Saïx/Xemnas Contest Entry

Xehanort's Nobody finally departed from his room. He knew far better than to travel out the other night -- the night that both moons rose high in the air and were sure to caress Saïx' more beastly side... That didn't mean the others didn't know such. Ah, he'd take such greedy satisfaction to find either one of them torn up. Roxas, Axel, and Marluxia did deserve their tongues to be prodded or pulled. Name calling... Luxord... Well! It'd been a pleasure to watch him refuse a fight yet again -- one that would be far less forgiving than he was. Of course, now he figured that the whole issue had passed away with a nights worth of rest and he found himself roaming the gardens. Mmn! Every plant seemed well taken care of. There was a variety of colors, not just one simple one or a few, bringing the lusciousness of it out. But Xemnas was not one to pick out the beauty of it all, let alone care for it. He walked along the path, hands tucked within the pockets of his coat. Every friendly caress that a leaning flower gave to him was simply brushed aside and no attention to be paid. Feature wise -- he seemed pretty neutral with no hints of displeasure placed upon those bronzed features.

Maijin Saïx was tucked away out of sight to start with, still as a statue, fully unmoving, with his back to the superior, head slipped into a bush and hiding away bright hair and brilliant eyes. Really, it was possible he went utterly unnoticed, crouched where he was at the edge of the water, body untouched by any order, as silent as he was steady. Barely even a breath ghosted his form, as he simply crouched, half on all fours, oblivious to any other presence than whatever it was that had his undivided attention. It showed itself soon enough, with a sudden, high pitched shriek, and, apparently lacking anything larger to have turned predatory sights on, the fair sized rat that scrabbling out of the bush was torn after, one clawed hand lashing out and rather effectively slaying it with a single claw, half-flaying it in an instant. His form was clad simply in bandages, but a claw to his own chest had loosened them to dangling, and many had been torn away.

Xehanort's Nobody paused upon reaching the turning point of the stone walkway. What the hell was that noise? It was close, that was for sure. He must have passed it and upset an anima--. Well, there went the rat, scurrying out of the bush. It did seem in a hurry, that was for sure. And... Ah! That clawed hand was so easily recognized by the Superior. In a second, he was placing Saïx' name upon it. There he was, his guess was right. Xemnas chuckled darkly upon seeing the Diviner out hunting such little things compared to what normally got him into trouble. Well, he was dealing with something that could have turned into a problem. His features did not shift, though the slightest hint of a grin did tug upon the corner of one lip. "Grabbing a snack before bed?"

Maijin Saïx' upper body was out of the area of greenery he'd settled into, the claws on the hand that had torn into he rat larger than usual, a different shape. The animal uttered a couple pathetic, wheezed noises, before stilling, the bloodied hand that had slain it moving up towards Saïx' face, turned a bit away from the Superior, unaware of his presence in the pleasure of even such a small kill, his tongue slipping out, longer, almost more pointed as it quested for the blood dripping from the fingers. When Xemnas spoke, the pale form wreathed in a few wraps of torn bandage jolted, face turning onto him, and the more subtle differences of before were lost within the major ones now. His eyes were yellow, utterly so, holding no whites and practically glowing, scar bunched and crinkled, wickeder than usual, and, as a shrieked, howling snarl of recognition broke his lips, it could be seen that fangs were longer, and even his other, usually human teeth had taken on a fanglike-point. Saïx jumped out of the bush, jolting up to a near-standing state with snapped howls towards the Superior, eyes wide, the moonlight across his form making him absolutely glow with what almost seemed like a silvery aura, far beyond just the reflection of light, hands clawed up. But he was ducked down, despite everything, looking almost ready to run.

Xehanort's Nobody raised his brows while simply watching Saïx drink the rat's blood. Well, whatever suited his tastes. As he watched him, he was taking a note of all those lovely changes upon the blue-haired Nobody's form. Oh, yes. He recognized this change and he recognized it very well. Of course, whether the beast recognized him, he was uncertain. This was his... third time of seeing him like this? He did look nearly healed, this was for certain. "Are we going to play this game again?" He asked. Ah, this was until he noticed that ducked position. Hmm... Curious, though he'd not touch on it. Perhaps it was a simple game and Saïx was testing him instead. Well, the little fear of this side of Saïx that had been brought about on their first greeting had nearly died now.

Maijin Saïx had never once been quite this far into his maddened state, never so far feral that his body twisted in such a way. The normally spiked hair on the top of his head was flared upward further, and those gleaming, dangerous, apparently utterly pupilless eyes of pure yellow-gold were locked upon the Superior. Despite his lowered posture, he was keeping up snaps and snarls, hisses, violent, apparent feral threats, trying to drive the other Nobody away, even as he wavered weight between his two feet unevenly, uncomfortable, shoulders back, one bare, and also clawed, foot turned sideways. It was a wariness not often seen within the beastly and dangerous creature, and, in fact, it was quite possibly the first time.

Xehanort's Nobody's feet remained planted on the slice of stone that he had near him. His poise never once did falter, even with the beast's threats to probably manhandle him once more. Well. He'd let no such thing happen a second time. Now it seemed much like a little stand-off between the two of them, one that Xemnas planned on winning. He wasn't sure whether to step forward or backward at that matter. But they couldn't just stand around like this. He dared to kick one leg out and plant it upon the ground a small step away from him, eyes never once straying from Saïx' form.

Maijin Saïx, even along with those dangerous noises, didn't make any move forward, actually quieting a bit at even a tiny movement forward. No backwards movement was made, though the way he quieted and his eyes slunk back up the body before him, making their way to Xemnas' own, more vibrant, more orangish gold glare, the sounds once more picking up, softer at first, slower. But it would, inevitably, begin to reach the same proportion as before, the same volume, same sound, though, perhaps it was a mere trick of the eyes, but the body seemed to be hunched just the slightest bit more as he glared and snarled.

Xehanort's Nobody could barely believe what he was seeing. Why...? That beast looked far more frightening than he had the first night. An almost teasing smirk tugged itself upon the Superior's lips. Once again, the idea that it was a trick slapped him upon the face. Xemnas dropped his arms at his side, fingers parted and stretched just incase he did need to draw up those weapons in a quick matters worth of a time. For now, they'd be retracted within his palms. He now began to progress forward, not one simple step but a second, and third if he could. Well, he had hushed up at first. Seemed like the eye contract was all that set him off.

Maijin Saïx flicked those pupilless eyes to the hands, the area that should have held the dark slits actually a brighter yellow, almost nearer to white. They widened a bit, a snort coming into play along with those feral sounds, though, when Xemnas approached, his eyes snapped back up, and he ducked back further. One step, lower, the second step, further lower, both with an increase in volume, practically up to the point where he was letting off shrieks of anger. And that third step? His foot shifted back, with enhanced violence, danger in his tone as he took one, single step away, clawed hands flexing, chest rising and falling heavily due to deep breaths, muscles tense, ready.

Xehanort's Nobody only continued to watch the beast. Lower and lower -- slinking back further. Hmm. He stopped for a second, simply studying that ivory frame placed before him. Now he dared to push further than just a simple step. He took yet another step closer towards Saïx and, to go with that, he extended one of those hands tucked at his side. Of course, the way he held his fingers made it look like he could have summoned up that nothingness any second he wished. Ah, but he had simple intentions of placing his hand quite a few inches away from his face, like one might do to a animal they'd never met before. He knew that perhaps he was toying too much with Saïx -- tempting him to an attack. Yet... Regardless to these facts, his strong poise displayed no fear.

Maijin Saïx continued snapping out louder snarls and growls at that step, though the hand raising brought a severe widening of eyes. As soon as it took on that positioning, though, the sound that came from the beast could only really only be described as a feral scream, the sound loud, and violent, one of those ready, clawed hands lashing out to tear for the Superior's gut. But it was much less an attack, than a reflex, which was followed very swiftly by Saïx moving backwards at a high speed, dropping into a crouch at the grass, one hand out to the side, with arches of moonfire curling down his body towards it. He didn't even care if the attack had hit or not, and, despite the way the light behaved, nothing happened, save a continuation of those sounds, with widened eyes that almost looked... Frightened?

Xehanort's Nobody had his eyes locked upon Saïx, but even that wasn't enough to bring him to drawing back quick enough. He ended up taking most of the hit to is side, stumbling backwards in the process. His own, unhappy snarl emitting past his lips. Xemnas' eyes snapped down towards the new gash wound from claw marks implanted above his thigh. Out of something near instinct when it came to Saïx, he was getting back up on his feet in a hurry. But, a pause came from him when he realized that... what was this? Saïx wasn't even lunging at him to make attempts at an attack. That hint of fear was picked out so easily -- Nobodies had to know emotions to fake them. His own eyes fell from that glare to something of surprise. His lips parted in the same manner that his lids did. "Saïx..." The word fell from his lips in something above a whisper. He issued a soft breath of air before dropping his arms. It was... strange. Normally such a thing would never effect him -- but this was the wild berserker. He shook his head and grunted softly.

Maijin Saïx just crouched there, growling, his free hand planted on the ground, eyes locked tight on the superior, not once wavering, hardly even blinking. The hand off to his side was kept out, claws dripping blood that glowed with the moonfire, curled almost as if it were ready to take a hold of something not there. And whatever it was never actually came, as Xemnas' own posture turned away from anything that might be considered an attack. It was several very long seconds of that, before his hand loosened up, and came back to his side, the liquid present being given a look, before being brought up to his mouth to be cleaned off with obvious restrained enjoyment. When his name was said, both ears twitched, the studs sparkling bright in the light of the twin moons.

Xehanort's Nobody's ashen brows were released from the furrowing position when the beast seemed rather, well, content all of a sudden. He stood at his straightened position, arms remaining down, features just as neutral as they had been before all of this had started. While Saïx seemed so fixated upon the blood that he'd given off during the process of receiving his wound, he now checked on it for a little more than just a little glance. He removed those ebony gloves, stuffed them in his coat pocket, then moved to pull back the side of his coat the wound rested upon, exposing the obvious claw marks decorating his skin. Blood had managed to slide down his naval to seep into his pants, but that was barely obvious to eyes that didn't study him long and hard.

Maijin Saïx wasn't exactly content, just not ready to throw himself into his own style of offensive defense preceding any perceived attack. His fingers were fairly swiftly cleaned off, but not once did his eyes waver away, soon finding themselves less on the Superior's face and eyes, and more on that bloodied side. Once his hand was clean, it moved to join the other in pressing to the grass, lips being licked softly at the thought of having that blood, body shivering violently, even as his growls continued at a very slightly lessened volume. If it were anyone else, the berserker would have lunged for them, pinned them for the blood in the barest of instants, but he was still crouched on the grass and watching.

Xehanort's Nobody brought his fingertips towards the wound, running it along the slick and upper most layer of blood. He was still fairly aware of his surroundings, and the shiver did bring him to looking up. His eyes rested on Saïx, narrowing in an instant. But regardless to that annoyed glance in his eyes, he looked like he was grinning the least bit. "You're pleased with what you've done and what you see now?" He called out, aware by this point that the being could not talk, only in its own feral sense. Well, he wanted the beast to look at it while it was still there and before he received repayment for it -- reaction command or not. He chuckled low in his throat then dropped the material of his coat from his fingers, allowing it to sway at his legs and cover up his abdomen once again.

Maijin Saïx gave a minute duck at that look, hand snapping up off of the floor, fingers curling, but his hand wasn't out, merely held in place a few inches up, ready to fight back at the attack that could come of it. His right ear twitched minutely to the words, acknowledging the presence of sound, but no comprehension showed on his features, none occurring within his mind, as eyes slid back down to the wound, right as it was covered. Now his eyes were back on Xemnas', having nothing else to catch his interest, focus back in place with wariness upon the dangerous figure that actually managed to inspire fear within the beast. He wanted to kill him for it, but he didn't dare attack.

Xehanort's Nobody mindlessly shifted his fingers along his thumb, smearing the crimson liquid that now rested upon them. Well, seemed as far as fear went, tables had turned. In truth, the first night that Xemnas had dealt with the more beastly side of Saïx, he'd been confident until he was gotten a hold of and maimed. Of course, fear never sat long with him and his want to be more dominate than anyone and everyone else drove him to proving himself that much to Saïx. He lowered himself to something near a crouching position -- nearly the same formation as Saïx presented, save his own two arms were rested within the lap of his bent legs, hands at his knees. "Don't tell me you've gotten soft as well..." He muttered beneath his lips, possibly to no one in particular.

Maijin Saïx just watched him, wanting to simply leave, and have nothing to do with the Superior, having no ability to rip him apart as was his desire with everything he came in contact with in this form. But he was worried about what would happen if he turned his back upon Xemnas, and so he just sat there, giving another twitch to the words, face giving a confused look to the tone. And not once did his growls stop, though, with the lack of apparent threat, they'd wound down a good deal. It would be for quite some time that he sat there, before pulling himself cautiously to his feet, and, so long as no other threatening moves were made, he would start to walk away, body held with a curved back, moving fully with his steps, form loose and ready to react to anything.

Xehanort's Nobody raised a brow when he saw the beast begin to get up. The second brow soon joined the first when he noticed him beginning to walk away. Xemnas quickly brought himself to a standing position, lips now parting to speak. "I recall the fact that I didn't dismiss you -- nor did you ask and I grant you permission!" He shouted towards the beast. Ha! What in the world did he think he was doing? Talking to Saïx was sure like talking to a foreigner. Pointless and useless. He held himself firmly planted upon the ground, though temptation made him want to push himself closer towards the beast. His eyes narrowed.

Maijin Saïx twitched slightly at the anger in the tone towards him, the volume of voice bringing him to stop and turn a bit, with a low and angry snarl, wariness in his eyes, hand shifting out and curling on the air once more. But all Xemnas had done was stand, not having taken out a weapon, or even raised one of his hands up in that threatening pose. The sight brought a tilt of his head, and he just stood there for a time, before turning back with a snort atop the low growls that had been curling from him as soon as he was addressed, moving to depart once more.

Xehanort's Nobody's lids parted further from his bastard amber hued eyes. A snort? Then the beast dismisses himself? Now, if it was one thing that Xemnas didn't tolerate around here, it was disrespect. He didn't like it. He wouldn't stand for it. The Superior was now advancing on Saïx as he began to walk away. His hand would extend outwards in an attempt to try and catch Saïx' shoulder within the clutch of his hand, giving the fact that he'd not turned around by this point or removed his hand from him. He would be sure to grab his attention, that was for sure.

Maijin Saïx continued his departure, oblivious, having seen no reason to stay in place any longer. Respect? The beast didn't understand respect for another, only respect of power, and that wasn't something it held for the Superior. That power had been used against the beast itself, leaving it so brutally damaged, and that was where its fear had come from, such hateful fear. When he heard those footsteps, he ignored them, but only for a short time, only long enough to realize they were coming towards him, and, with that, he gave a brutal snarl and whirled, taking a step back as his hand flared out, gleams of moonfire once more warping towards that area.

Xehanort's Nobody never once faltered in his movements when it came to settling his eyes upon the stance that the beast had now taken in front of him. Claws, teeth -- both of these which he'd handled before. Of course, giving the fact that the claymore wasn't drawn out, he'd not draw his own weapons. He began to draw himself closer, avoiding any pressure he might have cause to the wound at his side. He'd of not doubted had the blood reached all the way down to his ankles by this time. "I said," He began once more. "I don't believe I've dismissed you yet." He gestured by a point towards the ground to try and give him the hint of 'stay' like one trainer might do an animal they were trying to tame.

Maijin Saïx couldn't help but shiver a bit and shake his head, now that he'd turned to face the Superior. The scent of blood was strong, trickling up through his nose, and threatening to utterly fog his senses. He was hungry, having not eaten in quite some time, and it struck him as quite the appetizing meal; now, if only it wasn't Xemnas' blood, he would have it in an instant. But it was, and so he wouldn't dare dart forward to it, growling a bit. That tone drew it deeper, and he snarled, understanding command in his tone, and looking to the finger. In his mind, it meant a combination of 'down' and 'come here', and so he, very blatantly, stood taller, and stepped back, obvious, open defiance.

Xehanort's Nobody frowned deeply as he watched Saïx draw away from him once again. "Saïx." He spoke rather bluntly tone of voice, flat at its best. A palm was extended forwards to try and reach past the beast's shoulder and grip several strands of blue tresses within his palm He would give them a yank backwards and place himself in such a manner that he'd be nearly leaning over the male -- showing his higher rank in a rather physical manner if he was able to do this much. If not, he would continue. "I told you twice already, you're not leaving." His tone reached somewhere just below a growl. Well, perhaps he was playing far too hard on the male, but, nevertheless, he was correcting that flaw.

Maijin Saïx jerked a bit at the sudden snatching hand, a burst of the curling silver trails coming from his hand as the threat that it had held finally became reality. There was a rustle and a thunk as his weapon came to hand, though he was bent back, and thrown off the required balance to use it, before he could rip it through more than a few branches in the bush, the thing just crunching back to the ground as he snarled. His free hand snapped around, actually wrapping about the Superior's lower back, nails digging into the wound he'd made before, and then tearing quite deep as far around as he could get. Of course, if Xemnas had pulled back before he could attack, the weapon would be out of the bush and ready for use quickly.

Xehanort's Nobody's eyes widened to their fullest when he realized what was happening. He'd only gotten the pleasure of seeing Saïx draw out that claymore of his once before -- on Axel. But, even after one witness of its birth, he could still remember it. His fingers were so easily manipulated to a straightened position, his own little flash of red light was drawn up before from nothingness by means of his palm. Right near the back of his neck.. He barely paid any mind to the far more heavier weapon that fell to the ground. He did know he needed to get Saïx away from it, or at least his attention. A soft, surprised cry fell from his lips when he felt fingers now digging beneath the flesh of his open gash wound. It forced his body to jerking away from that clawed touch. His free hand instantly went to grip Saïx' own unused one.

Maijin Saïx felt something prickle inside from the way the Superior's eyes widened, his ability to gain such a reaction from a visibly submissive state something along the lines of enjoyable to him. That cry, that struck him as well, bringing a predatory smirk across his features. The weapon, the fact that he'd been caught, they didn't matter, the former being on the wrong side of his head to affect his next movement, the latter only serving to help by being a pivot point. There was an almighty snapping and crackling of branches as Saïx twisted, using hand and foot as a pivot, spinning almost to the point of having his back to Xemnas, one point of the blade dragging along the ground, before it lifted, brought back behind him, wounds both unhealed, and tentatively healed, over that side of his body ripping open as the near hundred pound thing was brought around in a single-armed strike, dragging massive amounts of momentum as it was aimed for Xemnas.

Xehanort's Nobody's upper most lip peeled away from his teeth in a snarl. "Wipe that look off of your fa--" He found himself being cut off when he heard a split noise of the bushes rustling next to them -- screaming for one reason or another as something upset it. But he only got a slight glimpse of that before he realized what it was that had upset the trees. But, damn! It was far too late in the game to pull back at this point. The thing did extend fairly far, he was taking the hit either way. He made his attempts at scurrying forwards, if only to find that the groove of two spikes fit so nicely between his back and side. Two more wounds added to his collection, though not as deep as the claw marks, it was the wideness that counted this round as well as the formation of the obvious weapon that caused the new formation of skin. And that strong sting that followed it up strung its way through his veins was enough to compliment it -- just like a razor might do to skin. A grunt was issued, and his running was tripped up only the slightest bit to bring him to staggering once and having to grip at the exposed skin in response to it. God damn it... This was quite the mess. If nothing had got in his way, he'd manage to the corner of the stone walkway and a few steps further down before turning. He couldn't go inside. That hall meant a closed space. At least outside he had far more room and could play it to his advantage much easier.

Maijin Saïx gave a near smirked snarl to the feel of his claymore sinking into flesh, the unique form of resistance that skin and muscle gave sending quivers up his spine, even as it did far less damage than it could. Xemnas was lucky to have staggered away when he did, when the berserker was still enjoying the residual sensation that rolled up his muscles, though it left him with an unfulfilled curiosity. How much of his blade could he have ripped through the Superior's body before the resistance finally stopped it? It varied from person to person, after all. Bright eyes locked upon the other Nobody, making sure to watch and be ready for attacks, but, for now, there was a more pressing matter than a fight; his blade was bloodied. Despite size and weight, it was hefted, no, drawn up to his face with little effort, tongue slipping out to lick the blood off that gap with an unrestrained purr. Had Xemnas actually put that red blade away, then only the blood would have occupied his mind, but the opponent was still armed, and still a threat, even more so thanks to that identity. Only a cursory tongue-cleaning would be given to the claymore, before it was shifted back and angled down some, its berserk owner walking forward slowly and deliberately, not charging, not yet, blood running down his own body, staining loose bandages, some more of which having fallen off, before twisting trails across his pale flesh. And still he glowed, he and his weapon, lit by far more than the twin moons. Outside. He liked that. Bathed in his element, and with enough space to swing the claymore without losing momentum to walls.

Xehanort's Nobody's features dropped when he noticed the beast was closing in on him. Oh... He wasn't up for moving far, let alone stretching and applying stress on those wounds. Watching Saïx' being move about in such a manner did bring him to drawing back further and further. Soft pants pressed themselves upon Xemnas' lips. Soon enough, he'd have to draw his hand upwards, fingers stretched to their fullest and parted ever so slightly. Not even two seconds after his hand was set in place, those familiar wires of nothingness stringed themselves, aiming straight for Saïx in hopeful attempts to wrap him up, or at least try and back him towards something he could pin him to. He didn't think he could take any more hits -- let alone close calls -- from that weapon of Saïx'. One hit if aimed well enough could take him down to a point where he couldn't get up.

Maijin Saïx watched that hand raise, but, despite earlier reactions, despite a fear that started to gnaw at his gut the instant he saw it, despite that memory of the sheer agony last caused by those strands, he did not run. At least, not away. Feral and berserk were not entirely one and the same; berserk did mean the feral side, but the feral side didn't mean berserk. If it did, the diviner would have been a heap of exhausted Nobody well over twenty four hours ago. Now he was twisted into the violent stage, that attack enough to send him over a teetering edge. He charged. The flowers didn't matter, they were trampled. Nothing mattered, not even those strands, his claymore tearing from side to side working that violent defense as it hewed straight through the attacks, something he'd never dare with his bare hands, the thing glowing in reflected moonlight that seemed stored, and seeping through. And then he was in range, and the blade was tearing up into the air, hurtling down for a diagonal strike with the foremost point of it, aimed right shoulder, to left hip. It was the cloak that stopped the full attack, one that would have been another step forward, one that would have put that heavy weapon straight through shoulder to hip, in a gloriously messy finish.

Xehanort's Nobody could barely believe what he was seeing. Saïx? Tearing through those strands of nothingness so easily -- treating them like they were just simple bugs getting in his way to get swatted and killed. Of course, Xemnas was not expecting such a thing to happen, that was for sure... When did those jagged edges of an odd material ever fail him? So, giving this fact, he was slow when it came to reacting against that claymore. He bent his upper body back so that by the time that spike had made contact with his chest, it was closer to the stomach, drawing further inside. Ah, no mercy was brought to those strong thighs. The force did throw him down to the ground like a ragdoll. Right as his body hit the stone, he was arching his thighs up with a hiss of pain. His features cringed entirely and when he opened his eyes up, Saïx was so close. His own very hidden twinkle of fear kept itself at the corner of his eyes and within those parted lips. So. Close. He drew his hand up once again in another attempt to nail him with those strands of nothingness in the same manner that he wanted him before.

Maijin Saïx quivered once again as he got the chance to feel that sensation... It enhanced his desire to kill, to maim, to tear and rend, sending his berserk frenzy higher... But he couldn't do the former with the figure before him, and the latter two were difficult now that he'd fallen; non-fatal strikes to a downed opponent with his weapon were virtually impossible, it was just too big and unwieldy. His thought of what to do was torn away by that sudden, bursting attack, though he wrenched his weapon at a bizarre angle, putting a furious pressure on some unopened wounds, audibly tearing them wide, but flatly ignoring the pain as the lower, bloodied area of the blade blocked off the attack. That numeral had torn in places, but even that pain wasn't enough to stop him, and it would be little short of death that could.

Xehanort's Nobody continued to issue out those wire-like objects towards Saïx and his weapon if he could. The thing was obviously strong but there had to be some way to tear the weapon away from its master. His eyes scanned Saïx' body. Goodness, he was bleeding and Xemnas had yet to do any of this by himself. All of these were old wounds and here he was -- several new ones of his own. He coiled his fingers about the several cords jutting out from his hand and gave a rough yank forward. Maybe he could get him to at least stand at a lower position. He was in a bad spot as it was, but Saïx was so open. So he did not move.

Maijin Saïx' eyes widened a bit as that hateful energy began to bind about his precious weapon. Right as Xemnas got it in his head to pull, the berserk beast was already doing the same thing, and with an angry howl of something that sounded distinctly along the lines of offense. It would be the power of the Superior's control over nothing, versus the raw physical strength of the mooncrazed, bloodlusting berserker. If that strength failed to the power, then Saïx would indeed fall, but straight atop Xemnas, but if power failed to strength, then he would rip away with an enraged how. The prone Nobody would get the chance to feel a very distinct brush with mortality thanks to his decided position of stillness, the claymore tearing vertically into the ground very close to his head, the specific resistance of stone halting its passing at just the perfect level to leave the split spike at the head brushing both sides of Xemnas‘ neck barely with sharp edges. Saïx would then drop to his knees at his side, snarling as he locked eyes and reached for both hands in an attempt to catch them and curl them into fists.

Xehanort's Nobody grunted when he felt the male's body slam above his own. Damn. Not what he'd wanted, but it was fine enough. That weapon... It was creeping uncomfortably close to him and he tried his best not to pay any mind to it, save for a side glance from the corner of his eyes. Oh! He did remember this same thing happening last time, his hands folded in such a manner that he'd have no way of letting lose either of his powers. His palms... Depending on how the grab was approached -- had it been fast and strong, there would be no doubt to his palm being taken a hold of. But, slow and steady would earn him a snap out of his own fists towards anything he could hit at. Either way, furious growls were emitted and he was struggling.

Maijin Saïx wasn't in any mood or position for slow and tentative movements, clamping hands with enough force that knuckles popped, and the possibility of broken fingers was there if the grip tightened much further. The fists were swiftly dragged up over Xemnas' head and smacked together in the air up there hard enough to make an audible sound. One hand snapped around them near the wrists to hold them together and in place, claws digging in to help pin and reduce the urge to struggle, before it knocked them heavily into the stone, the Superior's arms almost certainly cut on the claymore’s cross pikes, as they were slammed back and pinned against it. There was little pretense before the diviner moved down, planting his weight firmly on Xemnas' knees to keep him from kicking, and then darted his tongue out to lick at the fresher wound he caused.

Xehanort's Nobody gasped when he felt his hands so forcefully crushed so that his fingers were coiled at his palm. His vocals became more noticeable when it came to forcing both hands together. He could feel each bone and every place where they connected, forcing a soft cry out from him, but nothing more. Now, the next thing did bring him to screaming. His arms slammed down against something sharp, he could tell it was Saïx' weapon. God... the sting that followed was enough to force his eyes shut. That damned claymore... it wasn't fair! Well... he was doing something like what he'd done to him before. He'd used those strands of nothingness to pin him down, here he was using the claymore. His body arched up when he felt Saïx' tongue running along the open wound. A mixture of a gasp and moan departed from his mouth. Ah, but when he heard such a noise, he quickly forced his own tongue to the front of his mouth so that he could bite into it, mindlessly drawing blood.

Maijin Saïx did nothing towards those sounds of pain, drinking up the sounds as he drank the blood, tongue actually having a rather obvious rough texture to it, yanking on the edges of the wound, pulling it wider. The moan, however, brought his ears to prick up, the moonlight flashing off the studs within them, tongue stilling. His head lifted up, white, pupilless, glowing yellow eyes looking upon the superior with an almost curious look within them, the brighter glow at the centers looking over his face, his body. No other movement was made, than that shift, though, after a moment, he shifted back down, and returned to his licks, rage dissipated now that he had blood, and with Xemnas still wreathed in his cloak, stopping the beast from tearing him for more.

Xehanort's Nobody found his body arching back towards the stone when he felt that tongue dive deeper into his wound to force the skin to part further and further, new blood now slipping from the torn corners. He swallowed a whimper in his throat and forced himself to writhe beneath Saïx instead. When he realized that Saïx was glancing up at him to study those mildly pained features, he tilted his head to the side so that he could press his cheek up against the cool stone. Slender strands of an ashen color fell about his bronzed features. Of course, when Saïx calmed, so did he. But his breathings still raged on and his body still forced itself upwards and closer towards Saïx every often, and a soft noise of either pleasure of pain, depending on the gesture and pressure that was placed upon the tongue. He mindlessly grinned and muttered the word, "Bastard." beneath his lips. Seemed Saïx had won this round.

Maijin Saïx couldn't help but growl at the shifting, and his free hand moved down rather swiftly to try and pin the Superior's body down so it would stop. If it didn't stop, the berserk beast not really having enough weight or leverage to pin Xemnas' torso down, then claws would touch, and then pierce if the struggling continued. And if Xemnas still didn't stop moving, he'd find fangs sinking into his wound, and claws dragging across his chest, a long, low growl coming from him. The word brought a perked ear, though it gave a couple twitches, followed by something approaching a tentative purr; the tone on it confused the beast. He wasn't used to that from those he fed upon, and the tone sparked something less along the lines of anger inside of him.

Xehanort's Nobody had a relatively hard time getting his body to stop twisting beneath the Berserker. The piercing to his flesh was absolutely nothing compared to what the beast had been putting him through. But God... when he felt fangs sinking beneath the open skin, bringing his blood flow to gush out at a swifter pace down his bronzed skin, he couldn't help but cry out. His body fell further back against the stone as those nails dived deeper down hard line of his chest. Of course, while this was going on, he could feel a pull focusing on the area between his thighs and his jeans feeling tighter against his thighs. But damn that large coat. He tried wiggling his hips. "Ahh--Saïx--!" He whimpered. Xemnas' vocals, by this point, had betrayed him, forcing and drowning him into noises of submission.

Maijin Saïx growled a bit as those movements continued, just wanting to drink quietly, but finding those movements and sounds more than a bit distracting. The sounds, though, soon had his hand loosening a bit, almost testing to see if he could actually let go, without finding himself damaged. That cry, though, the tone in it, and his name being said in it, was enough to make him let go, and allow the once-pinning hand to curl about Xemnas' hip, near where he was still licking away, tongue moving faster to clean up the increased flow of blood, without spilling. Soon, though, he was starting to catch a smell that he knew was going to get in the way of his drinking, giving a rumble about it, and a shift.

Xehanort's Nobody barely even took a note of the loosening up upon his caught arms, slowly beginning to show signs of bruising from the treatment of earlier’s manhandling. Ah, but finally, he found weight lifting up from his wrists. He kept them glued to the ground for a little while longer. But Gods... it was hard to keep them down with all those tender gestures being displayed upon his bare and bleeding thighs. He dared to lift his arms so that he could reach down and try and run his slender an bronzed fingers throughout those blue tresses presented to him. His hands approached his head in a slow manner, though it wasn't all that calm due to them being shaken up from pleasure. And that pleasure wasn't only showing in his hands; his member was hardening by the second and, soon enough, beads of pre were leaking.

Maijin Saïx didn't even take notice of those hands heading towards him, too busy cleaning blood and giving soft snorts as he tried to fight away the smell that was sending curls of a different hunger over his form. Those hands in his hair gained a surprisingly similar reaction to what would have occurred had it been the Diviner that was forward, head shifting into the gentle touch, even the hands were shaking. It seemed that the mingling of the scent of arousal and the flavor of the blood had made the beast something along the lines of complacent, though he was soon shifting, with a rumble, and moving to sniff at the source of the suddenly stronger smell, though albeit with a louder snort, and a more obvious shift.

Xehanort's Nobody mindlessly slithered and weaved his fingers throughout the Berserker's spiked tresses, resisting the urge to clench a chunk of hair every now and then. His breathing did increase when he noticed Saïx trying to find the source of his arousal, an obvious source that now stood boldly erect. The Superior couldn't help but flush a deep shade of red and emit a soft purr of pleasure, hips thrusting upwards, or at least attempting. He knew Saïx' hand was upon his thigh and could probably force him back downwards with ease in the state that he was in. His body writhed once again against the stone beneath him.

Maijin Saïx pressed slightly harder into the roaming hands, enjoying the feel of the bizarrely soft hair being shifted about, still retaining its silken quality, even with how far it had shifted from his head, the strands flashing almost like quicksilver between the Superior's fingers. There was a feral gentleness as the cloak was nosed out of Saïx' way, allowing him to sniff at the leather crotch of Xemnas' pants, though, once he discovered that was the source, his head butted the cloak the rest of the way out of the way, and double-fangs were hooked under the waistband. Last time it had been claw that had torn away the offending material, but this time Xemnas would feel the brush of the smooth surface of the front of the berserker's fangs over his length as he tore away the clothing with his teeth, giving a louder snort as the scent hit him in the face, almost literally.

Xehanort's Nobody could barely believe this sort of thing was happening. Well! The gentleness was quite nice for a change and rather appealing to the Superior. For some reason or another, Saïx was far more calm and gentle than he had been several nights ago. Perhaps because, too, was a little bit more friendly? With either case, he tried to keep up that poise. But it was hard when he felt those teeth resting upon the crotch of his pants where an already obvious lump sat. It forced a soft cry past Xemnas' lips. He could hear the agonizing sound of his jeans ripping along with the drag of those fangs, forcing the cool air to slip into them and tease at the taut flesh. He tried not to act like the more dominate like he'd done last time, but it was hard to do so... He halted his palm at the back of Saïx' head, fingers splayed outwards so that he got a good clutch at his head and tried to bring Saïx' head closer towards his own thighs.

Maijin Saïx was calmer due to two things. The fact that he was uninjured by Xemnas, despite their fight, and the fact that he had been unhindered when going for the blood he'd drawn, allowed to drink a good amount before the scent had interrupted him. A few more sniffs would be given, eyes lidding a bit from the strength of the smell that was pulling into his nostrils, a curiosity striking him, and his tongue starting to slip out as if to taste what was causing the smell. Xemnas' hand pushed, though, and the strange calmness of the berserker vanished in a second, with a brutal snarl, deadly yellow eyes flashing up to try and latch onto the Superior's, right as his claymore finally faded away in a flashing burst of moonlight, bringing the feral beast to twitch; it only stayed in place so long when not touched, and that duration had been longer thanks to the light of the twin moons.

Xehanort's Nobody clenched his eyes shut and uttered a pleasure filled gasp of air when he found Saïx' tongue inching ever so closely to his tongue. Bah! But at failure. The noise did bring him to snapping his eyes open once more so that he could ret them down upon the Berserker's rather frightening, fully golden eyes. But they weren't all that intimidating to the Superior. Ah, relief filled Xemnas as he found that thing that had held him back from doing too much finally disappeared out of sight. But he didn't sit up from the stone, not just yet. He expected to get what he was sure to receive, or at least he thought so. Xemnas slid one hand from the male's soft mane to run the tips of his fingers along Saïx' cheek bone.

Maijin Saïx growled heavily from there, eyes refocusing, having been lost at the sudden gleam of moonlight straight in them, enough to send a jolting shock of power straight in a current through his mind. His glare should have been intimidating, considering the fact that there were eight massive, sharp fangs very close to Xemnas' length, bared obviously, with snarls curling from behind him. It wasn't quite comprehensible that the Superior was now fully free and able to hurt him once more, mind fogged by the arousal he was gaining from the scent so close to his nose. It was a dangerous game that Xemnas was playing, though that little move seemed to have won this particular round of it, somewhat soothing the beast, even as fingers were put close enough to be bitten off if the beast had so chosen. And so his curiosity stood, and the Superior would get at least some of what he wanted, that long, roughened tongue dipping out to clean some of the pre from his length.

Xehanort's Nobody knew damned well that this could very well lead to the loss of a limb. But, then again... if he played his cards right, he could get something else. If he could, he could have probably had the ability to switch their positions, but that was not his aim for now. And even if he did manage that much, it would have taken so much to keep him down, at least he thought. His entire body curled forward and his head pressed back up against the stone of the path once he felt that rugged tongue run along the skin of his hardened length. His lips parted in the perfect shape of an 'o' before noise that was a mixture of a whimper and a beg for more to the beast, trying to further tempt him. By now, he was beginning to realize what this form of Saïx liked and didn't.

Maijin Saïx quivered a bit at the flavor, offering a rumbled purr of his own; it wasn't blood, it was different, and he actually found he rather liked it, almost enough to dart his tongue back out for another lick. That sound interrupted him, his head snapping up, cocked, and with perked ears, definitely having got his attention; submission? From the one who had assaulted him so violently? His abstracted, feral mind couldn't come up with any real danger; if he was submitting, then that overrode earlier attempts at dominance, and so he could indulge that little begging sound. Especially considering it was what he wanted to do, anyway, shifting back down to give another lick, trying to find more pre with this lick, rolling his tongue not just up the bottom, where it had trickled, but rolling up over the head.

Xehanort's Nobody gasped softly when he felt that tongue dive down to run along his length once again. He could feel every bit of the pleasure received from just a simple lick stringing throughout his veins. Of course, the look towards him was barely even noticed. By this time, his eyes were clenched tightly, lips parted, and his head was pressed tightly up against the stone behind him so that his nose was pointed upwards and towards the sky. He was already starting to get lost in that sensation that he was nearly oblivious to the beast sitting above him. But, because he was nearly senseless to him, the desire to work his hands did not pass him up. he ran his fingers further down to trace along the built muscles of his shoulder blades, unable to resist the urge to press his fingers roughly against his skin, applying pressure and his nails.

Maijin Saïx rumbled out a lower purr at the pleasure of getting the new flavor once more, ignoring the need that was growling between his legs to take another lick, this one centered about the head. He was content, once more, even as those hands traced over his mostly bare skin, dislodging one of the bandages that hadn't yet fallen away due to his earlier movements, and sending it fluttering to the floor. Fingertips touched over scars new and old, the gentleness over sensitive flesh actually enjoyable to the feral beast, but all contentment was lost as he was shifting back for another lick, and nails dug into a less-healed wound on his back, bringing a retraction of his tongue, and a violent snap of his jaws, within mere inches of the Superior's length.

Xehanort's Nobody could barely help himself. All those teasing gestures placed upon the tense organ was enough to bring every cell in his lithe body to screaming for the Berserker to touch him more and more. The noise that came from the contact of teeth as Saïx' jaws met did make Xemnas' eyes peek open the least bit and settle upon the male, once again angered by the Superior's foolish hands. He tried his best to loosen up his quivering touch and once he did, his hands fell gracelessly next to him, one taking up a chunk of well taken care of grass while the other coiled about a rock. Bah! He didn't need any more pauses or halts. Just the air about his hardened length pressing up against spots that were wet pushed his orgasm closer and closer. He lifted his bronzed hips from the ground and rolled them towards Saïx' lips once again, uttering something near an impatient groan.

Maijin Saïx gave an irate snort as he watched those hands remove themselves from his body, and dig into the floor, a low growl coming from him as he tilted his head and sat back up, glowing yellow locked on the Superior. The groan he gave earned another snort, and the beast shivered, looking down at his own length with a low rumble. He couldn't hold back his need anymore, even if he did still want more of the flavor it had been getting, and so it sat further up, the hand about Xemnas' hip slamming it back down to the ground, then rolling it back. Once more he bent forward to take leather within his mouth, ready to rip it further with fangs, and bare the cleft of the Superior's bronze rump.

Xehanort's Nobody couldn't help but find his cheeks heating up with fluster once again once Saïx glanced down at his own growing need between his thighs. A grunt fell from his lips once his hips slammed back down upon the cold stone beneath him. Xemnas emitted a growl of his own, squirming to adjust against the flooring once again. It was so easy to tell what the beast was deciding to do with him simply by where he was ripping up his jeans. Ah, this seemed much like deja vu! He'd done this before, hadn't he? The Superior's eyes widened to their fullest, rust color nearly glowing in the dark. He mindlessly began to sit himself upwards, palms flat upon the ground.

Maijin Saïx twitched both ears to that growl, emitting one of his own, much louder, more violent, giving a less than gentle bite to one side of the rump in admonishment, sinking all of his double-fangs in, top and bottom; in his eyes, he was the dominant of the pair, and he would prove that however he had to. When he sat back up and found Xemnas doing the same, though, he snapped out a raging, affronted snarl, the glow of moonlight about his form seeming to shiver as his ears flicked and his fangs were bared, clawed hands snapping up to try and contact the Superior's shoulders, firing his weight forward in an attempted pin, hands gripping tight enough to bury massive claws, tearing leather and flesh.

Xehanort's Nobody emitted a rather loud yelp when he felt all of those fangs sinking into the tender skin of his backside. He couldn't hold his hands down any longer, so he lifted them from the ground, fully sat up by now. Now Saïx was sitting up to his height, if not taller. He narrowed his lids over his eyes when he heard the beast growing angry again. Well, it was expected. He couldn't do much about it, regardless. He was bound to receive more of that physical pain that he'd had earlier. Well, he wasn't getting very far as it was. Saïx was sitting upon his legs. He found himself shoved back down to ground rather roughly. Bruises were sure to be at his back and shoulder blades soon enough. Something near a scream fell from his lips and lingered within the air for a good long while. He finally gathered up his mind enough to be able to try and knock the beast off of balance from his body by bucking his legs upward. He tried to move his arms, but lifting his shoulders, as he found, did dig those nails further beneath his skin. Regardless, if he could get his hands up, he was able to bring that nothingness around, and he'd unleash those thorny strings upon the Berserker's arms, giving the fact that Xemnas' arms weren't forced back down.

Maijin Saïx hunched over him, snapping violently and growling, locking eyes in another bid for his dominance, trying to essentially intimidate Xemnas into looking away, not stopping angered noises that curled from his fanged maw. He was a long way off expecting the sudden pitch of knees against his rump, sending him forward with the shift of balance, almost to crash his face into the Superior's. Another snapped noise came from him as he pushed his torso back up, though, in the instant it took for him to fully comprehend the surprise attack, there was a familiar pain ripping up both his arms, lancing flesh in jagged, uneven lines up them, not even making it up to his elbows before he was jerking away swiftly. Glowing, fully yellowed eyes were wide with something approaching fear as the beast all but scrambled away from Xemnas, dislodging the last of his bandages in the process.

Xehanort's Nobody gasped when he locked his eyes upon Saïx' eyes. Oh, those golden orbs could frighten anyone else. Even he was beginning to shiver against Saïx' body, but never once bending to that stare. And, just when he felt as though he was going to look away, he noticed that Saïx was withdrawing his body away from his own. That warmth and heat that settled around Xemnas' body was drawn away from him, just as those strings were drawn away from Saïx. His focus was barely even there by this point. He sat up rather quickly, eyes locking upon the beast that now sat before him, rather then over him. The Superior bit his bottom lip lightly.

Maijin Saïx was in a rather unceremonious position, flattened on his rump with legs spread, growling heavily as he looked over his reopened, bleeding arms with a long, low, brutal snarl curling from his lips, head turning slowly to glare at Xemnas once more. As before, the blood was actually curling with wisps of moonfire as it dripped from his body, brighter this time, as it actually belonged to the berserker himself, and he must have been a terrifying sight as a snapped howl came from him, accompanying him lunging up into a crouch, and then forward to try and body slam the Superior right back into the stone pathway, shoulder forward, hissing violently.

Xehanort's Nobody simply sat and stared at the male as he began to move into a crouching position. Well... He did think he looked rather frightening. But Xemnas had been looking at those frightening features for a good long while now, every growl that entered his ear and every glare pressed to his face was nothing more than the last one. No less frightening or intimidating. He made his attempt at standing up, only to find himself slamming back down to the ground, the skin of his back tearing open as his body began to grind against the ground. A pain filled scream from the Superior filled the air and his body became lithe once again to arch away from the source of his pain. Once his scream settled, he was mixing his growls with Saïx', thrusting his palms upwards so that he could slam his hands upon the beast's chest.

Maijin Saïx didn't just bounce back once he'd transferred the momentum, seeing it better to force the Superior's back down hard upon the broken stone where he had driven his claymore into the ground to pin him with the split spike at his throat. A practical purr was heard as he heard both leather and skin tear open, but he was snapping up once his weight had been allowed to cause more pain, snapping out another of his snarls as he landed on all fours over Xemnas. Both hands, claws still massive from the touch of the twin full moons that had maddened the berserker, came to those still clothed sides, and then moved to try and dig in, thinking to rip five massive gouges down each side of his body. But those dark skinned hands had moved, as well, and Saïx' eyes went wide as they slammed into his chest, not even close to dislodging him, but putting him at risk of being pierced by those wicked strands.

Xehanort's Nobody barely even noticed those two hands resting upon his sides. It was so hard to with the center focus of pain upon his back rising and rising more and more with the added pressure applied by Saïx. Ah, but when those claws were applied, he felt it. He felt every bit of it. Those claws as they dug and dragged inside of skin to yank it downward and draw a large amount of blood slithering down his hips and pooling about his thighs ever so slowly. He had thought about bringing those terrifying strings to life once again, but so close? He didn't intend on killing him, that was for sure. Then what to do? He slithered his arms up and about the beast's neck, body lifting forward so that he could try and grind up against him rather than throw him off. Two times already today! And he'd not come out dominate yet...

Maijin Saïx gave a growl of pleasure to the strong scent of blood that struck him thanks to his claws, but he was more intent in damaging the Superior far enough that he couldn't fight back at the moment. One bloodied hand raised up, about to lash violently across the Superior's chest, but it faltered with a startled, choked moan at the sudden brush of Xemnas' bare length to his own. That changed his goals in an instant, bloodied hands moving down to snatch a hold of the superior's hips, the straddling legs shifting to knock the still-clad ones out of the way and move between them, growling as he shifted about to press his length to Xemnas' entrance.

Xehanort's Nobody was rather pleased with the fact that Saïx' focus turned towards taking him rather than the whole beating bit... Well, he was nearly torn to the point where he couldn't move as it was. All of the shifting had opened up the old wounds that he'd received from the claymore earlier, those upon his chest and thighs. When his legs were forced apart, he didn't close them back up, but welcomed him the best that he could do. His eyes closed when he found that familiar hardened length pressed back at his entrance. He clenched his eyes tightly and further tightened his grip around the male's neck with his arms. His breath hitched quicker, trying his hardest to keep himself from clenching or gabbing at the male.

Maijin Saïx, as before, did nothing in the way of preparing Xemnas, still not having any idea that such a thing was needed, or, likely, even being able to comprehend such an action if it was shown to him. And so he drove in, with the same kind of violence as before, larger claws digging into Xemnas' hips as the Superior was pulled across the torn ground once more, accenting the powerful stroke, the beast's head thrown back in snarling rapture, though he went quiet suddenly. His mouth was wide, eyes as well, the thing that silenced him gleaming over his fangs, his body, lighting him up further than before, sheening over pale flesh, darker scars, wounds reopened by his earlier movement, bloody trails dry and wet tracing their way down his form. The look on his face could only speak of pleasure at both the sensation of being surrounded once more, combined with the curling touch of the twin moons.

Xehanort's Nobody emitted quite the shriek and writhe when he felt Saïx' violent entry inside of his unstretched entrance. Well, perhaps it was best that he wasn't stretched by Saïx' fingers... Those claws could of probably damaged him far worse than what his member could do. His inner walls involuntarily clenched over Saïx' length as it entered. "Haa--aah--!" Was the noise that moved past is own parted lips. Of course, he found himself trying to shut himself up from further moans by taking an upper hand out of the blue haired Nobody's open mouth. He attempted to lean forward and crush their lips together, legs bending ever so slightly at the knees.

Maijin Saïx just panted there, reveling in the heat rolling up from the body beneath him, the chill of the night air curling over dampened skin, and the sheer power that tore through his body from those two full orbs in the sky. His body was bow taut, humming with energy that he couldn't even contain, its manifestation rolling off his skin in twists of moonfire. But his quiet enjoyment was lost in an instant by Xemnas' attempt to catch his lips, one hand planting violently on his chest, his entire weight put behind slamming the Superior right back down onto the torn mass of ground, slumping over him once again with a low growl. The trance was broken, the beast was back to being an animal, and his hips moved then, pulling out to slam back in with no warning, pinning him in place with that hand, pushing him back with the other on his hip.

Xehanort's Nobody gasped once he found the male pushing him back down to the ground. He could feel the sharpened edges that had been torn up from that claymore further burying itself within his back. His breath was knocked out of him and a deep throated hiss did fall from his lips. He tried to catch his breath, but it was lost just as quickly as it had came. That slam inside of his body gripped and tore at his inner walls, drawing blood. He wasn't able to scream due to the lack of air, but he did choke up something that could have been a displeasured cry had he been held the least bit of air in his lungs. His legs continued to force themselves upwards into a bend, trying to part them further to loosen up the pain, but to failure.

Maijin Saïx was even more violent than the last time, offering absolutely no pause between thrusts into and out of the Superior, both hands clamping closed, the one on his chest leaving five deep gouges through cloak and flesh, the other hand tearing through rump and piercing inner hip. The screams were answered with snarls of pleasure, thrusts harder, stronger, brutal, the beast fully lost in his own pleasure, gained both from physical, and from the sadistic knowledge that he was hurting the one beneath him. But there was, at least no way the feral Nobody would be able to last very long at such a pace, especially with the thick scent of blood in the air; he was already feeling the tightening heat within his body, not that he actually understood or cared what it was or meant.

Xehanort's Nobody found little to no breathing time between each and every thrust issued upon his body. He hated it but... He found a sense of enjoyment within the sensation of having Saïx toy with him in such a vicious manner for the second time. The odd mixture of pain and pleasure -- the greatest cocktail for sex. Oh, but it was sure to be greeted and returned soon enough. But he found that he could no longer last when it came to the denying of a release. With that strong heat that surrounded them, the scent around their bodies beating just as strong, and the wild burn that ran through his loins and veins drove his body mad. He thrust his hips upwards so that when he came, his heated seed burst between both of their slick bodies. A noise of nothing but pleasure finally made its way from his perfectly parted lips, nothing of pain, anger, agony... His body remained arched for the longest of periods before settling to the ground, shivering in sheer delight while pleasure died down.

Maijin Saïx didn't quite manage to realize the Superior had released, only finding himself driven into a further frenzy as he did, the sudden scent overpowering his senses, and the clamp about him utterly fogging his mind. He managed a handful more thrusts into that body with louder snorts and snarls, before lunging forward, the claws on the hand upon Xemnas' chest dislodging and tearing away more flesh. The hand slammed to the floor next to his head in perfect time with the mouthful of razor-sharp teeth that very suddenly sank deep into the joining of neck and shoulder, tearing through anything in the way, a brutal, claiming bite right as he released, snarling into it with bucks of pleasure. His hips continued jerking for quite some time after his release, and it wasn't until they stilled that he finally let go of the Superior's shoulder, giving a few rumbles as he lapped up pooling blood, not yet drawing out.

Xehanort's Nobody tried his best to ignore those claws digging further into his chest. But as the pleasure was dying down, the pain was becoming alive and he was feeling every bit of it as it began to consume his body. The Superior was so oblivious to that hand as it slammed down right next to his hand, so long as it didn't touch him, he'd be fine, right? He found a new pain centering at the curve where shoulder and neck met -- a rather sensitive piece of skin and muscle and one that would be clear to all eyes. His body squirmed for but a few seconds before finally settling once more. Rust colored eyes fell shut and those tired arms that had remained around the Berserker's neck fell loose. His entire body was throbbing and limp. Well! Saïx had quite the mess to clean up.

Maijin Saïx had little care about cleaning up messes at the moment, textured tongue only wanting to clear away blood at the moment. Perhaps strange, even after having fought the Superior more than once, and then taken him, roughly, and in the wake of release, the beast was panting, but not shaking, still shimmering in the moonlight. Once that wound in his shoulder stopped bleeding a large amount, something that would likely take awhile due to the tongue reopening it several times, as well as widening it, he moved down, nosing at the wounds at Xemnas' sides, deciding they were too old in comparison to the slightly congealed, and not quite dry, mass on the Superior's chest. His tongue moved to clean that, lapping up the worst of the half-dried blood, before moving in to start taking up the fresh that the disturbance had wrought.

Xehanort's Nobody found time to actually breathe within all of this. His entire body was coated in a delicious cocktail of blood, sweat, and -- for his lower half, cum. Most of those long, ashen tresses clung to the skin of his face, neck, and shoulders while the rest splayed about his head, forming halos and devil horns about him. His breathing finally settled once he felt that rugged tongue sliding along his tired skin to clean up around his thighs. Once again, he lifted a shaky hand to try and approach the same way he'd done at the start, though his hands were trembling far more. The unused one went towards his neck where Saïx had stretched and dug into the skin to make sure it would be left for all eyes to see. He only fingered that lightly, mindlessly.

Maijin Saïx knew of all these various fluids coating the one who was not his Master, but he was saving the newer one for last, cleaning up the clenched and shredded chest wound, before he finally moved down. To get to Xemnas' seed, he had to pull out, and he did, with only a tiny shiver, as he now licked that up, offering something along the lines of a purr as he did. The Superior's seed was soon fully cleaned up by the feral creature, before another scent caught its nose. Fresher blood. Brilliant eyes rolled down, tilting his head along the form beneath him, looking to the mingling of his own seed. Probably thankfully for Xemnas, that hand found its way to his hair, and sent those eyes to closing, before the feral one actually moved to retrieve that blood.

Xehanort's Nobody felt like a buffet to the beast. Whatever he wanted was upon Xemnas' tired frame. Well, so long as Saïx was pleased, he was content. His slender fingers drew themselves through the soft mane of the blue haired Nobody while he drank up each liquid separately. He couldn't help it, but on every other occasion, the Superior's body would tremble and a soft purr would rumble from his throat. Relief came to his stressed inner walls as the limp organ removed itself from within him. But, with his removal, a thin stream of blood and semen did follow up. He allowed him to further clean that newly brewing blood, his own body remained unmoving.

Maijin Saïx finally moved to actually clean that area up, having been far enough distracted by the hand in the hair not to. It was only a few licks, as he found he didn't care for the taste of his own seed, before he moved to simply nuzzle the hand a bit, before rumbling some. He wasn't tired, not really at all, and, while sated and not berserking, he wasn't close to ready to settle down for the night, the moonlight still sustaining him. The Diviner likely would be incapable of getting up for a few days after this due to no longer having vast amounts of his element to sustain his body. But now he stood from the Superior's crumpled form, and began to walk off... Wasn't that what had started all of this?

Xehanort's Nobody chuckled softly when he felt the nuzzles being placed upon his palm. Ah, but once again, he found Saïx' warmth being plucked away from him. He could hear the gentle footsteps of the Berserker's bare body against the stone as he began to walk off. The Superior mindlessly lifted himself up in a jerking manner. "I didn't--" He cringed and quickly rested himself back upon the cool flooring. He wouldn't be getting up for another few minutes as it was. A soft chuckle moved from his lips as well as an amused smirk towards his own foolishness. He laid back with a sigh, eyes watching the beast as he left from the corners.

Maijin Saïx left behind what, indeed, was quite a mess, a destroyed bush, chunks torn out of the ground, blood drops of both his own and Xemnas, as well as the area that, if the Superior moved, would be crusted over by morning, as well as his seed. And if the other Nobody didn't manage to move, then it would be an even bigger mess, to find him crumpled there. But, ah, the joys of being too feral to even realize the issue, merely walking off to find a different area to be in, full, content, and sated in so many more ways than one. If he'd been coherent, he might have noticed the contrast it made to how he felt in his chest, but all it was to the beast was a discomfort, and a manageable one. His walk was hunched over, naked, scarred, and still injured body on show as he departed.