Fucking With His Mind

Hey guys. Just a warning before you start reading. This fic has skullfucking, and if that's not something you want to read about then please hit the back button now.

This was requested in a anon kink meme over on lj, but I still want people to read this so I'm posting it all over the place! I'd like feedback and if you could take the time to review I'd be grateful. Pairing is Saïx/Xigbar and may cause slight sqick... even to me.. even though I wrote it!

Onto the fic

Fucking With His Mind

"Get out of my way II.” Saïx growled, the Lunar Diviner shoved the elder Nobody away from him into the gleaming white walls of Castle Oblivion. Xigbar let out a grunt from the force of the impact but quickly looked up at the angry Neophyte, golden eyes darkening as he too grew angry.

Xigbar studied Saïx’s face for a moment taking in all the anger and resentment clearly displayed there, and laughed, scornful laughter he was so enjoying Saïx’s anger.

“What’s the matter puppy? Superior no longer interested in you now he has a younger, prettier and tighter bit of ass around?” Ignorant of the angry growls he was receiving Xigbar pressed on, rubbing salt into Saïx’s sore spots. “Don’t worry puppy, I’m sure he’ll be interested in you again soon, he’ll need you to fetch his paper in the mornings, make sure to deliver them right to his beside. Surely after the nights he’ll be having the Superior will be too tired to get up for it in the morning, after all youth does have its advantages. All of that stamina to spare and then” Xigbar was cut off mid sentence, VII had punched him in the jaw and was coming at him again fist raised and claws out. Xigbar ducked out of the way, grabbing Saïx’s arm and spinning him around to hit the wall. Saïx was momentarily dazed and Xigbar took advantage of the situation to summon one of his guns, and stood back, the muzzle trained upon the angry Neophyte.

VII turned around hands curled into fists, seething. He stopped though, at the sight of the gun pointing at him, and lowered his head. Xigbar chuckled.

“See, being a good boy isn’t so hard!” He smirked and without realising it, lowered the gun slightly. That was all Saïx needed, faster than Xigbar would have thought, the Lunar Diviner lunged forward and raked his claws at the Freeshooter narrowly missing his left eye, but leaving a huge gash down the lower left cheek. Xigbar yelled and slapped a hand to his cheek, even with the black gloves he could see and feel the amount of blood coming from the wound. “You fucking dog!” He snarled at Saïx. He didn’t have time to verbally abuse him anymore, VII was coming at him yet again, and he sidestepped, spun and slashed the sharp part of his gun across Saïx’s shoulder causing the Neophyte to stagger. He recovered quickly however, and feinted as he made his way to Xigbar, going left before lunging right and slashing his claws across the thinner part of the Organization coat, the venerable bit covering the stomach. Xigbar doubled over in pain, falling to his knees on the floor. Saïx chuckled as he moved closer to the prone man, but Xigbar was waiting for Saïx to move closer, and the second the black boots moved into view he sprung up, bringing his gun up, and managing to slice a line between the blue eyebrows, one like that boy in the computer town had, the virtual Twilight Town.

By now both members were growing beyond angry, their anger affecting the fighting, making them clumsy and less accurate than usual. Both thoroughly pissed off that they were injured and becoming more reckless with each passing minute. Xigbar’s gun and Saïx’s claws were tearing holes in each other and there was a fair amount of blood splattering the once pristine walls and floor. Saïx snarled as Xigbar landed another slice on his thigh, and shifted his weight so he could launch himself at the Freeshooter again, but he landed his foot in a puddle of blood... and he slipped catching himself on his knee. He looked up just in time to see the gun slice upwards, across his forehead creating a perfect X between his eyes, and he could feel the blood leaking hot down his face, pooling in his open mouth. Xigbar had moved back and the anger he felt towards the man was overwhelming, were they not supposed to have feelings? It didn’t matter now, Saïx grinned insanely and swallowed the mouthful of blood he had licking his lips clean. Xigbar shuddered at the display and grew weary, Saïx seemed to be changing, and he looked wilder? The he swallowed, was this the Berserker mode the Superior had talked about? Saïx was on him before he could blink raking a clawed hand across his chest, the pain was terrible, but he managed to push VII back enough to see him properly again and was horrified by the changes in the other man, golden eyes had changed to crimson, bloodlust clearly seen on the face still splattered with blood from both of them, and Saïx was staring at Xigbar, fixated on his face.

Xigbar felt a tinge of fear, and broke eye contact, not knowing he could feel fear, and that was his mistake, because that was all Saïx needed, he lunged, and suddenly all Xigbar could feel was pain, blinding pain on the right side of his face. He put a hand up to his head, palm closing down over his cheek, his brow, his eye... his eye! That was where the pain was, gingerly he felt the area, and there was no bulge under the eyelid where the eye used to be. The fucking dog had gouged his eye out! Xigbar opened his remaining eye weakly, and saw the Berserker studying the golden orb in his fingers then look back at him and grin widely showing off a set of fangs making him look like more of an animal than ever. That fucking grin pissed Xigbar off, he weakly tired to raise himself off the ground but failed, and VII smirked even more holding out the eyeball to the second in command, making sure he could see it with his remaining eye, and squashed it. Just forced his thumb and fingers together and turned the eye to jelly. Xigbar went white with nausea before vomiting all over the floor marring it even further and being unable to move himself almost fainted right into it, but not before the Lunar Diviner caught him and rolled him away from the puddle of sick and blood and waited for him to recover, it didn’t take long.

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Saïx was aroused. The sight and smell of the blood all over the hallway turned him on, almost as much as the pain he was inflicting upon Xigbar, his superior in the Organization and an all round pain in his ass. The man was covered in gashes from his claws, and while he too was injured, it was nowhere near as bad as what he had inflicted upon number II. Saïx groaned as he palmed his cock through his pants and stared down at the bleeding face of the older man, he looked at the eye socket still bleeding and then at the remains to the eyeball on his fingers, and brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, and it only served to arouse him further. He looked down again at the groan coming from Xigbar, and was delighted at the disgusted look on his face, remaining eye flicking back and forth between his fingers and the hand massaging his cock.

“Not happy are be old man? Too bad, we’re not done here. It’s too bad really II, if you had just walked away none of this would be happening.” He said casually as he shrugged out of his bulky coat and began to undo his pants. Xigbar managed to bet his elbows under himself, so he was raised slightly.

“You’re a sick fucker VII. Really sick. When the Superior hears abo”

“Well he’s not going to hear about it II.” Saïx remarked as he stared stroking his cock slowly. Xigbar only glared harder at the younger man and he smirked back. “Well I was gonna stick this in your mouth, but you’re a vindictive bitch, and I’ll bet you’d try and bite it off.” Xigbar smirked savagely at him. “But then again old man, that’s not the only hole in your face now is it?” Xigbar was puzzled for all of two seconds until he figured it out.

“No. No you can’t.” He began to pull himself away, dignity forgotten he tried to crawl along the floor away for the psychotic man. He didn’t get far, Saïx pulled him back, flipped him over and straddled him. Xigbar was greeted with the sight of Saïx stoking his cock in front of his face. “No please Saïx, please don’t do this.” He had resorted to begging the Lunar Diviner, who just smiled and forced a bit of leather into his mouth and a hand behind the black and grey head, pulling it up towards his cock. With his mouth no longer in use and growing weaker from loss of blood, Xigbar really had no chance to resist as Saïx rubbed himself up and down his cheek, precum and blood making it glide easily across the skin, and he began to breath faster from fear. Saïx chuckled at the fear in Xigbar’s eye and guided the head of his cock to the hole the eyelids were trying desperately to cover in vain. He pushed his cock into the hole, small cranial bones making it a tight fit, and he could barely fit an inch into the space. He gave a couple of shallow thrusts, ones that had Xigbar crying out in pain, no words could describe the pain! Saïx sighed in pleasure, it felt so good, he pulled back and thrust again, an inch and a half, causing so much pain to Xigbar and Saïx could feel his dick nudge against the back of the eye cavity, and he knew if he tried he could thrust through the bones and right into the brain. He grinned at the knowledge, but the Superior crossed his mind, if he killed II.. Saïx sighed in disappointment, but decided to keep his thrusts shallow to keep the old man alive.

Xigbar was now crying out constantly from the pain, it felt like his skull was being ripped apart from the inside, and he didn’t have the strength to fight any more, tears fell from his good eye and spasmodically from his ruined eye socket still being abused by the Neophyte’s cock. Saïx was thrusting quickened now, careful to keep them shallow while he stroked his cock and he could feel his balls tightening with his impending release. He stroked his cock faster and thrust another few times before he orgasmed, body shuddering as he spilled into Xigbar’s eye socket, the liquid stung the ruined socket, but Xigbar was too exhausted to protest or cry out anymore, and he lay still but conscious as Saïx pulled out and removed the leather glove from his mouth. The Lunar Diviner stood up and straightened his clothing, and pulled his coat back on before looking down at the defeated and bleeding Xigbar who lay in a pool of blood, most of which was his.

“Like I said II, the Superior is NOT going to hear about this. You got attacked while in the World That Never Was, or Land of the Dragons, wherever you feel like, but this” he waved a hand around the bloodied hallway, “did not happen. I’m sure you understand old man. Otherwise I’ll do worse. To quote Axel, ‘Got it memorised?’”

Xigbar nodded weakly, and Saïx laughed.

“Good. See you later old man.” Saïx turned around and walked away, satisfied and feeling so superior. Xigbar was left bleeding, cum seeping out of his ruined eye socket for another member of the Organization to find him in a hallway that would show no evidence of what had occurred. That was the beauty of controlling nobodies, they could be ordered to clean up these sorts of things.

Xigbar lay still, as pain overwhelmed him when he moved, and let the tears carve trails through the blood drying on his cheeks.