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The Organization bicycle	By : rhiada Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I.
With Xemnas it was humiliating.
Axel would be bent over a table most of the time and every now then Xemnas would have him in his lap, but not so that they were facing each other, oh no. Xemnas wanted Axel to know how little he meant, how powerless and unimportant he was. Axel cursed himself every time his dick got hard when Xemnas pounded into him. As uncaring as Xemnas was, he still knew how to use that big cock of his and he always had Axel panting and involuntarily moaning by the end of it.
And when Xemnas released inside of him (something he never did until he had made Axel orgasm first) he made no noise and Axel always thought, at least act as though you enjoy this, you sick fuck.
II.
With Xigbar it was dangerous.
Xigbar was into some kinky shit. Some kinky shit that even made Axel a little nervous (as nervous as a Nobody could get, anyway). He was probably into even more extreme kinky shit that Axel didn't know about and probably would never want to know about.
Xigbar liked gunplay and Axel never knew if the gun that was sometimes pressed to his temple or forced down his throat while Xigbar fucked him was loaded or not. He preferred not to know. It intensified the thrill he couldn't deny that he felt everytime it happened.
III.

With Xaldin it was rough.
Xaldin had only fucked him twice and both times had been after Axel had relentlessy teased and provoked him until Xaldin had simply forced him up against the nearest wall and fucked him until he could hardly breathe, let alone speak. It was always exactly what Axel had wanted and he often found himself aroused simply by looking at the bruises on his hips, thighs and throat that Xaldin always left behind.
IV.
With Vexen it was clinical.
Vexen liked to have Axel strapped to a table and use him as a test subject. Not for anything science-related, though. No, he'd test out various sex toys on Axel. His favourite thing to do was to put a cockring on Axel and torture him with an endless supply of toys until Axel was practically crying and begging to be allowed to come. Only then would Vexen let him. Only when Axel was reducing to pathetic, whimpering mess would he be allowed release. It was the best powertrip Vexen had ever experienced, even more so when Axel kept coming back for more.
V.
With Lexaeus it was quiet.
It wasn't just Lexaeus who was silent when he fucked Axel. Clearly he had no desire to hear Axel say a word, either, if the gag he always forced into the Flamer's mouth was any indication. Most of Axel's other sex partners liked the noises he made during sex. They liked the way he moaned and whimpered and cried out and begged, but not Lexaeus. Sometimes Axel was convinced that the only reason Lexaeus even fucked him was because it was one of the few times he could actually force Axel to shut up.
Axel couldn't say that he minded though, not really.
VI.
With Zexion it was unpredictable.
Zexion was, as a general rule, a bad idea. Despite his youth and his small, skinny statue he was not someone to be underestimated. The same held true in bed, Axel found. Zexion's mood decided if Axel was going to find himself tied down while Zexion summoned copies of himself to molest him while watching intently and touching himself, or if he was going to let Axel bend him over a table in the library and fuck him hard from behind, or if something completely different was going to happen.
The only prediction Axel could make was that he was going to be satisifed by the end of it.
VII.
With Saix it was familiar.
Saix still smelled and tasted vaguely like Isa once had, back when they were fumbly, nervous teenagers who kissed and touched each other during sleepovers. Gone was now the fumbling and the nervosity though, but Saix still looked vaguely like the boy Lea had once loved and that's why he kept finding himself in the Diviner's bed, always covered with bitemarks and scratches left by a possessive lover when it was over.
VIII.
With himself it was messy.
Axel knew his own body inside out and sometimes he preferred to be the one to bring pleasure to it. With heated hands he liked to toy with himself first, tease himself with fleeting touches before he'd wrap his hand around his erection. He liked to use toys--mainly vibrators--as he jerked himself off. Axel was loud even with himself, unashamed and comfortable with the pleasure, until he came messily all over his own sheets.
IX.
With Demyx it was relaxing.
There were times when all Axel wanted was a slow, lazy fuck and for that Demyx was the perfect partner. Demyx was the undisputed king of taking it easy (a nicer way to say that he was a lazy fuck, if you asked Saix), and Axel could appreciate that when he felt like taking it slow.
It didn't hurt that Demyx proved to be quite fantastic with his mouth, when he felt like making the effort.
X.
With Luxord it was sensual.
Like Demyx, Luxord liked to take it slow, but in a completely different way. Where Demyx was lazy, Luxord was patient and thorough. He left no place untouched as he explored Axel's body, finding sensitive places Axel hadn't even been aware of before. By the time the foreplay was over Axel was always a writhing, incoherent mess, begging to be fucked, and Luxord would grin and heed to his request. Luxord fucked with long, deep and slow strokes that left Axel panting and whimpering, unable to form words from the intensity of it all.
Axel often left Luxord's bed with the feeling that it wasn't just his body that had been fucked into a state of bliss, but his brain too.
XI.
With Marluxia it was impersonal.
Marluxia never directly touched Axel. Axel was, in his mind, far too below him to allow that. Instead he would use his powers to give the vines in his garden their own life. Life they used to tie Axel up and to slither over his body, around his cock, into his mouth and his ass. All the while Marluxia looked on with a hand down his pants.
The feeling of the vines was always both disgusting and extremely arousing and the exhibitionist in him was especially pleased.
XII.
With Larxene it was violent.
Larxene liked to fight before sex. Sparks and flames would fly between them until either Larxene had Axel pinned with her knives pressed up against his throat or Axel managed to trap her between his chakrams. The sex was always about as violent as the fight before it. Larxene would try to bite and claw and scratch at him if she was pinned beneath Axel and if she was on top Axel would get slapped and re-introduced to her knives that would leave him with thin scars all over.
After a night with Larxene Axel always came out looking like he'd been fighting rabid Heartless, but he sure as hell didn't mind.
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