Kingdom Hearts (Zexion/Lexaeus)
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kinkfestTitle: Wholly Distracting
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ladycrysiana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Creative use of illusions, Sex
Summary: Zexion decides it's time to get Lexaeus' attention.
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts, Zexion: Illusion and Deception, Fantasy of being with someone else during sex - "Who do you want me to be?"
A/N: This came out weirder than I thought it would, but I hope people will enjoy it.
Stripped down to the core, most people prefer illusion to truth. It's a simple fact - most of our memories are softened, to make us look better, to make others look worse. Our minds protect us by forgetting what's really there and giving us what we want, the seeming of wholeness, of superiority, of purity or of justice. People live most of their lives seeing what they want to see rather than what is, and yet they would deny that they prefer illusion to reality.
People claim to want to see what is truly there, when they have no concept of what it is like to know reality.
It is dark in the World that Never Was, though one had no trouble seeing there. Kingdom Hearts appears as a moon in the sky, but its light does not pierce the walls of the castle. And yet one can see in the castle, the way up the stairs, the way around. There are no shadows, or few shadows. When a place is so cloaked in darkness, shadows seem to be redundant. With no sources of light, there is no way for shadows to congregate.
It is a strange thing, one that Zexion usually puts out of his mind. He can see just fine in the World that Never Was, in the castle, and so why should he concern himself with how one can see in an absence of light? It's just another one of the castle's illusions - one believes one sees what is there. Zexion is never entirely sure that the castle looks as they perceive it, but he has learned, through his abilities and his studies, that it does not matter. What lies beneath has no bearing on anything, so long as one only reacts to what one sees.
Vexen, Zexion supposes, would consider what he's about to do an experiment. Marluxia and Xigbar, different as they are, would consider it a game. He considers it an exercise. And, perhaps, he allows, a bit of a game, if one that will have no winner.
It is only their private spaces that have what resemble real doors. Zexion knocks on one of them, rolling his eyes when it creaks open in response. There's no need for creaking here; it is an affectation that he admits he does not quite understand, though he supposes it amuses Lexaeus, else Lexaeus would not tolerate it. Zexion does not announce himself, simply slips inside, already tugging at his gloves.
Lexaeus is seated on the bed, puzzle pieces scattered around him, a half-formed three-dimensional puzzle slowly rising into what looks to be a spire. He does not look up as Zexion sets his gloves on the dresser across from the bed. The room is spare, with the large bed, a dresser, a chair and a bookcase, and a woven rug, the last an acquisition from some doomed world or other. It stretches tall, the ceiling receding into darkness, and yet, Zexion thinks, it feels calm. Perhaps it is merely Lexaeus who fills the room with calm, Lexaeus who has not yet looked up, though Zexion is fiddling with the zipper of his coat, his stance just short of a pose.
How irritating, to be ignored.
Well, there's a way to fix that. Zexion pads over to the bed, hopefully radiating an air of not being annoyed, even at the lack of a simple hello. He settles on the side, eyeing the puzzle and swinging his legs a bit, letting himself look disarmingly young for a moment. "I hope," he says, "I'm not bothering you." He goes back to fingering his zipper. He'll have to wait for a response - hopefully he's actually to get one. Lexaeus' forbearance could outlast mountains.
Lexaeus looks up, briefly. "You are not distracting me," he says evenly. His tone - not amused, because, Zexion thinks, Lexaeus is more capable than most anyone he knows at not giving anything away - nonetheless assures Zexion that Lexaeus knew this would be a game before Zexion arrived, and it is Zexion who is not yet playing properly. Lexaeus turns back to his puzzle. The unused pieces remain in a box, while the spire trembles at the movement of people on the bed.
"Well," Zexion says lightly. "I'll just have to fix that." He scoots further onto the bed, pulling his zipper down and his coat open. He does not now expect Lexaeus to look, and is reassured when Lexaeus does not. It gives him time to wrap the illusion around himself - taller and wiry, scarred and with an eye patch, and the picture of someone who lives to be obnoxiously distracting. The voice is easy to fake; the words less so, but not clumsy. He's known Xigbar that long. "This any more distracting, Lex?"
Lexaeus makes a muffled sound that in one less dignified would be called a snort. Zexion almost expects to be told that he's cheating, but Lexaeus merely picks up the puzzle and sets the completed part and the box on the floor. Zexion rolls over onto his side, letting the illusion fade until he's back to himself, smirking at Lexaeus.
Lexaeus is still settled on the bed. Still, Zexion adds to himself, disappointingly dressed. "So," Zexion says lightly, "With what shall I entertain you tonight? Obviously I'm not enough to rivet your attention myself." He doesn't wait for a response, letting his eyes fall half-closed as he pulls a new illusion around himself. Short blond hair replaces his own, the blue of his eyes changing and...hm. There is much to be said about the mind supporting illusion; if Lexaeus likes the idea of bedding Larxene well enough, maybe he will believe he can feel breasts when he touches Zexion's chest. Zexion hears Lexaeus' soft, surprised noise and lets himself smirk again, stretching idly and sighing. It is but a minor victory.
It seems only appropriate to turn over, to crawl into Lexaeus' lap and press himself up to kiss Lexaeus. Zexion idly feels his coat being peeled the rest of the way off, Lexaeus' hands settling at his waist before the man reaches to undo Zexion's pants. It's rushed, moving faster than Zexion is used to, but he shall have to file this away for the future, to see if there's something to this illusion that catches Lexaeus so. Zexion stretches up on his knees so that Lexaeus can push his pants down and reaches to unzip Lexaeus' coat at least. Lexaeus seems unconcerned, his large hands ghosting over Zexion's skin, laying Zexion back on the bed and bending over him.
It's a familiar feeling, Lexaeus bending over him, enclosing him under his bulk and in his shadow, and the sensation goes right to Zexion's cock. He doesn't mind that he's bare in front of Lexaeus now, or that Lexaeus is bent to trace between Zexion's breasts with his tongue. Still, Zexion pushes back on Lexaeus shoulders, waiting until Lexaeus reluctantly sits back to tug his coat off. Zexion smirks at Lexaeus, licking his lips and running his hand down over the pert breasts and his abdomen, and pulls himself up before spreading his legs.
Maintaining this is harder, now; he'll have to abandon the image soon, but Lexaeus' gaze is locked on him and so he reaches down between his legs, pretends to stroke the pink folds, his fingers coming back slick. He finds himself gasping anyway, a flush coming to his cheeks, and Lexaeus is pulling him close, roughly but still with control in the motion.
Zexion scrabbles to undo Lexaeus' pants, unzipping them even as Lexaeus kisses him hard again. It's Lexaeus who is reaching over to the dresser, slicking himself with oil before he pushes into Zexion. This has hardly been a challenge at all, it occurs to Zexion, and yet being held like this, pressed up naked against Lexaeus so quickly, he cannot think to complain. He's won, after all, and that makes it sweeter as he lets the illusion fade, grasps his cock and works at it.
Now it's almost overwhelming, heat growing in Zexion until it explodes, bringing with it a moment of pure feeling. He hangs on, idly aware that it takes Lexaeus a bit longer, and willing to be magnanimous in his victory. They remain entwined afterwards, limp against each other, and, Zexion suspects, wholly content, for the moment.
"That," Lexaeus murmurs, "was wholly distracting." Zexion makes a vague sound of assent. The game was entertaining this time. Obviously, they will have to do this again, sometime soon.
Author/Artist:
ladycrysianaRating: NC-17
Warnings: Creative use of illusions, Sex
Summary: Zexion decides it's time to get Lexaeus' attention.
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts, Zexion: Illusion and Deception, Fantasy of being with someone else during sex - "Who do you want me to be?"
A/N: This came out weirder than I thought it would, but I hope people will enjoy it.
Stripped down to the core, most people prefer illusion to truth. It's a simple fact - most of our memories are softened, to make us look better, to make others look worse. Our minds protect us by forgetting what's really there and giving us what we want, the seeming of wholeness, of superiority, of purity or of justice. People live most of their lives seeing what they want to see rather than what is, and yet they would deny that they prefer illusion to reality.
People claim to want to see what is truly there, when they have no concept of what it is like to know reality.
It is dark in the World that Never Was, though one had no trouble seeing there. Kingdom Hearts appears as a moon in the sky, but its light does not pierce the walls of the castle. And yet one can see in the castle, the way up the stairs, the way around. There are no shadows, or few shadows. When a place is so cloaked in darkness, shadows seem to be redundant. With no sources of light, there is no way for shadows to congregate.
It is a strange thing, one that Zexion usually puts out of his mind. He can see just fine in the World that Never Was, in the castle, and so why should he concern himself with how one can see in an absence of light? It's just another one of the castle's illusions - one believes one sees what is there. Zexion is never entirely sure that the castle looks as they perceive it, but he has learned, through his abilities and his studies, that it does not matter. What lies beneath has no bearing on anything, so long as one only reacts to what one sees.
Vexen, Zexion supposes, would consider what he's about to do an experiment. Marluxia and Xigbar, different as they are, would consider it a game. He considers it an exercise. And, perhaps, he allows, a bit of a game, if one that will have no winner.
It is only their private spaces that have what resemble real doors. Zexion knocks on one of them, rolling his eyes when it creaks open in response. There's no need for creaking here; it is an affectation that he admits he does not quite understand, though he supposes it amuses Lexaeus, else Lexaeus would not tolerate it. Zexion does not announce himself, simply slips inside, already tugging at his gloves.
Lexaeus is seated on the bed, puzzle pieces scattered around him, a half-formed three-dimensional puzzle slowly rising into what looks to be a spire. He does not look up as Zexion sets his gloves on the dresser across from the bed. The room is spare, with the large bed, a dresser, a chair and a bookcase, and a woven rug, the last an acquisition from some doomed world or other. It stretches tall, the ceiling receding into darkness, and yet, Zexion thinks, it feels calm. Perhaps it is merely Lexaeus who fills the room with calm, Lexaeus who has not yet looked up, though Zexion is fiddling with the zipper of his coat, his stance just short of a pose.
How irritating, to be ignored.
Well, there's a way to fix that. Zexion pads over to the bed, hopefully radiating an air of not being annoyed, even at the lack of a simple hello. He settles on the side, eyeing the puzzle and swinging his legs a bit, letting himself look disarmingly young for a moment. "I hope," he says, "I'm not bothering you." He goes back to fingering his zipper. He'll have to wait for a response - hopefully he's actually to get one. Lexaeus' forbearance could outlast mountains.
Lexaeus looks up, briefly. "You are not distracting me," he says evenly. His tone - not amused, because, Zexion thinks, Lexaeus is more capable than most anyone he knows at not giving anything away - nonetheless assures Zexion that Lexaeus knew this would be a game before Zexion arrived, and it is Zexion who is not yet playing properly. Lexaeus turns back to his puzzle. The unused pieces remain in a box, while the spire trembles at the movement of people on the bed.
"Well," Zexion says lightly. "I'll just have to fix that." He scoots further onto the bed, pulling his zipper down and his coat open. He does not now expect Lexaeus to look, and is reassured when Lexaeus does not. It gives him time to wrap the illusion around himself - taller and wiry, scarred and with an eye patch, and the picture of someone who lives to be obnoxiously distracting. The voice is easy to fake; the words less so, but not clumsy. He's known Xigbar that long. "This any more distracting, Lex?"
Lexaeus makes a muffled sound that in one less dignified would be called a snort. Zexion almost expects to be told that he's cheating, but Lexaeus merely picks up the puzzle and sets the completed part and the box on the floor. Zexion rolls over onto his side, letting the illusion fade until he's back to himself, smirking at Lexaeus.
Lexaeus is still settled on the bed. Still, Zexion adds to himself, disappointingly dressed. "So," Zexion says lightly, "With what shall I entertain you tonight? Obviously I'm not enough to rivet your attention myself." He doesn't wait for a response, letting his eyes fall half-closed as he pulls a new illusion around himself. Short blond hair replaces his own, the blue of his eyes changing and...hm. There is much to be said about the mind supporting illusion; if Lexaeus likes the idea of bedding Larxene well enough, maybe he will believe he can feel breasts when he touches Zexion's chest. Zexion hears Lexaeus' soft, surprised noise and lets himself smirk again, stretching idly and sighing. It is but a minor victory.
It seems only appropriate to turn over, to crawl into Lexaeus' lap and press himself up to kiss Lexaeus. Zexion idly feels his coat being peeled the rest of the way off, Lexaeus' hands settling at his waist before the man reaches to undo Zexion's pants. It's rushed, moving faster than Zexion is used to, but he shall have to file this away for the future, to see if there's something to this illusion that catches Lexaeus so. Zexion stretches up on his knees so that Lexaeus can push his pants down and reaches to unzip Lexaeus' coat at least. Lexaeus seems unconcerned, his large hands ghosting over Zexion's skin, laying Zexion back on the bed and bending over him.
It's a familiar feeling, Lexaeus bending over him, enclosing him under his bulk and in his shadow, and the sensation goes right to Zexion's cock. He doesn't mind that he's bare in front of Lexaeus now, or that Lexaeus is bent to trace between Zexion's breasts with his tongue. Still, Zexion pushes back on Lexaeus shoulders, waiting until Lexaeus reluctantly sits back to tug his coat off. Zexion smirks at Lexaeus, licking his lips and running his hand down over the pert breasts and his abdomen, and pulls himself up before spreading his legs.
Maintaining this is harder, now; he'll have to abandon the image soon, but Lexaeus' gaze is locked on him and so he reaches down between his legs, pretends to stroke the pink folds, his fingers coming back slick. He finds himself gasping anyway, a flush coming to his cheeks, and Lexaeus is pulling him close, roughly but still with control in the motion.
Zexion scrabbles to undo Lexaeus' pants, unzipping them even as Lexaeus kisses him hard again. It's Lexaeus who is reaching over to the dresser, slicking himself with oil before he pushes into Zexion. This has hardly been a challenge at all, it occurs to Zexion, and yet being held like this, pressed up naked against Lexaeus so quickly, he cannot think to complain. He's won, after all, and that makes it sweeter as he lets the illusion fade, grasps his cock and works at it.
Now it's almost overwhelming, heat growing in Zexion until it explodes, bringing with it a moment of pure feeling. He hangs on, idly aware that it takes Lexaeus a bit longer, and willing to be magnanimous in his victory. They remain entwined afterwards, limp against each other, and, Zexion suspects, wholly content, for the moment.
"That," Lexaeus murmurs, "was wholly distracting." Zexion makes a vague sound of assent. The game was entertaining this time. Obviously, they will have to do this again, sometime soon.
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