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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Axel/Xion
  Character:
      Axel, Xion
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_30_lemons, Het, Age_Difference, Underage_Sex, Alcohol
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-28 Words: 3290
****** Caviar and Sparkles ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Axel and Xion go to pre-Revolutionary Russia, and Axel sets a few
     things in motion.
"Are you sure about this?" Xion twists her fingers together, resisting the urge
to scratch her neck - the lace at the collar of her dress itches, and she feels
faintly ridiculous. The bows don't help. Neither do the hearts. Axel saw it in
a shop and had bought it, saying something about irony. And now they're going
to a party, so isn't it lucky that Xion has such a pretty new dress to wear?
"We're supposed to find out how things work around here, right?" Axel adjusts
his hat, checking to make sure he has it at just the right angle. "And what
better way to find things out, if not to dive right into the thick of things?"
He finishes his inspection of his own clothing - a suit is a suit is a suit,
really, even if it is made of black velvet - and turns to inspect Xion.
Xion stares up at him, biting her lip. She's breathing heavily, but she's
wearing a corset, and even if she (technically) doesn't need the air, old
habits die hard. It makes her small breasts stick out more, and the bow seems
to draw more attention to them. The red bow in her hair feels silly, no doubt
because her hair is so short. All of the underwear was a pain to deal with -
she had needed Axel's help, figuring it all out. Panties, then tights, then
petticoat… She has to wonder, how do girls in this world normally go about
getting dressed?
"Aren't you adorable?" Axel leans down and kisses her forehead, thumbing her
cheekbone gently. "Ready to party?"
"I guess so," Xion says, reaching out to interlace her fingers with his. "What
are we going to do?"
"Well, we'll make nice with the locals, eat some dainties, drink a bit of
punch…" Axel leans down to speak in her ear, "and if it gets too boring, I'll
fuck you into the wall." He presses another kiss to her temple, squeezing her
fingers and feeling her blush. Funny, how Nobodies can blush, what with the
lack of proper circulation and everything….
"Axel," Xion mumbles, taking his arm as they walk down the street, away from
their hotel and towards the big, sparkling palace, "don't say things like
that."
"Why not?" Axel smiles at one of the guards at the entrance and shakes his
hand. The guard opens the door, now considerably richer, and the two Nobodies
walk into the party.
Xion has to stop and gape, because it is all so very gorgeous. Everything seems
to be sparkling, from the chandelier to the windows to the people. Everyone is
laughing and talking and bright, and something in Xion's chest lurches. "It's
all so… wonderful," she whispers, her fingers squeezing Axel's. She isn't
really dressed to suite this party - not enough sparkle, really, and the bows
look downright garish, not to mention the hearts - but it seems that part of
being a Nobody is to just melt right into the background. Unless the two of
them call attention to themselves, they will slip by unnoticed.
"It ain't all sparkle and light," Axel said quietly, wrapping his arm around
Xion's shoulders and pulling her close. "See those two?" He indicates a pair of
people sitting at the head of the huge hall in big, fancy chairs. "Those two
are in charge."
"Why?" Xion follows after him as he makes his way towards the long line of
people waiting to speak to the important people.
"They were born into it." Axel pulls her closer. "But I can bet you twenty
munny that she…" He indicates the woman with a jerk of his head, "is fuckin'
him." Another jerk of his head indicates an ugly man with a long, flowing beard
in a brown robe.
"How can you tell?" Xion asks, walking with him as they get closer. She doesn't
like the way the ugly man is staring at her.
"Oh, it's a talent of mine," Axel says airily. "So while he's off doing his
royal thing, his lady wife there is bumpin' uglies with his most trusted
advisor." Axel's hand moves from Xion's lower back to her bottom, making the
girl squeak, although the ugly man seems to have gotten the message, because he
pointedly looks away.
"Axel…." Xion's voice is full of warning. "What are you doing?"
"Just plantin' a seed," Axel says, and then they're at the dais.
"Your highnesses…." Axel says, and bows deeply. "Xion, I present to you Tsar
Nicholas the Second and the Tsarina Alexandra."
Xion follows his lead and curtseys, remembering the lessons on how to behave in
certain types of worlds.
"We have met before," says the Tsar, and he smiles at Axel. "We owe him the
life of our son."
"Had he not been able to put out the fire in time, this very party might have
been a funeral," the Tsarina says earnestly.
"I was simply doing my duty, as a Russian citizen," Axel says, and Xion finally
notices that they're speaking a different language, although she can still
understand it. She'll ask Axel about it, later. "It is my pleasure to introduce
my… sister, Xion." He nudges her in the back, and she curtseys again, shaking.
"An honor," Xion repeats, embarrassed by how squeaky her voice sounds.
"Forgive her. She is overawed." Axel draws her closer to his side, then leans
forward to whisper something in the Tsar's ear.
Xion sees something in the Tsar's face grow hard. "How dare you," he growls,
and pushes Axel away from him.
"A thousand pardons, sir," Axel says, and his voice is still that of a lackey
hoping to not get punished. "I was merely passing on a rumor I thought you
would wish to become aware of." He slid his hand into Xion's. "Have a good
evening," he said, and bowed off.
"What did you do?" Xion asks as the two of them make their way towards the long
table covered in food.
"Oh, just planted a seed," Axel says airily, tugging her closer. "We've made
nice with the locals. What say you we have something to eat?"
"Alright." Xion follows him, her hand held tightly in his. He is rather hard to
miss in this crowd, what with his thinness, his height, and his flaming red
hair.
"Since we're here, you might as well have a taste…." Axel takes a spoonful of…
something. Small, round, dark things, as far as Xion can tell. "This is the
high quality stuff. There are people who'll pay thousands of munny, just for a
tiny bit of this stuff.
Xion obediently opens her mouth. However, it isn't what she's expecting. It's
salty and slimy and it… pops.
"Ew!" Xion swallows, panting and making a face. "That's… what is that?"
Axel is laughing, as the people around them give them odd looks. "Caviar."
"Which is?" Xion wrinkles her nose and walks towards the punch bowl.
"In layman's terms?" Axel is clearly trying not to laugh. "Fish eggs."
Xion gapes at him, then mentally shrugs and lets him ladle out a cup of punch.
"Is this going to be gross, too?"
"Nope." Axel takes a swig with every obvious sign of enjoyment.
Xion takes a sip from her cup and coughs, feeling the liquid burn it's way down
her throat and into her stomach. "What…?"
"Must be some vodka in there," Axel says, and oh-so-casually bumps into her,
making her spill the red punch all over the white dress.
"Axel!" Xion's voice is outraged and mortified, although she does feel some
little flicker of pride that she didn't yell and managed to sound almost,
almost like a real person with real emotions.
"Xion, how could you be so clumsy?" Axel takes her by the hand and leads her
out, followed by chuckles of the people who saw the whole thing.
Xion looks down at her dress - the pink punch has left a sizable stain on her
belly, where it can't be covered by the bows. She tries to blot at it with her
dark sleeves, but it only succeeds in making it worse.
"Well, we've got three down," Axel says casually, making his way through the
maze of corridors and rooms.
"Three?" Xion tries not to trip. "Axel, you got my dress all messy!"
"Remember when I said what we'd do at this party?" Axel opens a likely looking
door, to find a couple locked in a passionate kiss. Axel quickly closes the
door, looking for the next one.
"Um…?" Xion can't say she has, because the whole evening has been a bit of a
whirlwind.
"We'd make nice with the locals," Axel tests a door, which is locked, "have
some dainties," Another locked door, "drink some punch," and finally, a door
that opens, "and then I'd fuck you into a wall." He yanks Xion into the room,
pushing her against a wall and leaning down to kiss her.
Xion squeaks, but kisses him back, her hands going to the collar of his jacket,
clutching and rumpling the velvet. His hat is knocked off at some point, and
then he's hoisting her up against the wall, probably to keep from getting a
crick in his neck. She wraps her legs around his waist (for leverage, of
course, not for any other reason, like friction), deepening the kiss and moving
her hands from the lapels of his jacket to his hair, twisting it and yanking on
it, in retaliation for getting her dress all dirty. "Axel…" She pants, "Is this
the best time?"
"You sayin' you don't want me to fuck you?" Axel's voice is teasing as he
kisses along her neck, warm, wet, sloppy kisses that make her moan and squirm
against him. "'cause I can RTC and jerk off, if you aren't interested…"
Xion whimpers, trying to find a way to get comfortable. The corset is making it
hard to breathe and the wall is pressing into her back and she can feel her own
arousal building between her legs, making her gasp and whimper. "I… no, I want
you to." She fumbles around to feel behind her, to unknot the corset.
"No." Axel's voice is rough as he slides his hands under her skirt, finding the
tops of her tights and beginning to pull them down. "Leave it on."
"Why?" Xion squirms, lifting her hips to make it easier, although she comes to
the realization that she'll have to let go of him, in order to get the tights
all the way off.
Axel shreds them, stroking her through her panties, right where she's warm and
wet and silky. "I like you this way."
Xion arches her back, rocking against him. "L-l-like what?" She gasps when his
hand slides under her panties via the leg and a long finger strokes her clit,
making her shudder. She squeaks when he rips her panties off, and she would
care, except that she feels like she's melting.
"You look so pretty," Axel croons, sliding his finger into her and crooking it
to press against her G-spot.
Xion wails, clenching down on him and rocking into him. She loves this as much
as she can without a heart, loves the pleasure that slithers between her
vertebrae and trickles across her scalp, loves tasting Axel's smoky warm breath
and seeing the look in his eyes, the possessive, fiery gleam as he watches her
react to his touch.
"Don't you agree with me, Xion?" Axel presses down on her clit with his thumb,
adding another finger and feeling how very wet she is, practically dripping.
"Agree?" She pants out, rocking her hips into his hand, trying to get more
contact, maybe send him the message to hurry it up and get to the main act, as
it were.
"That you look so pretty." Axel does something wriggly with his fingers that
has her spasming against him, making her get even wetter.
"I guess so…" Xion wraps her arms around his neck and presses her face into the
side of it, whimpering. She's more concerned with the fact that his fingers are
moving faster and with the way the fabric of the dress feels against her
breasts, brushing against her diamond hard nipples.
"Don't you feel pretty, Xion?" Axel does something twisty with his wrist and
then Xion is shaking against him as her mind drip-drip-drips down her back to
the trickle out of her with the fluid getting Axel's wrist all wet.
Xion presses a sweaty kiss against Axel's neck, feeling her whole body go limp.
She knows that more is coming - Axel rarely just gives without expecting to
receive, and she shivers at the prospect, biting her lip. "Th-thank you," she
mumbles, panting like a bellows. She begins to kiss along his jaw, tasting the
smoky tang of his sweat and smelling his musky maleness. It arouses her and
makes her feel safe at the same time, inasmuch as she can feel anything.
"You do feel pretty," Axel tells her, removing his fingers from between her
legs to stroke her cheek with it.
Xion knows what he wants. She takes his finger in her mouth, sucking it clean
of her own fluids. She doesn't really like the taste, but she knows that Axel
likes it when she does that, and she likes to make Axel happy.
"All of you feels so very pretty," Axel murmurs, pressing his lips to her
forehead. "Hold on tight, 'kay?"
Xion holds on with her thighs, squeezing his ribs with her knees as he lets go
of her bum to fumble with his own pants. She makes a happy purring noise as he
strokes her tongue with one fingertip, smiling shyly at him through her
eyelashes.
"You feel pretty here…" Axel feels around a bow, to Xion's small breast,
cupping it and pressing down on the nipple with his thumb.
Xion whimpers, trying not to fall. It's uncomfortable, bracing all of her
weight against the wall and holding on tightly to Axel's bony hips with her
knees, but it feels good, his bony, clever fingers twisting and toying with her
nipple.
"But you're prettiest here…" Axel lets go of her nipple to slide his hands
under her skirt. One hand goes to her bottom, supporting some of her weight,
while his other hand strokes her between the legs.
Xion whimpers and arches her back, panting. She squirms, tugging her skirt and
petticoats up to make it easier for him to find what he's looking for.
"Do you want me to go in, Xion?" Axel presses down on her clit with his thumb.
"Want me to fuck you beautiful?"
"Please!" Xion says, her hips rocking against him. "Please, do it."
"Tell me you're pretty," Axel says, lowering her down for easier access. "Tell
me you feel pretty."
"I'm pretty," Xion gasps, feeling the hot, wet head of his erection against her
thigh. "I feel pretty."
"Good girl," Axel croons, and lowers her onto his cock. He kisses her forehead
and lets go of her skirt, concealing everything from view. He holds her, slowly
pumping his hips, in and out, easily and slowly. "You like that, don't you?"
"I l-like it," Xion gasps, pressing her face into his chest and trying to rock
her hips in time with his.
"You like having what we're doing hidden like this?" Axel is speaking into her
hair, feeling her big red bow brush against his cheek. "Like just feeling and
not seeing?"
"I…" Xion closes her eyes, clenching down on him with the muscles she has down
there and making him hiss.
"Fuck, Xion, do that again…." He pumps into her, so hard that she just knows
that her back will be one big bruise if she doesn't have a potion at some
point. "How're you still so fuckin' tight?" He does something with his hips
that makes his cock do something inside of Xion that makes the girl see sparks.
"Ah!" Xion squeezes down on him again, fisting his coat and locking her ankles
over his lower back, trying to keep him in and close. "Axel, please, I'm going
to…"
"Not yet," Axel growls, and his thrusting is getting more desperate as he gets
closer. But she's had one orgasm and he wants his before she gets another. He
pulls her close, their hips snug together, and he comes, deep inside of her.
His knees go weak for a moment, but he doesn't lose his balance. That's one
advantage of being a Nobody - sterile as a laboratory. His Other had loved
coming in girls, loved going bareback, but fear of pregnancy and disease had
kept him from doing so. He doesn't remember all of this, of course, just knows
that he feels the tiniest twinge of a memory in the back of his mind every time
he comes inside of Xion.
"Axel…" Xion sighs, squirming. She's still worked up, wet and sticky from her
own excitement and his orgasm. She reaches between her legs to press down on
her clit, but she can't reach it under all the petticoats and the fabric of her
dress.
"Shh," Axel whispers into her hair, reaching under her skirt to press down on
her clit, over her entrance, where he's still deep inside of her. "Let Daddy
take good care of you…."
Xion whines and twitches around him, pulling out in a rush of slime and
coldness, since his oversensitive cock doesn't need that. She doesn't know why
he refers to himself that way, but he does, and usually after he fucks her. She
keeps thinking she'll ask him about it, but she always feels a little too timid
afterwards. Anyway, why should she worry about what he wants to call himself,
when he's carefully setting her down on her wobbly legs and kneeling in front
of her, lifting her skirt up and nuzzling her.
"Good girl," Axel murmurs, kissing her clit and licking along her slit, gently.
He can taste himself, taste her, and the intermingling thereof. He smiles,
opening her delicately with one hand and licking her with long, broad strokes
of his tongue. He can feel her trembling, the quaking of her thighs and the
wobbliness of her knees even as his hands move to her bum. He uses his hands to
push her forward, licking and sucking at her clit, just to feel her shuddering
increase.
Xion moans and whimpers and sobs, her hands going to Axel's hair. She can't
grab it, not with his head under her skirt like that, but she can put her hands
on top of his head and thrust her hips forward as his tongue probes her clit,
then slides into her, until she's shaking and shuddering out her orgasm,
melting and trembling, sliding down until she's sitting on the floor, more or
less eye to eye with Axel. "You've got stuff on your chin," she mumbles,
staring up at him with dopy blue eyes.
Axel grins somewhat. "Whose fault is that?" He asks lazily, leaning down to
kiss her chastely on the lips. His breath tastes a bit like his fingers did and
a bit like Roxas' breath smells like, sometimes, when he kisses her after
seeing Axel. Then he stands up, slowly, unfolding like a stork.
"Sorry." She stands up, hugging him around the middle.
"I'll forgive you, just this once," Axel says, his voice full of mock
sternness, "but only because you're so pretty." With that, he opens up a
portal. "C'mon. Let's RTC."
Xion meekly follows after him, casting one last look over her shoulder. She
wonders what will become of this world, with it's shiny people and strange
food. Then she steps in after Axel, content to leave her wonderings for another
evening.
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