Bloodlust

Grappling, Xemnas managed to wrestle Saix down onto the bed. Beneath him, the berserker struggled in earnest, gloved hands gripping hard onto Xemnas’ clothing, either trying to push him off or rip the coat from his body. Saix arched his back and pulled his legs out for under Xemnas’ weight, kicking hard at the bed and painfully catching the side of the Superior’s legs with every flail of his booted feet.

“Must you always be so difficult?” Xemnas asked calmly. He took hold of one of Saix’s hands and dragged it onto the bed beside his blue hair, stroking the section of revealed skin between glove and sleeve with the back of a thumb. Saix put up very little resistance to this, perhaps actually scolded by Xemnas’ words. He was after all very loyal. It seemed to Xemnas that Number Seven really had no true mind for resisting authority but liked to turn the whole liaison into a fictitious battleground, perhaps to preserve a little of his dignity. Either way it was intensely arousing for Xemnas to find himself once again holding down a snarling, furious, scarred but beautiful man and bending him to his will.
Saix growled, that deep snarl in his throat that so intoxicated Xemnas when he watched the Berserker fight. Xemnas would always grow hard watching Saix spar with one of the others. He was rather too physical, too passionate about it. The anger that drove his attacks was a ghost of emotion that he shared with Xemnas. For with Xemnas it was always about the longing, the emptiness, the anger for being so long spurned by the wise Ansem. For Saix, it was bloodlust. And when together the mismatch of Saix’s anger and Xemnas’ emptiness somehow combined into insurmountable, irrefutable lusts of the flesh.

Xemnas looked down at Saix placidly, observing the feral sneer that graced his face. The emotion, false or otherwise, suited him beautifully. He looked enticingly stunning and entirely fuckable in that long lingering moment. One of Saix’s sharp canine teeth, almost fang-like in their dangerous grip showed in the snarl. Xemnas had felt the puncture of those teeth many times. He was scarred all over from Saix’s fury and yet he persisted for he knew at heart that Saix did not injure him out of any disrespect. Rather, it was Xemnas alone who could stimulate such carnal desires from the Number Seven. The scars on Xemnas’ body were tokens of his ownership of Saix and he bore them without complaint. He would not leave a cut or bruise on Saix’s body in retaliation because something of his beauty came from the unblemished skin of his chest. Saix’s body was coveted by his superior as an empty and powerful ledger which once marred could not be undone and would forever change the very nature of what script had been written there in invisible lines and colours.

Still watching, keeping his distance from those teeth for now, Xemnas could just imagine forcing himself inside the other, making him feel the pain he craved, the submission he longed for. Then he remembered he didn’t have to just imagine. Saix belonged to him.

Saix stopped growling and kicking and looked up calculatingly, waiting to see what Xemnas would do next so he could retaliate in kind. He’d wait for Xemnas to act, he’d fight and then he’d relent. Xemnas’ actions and his own reactions would polymerise into a chain of events cumulating in their mutual pleasure. It was beyond question that he liked being with Xemnas but the reasons for this beyond simple pleasure were unknown and generally unquestioned. It was enough to allow Xemnas to have him like this, to fight and fight until he exhausted himself and resigned his fatigued body into Xemnas’ arms for the night. Every second was beautiful and worthwhile. Would it all stop when they found Kingdom Hearts and gained their hearts? Saix wondered whether the lack of a heart was in itself what made his liaisons with Xemnas all the more profound. It was beyond any doubt that he would forever belong only to the Superior. When the mission is done and the Organisation no more, Saix vowed that forever, heart or none, he would belong to Xemnas.

“What are you thinking Saix?” Xemnas questioned and ran his finger down Saix’s cheek and jaw. When Saix did not respond, Xemnas continued his actions, sweeping the long blue hair from Saix’s shoulder and onto the black bed linen. A shiver of lust racked his body at that moment for no other reason than the colours contrasted so sharply and Saix yielded so calmly. He petted Saix’s face and hair some more, taking care to keep his body still and the fingers around Saix’s wrist loose and without provocation. Saix’s grip on his coat had become careful and relaxed. Xemnas knew from his many experiences of Number Seven behaviour that Saix would wait until he tried something else and then get violent once more. But despite the gentle peace of the moment, Xemnas was reminded by the heat between his legs that if he wanted to get any further, he’d have to risk setting the Berserker off again.

He leant down and pressed his lips to Saix’s gently, without any passion, but that was still enough to start Saix kicking again. Xemnas tightened his grip in Saix’s hair and around his wrist and pinned him down, finding the lust rise in him again at the act. He pushed his tongue into Saix’s mouth and the berserker bit down hard. Xemnas struggled loose and tasting his own blood, yanked Saix’s head back by his hair. “Behave,” he hissed but Saix had a satisfied look in his eyes and a smile on his lips that suggested he was rather enjoying the taste of the blood in his mouth. With respect to the way Saix acted, Xemnas often found himself wondering what race Saix’s Somebody actually was. Neither those fanged teeth, the nails that were more like claws nor his pointed ears were exactly human. Xemnas knew that Saix had a taste for blood and seemed to naturally associate the savouring of it with sexual matters.

Saix looked relaxed enough and so, keeping a tight fist in his hair just in case, Xemnas leant down again and kissed him once more. This time, as anticipated, Saix responded eagerly, kissing back and moving the fingers gripping Xemnas’ coat to pull him down and grab a soft handful of his long white hair. Xemnas murmured contentedly into the kiss at the feel of Saix’s tongue sliding against his. They continued in this manner until completely breathless Xemnas reluctantly tore himself away and pressed open mouthed kisses to Saix’s neck, gulping in air in time with Saix’s heavy breathing. He let go of Saix’s wrist and the Berserker relocated his hand to Xemnas’ waist. The Superior grabbed hold of the zipper of Number Seven’s coat and began to pull it down.

“No,” Saix hissed and tightened his fingers in Xemnas’ hair. But Xemnas knew that he wasn’t really defying orders, he just got off on this, on fighting back. So Xemnas replied in kind, reminding Saix of his place.

“You’ll either let me take your clothes off or you’ll take them off yourself, understand?” Xemnas ordered, using the same tone of voice he would always use when sending his subordinates off on missions.

Saix glared up at him, seething. But he wouldn’t disobey Xemnas. Not until the end of every world out there would he ever disobey Xemnas. “Which would you prefer master?” he positively purred, softening his expression to something resembling seduction.

“Strip for me Saix,” Xemnas commanded and sat back, giving Saix complete control of his body once more.

Saix’s feral smile appeared once more and he sat up, eyes glued to Xemnas’ patient gaze. He found the zipper to his coat and pulled it down, kneeling up to peel it from his shoulders. Xemnas watched the material glide down his bare arms and pool into anonymity with the dark sheets of the bed. Saix began to lift the fabric at the bottom of the black sleeveless shirt he wore beneath the coat.

“Wait Saix,” Xemnas ordered and shifted closer, kneeling in front of Saix and slowly stroking up his toned white arms from wrist to shoulder. He leant close enough for Saix to feel his breath against his neck. Saix waited.

Xemnas leant in and pressed his lips to Saix’s neck, swiping a sheet of blue hair out of his way. Saix’s fingers slowly balled into fists at his sides and the tension rose in his body, increasing with every second that Xemnas persisted with his gentle licking and sucking, until the Berserker was about ready to lash out.

But Xemnas moved away with seconds to spare. Quickly shuffling back he raised an eyebrow.

Saix had been outwitted this time. “Carry on,” his superior ordered and he found the hem of his top again. Slowly he lifted it, giving Xemnas the appropriate show, until he pulled it over his head and it fell to the bed behind him.

Xemnas continued to stare at him but his fingers had found the zip to his own coat and began to draw it down. Barely a metre apart on the huge bed, the tension spun through the air between them like static between nodes. Saix watched Xemnas’ advancing zipper reveal more and more of his tanned skin. Unlike the Number Seven, Xemnas wore very little under that coat of his. Saix smiled a little more with twisted pleasure as scars of varying ages and stages of healing were revealed. He could even remember the individual stories of some of them. That wide scar across his chest from left nipple to his bottom right rib was deep, Saix remembered licking at it for some time after Xemnas had finished with him but he couldn’t remember exactly how or when he caused it. When the coat fell from Xemnas’ shoulders Saix noticed that the most recent indents from his claws on Xemnas’ shoulders had already almost healed. It had been too long since they did this last. Saix longed for the taste of Xemnas once more and the snarl rose in him.

Xemnas knew that call of bloodlust but knew also that Saix would wait until they were joined before he lost control of his violence. It is when Saix loses himself in the intensity of carnal pleasure that his loyal, obedient side gives way fully to the wild soul of the Berserker. And the more pleasure Xemnas gives him, the more he must himself bear the suffering of it. It was the most perfect arrangement for their respective situations. They relied on each other entirely.

“The gloves,” Xemnas said. It would be far more sensible to make Saix keep those protective gloves on, of course. But would that not deny Saix his right? Saix’s claws were an integral part of their pleasure and Saix liberated them from his gloves with some measure of smug anticipation.

Saix pulled them off with his mouth and then grabbed hold of them and flung them across the room. He was growing visibly impatient at the lack of contact.

Xemnas removed his coat and sat more comfortably on the edge of the bed in only his boots, gloves and skintight black trousers. The gloves were first to go. Saix stayed exactly where he was, waiting for Xemnas to finish and return to him. Xemnas leant down and unzipped the boots, leaving them abandoned on the cold white tiled floor. He turned back to Saix.

Beautiful. Xemnas could resist no longer. Saix’s golden eyes called to him in something resembling true desperation. Forgetting his mindful poise, Xemnas ambled over the bed towards him and shoved him down onto his back, not caring about the uncomfortable position he was forcing Saix into. He’d arrange himself as he liked soon enough.

Xemnas smashed his lips against Saix’s tangling one hand into his hair, revelling in the softness of it. With the other hand he gripped the base of Saix’s neck, not at all gently, just doing his best to keep Saix there.

Saix searched Xemnas’ tongue for the cut he had inflicted earlier and tried his best to lick at it. This was barely manageable however since Xemnas wouldn’t slow down or stop shoving his tongue deep into Saix’s mouth. So Saix bit down again instead, this time catching Xemnas’ lip between his fangs.

Xemnas, used to this, did his best to ignore it, only responding with a muffled curse as a trickle of blood flowed between their mouths again. When Xemnas pulled away slightly to breathe, Saix met his eyes with an appeased, slightly satisfied look. He reached out and swiped a finger through a droplet of diluted blood that formed on his superior’s lip. Holding Xemnas’ gaze, Saix licked his finger clean and then wound his clawed hands in Xemnas’ hair and pulled him in for another kiss. This time, Xemnas allowed Saix to control the pace and the blue haired man kissed him slowly, gently. An onlooker might have called it romantic if they hadn’t known that the two men had no hearts and that Saix was doing his best to suck as much blood as he could from the tiny wound.

Xemnas broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Saix’s for a second, catching his breath. Saix shifted his legs into a more comfortable position and pressed his body against Xemnas’ pushing their bare chests together. He tightened his arms around his superior’s neck and kissed him again pulling Xemnas down on top of him as much as possible.

Xemnas was rather pleased with Saix’s willingness and allowed his hands to wander over his body, grasping at his arms then down his sides then winding his fingers in his hair. He pulled away enough to trail his fingertips down Saix’s stomach, heading towards the waistband of his trousers but was disappointed to have to stop since Saix had bitten his tongue again.

He sat back slightly and tried to swallow the taste of blood from his mouth. “You’re impossible,” he stated, allowing his eyes the benefit of the view beneath him. Saix’s fingers were gripping tight to the sheets and he was sat up slightly, panting from a mixture of breathlessness and desire in its purest form. The Berserker didn’t reply.

“Let me do this,” Xemnas ordered calmly and moved away from Saix completely. He stood and walked around the bed then sat on the edge at the other side. Saix watched his every move patiently.

Xemnas leant across and unzipped each of Saix’s boots in turn, pleased when Saix did as he was told and stayed still. He pulled the boots from his feet and placed them neatly on the floor. With all the dignity of a superior being, Xemnas settled on the bed beside Saix, lying next to him calmly, propped up on one elbow, looking into his eyes.

Saix was possessive of him, Xemnas knew that. But he knew also that Saix was aware that he had no interest in the other members of the organisation. After all, who could Xemnas trust now that the organisation itself had turned to fighting petty civil wars and forgetting that they all had the same purpose? No, he and Saix were entirely exclusive and with some trepidation Xemnas realised he had given up the first rule of a leader: never put all your eggs in one basket. Never rely on a subordinate. Never let a subordinate possess you entirely. He was lost.

In defiance of his own thoughts, Xemnas reached out and took hold of Saix’s chin, leaning in once more. He pressed his whole body against Saix’s, pressing him down onto his back as the kisses grew hungrier, more desperate. He wound one arm under Saix’s neck and grasped his shoulder, his other hand tangling itself into his long blue hair. Xemnas couldn’t get enough of the feel of Saix’s hot willing mouth, especially now he’d stopped biting and started kissing back properly, wrapping his arms tightly around his superior’s neck. He threw his leg over Saix’s waist, pressing their chests together.

Saix broke the kiss. “Please,” he breathed and mumbled, his growl more a purr as Xemnas nuzzled into his neck and started sucking hard at his skin, tangling his fingers tighter into his hair to hold him in place. Xemnas slowly drifted further down, not for a moment breaking the hot wet trail he was creating, until he reached one of Saix’s nipples which he sucked into his mouth and teased with his teeth. Once he thought it aroused enough, he moved to the other one and then looked up, his orange eyes catching Saix’s yellow ones with untamed intensity. Saix was snarling again desperate for more, more pleasure, to taste Xemnas again.

Willing to appease him, Xemnas climbed on top of him fully, tangling their legs together and pressing together their clothed arousals. His long silver hair fell down to tickle Saix’s cheeks as he looked down at him, waiting to see what he would do.

Saix grabbed hold of his hair roughly and pulled him down, turning them slightly onto their sides, legs still tangled together. He found his way under Xemnas’ jaw and forced Xemnas to bare more of his neck with a nuzzle of his nose. Tightening his grip on his superior, Saix dived for his skin, licking and biting gently down to his shoulder. Xemnas’ eyes drifted shut, the heat pooling in his groin as Saix pleasured him. The organisation’s Number Seven grabbed hold of his leader’s thigh and then without a hint of warning, sank those sharp pointed teeth into his shoulder.

Xemnas couldn’t help but cry out at the sudden pain, but soon regained his composure and grabbed Saix’s hair roughly, dragging him off and pulling his head back against the bed. As Xemnas moved on top of him, Saix licked his lips slowly, gazing at the twin trickles of blood advancing down his leader’s chest. “I may as well clean you up now,” Saix breathed, not for a second taking his eyes from his prize. He leaned up but the fingers in his hair yanked him uncomfortably back down again.

Xemnas shook his head, a cruel smile playing over his lips at the thought of denying Saix’s need. “Plenty of time for that later. Compose yourself or you’ll lose my interest,” lied Xemnas. In truth he wasn’t at all interested in when exactly Saix felt like sucking half the blood out of his body. He just had a sudden irrefutable desire to reassert his authority. Besides, he would appease Saix in different ways and of course, the Berserker would still get what he wanted.

His hand deftly unzipped Saix’s tight trousers and he trailed a finger delicately over the tip of his need. Like Xemnas, Saix never wore another layer of clothing beneath the tight regulation black trousers. Saix squirmed, still eyeing the blood that had pooled enough to form a drip. Xemnas watched Saix eye it longingly until it dripped into a tiny pool on his own white chest. Saix looked all ready to wipe it off with a finger but Xemnas caught hold of his hand and pressed it back against the bed. “You won’t move until I tell you to,” he said before letting go. Sure enough, Saix did not shift his position at all and the chastised hand remained next to his head. The other hand however tightened and loosened periodically in Xemnas’ hair to illustrate its owner’s irritation.

Xemnas returned his fingers down to wrap around Saix’s cock. He began to slowly move his hand up and down, enough to frustrate Saix further. He leant back down and reclaimed Saix’s lips. Saix tried to kiss back but his breath had become short and his body kept arching and squirming of its own accord.

Saix longed to move the hand beside his head. He grabbed hold of his own hair, just to have a handful of something. But he really wanted to be touching Xemnas. He didn’t care about the blood anymore. He had become driven by this overwhelming desire to wind both hands into his superior’s hair and have that little bit more control.

“Please,” he sighed when Xemnas pulled away, furious at how pathetic he must sound. “Let me, I won’t try and…” Xemnas nodded and with some relief, Saix immediately wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him again, deeply, as the hand on his cock sped up once more. He thrust his hips into his master’s hand. It felt so nice, losing his mind he just wanted more.

Xemnas noticed the state he had gotten Saix into with some satisfaction. He looked down at him as he moved his head from one side to the other and made a series of breathy needy sounds in the back of his throat. It pleased Xemnas greatly to know that only he saw Saix like this, this sight was a possession belonging solely to him. Nobody else would ever know how beautiful Saix could actually be. He slowed and then stopped his hand and in response Saix regained his composure and gazed up at him through his eyelashes. He was well aware of how erotic he looked and was trying to use this to get Xemnas to hurry up.

Xemnas let go and sat up, shifting off of Saix completely. Before the Berserker had a chance to complain, he grabbed hold of his trousers and roughly tugged them down his long pale legs. Saix did very little to help, simply watched him, taking a renewed interest in the blood on Xemnas’ chest. Figuring that Xemnas probably wouldn’t notice, Saix wiped the small, drying smudge of thick red liquid from his own chest and slipped his finger into his mouth. Indeed, his Superior didn’t notice, he had already gotten rid of the trousers and was holding a tapered green vial which he must have pulled from beneath a pillow or something, wherever Xemnas kept his stash of curing lubricating goo.

It was rather a nifty invention and Saix was impressed that he had twisted Xemnas enough for him to have thought of it. At its most basic, it was a mixture of hi-potion and some sort of water-based lubricant though he was sure that Xemnas must have added something else to it too, a type of syrup perhaps because the stuff tasted sweet. Xemnas preferred sweet to bitter it seemed. But Saix would choose the taste of his master’s blood every time.

Xemnas returned to the bed and knelt between Saix’s legs. Completely naked, Saix was utterly unashamed and lay there, waiting, all deliciously spread out. He noticed that the Berserker had cleaned the little drop of blood from his chest but didn’t mention it. Instead he poured a little of the fluid onto his fingers and wrapped his hand around Saix’s hardness.

It was warm and wet, Saix jerked his hips up quickly into Xemnas’ hand and was delighted when the hand was quickly replaced by his superior’s mouth. He took in as much of it as he could, his tongue lapping around, searching out the taste of the lubricating syrup. He thought he couldn’t get any harder without coming but then a slicked finger pressed against his entrance and his cock kicked. It wasn’t painful, not with the miracle liquid, but it was a familiar discomfort that Saix didn’t mind in the slightest.

Pushing his finger as far as it would go inside his subordinate, Xemnas started to move his head up and down Saix’s erection. He removed his finger and poured a little more of the fluid onto his hand, not for a second slowing his pace. Blindly, he found Saix’s entrance again and shoved two fingers harshly inside him, trusting that the curing constituents of his potion would do their work. But Saix wasn’t suffering at all, he was writhing, spreading his legs as far as they would go, fingers curling and uncurling rhythmically into his leader’s hair.

Xemnas knew he had to stop quickly, or Saix would finish too soon and that wouldn’t please him. They had a long way to go yet. He tasted precome and immediately sat back, removing his mouth from Saix’s cock and his fingers from inside his body.

He looked down to see Saix snarling furiously, the clawed nails that had been tangled in his hair now grasped the bedsheets like the talons of an eagle, unwilling to let go of its lofty perch. His yellow eyes were narrowed and thin strands of blue stuck to the sweat sheening his forehead. He seemed to have been overenthusiastic with his need to bite or rend something and had sliced into his own lip with one of his sharpened teeth. A trickle of blood ran down his chin and Saix made no effort to lick it away for it wasn’t the taste he wanted. This violent display was not offputting to Xemnas, in fact it was impressively arousing. Xemnas knew well Saix’s desperation, he had seen it many times before. Now Number Seven wanted nothing more than to be taken by his superior whilst he took Xemnas in return, tasting him, cleaning those cuts he had already inflicted and making new ones to replenish his supply. Xemnas knew that to Saix he must look very similar, desperate to be inside him, to be sated, and willing to give anything to get there.

Xemnas crawled closer. He reached down and unbuttoned his trousers. His length sprang free but he did not bother to actually take the garment off. Instead he poured a very generous amount of the liquid straight onto his erection. A good deal of it spilled onto the bed between Saix’s legs but Xemnas utterly disregarded it in his haste. He quickly leant over Saix and lined himself up into exactly the right position. Saix lifted his hips, ready and waiting. Almost coldly, the two of them gazed into the other’s eyes. Expectant but daring. And then, with one hard thrust, Xemnas shoved himself deep into the Berserker.

Saix threw his head back, avoiding eye contact as he screwed his eyes shut. It took some getting used to. But Xemnas wasn’t about to let him acclimatise, he immediately pulled out almost all the way and shoved into him again, bracing himself on his arms.

Saix yowled, probably loud enough to rouse the whole castle and Xemnas grabbed hold of his legs, pulling them up so he could lean more comfortably over his subordinate. This pushed him even deeper inside, so that his whole length was buried in Saix’s heat. In response Saix gripped his shoulders, pulling him down. The claw-like nails curled as Xemnas began to thrust shallowly, keeping himself inside as much as possible. He could feel his skin starting to dimple but ignored it and drove on.

Saix felt Xemnas’ breath hot against his neck. His own cock was still rock hard despite not being touched and Saix felt no need to touch himself at all. Instead he rode out his leader’s thrusts by tightening his grip on his pliable skin. The mark on Xemnas’ neck was still bleeding slowly and Saix was sure he could just about reach it. He leant up and latched his lips onto Xemnas’ neck immediately tasting, sliding his tongue over the wounds he had made.

Xemnas let him do it this time, the master/subordinate drill was over now, this was now only about the raw pleasure that Saix brought him, and that which he could give the Berserker in return. He pulled out slightly and started to slam into Saix as powerfully as he could, leaning low over him and allowing him better access to the cuts on his neck.

Saix dragged his nails down Xemnas’ chest and pulled away, gasping for breath. He watched as the paths began to glow red and grabbed eager handfuls of Xemnas’ white hair.

Xemnas looked down at Saix. His white skin was marred by a smudge of blood down his chin. Xemnas couldn’t help it; he wanted Saix to look perfect again so he licked the stain away then caught Saix’s lips in a fierce kiss. Inelegantly, they smashed their lips together, tongues winding, until Saix turned his head away, breathing heavily.

Watching Saix pinned there, Xemnas became the subject of a racking shiver of lust that uncontrollably tore through him. He bent Saix into what was undoubtedly an uncomfortable position and started to thrust into him deep, hard, repeatedly. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop for anything now.

Saix knew it too. He released his fingers from his leader’s hair and raked his claws down Xemnas’ chest once more, creating another set of scratches. He didn’t bother to clean these now, it would be far too awkward. Instead he propped himself up on one elbow and bit down on Xemnas’ shoulder, sucking frantically, feeling ever more light-headed and breathless. His hand found his cock of its own accord because the need to come was getting beyond conscious thought. As he savoured the unique taste of his master, he pumped his own erection frantically and without really noticing what he was doing.

Xemnas noticed however, and he knew that neither of them were going to last much longer. Which was probably a good thing considering the number of scratches and bites he’d have all over him if they found each other any less arousing. He couldn’t really see Saix’s frantic wanking from this awkward angle but he could feel the pale man’s knuckles grazing his stomach. Saix was actually moaning into his neck now, a sound rather unbefitting the furious fighter. Xemnas was starting to feel dizzy from the heat and exertion but he could feel his orgasm building. Just a moment longer.

Saix let go and lay back. A dry groan escaped his lips and his hand slowed as he came hard in hot splashes over his white chest. He instinctively tightened his thighs around Xemnas’ hips and gripped tightly to his master’s upper arms, creating another set of dents. But Xemnas was too far gone to notice. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, shallowly pushing into Saix, so close.

Saix leant up and ran his tongue back down his neck and shoulder and that was all it took. Xemnas felt himself starting to release and shoved as deep as he could go as he spilled, throwing his whole weight down on Saix, who sank his teeth back into his shoulder in response probably knowing that was his last chance to get away with it for now.

In the darkness behind his eyelids, Xemnas felt hot, sweaty and dizzy. He’d never felt like he really existed so much as these moments, pressed against Saix. He sat up slightly and rearranged himself, sliding an arm under Saix’s neck and pulling the other against him. Saix returned to his licking and Xemnas allowed him to do so without a word or action. Instead he held the ferocious man against him and allowed his soft tongue to do its work. It stung, but he was far too drowsy to complain. Saix’s hand settled on his waist, his thumb slowly stroking his skin. Resting his chin on Saix’s hair, Xemnas sighed deeply.

Saix focused on Xemnas’ neck since their position was so comfortable and he didn’t want to move. Some time passed like this, a warm drowsiness settling over Saix as he lazily licked at the wounds which were starting to become reluctant to donate him any more of his precious prize. Realising that Xemnas had actually fallen asleep, Saix trembled, feeling cold in those places that weren’t pressed against his leader’s warmth. Despite the heaviness telling him to sleep, he shifted from Xemnas’ arms and sat up. Xemnas didn’t stir. For a moment he considered leaving, getting cleaned up and perhaps getting a little work done. But then he saw his coat on the side of the bed and changed his mind. Instead he grabbed hold of it and wrapped it around himself then returned to his previous position, nuzzling himself back under Xemnas’ chin. Xemnas’ arm moved over his waist and he pressed closer, licking once more at his master’s skin. He closed his eyes to the magnificent silver and golden moonlight of his noble leader’s creation and rested his head comfortably on the shoulder of the great man himself. Sure they might not really exist, not have emotions and feelings, but their bodies worked just as well as any ‘real’ person’s and as long as they had that to cling onto, everything was that little bit less vacant. On the dark soulless sheets of the lone bed in the chilly white room, it wasn’t long before the pair of empty Nobodies were lying asleep in each other’s arms. And it was as close to true peace and comfort as together they could reach.