kinkfest | Kingdom Hearts (Axel/Roxas/Demyx) (Reply)

Title: Ends and Means
Author/Artist:

syvia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very light bondage, power plays.
Word Count: 2587
Summary: Roxas sets up a threesome without first considering all the details.
Prompt: 36. Kingdom Hearts 2, Axel/Demyx/Roxas: Observation turning into action - “Both of you have something to offer me.”

"Do you wanna fuck?"

Demyx swayed in the middle of the hall, stopped, and turned to look over his shoulder. He decided he'd misheard Roxas.

He decided he wanted to know what Roxas had said that sounded so much like what he thought it had sounded like.

"...I'm sorry," he smiled charmingly, with a touch of what he knew sounded like apologetic confusion, "could you repeat that?"

Roxas' expression didn't change. He spoke slowly and distinctly, biting off each word. "Do. You. Want. To. Fuck?"

The Key of Destiny was not the most subtle member of the Organization.

Demyx considered that Axel might seek reparations for infringing on what he considered 'his territory', but Demyx could defend himself. Besides- Roxas would inevitably find out and, in turn, take Axel to task for implying that he could be considered territory.

In any case- this was more than an offer. It was an engraved invitation and Roxas was so pretty.

"Your room or mine?" Demyx grinned.

Axel walked into Roxas' chambers at the designated time, trademark smirk fixed upon his lips- humans thought it looked sexy and some part of him wanted to express appreciation for being invited.

But Roxas wasn't in there.

Demyx was.

Axel said nothing, raising an eyebrow. IX sat up, frowning cutely, and opened his mouth.

"Good. You're both on time."

Axel turned his head and watched Roxas stride from a portal- movements all business, all efficiency.

"Both?" Axel drawled. He'd been invited... and was getting the sense that Demyx had also been invited.... The shorter of the three was already stripping off his gloves and smoothing back his hood.

"Both," Roxas confirmed. "I've been watching you two. When you fight, you know each other's moves- how to counter them, some of what the other one is going to do. You're both agile and I already know Axel is a capable partner. I've heard Demyx can do the same when he applies himself. You can work together or against each other. Fucking is a lot like fighting, so you should make things interesting if you're both doing it at the same time."

Demyx raised his eyebrows, effecting surprise during the speech, then grinned.

Axel had also begun to grin. "You want a threesome?"

Roxas gave him a bland look. "I asked each of you if you wanted to fuck. You both said yes. So let's do it."

Axel paced forward, clasping a hand over Roxas' bare fingers- stopping him in the act of shedding his coat. "Awww, I feel insulted. Aren't I enough for you anymore?"

"I figured another person would give you more imagination."

Green eyes narrowed and the triangle-shaped markings on his cheeks crinkled slightly as he bared his teeth. "I'll take that as a challenge." Then Axel lifted Roxas' hand and sucked two fingers into his mouth. Roxas went still, then narrowed his eyes as well, looking down. Axel knew what he was doing- lessening one sense to take another in more detail. Well let him feel this.

Axel parted his lips, pulling back slightly, then breathed hot over the damp fingers before closing his mouth again and licking intently over the callused digits.

Demyx' smile was predatory as he approached, and although he glanced at Axel first, and he seemed ready to back off at any time, he reached under Roxas' arms and pressed his hands against the leather-clad chest. XIII tensed- then visibly made himself relax, one muscle at a time. Demyx pressed his fingertips firmly against Roxas' chest and drew his hands upward, finally grasping the zipper pull and drawing it slowly down.

Axel caught the look on Roxas' face just before he moved- Demyx yelped and jerked back- and gaped at the slashes in his coat and pants. He felt over himself with urgent- seemingly frantic gestures, checking for wounds.

He didn't find any.

Roxas turned to Axel and gave him a meaningful look. Axel smiled, took another step back, and burst into flames.

Demyx yelped again and Roxas turned back to him. "Are you going to disrobe, or do you need more help?"

The Nocturne gave him a hurt look. "Stripping's part of the fun!"

"You can still strip me, but I'm not waiting for you."

The flames died down and Axel stood there, naked, a hand on one bony hip. "He's impatient, what can I tell you?" He crossed the floor and helped Demyx off with his coat- then the boots. Their movements were efficient, but artful- Axel stood behind the other Nobody to give Roxas as unobstructed a view as possible. Roxas watched them, let the Keyblade slip from his hand to disappear back... to wherever the damn thing went when Roxas wasn't wreaking havoc.

Axel allowed himself time to run his hands over Demyx' skin, tightening his fingers over muscles- buttocks- cock- by the time they were both naked, Demyx had regained the lazy, smiling expression he was so very good at wearing.

Roxas wasn’t indifferent to the display. He stood there, watching, one hand stroking idly over his pants. The stone-faced expression might have annoyed Demyx if he really had the option of getting annoyed. He decided his goal would be to replace it with something else.

Slow and timid didn't seem to work- and when he really thought about Roxas' habits, that wasn't surprising. Demyx pulled away from Axel's attentive fingertips- they followed him for a bit- and approached the Key. No hesitation this time, Demyx took hold of Roxas' zipper pull and yanked it down. Axel had slipped around behind Roxas and took his coat by the shoulders, pulling backward- almost ripping it off, except he didn't. The zipper pulls had joined somewhere close to Roxas' navel, and between them and the skintight, tailored darkness that was the coat itself, pulled down around Roxas' elbows, it wasn't moving.

So neither did XIII.

This is not to say he didn't try, once he realized Axel had no interest in continuing. Demyx busied himself with Roxas' fly and heard Axel whisper into the younger Nobody's ear.

"Can you guess what I'm imagining now?" Then he bit, and began to suck on the skin beneath Roxas' ear.

Demyx swore as a leg kicked out, barely dodged out of the way. He took hold of Roxas' legs and set his chin on the bunched leather around his navel.

"Look," he said reasonably. "You were nice enough to invite us. You must've thought we could show you a good time." Demyx lowered his face, rubbing his chin along the hardening bulge in Roxas' pants. "Let us," he murmured.

"Get the jacket off."

Demyx gave Axel a narrow look- that was VIII's decision more than his at this point.

"You've never been part of a threesome," Axel murmured, smirking, stroking fingertips across pale nipples, "and I wasn't sure you realized, if you want us all to fuck," he said slowly, softly, drawing it out, "at the same time- at least one of us is gonna be in you."

With his arms still around Roxas' legs, Demyx started to pick at the kid's shoelaces. ...Black leather sneakers. Cute. Very cute. He hid a smirk and Axel continued to explain the situation.

"-Now I know what you're thinkin'. You could be at the end of the chain- and we could do our usual while I fuck Demyx-"

So XIII topped? The things you learned while your fellow Nobodies were butt naked. He felt warmer- anticipatory- at the suggestion.

"-but where's the imagination in that? How do you benefit, huh?"

One shoe- and the sock.

"What are you suggesting?" and Roxas didn't sound overly hostile at that. He was considering this. Demyx was already sold- hell, he was just happy to be here. Kind of.

Axel had wrapped one arm about Roxas' arms and chest, his hand tight on the far arm, pinning them together. The other hand was tugging Roxas' sleeve straight, and off, beginning the process that would free him from the coat.

"I fuck you- you fuck him."

Second shoe, followed by sock, and Demyx cautiously freed Roxas' legs. He glanced up- and found the younger Nobody staring at him, questioning with a look. Demyx smiled in a way he knew looked amused, eager.

"I am just all kinds of submissive," he murmured, reaching back up to the button of Roxas' fly.

"Yeah," and was that sarcasm? "I can see how submissive you are."

"No, really," he murmured. Demyx lifted his hands slowly and held them, palms out, at the level of his face. He smiled in a very unthreatening way and rose to his feet, then backed away. "Watch," he murmured, moving for the bed.

Demyx faced Roxas the entire time, smiling at Axel's narrowed eyes and leering expression. He sat on the bed and pushed himself backwards with hands and a well-placed foot, making a show of it.

Axel divested Roxas of his coat at last, swept it off to a nearby chair. Roxas didn't move, watching Demyx, no longer reluctant, it seemed. Well, XIII ran toward a fight, not away from it.

Demyx lay back, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his stomach- then on his leg as he bent one knee. He looked confident and comfortable and attentive- the looks on their faces made him more aroused. He smiled and it was an obvious invitation.

"Lube?" Demyx murmured, glancing at the bedside table.

"What if I said I didn't want any?" Roxas tossed out, still trying to keep the upper-hand.

Demyx leered as Axel smirked and helped Roxas off with his pants, making a tease out of it- stroking as he slipped them down over the Key's boxer shorts a centimeter at a time.

"Water knows how to keep itself lubricated," he purred, "but you'll hurt like hell."

Which was true, although Demyx preferred not to have to work so hard. Lubrication from a tube, or even bottle, was much better.

Axel, perhaps anticipating Roxas' answer that he could take it, interrupted. Demyx knew he preferred a smoother ride. "Top drawer, buried under the random clutter."

Of course Axel knew where to find lube in Roxas' room. Hell, he'd probably been the one to put it there. Demyx pulled it from the drawer and rolled back to his previous spot on the bed. They were still just standing there. Demyx frowned. Axel rolled his eyes theatrically and slid Roxas' pants down till gravity took over and they fell to the floor. He leaned close to the smaller Nobody's ear.

"I get the feeling that you're not quite into this," he murmured. "I find that insulting. Don't you find that insulting, Demyx?"

"Extremely insulting," Demyx said, turning the frown into a pout. Roxas was looking at him, but his head leaned toward Axel's face. He wasn't wholly unresponsive- Demyx had seen it. The question was how in hell they could get him to act.

"What are you gonna do about it, Axel?" Roxas murmured, eyes narrowing.

"Nothing. To you," Axel said, letting go of Roxas and moving around him. "But I think I may fuck Demyx. Since he's aroused, and I'm aroused," his tone was nonchalant, but his smirk wicked now that Roxas couldn't see it. Demyx caught it- and reacted as if Axel were simply leering at him, laying back with a look of satisfaction. He raised the lubricant and waggled it a bit. Axel grinned and it looked smug.

"I'm getting more and more aroused," Demyx murmured. Axel took the lube and squeezed a bit onto his fingers.

"Maybe we should send Roxas out," Axel mused, "since he's not contributing anything."

"Oh, I don't know. The look on his face is kinda hot," the Nocturne smirked. Said look was intent- approaching anger. He was still so pretty- even as close to rage as a Nobody could get. He continued to watch it, making a soft sound as Axel shifted his legs, stroked a finger up the crack of his ass and pushed in. Out again- in, Demyx twitched at the touch of more lubricant before it warmed against their flesh. Axel moved slowly, easily. Demyx had relaxed without any difficulty- practiced at loosening his muscles, thinking, focusing on the sensations and mental images to help him along the process. It felt... comfortable. Just a little stimulation- just enough to keep him going.

Axel didn't reach for the spot that made his breathing quicken. He didn't insert another finger. He wasn't trying to get Demyx off- and Demyx wasn't urging him on as he tilted his head back, lay against the sheets and made little moans of what sounded like pleasure.

They were putting on a show.

When Demyx felt a smaller hand rest on his bent leg and Axel removed his fingers, he whined at the loss of contact, but wanted more to smirk. He felt skin upon his own, looked up and stared into a more intense shade of blue than any ocean he'd ever seen. He groaned again and didn't know what that expression was as Roxas looked down at him for a moment- then thrust inside.

He murmured encouragement. Roxas knew what he was doing inasmuch as he moved, and moved in a constant rhythm, which Demyx matched. His palms were hot on the Nocturne's hips, but they didn't move. Sure, Roxas made a wonderful visual, lips parted, pale skin, those huge eyes. He was young, but he had all the useful parts and he knew what to do with them. Still- there could have been more petting, some attention to his erogenous zones (not that he expected Roxas to know them), the smaller Nobody could be working at least a little with Demyx' erection. He'd get himself off either way- now or back in his room once they'd done with this, but even as he smiled and murmured and touched number XIII, he had to admit- this wasn't the best lay he'd ever had.

Demyx was just about to reach for himself when Roxas froze, startled, and made a choked sound.

"Relax," Axel murmured, one hand busy where Demyx couldn't see, the other skimmed over a shoulder and wrapped thin fingers over it, pressing forward. Demyx hummed at the shift of flesh within him and used their sudden closeness to suck at the skin over Roxas' collarbone. They barely moved as Axel inserted one finger, then, most likely, another, and Roxas sweated, trembled, and Demyx waited.

Then, eventually- finally, Axel moved closer to them- hips twitched in an unmistakable fashion. Slowly, far too slowly, Axel began to move- which made Roxas move, and here was the friction he'd wanted.

Demyx hooked his legs over Roxas' hips and his feet touched Axel's skin. He closed his eyes and smiled and the rhythm was off, but it felt so good. When he looked at them Axel looked smug, which was hot, and Roxas' eyes were closed and his expression was lost, overwhelmed. Demyx felt his climax building so he arched his spine a bit, changing the angle of Roxas’ thrusts, and closed a hand over his cock. Axel noticed, went faster still- one of them was moaning and the pleasure just continued to build-

They'd sprawled out on XIII's bed- the youngest of the three fast asleep, Axel lazily spooning him, Demyx sprawled on what was left of the bed, grinning sleepily.

"That was a good idea," he muttered. "Maybe we c’n do it again sometime."

"If he doesn't invite you," Axel said, drifting off, "I will."