Warning: Well... Yaoi, Lemon, Smut, mentions of Bondage, the usual xD

Disclaimer: Uhm... I don't own Kingdom Hearts?

Beyond Castle Oblivion there was nothing. Perfect for Nobodies and their experiments or rather for certain Nobodies' experiments. And so Zexion stood in front of the castle, watching his illusion of a huge tornado swallowing everything beyond Oblivion, which was pretty much nothing but he was only trying if he could make an illusion of this size affect his surroundings at all.

At least that was what he had been trying before a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist from behind and starting dragging him back to the castle, the illusion immediately dropping. The blond that had somehow managed to approach him without making any noise didn't even react to Zexion's struggling.

"D-Demyx!"

The slate haired male only heard soft giggling, which could also have been nothing but an imagination, but the blond not once stopped in his way, toward his room of the castle obviously, and so the Schemer had no other chance but to follow him.

The door to the Nocturne's room opened and closed, Zexion being pressed against it by the blond immediately.

"Zexy…" he drawled, his breath ghosting over the slate haired's neck as he buried his face in it.

And he looked at him, the mischievous sparkle visible in his oceanic blue eyes. Oh, Zexion knew exactly what he was planning...

Get your lover horny and bring him to spend the day in bed with you instead of concentrating on other important things there could be, it didn't matter how but that the goal was achieved, no matter what.

But Zexion wouldn't fall for it, at least that was what he told himself until Demyx kissed him. A simple kiss was nothing to convince the Schemer but the tongue invading his mouth and the blond's hand sliding soothingly over his side and back was something different.

He didn't even try fighting for dominance which was untypical for him but right now he just didn't care. But suddenly that tongue was gone and he was quickly turned around and immobilized. He was too surprised in that moment to even struggle against that unexpected movement.

"Demyx, what are you-"

Click!

Zexion stared at the handcuffs in disbelief… chained to the door handle, that was new…

"You promised to spend the day with me!" Demyx chirped happily.

"Wha- I didn't-" No, just another of the blond's games: get Zexion to speak.

It seemed to be like a challenge for him to get him, the usual quite and thoughtful Zexion to speak, about anything and if they were only arguing about lukewarm coffee!

Then surely this whole chained-to-the-door-handle-thing was a part of his game "Make Zexion moan and beg for him".

When there was something the slate haired male absolutely refused to do then it was to moan freely, so surely begging didn't even cross his mind but Demyx just wouldn't accept that.

So… Demyx had found a way to make it impossible for him to muffle his moans with his hands, clever but not exactly comfortable. But that was something he wouldn't even think about anymore when the blond continued to suck on his neck like that, slowly wandering to his jaw line.

"Zexy…"

He turned, just a little, to look what Demyx was up to now but his lips were immediately caught by his again. And with that delicious tongue ravishing his mouth, he was easily distracted from the hand wandering lower over his body until it disappeared beneath his waistband; Demyx always profited from Zexion only half-closed Organization cloak.

Zexion tensed, suspicious of what exactly his lover was planning. And the hand slowly snuck from his backside to the front of his pants, lingering there a moment before it suddenly grabbed Zexion and he gasped when it started massaging him, stroking him until the slate haired male had no other chance but to lean onto Demyx for support while his legs were shaking from the sudden sensory overload.

He wanted, really wanted, to say something at this moment and if it was just Demyx's name, because it was the only thing his mind could concentrate on right now, but he didn't, he wouldn't, because he knew of his lacking control over his voice. And since he was unable to keep himself from moaning with his hands, his soft gasps and groans were already clearly audible. Demyx could tell he was close without Zexion uttering it and suddenly the hand was gone and just a moment and a disturbing loud noise later his cloak was ripped of his body.

No one would mourn for a Organization cloak anyway. Zexion just wanted that hand back! But he wouldn't beg just now, no, it wasn't that easy.

Demyx quickly undid his lover's pants and returned to his ministrations. Zexion's moan as he took him into his hand again was unbelievably arousing for the blond who had never really heard him moan before. And Zexion came, a loud and sensual groan escaped his lips as his seed spilled into his lover's hand.

The slate haired male panted, trying to regain his breath but Demyx's hand continued stroking him, sending his whole body shivering with an almost too pleasurable feeling.

"I still want to hear you beg..." was mouthed into his ear.

After the blond had made sure that his lover was fully aroused again, he removed his hand. Zexion could only hear the rustling of clothes and then felt a bare chest pressing against his back as well as a hot erected member against his backside.

"Zexion" His name with emphasis of every vowel was the only warning he got.

The blond entered him completely with one thrust but then waited to let him adjust.

A loud moan ripped from Zexion's throat but all he could do was to breath slowly, trying to regain his breath, to almost no avail. This kind of situation with his lover was too foreign. His throat already hurt. No, moaning was just not his thing, he concluded. It exhausted far more than he imagined.

Zexion's body straightened, only a little, he was still resting against his lover's chest as the blond began to slowly withdraw from him and enter him again. Slowly, he would slowly drive Zexion insane.

Demyx sped up a little, now going for faster, shorter thrust, obviously avoiding his lover's prostate on purpose. And his hand found Zexion's erection again, teasing it with the slightest of touches.

The pleasure rose to an unbearable level, for it was arousing though not in any way satisfying! But Zexion wouldn't beg, he wouldn't-

"More!" he moaned loudly.

Demyx was almost too amazed to actually hear his lover beg for him and it was all he needed to loose control. He began pounding into his lover, fast and deep, hitting his lover's sensitive spot every time, sending him groaning and shivering completely at the blond's mercy.

Zexion screamed his release just seconds later, at least it sounded like a scream 'cause it was unexpected loud coming from the slate haired male. With his walls tightening around the blond, he took him over the edge of pleasure as well, taking all of him into his body willingly.

As Demyx pulled out of him, Zexion finally lost control over his body, his forehead resting on the cold surface of the door and his legs almost slackened beneath him but his lover's hands quickly wrapped around his waist, keeping him upright.

Making sure the slate haired's head rested on his shoulder again, he quickly removed the handcuffs and carried his lover over to the bed. He then moved to rest beside him.

Zexion tried to glare at him but failed miserably due to the deep blush that covered his cheeks.

Demyx smiled brightly at him. "Love you"

"Love you too," Zexion muttered. "But when will you stop to pounce on me at random times?"

"Never," The blond replied quickly.

"But I even did beg for you," Zexion admitted defeat, even when he was just whispering it.

"And you surely realized it's not even difficult." The blond grinned.

… That couldn't be good.

Wow... now that certainly turned out differently from what I originally planned.

It's surely more humorous then the original idea... but I like it^^

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