Challenge drabbles

[okami_hu]

KH challenge drabbles... 14 of them. XD

For dragonmaster344 Roxas/Axel, G, Cold

It was the WORST idea ever, to ignore Xigbar's side note on the world description, which said: "the winters are especially cold".

They were sitting on the roof, like crows, watching the supposed-to-be-princess' windows. Roxas was morosely rubbing his shoulder. That old, ugly magician - a human-faced Nobody, as they learned - needed to be persuaded to lay flat for a while, and his green lightning singed the boy.

He glanced to the side and pouted. Axel was crouching on top of the wall and the snow around him melted already. Apparently, the red-haired bastard did not suffer at all.

Roxas grabbed the other's coat and yanked it Axel stumbled back with a surprised yelp and in the next moment, he found himself draped all over the blond boy.

"Whoa there, XIII," the redhead grinned, enjoying the situation immensely. "I thought you didn't like to be touched."

"Shut up. I don't want to freeze into a neat ice cube," Roxas snapped, and pulled the long arms tighter around himself.

The coldness seemed to be disappearing.

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For lazzchan Axel/Demyx, PG, "So, how did you get into the Organization?"

Demyx shrugged. "I guess, like the others. Xigbar picked me up in Hollow Bastion when I woke up, brought me here, clothed me, feed me then left me alone."

"Yupp, but there has to be more," Axel pointed out. "You must have some special powers like all of us. We're all elmentals here, able to control earth and ice and fire – like me." He held out his hand and a little flame flared up on his palm.

Demyx's blue eyes widened in awe. "Wow! You think I can do it, too?"

"You have to," the redhead rolled his eyes. "After all, you're here."

Demyx concentrated and held out his hand like Axel did. However, nothing happened. The blond youth shifted and tried again, lips pressed together, body tensing up.

"Wait," the redhead sighed annoyed. "You're too tense. It won't work like that." He crouched down behind IX, put his hands on the younger one's shoulders."

"A-Axel- what are you doing?" Demyx stuttered as he felt the redhead's lips on his ears and neck.

"Shut up and relax."

A while later as they were writhing on the floor in a tight tangle of limbs, soaked by the pouring rain which never fell on the Castle That Never Was before, Demyx moaning shamelessly and Axel growling like a satisfied beast, the redhead thought he could foresee the future – having a water elemental for a lover will be a bit annoying but definitely lots of fun.

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For moffit Marluxia/Roxas, R, rose petals on skin

"Release me!"

"My, my, so young and so demanding!" Marluxia chuckled. "May I remind you my dear that I'm not just your superior, but the lord of Oblivion. You shouldn't be here, anyway."

Roxas pressed his lips together. What XI said, was true, in fact. "Still, let me go. I didn't do any harm." The boy wiggled a bit but the vines of the huge plant only got tighter around him.

"Stop wiggling," Marluxia waved his hand nonchalantly. "You came here, that's enough of a disobedience, and I have to punish you. Discipline, XIII, discipline."

The plant moved, startling Roxas into a surprised cry. He was lowered on the ground, the vines still holding him securely. Marluxia leaned over the boy and unzipped his coat.

Roxas's blue eyes widened, he listened to enough of Axel's tales to know what was about to come. "Marluxia, if you do this, I'll tell Xemnas and he'll be furious...!"

"I think," XI smiled, "he won't give a damn. "He's too preoccupied, and by the way, you were ordered to avoid this castle."

Roxas bit his lips and looked away. The flowed demon was right. He gritted his teeth against the touches, so damn gentle, and closed his eyes as he felt his pants being tugged off. But when slender fingers coated with something slippery and cool began to probe his body, he found the strength to fight again.

It was no use, though. Marluxia's laughter mocked him, the vines' grip was cutting the circulation off in his arms and legs, and he couldn't hold back a pain-filled cry as XI's manhood filled him with agonizing slowness. His own body betrayed him cruelly, relishing in the pleasure those fingers brought him, and arching into those kisses which felt like rose petals falling on his skin.

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For palatyi Xigbar/Demyx, PG-13, Music

"Sing for me," the Freeshooter demanded – he rarely asked for anything but just now, Demyx couldn't bring himself to mind it. He began with a slow and gentle tune, a love song speaking about pleasure and contentment. Then, the rhythm quickened and the notes got deeper. Demyx closed his eyes and clenched his fists as he heard Xigbar's deep chuckle; and he sang.

Sweat was glistening on his skin and his chest heaved as Xigbar was leading the ancient dance, dictating a tempo faster and faster with every passing minute. Finally, the blond youth cried out first time, melodious voice pleading to the gods of his homeworld.

"Gods...! Yes, please, deeper!"

Xigbar's replied with a breathless laugh and a firm thrust of his hips. "Now that's some music I really like to hear!"

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For ayvuir Demyx/Zexion, PG, mind games

The rules were simple. Zexion would think of something, and Demyx asked questions. The schemer replied with either ‘yes', ‘no'. Every time Demyx managed to find out what VI was thinking about, he got some kind of reward. It was that easy.

At the moment, Zexion was sitting on a sofa, buck naked and with a smile on his lips.

"Saix's claymore," the musician exclaimed. "It has to be that."

"Correct," Zexion replied, and Demyx cheered. Well, he did that until the younger Nobody crawled into his lap and kissed him breathless.

Panting a little, Demyx sneaked his arms around the other's slender frame. "Can we continue...?"

"Sure."

"And... what will I get if I guess right again?"

Zexion traced the musician's jawline with a pleased smirk. "First, you have to guess. But I think you'll like it."

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For gothatheartholo Saix/Roxas, PG-13, samurai

"Why Samurais?" Saix wondered aloud.

"Suppose it's because the two swords," Roxas shrugged, eyeing his minions lining up in front of him. "Xigbar has Snipers, Demyx has Dancers, they all fit their masters." He threw a glance at the Luna Diviner. "You have Berserkers."

Saix nodded. His smile never reached his golden eyes. "Yes, but your Nobody servants are named after something, which is tied to a series of noble things." His clawed hand rested on the boy's shoulder. "Samurais are known for their bravery, loyalty, their code of honor." He leaned closer. "Our Nobodies represent us. This would mean you're quite a... unique member in the Organization. A Nobody has nothing noble inside him. You don't, either."

"Never claimed I did," Roxas replied calmly. Saix's chuckle, however, sent shivers down his spine.

"Still, I think you are interesting. The moon whispers strange things to me about you." Suddenly, his arms were around the slender frame of the boy and his hot tongue was lapping at Roxas's ear.

"Hey! Let me go!" XIII fought fiercely but the other's arms held him securely. "My Samurais will cut you to mincemeat, I only have to snap!"

"While you're in my arms? Do you trust them that much?" Saix whispered. His fingers found the zipper and opened the boy's coat. "Now stop fighting. Don't make me cut you up to find all those good qualities inside you."

Roxas quieted, but just to fool the berserker; he planned to bolt as soon as the grip loosened. The fierce kiss stole his breath, though, the awakening sensations numbed his legs, and at the first wave of pleasure, his mind went blank.

The Samurais stood and watched.

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For shadowofregret Demyx/Roxas, R, crossdressing

Roxas was fuming, glaring at the red velvet dress laid out on the hotel room bed. Whose stupid idea was that damn party their target wanted to attend? ‘Gentlemen with their escorts' are allowed in only, what kinda shit was that??

"Come on," Demyx tried to cheer him up. "You'll look fabulous in these. You're so fair and slender, and-"

"Say ‘feminine', and you'll have both Oatkeeper and Oblivion up in your ass!" XIII growled fiercely, then grabbed the dress and the accessories and stormed off into the bathroom to change.

Demyx let out a deep sigh and reached for his smoking.

The night didn't turn out as a complete catastrophe, though. They gathered valuable data, the drinks were nice and Demyx was an awesome dancer.

They almost literally fell into their room when they returned the hotel, giggling insanely. Roxas nearly tripped in the high heels but Demyx caught him. "You look ravishing," he breathed with eyes shining like aquamarines, and suddenly his mouth sealed the boy's.

"I'm drunk", Roxas thought as he felt himself kissing back, and his arms to sneak around the musician's shoulders. And when the older Nobody kneeled down, caressing XIII's thighs covered by silk stockings, the boy pulled his dress up and out of the way. The lacy panties were removed and when Demyx's hot and wet and so damn talented mouth engulfed him, Roxas could only gasp and moan and feel.

A while later, Demyx was caressing the younger Nobody's shoulder, occasionally breathing a kiss on the fair skin.

"You know," he murmured with a hint of mischief, "I happen to know that Axel's favorite color is red. I bet he'd appreciate this outfit-"

The pillow smashing into his face caught him by surprise but he quickly recovered, grabbed a weapon for himself and charged.

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For 4_03_am Axel/Roxas, PG-13+, Daisies

"This place sucks."

Roxas shrugged. "At least, it's peaceful. Do you think stuffed animals have hearts?"

They were sitting on a meadow of the 100 Acre Wood, surrounded by daisies. Axel began to tear them off, one after the another. "From me on. I've seen pretty screwed things. They might as well could." He tapped his chin with a thoughtful look. "Ya think they could be tainted?" His grin was almost perverse.

Roxas blinked, then his eyes widened and he jumped on his feet. "You're SICK!" He yelled, and blushing furiously, he attempted to leave – but Axel managed to snatch the tail of his coat. "I didn't mean it like that...!"

Roxas tripped and fell on his face. In the next moment, they were tumbling about on the soft grass, laughing. Soon, they somehow began to loose articles of clothing, gloves, boots, pants...

Roxas spread his legs wantonly as Axel's face burrowed into his crotch; the redhead gave blowjobs like a vacuum cleaner. Roxas was moaning from pleasure and he rolled to his stomach without hesitation, when Axel began to prepare him. As they got deeper involved into their private fun, the outside world stopped to exist. Axel was growling and the blond boy moaned shamelessly, sometimes slipping a profanity he picked up from his friend.

Piglet, who happened to come across the pair couldn't stop shivering for two weeks and was constantly slipping into feverish fits, when he babbled about monsters doing unimaginably naughty things to each other.

Roxas was sleeping after the rather exhausting ride, and Axel amused himself by licking off the semen from his fingers.

Then, when a butterfly landed on one of the daisies, the redhead, with the most pleased smile ever, fried both.



Sorry. XD I couldn't resist.

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For chibi_shiro Vexen/Zexion, G/PG, an accident

"Careful now. The components are quite instable in themselves, I expect that it will boil and perhaps even produce a small explosion but that as much as to destroy the tube and cause you harm."

Zexion shrugged. He trusted Vexen; the other was a genius, after all. He carefully added the two components to the base liquid, and waited.

It indeed began to gurgle and produced a neat cloud of pink smoke but otherwise, it was quiet; however, the upcoming reaction wasn't hundred percently expected.

"Vexen... This smells quite sweet. And look at the color...!"

The blond Nobody raised an eyebrow as they leaned closer, studying the swirling pink, purple and red mixture. "Amazing..."

BOOM!

When they managed to wipe the pink goo off their faces, Vexen and Zexion looked around. The whole laboratory was covered with the stuff, smelling sweet and looking like bubblegum.

The blond man's lips twisted, the schemer hiccupped once and in the next moment, they burst out into laughter.

A few minutes later, curiosity took over Vexen, and he cautiously tasted the almost obscenely pink substance.

"Interesting. It tastes rather nice." Zexion blinked as the older man proceeded to clean his glove with his tongue. He remembered that back then, Vexen's Other loved sweets.

"I think, it even got under my coat," the lavender-haired boy remarked, pulling off the zipper on the black garment to reveal his smooth chest.

Vexen smirked. "Come closer, I'll wipe it off."

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For lorei Larxene/Namine, R, mind games

Namine was wiggling, panting, whimpering in Larxene's arms, much to the older female's delight. She was playing with the little witch, like a cat with a mouse.

"Larxene, please, don't do this!" Namine pleaded, her voice thin with tears. "I don't want it, it doesn't feel good, it's not right! Please-"

"What? I would be seriously loosing my touch if it didn't feel good to you," Larxene remarked with false sweetness in her voice. "And even if it doesn't, it feels very nice for me."

"But why can't you just do this with one of the others?" She squealed as the Nymph's hands slipped between her thighs and began to rub her gently.

"They don't interest me," Larxene cooed. "I like you much better. See? I'm trying to make you feel nice, too." Her hand cupped a small breast through the fabric of the white dress. "Relax, my darling. Spread your legs for me, like a good bitch you are, and kiss back." She lifted her hand and licked off the juices covering it. "Just imagine I'm him. I'm a blonde, too, after all."

Namine shivered. She stopped wiggling and slowly, she pulled her dress up.

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For ohmegawd
Luxord was sitting on one of the comfortable sofas, playing with his deck of cards, flipping them through his elegant fingers. He was thinking about what to do today. Usually, his cards gave him advice, but when the slender-framed Marluxia entered the room, the Gambler decided to add a little twist.

"Take one," he told the other, fanning out the deck, turning it downwards. XI eyed him with distrust. "I'm not in the mood for games."

"Ooh, this is not a game!" Luxord explained with a pleasant smile. "You're helping me decide, what to do with myself today. You see, each figure and rank represents somebody from the Organization, Xemnas being the Ace, Xigbar the two, and so on. The Jack is you, Lady Larxene is the Queen, and our sweet Roxas made it to King. Whichever turns up, I try to do something related to that person on the given day."

It was... somewhat amusing even. Marluxia folded his arms. "And what about the suits? Do they have a meaning as well?"

"Naturally," Luxord nodded. "Spades mean a spar. Clubs mean some fun, missions, dragging others out from their shells. Diamonds represent research, studying, or if you like, stalking." He laughed a bit. "I'm sure you can manage to find out what the hearts stand for."

"I see." Marluxia stepped closer and snatched a card from the deck. "Oooh..." he frowned, and turned it for X to see. "Queen of Hearts."

"A difficult quest," Luxord sighed, seemingly sad. "A pity, I was hoping for something else."

"Well," Marluxia ran a hand through his fragrant hair. "Too bad you can't have another card..."

"Mm," Luxord stood and strode behind XI. "I'm not above some cheating at times..."

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For karmacitadel
Zexion made another note on the clipboard then placed it down. "Now please, remove all your clothes."

"Is that necessary?" Roxas frowned as he hesitantly slipped down from the examination table and kicked off his boots.

"I'm afraid, yes." Zexion didn't even turn as he put the thin rubber glove on. "But it's just a standard examination, every member went through this." Okay, except Larxene, who pinned Zexion's hand to the table with a knife then stormed off.

"Rrright." The blond boy didn't seem to be convinced but he squirmed out of his pants and underwear and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Zexion kneeled down in front of him and nudged the sleek thighs a bit apart, then began to check the genitals. His touches were careful and skilled, so soon, Roxas's face began to burn as his blood started to gather down there.

"Don't be embarrassed," Zexion said softly, "it can happen during an examination. You seem to be in a perfect condition, by the way. Now, lie down on your stomach."

The boy obeyed rather eagerly, most probably to hide his arousal. As he felt Zexion's probing fingers, he twitched, then, after a little while, he started to pant and gasp, hiding his face behind his arms.

"Now-now," the schemer cooed, "you're doing perfectly." There was a faint noise, like a zipper tugged down. "Relax. The rest will be most pleasant... I promise."

And indeed, soon, Roxas was yelling from pleasure.

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For silvestris
"Let's face it, my dear. You failed."

Oh, how bitterly he wanted to oppose! To shout, fight, claw out those brilliant blue eyes! But the cursed neophyte was right. He lost this gamble.

"I must admit, it wasn't a bad idea," Marluxia continued, "but it was flawed, like most of your research."

Vexen's fists clenched and the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees. How dared that insolent brat speak so with him, the lead researcher of the Organization.?!

And why couldn't he talk back to him...? Why couldn't he just freeze him like a flower and watch him wither away? Why didn't he send the replica after XI...?

The answer was easy: Vexen didn't want to die. Since the first occasion he had an... argument with Marluxia, the memory of fear and anger had crystallized in him up to the point where they started to feel so real as if there would have been a heart in his chest, trembling with emotions. It was such an utter nonsense, so downright annoying!

"I hope you understand that I have to punish you."

Vexen didn't even have the time to reply, to protest – the grip of the vines was painfully familiar, just like the soft hands stripping him out of his pants and sliding over his skin. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes – shame and bitter hatred burned him inside – and he cursed himself for putting everything he had on black.

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For escuro_sama
The Freeshooter observed the targets. The bullet holes were all located within the right circles. Xigbar grinned and took a deep breath. The gunpowder's smell reminded him on times long past, and worlds he favored spiced with golden dust and good whiskey.

Suddenly, a portal opened behind him, and Demyx stepped out of it. "Hello, Xigbar! Luxord sent me he said something about a bet, and that I should fetch you-"

"Later," the Freeshooter waved a generous hand, and pulled the musician closer. "Hey, kid. Here, try it."

Number Nine glared at the firearm shoved into his hand. "No, thanks. Bad memories."

"Eh? As if. Come on, it doesn't bite-"

Demyx aimed and emptied the magazine into the target sheet. Xigbar's only eye went wide. "Holy shit, Demyx-"

The Nocturne's face held a distant expression of sadness as he handed the weapon back. "Any other questions?"