Larxene & Zexion

larxion @ 2006-12-22T15:53:00

2006-12-22T22:53:20Z

First offering of fiction. ^^u

Title: Leniency
Rating: PG (for minor violent implications)

It had been a bit of a mistake on his part, he supposed. After all, she had been strong enough in her life to have created this Nobody, and the Superior had seen it fit to include her in the Organization. Still, Zexion hadn't expected her to be so fierce, so that sneering superiority only came natural.

He didn't move an inch when she strode past him, ramming her shoulder into his in a manner that could only have been deliberate. His eyes narrowed as her footsteps continued to echo down the hall, and he finally turned.

"You'll want to watch yourself," he warned, crossing his arms as she halted and turned, scrutinizing him with a raised eyebrow. "After all, there are far less lenient than I in Castle Oblivion."

Larxene bristled, taking a few steps closer to him. "Lenient, huh?"

"Oh yes. You might learn to be more careful." He paused, a ghost of a smirk crossing his lips. "Not everyone is like Xemnas and myself, you see."

Hours later, after he had finally ripped the kunai from his palms and gotten the rest of him to stop sparking at the contact, Zexion decided that Larxene could be a fine tactical advantage; nothing so cute could be dangerous, right?

I COME BEARING PR0N. ~

2006-10-24T04:32:12Z

More fanfiction. 8D - shot. -

Title: Illusionist
Pairing: Zexion/Larxene
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zexion walks into Larxene's room telling her that she's in one of his illusions. Despite the fact that she believes he's lying, she takes advantage of it.[ZexionLarxene,OneShot,] PWP,M/F,Lemon,MaleDom
Links: FanFiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3212242/1/
Adultfanfiction.net: http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600080460

Author’s notes: This story contains graphic lemon content. If you don’t read mature fiction, you should leave now before you worry about what that means. (: I can’t really say that some ages are restricted because, eh, kids at the age of twelve are probably reading this anyway, and I’m not supposed to be writing this myself, so I can only warn you all about the content.

Enjoy.

Illusionist

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FinaIity - -

IT WASN’T THE FACT that Zexion was in her room that made the rather annoyed Larxene growl and shove half of her head underneath her pillow. Rather, it was the fact that he had come at such an obscene hour in the night to pester her. It had become a rather normal thing for him now: coming into her room at night whenever he pleased. Always getting out of bed, having her mind fucked around with, and then waking up to discover that none of it had ever happened. Damned illusionist bastard.

He looked good enough to fuck, though—that much she’d admit. But only to herself; he was haughty enough as it was.

“Get the fuck out of my head. Do you have any idea what time it is?” the disgruntled blonde roared, shooting him an angry glare through the darkness that could melt lead as he stared her directly in the eye. “I’m not in the mood for those pointless mind games you play with me every night just so you can be amused for five minutes. Or however fucking long it really takes,” she finished off, hands clawing at her comforter so that they wouldn’t unconsciously go to his neck instead.

Ah, perhaps his persistence had succeeded in making her a bit peeved.

“This is no mind game,” she heard him respond in the darkness, his voice low. Larxene then heard him shift, some part of his body briefly grazing against the wall from the sound she could distinguish: leather against marble.

“An illusion, then. Does that satisfy you?” she asked, one arm unconsciously waving about to accompany her words.

“Ah,” he said dismissively, walking over to where she slept. Her frown deepened under the confines of her pillow.

“Thank you very much for avoiding my accusation. Your ignorance only proves that it is an illusion. Thank you for confirming it, Short Schemer,” the Apathetic Princess stated mockingly, rolling over to face him. The only retort she recieved from the Tactician was a grunt. One of those grunts that he rarely issued out—which meant he was more than a little livid. “Short Schemer. I rather like that one,” she serenaded on, grinning outrageously to herself. He could probably see her grinning, despite the lack of light.

It only made her grin stretch wider.

The long white comforter was pushed aside a bit as the mattress shifted and dipped in to accommodate her legs swinging down the side of the thick sleeping area. “Alright, then, Zexion. Have it your way; I’ll play along with your little game of illusions,” she said, voice low and domineering. Her hands went down towards her midsection to pull her nightgown over her legs from where it was bunched up at her hips. “I suppose I can go ahead and kill you if I please, then, can I not? After all, it is an illusion.”

A smirk in the dark played on her lips.

She slid off the mattress with a sense of finality, gaining her balance slowly as she walked towards him.

One small hand violently lashed out to grab the collar of his robe, pulling him forward with incredible force. She deliberately pressed against him as vehemently as she could. Zexion audibly swallowed. Her lips were now mere millimeters away from his ear.

“…or I can fuck you if I please.”

A little added emphasis never hurt anybody, now did it?

Well, it was about to.

The Sixth Order’s lips parted so that a barely audible moan could slip through them as the Twelfth’s moist tongue slipped out to graze his ear slowly before she proceeded to nip the cartilage hard.

The wall to her right was now behind her as she was slammed into it roughly before her lower lip was assaulted by the other’s teeth harshly. Her face remained indifferent. Their roles reversed as the ravenous man attacked her. He didn’t release the flesh until he drew a fair amount of blood.

“Mm, you’re quite correct,” he coincided, his voice almost sardonic.

Larxene quickly retreated the abused tissue into the safe confines of her mouth as she hissed.

“You have got some nerve waltzing into my room and beginning with your mindfuckery,” she growled. The blonde’s arms attempted to shift from their position on the wall, but to no avail. He was quite strong, and his psychic abilities made it more difficult to move with their added force. It was worth a try, though.

“Of course. ‘Mind fuckery’ is my most zealous interest, you see, as well as my illusions. They are a way to distort reality—to do whatever I please without causing permanent damage.”

“So you just like to drag people around in your illusions so you can fuck around with them without having to pay the consequences?”

“I suppose,” came the dry reply. “No need to make it sound like a misdemeanor.”

“I hit the nail on the head and you know it.”

“Whatever pleases you,” he sarcastically retorted, smirking in the dark.

“Alright, then. The thought of you leaving pleases me greatly. Dissipate the illusion and leave,” she said curtly. He ignored her and continued to press himself against her harder. One of his gloved hands went to her cheek.

She crossed her legs.

“It’s an illusion, Larxene. Revel in it. Relish it. You can be uninhibited; release yourself,” Zexion countered. The sexual tension in the air was practically a hum now. “Is there nothing you wish to do?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” the blonde answered silently before a dagger melted out of the space between her first two knuckles and was instantly in her grasp in the blink of an eye. Her eyes flashed to the man’s collarbone before the dagger was sliced across the aforementioned body part. Dark blood began to trickle out of the clean cut. “Satisfied?”

The zipper of Zexion’s coat was slowly pulled down by Larxene’s pale hand, revealing more skin and the blood that had dripped down upon it. She cut off the trail of the leaking blood by placing the bright yellow end of her dagger on his skin. The blood pooled on the tip before it dripped down onto the white marble floor, leaving an ominous red circle.

“I’ll have to clean that up later,” she remarked.

The man showed no emotion; even as he grabbed the small dagger from her hand and pinned her to the wall, his face remained indifferent. Electricity hummed throughout both of their bodies as he placed said dagger against her neck. A shiver of complete pleasure ran down his back as he ran his fiery lips against the arrested area.

So that’s why he had come.

“It’s an illusion, Larxene. Revel in it. Relish it.” The words revolved in her head like a marquee.

And so she would. None of it was real, after all.

“Alright, then. I’ll revel in it. I’ll fucking relish it,” she bit out forcefully. Pink flesh had begun to replace the dark blood on his neck. She froze in place, hand in mid-air as her attempt to retrieve her dagger was foiled, for the weapon was upon her lips. A partial moment passed by before Zexion’s lips replaced the weapon.

The elder felt the woman’s lightning element pulsing through him in an even measure as he delved his tongue into the cavern of her mouth. She was pushed even more into the wall so that the man felt her ample chest pressing against his bare, bloody chest. Her nightgown now bore dark red streaks on it.

The pair’s movement suddenly became dramatically heated as Zexion attempted to shift their position, or rather, change them completely. His first instinct was to rip her nightgown off and take her up against the wall until the screamed if her pride would allow, but that wouldn’t fulfill his initial purpose of dragging things out long enough to drive her mad.

He was thrown out of his reverie when he found himself unconsciously pushing her farther up the wall. She had locked her legs around his slender waist and securely wrapped her arms around his neck.

Zexion’s face was incredibly placid for such an intense moment, but Larxene’s was something worthy of challenging. He ground his hips against her as her defenses went down. She let out a shaky breath that was strangely enticing for him and bit her lip.

Larxene could feel the thin straps of her nightgown being nudged off of her shoulder after Zexion’s robe had dropped to the ground in a large black leather mound. Cool air now kissed her heated skin, causing her nipples to pucker, ache. The white nightgown fell on top of his robe in stark contrast. The woman was now only clad in the thin lace undergarment he was eager to tear off.

“Fucking hurry,” she nearly yelled as he began to remove his gloves, her head being cradled by the hollow of his neck as she leaned down to lick the pulsing vein of the vertebrae.

“Patience,” he growled. “Bitch.” A shift in his attitude was evident.

She scoffed as he roughly threw her onto the mattress and began to remove his boots and bottoms. He was throwing things a safe distance away in the darkness to ensure their absence. Larxene had busied herself with the removal of the scrap of lace she called underwear. Both of the Nobodies’ bare bodies were almost shining in the darkness. Ironic.

Zexion’s mouth immediately clamped itself onto Larxene’s left breast before she could open her mouth and complain, and she ached from the inside as she felt his body press itself against her between her thighs. Her hands clenched with a chunk of the cover sheet in them, the black mass becoming rumpled even more as his mouth licked a path up her breastbone before a trail of scorching kisses were pressed to her jawbone. His hands were both securely placed on either side of her shoulders as he propped his upper body up higher.

Larxene was driven into a frenzy since his agonizingly slow movements felt like they were consuming eons of time. She finally managed to open her eyes as he lifted himself up again to look at her face. Zexion looked positively delectable from what she could see as she looked up at him. His hidden eye was still blanketed by the shadows of the dark, but the section of layered hair that was constantly brushed onto his right half was now falling towards her, courtesy of the force of gravity.

His head swooped down before she had time to take in the sight for longer than a few seconds, and his mouth quickly claimed and ravaged hers. Welcoming his lust, his hardness, she met his tongue thrust for thrust, hands kneading his back.

Before the woman could blink or squeal, Zexion’s hands had gotten a hold of her legs and pulled them upwards to rest them on his shoulders. The words “oh, fuck,” were the last things to come out of her mouth before a vicious thrust of his hips had him pushing inside of her violently. Her mouth opened to let out a muffled gasp. He smirked outwardly as he saw her expression.

“I’m going to toss you well over the edge, Larxene,” he growled, a low purr replacing his usual voice. Even when whispering, he possessed the most sensual voice; a rich, deep baritone that wrapped around her.

“I’m fucking taking you with me,” she replied, her voice husky and a little strained from need. The blonde pushed herself against him. Zexion almost let out a groan from the delicious friction.

Almost.

Zexion could feel her hunger, her need, and despite the fact that it was incredibly hard to persevere when he was about to begin ramming into the searing heat he was enveloped in, he was determined to make this just as agonizing for her. Larxene felt his hands anchor themselves at her hips.

He suddenly began to move, deep, deeper, lifting her up, pulling her down. Little by little, his rhythm began to quicken. Faster. Faster, still. He took her hungrily, brutally, pounding into her the way he’d wanted to all evening. A moan escaped his throat when she rotated her hips, taking him at a different angle. The woman beneath him could hardly think—all she could do was push against him in the quest for completion.

“Harder,” she forcefully whispered, groaning as he surged forward again. Her passion-glazed mind was making her vision slightly hazy. Her hearing was limited by the loud sounds of his body ramming into her own, and her sense of smell was clouded by the scent of their bodies. She could still taste the lingering peppermint essence of Zexion’s mouth. The only sharpened, heightened sense was her sense of touch, which was being sizzled by the feelings of electricity, sometimes literally, that their bodies were generating.

“Would you g— Oh!” She had opened her mouth once again to scream at him, but a moan tore from deep within her as she reached her sudden climax; it slammed into her, hard and sudden. The rest of her words died a quick death.

Molten sensations sent her spinning as she released all of the pent-up feelings.

The feeling of Larxene’s inner alls clamping around him sent Zexion tumbling over the brink of extreme pleasure, just as Larxene had promised, before his pride gave way to an intense groan that almost sounded like he was in pain. Stars and lights flashed.

LARXENE’S EYES WERE TOSSED OPEN as the darkness pushed its way under her pale lids. She looked around her to register where she was before she recognized her bedroom. The room wasn’t as bright as she would have liked, but things were visible enough for such and ungodly hour.

And then the memories of the night before flooded into her head with Zexion, the illusion, and the hot, rough, bed breaking hatese—

Even without the details, it was still an illusion. “Fucker,” she mumbled.

She shifted a bit in her mattress and rolled over to make herself more comfortable.

Too bad the mental comfort was short lived as she saw a certain blue-silver-haired now pressed firmly against her, obviously unclothed as she saw the pale, well-muscled body begin to peek out from under the comforter. Zexion’s hand wrapped around her waist roughly as he almost unconsciously leaned forward to bite her neck before his visible eye snapped open. “You shouldn’t rise so angry in the mornings. It means the rest of us won’t be having such a good time, either.”

Larxene’s eyes belatedly widened before she rolled on top of the surprised Nobody and straddled his hips.

So it wasn’t an illusion. Big deal.

~

HAHA. I ttly had to do that whole “Larxene-wakes-up-with-a-really-warm-Zexion-in-bed-with-her” thing, along with the fake illusion. It was too awesome to resist. ; Hope you enjoyed. Expect more of this from me. A lot more.

Clear. ~

larxion @ 2006-10-09T19:22:00

2006-10-09T23:22:07Z

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2006-08-20T07:24:07Z

y hullo thar, everyone. I think I'm one of the few people out there who ship this couple like it's God, so I have... two ~~PR0000N~~ fanfictions for you all.

Title: Let Us Test It
Pairing: Zexion/Larxene
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zexion's new experiment with a young woman named Relena tempts him to test her in a more fulfilling sort of way after the young scientist turns her into a Nobody with his constant experimentation. [ZexionLarxene, OneShot, AU Timeframe ] PWP,M/F,Lemon,MaleDom
Links: FanFiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3074604/1/
Adultfanfiction.net: http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600080128

Let Us Test It

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FinaIity - - ~

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The nude form inside of the large cage flailed around in an attempt to get her captor’s attention as he stood in front of her, his back in her direction as he made scribbling sounds with his pen on the notebook. He had been at it for at least two hours now—the note taking, that is.

Sure, Zexion had managed to gather up enough courage to continue the experimentation on the heart as soon as he himself had become a Nobody, and all of this trouble was just for the sake of becoming whole again. The downfall of this all was that he’d managed to make an innocent woman turn into a Nobody as well, and his studies with her weren’t proving very progressive. The concept of a heart was just too complicated for anyone, let alone him, to understand.

At least he could say he had attempted to do something about the situation.

“Perhaps if I inject a small amount of the control fl—“

“Will you let me the hell out of here now?” came the angry bark from the test subject, her voice piercing through his own words. Relena twitched in the cage as Zexion turned to look at her, one eyebrow arched in question.

“One minute I was at the Radiant Garden, minding my own fucking business and the next thing I know I’m stripped of my clothes and shoved in a cage. Just who the hell do you think you are?” Relena’s facial expression was now glued to her face. A layer of sadness came on top momentarily before she hid it away.

Zexion finally turned around to look at her, his boots clicking against the marble softly. By impulse, her left arm shot up to shield her heaving chest as her right immediately flew to the apex of her thighs.

Oh, yes. He kept on forgetting about her apparent lack of clothing. That’s what happens when you’re so engrossed in your research. The man gazed at her with some severe intensity after the slight flush of color had vanished from his face.

“Why don’t you relax for a while, Larxene? There’s no reason to be so rushed,” he stated coolly, acting as if none of this was happening and keeping a woman captive in his research lab was part of his daily routine.

What did he just call her? She’d let it slide just this once. He was trying to make her waver.

“Are you purposefully doing this to make me seem like I’m an idiot? Like some sort of reverse psychology? Or are you just imbecilic enough to be saying this to me?” A pregnant silence ensued before she went on. “How do you expect me to relax in such a state? I’m in a damned cage!” she inquired bluntly, her face now flushed with color as she stood her ground.

“Now, now. You have to figure that out your own way,” he replied instantaneously, his hand reaching over to the table beside him to retrieve a syringe filled with a glowing, clear fluid. It was almost like water with a lightshow contained inside. “Unless you’d like this to be painful.” Zexion flashed her a menacing look without really trying.

This was the fourth time he was doing this.

As soon as the cage door was slowly opened after he had uncapped the syringe, he slowly kneeled down to be at eyelevel with her. Escaping was not an option—there seemed to be no doors in the room. Relena had figured that out the hard way.

Relena (or was she Larxene? Who knew?) Could feel Zexion’s hand reach down to push the skin on the side of her left breast in opposite directions using his thumb and index finger before tipping the syringe down at a 45 degree angle. A very light, brief prick could be felt against the tissue as the thin needle made it’s way through the large mound of flesh and penetrated the area beneath.

Her heart… It felt different somehow. It wasn’t quite like she remembered it was. Before all of this had happened.

It used to feel whole.

An odd feeling overcame her as the essence of light was injected into the remains of the empty shell where her heart should have been. There was no sense in resisting the injection, for the man had some sort of special ability that could pin her to the floor with an invisible, powerful force. It never ceased to floor her.

Quite literally at times.

“You’re such a cold bastard,” she bit out, arm squeezing against her chest in the location where her heart was supposed to be. “What happened to me?”

“You’re a Nobody, Larxene. You no longer possess a heart. Learn to live with it,” Zexion told her curtly, an emotionless facial expression now being worn again. It was the one mask in his small collection of expressions which he wore most often. The mask with the expression of uncaring and intensity. “You are now one of us. The Nobodies—your name it Larxene and it shall stay that way until your demise. Is that understood?”

“Lar…xene.” She said her new name out loud, sampling it. Seeing how it felt on her tongue, on her lips. “…Larxene.” Zexion watched her repeat the name a couple of times; watched her say it slowly. He watched her have quick trials of the short phrase. It was a rather dry sight.

Despite the fact that Larxene was now nothing more than an experiment gone awry on Zexion’s behalf, as well as a Nobody, Zexion’s impulses were making him want to taste the name on her lips along with her. Lacking feeling led him to desire nothing more than a carnal dalliance with the woman.

“Mm! A—aah!”

Some very loud moans from Larxene’s mouth as Zexion quickly threw himself upon her like a lion on its prey, pressing open-mouthed nips and kisses to her neck. It was a bit more mundane and graceful, however. Zexion tended to be that way.

A very light clattering noise was heard as the syringe was tossed aside. Liquid dripped out of the needle from the scarce remains in the tube as it landed in the far corner. Larxene’s back made a sound to rival the clatter as Zexion forcefully pushed her to the floor after pulling her out of the cage. Like a man driven into a frenzy, although one could say he was, watching a woman who was unconsciously tempting him to take things further, his actions were rushed for a few moments as he removed his gloves, needing to feel her skin on his own in any way possible.

Only seconds could be experienced instead of minutes as the scientist’s clothes were slowly being peeled away and tossed aside carelessly like rubbish. The girl beneath him suddenly snapped out of her stupor and cleared her head of the haze of passion that had occupied her mind only milliseconds before. Hands defensively covered skin.

“No.”

It came out in a firm time, a thread of steel sewed through the phrase. One word, but it meant oh so much.

Like Zexion honestly cared. She was nothing to him. Nothing more than a way to relieve some sexual tension that had rapidly sprouted within him after the first few days of experimentation on her. It was her soft skin that had done it to him. Her small mewls every time he would inject her with another toxin. Another dosage of light.

“My answer to your declination is a no as well, then.”

The woman was practically asking for it.

Unconsciously, perhaps, but it was loud and clear to him. He was taking her no matter what she did. Zexion’s hands were on her once again, roaming from her stomach up to her heaving breasts. The man’s free hand went to grab the fragile woman’s own—well, both of her hands. Since she was choosing to be unresponsive, he would have to take her by force. His legs pinned her down as he resumed the kisses to her neck, the heat of his wet kisses making her shiver.

His voice only made Larxene realize anew whom she was engaging in such actions with once more, but that realization only heightened her desire. She wanted this as much as he did. There was no denying that. It was all of the pent-up frustration that did it.

He let go of her hands when her response to his next kiss was quite urgent, his tongue continuing to plunder her mouth. There was no tenderness, no gentleness. Larxene relished the unabashed carnality of what was now occurring. She expected him to enter her moment after that, and then it would all be over. Consciously, she enjoyed every moment. She had been so very starved. She had always been starved.

Always.

His mouth left hers to trail a hot path of kisses from her jawline down to her bosom where he took the liberty of biting the flesh before he had securely clamped his scorchingly hot mouth onto a nipple. He suckled her, nipped her; his tongue circled her nipple.

Meanwhile, his hand had begun to roam over her inner thigh before it came between them to invade the slick folds that lay between them to explore and caress her there until, her head thrown back, her fingers tangled in his hair, she thought it well might be possible to go mad with the pain which the pleasure was accompanied with.

When he came between her thighs, speading them wide on the floor and sliding his hands beneath her, she let out a quick gasp as her thighs cradled his length. When she felt him at her entrance, hard and firm, she could do little more than slide herself into his lap, wrap her arms about his neck, and wait.

"Hurry," Larxene bit out earnestly, her voice low and throaty. It was almost unrecognizable, even to her own ears. "Now."

He came inside.

Teeth clenched, her eyes flew open from the sharp pang of pain that ensued. Soon afterwards, the only pain she felt was that of sexual pleasure ready to burst out of her at any moment.

A pain and pleasure she had never felt before.

It burst from her almost as soon as he btegan to move in her, his thrusts long, deep and firm. She shuddered into something that felt very much like ecstacy and lay open and relaxed beneath him for what might have been several minutes, listening to the rythm of their actions, hearing their bodies ram together every second. Needless to say she felt extremely fulfilled as the hard, utterly pleasing pounding of his body into hers continued.

After those few minutes had elapsed, the enjoyment became less passive again, and then it built into an ache and an urgency. They pressed together at their midsections as the peak of the colossal sensations were thrown at them relentlessly. And then came the second bursting of sexual release just moments before Zexion's own came as he stilled in her suddenly and strained deeper before she felt his release at her core.

He collapsed backwardds with her toppling over with him, her body still pressed to his as he hit the ground hard. Their pants were loud and straining for the next few minutes as they regained an ounce of energy.

So his self-desired experimentation with the subject was now complete, and the only data he gathered was nothing he would need later in his studies for the cause he and the other Nobodies had been fighting for. It was merely for the personal data bank he kept in his mind of things that caused carnal satisfaction.

"Mm."

The only noise that came out of the man's mouth after their panting had ceased. Zexion's face was as placid as ever.

"You son of a bitch."

She turned around and rolled off of him before spooning herself against him as his arm posessively wrapped around her waist.

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nfjgnfj k. My extremely vague, plotless challenge number two is finished. I don't know how the shit I came up with all of this just based on a pairing given, but I'm satisfied. I hope the person that requested this sees it, since I completely forgot who it was.

THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WITH ANONYMOUS E-MAILS. ;[

I hope everybody who read this enjoyed it. :D ♥

Title: Unknown Lives
Pairing:Zexion/Larxene
Rating: NC-17
Summary: [HEAVILY REDONE & EDITED]The Apathetic Princess heads over to the Shadow Tactician's chamber to discuss newly aquired information, but her intentions change not long after. ZexionLarxene,OneShot,MaleDom.

Links: FanFiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2572203/1/
Adultfanfiction.net: http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=544197549

LOL AUTHOR’S NOTES:

This fic contains spoilers from Chain of Memories, nur nur. :B It also contains very, very brief spoilers from Kingdom Hearts 2 regarding “Ansem”, the Organization, and all that. Read at your own risk. Enjoy. 3

And the ever-redundant disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts. Do any of us for that matter? Nomura wouldn’t waste his damn time doing this, so just fgnfjgnjnf.

Unknown Lives.

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The Views Of

Larxene and Zexion.

Riku had begun to run up the stairs to the next floor of Castle Oblivion after his encounter with Xehanort’s heartless. That damn thing needed to quit with the redundant taunting, and the fact that it was nearly plastered to that one corner of his heart. The boy grunted as he continued on.

Elsewhere in the lower floors of the castle, Zexion awaited his other two colleagues from Organization XIII to appear. He had obtained new information regarding the new scents in the castle; he had finally pinpointed what it was. Although it was deplorable to him to be talking like this, he needed to relay his newfound information to someone other than himself.

Ah, there he was.

Lexaeus appeared in the dark blue room, while Zexion stood beside him. Being as annoyed as he was, Zexion spoke up when Lexaeus didn’t acknowledge his presence.

“Don’t I even get a hello, Lexaeus?”

Vexen materialized out of one of the portals of darkness, his face slightly twisted into a scowl. Well, now, something had gotten him a bit angry, now, hadn’t it?

“What is going on, Zexion? I demand an explanation.”

Ah, snappy snappy. Vexen hadn’t changed an ounce.

Vexen’s face was nonchalant, and Zexion was becoming annoyed quickly. Despite the fact that the man had higher rank than him, he was being a bit too abusive of the position. He didn’t like redundancy.

Don’t these people have any manners?

“Nice to see you too, Vexen.”

This was his counter to the ‘hello’ he was given. Zexion continued on.

“You know, it’s deplorable… The Organization used to be the rope that binds us. And now it’s full of kinks.”

Vexen was angered. His face now reflected it; how could one keep a straight face in moments like this?

“How dare you!”

Lexaeus quickly spoke up to protect the other from his coming rage.

“Let it go, Vexen.”

Vexen stifled his anger, and paid attention to what Lexaeus and Zexion had to say. He let his arms stay dangling at his sides, trying to appear blasé as usual.

“Zexion, tell us. What did you detect?”

So he was attempting to change the topic quickly; very wise of him.

Zexion was happy that somebody in this place was willing to listen to him. Lexaeus was the only one who seemed to understand him. He turned around and faced Lexaeus, trying to appear even more nonchalant than he was a moment ago—if that was physically possible in the first place, that is.

“Visitors. I detected two scents in the castle’s lowest basement. One of them was Maleficent, but—“

Vexen was puzzled. Was he truly this idiotic? Perhaps. He cut off Zexion before he could finish.

“That’s absurd. The witch is gone. She cannot return from the realm of darkness of her own volition.”

God! What is with these people? Vexen acts as if he knows everything when he hadn’t even finished.

“If you’d let me finish… The scent belonged to a very convincing double.”

Vexen thought about this for a moment. No explanation could come up. He just waited and let Zexion finish his report.

“But I can’t say much beyond that, since the would-be Maleficent is no more. Our other visitor saw to that.”

Lexaeus was shocked. Other visitor…?

“Who is it?”

The burly man finally blurted the question out bluntly after some thought. Zexion looked down at the ground.

“I don’t know… But the scent was really similar to the Superior’s. Exactly similar, if I may say.”

How many idiotic things was Zexion going to say today?

“Rubbish!” Vexen yelled, disbelieving.

Who did Vexen think he was? Zexion wasn’t going to stand for this. He knew the truth. The man was just extremely contradictory today. That would have to be dealt with some other time.

“Fact, Vexen. Now, what shall we do?”

The blue-eyed boy began to ponder as to what they were going to do to find out who this person was. Lexaeus crossed his arms over his chest before responding.

“Let us bide our time and see what develops.”

The three nodded and went in separate directions.

-

Zexion slowly walked down the vast corridors, looking at the high pillars and glass objects that surrounded him. The entire castle was pale blue, marble-like in texture, and gloomy. It was very monotone and boring. Nothing was ever exciting here anymore. Everything was just… the same.

As Zexion slowly made his way down the long corridor, the door to his room was in sight. This castle was very large, and hard to navigate around. He liked to go around the castle mostly the plain and simple way, not constantly teleporting through the dark portals like the others did. It did give him some exercise, and a chance to look around. Not that there was usually anything around to spectate.

The door to his room could now be seen right in front of him from his effort, and in a few moments, his black-gloved hand reached the shining silver doorknob. He turned it slowly and opened the large glass door and then stepped inside, over the large sun-shaped design etched into the chalk blue marble ground. The design was carved all over the castle; an insignia, you might say.

His shoes tapped on the ground, and his robe brushed against the chalky-coloured walls, which matched the colour of the marble on the ground. A simple, white, stony, and fragile statue stood in the corner of his room, and on the other corner was a spotless black fainting couch.

His bed was different from the rest of the décor. Of course one’s sleeping area had to have some flair. The mattress was covered by a large white sheet, with a black one layered on top. The sides were dangling off, and they had an edge that looked like the large, sort of net-like fabric which was on the top of the long wooden poles sprouting from the headboard of his bed, which were connected together. The netting that dangled off was given a nice design, as though it was that of a curtain.

There was a large window in his room, covered by onyx-coloured velvet curtains, and a platinum-braided, twisted, silk rope around them. The ropes were usually opened to let the curtains close; he wasn’t that fond of light.

He then lay down on his bed with his hands behind his head; eyes closed. Who was the other intruder?

His thoughts then lingered on and on, leading to many things. How could somebody have a scent exactly the same as the Superior’s? This was impossible. There had to be some logical explanation. And what reason was there for the imposter Maleficent to exist? Why was she killed again? Where did she come from? These questions would have to be investigated further by all of the members of the Organization until an answer was found for each question they all had.

Axel, Marluxia, and Larxene would be informed of these happenings soon enough. Vexen had probably delivered the message when they all left the room. The elder was probably in his lab downstairs fiddling with chemicals. Lexaeus was downstairs in the weightlifting room where he practically lived. Axel was plotting some devious intentions of his and putting his plans into action; was there any time where he wasn’t doing so? Larxene was doing who-knows-what, and Zexion was just laying down in his bed thinking.

And they call themselves Organization XIII. Hah.

-

The Wind of Dancing Flame’s left arm twitched as he spun around to face Larxene. Their discussion about the “visitors” had taken a quick spin towards the Keyblade Master. Axel’s plans were making him giddier every passing second. The Apathetic Princess looked like the normally did. Uninterested.

Her words tend to defy her facial expressions, sadly.

“Wow, Axel, you seem pretty intrigued by this Sora kid.”

Axel crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“And you’re not?”

“I haven’t made up my mind… but I’d like to know what’s on yours.”

…and giddier, and giddier! This child that had come into the castle had made everyone quite puzzled. Who wouldn’t have this kid on their mind?

“He became a Heartless Larxene—and you know what happens to people who do.”

Larxene thought about this for a moment, and it dawned on her. He was right.

“People who lose their hearts also lose their minds, their feelings… They’re consumed by the darkness.”

Axel had proved his point to her.

“Right. But that didn’t happen to Sora. He held on to his feelings, even as a Heartless,” Axel then turned to face Larxene, “Only one man ever managed to do that.”

“So it’s the strength of his heart that intrigues you— the heart chosen by the Keyblade.”

“What makes his heart shine like that? What sleeps in its most secret depths?”

“The heart is a mysterious thing, Axel.”

“Maybe so. But unlocking its secrets is why we, the Organization, exist.”

Larxene nodded in agreement. The man was correct; this kid was something to be thoroughly thought about thoroughly. His heart was unlike any other.

Larxene’s new revelation was to be delivered to Zexion so that he could delve into the topic a bit more. Axel was then long-gone by the time she decided to leave the room and inform him at the very moment what was going on.

After a minute or two, Larxene finally left the room and saw Axel walking down the hallway before she headed in another direction. When she completed the tasks of walking down a few flights of stairs, going through a few rooms, and down three corridors, she finally reached her intended destination: the Shadow Tactician’s bedchamber.

-

Zexion was still engrossed in his thoughts regarding the many current events and happenings that had been making things livelier at the castle, and wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.

…but then there was a rather loud knock on his door. Zexion’s eyes snapped open and he gently responded. If he didn’t know any better, he would say it was Axel; however, he did know better It was none other than--

“Larxene.”

“Open the door, Zexion. Stop being an ice bitch and open it,” came the snappy reply from the other side.

Just once he’d like to show her what-for. Just once.

“Ah, very well. Come in,” the sixth Order replied dully, his hand waving about dismissively. Too bad she couldn’t see it.

Larxene twisted open the door knob with a slight scratching noise, and walked in with a smug look on her face. Zexion’s remained stern and he closed his eyes again. Larxene finally spoke up.

“Thanks for saying hello.”

Everybody seemed to be acting very peeved and bad-mannered today. They just rambled on and on without a single greeting.

“Hello,” came the strained greeting from Number Six. “Now tell me what it is you want; I haven’t the time for foolery.”

“Relax! You’re always so icy.” Could you tell Larxene was as loose as she looked?

Zexion scoffed and opened one eye to look at her before inhaling deeply and letting the hoarded air out. Leather gloves squeaked as he sat up on the mattress. Larxene put her hands on her hips and leaned forward at an angle, her facial expressions clearly one of challenge. Zexion then waited for her comment while he arched one glossy blue eyebrow at her.

“Alright, alright,” she finally blurted out, waving a hand dismissively as she straightened herself up. “I just came to tell you about my… chat with Axel. He’s been very infatuated with this Sora kid since he looked into what he was like. His heart is what he’s so caught up with. If I know him he’s probably plotting something right about now,” came the analysis.

She actually sounded a bit wise for a neophyte.

“So he’s been taking a liking to his heart, has he?” the man mused, a very evident smirk now on his face. “It’s always like Axel to be up to something important or devilish when he is so preoccupied. Especially when it concerns a heart. What is it about his heart that intrigues him so?” he inquired further, his face now one of question. The mattress made a slight creak.

“He told me that it was the fact that his heart retained its normal state while he was a Heartless, and only one person has been able to do that, you know. His memories, feelings, everything. They stayed intact. It’s… amazing, now isn’t it? Who wouldn’t be so into it?” the woman supplied quickly.

“So that is what has made Axel act so odd lately… it’s just more than him being obsessed with the Keyblade Master’s heart. It’s…”

A brief pause fueled the pregnant silence from before.

“Huh? What are you saying?” the confused blonde inquired, blinking slowly.

“Nothing at all.”

Secretive as always. Zexion had a reputation for being that way often.

Larxene took a seat next to him; her face was now one of seriousness. It looked a tad odd.

The ground beneath them started to shake; yells could be heard from far below. Voices were vague, but it’s owners were definite. Xehanort’s heartless and Riku once again. A battle had just finished down in one of the basements.

-

Zexion broke the veil of silence between himself and Larxene.

“How many times is he going to attempt to kill the boy? It’s quite futile,” the blue-haired Nobody commented, his voice low.

“Does it matter? Honestly… Vexen is going to do something about him eventually. He’s made a copy of him. One that has no heart,” came a detailed reply from the blonde as she looked around the room, examining the walls not many people were able to see.

“Vexen’s plan will go awry. Just wait and see.”

His voice held some promise.

A deep sigh emerged from Zexion’s lips once again as his head tilted to face the woman in front of him.

“You seem to know more than me even though I’m the one that usually talks to them. You’re hiding something! Come on; tell me!” Larxene exclaimed rather loudly, waving her hands for emphasis.

“How about I give you a thorough explanation?”

“Ah, another one of your theories. You think about things too thoroughly. How about not?”

Zexion just flashed her an odd look briefly before putting his serious face back on.

“It wasn’t a question. Now; listen to me and don’t doze off again like you did the other time.”

Larxene nodded, and laid back on the bed, waiting for his long theory. Zexion’s talks always took forever, but they always had good bits and pieces in them.

As the Tactician started talking, Larxene was bored in a matter of minutes, and instead of wanting to listen to his neverending speech, she decided to want something else. Her hands wrapped around the man’s hips as she pressed herself against his back, lips pressing against his neck. Yet Zexion, being as lost in his own thoughts after abruptly stopping, never noticed until she gave the area a rather hard nip.

“Were you listening to anything I was saying, Larxene? You’re the most uncaring neophyte I have ever encountered,” came the angry bark from the elder blue-haired Nobody.

He was answered with the warmth of her tongue running against the shell of his ear. His face briefly flushed a very light crimson. The Apathetic Princess took at as a sign to continue as she pushed him down by his shoulders, pressing a rough kiss to his lips as she situated his head in her lap.

She was on her back and pressed against the mattress as quickly as she had gotten him down in her lap. Not that his head was there anymore. The man’s towering presence was above her as she looked up into his one swirling blue eye. His facial expression was one of intensity now.

“…”

Zexion really couldn’t say anything to her at this point, but the look of question he shot her was something. She really shouldn’t have done that, though. These new feelings were stirring up inside of him; warmth was spreading throughout him, making his blood hum within his body. His back arched towards her again as he leaned down, craving for a taste of her lips once again before hungrily taking them.

“ Zexio-- mmph!”

Larxene’s words were stopped by Zexion’s ravenous kiss. She groaned and arched her back upward, pressing herself against him; molding herself to his shape. Her shock was shown through her kiss; Zexion had never acted in such a way. He was always quiet. Icy. Silent. Unpassionate. It was probably because he was incapable of any passion whatsoever. Anything carnal, however, was possible.

She could see that now.

His kiss was filled with desire, showing her the side he had never let out before.

Larxene’s hands now hung limply at her sides as she tried to respond to the pair of lips that were gliding to passionately and expertly over her own. The feel of his tongue tracing teasingly across the opening of her lips finally made her mouth fall open softly in compliance, and he didn’t hesitate for a moment to take this opportunity to taste her more thoroughly.

Her groaning still continued as Zexion’s hand glided over the side of her neck. Any sound she made was then immediately swallowed by his sweet kisses, taken in by him. He nearly froze when she began to kiss him back hesitantly; her lips barely moving, and her hands wandering around his neck.

Once again he got up, only to remove the black gloves from his hands and hers, throwing them onto the ground carelessly. He could now feel her skin, the smoothness of it, her hair, and anything else he managed to reveal. Their black boots were soon tossed aside carelessly, and they both immediately got into the center of the bed, nearly falling over from the haste.

“Zexion…”

She softly moaned out his name, and he pressed her against him, trying to prove to himself that she was real and not some ghost of an image. Their silver necklaces were removed from them both, and put around the nearby statue. The tie to Larxene’s robe was slowly pulled away, revealing her black bra and panties. She gently sat up enough for Zexion to remove the large article of clothing and toss it aside as if it was a useless item. Zexion’s robe soon followed, and he began to nip at Larxene’s collarbone, then gently placing kisses down the side of her neck, leaving a fiery essence in his wake.

Larxene quickly sprang up; it was her turn now. She gently pushed him down and started to kiss the area around Zexion’s neck, going towards his collarbone and taking tiny nips. She could feel the hot pressure of his hands going down the sides of her breasts, before resting on the small of her back. Her kisses gently left a trail from his neck and up; going past his cheeks back to his lips once again while Zexion busied himself with removing the last article of clothing on her upper body. Larxene swiftly stiffened, and covered herself with her arms. Zexion gently coaxed her arms away, and she hesitated for a split second just before she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips absently against his, trying to soothe her ache.

Zexion parted his lips from hers as he gasped for air, eyes opening to study the magnificent body beneath him. Her chest was heaving– he could feel it rising high against him with every breath –and her eyes had slightly darkened; they now held a shade of a stormy gray in them.

“Oh, my...” Larxene’s voice was almost unrecognizable to even her own ears.

“Be quiet,” he said almost savagely, his voice laced with pure lust.

“Why don’t you try shutting up, pretty boy?”

He chuckled, a growling sort of chuckle, before gently placing a finger to her lips before continuing with his onslaught of kisses. She took the hint and quieted down. His rain of kisses continued, moving down to her stomach before slowly moving down to her thighs. Larxene sucked air in very sharply when his tongue came in contact with her sensitive flesh. It was over faster than it had started; that extreme feeling of pleasure between her thighs was gone, and she could feel Zexion smirking into her skin as he licked the valley between her breasts once again.

“Hmph.”

Larxene grabbed the back of Zexion’s icy-colored mane and pulled his head up to hers before brutally assaulting his lips with her own. Biting, sucking, nipping, licking; anything she could think of. Enough of him taking over everything; it was her turn to make him experience the sweet torture. Her actions continued, though absentmindedly, for she had no idea what she was going to do now. That’s what improvising was for, no?

…Sadly, improvising just wasn’t Larxene’s thing. Sure, she could act on spur-of-the-moment decisions in battle, but now, it was different. She was naked in bed with a very lusty Zexion. Oh, well, she could just skip to the good part. Should she/

…Yes.

No. Maybe Zexion was just toying with her? It wasn’t in his nature to be a lust-crazed fool. He was always icy, calm, and composed. Maybe there was just another side to him that nobody had ever known about? Her thinking soon stopped when Zexion cleared his throat. Oh, yes, huh? Zexion was still waiting for her to do some very fun things with him, wasn’t he?

“If you’re not going to do anything, then I –“

Zexion immediately silence himself when Larxene’s hand had found a very interesting destination.

“Shut up,” Larxene barked sternly before moving her hand up.

A shuddering noise escaped the other’s throat as his hands quickly fell behind him in an effort to support his frame that was falling backwards. His back arched as he tried to press himself closer to her hand. He was rewarded with something better than her hand. Something warm, no, fiery and slick was slowly engulfing him. Larxene was slowly lowering herself onto him, inch by torturous inch.

He encountered a barrier. His eyes opened, his teeth clenched together, and he tried to keep his hips from ramming up into her. She wrapped her arms around him, and placed her hands behind his head before letting her weight take her down onto him completely.

She didn’t scream, she didn’t even make a noise. She did, however, clench her teeth together tightly and close her eyes, trying to relax. She held Zexion tightly, wrapping her legs around his hips. He sunk even deeper into her, making her wince slightly. By this time, Zexion had regained his composure, and his hands slowly lifted up from behind him, making him wobble slightly from the excess weight on his hips. He gently placed her back on the bed, his hips going closer to her.

It hurt. More than Larxene had anticipated. When Zexion’s hips shifted, he went forward when Larxene thought there was no more forward. He slowly withdrew himself from her, earning a gasp from the woman beneath him, before thrusting back in. She hissed in pain.

“Zexion,” she finally managed to choke out, “stop. This pain is maddening.”

“No,” Zexion gently whispered into her ear as he nuzzled the crook of her neck before biting her pulse.

“What did you just say?” Larxene barked through clenched teeth, slipping her hand towards her robe to retrieve her daggers.

Zexion’s hand instantly reacted to her moving one, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head, just before doing the same to the other, holding them both down with one hand. Another gasp emitted from her throat before she began to wiggle her arms in an attempt to get free.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Zexion’s voice penetrated through her now clouded mind, his voice husky, and the need all but dripping from his lips. She wondered if it was tasty.

His hips were moving again, and it hurt… but not so much now. Her hips tried to buck him off, and her hands were moving about wildly in an attempt to regain control. Nope, nothing was working. It seems that if Zexion wanted something, he got it. His hips began to pound into hers faster, his hair gently tickling her as he bent down to place a searing kiss on her lips. Zexion’s free hand slowly trailed down towards her breasts, caressing them briefly before going lower, making her shiver all the way.

“Now, how do you feel, Larxene?” his deep voice growled into her ear, making her shiver despite the heat of the room.

“Fuck you,” she barked before leaning up the briefly kiss him before biting his bottom lip for a moment before falling back due to her restrained arms.

Larxene was actually beginning to enjoy herself now. Her back arched to meet his thrusts, but her hands weren’t allowing her to comply with Zexion’s needs. His hand eventually let go, and he eventually latched himself to her hips with both hands, his speed increasing even more.

…And then it hit them. That amazing convulsing feeling that left them feeling breathless for a moment before making their minds go numb. That one final thrust came when she propelled herself against him, and it overtook her completely. She all but screamed his name as he sank in even further, his senses being heightened as he was hurtling into a plunge of heat, scent, and sound. Their skin bursted in an explosion of fire and pure, igniting pleasure. Their breath rasped in their throats, their breathing now erratic.

Zexion gently nuzzled Larxene’s neck, pressing opened mouthed kisses to her throat before finally collapsing, sleep finally taking over.

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