Engulfed In Flames

Hello all!! Welcome to the twisted world of what goes on in my head!! Doesn’t that sound like fun? Lol. Of course it does. Now, this story is going to be mostly organization based, but I might bring our heroes in later for a little fun. Sounds pretty cool, right? Obviously you think so; otherwise you wouldn’t be reading my tale. Now, I know I should give you a list of all the couples but the only one I know for sure is Axel/Zexion. There is also the possibility of male preg. later on. We’ll see. Oh!! Mostly, the reason I’m writing this is because Axel and Zexion are a hot couple, but I’m tired of not seeing any of it going on. So here we go.

Chapter 1

It was too white. He had decided that a long time ago. It might have been one of the reasons he enjoyed his room being in one of the deepest basements. With a tired yawn, Zexion removed his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes. It had been another long night at his desk to please the superior, Xemnas and he needed a cup of coffee for a morning pick-me-up after having pulled all this research together.

Silently, he gathered the papers scattered about his desk and slid them into their proper folders before closing and stacking his box on the corner as neatly as they had been the night before. Glancing into the mirror he straightened his hair properly and made himself look awake once more before he turned his attention back to his desk. With a tired sigh he gathered up the folders and began his venture topside, stopping when he saw a rather annoyed looking middle aged man walking towards him, his dirty blonder hair ruffled in his search for inspiration.

”Good morning, Vexen.” Zexion had always been a firm believer in proper greetings. Nothing was a bigger slap to the face than ignoring someone.

Vexen fixed his eyes upon Zexion before giving a nod, “Morning, number six”. Vexen was number four in the organization. He was very formal with his greetings and often grew very upset at the disrespect many of the other members often gave him. As the scientist in the organization, he also had a room deep within the basements of the castle along with a lab that he tended to spend more time in than anything.

“Here, I gathered more information on what you requested…” Zexion held out one of his many folders. Vexen took it gratefully before reading over it, his eyes soon going wide. “Of course! It’s so simple!” With his loud declaration, Vexen quickly ran past him down the hall to his lab.

Zexion merely shook his head slightly before continuing his journey upwards. It wasn’t really the obnoxious bright white that he had grown to hate so much yet, but it was getting there. After about two more flights of stairs, he was what many referred to as “topside”. True, he could have portaled to the people he needed to see, but the sudden change in lighting always hurt his eyes and he needed to adjust slowly.

“Zexion, may I have a word with you?” Zexion gave another blink before a whirl of pink petals blow into him, announcing the arrival a very mauve (Editor's note: yes, mauve. go check the box of 50 colored pencils) haired man. He was tall and well-built, masculine enough to work his hair color. “Xaldin will not be pleased to have to clean up your petals again, Marluxia. He’s getting a petition signed, you know.”

Marluxia merely shook his head as he looked at him. “He can do whatever he wants, the petals are staying.” Zexion gave a sigh as he grabbed the folder from his stack and handed it to him. “Here’s the information you asked about at the last meeting.”

Marluxia took the file and skimmed over it for a moment before looking back up at him. “I wanted to ask you if you’ve seen Vexen.” It took all the strength in him for Zexion to not roll his eyes. The assassin had been pursuing the academic for some time and it was only a matter of time before Vexen turned him into one of his experiments. “He was heading to his lab when I last saw him…” Zexion spoke softly, wondering what was going to happen when Marluxia interrupted Vexen’s breakthrough. With a rather devilish smirk, Marluxia vanished in a tornado of cherry blossom petals, leaving Zexion to glare at the spot where he once stood. “Oh sure, Zexion, thanks for staying up until six in the morning to research some retarded plant…” He mimicked curtly as he made his way down the hall, stomping a little too hard on the petals to put emphasis on his anger towards the mauve haired man.

The morning was going as it normally did; the closer he got to the top, the more aggravated he became. It was only a matter of time before the biggest pain in the ass found him. No sooner had the thought occurred to him did he smell gun smoke and the back of his head became suddenly soaked. “God dammit!” Zexion growled as he turned around to glare at the older gentleman suspended upside down with a water gun. His hair was a dark brown and silver with an eye patch over his right eye as the left one was cat yellow, bright and mischievous. Xigbar, number two of the organization.

“You gotta be more on your toes, shorty.” He chuckled, barely able to dodge as Zexion sent copied versions of Xaldin’s lances at him. “Dude, chill!!” Soon Xigbar was standing in front of him, waving his hands in slight surrender. Many people didn’t know that Zexion was actually a very vain person. He deeply cared about his appearance and getting shot in the back of the head with water was enough to set him off. “Whatever…here’s the information on your next mission” Zexion growled as he shoved the file into his chest before moving on down the hall.

It took a moment before he managed to calm down some. Maybe his hair didn’t look so bad. Spotting a reflective surface, he moved over to it. To his satisfaction, his bang was still perfectly in place, but, unfortunately, the back of his hair was soaked and starting to curl. He needed to hurry if there was any hope to save his appearance. Closing his eyes, he focused on the scent that was most important to him at the moment, the crisp clean scent. Moving quickly, Zexion ran into a portal, coming out at the top of a set of stairs. Looking around, he spotted the sad sight he was hoping to avoid.

There, with his head stuck in the stair railing, was organization member number nine and over all nice guy, Demyx. Zexion shook his head as he walked over. Demyx was generally a sweet heart. How he got caught up in the organization, no one really knew, but he was always fun to have around. He mostly got hell, not for his stupid actions, but for his dirty blonde, mullet-like hair style. “Demyx, how did you get stuck AGAIN?” Zexion asked softly as he leaned over the railing slightly.

“Hey Zex!” He greeted with a genuine smile. He was one of the few people that could get away with calling him that. “I thought I dropped a coin, so I was trying to see if I could find it…”

Zexion couldn’t help but give a slight smile. He was such a charming idiot. “And you didn’t think to portal down there and look, why?” There was a moment of pause before Demyx merely gave a shrug, having honestly not thought about it. Zexion gave a soft laugh as he set a file down next to him. “Some information on you next mission. Be careful.”

Demyx tried to look at the file but gave up and just smiled. “Thanks Zex.”

“No problem, but could you do me a favor and take the water out of my hair?” Demyx nodded and raised a hand, the water gathering in a small ball in his hand. Zexion felt his now flat and dry hair with a satisfied smirk. “Thank you.” And with that, he went off to deliver his final file.

There was a reason that Zexion had been saving this file for last. There was a reason he had taken his time and made small talk with everyone. In his hands, he held the file with dark red letters upon it, spelling a name that he absolutely despised. Such an intense loathing that no one thought it possible. “Hey Zexy!!”


Zexion made no effort in hiding his growl at the nickname. He utterly despised it, but no matter what he did, the idiot refused to stop using it. His hair was fiery red, not a spike out of place. His form so thin but perfectly curved, one couldn’t help but wonder if he dared to wear a corset. With his usually cold expression, he looked up into the emerald eyes of organization member number eight, Axel.

“Hello Axel.” He made the words as emotionless as possible. He couldn’t stand to look at the charming man in front of him. Axel was one of the most desirable men in the organization. An absolute mad man in the bed, as rumors had told, but that was what they were. Rumors. Many members of the organization had pursued him and even the straight members couldn’t help but think of experimentation when it came to him. But what made Zexion absolutely want to throw this man to the ground and stab him in the face is the simple fact that he had made Zexion desire him as well.

“How’s the weather down there?” He asked with a smirk. Zexion rolled his eyes as he shoved the file into the man’s chest. “I’m not in the mood today, Axel. Here’s information on your mission. Don’t be an idiot and get yourself killed.” With that Zexion turned to leave, but felt Axel’s hand suddenly grab his wrist. “Awww, does Zexy care about me?”

Zexion glared back at him. Of course he didn’t. If he’d die, a lot of his day would be a lot less painful. “Don’t be so idiotic.” He snapped as he wrenched his wrist back. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going back to my room. I’m very tired and would like to find a way to relax and unwind.” Once again, Zexion turned to leave, only to be stopped by Axel’s voice again. “I know what would help you unwind….”

Zexion could just imagine the Cheshire Cat-like grin on his face, but refused to turn back as he continued to walk forward into a portal to his room. Once he was sure he was in the privacy of his room, he let out a rather uncharacteristic growl of annoyance. “How dare that asshole talk to me that way!? I just want to rip that stupid smirk off his face!” Zexion breathed rather heavilyy from his outburst before he sighed and headed to his bathroom for a shower. He needed to get rid of the thoughts the bastard had forced into his mind.


Aww, I think Zexion just being stubborn ^-^. And poor Axel. He’s pretty much a man whore. But how can he NOT be!? God he’s hot. I hope you all liked the first chapter. More to come!! PLEASE read and review!! Love yas!! <3
EdN: Yay! It's edited!! Hope it's a little bit easier on grammar buffs now, lol.