Punishing the Superior

(Hey, dudes and dudettes. This is my first fanfiction to be made public, so be gentle in your reviews. It begins with Xemnas in first-person view, but in the following chapters, it will be in third-person.

The other chapters will be submitted once I get enough feedback on this one, so that I may make the other segments better [if possible].

Helpful crit will go a long way.)


LOG X
Mishap
CLASSIFIED

This night was peculiar to me. Not only was it painfully physical, but it was also filled with something I’d never had the pleasure of feeling before. Emotion.

It began whilst I was just about to lay my head down to rest. Today had been elongated and lethargic to me and I simply desired to rest it all away in the form of what those with hearts call ‘dreams’. Now, I’ve never experienced a dream before, but it couldn’t hurt to imagine what it is like. Perhaps you could say that it was a sort of denial of my own deliberate creation to make a dream world beyond the heartless, plastic cell I’d created for myself and those around me.

The absence of my companion and lover, Saïx, also caused me to be rather impatient and moody. He was the only one I could trust to the mission I’d sent him to complete, and although he was more than capable for the job, I could not help but…miss and worry for him. This dreadful link that has come to connect my distant heart and I has been more of a curse than a blessing, and I despise myself for letting me succumb to each and every secret, sporadic thump and bump of that nonexistent thing deep within my very shell.

But I digress from the point which must be made. I quiver at the fact that I still must recollect these happenings and place them in a log of their own, although it would be the safest thing to do…so that I may decipher how another situation like this could be prevented, should another occurrence such as this cross my path in the future.

I removed my coat and let it rest neatly on a chair near the desk in my room, a desk that is much more bare than its larger duplicate in my study, but it is they very desk upon which I am writing this notation. Forever will the words of defilement and violation be pressed into this pale wood, small indents upon a larger surface that will remain deep within the polish and oil for all eternity. At least, until, I obtain a new desk.

Once I had been reduced to half-nakedness, my leather pants and tall boots remaining intact, I sat upon the edge of my large, silk-laden bed, a sigh being pushed from my lungs to meet the cool air of the eternal night. I remained on the edge of the bed for perhaps a minute or two, my head bowed and elbows resting on my thighs so that my glove-covered hands dangled in between my legs. I stared at my booted feet as I thought of things irrelevant to the process of sleeping--such as emotions and Saïx (except that the blue-haired man’s eagerness to please often ends in the both of us sleeping soundly)--and I finally gave up on my search for something more in those spontaneous thoughts and reach down to remove my boots, afterward removing those leather gloves I kept on for who knows what reason.

My back finally rested on those black silk sheets when I decided that I was in my most comfortable state for rapid eye movement, and to increase the feeling of peacefulness and security, I laced my fingers together and pressed my hands over my belly. It gave me a sense of security because a feeling of an eerie kind throws its veil upon me whenever I am undressed and my belly is exposed whilst in a laying position. I will go into further detail with that on a later date to give my future, changing mind more clarification on this little detail.

Despite my steadily rising comfort level, laying on that familiar bed in an even more familiar environment, I could not find it in myself to sleep. I had my eyes shut snugly and my breathing had even slowed, but I simply could not find it in me to slip into a comfortable doze. Instead, as if pleading to some silly, merciful god, I looked out my window to gaze at the perfect view I had there of Kingdom Hearts, removing one hand from my belly to reach for it…although I knew I could never reach it from such a distance.

“Kingdom Hearts…” I whispered, splaying out my hand and curling my fingertips to create the optical illusion that I was cradling it in my palm, “Please, put me to rest. Today has not been good to me, and you seem to be the only moon in my presence that could possibly lull me to sleep.” I wanted to continue pleading to that glorious satellite, but my hand fell back to rest on my abs…and my thoughts wandered once more to Saïx. Not just a particular thing about him, but everything about him. His pale face, striking features, gorgeous (yet feral) yellow eyes, even that delicate x-shaped scar along the bridge of his nose that never hindered, but aided the effect his masculine beauty had upon my senses. Then, the softness of his blue hair, which always seems coarse and ragged at the first glance…but if you ever got close to touch it (a rare treat indeed) one would find it to be surprisingly silky to the touch. To top it all off, the mere sight of his sinewy, toned body would make one go wild with lust and want. His build had an especially heavy effect on my senses.

It was after that mental note was made that I found myself to be increasingly restless, and that the leather pants around my hips had gotten a little tighter over the duration of those few moments. I groaned in defeat and rubbed a bare hand over my chest, then back up my own tan skin to rub at my favorite spot at the back of my neck. I tried my best to mimic Saïx’s rough, firm touch, but it simply was not the same, and thinking about it only exacerbated the ache down below, as well as the throb deep within my chest.

My pants were suffocating me by that time. I could barely breathe, although I realize now that no one in their right mind would think that one wouldn’t be able to breathe if they left their trousers on. However, I complied to my masculine, bodily needs, and released the two hooks on the inside of the beltline, hesitating a moment before dropping the zipper. That object that once kept my pants securely closed created a vibration down that aching part of me, causing me to make a high-pitched keening noise in the back of my throat. Saïx, if you’re reading this, just thinking of you arouses me to no end.

Before my hands went lower to tease at my aching flesh, I moved them to touch my own body, just like you always do, Saïx. The feeling of my hands moving at all was no longer present as I closed my eyes, imagining my lover ravaging me instead, feeling a thumb and a forefinger close around my left nipple and twist it gently, but just enough to make it sting and ache. At this I moaned and gritted my teeth, just like you always want me to, Saïx. You always tell me how sexy it is, and I do it for you, even during the instances that you are not here to see. That hand moved from the bruised nipple to drag a finger along my bottom lip, sliding along the soft, moist membrane there, moving quickly to tease my untouched right pectoral. A second hand joined in, petting fingertips sending exciting shocks up my spine via skin as they teased the trail of silver hairs that emerged from the waistline of my pants, hairs which created a path that my beloved berserker could always take to come to a destination that (this one in particular) I loved to have touched by his willing, aggressive hands. And I arched into those touches; just as you like it, Saïx. I arched into them with one of those high-pitched moans that you say always makes you go crazy.

The hand that had taken up the task of teasing my previously untouched nipple decided that it would raise up to cradle the side of my neck, strong fingertips exploring and feeling at the hair just behind my ear. Oh, how I love that spot to be bitten and licked and caressed by you, Saïx. And I voiced my opinion on the matter by arching up and releasing a deep moan in pleasure, my head tossed back and my beautiful, silver hair already clumped up and sticking to my sweaty neck and cheeks. Saïx, you are too much sometimes…do you know that? You’re the only man in existence I’d ever lay on my back and open my legs for!

It was when the hand that had been teasing my gorgeous, shimmering ‘happy-trail’ (as you say, my dear Saïx) moments before wrapped its constricting force around my hardened member that I truly yelped in surprise, groaning into the now humid air as I rocked my hips into that firm touch. The force there complied to my silent begging and began to rise and fall on its own accord, wringing strangely feminine cries from my parted lips.


“Saïx,” I breathed as I rocked into that heated grip, gasping as I felt a thumb move across the head, precum already having bubbled at the tip, “Oh, Saïx… This is wonderful…”

“Thanks for the compliment, boss-man, but…I‘m not Saïx,“ said a gruff, strangely accented voice, that voice sounding rather distant to my ears under the circumstances, my eyes slowly opening and widening to the size of dinner plates. Once they were perfectly round and slightly bulging in an array of confusion, I swept my gaze up and over my body, finding--not Saïx--but someone completely different.

Those pointed ears, much similar to Saïx’s, yet not similar in any aspect; that single visible yellow eye, which was also much similar to Saïx’s pair of gold irises except for the fact that my lover had a pair of them (the last time I stared lovingly into those amber orbs, that is); but the only thing that was drastically different was the black hair, violently broken by pale purple streaks, mayhap caused by stress: a theory I’d decided upon at an earlier time and place.

Suspended above me, his body having manifested right out of the ceiling, was my second-in-command.

Xigbar.

(I do hope you enjoyed. Do review and such--but be gentle. X3)