(Author's Note: This is a very, very late Christmas present for selene-soulwar. She requested something vampiric involving Axel and Zexion. Well, it didn't quite end up with vampires, but I know what she likes....And this is what happened.

This is the most graphic and hardcore thing I have written to date and I'm a little anxious about posting it but...If you don't like it, the door is that way!)

Carve your name into my arm.

Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.

Cuz theres nothing else to do,

Every me and every you.

Soft, shuddering breaths broke the suffocating silence in the frigid stillness of the small room. Prison. A voice in his mind whispered the word and he shivered, the chill easing itself through the stone walls and cracks between the door, assaulting his bare skin. Zexion cursed the situation for the umpteenth time, wanting to return to the thankful nothingness of unconsciousness. He wasn't even sure he remembered how or why he ended up like this. He simply recalled getting home...Then sensing something...Something...Axel! That bastard! He was going to get an ear full for this! Knocking him out, stripping him naked and tying him up and leaving him in this fucking cold, dark room...

Zexion's thoughts were cut short when faint clicks of boot heels broke the heavy silence. A snarky question and demand for freedom came to rest on his tongue for when who, that he assumed was Axel (gods forbid anyone else find him like this), entered. He heard a heavier click and the door was thrown open, the harsh light banishing his smirk and witty words like the shadows.

Zexion flinched, blinking furiously to try and familiarise his eyes once again with light, when the glare was suddenly dimmed by an all too familiar silhouette. The door slammed closed again, snuffing out all but the luminescent green eyes of his antagonist.

"Well, well...Having fun, Zexion?"

How he loathed that tone! Smug, mocking...It only infuriated the librarian further.

"Eight, you bastard, release me this instant or-"

"Or what?"

That sickly sweet tone again...Axel knew damn well Zexion could do nothing in this state...

"I hardly think you're in any position to be making threats...Or indeed, demands..."

Ah, so it was going to be one of those nights.

"Not tonight, I have other matter to attend to.."

Zexion replied firmly, swearing when Axel just laughed.

"I'm sure you can reschedule."

He felt a hand lightly trace his ribs, the fingers warm against his cold skin. Zexion shivered and could almost hear Axel's smirk, lips descending on his shoulders, kissing and licking before teeth sank into the sensitive skin of his nape. He cried out, feeling blood trickle down his back when the redhead pulled away.

"You taste so sweet."

Axel's voice murmured, a hand cupping the slate haired male's rear, lightly kneading before pressing a finger between the firm cheeks, the pressure against his entrance making him mewl. The tip dipped in then retracted.

"Mmm, you're tight..."

No shit...Zexion thought dryly. It had been a while since he had last been taken and from what Axel had told him before, he was naturally tight, no surprise given how damned small he was...

Axel presently pulled away and Zexion heard a rustling of fabrics as the other searched for something. He try to turn his head to see but could barely move an inch. Soon enough though, he heard a vaguely familiar sound...Like leather...What the? He didn't have the wait long to find out. He heard Axel pause a few feet or so away, wondering what was going on before something whistled through the air and blinding pain burned across his lower back. A whip. He vaguely heard Axel laughing and the tell tale crack before it landed again, tracking a fresh line of agony. To his credit, Zexion didn't scream, but he knew Axel wouldn't be satisfied with the cries and whimpers he was involuntarily producing. That was how Axel was. He wanted to hurt and humiliate, and he wanted a reaction. Zexion refused to give him the pleasure of seeing him scream or cry...Yet. Even as the firm leather painted his back with bloody lines from his shoulders down to his thighs, he would not break. He knew that this was why Axel loved to do this. He might say that Zexion looked pretty or he loved the noises and that Zexion loved being tied up and fucked like a little bitch (though the latter would never admit it). But Zexion was certain that Axel was determined to break him. His very demeanour gave off an air of superiority, arrogance, he had seen it happen before. He loved watching other bend to his will. And it was no secret that Zexion was a stubborn creature through and through. All the more satisfying to break.

Fuck. What had he let himself in for, after all those casual fucks? Axel was good in bed, no doubt, but he had been playing with fire and was about to be burned.

As the whip fell again, all the bound male did was shiver a bit more, a low cry leaving him. Axel frowned and dropped the device, approaching his toy, his fingers almost tenderly training the bleeding welts and slashes, making Zexion whimper and try to pull away. He threaded the other hand into Zexion's hair, stroking his scalp and enjoying how surprisingly soft his hair was for a moment. The redhead leant forward then and kissed his pet's neck, watching and searching his face for a hint of pain, tears...Something. All he found was quiet defiance shining in the younger man's inky eyes. Bastard!

Axel growled and all the tenderness disappeared as he buried his sharp teeth into the area he had been so lovingly kissing and tugged sharply on his hair.

" I'll claim you yet, bitch."

He hissed in Zexion's ear, lips stained crimson by the blood. Gods, he truly was beautiful like this. An angel. If angels were regularly subject to ever changing bouts of torture and tenderness.

Zexion was abruptly dragged back to his painful reality when the chains were yanked off with more force than necessary and he collapsed to the cold, hard floor as his knees gave out beneath him, too shaky to support him, and each wound burned afresh. He was promptly forced onto his feet by the hand in his hair and pulled over to the only furniture in the room; a bed. It was a poor semblance of a bed, really just a thin mattress on the floor in the darkness. Zexion was more surprised to find that the previously blood stained sheets he remembered from the last time he had been in this position were gone. Perhaps Axel was more courteous than he thought...Or he just delighted in seeing the pure white stained anew.

He yelped as he was forced to kneel next to the bed, the uneven floor digging painfully into his knees. Seconds later he felt, rather than saw, Axel's cock being pressed demandingly against his lips. There wasn't much point in protesting, so he obediently opened his mouth, allowing the shaft to slide between his lips and deep into his mouth. Zexion sucked softly on the swollen flesh, rubbing his tongue against the head, tasting the familiar salty tang of Axel's precome.

It wasn't long before the redhead was thrusting his cock in and out of Zexion's mouth without a care for the latter's comfort, the rough pressure causing the smaller male's gag reflex to protest, not that Axel would grant him a reprieve, no matter how short.

A hand took a firm hold in his hair again, a large tuft of his fringe held tight between Axel's fingers as he forced his length further into that hot, moist cavern. Zexion knew he had to be close by now as he fought to keep from gagging or choking as the pyro's cock hit the back of his throat over and over.

Suddenly, Zexion's head was yanked back, the smaller male hissing in pain and blinking in confusion in the split second before instinctively closing his eyes as Axel came and hot semen splattered across his face. When he sensed Axel move away, he slowly and tentatively cracked his eyes open again, wiping the seed away from those orbs, not wishing to be blinded. He briefly anticipated a slap or some form of displeasure from Axel, but on receiving none continued to wiped the viscous white liquid from his face.

"Lick it off."

He jumped when that voice cut through the silence, looking up in surprise. Axel motioned towards the rapidly cooling substance staining Zexion's fingers.

"Do it."

Zexion sighed, sucking it off his digits without verbal complaint, ignoring the redhead's pleased snicker. He contemplated cleaning the rest of it off (honestly, he would rather deal with this humiliation than have to try to get rid of it once it had dried...) until Axel's voice rang out again.

"On the bed. Hands and knees, like the bitch you are."

He ignored the insult, scrambling to obey, knowing Axel hated tardiness, even if he himself was guilty of the same indiscretion. Wincing as wounds across his back were disturbed again as he gripped the threadbare sheets in preparation. He felt the mattress shift a little as Axel knelt behind him, forcing his legs further apart. He whimpered as a few of the whip marks were teased with a hot tongue before a finger was pushed into him. Zexion groaned quietly, feeling himself hardening, already somewhat aroused from the whipping and blow job. Axel chuckled, teasing the slate haired male's cock with his free hand.

"See? You really are a whore, Zexy."

The mentioned growled and shook his head. Being a masochist didn't make him a whore! Axel just snorted and continued purposefully teasing his prostate with the tip of a finger, relishing the sounds produced.

"You want this?"

He didn't need to ask, really, though Axel did anyway, sniggering and biting an ass cheek.

"Beg me."

Zexion's eyes widened and he gasped as another finger was added inside him, slamming roughly against his sweet spot. Damn Axel and his teasing to the seventh level of hell!

"P-please...Please fuck me..."

He knew what Axel liked to hear, thank the gods.

"I want your cock in me...Aaaah...Fuck me like the little slut I am.."

Degrading, but that was why Axel liked it. He liked seeing and hearing the usually proud Zexion humiliate himself willingly. Ah, if certain others ever saw this side of him...The horny deviant who was so easily teased into submission – a far cry from his usual haughty self.

Axel removed his fingers, Zexion wondered if he would be lucky enough for the redhead to use lube...Maybe not...The only substance easing the passage of the cock so suddenly pushed into him was a smear of precome and very cold saliva from the blow job.

It hurt. Of course it did, Zexion had expected nothing less. But he was unprepared for the rush of pain the initial entry brought each time. Even as it dulled after a second of agony, he cried out, his grip tightening on the sheets tenfold. He thought Axel said something, probably gloating over that cry, a sign of weakness, but the smaller man wasn't sure he cared to hear the other's smug voice any longer; all the taunts got so old.

Zexion wasn't given time to think over this in any depth (why would Axel be so gracious, anyway?) as the redhead pulled out almost all the way in order to sheathe himself completely again a second later, the first thrusts were slow, almost gentle, before Axel gained momentum and Zexion found himself bring shoved further into the bed as his body was slammed into. Nonsensical words and cries leaving him as Axel's cock slid roughly against his inner walls, knocking hard against his prostate and making him see stars and forget that the man giving him this intense ecstasy was an infuriating bastard that he made no secret of loathing outside these private meetings.

It was sadly fitting, he had realised, so fucking cliché, like some kind of perverted Juliet and Romeo, how Axel gave him this damn weakness to him, despite how Zexion knew without a doubt he hated the man. The least trustworthy person he knew, his Achilles Heel and he was powerless to save himself. He craved this pleasure, this drug like state, that no one else could give him. Nobody else set his senses on fire (no pun intended) and made him so dependant on them and the incredible feeling their mere presence brought to his heart void body. Every time he sat (somewhat awkwardly most days) in his seat in the meeting room and listened to Xemnas pontificate about Kingdom Hearts and their inability to feel, Zexion knew he was wrong. This was no longer physical pleasure, it went way deeper than that, invisible webs snaking into his blood then to his very core. This was not love. It never had been and it never would be. He and Axel would never be one of the happy, contented couple seen in restaurants and parks, no. He and Axel were bound to the bedroom, and this inertia. He knew, oh how he did know, that Axel was bad for him, that this dependency from one so stubbornly independent, was a sure recipe for disaster. But Axel, so like a wild fire, was consuming him so quickly and effectively that he wasn't sure he stood a chance of ever breaking free from him. Not that anything but logic told him him he should anyway.

Zexion screamed again as Axel his his prostate, blood beading down his chin from trying to muffle the noises, but Axel was relentless, fucking him at a pace that would leave him sore for days, even if he had been granted lube and preparations. Another of Axel's quirks, he assumed (or the pyromaniac just liked fucking people to within an inch of their sanity), leaving obvious marks on those he had claimed. Zexion had a near endless supply of dark bruises and bite marks on his neck, collarbone and various other parts of his body since he had begun seeing Axel, many of which were visible even above his robes and drew awkward questions from the less subtle of his colleagues. He had soon become versed in the art of covering these marks whether with make up or a scarf in colder weather. Axel, of course, teased him for this but again, Zexion was simply beyond caring.

Axel had to be getting close by now, he could tell by how his flawless rhythm was getting sporadic and the subtle shaking of his hips. Well, he certainly hoped so anyway as he was unbearably close himself and he did not dare come before Axel; the one time he had dared, the redhead had proceeded to punish him so severely that he had made a point of keeping himself firmly under control.

As Zexion had predicted, he felt Axel shudder not too long later, thrusting deeper suddenly as he climaxed. Holding the smaller male still so he could feel every drop of hot semen filling him, Axel then pulled out, watching his seed leak down the other's thighs. Zexion tried to sneak a hand towards his own aching erection, only to have it rudely slapped away. He whimpered, gasping when Axel suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into his lap. He wrapped an arm around Zexion, his other reaching to grasp his cock. The redhead stroked him languidly until the other begged him in that beautifully croaking rasp of a voice. He quit teasing and in no time at all, Zexion came with a low cry, his back arching, falling against his tormentor's chest, panting harshly.

Zexion smiled a little despite the pain as Axel threaded his fingers into his hair, stroking and caressing gently. It was nothing like the rough tugging of earlier. This made it all the more worth it. The redhead was always affectionate after their pain filled couplings, a side only Zexion saw and he treasured it. Axel rose with the younger male in his arms, carrying him out of the room and up to his bathroom, knowing he was likely too sore and tired to walk or portal.

"That was incredible...You've really come a long way, huh, Zexy?"

The named smiled a little and nodded in agreement before snuggling back into the pyromaniac's warm chest, utterly exhausted.

It was not ideal, but it worked, and the rest of the Organisation be damned he was going to continue with it. Until something better came along, the two were content to try and force their view of perfection out of each other.

(Post Script: Well, that was a milestone for me. Same as always, read, review and I'll try and update 50 Words ASAP...However I'm losing my inspiration as my GCSEs close in so...

After Jander Pannell left me an honestly squee worthy review, and my own feelings towards this piece, there will be at least a sequel, perhaps a short series if I can push it ^^)