kinkfest | Control [Kingdom Hearts, Xemnas/Axel, PG-13] (Reply)

Title: Control
Author/Artist:

de_yaten
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Xemnas/Axel, domination, inappropriate use of collars.
Summary: "wearing a collar - "Do I have to remind you who is in control here?"
A/N: Hahahaha. <3

You don't know how long I've been wanting to have you like this – alone with me in my room. At my mercy, even if you don't recognize that quite yet. I called you in for a discussion about Number XIII, and you show up - late, as you tend to be and as I expected, but still here, which is most important.

I immediately tell you that you are being punished, and it takes all my inner strength not to strike out when you laugh. Later, I think. That will come later.

"For what? The thing with Xigbar’s cereal? Because, I'll tell ya, the jerk has had it coming --"

"Silence." My tone is steady, strong, and thankfully you are smart enough to close your mouth.

"It was only a matter of time, you know. Your childish habit of defying authority and disregarding mu rules has been going on long enough -- I must admit sometimes it is a benefit, but only when I instruct you to betray and break our guidelines. Otherwise, you are just a nuisance. An interesting - almost captivating nuisance, I admit… and I can see why the others are interested in you... It’s such a shame - you don't know how useful you could be, if you would only listen to directions.”

You manage a smirk and I almost - almost - cuff you. Not yet. That will come soon.

"Your latest disobedience is far beyond useful to the Organization." You snort, and I almost tell you that silence would be best in your position. But I'll let you test my nerves, for now. It will give me more reason to punish you later on. "You were told to keep Number XIII in line. You were told to keep him ignorant of Sora's existence, ignorant of anyone connected to Sora's existence.”

You shrug. Nonchalant, smug, even when you are about to be punished. It will be tough to change this habit, but I will be sure to do my best to fix you.

"It's not like I told the kid who Riku was - I just told him where to find him." You tsk, another shrug. "Kid just wanted to follow his heart, if you get my drift."

My hand strikes hard and fast before I have time to think, and - oh, don't look so angry, you can't even feel anger. Your cheek matches your hair now, at least. It’s now, I think. Yes, now is a perfect time to start your punishment.

"Get on your knees."

The wide eyed look on your face almost makes me remember to laugh. A simple smile will suffice. I don't think I was the type of Other who displayed many emotions, even when I could feel them. How strange. Words always come easy to you, and yet all you can manage now is a hoarse "What?" before I cuff you again. There, now both your cheeks match.

"Get on your knees, Number VIII. Or perhaps, I should resort to threats to get you to obey?"
I smile, again, and I can tell it unnerves you. 'The Superior never smiles,' I heard you say, once. It must be an interesting sight. Not nearly as interesting as the one I am being treated to, of course. Ah, but you don't answer me and it seems I must resort to threatening the only thing you pretend to care about.

"Number XIII is not that imperative to our mission..." A lie, but it makes your eyes go wide enough. "There is more than one Keyblade wielder out there, and countless ways to get them to destroy the Heartless. Perhaps I should look into recruiting another...?"

I trail off, because I see you grit your teeth and I know I've won this small battle.

My, what a pretty picture this makes – the haughty Axel, going down on his knees before me. This look of bitter defeat on your normally smirk-ridden face suits you very much. I reach out to cup your chin and you flinch. Are you scared? No, of course not. Are you pretending to be scared? What do you think I will do to you, I wonder? Your imagination is stronger than mine – I can only imagine what you must be thinking. My thumb rubs along your lips and that familiar look of pretend-hatred returns to your face.

"So defiant, VIII. So willing to pretend at emotions. Anger, hatred..." My hand grazes your cheek. "... perhaps even love?" You look confused, for a moment, until you figure me out. Yes, I'm speaking of Number XIII. I've seen the way you look at him, speak to him, follow him, touch him when you can. I know enough about emotions to recognize "love" when I see it. But it's not a matter for discussion today - what matters today, right now, is your punishment.

I leave you there, on your knees, trembling and gritting your teeth in your false hatred of me. I walk over to a small dresser containing what few human items I have, and retrieve something I had made for just such an occasion. I hold it behind my back until I'm right in front of you, because I want to see your face when you see it.

I slowly bring it around and -- yes, that was the look I was hoping for. Shock, confusion, perhaps a bit of disgust as well?

"It's a collar," I say, and I know you must be out of sorts because the expected witty 'I know what it is,' does not come from your lips. Your lips are silent, pursed tightly. You are looking at it intently now, perhaps trying to see what the inscription says? I smile and bring it closer to your face. "It says 'Property of Xemnas, I.’ I had it specially made when the first of the neophytes came along, although I am… happy to say you'll be the first to wear it..."

Ah, there's the Axel I know. You roll your eyes and mutter something about me being a pervert.

A pervert? ... perhaps.

"You're going to wear it.” An automatic NO that I dismiss with a wave of my hand. "You're going to wear it when you are in my private chambers only. Which is going to be for two hours every day until I decide you've been thoroughly punished."

“I am not doing any of that kinky shi--"

I smack the words from your mouth. I do hate to hit you again, VIII, but your mouth seems to be begging for punishment today.

"You will obey , or I will have Number XIII destroyed. And afterwards, I will have this attached to your neck as a permanent reminder of who you obey."
For someone who claims to be a master manipulator, you are very easily persuaded with lies… ah, an idea. "Who's in charge of you, again, Number Eight?" I give one of those smiles that seem to bother you so much.

Your nostrils are flaring and if it weren't for the fact that you haven't even once tried to get off your knees, I would take it as disobedience.

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to speak up..."

I am being very patient with you, you realize? I think Saix's blind loyalty has spoiled me a bit, but this forced obedience is a nice change of pace. I watch as you debate the words in your head. Probably torn between your smug arrogance and the instinct to avoid a punishment.

You speak, finally, rushed and mumbling. "... you'reinchargeofmesuperior."

I raise an eyebrow. It was almost amusing, the way you thought you could get away with that.

"Try again."

You exhale sharply. This must be very hard for you. You've never needed to actually submit yourself before, have you? That, too, will change...

"You're..."

There you go. Just a little more now.

"... you're in charge of me, Superior."

Ah, good boy. I pat your head like a well-behaved dog, if only because I know it will bother you.

"Very good, Number VIII. I think that will be sufficient for now. I will call upon you again tomorrow." I leave you there, placing the collar back in my drawer, before motioning for you to stand. You stand, but you don't move to leave - you're waiting for my permission, aren't you? That's very pleasing. We're already making progress. I wave my hand in dismissal and you disappear in your own portal.

Tomorrow seems very far away – I cannot wait to see my collar on that pretty little neck.