Nights Spent Alone

It was well past midnight in Hollow Bastion. The streets were empty, the lights were out and the entire town was almost eerily silent. On this particular night, not even the slight glow of the moon offered any solace from the darkness. The only light available now came from the stars that littered the night sky, their pale glow offering no sanctuary from the black of the night. Zexion was in his own private little paradise here. He stood on one of the many crumbling balconies of the abandoned castle on the outskirts of the town, gazing off into the distance. This was something he did often, something that brought a kind of calm over his senses. Here, in these distinct surroundings, he was able to become one with his element. The darkness that covered this small region may have frightened most, but it brought Zexion something that would be akin to happiness, had he a heart.

It never ceased to amaze the Nobody just how far he had to travel to find true darkness. The castle that was currently inhabited by him and the other members of the Organization was in the world of darkness, true enough, but it was nowhere near the same. What that world lacked in true light, it more than made up for in artificial luminescence. Every building sported some form of gaudy neon sign, burning bright at all hours. It was almost as though the denizens of the world were trying to ignore, or even deny, the cloying darkness constantly surrounding them. Even if all that were to somehow disappear, the eternal glow of Kingdom Hearts high above the streets would still take away from the perfection of the total darkness that Zexion so greatly desired.

He breathed deeply, allowing the scent of the night to permeate the entirety of his body. It was a scent unlike anything he had ever encountered, no matter how much he searched. It smelled…perfect. There was really no other way to describe it. It was exhilarating and, at least to Zexion, incredibly arousing. For the blue-haired Nobody, the scent of the night’s darkness was like that of a lover. It was something that, once you experienced it, you never forgot it. He could feel himself beginning to harden within the constricting fabric of his pants as wave after wave of this intoxicating scent washed over him.

He removed one of his gloves, letting it fall to the ground before reaching up to unzip his thick, leather coat. A soft hiss passed his lips as the cool night air met the pale warmth of his chest. Zexion raised his still-gloved to his chest, running his fingertips lightly over his skin. A shiver passed through his body as a breeze passed by, and a low moan escaped him as he felt his nipples harden from the chill. He traced a line from his bellybutton up to his chest, gently rubbing one of the taut, pink nubs. The slightly rough fabric of his glove against the sensitive bud sent another shiver down his spine, adding fuel to the fire growing deep in his belly.

Zexion kept his eyes closed as he continued to breathe in the almost overpowering scent surrounding him. He kept his mind blank, choosing to immerse himself solely in the incredible sensations he was experiencing. He brought his ungloved hand to the now cool surface of his stomach, running short nails over the sensitive skin just above the low waistband of his pants. He moaned as he felt his cock twitch in response to his own ministrations, his hips moving almost of their own accord towards the hand that was so close to it’s goal. He briefly lowered his gloved hand from its perch on his chest to the front of his pants, rubbing himself through the straining fabric before quickly unfastening the garment.

Zexion gave a low groan as he erection was freed from its tight confines. His gloved hand quickly resumed its assault on his chest, while the other was lowered to push his pants down just enough that the teeth of his zipper wouldn’t become a personal hazard. Slowly, he ran the tip of a single finger up the underside of his penis, pressing his thumb against the slit and smearing through the small pearl of pre-cum that had gathered there. He wrapped his hand loosely around his length, giving himself a few long, languid strokes, softly moaning at the sensation.

Zexion was completely content with this slow pace. After all, that was how he always did things like this. That is, until another breeze caught him off-guard. This gust was stronger than the others had been, and it carried with it an incredible concentration of the heady aroma Zexion had been bathed in since arriving at the castle, and the sudden intensity made him feel light-headed. It felt like he was being surrounded by a warm, thick blanket in the middle of summer, and it was almost suffocating. Every one of his nerves was set on edge and his body was nearly humming in arousal. He had never experienced anything like it before.

The strength of this sensation sent Zexion reeling and he stumbled backward until his back was pressed up against the stone wall of the castle. The hand that had previously been torturing his nipples hung limp at his side, previous activity all but forgotten. His bare hand was moving at a near frantic pace over his cock, but Zexion still felt that it was too slow. He was panting so hard that his throat was burning and his chest was beginning to ache, but he took no notice. All that mattered was this overwhelming sensation, this…feeling. Moments later, he came in nearly crippling waves, colors bursting behind his still-closed lids. Zexion threw his head back against the wall, the hand by his side clenched so tight that he risked tearing the fabric of his glove. He mouth hung open in a silent scream and his hips jerked wildly into the tight tunnel of his hand, his body wracked with pure, intense pleasure.

His orgasm lasted for what felt like an eternity before his world finally began to come back to him. Zexion was limp against the wall, panting as though he had just run a marathon in about 30 seconds. He slid to the ground, legs far too unsteady to hold him up any longer. He could not remember a time when his felt so completely and utterly satisfied. As he slowly regained his composure, Zexion finally opened his eyes, turning his gaze toward the star-filled heavens, tracing designs between the tiny, twinkling lights.

When some of his energy finally returned, Zexion slowly stood to straighten himself up, retrieving his discarded glove along the way. It was time to return to his own world. Truly, he would have much rather remained in the castle, but the Superior was expecting him early the next morning for a discussion about who would be deployed to Castle Oblivion the following week. Zexion sighed heavily before raising a had to open a portal back to his quarters. He paused for a moment before turning to consider the rather large puddle he had left on the balcony. He sniffed the air once again and shrugged. It would rain soon.

As the blue-haired Nobody made his way through the corridors leading back to headquarters, he wondered in the back of his mind whether his fellow Organization members had similar reactions to their elements as the one he had just experienced. Though, he reasoned, if they did, Axel would probably have some rather unfortunate burns to explain…

Zexion smirked. No wonder the redhead limped so much.