From where she's sitting, the Replika doesn't make out the silhouette towering over Roxas nor her friend for that matter. Then she shyly averts her eyes, a cute shade of pink dying her cheeks. It looks like they're being intimate - a thing she's never experienced herself. She knows it with rare certainty. Yet - she's considered being so with Naminé.
The witch. Not the warty-nosed halloween kind, either. But the sensual, flowing, servant of the Light. The warmth that suffuses her veins while she lays on Naminé's lap is too sweet and gentle to be mere passion, but burns too low and dark to be the kind of affection she's supposed to feel. The seductive depths of her own wants terrifies her, as though peering into the fanged maw of an unknowable beast. She isn't sure whether it excites or frightens her. Too heavy, those things buried unsaid between them; to speak of it would be to tear the gossamer threads that keep them close. Xion feels different. Maybe she's too drunk on the emotions within Roxas' heart; arousal tinged with anxiety.)
Let her come. But first, we must strengthen our bond before it has to weather more turbulent waters.
(Or a repurposed Recusant's Sigil. It's always come alive in her hand in time of need, like the Keyblade, reinforcing her body, lending her the gifts of superhuman strength, speed and agility. The Mark of Heresy has always seemed to obey her, and it has been like her birthright, bonded to her in the early days of her rebirth. It's former purpose, inspired by vague memories of the Keyblade War, used to track the location of Nobodies and interesting puppets. Now that it's been reclaimed, it serves as the new symbol of their unbreakable friendship. Still she can't fathom why her heart is thudding with the obscenity of what she doesn't see, of what Roxas is feeling.
There's no threat nearby. Xion is dumbfounded for a moment, her brain processing the change in her friend's heart. Could it be that Roxas is —
— overpowered in some way?
Things are getting out of hands.
Xemnas intends no mercy, his intention clear and his dark soul willing to perform any sexual act to find sweet release. Never at the cost of his lover's dignity nonetheless. A sort of lust overtakes him when he moves Roxas into a kneeling position, arms bound behind his head, totally without clothing. The full beauty of his tiny body isn't on full display anymore and can't be denied. Only his face can't be seen, because Xemnas has mounted it, very slowly making his hips rise and fall. Roxas' juvenile features are thus completely obscured by Xemnas' muscular, round rear end, his heavy sac mashing against his chin and neck, his legs bent at the knee on either side.)
Oh, aren't you a beautiful sight this morning, my Key? So gorgeous and innocent, even with a fat cock in your face.
(What Xion isn't looking at but feeling is a perversion of mating, not procreative sex in the religiously-ordained way but rather a lewd, nasty oral.
Then Xemnas speaks with revelatory slowness, his pre-cum slick cock pressing against his lips.)
Open up, my beautiful fuckbird.
no subject
The grip on his hip makes the blond bite down on his lip to keep any noise from slipping out. It felt strangely good. There would be a bruise later. Would he heal it? Who knows. He might just keep it and let his fingers run over the tender skin to see if that would elicit the same feeling.]
Our connection helps us know where the other is… we don’t use it often, unless one of us in in danger…
[Xion might think these heightened emotions were danger. Roxas does still have some lingering fears deep down about all of this. If this was okay. If this was going to end bad. That he would end up hurt somehow, not just by Xemnas, but by the others as well. Those fears shouldn’t be strong enough to trigger his best friend to come for him, though. So why?
That would not be something he’s allowed to dwell on. His arms are taken, and a panic starts rearing its head. Not at the suddenness of overly warm body parts against his own skin, filling his nose with a scent he can’t explain but leaves his stomach roiling in a heat of its own. No. This panic came from something else. And it quickly leads to irritation that changes his expression from fear to a low anger.]
…. [No answer yet as he intentionally rolls his face away from the cock, feeling the tip drag against his cheek. There’s still a glower in his eyes as he glances at Xemnas.]
No. Not unless you let go of my arms. [To add weight to that, he tries to pull out of the grip.] I’ve let you have your way with what we've been doing, but I don’t like this.
[This was too controlling. He’d been more patient letting the other man have control over their activities, and now a line has been crossed in the younger man’s mind.]
no subject
. . . I accept responsibility for the errors of my ways.
(It would have been a treat to stare at Xemnas, squatting motionless on the mattress, one hand wrapped around Roxas' wrists, watching the boy try to break free from the possessive grip. The look of furious indignation on his face had invoked images of concrete walls, of guard towers and razor wire fences coursing with electricity.
The fallen Superior couldn't help feeling humbled by the call-out on his controlling ways. By a coltish-legged child, no less.
And he wondered whether Roxas had said those words as a threat; whether he'd said those words as a boundary. Transgressing these boundaries could lead to disastrous consequences. Mistrust was one of them, the malaise of it all the more tangible, crashing on the shores of whatever unnamed tenderness that lay between them.
Even though he had yet to fathom the complexities of remorse, his new-found heart wanted to nurture and cultivate that instinct. A different sort of tension filled the room as it weighed heavily on Xemnas' heart. The empathetic part of him took over in the decision-making without his awareness, seeking Roxas' approval in all things.
Brown-skinned fingers unraveled from his wrists, one at a time. Sensitivity, empathy, respect had won. He'd stopped. Refused to jeopardize their fragile happiness and take advantage of his trust in spite of his warnings, in the throes of bliss. Love was seldom convenient, often hideous and painful, but a true blessing to whoever treasured it.
In spite of everything, embarrassment wracked through him like lightning. The Superior knew the language of sex better than that of the Heart, but never before had he felt so ashamed. He hated how shame wracked him afterward, the way his eyes were averted, the hesitation in his voice. Regardless Roxas was worth all of it.)
I have offended you. For that I can only beg your forgiveness.
(Xion felt herself at a crossroads with all these emotions hitting her all at once, felt herself become heady and angry even as the dog Nobody tried to drag her away; for the first time, she felt something other than anger and fear churn within her. She'd seen echoes of these sentiments in her dreams; they loomed largest, yet she didn't understand how it came about. Relief washed over Xemnas as his hand hesitantly slipped down the juvenile iliac of Roxas, where bruises started to blossom. Marks of possession.
In that moment, Xemnas would do anything for him, any salacious act he desired. The Superior wouldn’t have felt this way under any other circumstance, for any other boy, or for Saix. But it was Roxas. Roxas who had always earnestly given him a second chance at life, who had shown bravery in defending him even though he could have left him to rot, Roxas whose loyalty had never wavered. He kneeled down and leaned over him, his lips smoothing down his chin. As his massive, spongy cock-crown butted up against Roxas' thigh, the older man flashed back effortlessly to their time together. Even before giving him a name, a purpose, he had been totally smitten with him. During his time scheming and plotting his way around the Realm of Light, he took every chance he could to catch a glimpse of Roxas. Roxas on his missions, Roxas practicing Keyblade Training, Roxas crossing swords with Heartless, squawking back and forth with them. It was fair to say that he had desired him from the first time they met.)
From now on, have it your way. There are no limits as to how far I will indulge you.
no subject
It was more of a comfort to do something small like that. His expression slips from irritation to something calmer as Xemnas apologizes. There’s something amusing to him since a simple “I’m sorry” would have sufficed. Yet that wasn’t Xemnas’ style.
It was good that the older man was willing to let go so quickly, though. Roxas doesn’t know what he would have done to get away. Those thoughts, trying to dig into them, filled him with some apprehension. He has a vague feeling that if he felt even more threatened, someone would have come, or something might have been summoned to save him. Those would be thoughts quickly dismissed and never brought up again.
Wishing harm against Xemnas would always be a “this is not okay” subject.]
As long as you don’t do it again. At least not without consulting me first on if it’s okay.
[Consent to such actions would always be heavily enforced. The young blond doesn’t know everything about any sordid past Xemnas other than it happened, yet he hopes it was willing on all sides.
His hands moved up to run through the others hair. Smoothing it down and showering Xemnas in gentle affection as heated feelings died down completely. If they were having it his way, then… he comes up blank. He was partially distracted by feeling Xion’s heart moving away. He’d have to apologize for being an emotional mess later if she did indeed feel his own feelings bleeding out.
It’s a bittersweet relief that Sora was gone for now. Roxas isn’t sure how his former Other would have reacted to all of this. Not as Xion did, for sure. He sighs and stops playing with Xemnas’ hair as something comes to mind.]
Is there anything you’ve never done with someone? I don’t know how much you’ve done, so I can’t think of anything specific.
[The pleasure should be for them both, not just for Roxas. Even if it is his choice, he wants to do something they both would get something out of. He doesn’t ever want to be thought of as a selfish lover.]