Moonlight

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Silver and cold, the light of the heart-shaped moon had now reached the tips of his black boots, and would soon completely bathe him in an argent nimbus. So peaceful a scenery, an intangible mystery that gave the vast room an eerie quietness. At least. Normally. Tonight, the peace and quiet were torn by the might of roars and howls, the clicking of chains onto the marble floor, and precipitated, furious steps hammering the ground. Oh he knew his presence here aroused the wrath and excited the ire of the frenzied creature and despite all of the warnings and even, yes, interdictions to come and see him during that night, he couldn’t have helped himself. Curiosity had won over everything else, so there he sat, in complete silence and awe, his eyes fixated onto the other man.

Out of sheer reflex, he pressed his back against the wall when a furious lunge brought the berserker’s claymore a little too close but he knew he was out of reach. Silly thoughts ran through his mind, and he had to tighten his hands in fists, digging his short nails in his palms.

“You wouldn’t let me would you…”

His voice was a mere whisper, eyes wide and observing. Had the berserker even heard him? No. Probably not. All reasoning process had left him. But how much he wished he could walk up to him, touch his face and soothe that anger tearing him up apart.

It was both a majestic and frightening sight.

“It’s tearing you apart, isn’t it…”

Brainless, reckless nobodies had crawled close to the man, curious, and the mind-mage watched them be crushed to death like insects, some of them flying across the room and one even landing next to him. And more roars, more anguish-filled roars echoed when the insignificant nobodies had been smashed and he was left with no toy to play with.

“I’m glad tomorrow you will not remember my presence here.”

He smiled a little, albeit bitterly, at his own words. He knew the berserker hated to be witnessed in this state, but ah he had had to see.

He pushed himself up to his feet, fixing his coat, and watched him just a little longer, unable to take his eyes off of him.

“…Good night, Saïx.”

His voice was a mere whisper but speaking louder was useless as the berserker didn’t comprehend him anyhow.

And wasn’t he surprised when in a sudden fit of rage the berserker shook the ground hard with a powerful quake, and sent a wave of hoary energy his way. He fell with a soft scream, panic immediately reading in his eyes. Another scream escaped him, strangled and pained, his hands gripping onto the chains slowly but surely dragging him closer to the berserker. Gods no! Was this how he was going to meet his end? How foolish and wasted! His frantic, silvery-blue eyes shifted right and left, then settled upon the other’s face. So close. They were inches apart. Despite the fear shaking his small body, he got lost into the amber gaze of the berserker’s eyes, and his head reared back when the other’s mouth opened wide and bit his throat, piercing the skin easily.

He squirmed and struggled vainly, his fists hitting the man’s chest, and he screwed his eyes shut. The pain made him shake violently, his body fell limp against the berserker’s and he placed trembling arms around his neck, holding on feebly. His mind was racing, trying to find some kind of way out of this. Pain made it hard to concentrate, he felt the fangs dig deeper in his flesh, tearing in his neck and he squeaked, startled, when the berserker abruptly tossed him to the cold ground. He oofed, hitting his head and blinking, little black dots dancing before his eyes. At the feet of the berserker, at his utter mercy, he shook and looked up, stunned by the hit. Thick, red blood poured down his throat in a puddle on the floor. He brought an arm up to cover his face as the berserker swooped in and tore the leather coat off effortlessly. Shocked, he felt all the more vulnerable without the thick leather protecting his lithe frame, and he vaguely wondered the reason of this out of place move. The explanation came seconds after, when the berserker unleashed his nails onto him, digging and clawing. His t-shirt was torn to shreds, his skin mutilated and the pain in his body then just became too much. In a last attempt at saving his life, he called on his powers and shut his eyes tight, his body jerking up then falling down again as it grew taller and larger into the form of Xemnas. He grunted, prying his eyes open and staring up at the berserker. The sudden change had seemed to bewilder him. He towered over the mind-mage with a mix of confusion and anguish in his eyes, visibly hesitant on what to do next.

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you, Seven?”

He did not recognize his own voice when he spoke. It was deeper, slower, and it appeared to be confusing the berserker even more. He found the strength to sit up, ignoring the protestations of his body as he did so. His long silver hair stained in red, sticking to one side of his face. He grunted, forcing his orange eyes to remain open. He had to get away from him, now, before the berserker would overcome his confusion and decide to tear into him again. But his coat had been tossed away quite far, and he could not portal without it. He saw no other way out of this mess, and albeit reluctantly, he took advantage of the berserker’s current confusion to materialize nothingness into solid matter, sending a projectile at the other’s head with all the speed and strength he could muster, hoping it was going to be enough to render him unconscious. He watched, horrified, the tall form of Seven crashing down with grunts of pain, right down onto him. Trapped under the unconscious berserker, he heaved a resigned sigh and shut his eyes. He didn’t have the strength to roll the other off anymore, nor did he have the strength to maintain Xemnas’s form and he flinched once back to his own self, feeling the crushing weight of the berserker onto him. Trapped, exhausted and defeated, he placed shaky arms around the other man, fading into sleep after long minutes of stress.

“…Zexion?”

The voice sounded concerned, worried even. And oh so very far, as if speaking from miles away.

“Zexion, answer me.”

Ah so insistent, couldn’t it let him sleep? He didn’t want to rouse, it felt numb and comfortable where he was. He grunted, pain registering in the back of his mind. He felt the breath, warm and soft, of another onto his face, and then the heavy weight of another body pressed to his.

“…What… Where… Am I?”

His own voice was hoarse, and choked. He winced, grimacing and forcing his eyes open, surprised to find Saïx’s face so near. Despite the pain and the fatigue, he blushed.

“In a place you shouldn’t be at.”

Ah. That made sense, didn’t it. He felt foolish, and embarrassed, staring up into Seven’s eyes. He shouldn’t be here, true.

“…Will you tell the Superior?”

Zexion enquired, wishing his voice wasn’t that raspy. Xemnas would be furious if he learned. He had forbidden them to enter this room. And how much of an idiot would he pass for, if the others learned he had come in here and got caught…

“No.”

And Xemnas would punish him, and… Ah wait. Did he say no? Relieved, he nodded slowly and rested his eyes. He realized then, and only then, that his arms were still around Saïx’s body, in an intimate embrace. Moving them now and abruptly would look stupid, and yet keeping them there made him a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat, shifting his body under the berserker’s.

“But you owe me some explanations.”

True. He did, didn’t he. Zexion sighed, wishing Saïx would move off him, but apparently Seven looked mighty comfortable up there for he showed no signs of moving any time soon. He slowly dropped one arm to the floor, casually, and looked up. There must have been something in his expression then because Saïx finally moved off of him. He breathed deeply, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“However, first you need some healing, and rest.”

Zexion squeaked, surprised and sore, when a pair of strong arms scooped him up and off the floor. Saïx’s grip was firm yet gentle, carrying the mind-mage back to his own room after recovering the leather coat from the floor. He laid the lithe bundle down on the large bed, silently.

“You don’t have to…”

He started, watching Saïx and coughing a little. The berserker only shook his head, disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a vial containing, Zexion knew, an elixir. Those were rare, and pricy, to be used only in emergencies!

“I cannot accept, I can make do with a simple…”
“Drink.” Saïx cut in, ignoring his protestations and uncorking the vial that he handed over to Zexion.

Well. It was open now, might as well drink it for it would be wasted anyway. He curled his fingers delicately around the vial and drank the awful content in a long gulp, making a face. Disgusting taste. It kicked in immediately however and he felt rejuvenated, his wounds healing up and barely leaving any traces of the berserker on his body. It hit him then that he was shirtless, and he closed his arms on his torso, as if cold.

“And now I want to know why I came to lying onto your body.” Saïx’s impassive voice came.

Zexion wiggled, mentally kicking himself. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot!! He sighed, sitting back against the pillows.

“I was curious.” He admitted, albeit he knew it would not suffice to satisfy Saïx.
“I could have killed you.”

He knew! Gods did he know he could have died there at the hands of an ally. Zexion shifted and closed his arms on himself again, rubbing his arms with his hands.

“Imbecile.”

Saïx’s voice lashed out at him, and the berserker took a comforter out of his closet that he placed around the mind-mage’s shoulders, sitting beside Zexion on the bed.

“You’re a valuable asset to us, Six. Jeopardizing your life in such a ridiculous, unnecessary way is so unintelligent that I cannot comprehend why you, out of all people, did it.”

Zexion flinched, looking down. So rude! But Saïx was right, wasn’t he? He had no answer to this, and thus he merely watched the patterns on the blanket, absently.

“What were you trying to accomplish? I know you are not stupid enough to defy a direct order of the Superior, and endanger your life, out of mere curiosity.”

Ah. Did he now? Zexion bitterly smiled, and some of his cool came back, now that he was warm and healed, and safe and sound. He looked up, leaning comfortably against the pillows.

“And what if it were only curiosity?” Zexion questioned.
“Then I would need to revise my opinion of you, Six. And who knows, maybe will I regret not having killed you.”

They stared at each other for a while. Saïx impassible and stolid, Zexion defiant and cocky. But it wouldn’t work with the berserker now would it.

“Very well. It was not only curiosity, if you must know.”
“Go on.”

Saïx insisted, imperturbable, and unfazed by Zexion’s attitude. He knew better. The mind-mage acted tough, but his fragility and vulnerability was plain as day in his eyes.

“What does it matter, Seven?”
“You are not leaving here until you have explained to me without deceptions and lies, why you came into this room during a full moon and nearly got killed in the process.”

Zexion rolled his eyes a little, crossing his arms. Insistent~… He knew he could easily elude others and turn their questions back at them, but Saïx was something else.

“…I wanted to see you.” He confessed, glancing off.
“See me?” Saïx answered, surprised.

Apparently the diviner hadn’t been expecting that, and Zexion hid a smirk, watching the other. The ghost of an expression had washed over the berserker’s face but it was already gone.

“That’s right. See you. I wanted to see you, Seven. I wanted to witness this other side of yours that none of us had seen so far, aside from the Superior.”
“There is a reason why nobody had seen me like this Zexion.”

Still. It stunned the berserker, and momentarily, he was at a loss as to what he should say. Composing himself again then, he turned to see Zexion better.

“And why were you so eager to see it?” Saïx narrowed his eyes.
“Fascination.” He knew this would not be enough, so he thought and weighted his words before adding, “You who are so collected and phlegmatic, I wanted to witness your loss of control, your rage and fury. It is beautiful, don’t you know?”
“Idiot.”

He said once more, shaking his head in disbelief. Zexion had endangered his life for that? He felt the urge to grab him and shake some sense back into his head, but refrained. Losing his cool was not something he did and like, hence why he despised the berserk periods. Zexion had a lopsided grin, shifting and readying himself to stand.

“Just a minute.” He stopped him from rising, his hand firmly holding Zexion’s limber frame down.
“What is this? Let go, Seven. This conversation is over, now.”
“This might work on others, but it won’t on me, Zexion.”

The mind-mage gave him a cold stare but didn’t argue, decided to remain of ice in front of Saïx’s intimidation. His resolve melted a little bit by bit with every second passing by, as the berserker approached his face.

“Wh—What are you doing, Seven?” He frowned, his breath caught up in his lungs.
“Tell me the truth, Zexion. There is something going on in that little head of yours, and I will not be content until you told me.”
“Nonsense. It was nothing more than what I told you. Stop! Don’t get that close..!”

Zexion froze and brought a hand up, flattening his palm onto Saïx’s chest in a silly attempt at pushing him. His fingers tightened and curled into the fabric of the berserker’s shirt, a long sigh escaping his frame as their lips touched and met into a soft kiss. His other hand balled up into a fist and hit the other man on his shoulder, but so lightly Saïx hardly felt it at all.

“Why did you come to this room Zexion? Why were you embracing me? Why are you always looking at me? Why are you so fascinated with me?”

The torrent of questions made him dizzy, his eyes half-lidded and his lips parted, humid with their saliva. He gritted his teeth when he realized how he had abandoned himself, straightening.

“…Your imagination is wild, Seven, there is nothing more to this than…” He was shut by another kiss, his fist hitting the berserker again with the same lightness. Damn him!
“Answer me.”

Zexion felt cornered, and that was something he could not cope with. Aggravated yet finding himself longing for more of the sweet kisses, he scowled and pushed at the other with both hands this time.

“That is enough! I owe you nothing, and now I wish to leave. I have work to do, I have wasted enough time here already. Move away, Seven.”
“It’s my turn to be fascinated.” Saïx answered simply.
“And why is that?” He couldn’t help asking.
“You’re a master of illusions and deceptions, your skills at leading others astray are amazing, and yet your lies fall flat when you try with me. I can see right through you, and I don’t even have to try. You pathetically and miserably fail at lying to me.”
“How… How dare you!” Zexion blurted, offended, but oh so very aware of how true this was.
“I do, too.”

He had been readying himself to throw insults at Saïx’s face but the words died on his lips. He did, too? What was that… Supposed to mean? Or maybe he knew too well what it meant. For a moment they only looked at each other in silence, Zexion’s hands still into fists but uselessly paused into the air in a rather amusing pose. Saïx took them in his own hands, kissed the white knuckles, and pulled Zexion closer to enlace him, locking their lips into another kiss.

Zexion melted and surrendered, returning the kiss. He could hardly believe this was happening. His hands, now free from the berserker’s, sunk into waves of blue hair as he slouched and dragged Saïx down.

“…But I still think it was stupid to come into the room yesterday, Zexion. Imagine my grief if I had killed you.”
“…Don’t be ridiculous…” He said in a sigh, eyes shut. “You wouldn’t have grieved, we have no hearts.”

Saïx didn’t bother replying, laying atop the smaller male and raining kisses down onto his pale torso after his hands had pulled the covers away. He watched the shivers rippling onto Zexion’s skin, his tongue flickering across a pink nub of flesh.

“Aaah~…” He curled into that exploring mouth, his hand weaving with the long locks. Oh he hadn’t been touched in so long, it felt like forever.

He pressed his thumb to the nipple’s twin, rubbing the sensitive flesh then giving gentle tugs on the erect tip. Zexion’s sighs and moans delighted him, and he hungered for more of them. His tongue danced upon the skin, tracing invisible patterns all the way down to the waistband of Zexion’s pants. Saïx sat up, his fingers disrobing the other teasingly slow.

Zexion propped himself up onto his elbows, watching Saïx shamelessly and licking at his lips, not missing a second of the berserker stripping down. He greeted the other man’s body with an arm, caressing him and kissing everywhere he could reach. His skin was flushed with desire, and there was no playing the innocent anymore, Zexion wanted him, and let it show. He undulated beneath Saïx, pressing and rubbing, moaning and whining softly in Seven’s ear.

Saïx was a little surprised at such eagerness and abandon, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. He should have known under these false airs of pious and disinterested man hid a lascivious and erotic creature. Despite it all, he wanted to take it slow and make it last, thus he ignored the enticing moves of Zexion’s hips for the instant and focused instead on discovering him. His fingers touched all of him, rubbing and even playfully nipping here and there. Now and again he would linger on a particular spot when the whines intensified, and he knew he had the mind-mage crazed with luscious desire when he heard Zexion beseech him in a sultry tone, his thighs opening and closing onto Saïx in a rhythmic, enthralling pace. The berserker reached out and took the tube of lubricant from his drawer, gently thrusting it into Zexion’s hand.

“…What? What am I supposed to do with it?” Six frowned, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breath.

Saïx answered nothing, rising a hand and wiggling his fingers slowly. Zexion cocked an eyebrow, apparently not quite understanding.

“…Are you sure you want me to do it, Zexion?” He said, ceasing the wiggle of his hand to better show how sharp and long his nails were. At this point, they were more like claws.
“…Ah.” Zexion smirked, and twisted open the tube. “Fine.”

He sat back on his heels to make way, and at the same time better see the show Zexion was putting on for him. His eyes did not once let go of that hand, expectantly watching the first digit disappear into the entrance Saïx felt ravenous for. At the second finger, the berserker shifted his position and sighed deeply, biting on his lip.

“…Turn over.” Saïx gently ordered, nodding when Zexion gave him a little glance.
“As you wish.”

He did as told, on his knees with one hand gripping on the headboard, the other slowly running down his spine and resuming his work. Zexion, very aware of the effect upon Saïx, pushed loud and audible moans of pleasure on purpose while he scissored his fingers inside himself, and he rocked his hips smoothly, obviously to drive Saïx insane with lust. He looked above his shoulder at the other, his features distorted with desire in a sexy expression.

“…You’re quite naughty, Mister Zexion.” He commented, voice laced with passion. “I would dare say, lechery, even.”
“Mm-mn… Is that so? You should come and get me, then, Saïx~…”
“Oh I will, don’t you worry. But I am most convinced you can become all the lewder.”

A soft frown darkened Zexion’s features for a second, visibly displeased that his demeanor was not enough to ensnare Saïx and enslave him with desire, but the moment after such strong pleasure exploded inside him when the berserker thrust his tongue inside, that he forgot about it all and pushed a long, raspy wail that reverberated into the room. His fingers paused, then feverishly resumed and frantically accompanied that tongue eating him from the inside.

“Gods, Saïx..!” He screamed again, his nails digging in the headboard. “Aaah~..! More, oh please, more!”

He sent his rump against that mouth, crying out and furiously wiggling his trapped fingers inside the canal. Saïx grabbed his hips, pushing more of his tongue inside Zexion, unbothered by the fingers there that weren’t his. He wanted to have him climax, he needed to have him explode in pleasure this way, and he inwardly smiled when the mind-mage shifted his fingers to make room for a third one, his body shaking.

“T—Take me..! Please, please!! Impale me, Saïx… Aaah~… I need you inside me, please, please…” He implored the berserker, bucking wildly with sharp, needy jerks.

Saïx stubbornly refused, one of his hands grabbing Zexion’s wrist and guiding him as the mind-mage searched along the inner walls for this sweet little place. He knew they had found it when the screams got louder, and Saïx watched, enthralled, Six riding the waves of the most powerful orgasm he had ever given anyone. Zexion’s face in the throes of ecstasy was something that would be forever burned in Saïx’s memory, and he was quick to mount him when the smaller male removed his fingers. His body was still quivering with his climax when Saïx thrust inside him, kneeling behind Zexion. The berserker ignored the pulsing, leaking prick jumping onto Six’s stomach and instead took both his hips to slam into him in a pounding, drilling rhythm. Zexion’s screams rose again, filled his ears like music, and to them Saïx’s own moans and soft growls echoed. He sat back on his heels, dragging Zexion into his lap and moving his lithe form in an up-and-down motion, ramming him near-ruthlessly.

Bouncing wildly onto the berserker, his throat raw from the screams, Zexion shut his eyes tightly as stars exploded behind them, and he felt like his lungs were going to burst. He angled his hips, attempting to have Saïx hammer his prostate again.

Seven abruptly shoved him off, and laid down beside him upon his back, reaching for Zexion, motioning.

He was quick to understand, straddling Saïx’s lap and guiding the throbbing cock back inside his needy body. Resuming the savage pace, he trashed his head behind, hanging it between his shoulders, and his fingers splayed onto Saïx’s pectorals, he howled out his name in a shameless mantra.

Saïx strived to find the magic spot anew, and when he did, he kept the angle, relentlessly stabbing Zexion’s insides with his cock and holding back until the mind-mage shook with a second orgasm. Then and only then did he let go, spilling the white essence inside Zexion, filling him up with the thick fluids. Gasping heavily, nails digging into Six’s thin frame, he held him down firmly onto his body until the quivering of his own body had dulled and he could move again. Tossing Zexion away gently onto his back, he swooped in and took his unattended prick in his mouth.

Zexion was on the verge of release by then, and he came within seconds into the warm mouth, his legs folding up, his thighs closing on either side of Saïx’s head. He curled off the mattress with one last, soft scream, his body tense and arched until the last drop of come had been given to Saïx. Falling back to the bed, limp and breathless, he shut his eyes tight, absolutely exhausted and out of all energy.

Saïx swallowed it all and licked at his lips, coming to lie beside Zexion, his arms gently tugging him close in a warm embrace. He wasn’t a cuddler usually, but something about Zexion…

“That was… Saïx you are… Breathtaking.” He whispered softly, fatigued.
“Ditto, Zexion.”

He smiled a bit and kissed him, tightening his arms. They both needed the rest, and it wasn’t long before they fell asleep holding each other.