In a Dream

Number VI awoke peacefully, the light streaming in from the windows high above. He rubbed his eyes and momentarily stretched, feeling fairly sticky for some reason. Glancing down at his torso, Zexion grimaced at the sight of dried cum that coated his skin.
Images from the previous night flashed through his brain; how Axel had stripped and practically humiliated him before causing him to have the best orgasm he had ever had, followed by him falling asleep in his underwear.
“Dammit, Axel,” he mumbled groggily, standing up and grabbing his jacket. Forgetting about his pants, Zexion put on his overcoat and zipped it up all the way before running a hand through his messy hair.
After making sure his appearance was presentable, the Cloaked Schemer left the library and headed toward the cafeteria, his mind set on something to fill his stomach.
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In the kitchen, Axel was digging through the cabinets, looking for some suitable food to make for breakfast.
Just as he slammed the fridge closed, a set of footsteps was heard entering. The redhead turned to see a certain purple-haired nobody come through the door.
“Morning Zexy,” the redhead greeted, smiling.
“Morning Axel,” Number VI replied, stifling a yawn.
The Flurry’s grin broadened when he saw the bit of semen that remained on Zexion’s neck in plain view.
“Didn’t you clean up?” the taller male asked, an eyebrow raised.
“I just woke up,” the purple-haired nobody explained, pouting.
“Wanna go out to breakfast?” Axel offered, “There’s nothing decent to eat around here.”
“Sure,” Zexion shrugged.
“You should shower first,” the redhead advised.
“Okay.”
The Cloaked Schemer turned to head for the bathroom attached to his bedroom, his jacket billowing behind him.
Wordlessly, Axel followed him out of the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Zexion questioned as he heard the redhead’s footsteps behind him.
“To take a shower,” was Number VIII’s sly reply.
“Why are you following me?”
“Because I don’t intend to waste any water.”
Zexion paled.
“Surely you’re not implying what I think you are, are you?”
“Of course I am,” Axel smirked, “I need to get clean too.”
More images shot through Number VI’s mind and he remained silent on their way to his room.
The redhead, however, was excited at the prospect of seeing the Cloaked Schemer’s bedroom.
A few times along the way, Number VIII couldn’t help himself and he smacked Zexion’s behind, earning a squeak of protest each time.
Once they reached the right door, the purple-haired nobody twisted the knob slowly, almost reluctant to allow Axel access to his room.
The redhead pushed the other male slightly, eager to see. Zexion opened the door all the way, revealing his neatly chaotic bedroom.
The Flurry of Dancing Flames looked around at all the books that lay scattered and the plain walls before his eyes fell on Number VI’s bed, which was still messy and unmade.
“When was the last time you slept in a bed?” Axel asked, a hand on the zipper of his jacket.
“A few days,” Zexion answered, walking past his bed to the door on the opposite wall. He flicked on the bathroom light and ran the shower, adjusting the temperature before stripping himself of his jacket.
Axel watched as the other male stepped out of his thong, setting it in a nearby hamper. The redhead licked his lips as he entered the bathroom, losing his clothing upon entrance. He waited for Zexion to step in the shower before getting in himself.
The water cascaded off of the Cloaked Schemer’s thin body, partially washing away the remnants from the night before. A moment later, a familiar arm was wrapped around his waist, pulling the two men close.
Number VI grabbed the body wash from the ledge and squirted some into the palm of his hand, the water matting his hair to his face. He proceeded to rub his hands together, the soap lathering, and wipe it across his sperm-covered chest.
Axel’s hand roamed to Zexion’s manhood, effectively distracting him from his cleaning.
“Mmmm…..Axel…..” the shorter nobody moaned as the redhead began to play with his hardening cock, teasing.
“Wanna fuck?” the Flurry offered again.
In response, Number VI sighed sexily before saying,
“Maybe after breakfast.”
“Oh, really?” Axel huskily breathed in the other’s ear, earning a shiver from the shorter male.
“You’ll just have to wait until then,” Zexion said sensually, rinsing the semen from his neck.
“What can we do to tie me over until then?” the redhead asked.
“I dunno….”
After he finished cleaning his chest and neck, Number VI turned to face the Flurry, the water flowing from him to the redhead.
Axel reveled in the sight of the purple-haired male in front of him and the expression of lust that consumed his features.
Acting on impulse, the redhead pressed his mouth to Zexion’s in a heated kiss. Number VIII’s tongue prodded at the other male’s lips, coaxing them open. Axel ran a hand along Number VI’s back, tracing his spine, as he thoroughly explored Zexion’s mouth.
Their kiss went on for several minutes until the redhead pulled away, his eyes opening. Zexion licked his lips as he watched Axel nip and lick his way down his chest and stomach, eventually reaching his half-hardened manhood.
The redhead glanced back up at Number VI before skillfully wrapping his lips around Zexion’s shaft. The purple-haired nobody’s eyes slammed shut as Axel’s mouth engulfed his manhood and a loud moan came from Zexion.
“Hell, Axel…….” the Cloaked Schemer groaned, his fingers threading through flaming red hair, gripping tightly.
Number VIII took that action as a suggestion and pressed the tip of Zexion’s cock against the back of his throat, putting light pressure on it.
The shorter nobody bit back a moan, a whimper escaping instead. Every little noise and movement of Zexion’s shot jolts of pure excitement to Axel’s inflating manhood as he continued to play with Number VI. He moved his hand between his own legs, playing with his balls a little before expertly gripping his shaft.
Watching Axel’s movements with interest, Zexion ran a hand through his own wet hair, the water running down his torso and onto the redhead.
Axel slid his tongue along the underside of Number VI’s manhood, the head rubbing against the roof of his mouth, as he pumped at his own erection. With his unoccupied hand, the taller male reached up, gingerly grabbing Zexion’s sac and squeezing lightly. Another soft sound came from the purple-haired nobody, enticing the redhead to move his hand farther back, a finger teasing at his entrance.
“After b-breakfast,” the shorter man moaned, effectively stopping Axel’s progression.
The redhead groaned at the disapproval, moving his hand back to Zexion’s balls and continued to suck diligently at his cock, earning even more coos and moans from the shorter male.
“Faster, Axel,” the Cloaked Schemer pleaded, thrusting his manhood deeper into the redhead’s mouth.
Speeding up his movements, the Flurry hummed gently, knowing that it would drive the shorter male crazy.
As he continued to please Number VI, Axel’s hand pumping at himself sped up, bringing him close.
Zexion couldn’t take it anymore; the feeling of the redhead’s hot mouth melting around his manhood combined with his fingers teasing at his sac made his guts clench and his vision whiten at the edges.
“Ax, I’m….ugghhhh……..gonna…..come,” the Cloaked Schemer breathed, barely audible over the water pouring down on them.
Axel’s mouth moved at an amazing pace at Zexion’s words and felt the shorter nobody’s balls tighten.
The overwhelming sensation of orgasm flowed through Number VI’s body and he shot hot spurts of his seed into Axel’s awaiting mouth.
Just as the last bit of semen shot from the shorter male, the redhead felt himself orgasm, his own seed falling to the shower floor and circling at the drain.
The redhead waited for Zexion’s cock to stop pulsating before releasing it from his mouth.
The purple-haired male leaned against the shower wall, his head resting on his arm and his breathing labored.
Standing up, the Flurry grabbed Zexion’s chin and pressed their lips together. He opened his mouth, allowing Number VI’s semen to transfer to Zexion. Surprised, the shorter nobody pulled back slightly only to have Axel grab him fiercely and pull him back.
As the Schemer’s juice leaked between their mouths, the kiss became heated and Zexion moaned loudly, enticing the redhead to pull him close and hold him in a death grip.
After they had caught their breath and their hearts had slowed back to normal, the two left the shower. Zexion reached for a nearby clean towel and handed it to the redhead.
Grinning, Axel took it and, as Number VI turned to find another towel, began to dry the shorter male’s back. Zexion let out a squeak of protest and turned to face Axel, his face flushed red.
Seeing the Schemer’s expression, the redhead couldn’t help but crack a smile and chuckle.
Leaning towards the Flurry, Zexion pouted, practically giving Axel permission to keep going.
Sensually drying off Number VI, the taller male carefully covered Zexion’s entire body, not missing a drop of water.
Once the purple-haired nobody was no longer wet, the redhead turned the towel to himself, running it along his chest and stomach. Zexion watched as Axel made a show out of drying himself, moving seductively.
The redhead continued to smirk as he noticed Zexion’s reaction to his movements.
While Axel furiously rubbed his hair with the damp towel, the shorter nobody let his hair drip dry.
“Ready for breakfast?” the redhead asked as he casually strolled out of the bathroom, grabbing his jacket from the floor.
“Yeah,” Zexion answered, retrieving his own jacket and slipping it over himself.
As they made their way to the main door, the redhead would occasionally pinch at Number VI’s behind, making him jump every time.