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Next Contestant.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Next Contestant.
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Disclaimer:
I don't own KH2 – more's the pity – and I'm not making
any money off this fanfiction. I also don't own the lyrics to
Nickelback's Next Contestant I just borrowed them because in
my mind they suit this pairing perfectly. Muahaha.

Warnings:
Language, male/male relations... adult situations?

Author's
Notes: This was a fanfic I wrote for one of my very best friends and
RP buddies, Lexis. We used to RP this pairing, but don't seem to so
much anymore. Nevertheless, the song Next Contestant always
made me think of her Saix and his mindset and thoughts about Xemnas.
So one night, very late at night, I wrote the fic. So here it is.

Next
Contestant.
- KittyMeowMaxwell.

I judge
by what he's wearing
Just how many heads I'm tearing
Off of
assholes coming on to him.
Each night seems like it's getting
worse.

He passed Saix every
night, dressed, each time, in something extravagant and suggestive.
His silver hair was always left free around his shoulders, slithering
against the caramel of his neck, and dipping into the collar of
whatever shirt – or suggestion of a shirt – he had picked
for that particular evening. Tonight he had chosen to dress
conservatively – by his standards – in a long black
leather jacket, and pants and boots to match. The jacket zipped from
throat to knees and had silver toggles and a hood and Saix wondered
at it.

Of course, it wasn't
like Xemnas to pass unnoticed and, though he always offered his most
faithful bouncer a nod and a polite smile, tonight he gave more. He
paused just inside the doorway, and unzipped the strange coat,
showing that a scant vest lay beneath. His skin shifted over muscle
as he shrugged out of the jacket and passed it to Saix.

“Hang
that, won't you?” he said carelessly, and walked on.

Saix watched with
thinly-veiled displeasure as a gaggle of men and women pursued Xemnas
across the dancefloor to the bar where he sat to order a drink, drawn
like bees to honey by the cling of the vest about his body. Of
course, his Master couldn't know it, but the bouncer had, since he
was first employed, taken it upon himself to tail Xemnas and be sure
that no idiots bothered the man. Of course, he couldn't go against a
direct order like that, and so he was forced to give up his
near-obsessive attention in order to whisk the long coat away to the
cloak room.

And I wish he'd
take the night off
So I don't have to fight off
Every asshole
coming on to him.
It happens every night he works.

Xemnas could not be
said to work, in the purest sense of the word. He didn't tend the
bar, he didn't wait on the patrons, he didn't even stand at the door
and greet (or refuse) people. Yet, he did the greatest good for the
club that could possibly be done, and he knew it. He was rich largely
because he did bring himself here, to his club, almost every night,
and people flocked here in hopes that they would see or even be able
to dance with him.

So he did work, in some
ways.

Saix returned, hovering
on the periphery and glaring away all those he could manage to scare
off. He would be more overt, if he could, but he knew Xemnas would
not like it. He knew he overstepped his bounds with every patron he
fought off, but he couldn't bare to see them touch his Master.

Xemnas was perfect, and
he should not be sullied by the touch of the strangers...

They'll go and
ask the DJ
Find out just what would he say
If they all tried
coming on to him.
Don't they know it's never going to work?

He remained aloof,
untouchable – to a degree. Though they might touch his arm, or
his leg, his fingers or his hip, never did Xemnas allow them to grow
more intimate. He was always that which they sought but could not
have. It did amuse Saix to some degree. They were like lemmings, each
following the last off the cliff in the vain hope that, this time, he
might fly.

They asked those who
worked at the club – the barman, the Djs, the bouncers, the
waiters and waitresses – but all would just smile and shrug
their shoulders. We don't know. You'll have to figure it out for
yourself. If he wants you, you'll know.
But he never did. Patron after patron approched him, with any number
of tactics, but none succeeded.

That
was how Saix knew. Knew
he was perfect.

They think
they'll get inside him
With every drink they buy him
As they
all try coming on to him.
This time somebody's getting hurt.

Here
comes the next contestant.

But there was something
different this time. Saix felt it in his bones. Something in the fact
that he had been given the jacket, given the task of taking it
somewhere safe. Xemnas had trusted him with something important, and
he had walked across the club enveloped in the silver-haired man's
scent, the warmth of his skin still latent in the leather.

Each drink passed to
his Master, each brush of tainted fingertips across caramel skin had
him more and more irritated. He had never felt quite like this before
– so possessive and longing that it seemed almost painful to
let those other people touch Xemnas. Didn't they understand how
superior he was to them? How they had no right?

Couldn't they see?

Saix's
intense concentration on his Master was momentarily broken when a man
shouldered past him, his intent clear. The bouncer made a grab for
the back of the man's silk shirt, but he missed by a hairsbreadth and
so the raven-haired stranger continued on, his stride purposeful.

Saix
fisted his hands, almost snarling. This one displeased him even more
than usual. His confidance, his sleek self-love, his... his... sheer
arrogance sickened the
blue-haired man. And when a hand encased in a fingerless glove curved
over Xemnas' bare shoulder, Saix thought he might rip that smirk
right off the man's face.

Is that your hand on my
Master?
Is that your hand?

Xemnas
laughed a little, winking up at the man, and a casual shrug saw the
hand slipping free, then he stood, and walked with the man to the
dancefloor.

I wish you'd do
it again -
I'll watch you leave here limping.
I wish you'd do
it again -
I'll watch you leave here limping.

They danced and Saix
watched avidly, barely containing his righteous fury – how dare
the smarmy bastard lay even a finger
on Xemnas? He did it again and again, at his Master's waist, his
wrist, his neck, his cheek.

Then
Xemnas drew away, and chose a different partner, and the raven-haired
stranger disappeared into the throng with a smile.

There goes the
next contestant.

Saix
found him, and saw to it that he left...

I even fear
the ladies
They're cool but twice as crazy.
Just as bad for
coming on to him.
Don't they know it's never going to work?

When he returned, he
found his Master had chosen a – slightly – safer partner
to dance with. She was willowy and slight and seemed to happy to let
him guide her, so she wasn't likely to go about putting her hands
where they didn't belong. It seemed Xemnas needed a break from that
too. Certainly, Saix reflected, it couldn't always be enjoyable to be
having to fend off overly-familiar strangers...

He chased off a couple
more would-be 'dance partners' with the simplest of cold looks and
low comments of “Xemnas is busy right now...”

He had previously
disliked how afraid he seemed to make people, but recently he had
come to be glad of it. The thought brought a dark smirk to his lips
and he cast his eyes about, seeking his prize.

There he was, safe
enough, the slightest of smiles curving his lips.

Oh, yes. He was so
beautiful. So perfect. Even Saix didn't deserve to touch him.

Each time he
bats an eyelash
Somebody's grabbing his ass.
Everyone keeps
coming on to him.
This time somebody's getting hurt.

Here
comes the next contestant.

Another woman drew in
beside the first, dancing as much with her as she was with Xemnas,
and his Master chuckled low and bent to murmur something in her ear
which made her giggle. Saix was glad he wasn't holding anything,
because he would broken whatever it was, be it glass, or broom... or
neck.

Why did he bother with
these bottom feeders? He was so much better than any of them and he
didn't need their hollow worship to make him stronger. He could be
no stronger and no weaker if he did go without praise. Saix offered
it constantly, even if it was silent.

Then
the woman slid an arm around Xemnas' waist, a hand downwards, to cup
about the leather-clad behind.

Is that your hand on
my Master?
Is that your hand?

Silver brows arched,
and Xemnas asked something Saix couldn't quite make out, but she
shifted her hand up again, laughing. He laughed, too, but his amber
eyes glinted and they briefly lifted away from the woman, seeking
through the crowd for a moment before they turned their attention to
her again.

I wish you'd do
it again -
I'll watch you leave here limping.
I wish you'd do
it again -
I'll watch you leave here limping.

She wasn't deterred for
long, and her hand dropped again. He tired of her bold company
quickly and disengaged himself from her arm, ignoring her pouts and
complaints.

There goes the
next contestant.

Saix sought her out, as
well, and saw her off.

I'm hating what
he's wearing,
Everybody here keeps staring.
Can't wait 'til
they get what they deserve.
This time somebody's getting hurt.

Here
comes the next contestant.

He'd had enough. He
wanted Xemnas to know, to understand that he didn't have to pander to
their constant lust, their vacuous attentions. He pressed through the
crowd, but Xemnas turned away and made for the bar once more, taking
a seat, and the light there was better.

Saix's courage failed
him.

The bartender said
something to Xemnas and he rolled his eyes and nodded dryly, agreeing
with whatever comment the man had made. Someone else was making their
way along the bar and Saix heard himself growling softly. Did they
never stop? He was angrier than he'd ever been before – Xemnas
trusted him, had turned his
attention to Saix
first thing that night.

Why
wouldn't they leave him alone?!

Another
touch, a hand curling about the curve of Xemnas' neck and Saix temper
snapped.

Is that your hand on my Master?
Is that
your hand?

“Let go.”

I wish you'd do
it again -
I'll watch you leave here limping.

The man's hand fell
away and both he and Xemnas looked up in clear surprise.

“Saix...?”
Xemnas wondered in confusion, and followed the bouncer's gaze to the
man's other hand, which rested against his wrist.

“Let go,”
Saix demanded again, and the man quailed, snatching his hand away.

I wish you'd do
it again -
I'll watch you leave here limping.

“Do it again, I
dare you...” he said with cold danger, but the man shook his
head and thought it prudent to melt into the crowd.

“Saix, what do
you think you're-”

Saix pressed a finger
to Xemnas' lips, trembling at his own audacity and those amber eyes
widened, all their attention on him
and him only.

I wish you'd do
it again.
Each night seems like it's getting worse.

“More and more,”
Saix growled. “More and more they flock to you, watch you...
touch you. I can stand it no
longer. They have no right.”

Xemnas'
eyes widened further, if that was possible, and those around them had
grown still and silent, watching the exchange.

I
wish you'd do it again.
This time somebody's getting hurt.

“What...?”
he whispered against Saix's finger and the bouncer glanced around.
What was he doing? He knew he didn't have the right either, and it
stung to acknowledge that – he was everything he disliked so
intently about all those fawning, flocking bastards.

“I... You... You
are...”

He drew his hand away
suddenly, aware that he was touching that which he shouldn't,
sullying that which was perfect. He had broken his own rules, done
what made him so angry. His hands fisted so hard he drew blood from
his palms.

“I'm... I'm
sorry... Master... I haven't
the right,” he said haltingly, and turned abruptly on his heel,
with every intention of leaving and never coming back.

“Saix,”
Xemnas said firmly and he was powerless to do anything but obey.
Slowly, he turned back again, meeting that amber gaze. His Master
smirked, sending his stomach dropping away from behind his navel.

The
man stood, silver hair shifting about his shoulders, and Saix knew
he'd won, he'd beaten them all, when Xemnas' mouth took his.

There
goes the next contestant.
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