Defeat

I wrote this for my endless hatred of Sephiroth. He is the most beautifully evil creation on the face of the planet and I thought it was time he was finally defeated by my most favorite characters, Organization XIII

Obviously, I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth or any other of these characters!!! If I did, Sephiroth would be my pet in a box and I would poke him repeatedly with a stick!

So for those of you who have been killed countless numbers of times by Sephiroth in Kingdom Hearts I or II, this is your revenge!! Muahahaa

Warnings: Anal, BDSM/Bond/S&M, BP, Humil, Lemon, MaleDom, N/C, Orgy, Tort, Voyeur, Yaoi, Toys... O.o Possibly Slight OOC


His silver hair flows freely over his shoulders and brushes the floor beneath him. Mako green shines dully in his eyes as he wakens from a spiraling unconsciousness. Silence engulfs the room, eating away at his reeling thoughts. He can't remember how he came to be in this place and why he cannot move. He flexes his arms, taking in the feeling of the tight and painful restraints around his wrists which are buckled to a bar against the small of his back and around his neck. He struggles slightly as the uncomfortable position of being propped up on one's knees and laying face down sends aching pain through his muscles.

The silver haired man turns his head to gaze into the emptiness as a pooling anger boiling deep within him rises and he realizes his present weakness. He grips his jaw to grind his teeth and jumps slightly at the unexpected feeling of rubber. He bites down hard into the ball lodged in his mouth, the taste of rubber flooding his senses, causing a slender line of saliva to escape from the corner of his dried lips. His gaze wanders to follow the trail as it slips through the air and down onto the marble floor. Mako eyes adjust to the darkness and catch sight of a slit of light peeking through a covered window, providing just enough for the man to search his surroundings and finds he is strapped down to an elevated surface. A slight draft cruelly reminds him that he is nude and painfully exposed to the emptiness around him. He swallows hard and tries to remember recent past events leading up to this moment. A growl escapes his throat as his mind draws a complete blank and his frustration grows deeper. His armor is nowhere to be found, his sword lost and his strength waning as he struggles beneath the unbreakable restraints holding him in place.

His fight for freedom ceases as he hears the distinct sound of footsteps approaching. A nearby door creaks open slowly and multiple black hooded figures pour into the darkened room. A throat is cleared and suddenly, a snap of fingers break the silence and the room is enlightened with the brightness of candles mounted on the surrounding walls. The man's gaze turns on the group of cloaked figures and stares as the man that snapped as he lowers his arm back to his side and laughs quietly to himself as if he is proud of his minor magical display of candle lighting or maybe mocking the bound and gagged man before the group.

One of the figures steps forward and approaches dangerously close to the prisoner, giving an uneasy air to the entire room. A calm and deep laughter escapes the being as he reaches up and pulls back his hood, revealing penetrating sunset colored eyes and flowing silver hair falling over his shoulders. He smiles down softly at the bound man and traces his fingers over his smooth, elegant jaw line. The man flinches uncomfortably and sneers coldly at the calm and collected being before him.

"Oh...Sephiroth...I believed you to be stronger than this...ravaging worlds with your hate and now you shy from a simple touch...tsk tsk..."

Sephiroth growls behind the rubber ball between his teeth and sucks back against it as more saliva spills forth from his outburst of repressed anger. He struggles with multiple attempts at attacking his keepers but fails miserably beneath the restraints and a desperate confusion plaguing his mind.

"Your efforts are futile. You are in the deepest dungeons of my Castle Oblivion...The darkness here is even too deep for you to remember your own power..."

Sephiroth stares wildly at the man, silently demanding a further explanation for his imprisonment.

"...I have captured you and drained you...I want your heart Sephiroth...your heart full of hatred, malice and a power that is limitless to my mission...You are mine now...and I will break you..."

With those words, the sun in the man's eyes faded as he bends down and places a sort of goodbye kiss on his forehead. Mako eyes follow the man as he stands above him and slowly unzips his long black coat, never taking his gaze of his writhing prey.

The group of eleven other men have pushed their hoods back, exposing their faces as they back up in a line against the wall, observing as their superior prepares to extract the prisoner's hate filled power by any means necessary. Sephiroth turns his gaze towards the organized crowd of men, studying their expressions, avoiding the piercing sound of a descending zipper only a few inches from his ear.

The first man to catch his attention is one with wild red hair, defying gravity, accented with two tattoos beneath his deep emerald eyes. His face is casual as he uncaringly watches the display before him but his concern extends to a smaller male clutched to his side, burying his blonde hair against the redhead's shoulder, hiding his eyes. Standing near the green eyed man was another blonde, somewhat taller and extremely nervous, obviously uncomfortable with the mandatory gathering of Sephiroth's punishment as he turns his eyes to each of his fellow members but always locking back on the redhead. Sephiroth's almost fearful stare continues its path, memorizing each man, some tall and frightening, others smaller but possessing a hidden evil that could pose a danger later on. Men he could easily slaughter any other day.

A jolt of pain shoots through his scalp as the feeling of having his hair pulled violently reminds him of the man above him, now topless and reaching for the zipper of his pants as he tangles his other hand through his hair, tugging and pulling at the beautiful silver strands. The fingers digging through make their way behind his skull, unbuckling and releasing the gag from his mouth.

Sephiroth never thought there would be a greater feeling as the saliva coated ball slips from his mouth and bounces onto the marble floor. He gasps in a breath of air, heavily lain with the scent of men and quickly licks his lips, quenching the dried and cracking skin. This sense of relief was only temporary and quickly replaced with that of pain as the leader of the Organization pulled his hard cock from the confines of his pants and forced it into his parched mouth.

The thought biting down quickly came to his mind but melted away as another man approached him and held a small electrical clamp into his view as if to threaten him with further pain.

Mako eyes squeezed shut to force away the tears of gagging as the silver haired man thrust his cock deep into his throat, gripping the back of his head harshly and choking him endlessly. Coughs of desperation tried to escape but they were cut off abruptly by the invading shaft. Sephiroth gripped his fists as he struggled beneath the shackles around his wrists, determined not to let his will fall to the man fucking his face ruthlessly. He was reminded quickly that his struggle was an unwise move as a surge of electricity shot through his chest. He gasped around the cock in his mouth and groaned as he felt a sharp tightening around each of his nipples. Two clamps had been placed by the second cloaked man to approach him and in his experimental hands, a remote control, charging up and releasing the jolts through the sensitive nubs on his chest. The scientist smiled cruelly and stood aside as Sephiroth furrowed his brow and attempted to cry out in protest but once again, silenced by the new gag pushing in and out of his throat.

Sephiroth's eyes shot open momentarily enough to catch glimpse of a third man approaching the torturous scene. His moonlight colored hair sat untamed against his wolf like features and a scar tearing across his face gave him even more animal like qualities as he glared down at him, creeping past and disappearing from sight. A slight panic washed over him as he knew the man was behind him, gazing at his completely exposed body. The panic only heightened as his eyes squeezed shut from the painful thrusting into his mouth and he tried with all his power to silence the groans escaping the lips of his assailant. He unconsciously jerked forward, pushing the leader's cock deeper, as long sharp nails dug harshly into the curve of his thighs and around his most sensitive areas. No matter which direction he jerked, pain awaited him. Jerking away from the leader caused sharp pains to be met with his naked skin and forward meant a harsher fucking. All the while, the sadistic scientist stood nearby, toying with his remote, watching the reactions of each electrical shock being sent through his chest.

The man behind him traced a long fingernail over Sephiroth's opening, causing him to groan against the leader's cock. An evil smile spread across his face as he watched his prisoner's sex slowly become hard. He reached around and scratched those long nails over his newfound erection, ripping whimpers of disgust and resistance from him. Not wanting to cause too much pleasure for him, the animalistic man returned his attention back to his victims vulnerability and pushed one long dry finger deep inside his entrance.

Sephiroth pulled his mouth away from the leader and cried out in protest at the sudden painful invasion of his body and was silenced with a harsh smack across his cheek.

"Silence...You belong to us now...so complying would be your wisest choice..." The leader growled as he pushed his cock back into place, groaning at the sensations of the back of his prisoner's throat against the throbbing tip.

Another finger was added to his body, this time, accompanied by saliva to dull the pain but only enough to focus his attention on another discomforting experience. The electric shocks continued to surge through him every few minutes or so, reminding him of their presence in the rudest ways. He resisted any type of arousal with all his strength but failed as a third finger pushed inside of him, rubbing a spot that caused him to shiver and shake against his captors.

The leader looked up and smiled devilishly at the man behind his victim, satisfied by the unwanted pleasure quaking through him as he delivered a few more harsh thrusts into his throat and withdrew slowly. Sephiroth gagged and coughed, gasping for air as he watched the silver haired man leave his mouth and retreat behind him to join the scarred molester.

Sephiroth looked up through tear filled eyes at the crowd against the wall, silently resisting the urge to beg them for release. The smaller blonde boy still buried his face in the redhead's shoulder, his hair being stroked slowly by the emerald eyed man as he leaned against the blonde, offering his comfort to the very uncomfortable situation. For an instant, Sephiroth yearned for that comfort as he felt the leader climb up onto the raised surface, his hands gripping over his hips, stalling as if to prolong the torturous anticipation of the imminent rape. A few other men only laughed sadistically at his pain and he knew, they were next.

A loud cry rang out through the large candlelit room as the leader slammed his cock inside Sephiroth, choking his screams in his throat. He assumed the fingers previously inside of him were for preparation but nothing could really prepare him for this. With his head no long supported by a cock in his mouth, his cheek rubbed against the marble surface he was mounted on, causing his face to ache. He swallowed hard, his throat stinging from the previous assault and he squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to face the crowd in front of him as he was brutally raped. The pain surged through him with every thrust and suddenly, a tear slid down the side of his face at the same instant he felt a hot liquid running down the back of his thigh, assuming it could only be blood. He groaned and cried out in agony and it only got louder as he felt a warm wet tongue re-tracing the blood's path up his thigh. He shuddered at the thought, knowing it was the man who had prepped him for his leader, lapping up the blood running down his leg and growling against his skin as if to savor the bitter taste. The licking tongue was accompanied by nails and teeth, adding extra sharp pains to the blunt, flesh tearing pain of the leader's cock ripping him wider with every thrust. This was all topped off by another shock of electricity, practically draining the very life force from his body.

"Please...make him stop screaming!"

Sephiroth heard a voice in the crowd, glancing up to see the taller blonde next to the redhead covering his ears in fear. The redhead glanced over at the other blonde not clutching to him desperately and a frustrated look spread across his face. Finally, another member walked forward towards the suffering prisoner. Sephiroth's eyes widened at the sight of the large man standing above him. His long black dread locks spilled down his back as he removed his coat, exposing his toned and bulky torso. He stared sternly into mako eyes, overflowing with physically forced tears as he pulled his equally large cock from his leather pants and slapped Sephiroth across the face with it. He gasped at the unexpected shock from the slap that almost silenced him but he cried out again as the pain in his backside continued to engulf every one of his scenes. His cries were instantly muffled as the black hair man before him pushed his cock past red elegant lips, still swollen from the previous face fucking. The man grunted and growled as he wrapped Sephiroth's long silver hair around his hand for a better grip. He then began to mercilessly thrust into his throat, keeping his painful protests quiet.

Sephiroth squeezed his eyes shut and began to drown in the sensations around him as his body was rocked back and forth by the man buried deep inside him. The other braced his head still with a harshly gripped hand as his cock hit the back of his throat over and over. The accent pains continued their onslaught as electricity surged over his skin and deep cuts and welts were created by hungry teeth and nails on his thighs and other various areas begging for pain.

The world around him seemed to disappear and the groans from his assailants melded with the slapping of skin and cries of agony. The dull roar of the dungeon occasionally broken by the cheers of one of the men in the background, one with an eye patch, oddly offset by his wide and amused grin. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the show in front of him. The blonde boy had run from the room, followed by the taller blonde, unable to contain their disgust and for some reason, the redhead remained behind, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him, watching through emotionless yet disturbed eyes.

Sephiroth felt the darkness begin to wrap a blanket around his wounded body. The smell of blood and sweat was so thick in the air that it was not clear as to whether his gags were from the black haired man’s cock blocking his airways or the intoxicating scent of torture. Not even the shocks delivered over his skin were enough to bring him back to reality.

He began to feel disconnected...lost in the emptiness surrounding him. His will to fight had completely left his body, his fists relaxed against the small of his back, allowing his hands to flail against the restraints with every thrust of the groaning man inside him. His eyes rolled back into his head as if to escape the sight of the man in front of him, his mouth dropped open in pleasure almost like he was unaware of the weeping mass of a man against him.

A few other men in the room had fallen deeper in the shadows. A tall brown haired man and a smaller lavender haired boy avoided the situation altogether. The boy's hair hung in his face and he wrinkled his nose at the smell of the dungeon, wrought with blood, sweat and bodies. They sunk back against the wall, simply waiting for it all to be over. Another man toyed with a few playing cards in his hands as he walked out, followed by another, who previously had been accenting the reek of the room with the faint smell of spring and hope. He was gone now, along with any hope Sephiroth may have had about slaughtering every one of these men and conquering them like he had so many before.

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open at the realization that his mouth was being flooded with hot fluid. He gagged at the bitter taste and some of it spilled from the corner of his lips. It did not matter now because the cock in his mouth was gone, leaving only the unpleasant remnants of itself and a slight taste of blood, obviously originating in his victim's mouth, unable to withstand the brutal assaults against it. He sighed and coughed, resting his aching neck on the cool marble, falling back into the void of unconsciousness as his body desperately tried to escape the tearing pain behind him. Fingers dug deep into his hips, the muscles screaming against the bruising grip accented with other’s continuous bites and scratches.

The leader noticed the body beneath him slowly relaxing, falling into the darkness. Not ready to let him fall just yet, his glare focused on the redhead standing against the wall, shifting his weight uncomfortably, seriously debating on leaving to find his runaway blonde.

"Number VIII...Burn him!"

Sephiroth's eyes slid open once again and his vision turned towards a reluctantly approaching blur of red and black. The man stopped in front of him. He expected to receive another angry cock in his throat as he winced but reopened his eyes when nothing happened but the almost gentle caress of a bare hand unlocking the restraints from his wrists and neck. The redhead threw the bar aside to the ground so that he may trace his fingers up and down his spine. The touch was all too comforting and the relief of being released from the bar was overwhelming but the ulterior motives of the gentle caress were revealed as it became hotter. He flinched as his skin heated, his body temperature rising above that which it had risen from the pain reaction, causing sweat to fall more heavily from his temple, soaking him to the point of being slick. The hand stopped it's searing touch and he cried out, trying to fall back into his fetal void, but reality struck him hard as the hand's touch was replaced with the boiling wax of a nearby candle. The liquid ran down the center of his spine, creating hell’s river to flow through his skin. The wax slowly hardened and cooled slightly but was quickly melted again as the redhead placed a single finger on the tip of the wax, igniting it like a dynamite trail. Sephiroth gripped his fingers desperately over the marble beneath him and his eyes widened at the instant brightening of the room from the flames rising off his back. He shrieked at the blinding pain. He could feel the shaking of the hand upon his skin, confident in its ability to inflict pain but reluctant enough to pull away. The redhead then leaned down and blew the flames out with a single breath as if to blow out the candles on a birthday cake. He felt the presence of the redhead leave him as the man walked away and disappeared into the shadows, wanting to be finished with his participation in the torture.

The leader behind him seemed satisfied that he was jerked back into reality enough to pound into his victim harder and harder, causing a fresh current of blood to trickle down his thigh before he filled him with his essence. The cock was pulled painfully slow from his body and then everything stopped...

The leader left the torture table, the teeth and nails stopped eating away at his being and the shocks ceased, releasing the clamps from his nipples. The burn against his spine throbbed as a blister formed. The taste of blood, sweat and cum coated his tongue as he swallowed hard.

The restraints were completely removed and Sephiroth rolled onto his back, pressing the marble against his burns and stared blankly into the darkness of the invisible ceiling. He heard footsteps of men leaving and he began to embrace the newfound silence of his torture chamber.

His body felt as if it was sinking into the marble beneath him, emptiness wrapping him in its arms, telling him to let go. His will to move had left him completely, his will to fight and his will to hold on to the immense power he had possessed his entire life.

"Yes...let go..."

The leader's voice echoes in his mind as his eyes roll back into his head and his breathing becomes shallow and lost within his body. The pounding in his chest of his screaming heart ceases and is slowly replaced by the dull throbbing pain, coursing through every inch of his being. His dark and powerful heart is gone, leaving nothing but a battered and bleeding shell, curled up in the candlelit, lost in the comforting arms of emptiness.


A/N: Obviously, Larxene is not present during this. O.o She doesn't get to play with the boys and nobody likes her.

Ps. Yes, Sephiroth is dead...Xemnas got his heart and he's dead! End of story! :}