Organization 101

Chapter Summary: Once upon a time, numbers VIII, IX, and XIII all got together and went on a lil' road trip through hell and back.

Warnings: Smut. Language. Axel as a mechanic. Demyx as a Disney fan. I think that about covers it.

AN: ZOMG. I'm so sorry for the delay! RL and school and stuff. So I decided to reward you eager people with smut at the beginning. HEH.


-----------------------------------------------------------------Roxas' POV

"Mmmm..."

"Like that?"

"Nnnggh..."

He smirked down evilly at me, nipping at my earlobe. Urgh. Not the ears...I wouldn't last if he concentrated on the ears. I shamelessly grinded my lower half against his hip, my eyes sliding close at the friction it caused.

"Dry humping me now?" he asked teasingly, trailing his tongue along the side of my neck, stimulating nerve endings I didn't know existed until this moment. His hand was braced on my hip, pulling my groin against his, allowing me to feel every inch of his hard-on. I clenched desperately at his back, drowning in the feeling of all the emotions and heat pooling in my lower stomach, a deep coil within me needing to be released.

Fumbling, I managed to get to tug Axel out of his shirt, for the first time his bare torso for my viewing pleasure. He was skinny, and I palmed my hands over his ribs. It wasn't like the Organization ate prime steak everyday. I honestly couldn't recall the last night I ate anything, but then again, eating wasn't such a big deal when you're a Nobody.

I was distracted in my exploration of his chest, I temporarily forgot where his trailing hands were leading to, pulling my wet trousers and boxers down past my knees and I kicked them uselessly aside, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

He chuckled at my blushing, intermingling our tongues together as his hand found my cock and pumped it to full hardness, eliciting gasps and moans easily from me by letting his other hand roam over the unclad parts of me. Somehow I'm the one with the less clothing. Bastard.

"A-axel..." I stuttered when he increased the pace on my cock, my back arching towards him, blood pounding heavily in my ears.

"Mmm?" he asked coyly, dipping his head low and unexpectedly attacking my exposed throat, his hand under my shirt and pinching my nipple, I jumped at the bundles of sensations it caused. "Aah!"

His grip tightened and I hissed in pleasure at the pain it caused, I clawed at his bare back, shuddering as I felt the familiar pull in my stomach, alerting me of my impending release. "Don't stop."

"Are you sure?" he asked, for the first time he sounded unsure. I wearily blinked up at him, isn't this what he wanted?

I tug anxiously at his pants, wanting him to come inside me. Just the thought turned me on. "Yeah."

He laughed, pushing me back down on the bed, looming over me, his hands greedily roaming over my body, rolling my nipples with his fingers. I groaned.

"Not fair," I gasped out in pleasure, shrieking when he dipped his head down to engulf my nipple, nipping and biting. "Oh fuck..."

He pulled back much to my disappointment and sent me a hard stare. "I'm going to fuck you. You like that, wouldn't you?"

I groaned in response.

"You're such a whore, Rox," he said, and I bucked up against him, wishing he would shut the fuck up and FUCK me. NOW.

"ROXAS!" hissed an angry voice in my ear, and I quickly yelped and fell out of my chair and onto the cold floor.

"STAND BACK!"

Xemnas didn't even quirk a brow at my antics. As I imagined myself as Peter Pan and him as Captain Hook.

I smiled in apology, staring at the floor to avoid the other eleven pair of eyes fastened to my every move.

Note 1 on Roxas' Guide of Survival of Hell: Never. EVER. Fall Asleep during a meeting.

Note 2: Never have wet dreams during a meeting.

Note 3: Never. EVER. Have a dream involving a certain pyromaniac...

Note 4: Ok. Scratch number 3...make sure you're on TOP if you do.

"Now, before our interruption," Xemnas continued, smiling smugly at me before he took his seat at the end of the table. "I was assigning missions. Luxord and Demyx, I trust you will not kill each other?"

Demyx shrugged. "I don't know, dude."

Luxord slapped him across the forehead in annoyance. "There is no problem. As long as you have him swore in oath on his worthless Nobody life, not to take that annoying guitar of his."

Axel snickered. Xemnas turned to look at him, raising a brow. "Something you like to share with the group, number VIII?"

"Eh?" he responded, failing miserably to cover up his peels of laughter. "Oh yeah--you're crazy."

I snorted at Axel's lame ass excuse to attempt a joke.

"Enlighten me," Xemnas dared, his expression unreadable, which made it all the more worse.

I cackled inwardly with glee.

"Erm like---put me in a straight jacket, lock me away in an asylum type of crazy?" Axel said.

Silence. Pause. Exhale. Inhale.

"Dude, you seriously need to start taking those pills," Demyx said in the most serious voice I ever heard him say.

Axel growled, burying his hands in his face. "Can I please commit suicide now, oh high and mighty one?"

Exactly how did a Nobody go about suicide?

"XIII," Xemnas quickly dismissed Axel and turned to me. A glint in his eye. "You will accompany number XIII and..."

Drum roll, please.

"IX."

Axel whimpered. Demyx grinned wickedly. And I just slumped lower in my seat until nobody could see me.

"Pss...Your hair is still noticeable," Larxene whispered to me.

And lower.


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"Can we go to Disney World before we plan our destruction of doom?" Demyx asked eagerly.

"No," Axel said curtly. "And for God's sake, take off that ridiculous hat. We're against them, remember?"

Demyx stuttered, his lower lip trembling. “But why? WHY? Mickey's cool!"

I did the honors of taking off Demyx's hat, promptly throwing it in the trash bin. Hmmph.

"I hate you!" Demyx shouted as Axel climbed the stairs to the gummi ship. "And I hate you even more now! Worse than when you burned my Disney DVD collection set!"

"And your picture of Roger Rabbit's girlfriend," Axel muttered his breath.

"Wife," Demyx quickly shot back, pouting. “Her name is Jessica!”

"Whatever, bimbos all look the same," Axel said, unbuttoning his cloak and throwing it on the railing, then stopped as if something smacked him the face, “Wait, you weren’t always gay?”

"What are you doing?" I demanded hotly, noting he was climbing under the ship.

"Erm, Roxas, remember the person who last drove?" he asked smugly, grinning manically. "Proper maintenance must be done before we even start the damn thing. I don't want to get stranded in the middle of no where."

"As long as you're not with me, I'm fine with it," I replied honestly.

"What?" he asked, unable to hear properly with the noise of Demyx and his guitar.

"Nevermind," I said, digging in my pocket for a piece of gum or something. "Besides, don't you suck at mechanics?"

"I have you know in another life, my Somebody was a mechanic," he replied smugly. "And a good one at that."

"Hence his death," Demyx snickered, putting down his guitar for a moment. "Probably exploded himself."

"No, it was a nuclear explosion!" Axel snapped.

"Or so he says," Demyx muttered, "There hasn't been a nuclear explosion in what...twenty years?"

"Wait...you remember your past life? And how you died?" I asked seriously.

Axel eyed me weirdly. "Vaguely, but yeah. Just bits and pieces. All Nobodies remember their past life."

But not me, I thought sourly. Only what others told me.


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2 hours later...

"FUCKING HELL!" shrieked a familiar voice, interrupting my pleasant dreams of a certain red hair girl with bright blue eyes.

"Wha??" I said wearily, rubbing my eyes.

Axel was dripping wet from head to foot. Mmm...

"What the hell--"

Demyx came stumbling in, wheezing. "I--man I'm sorry. But I thought you were on fire."

Axel nodded. "Yes. But did you have to spray the engine, too?"

"I--I thought you were going to die!" Demyx pleaded, whimpering.

I sighed. "Axel can't die from fire. I mean...right?"

The redhead scowled. "Dumbwit. If I can make fire, I can surely extinguish it."

"Oh," said Demyx. Pause. "Really?"

I rolled my eyes dramically. Then realized, "Wait...you put water on--?"

"Yes, well, we took care of it," Axel dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Luckily, my mechanic skills came back to me--"

BOOM.

And then the room shook. More like vibrated. No pun intended.

"Did you ever graduate from mechanic schooling?" I asked smugly; holding onto the door as the room continued to shake. And my stomach plummeted due to the gravity.

We were going down. And fast.

I vaguely remember Axel asking, "There is a school for mechanics?"


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"Of all the places we could've landed on this wretched universe, it just HAD to be here," Axel mumbled.

"I always wanted to visit the Disney Castle," Demyx said excitedly, digging through the trash for his hat.

I kicked the side of the ship for good measure. "Piece of shit."

"Ok, why don't we just teleport?" Demyx asked in confusion.

"Don't you think King Mickey would've sensors and shields for that sort of thing? The Disney Castle is the most protected place from Nobodies and Heartless there is," Axel said flatly. "And honestly, do you want to teleport back? And face Xemnas?"

Good point.

"Alright, alright," I said in defeat. "Just fix the damn piece of shit and lets go."

"As soon as we get new parts, we will," he replied.

I sighed heavily, a sudden feeling of nostalgic overcoming me. Especially when I spotted a familiar dog from afar.

Pluto...wait, what?

I was out in ten seconds.


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“Fucking hell, the damn kid sleeps like a damn log!” shrieked an irritated voice in my right ear.

Hell. He was really pissing me off; he was starting to sound like Cid…

“Hey Ax, this should work—“

SPLASH!

“AHH!” I screamed as the cold water hit me, drowning me.

Demyx smiled fondly at me, reaching down to brush the hair off my forehead so I can see his grin. “Good morning, Rox.”

“Fuck you,” I spat.

“Anytime, but I’m sure Axel would object,” he whispered to me, wiggling his brows.

Hmmph.

“So kid, that must’ve been some dream you were having,” Axel teased me as soon as Demyx walked away. I gave him a confused look.

“I wasn’t dreaming,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks turning red. Oh god please don’t tell me I dreamt of him…

Axel engulfed me in his arms, nuzzling the side of my neck. I poorly attempted to slap him off. I was cold. And I needed a change of clothes. But he felt warm.

He made a fake moan in my ear, “Oh…Kairi!”

I bleached.

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AN: Heh. I’m evil. But it’s all due to writer’s block. I swear. And no, there will be no Roxas/Kairi or Sora/Kairi in my story. I promise, ‘kay? Next Chapter: More memories continue to pop up for Roxas, even at the worst moments. Possibly some minor Riku/Sora moments if the need arises. I really don't know when my next update will be, honestly. Maybe some feedback or advice? Or thoughts? I have many plans, but just no map.