2019 CMO

[yeahtotally]

✿ 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.
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[missingache]

[Another change of position. Roxas feels caged in now, yet he doesn’t move. Wondering vaguely what was next. Their conversation had turned to Xion so he doesn’t know what this was going to lead to, though he hopes it leads to some form of release. There was no way he could go outside in an aroused state like this without discomfort. Nor could he think of how to explain this in any way to Xion with lust filled thoughts clouding rationality.

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.]

[totalistic]

(I’ve let you have your way with what we've been doing, but I don’t like this.)

. . . 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.

[missingache]

[Tension doesn’t leave till wrists became unbound. Roxas gently massages the once trapped appendages even if he knows there’s no severe damage. Bruises were fine. Bruises healed easier than broken bones or torn muscles. Neither of which he could ever think Xemnas would inflict on him.

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.]