Strange Behaviors

He had been acting strange all week.

Earlier, Xaldin had witnessed his bizarre companion attempt to hit on Demyx and Luxord. Demyx had no clue how to react and simply walked away, whereas Luxord promptly punched. Normally, that would be punishable, hitting one's superior, but in this case an exception could be made. Xigbar had even made a few odd comments to Xaldin, ranging from the soap he used to the way his pants clung to his muscular legs. The soap thing he could let slide, but the other statements--

--'Damn if that man isn't strange,' thought Xaldin.

Xaldin figured if was all due to lack of sleep. Since Xemnas had taken off, Xigbar had suddenly been forced to the Number One slot until the Superior came back. Luckily Xigbar rarely bothered Number Three while the lancer was in his room, the one place he still felt secure from the odd behaviors of his colleagues, until today. Xaldin's superior waltzed in without so much as a peep of warning. Xaldin rolled over on his bed and sat up, facing the door and the intruder.

"Don't you knock?" he growled, "For all you know, I could have been naked or something."

"All the better," came the reply.

"What?"

"Xaldin, y'know, now that Xemnas is gone, that leaves me in charge," Xigbar stated, slowly stepping closer to Xaldin's bed.

"Thanks for the update," Xaldin sneered.

Xigbar glared at him. "As I was gonna say, that means you have to listen to me...every...last...word I say. And right now, I've got a little assignment for you."

Xaldin raised an eyebrow. "That so?"

"Mhmm." Xigbar sauntered to the foot of the bed. The look in his eye nearly sent a chill down Xaldin's spine. "Y'see, it's been quite a while since Larxene's been gonna, and I--"

"Don't even think about it."

Xaldin tried to stand, but Xigbar's speed beat him. He was roughly shoved back, a light weight resting on his torso. Xigbar pinned his subordinate's hands against the headboard.

"Don't forget, Xaldin, I have the authority to punish you...Keep it up and I intend to take advantage of that," Xigbar hissed.

Xaldin ignored him and thrashed about, desperately trying to kick his comrade. He swiftly shifted his weight and rolled to the side, dumping Xigbar on the bed. Xaldin climbed to his feet, trying to put some space between himself and the other, but something closed tightly around a portion of his hair and pulled him back to the mattress. Xigbar closed his fingers over Xaldin's throat, their faces merely inches apart.

"You asked for it," he growled. Xigbar held Xaldin by the neck and used his free hand to unbuckle and pull off the lancer's belt.

"What are you--" Xaldin choked. Xigbar chuckled.

"Don't ask that too soon," he taunted. Xaldin growled.

"GET OFF ME!"

"Shh, Xaldin, you'll wake the others. You don't want them to see you like that, do you?"

Xaldin's blue gaze flicked up towards the headboard. Already Number Two had bound his wrists together. Xigbar released his hold only to tie the excess leather to the bedpost. The subordinate seemed to go out of his way to make things difficult, trashing and pulling his arms away from the target area.

"You really don't give me much choice," Xigbar muttered as he finished tying. He unbuckled his own belt quickly and yanked it off. He gently ran one gloved hand over Xaldin's muscular chest. "What do you say we take these off?"

Xigbar removed a small pocketknife from his coat. He flipped it open and ran the blade straight down the center of Xaldin's torso, slicing open the jacket and shirt he wore. Xaldin froze as Xigbar pushed the garments as far out of the way as possible, one gloved finger running over his nipple. Xaldin bit his lip.

"What...what are you doing?" he asked, wincing at how timid he sounded.

"I warned you about this, did I not? Those who decide to disobey the superior are punished."

Xigbar dropped the knife to the floor. He folded the strap in half, grasping both ends of it tightly. Near Xaldin's head, he snapped the leather together, the crack piercing through the room, instantly grabbing the lancer's attention.

Xigbar raised it over his head and whipped it over Xaldin's bare chest. Xaldin cried out, and then Xigbar did it once more. The slap of leather on skin echoed in the room, and Xigbar loved it.

"Stop!" Xaldin yelled.

"What's the matter?" Xigbar teased, "Can't big, bad Xaldin handle this?"

He brought the belt down once more, intensifying the bruising of Xaldin's ribs. The lancer stifled another yelp and glared at Xigbar, who simply chuckled.

"Fast learner," he murmured. He held the makeshift whip up swiftly, smirking as Xaldin flinched, ready for another blow. Xigbar released the belt, allowing it to fall beside the knife. "If you decide to be a good boy, I won't have to use that again."

Xigbar crawled over his comrade and straddled his hips. Running his hands carefully over Xaldin's chest and abs, he scoffed at the bruises left behind. Skillful fingers slipped down to Xaldin's waist, slowly unsnapping the black pants he wore. Xigbar pulled the pants, and boxers beneath them, down to Xaldin's knees, exposing him for Xigbar's enjoyment. He readjusted himself so that his head was right between Xaldin's muscular thighs. Xigbar nipped at the tender flesh there, earning a soft grunt from his subordinate.

"You took your punishment rather well," Xigbar murmured, "I guess I could treat you a little, huh?"

"Fuck you...." Xaldin growled, "Just leave me alone!"

Xigbar ignored his pleas and grasped Xaldin's manhood. He stroked leisurely, slowly, feeling his unenthusiastic lover tense beneath him. Xaldin closed his eyes tightly, not particularly wanting to see what Xigbar might do. As much as he didn't want it to happen, he felt himself hardening as Xigbar's fingers worked their magic. It was quite a struggle to hold it back, one he gave up on as Xigbar's thumb brushed the tip.

"Going to cooperate now?" Xigbar asked softly. Xaldin didn't answer, simply kept his eyes shut and remained silent. Xigbar slowly replaced his tiring fingers with his mouth; instantly Xaldin's eyes shot open, a low moan escaping his lips.

Xigbar sucked roughly, flicking his tongue over the tip of Xaldin's now-throbbing erection. He gripped Xaldin's thighs and dug his nails into his flesh. Xaldin groaned, thrusting hard into Xigbar's hot mouth. Xigbar got him closer and closer until he felt he would explode, and then the sensation was gone as unexpectedly as it had begun.

"Don't stop," Xaldin begged, "Please, don't stop.."

Xigbar slid his leg over so that he was kneeling beside Xaldin. He pushed at the lancer's side, rolling him sideways to make him stare at the wall. Xigbar lay behind him quietly, and Xaldin could hear the sound of snaps and zippers coming undone, the soft brush of fabric sliding over skin. He felt Xigbar lift his coat out of the way, laying it between his back and the Free Shooter’s chest. Not a moment later, something hard poked at Xaldin's tailbone. Xaldin froze, and Xigbar pressed his body against the lancer's.

"My turn," he purred in Xaldin's ear.

Xaldin yelped as Xigbar entered him roughly, without warning. He could feel the blood slithering down his thigh.

Xigbar, ignoring Xaldin's cries of pain, thrust into him. At first, he was moderately gentle, not wanting to hurt his longtime buddy too badly, gradually increasing his pace as Xaldin's pleas quieted.

"See? It's not so bad, is it?" Xigbar nipped at Xaldin's neck, leaving a small purple mark just above his shoulder.

Xigbar grabbed Xaldin's hip, pulling him back to meet his thrusts. Xaldin closed his eyes, fighting off the fact that, well, it was starting to feel pretty damn good. Xigbar seemed to know the exact spot to rub, the right speed, the desired roughness. He knew it well enough to make Xaldin's body tremble. Xaldin groaned.

"You like that?" Xigbar whispered. Xaldin fought against his restraints, squeezing the leather tightly between his fingers.

Xigbar could feel himself getting closer and closer as he slammed into Xaldin. His release came quickly, almost unexpectedly, and he pulled Xaldin's hips against his as he came. Xigbar chuckled.

"I knew you'd enjoy that," he murmured as he finished Xaldin off. He pulled out and stood by the bed, fixing his pants quickly. Blood had stained the sheets beneath Xaldin. "The first time's always a bit...messy."

He helped Xaldin dress again before untying his hands. Xaldin growled at Xigbar, summoning one of his spears. He leapt off the bed to attack, but suddenly wished he didn't as the pain shot up his spine. Xigbar laughed.

"Not a good move there, dude. You should rest up, though. Xemnas is gonna be back tomorrow, and I think he's sending you to Beast's Castle," Xigbar said, "Take it easy, Xaldin."

Xaldin watched Number Two leave before collapsing on his bed. He groaned, wishing the pain would subside a little bit faster. He hoped no one had heard them, either. That was one thing he knew he'd never be able to live down. For the time being, though, he focused on healing the injuries Xigbar had left in his wake.

'He'll pay for this. If it's the last thing I do, I'll make sure he suffers as I have...'