Price of the Reckless

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-I hate Tifa. I rather like Aerith…and I could not pair Cloud with anyone else, for the roles have been selected already ^^ Don’t kill me. I think it’s cute.

-Now, after being into KH2 (finally!), I know of course about Ansem and Xemnas. The Organization members are not the Nobodies of others in this fic, for plot and smut purposes x3

-I apologize for updating so late, and thank you all for your reviews!

-Usual disclaimers apply. Not mine!

-We can start now.

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Aqua coloured eyes snapped open. A moment ago, the warm breeze smelling faintly of the ocean, sand and moist wood had caressed his face and hair, he had been walking bare foot over the beach towards the bridge that would lead to his favourite spot, the small island in front of the large one, where he would sit on the Papou tree all day and stare at the waves that carried the colour of his eyes. He was meant to be here. Never before, he had valued his home so much. To think he wanted to leave from here so desperately! But that time seemed long gone. Now all Riku wanted to see when he opened his eyes was the blue sky, the ocean, sand, their tree house…he even missed the small waterfall that they would fetch water from that actually was edible.


All he saw, though, now that he opened his stunning eyes, were the smooth, creamy mint-green walls of his room…his. Room. In Hollow Bastion. Riku didn’t know anymore how long he had been here, or why he was here…true, he had bonded with Maleficient against Sora, and Sora had come and defeated him, several times, and then went off to fight Ansem. Riku had waited for Sora to return and collect him. He couldn’t travel the worlds with a mere wave of his hand anymore.


But Sora hadn’t come. He was all alone in Hollow Bastion, not even Heartless were around to smack them a bit. Of course he didn’t know that he had been sent into another plane of existence, his mind off in a whole other dimension, unable to see the beings around him. Actually, Riku was with someone at all times.


He had taken a liking to visiting the library, in which he’d read himself through half the books already. Most of them were boring, only a few stroke Riku’s interest…but the memories of Sora were the strongest here. Sometimes he even heard the brunette’s voice, bubbly and happy, talking of things he didn’t understand. Riku usually listened for a while, only to hear him talking, and then droned him out when it became to depressing, and too hurtful, to listen to voices long gone.


Sora would not come for him.


Sora had forgotten. He would never get home.

Riku didn’t question the plates with food he found in his room each time he returned from the library. He didn’t care who prepared them, how they came here, and why he knew that it wasn’t possible to be fed by nothing. Someone had to be here…but Riku was too weary to go looking for that someone.


He once again strolled down the empty corridors towards the library, jumping down from the second story and smiled to himself when he landed gracefully like a cat on the railing that lined the lower floor. He still had it, baby! Hopping off the railing, he went towards the library and went in; wandering the corridors between the shelves that almost reached the ceiling. Riku felt safe between them. Unless they would fall over, of course…but what would be strong enough to tip a massive shelf full of massive books over? Nothing.


Riku had long ago hung the skin-tight super-hero-like garment he’d worn last against Sora into his closet, and traded it for more comfortable clothes. The shirt he wore today was a light, dusty green, without sleeves just like he liked it, to go with comfortable, baggy jeans. And though he actually had given up hope, he took time to dress each day, should Sora come and take him home…

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Said teen was currently unable to safe anyone, including himself . He had his head resting on his Master’s lap, purring loudly like a kitten, the big, tanned hand gently scratching and rubbing through his soft hair. Oooh, he liked that, and how he liked that…it made him squirm every now and then, especially when Master would run the very tips of his fingernails down the back of his neck. Goosebumps rose to his sensitized skin, and every now and then, a soft moan would rise from his throat, or a gasp, or a mewl. Master’s other hand was resting in the dip of his waist, gripping him securely. Yes, he knew he was treated like a favourite pet. And it didn’t matter at all, as long as the ‘favourite’ stayed right where it was, with him.


“Mmmh….Master…where are we going?”, he asked, turning on the bench of the seat in the strange vehicle they rode in, most likely one of Ansem’s strange little experiments. It was drawn by four, massive Heartless that had the shape of pitch-black unicorns, one of another shape holding the reigns over them.

“You’ll see when we get there, precious. We are visiting an old friend of mine.”

“Master has friends?”, Sora blinked up at him incredulously. The snippet earned him a swift smack to the round bottom he was displaying that nicely in the cute pants he wore. Cut off just where thigh met cheek, and white today, the cut-offs accented the light tan of the boy’s creamy skin, even if only a few inches of it were visible today. As the brunet yelped and jumped to the smack, he shifted as well, thus the light blue shirt he wore rode up slightly to show a few inches of waist and hips, it even had long sleeves today which covered even Sora’s hands to the second knuckle of his delicate fingers, and the long, coltish legs were hugged by dark blue over-knees that went far up his thighs even, only giving view of a tiny bit of skin there. It was as if Master did want to show him off, but did not want to show too much, either. Around his neck laid, instead of a collar, a wide strip of black velvet that felt nice on his skin. A moment later, the hand was in his hair again, mussing it almost affectionately.

“Don’t be disrespectful, Sora.”

“No, Master.”

Ansem smiled lightly, scratching gently along the boy’s scalp, to which Sora purred and lolled like a cat that was being petted while its fur was warm from the sun.

“You just keep quiet, you pretty little thing…”, Sora was scooped up and placed on the elder’s lap, large hands laying against his hips, thumbs rubbing his hipbones, “And stay close to me. Maybe you can play with Xemnas’ own pet, would you like that? He should be your age now.”

The brunet nodded enthusiastically, the prospect of having a playmate besides Master was tempting. Of course not ‘that’ kind of playing! That kind was reserved for Master only. Maybe the other boy had some board games, though. Sora laid his mussed head against the elder male’s shoulder, looking out of the window lazily while inhaling the scent of Master’s cologne which he loved, it was clean and spicy at the same time, and utterly addictive.

Ansem rose an eyebrow as a cold little button nose buried against the crook of his neck, along with a warm, rosy mouth that laid against his collarbone, unmoving.

Poor child, he mused.

Sora was all alone…and didn’t even notice.

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“Ansem.”

“Xemnas.”

Both silver-haired men greeted each other formally, with a nod and a brief shake of hands, then, Ansem followed his friend down the pristinely white hallways and corridors to a sitting room which was much more homely, if anything in the mansion could be homely, in pastel coloured walls and furniture, and a dark green rug on the ground that looked very soft and fluffy.

On the rug sat a blond boy of Sora’s age and height, who seemed to be playing with little dolls, and only looking up briefly with his big, dark blue eyes before lowering his gaze again and cradling a black-haired doll against his chest. Next to the blond kneeled an elder teen, tall and lean and clad in black, seeming out of place in the light coloured room, especially with the flaming red strands that spiked down his back, and the bright green eyes that looked up briefly as well before he jumped up and hastily bowed to the men entering, although he did glance at the brunet trailing after the visitor curiously.

“Axel.”, Xemnas said, glowering down at the lanky teen. “Take Roxas to his room, I have things to discuss. Take Ansem’s little one along, too, and I don’t want to hear any complains later.” The elder’s tone didn’t leave opportunity to deny the order, not that Axel would have denied it.

There was too much at stake.

Nodding with another bow, the redhead crouched to scoop up Roxas’ dolls in his arms and place them in the basket they had brought them in, then cradled the blond in his arms and carried him from the room, taking Sora’s leash and leading him along, too. The heavy oak door, it was painted white, fell shut behind them.

“Axel is his caretaker.”, Xemnas explained as he sat down in a soft green armchair and motioned for Ansem to do the same; who only rose an eyebrow silently. “They have been friends for a long time, and seeing as I cannot let Roxas run around without someone to watch him…”

Ansem did not react to the open question hanging between them. He did not need a caretaker for Sora, did not want one…no one between him and his precious little sex toy. No matter how smug Xemnas looked, no matter how much better the younger silver-haired man deemed himself, Ansem would not ever need someone for Sora.

That was the reason Riku had needed to go.

That was the reason he was here for.

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Axel set down Roxas on the plush carpet in a room a ways down the corridor, releasing Sora’s leash and went to put the dolls away. The things gave him the creeps, but Roxas liked them. At times, the redhead thought the blond already was like them, a pretty shell made of porcelain that had no soul in him.

“Do you pretties want to play a game?”

While Sora perked up, Roxas did not even raise his eyes. But Roxas always had been shy around people he didn’t know, Axel knew that, so there was still hope…

There was still light.

“I won!”, a bubbly voice exclaimed, and Axel blinked…as soon as they had started the game, Sora was ahead already.

“No, you didn’t.”, Roxas replied before the redhead could say anything, or do anything despite watching in surprise. The blond seemed to warm up quickly to the other. And, indeed, safe for the hair and the little frown Roxas always wore, the two of them could have easily been twins. “See, you need to get more tokens…then you won.” The brunet nodded as he listened, and watched the other boy with wide eyes, before the two of them continued playing in silence and Axel joined in as well. Oh he could have ripped them off so easily…but Roxas would frown even darker then, he hated losing, and he didn’t know how Sora would react. Plus, he didn’t want any trouble with his Superior and the visitor. They both didn’t look very nice, and with Xemnas, Axel actually knew he wasn’t. He knew it every night that he had to carry Roxas from the Superior’s bed into his own and cradle him until the spooked boy was calm enough to sleep again. He knew it every time he had to put Roxas into the bathtub and clean him off of any blood and…other dried liquids. Indeed, Xemnas was not a nice man, not even with a delicate child. Once again, for maybe the fifth time today, Axel shook his head lightly. He used to do that a lot.

“Did I…mmmh…win now?” A wide yawn interrupted Sora’s question, and for the first time in days, Axel saw Roxas smile. And the blond nodded.

“Yes. Yes, you did. Good job.”

The young brunet smiled sleepily, before simply falling over onto his side on the cushions Axel had strewn around the play area for them to sit comfortably, and falling asleep. Axel blinked.

“Like a kitten…”

“Hm?” Roxas looked up at him, to which he smiled. “Come on little one. Bath time.” The redhead slid his hands beneath Roxas’ arms and plucked him up from the ground, cradling him once again. He knew Roxas was very well able to walk himself…but he also was warm and cuddly and smelled incredibly nice. “Kittens tend to just fall over and sleep when they’re tired out from play.” The blond nodded, in an understanding gesture. Axel sat him down on the closed toilet, and started the warm water just how Roxas liked it, pouring in several oils that would bubble and foam.

The blond watched him like he always did. All in all, Axel thought, it was a pretty normal day. Besides having another boy sleep in the next room, but he didn’t think Sora would awake any time soon. Gently, he undressed the blond sitting there, careful with his hair of course; Roxas would flip if anyone mussed up his hair. Then, the boy was lowered into the nicely filled tub, and Axel stopped the water, kneeling down beside the tub. Here, in the bathroom, in the bathtub, Roxas would be himself again…before Xemnas had plucked him out of Twilight Town just like that and had left Axel to care for him.

“How do you know about kittens?”, he asked suddenly, looking up at the other from sitting slightly hunched over, making Axel want to coo and aww over him, and also slid forwards slightly. The redhead stood again, and stripped off his own clothing, completely with pants and shirt and boots and underwear, and slid into the tub behind the boy. It seemed Xemnas would be busy a little longer. Roxas had a feeling for that.

“When I was your age, I had a cat. She had kittens some day, and mother said it was perfectly normal for healthy kittens to just drop dead asleep in the midst of games.” Axel shrugged, and reached for the blond’s favourite shampoo, pouring some into his hands, and set his long fingers to work on the mess of hair Roxas had on his head. Immediately, he felt more weight against his chest as the boy leaned back, relaxing, along with a small purr. Roxas loved having his hair washed, as much as he hated having it touched when dry…by most people.

Axel was allowed to brush it. Oh, he did feel special. He calmed down his own racing heart that was wrapped up in the excitement of having the pretty one between his legs and leaning back against him, both of them naked; Axel loved bath time. And he knew Roxas loved it, too! He also loved the little hum that always rose from Roxas’ full, pink lips once he rubbed behind the boy’s ears. Hell, even his ears were cute. The kid was walking sugar.


The foamy mess stayed tangled in the blond tresses to have the scent of the shampoo linger in them once they were dry again, which would be a while from now, and the redhead reached for the oils he would wash the lithe little body with. He didn’t like that they had been hand picked by his superior, meaning that it would please Xemnas to be able to touch and smell the soft, scented skin afterwards, but what choice was there? Pouring the oil into his palms, he warmed it up between his hands, sighing softly at the subtle scent of vanilla. Innocent.

He started at Roxas’s neck, rubbing gentle circles with his fingertips, along the soapy hairline, the back of his neck which made the boy gasp softly and cant his head towards, and he brushed his fingers along the ears and the sides of the delicate neck. One long-fingered hand slid beneath the blonde’s chin, rubbing the vulnerable throat gently and dipped to the collarbones, where the other hand joined as well. Palms slid over gently sloped shoulders, down his arms, new oil from the bottle, and up Roxas’s sides. Axel smiled at the little moan as he made sure the small nubs on the boy’s thin chest were especially clean and smooth, rubbing them devotedly between thumbs and middle fingers. The body in his arms shivered. Axel shivered as well, once his own arousal was up and pressing against the small of a young back.

One by one, the long, thin legs were lifted from the water for the elder to brush the oil over them, teasing the joint of thigh and body, before folding the boy in half almost to rub his small feet.

“Up, little one.”, he commanded gently and helped Roxas kneel up, then bend forwards onto hands and knees obediently to have his back brushed and massaged, too. By now, the coos and purrs were coming frequently as the blond enjoyed the treatment whole-heartedly, arching into the palms sliding up and down his back and sides firmly. Pearly teeth captured a plush lower lip between them as the long, talented fingers reached his behind and massaged the round, perky cheeks of it.

“Oh…”

“Mmmh, do you like that?”

Silly question, Axel mused, after all he knew Roxas liked it, a lot at that. As did he; his hands slid and glided over the by now shiny, oily cheeks, looking so much more supple even with the way the light broke on them and the layer of oil that he massaged in. Whenever he handled them in his hands wide enough, a pink little rosebud would wink at him…well, there was no good in leaving that dirty, was there?

Roxas gasped as a fingertip began to stroke the tight muscle, tickling and petting it into quivering submission until it allowed the oily finger to slide inside, spread the scented oil on his inner walls, and departed to get more before returning with a helper. Axel’s other hand was on his slippery hip, holding it steady as Roxas had the habit of wriggling around when fingered gently; and with how oily and slippery the tub’s bottom was by now, that would have been dangerous for his precious. The redhead’s erection was throbbing right, it took him only a few strokes over it with his oily hand to have it slicked nicely before it was aligned with the wanton hole and inched inside. Each little push was accentuated with a mewl coming from Roxas until his pelvis rested on the soft globes and Axel hissed softly at the slick heat pulsing around him.

“Mmh, Roxas…”


They had to be quiet, he knew that, so he reached around and let Roxas suck on three of his fingers to muffle his delicious moans as he moved his hips back and forth, sliding through the hot tunnel smoothly. The sensation of his beloved beneath him coupled with the sucking and nibbling on his fingers were slowly driving him crazy, moving the digits in the same rhythm as his cock inside the boy, thrusting in and out from both ends.


It had the little blond coming in a mere few minutes, but considering the massage and stimulation he’d gotten before it was no wonder really; Axel’s fingers were dripping with saliva and he hissed again, biting his own tongue to not groan aloud as his little lover clenched around him once the water lapping at just the tip of Roxas’s cock turned milky beneath them. He didn’t manage to pull out fast enough, didn’t have the heart to; Axel wanted to do this every time they did things like that, to mark him from the inside and the outside…but he would be in one hell of trouble if there was only one mark on Roxas’s perfect peach skin or any trace of Axel’s semen inside the boy. Pulling back with a sigh, he sat down and pulled the younger onto his lap, gently spreading his legs and taking a washcloth they hadn’t used, wrapping it around two of his fingers, and reached inside the boy again, giving him a nice aftermath fucking with the slightly rough fabric as he cleaned him inside as well.

“I want to keep it…”, Roxas sighed. He whined about it every time; sometimes more, sometimes less, but the complaints about no trace of Axel on him came repeatedly. The redhead smiled softly and kissed the blonde’s cheek, making him mewl as his genitals were cleaned, as well, by an oily hand.

“There we go…all clean, yes?”

The soft tresses were carefully gotten rid of excess foam, then Axel got out of the tub, dried himself and dressed quickly again before lifting his little lover out to wrap him into a giant towel. Roxas looked drowned in it. His cheeks were still flushed and the large gem eyes were still dazed as Axel dried him carefully, his lips hovering over one smooth, sweetly scented shoulder – there was only time for a short peck to the soft skin, though, seeing as the door opened in the other room.


Apparently, Xemnas and Ansem were done discussing, and the elder of the two was currently voicing his concern about his precious pet laying on mere cushions for a nap. Axel shook his head with a sigh and led Roxas, still wrapped up in his towel, out of the bathroom. Oh, he hated the looks they got…rather, the looks Roxas got. Of course he was enthralling, blinking up at both men from beneath wet bangs and the flap of the towel over his head, one shiny bare leg sticking out easily to the hip almost. That was no reason to ogle him like that!


“He fell asleep, Master.”, Axel said, keeping his head bowed respectfully, gritting his teeth silently as Xemnas took Roxas away and picked him up, just as Ansem had picked up Sora from the ground and held him, the brunette still fast asleep.


“I can see that. Go and clean up the mess you made.”, Xemnas sighed, placing the little blond on the bed, who stayed there, pliantly. “You’re leaving?”


Ansem nodded. “I’ll be over in a few days again.”


He was excused from the castle, led to the door by a black-clothed teen with dirty blonde hair, and sat back into his carriage, Sora half on his lap.

Oh yes. Things were going smoothly, indeed.

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I love Axel and Roxas, so they had to be in there…and Demyx, too! *cheer* Review!