Under the Apple Tree

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There is actually a small inside regarding that story. I love apples, and especially apple juice. My friends teased that I always had Saïx drink apple juice in my RPs, and I realized that when they actually pointed it out. So I made of Saïx an apple lover, and while I was listening to Under the Apple Tree, the theme song of Crisis Core, I was suddenly inspired to write this fic. I was struck with the image of Saïx under an apple tree, and it gave this fic. So all that rambling to say that sometimes little things can become very inspiring! ^__^;;; So hm. Enjoy! I should finish the Chapter 4 sometime soon.

~ Chapter 1 ~


It was here. Here that they had met for the very first time. And it was here that he said they would meet again. Here under the apple tree.

The zephyr, warm and soft, carried sweet scents of the forbidden fruit and immaculate petals of white clung to his hair, as he stood under the tree. They had been meeting for how long now? Ah time went by so fast, really he had lost the count of days. But the tree had barely begun blooming at that time. Today, its fruit hung heavy on the branches, one resting in the palm of his hand, as he contemplated it absently. It must have been weeks, then.

“He won’t come anymore, give it up already, Saï.”

A familiar voice came from behind him, and he slowly turned his head to look at the smaller male.

“Come on, I can’t stand this anymore. You come here everyday, you wait for hours on end, and you always come back home with a somber mood. He’s got what he wanted, he won’t return now.”
“…He will.” Saï shook his head and looked at his younger brother, Tetsu. “He hasn’t had anything from me, brother.”

He bit in the fruit quietly, munching, and his amber eyes shifted to the ground, watching the scattered petals. But was he convinced of what he said? It was true that he hadn’t come in well over a week. Ever since he said that…

“I don’t believe you, I saw you, Saï. You kissed him, and I saw him groping you.”
“He hasn’t had anything.” Saï repeated in a firmer tone, straightening.
“Come on… Come home already. Mom won’t eat if you’re not around to make her to, and you know she’s not well.”
“In a moment, I promise.”

They stood watching each other for a little moment, then the younger of the two sighed and shrugged, surrendering.

“…You said it’d be different, that we’d be happy now, Saï. But nothing changed… You’re as distant as ever. And mom is lonelier than she’s ever been.”

Saï answered nothing to that, stubbornly watching the petals at his feet. He didn’t want to think about this, it was too painful. He had believed it back then, that they could be happier without their father, that if their old man just died they would be happy. But things hadn’t quite gone that way, had they.

He slid to the ground and sat against the tree, resting a hand at his knee. But how could he explain to his brother that he had but scorn and despise for that woman who gave them life? He would never understand it. She had fallen off her pedestal at their father’s death, the angel he had thought her to be had turned out in the end to be an ugly demon. But he had to keep Tetsu safe, somehow, to keep the image of their mother intact at least in his mind. Saï’s was tarnished forever, but surely his brother could remain in the bliss of ignorance. Himself could deal with her monstrosity. Was he not a monster himself? They had brought judgment down upon their genitor, but wasn’t Saï a murderous and vile creature himself? The blood would not go away, no matter how much he washed his hands.

“Heavy thoughts I reckon? Might I disturb you for a moment, Saï?” He had approached him without being noticed, and he knelt in front of the young berserker, taking his hand.
“Xemnas..!” A wide smile curled his lips up, and he immediately tugged the man close.
“You were expecting me I see. My apologies that it took so long before I returned.”
“Don’t mention it, I am merely happy you did. I… I had been missing you.”

Saï blushed, parting his thighs to grant a better access to his body as Xemnas leant over him, and he melted in the kiss when their lips met, gently purring.

“I have been thinking about what you said.” Xemnas moved and sat beside him, holding his hand. “And, I’ve taken a decision regarding it.”
“Is that so..?” Saï leant his head to the man’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “I am wary, I dread this decision of yours.”
“Fear not.“

He smiled, then pushed himself up to his feet, tugging the other man up. Xemnas pressed Saï’s back against the trunk of the apple tree, stealing another kiss from his lips. He ground their bodies together, taking Saï’s wrists together in one hand to pin his arms above his head.

“I have decided to take you with me, Saï. You are strong, your will is of iron, I am confident that you will survive the transformation. You will be perfect, Saï.”
“I will follow you to the very end of this world and beyond, Xemnas. I love you, with all of my being.”

These words had troubled Xemnas when he had first heard them, one week ago, but no more. He was delighted in hearing them, and though it was a shame that Saï’s intense and burning love would sadly be snuffed away with the loss of his heart, along with each and any emotion, it was a sacrifice he was ready to make, in order to keep Saï by his side forever.

“…Give me your most precious possession, I want it. You’ve been refusing it for weeks now, Saï, give it to me. I need it mine before your heart vanishes.”
“Xemnas…” He hesitated, lacing his arms around the man’s neck. “A—alright. Take it. Take it, I surrender it to you.”

A shiver of desire ran through Xemnas’s form at these words, and he kissed the other man fiercely, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt. He uncovered the skin, pale and beautiful, of Saï’s form, warm with life, and his lips touched each inch of revealed flesh. He watched and listened to the reactions, taking a sheer pleasure in having Saï writhe beneath his touch. Xemnas stepped back to contemplate the nudity of this body his own longed for. He heard himself sigh, he saw his fingers reach out and explore what soon would become his playground, his territory.

“Saï…” He murmured, a lustful smile lingering at his lips.
“My love…” He had kept his arms up above his head, docile, and his amber eyes watched the man. “I am all yours. Ravish me.”
“With great pleasure.” He answered softly, stripping down in front of the berserker.

Saï’s eyes didn’t once let go of Xemnas’s form, and despite the nervousness building up inside him, swelling with each stroke of the man’s fingers, he remained perfectly submissive. His heart knocked against its cage of bone and thundered away madly in his ears, deafening and maddening. Could Xemnas hear it? To this rhythmic drumming was soon added a humming vibration that rumbled low in his throat in a velvet purr. Ahh these lips were bliss, they were heat and cold mixed together in a skillful, achingly delightful torture of lust. Each kiss burned more ardently than the former, setting ablaze Saï’s skin until his blood became a molten fire and he felt so hot, so flushed he could barely respire anymore. He needed Xemnas, every single part of him needed Xemnas, and he would not be satisfied until their bodies were one, until they had fused together and merged into a single unity. He hissed, he tensed, he was an instrument played by the other man’s fingers, the noises he did were music, sensuous and beckoning, like the chant of an enthralling siren.

His first scream came with the intrusion of the third finger. It rose, crystalline and high, into the balmy air of this early autumn day. It surprised them both, and there was a pause during which the young berserker and the man observed each other as if wondering who out of them two had screamed. It was then, and then only, that Saï noticed how deeply sank into the trunk his claws were.

“You are magnificent.” Xemnas breathed out in a raspy tone, marveling.
“I love you.” It was all he could think of, his head was filled with him, filled with his love.

And there came a second scream, as the fingers jerked forth into his depths, in reaction to his words. They seemed to affect Xemnas, thus he mewled them again. Over and over again. The fingers were scissoring, stretching, pounding, and he was droning out his relentless mantra. The hand seemed to become frenetic, it plunged always faster and always deeper, and each wave of fresh pain tore a cry from Saï, until it had dulled into a quiet throbbing hardly registered by his mind. But the loss of heat didn’t go unnoticed, and as the docile person that he was, his tongue lapped at the digits that had hurt him so when they were presented to his mouth. But where did that metallic taste come from? A hole, small yet deep, in his bottom lip. He had pierced the skin with a fang in his crazed frenzy.

“You hurt yourself.” Xemnas stated, confirming that Saï had inflicted this wound upon himself.
“Forgive me.” He immediately answered, out of habit. He didn’t even know why he was apologizing.
“Why did you hurt yourself?” His fingers, which had seemed cruel to Saï previously, were now gentle and soothing.
“To avoid hurting you.”

Oh this was folly! Folly that he hadn’t warned Xemnas, that he had hoped until the end it would be different this time! And in a way, it had been, too! Xemnas was alive, he was unhurt, and unscathed despite having been knuckle-deep into Saï’s heat. The berserker’s arms might have been shaking with efforts, his fingernails might have raked at the bark and wounded his fingertips, but Xemnas was untouched. That was all that mattered to him.

“Avoid hurting me? Saï, explain yourself.” His tone was demanding, albeit raspy and laden with lust.

Only silence answered the man’s question, Saï pried his eyes open but stared off into the distance. This discussion could not take place now! It would ruin the mood, it would spoil it all.

“Later.” He shook his head. “Now is not the time for this.”
“I will want every detail later.” Xemnas insisted.

Saï clung on the trunk with both hands, and not even the gentle tugs of Xemnas on his arms could make him let go. Pain exploded inside him again, and he wasn’t melodious anymore in his noises. Roars and growls left his throat, unfurling from his lips. A fine rivulet of crimson blood trickled down his chin from a new hole in his lip, and he flinched at the warmth of a tongue lapping it. Pain irradiated in every inch of his frame from the stabbing prick buried inside him. Swollen and hard with desire for Saï, it was tearing him apart and claiming his virginity. He surrendered it, he had surrendered it with words earlier, he did with actions now. It was Xemnas’s. It now was Xemnas’s most prized possession and not Saï’s anymore. And as certainly as his body was filled with pain, his soul was filled with joy. Happiness that he could belong to the man he loved. His wildest fantasies could not even hold a candle to the current reality, and Saï pushed at the back of his mind this excruciating pain to savor the thought that he was being possessed by this man he would have died for.

The immobility lasted for a while, but alas not eternally, and with the thrusts came more waves of pain that Saï did his best in ignoring. By then his claws had dug so deep in the tree his fingertips were flattened against the rough bark. He trembled, his powerful legs hooked around Xemnas’s waist, his heels resting on the man’s ass. He could feel the muscles contract with each thrust, and it was an arousing sensation. His backside connected with the tree every time Xemnas pushed into him, the coarse contact of the bark with his satiny skin was unpleasant, but just like with everything else, Saï didn’t complain. The thrusts came faster, in a drilling pace, punctuated by the berserker’s screams and the occasional harsh moan Xemnas breathed in Saï’s ear. Despite the ache and the lack of physical pleasure, he poured his essence into the man’s hand with the relentless tugs on his cock. He was so exhausted when alas the man’s hips quivered and staggered, that his whole body fell forth against Xemnas, and he passed out, drained of all strength.