Trust

Prompt: "Demyx/Roxas. Demyx being a nasty fucker but still his airhead self. Dub-con or non-con."

Demyx grinned, tightening the belt around Roxas’ wrists, smacking the boy across the face when he continued to struggle. “Roxas... Quit bein’ so mean... It’s your own fault anyways.” He whined, giving the boy another sharp smack to the face. “It’s your fault anyways, since you left us. I mean, like, Axel’s just been all moody since you left, ya know? I tried to cheer him up, and he almost stabbed me!”

Demyx slid down the younger Nobody’s body, grabbing his flailing legs and pushing them apart, settling himself between the black jean-clad appendages. “And Xemnas, well he’s all sorts of annoyed with you. I think you’re gonna get lectured or somethin’ when I bring ya back...”

“Then don’t bring me back! In fact, just let me go, motherfucker!” Roxas shouted, jerking against the grip Demyx had on his knees, also against the belt keeping his hands above his head.

“Aw, but I can’t do that, see?” He shoved one of Roxas’ legs down to the ground, putting his knee on it to keep it there, digging into the pockets of his coat with his now free hand. “Ah, here it is. ‘Find Roxas and return him to The World That Never Was.’ It’s written down right here.” He held the note card up as evidence, before cramming it back into his pocket. “And, and... if I don’t follow orders, Xemnas will lecture me. You don’t want that, do ya?”

“I don’t care what the fuck happens to you. Just let me go!” Roxas screamed again, and Demyx sighed.

“You’re really rude, ya know...” He mumbled, pulling his gloves off, followed shortly by his cloak. He ran a finger down the middle of Roxas’ bare chest, continuing down in a straight line to the edge of his jeans. Roxas had finally stilled at the contact, blue eyes wide and breath labored.

“That’s better.” Demyx smiled again, the look as empty as everyone figured his head probably was. He pursed his lips a moment later, using his legs to pin Roxas’ down as he dug through his note cards with both hands. “Hmm... It doesn’t say I hafta bring you back right away... and it doesn’t say that I can’t have some fun first...” He mumbled, grinning at the boy. “Let’s play a game, Roxas!”

“What kind of game...?” The trapped Nobody asked, warily, though willing to play along for the time being... If Demyx was distracted he might be able to loosen the belt enough to get away...

“We-ell... It doesn’t have a name, but the rules are simple! It’s one of those, whaddayacall’em, trust games. I do stuff to you, and when you get uncomfortable you... have to start crying and beg me to stop! Okay? Let’s go!” Without waiting for an answer, Demyx undid Roxas’ jeans, pulling them down to his knees. He laughed, more of a happy giggle really, flipping the smaller blonde over and roughly yanking his hands from above his head to behind his back. Roxas grit his teeth against a scream as something in his shoulder popped at the rough movement.

Demyx grabbed a Roxas’ hips, pulling his ass into the air, a hand moving down to press between his shoulder blades, keeping his chest to the ground. “Aw, too bad for you, Roxas, I didn’t remember to bring any lube with me. Musta slipped my mind, right?” He giggled again, suddenly yanking Roxas’ upper half into a vertical position by his hair, shoving two fingers into his mouth. “Suck on’em, would ya? And don’t bite me, pretty please, I might hafta hurt you if you do...”

Roxas gagged slightly as Demyx’s fingers crammed into the back of his throat, his tongue quickly running over the digits. Demyx was crazy—he sounded so blank and uncaring, like he wasn’t raping someone. No, not blank and uncaring... Bubbly, empty-headed, giddy, those words worked better... The smaller blonde cringed, gagging again, before the fingers were removed from his mouth as roughly as they’d been put in.

“One two three.” Demyx counted under his breath, working his fingers fast into Roxas, the younger blonde clenching his teeth together and refusing to whimper even though it hurt. And he could only imagine the magnitude the pain will take on when it was Demyx’s cock inside him instead of just fingers. His eyes squeezed shut against the sight of the dirty alley walls, slowly being blurred by tears he didn’t want to cry.

Demyx wiggled his fingers in a vaguely sexual manner, laughing happily when Roxas gave a grunt that was almost, almost a whimper. He pulled his digits out of the boy, seeing as the spit on them had dried and they really weren’t doing much in the way of stretching Roxas—but maybe that was better, Xigbar and Luxord were always going on about stuff like how it was better to fuck someone tight. And Demyx had the feeling that Roxas was really tight.

“Hey, hey Roxas.” He whispered, leaning over the younger Nobody, undoing his pants quickly and positioning his cock, lewdly rubbing against Roxas’ entrance. “Did ya know, when Luxord and Xigbar get really drunk they talk about how you’re just a little cockslut, and you’ll bend over for anybody and that’s why Axel likes ya.” He thrust into the boy, drawing another of those little whimper-grunts from him. Demyx tried to say something else, some other tidbit of information or gossip he’d over-heard, but groaned instead, hands digging into Roxas’ hips as he thrust.

The blonde boy squeezed his eyes shut, trying to put himself somewhere else, not feel Demyx in him and around him, not hear his keening moans and the slap of flesh on flesh, just be somewhere else. It had just started to work, too, when Demyx mewled like a kitten and grabbed the back of Roxas’ head, smashing his face into the ground. Warm blood spurted from Roxas’ nose at the same time that warm cum spurted from Demyx’s cock. For the moment the older Nobody leaned over him still, gasping his breath back in before he sat up, doing up his pants and coat and looking at Roxas—on the ground, ass in the air with cum starting to leak out of it—with a smile.

“Wow, Roxas, you trust me a lot.” He commented, whistling a nameless tune as he summoned some water to clean the boy. The blonde didn’t move, so Demyx jerked him around and dressed him again, raising an eyebrow at the cringe of pain on Roxas’ face. “Did ya hurt your shoulder, Roxas?” He asked, poking at the swollen lump that was the boy’s shoulder. “Ow... that looks painful...” Hands dug into his pockets, and Demyx sighed. “I don’t have any potions, either. Guess you’ll have to get it fixed when ya get back.”

He hefted Roxas up, the boy stumbling against him and barely able to move from various pains, opened a dark corridor and tugged the blonde through, whistling over the mumbled protests. He and Roxas were such good friends, Demyx mused, and sure trusted each other a lot.

Original Notes: "Ending is kind of fail. Also, Demyx being his happy, airhead self is hard to write in a situation like that... so just picture everything he says being giggly, or pouty where needed."