Organization 101

AN: This chapter was hell. Really. I was vivaciously stabbed multiple times with Writer’s Block. Evil thing to catch. So I put some sex in it—really to make me feel better. Enjoy. I think it’s been delayed for too long.

Summary: Axel finally gets his way. Xemnas has an abrupt (unwanted) entrance.

Warnings: Strong Sexual content.

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Ch. 7: No Sex in the Champagne Room

Axel’s POV

Everybody knew Larxene was the worst bitch on planet earth. With her fake girlish giggles, and rude remarks—it was no wonder I hadn’t killed her yet.

She managed to snatch me away from the sirens and threats of the so-called “police” and transported us safely back to the Castle in a flash. Out of all the members, she had been the only one to respond to my emergency call for help. I was grateful, but hoped this didn’t mean Larxene wanted me to test her new make-up on me in exchange for her help.

And strangely right now, I wanted to kiss her.

“So, care to explain, VIII?” she taunted, using Xemnas’ “pet name” for me.

And fuck, I knew it was too good to be true.

Girls were naturally nosy bitches.

“No, not really,” I replied honestly.

Her eyes glowed.

I quickly began to talk.

“Roxas…he fucked me over basically, that damn brat,” I said sourly, figuring if I was going to pour my heart out, it should be to a girl. Guys don’t sulk to other guys about their problems. It’s un-manly.

“Ah,” she said, comprehension dawning on her features, “We should terminate him. I never liked the brat. He hasn’t earned the right to be Xemnas’ favorite yet. It’s a slap in the face to the other members.”

Understatement of the century, I thought grimly.

“So?” she prodded, raising a brow.

“Huh?”

“Are you with me?”

“With what?”

“Operation: Terminate XIII?”

“I have a feeling our almighty Master will have beaten us to it,” I said, deeply saddened.

Larxene glanced down at her nails, narrowing her eyes, “Xemnas wouldn’t harm him. He’s irreplaceable. He replace us first before him. Fuck, I hate him.”

“You and me both.”

“Come on, lets go to our Superior’s room, maybe he’ll have some pamphlets!” she said eagerly, taking my hand unwillingly and dragging up the staircase to our Superior’s room.

I silently prayed she wasn’t going to rape me.

Wait…pamphlets on what?

By the time I finished pondering this, she had me gagged and handcuffed, crackling how gullible I was.

She clapped her hands together gleefully, jumping up and down in delight. “Master is gonna love this!”

She blew me a sickly kiss before locking the door behind her and leaving me in utter darkness.

Skank.


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Roxas' POV

Within three point five seconds, the entire ship was torn to sheds.

Luckily, he managed to leave my bowl of Coco Puffs intact.

"XIII," he stated, his tone unsurprisingly calm, stepping over the shattered glass on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, as if a destroyed ship was a normal setting to be in to have a calm talk.

"Yes, your Lordship?" I replied sarcastically.

"Sarcasm is very unbecoming of you, XIII," he said darkly, glancing around the room. "And so is the state of this ship. Do you not know how to take care of things that I provide for you?"

Did he forget he just destroyed what was left of this piece of shit ship?

He was restraining himself from strangling me, I could tell by the flush appearance of his face and how his fists clenched and unclenched.

I’ve lost my appetite, which is a shame because I was starving three point five seconds ago, amusing myself by watching the man hunt for Axel on channel five.

"Maybe if you didn't provide us with such crap, yeah," I grumbled, crossing my arms angrily. "I'm sick of being your lapdog. Give me a real mission that doesn't involve redheads, broken ships, or idiots, and I'll gladly take care of things properly."

Demyx squeaked in the background. I'm sure there has never been a Nobody who dared talked to the Superior in such a way.

It was about time.

Especially since I knew he couldn't afford to lose his most precious key.

"I knew eventually you get too bigheaded for your own good, but I rather hoped it would've happened after I gotten what I wanted from you," he growled, quickly taking towards me and pulling me roughly by the collar of my shirt. "The Keyblade's Nobody or not, don't think twice of what I'll do to you for insubordination--you're not as special as you think, XIII. Do you really think NOT having you in my Organization would have me at a disadvantage?"

"Yes," I replied calmly.

Xemnas flushed red, pulling me rougher by the collar.

"Poor foolish boy, I could destroy with just a flick of my wrist," he whispered darkly in my ear. "You've nothing to me. Hear me? Absolutely nothing. Kingdom Hearts will be mine, with or without you. Though, I'll admit, I would've liked to have you with me. But I suppose it's just the other part of you talking so recklessly. Only a true Keyblade Master would have the guts."

He chuckled at that, and released me, pushing me carelessly aside. Then turned to Demyx, who whimpered.

"IX," he said, cleaning into his cloak and dropping a pair of handcuffs on the floor in front of the sitar player. “Handcuff him.”

“I thought we all agreed sexual fetishes solve nothing?” I protested loudly.

Xemnas turned to me heatedly and hissed. “Your sense of idiotic humor is grinding on my last nerve, XIII.”


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I didn't expect to make my grand entrance back to Castle Oblivion in handcuffs, but beggars can't be choosers.

Zexion seemed to a howl out of it--and wouldn't shut the fuck up.

"Aww, poor Roxie," he teased, taking this advantage to pinch my cheeks. “Maybe if you’re nice, Xemnas won’t handcuff you to his bed.”

"Fuck you," I spat.

Thankfully, Demyx saved me from further harassment and engulfed Zexion in a crushing hug.

“Zexy!” he yelped, “I’ve missed you so much!”

The silver-haired male looked at the sitar-player in annoyance, peeling his hands off of him. “Well, I didn’t. Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, come on—you know you don’t mean that!” Demyx pushed, his lower lip beginning to tremble, “I thought we were like the bestest buddies in the world!"

Zexion sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes wearily. “Please do not fucking cry on me, Demyx.”

Serves him right, I thought cruelly as Demyx continued to babble over him, until Zexion said sourly, “Yes, I missed you too, Demmy.”

Xemnas didn’t say a word when he made his appearance, he merely acknowledge the fact Demyx was clinging so hard to Zexion, it looked like the silver-haired Nobody was going to suffer brain damage from prolonged lack of oxygen.

“IX, please let go of VI. I would hate to lose my most valuable manipulator,” Xemnas ordered.

Demyx reluctantly did so. Zexion shot our Superior a look of gratitude.

Larxene seemed to have heard the commotion and smiled prettily when she made her way to the main entrance, looking a bit too smug. Her eyes glowing when she noticed my state of appearance.

“I’ve collected VIII as you’ve requested,” she said, the excitement oozing out of her voice. Bitch.

“Good work, XII,” was all he said, quickly dismissing her, directing me to walk up the staircase. “Numbers VIII and XIII have a lot of explaining to do.”


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Axel’s POV

I never thought in a million years, I would be grateful to see my Superior.

Nor did I think I leave to see the day of Roxas being in handcuffs. Somehow in my imagination—I had planned this fantasy a whole lot differently. Xemnas wasn’t supposed to be involved.

Eww.

….Why does Xemnas own handcuffs?

Bad bad thoughts, I told myself sternly. There were some things that needed to be left unsaid.

“VIII,” Xemnas began, amusement glinting in his eyes as he noticed my state.

Bastard.

“Care to explain?”

Hahaha. Sure, just let me undo this gag with magic!

Roxas poorly muffled his snickering.

“Xemnas!” screamed Demyx, bursting into the room.

Xemnas turned swiftly, looking he was about to murder whoever dare interrupt him.

“Maleficent is down—downstairs,” Demyx squeaked.

Xemnas growled. “Great. More bitching. What I would like to do—“

He left, leaving Demyx staring at us awkwardly.

“I figured it’s the least I could do for being such an annoyance these past few days,” he said, pulling out the key and walking over to Roxas and un-handcuffing him. Roxas smiled at him thankfully.

“Thanks,” was all I could say as he helped me with my handcuffs.

I rubbed my wrists from the soreness.

Demyx wasn’t so useless after all.

“DEMYX!” screamed Larxene from a not-too-far distance.

He saw gave us a panicked look before leaving and before Roxas and I could protest—he shut the door swiftly behind him in his haste.

Great.

Why did he have to shut the fucking door?

Dumbass.

We’re still stuck.


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Roxas’ POV

After a few awkward moments of silence, I mumbled, “This is your entire fault.”

Childish I know, but I felt better.

"My fault?" Axel exclaimed, "How the fuck is this my fault?"

"Your inability to properly maintain a ship?" I snapped. "Are you a retard?"

"The fucking ship wouldn't have been fucking broken had you not been such a retarded driver--"

"Retarded driver? Excuse me. It's kind of hard to steer a ship when an idiot is distracting you!"

"So now I'm the tease? I’m nothing compared to the shit you’ve done to me."

"Haha. No. But a menace? Sure."

"Roxas--" he growled, gripping the front of my shirt. "Shut the fuck up." And then he kissed me.

"Gladly," I responded, clashing our mouths together. Our kiss was filled with uncontrolled passion, lust, and anger. Axel moaned hotly into my mouth, his hand curling in my hair and gripping it tightly, his other hand playing along the buttons of my cloak, easily undoing them as his lips trailed lower to my neck.

Oh fuck.

"Nnngh..." I gasped out when he found a particular sensitive spot on my neck. Damn him, damn him, damn him. He was driving me absolutely insane.

"You're a damn hot moaner," he rasped, his hand dipping under my pants, his warm hand on my hip electrifying me into arousal.

"Just shut up," I bite back, “Do you want to get caught or not?"

"It would it interesting, wouldn't it?" he whispered in my ear, his hand curling around his prize, and I bucked hard into his hand for more friction, pleasure shooting throughout my body. “Getting caught fucking in Xemnas’ room. For sure he would kill us.”

“You better make it worth it then,” I challenged, biting back a moan in my throat when his hand gave a squeeze. “I have a feeling he is going to be murdering us either way.”

“Well, I suggest we go out with a bang, eh?” he said, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

His pace was much to slow for my liking, I cursed at him to go faster, but he shot me a sly grin, colliding our lips together to silence my demands.

Once he had me fully against the floor, he granted my demands, his pace speeding up, and I moaned hopelessly against his mouth, my hands fisting themselves in his shirt. Then he stopped already, and I growled.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard for all that teasing and shit you did to me," he promised, a glint in his eye.

"Let us see if you can live your promises," I replied, reaching for his fly to undo it.

All these damn zippers and buttons. Did I mention I really hate buttons? By the time you undid them all, you lost all your energy to continue. Luckily, Axel wasn’t willing to be patient and roughly ripped his pants open, attack my mouth with newfound frenzy, his hands pulling anxiously at my shirt, and I obediently lifted my arms momentarily, our lips sealed together once the annoying garment was thrown carelessly aside in the dark room.

“FUCK!” I shrieked with Axel bit down on my collar bone, pain overriding me. I like biting, but damn…

“Sensitive, Roxie?” he teased, his tongue licking the redness of where he had bitten me. I growled, wishing for his stupid foreplay to discontinue.

He must’ve gotten the point of my glare, and together we managed to unclothe each other, moaning at the friction of our naked skin sliding past each other, and our kisses progressed to more, and I shivered when his hand slid between my parted legs, curling his hand around my leaking cock, and I whimpered helplessly into his open mouth, begging for release.

He liked to tease, that fucker. Tantalizing slow, then unbelievably fast, and then back down to slow. I groaned in frustration, babbling for him to fuck me.

“But I gotta prepare you—“ he protested.

“Fuck it,” I breathed heavily through my eyes, whining. “Can’t be worse than having your chakram stuck in my side,” recalling an old feud we had where I couldn’t sleep on that side for weeks because of the injury.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, and my stomach fluttered at the thought that he might actually care about my well-being that much.

“Thanks for your fucking concern, I’m sure I can handle the pain,” I said through clenched teeth, pulling him tighter against me, wondering where the hell his concern had been when he started to ram his chakram up my side a few weeks ago.

Axel peered down at me with his green eyes before preparing himself by coating himself with his salvia, positioning himself and I closed my eyes tightly, preparing myself mentally for the pain.

And FUCK.

I care about the pain now.

“ARGH! Are you trying to kill me?” I rasped out, my hands clenching his forearms.

Axel stilled, biting his lip, concern etched on his fevered features. “Do you want me to—“

Before he finished his sentence, I shouted, “NO! You fucking idiot, you’ll have to put it right back in again, and WE ARE NOT DOING THAT!”

I just told him not to move and stop petting my face. I’m not a fucking dog. Eventually, I got used to the intrusion and tested the waters, moving a bit.

“Roxas…can I fucking move?” he growled, distracting me from my thoughts. "Or stop fucking moving? I'm not gonna last much longer."

“Fine," I snapped, sighing heavily.

He slowly eased out, not completely, and gently pushed his way back in, and I bite my lip hard against the pain of this gentle motion. Fuck, it hurt. I fucking hoped he was enjoying this, because I sure in the hell wasn’t.

I debated if I should tell him to stop, but I figured the first time was going to hurt no matter what and next should be fucking worth it.

“Ugh…fuck…Roxas…” he moaned, thrusting his face in my neck, panting heavily as he moved steadily in and out of me as I gave an occasional grunt every time he eased his way back inside.

I closed my eyes, counting to ten, wishing on the fucking stars he would hurry up and finish up.

Axel picked up the pace a bit, re-situating himself and re-angling his hips, the next thrust hit something deep inside me that drowned out all the pain and engulfed me in ecstasy.

“Ahh…Fuck!” I cried out, surprised how the pain had temporarily dissolved in that single moment.

Axel grinned down at me, his eyes filled with lust and mischief. “Feel good?”

“Do it again!” I demanded, pulling at his hips to reach that angle again.

He complied, and hit that spot dead on and I lost it, arching up to him, my head thrashing back and forth.

“Ahh...Axel…there….please…harder…”

God, I'm such a slut.

He bite down on my earlobe, moving faster and harder inside, his angle absolute perfection—drowning me in waves of pleasure, and that pleasure increased ten-fold when he snaked a hand between our moving bodies and pumped my length in sync with his thrusts.

Soon I saw nothing but stars and erupted in his hand as my orgasm hit me harder than ever before.

Fuck, why didn't we do this sooner?


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Not even five minutes later, did Axel propose we go for it again.

Did he not realize how much my ass hurt? Sure, we could have sex again--if I'm topping. And I told him so. He immediately backed down. Figures.

We half-heartily managed to separate from each other and rummage through the pile of clothes scattered throughout the room.

"Axel--have you seen my shirt---"

He looked down, the hem of the shirt he was wearing not even covering his stomach. He gave me a puzzled look, "Damn, you're short."

I threw his pants at him. "Fuck you."

"Already did," he replied cheekily.

Unfortunately, Larxene decided to make her grand entrance, probably to announce Xemnas was on his way to kill us.

"What the fuck? In Xemnas' room? Are you fucking insane?" she shrieked, anger etched on her features. “It’s like having sex in the Champagne room.”

“Champagne room? What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Axel blurted out, confused, tripping over himself as he stepped into his pants.

Larxene rolled her eyes. “It’s like the golden rule in all clubs, you idiot.”

“Ok, first off—everybody has sex in the Champagne room—they ought to re-name it the Orgy Room or something, or do you not watch porn?” I asked now, figuring Larxene must’ve picked up that line from some corny song title. It did sound familiar.

“Oh, you get my point!” she shrieked in exasperation. “You don’t go around boinking each other in our Superior’s room—

“Did you just say boinking?” Axel said, failing miserably to keep a straight face, and burst into loud laughter.

Then Xemnas stepped inside the room.

Fuck.


-----------------------------------------------------------------AN: I know I probably made some spelling mistakes/grammar. I’ll probably do some re-editing later on.
Next Chapter: Axel and Roxas become sex maniacs, to make up for all that lost time. Xemnas begins to get a bit annoyed of it--especially when they start to miss meetings. Next update is indefinitely going to be awhile.
Review! Whatcha think? My first boysmeck scene, yay or nah? (:

(edited for typos)