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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Axel/Xion
  Character:
      Axel, Xion, Demyx
  Additional Tags:
      Drugged_Sex, Underage_Sex, Outdoor_Sex, Age_Difference, Het, Community:
      30_lemons, Wonderland
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-29 Words: 4463
****** Kaleidoscope Eyes ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Axel and Xion make the mistake of ingesting... something in
     Wonderland.
Xion usually doesn't like Wonderland. It leaves her feeling muzzy headed and
dopy, leaving her stumbling and blinking. But this time… she likes this time.
She remembers Xemnas' warning not to eat or drink anything in Wonderland, but
she didn't drink or eat this, now did she? The Caterpillar gave her a long pipe
to breathe from, and she likes this new fuzzy, dreamy way of looking at the
world. She likes the way her skin feels, too. It feels warm and soft, sitting
here in the grass with her own bare hand feeling her face. She discarded her
gloves a long time ago - just feeling her hair through her fingers is enough to
send her shuddering and shivering. It's soft and ticklish, dribbling through
her fingers like liquid. Black, inky liquid, and she can feel the little
droplets against her fingers. A flicker of red in the corner of her eye makes
her look to the left, seeing Axel sprawled out on the grass, his coat off and
his shirt gone. He seems to like the feel of the grass on him, because he's
moaning, rocking and squirming around on the ground.
Xion looks over at Axel's bright red hair - if she touches it, will her hands
get red, too? She reaches over to feel it, grabbing a spike in her hand, then
letting go. No, the red doesn't rub off on her fingers. It doesn't feel warm
or… red either, and Xion frowns, because that isn't how it's supposed to be, is
it? But does her coat feel black? What would black feel like? She pets her
belly through her coat, feeling the cool, smooth-ish leather. It feels black.
But her shirt is black. Will her shirt feel black, too? She unzips her coat -
and the zipper feels silver, enough to distract her - and then she's feeling
along the black cotton of her shirt, and that feels black too, but a different
kind of black. A shadow black, versus a darkness black? She turns to ask Axel,
but then she's distracted again, this time by his tattoos. They're black too -
will they feel similar?
Axel grunts when Xion climbs onto his belly, but he's more concerned by the
tickle of the grass along his bare skin. She seems a long way off, but he can
feel her solid weight on his hips. Her fingers are tracing his lips, feeling
the thin line of them, and her other fingers are stroking his eyebrows, and
they don't feel red either. They feel kind of a pale pink, but not red….
Xion pokes her fingers into Axel's mouth, feeling around inside of it. It's red
and warm and moist, and Xion isn't sure if it feels more red then his hair, and
she asks him. Axel just looks at her with an uncomprehending look, but his acid
green eyes have glazed over and he's more concerned with the way Xion's hair is
draped across her forehead. It looks like oil, and he rubs it with his thumb in
an attempt to get the stain off.
Axel is only spreading the oil around, and he grumbles in frustration and uses
his other hand, until he's gotten it all over her forehead. Her eyes look like
little bits of the sky, surrounded by clouds.
"Xion, how'd you get the sky in your eyes?" Axel reaches up, getting more oil
on her face, over each eye. Or was that oil there before?
"I don't have the sky in my eyes," Xion says, and staring down at Axel's green
ones, and at his pale skin. Her bare fingers feel along his cheeks to his jaw,
feeling the strong line of his jaw, to his neck. "Or maybe I do. How would I
know?" She leans in close to him, close-close-close, until their noses are
touching. "But does that mean that you've got grass in yours?"
"Your lips are like cherries," Axel whispers, only that isn't true, because
Xion's lips are thin and pink, not dark red. Still, he kisses her, because she
tastes like darkness and stale chocolate and sea salt sweetness, and even if it
isn't necessarily a good taste, it's a familiar taste, and as a Nobody, he is
drawn to the familiar because it can almost feel like he's doing it for having
a heart instead.
Xion kisses him back, and he tastes like ashes and cinders and darkness and
something else, something familiar that leaves tears tracking down her face as
she kisses him, her hands going to his red hair that doesn't feel red and her
knees squeezing tight at his bony ribs. His skin is soft against hers, so soft,
and she scoots down, resting her cheek against his chest, between his nipples.
"It's like a seashell," she mumbles, getting tears on his chest to join in with
the sweat, because Wonderland is a hot place, and Axel feels even hotter than
usual, like a furnace. But soft, so soft, and it feels so amazing against her
cheek, under her hands, as she runs her fingers along it.
"I don't have a seashell," Axel says, looking down at Xion's head. Maybe it
isn't oil - maybe it's just dark ink. When he runs his fingers through it, he
doesn't see any of the ink stick to his fingers, or the oil, or whatever it is,
but it feels soft, so soft. It's different from the tickle of the grass against
his skin, which seems to wake up every nerve, sending them humming and
twitching under his skin, up to meet Xion's fingers, and does the twitching go
up to Xion's skin as well? Her little body is moving slowly, twitching and
rocking, but he doesn't know if it's from the exact same nerves firing, only
under her skin. But would that make them the same nerves in the first place? Or
are they connected invisibly, like light in the air?
"But you should be able to taste the ocean," Xion says, then makes a confused
face, 'cause she meant to say "hear', not "taste". But maybe, even if she can't
hear the ocean in Axel's skin, she can taste it? She places a kiss over his
collarbone, her tongue flickering out to taste his skin. Salt, yes, but not sea
salt. Cinders and ashes, just like his kiss. Cinder and ash and darkness and
stale chocolate, dry as bone and dust. He's so dry that he'll shrivel up and
fly away, and it terrifies Xion to the core of her not-heart, terrifies her in
a way that can't actually be a feeling, because it's making her shake and tears
are dripping down her chin, making little marks on Axel's skin, leaving little
spots in the dust.
Axel frowns, feeling the moisture on his chest. "Your eyes are raining," he
murmurs, cupping her cheek in one huge hand and stroking her cheekbone with his
thumb. It's so thin and delicate - she's so thin and delicate. He doesn't want
her to snap in two, and he lets go of her cheek to go to her back, to feel the
click-click-click of her backbone through the thin cotton of her shirt, feels
how very strong her bones are, to support her tiny frame. He presses down,
because they feel almost like buttons, and what will happen if he presses one?
Will she tell his fortune? The faint flick of her tongue is sending more little
shivers through his nerves, because it's rough and warm and wet, and he the
stirring between his legs is familiar, as it always is when she is around.
Xion keeps licking along his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and the ash,
the bitter stale chocolate taste of darkness. She doesn't taste the sea,
though, no matter where she licks him, from the dip in his collarbone
collecting sweat to the thin dusting of hair on his chest. She tastes ashes and
dust, dry as bone deserts, and is that what Axel is? A desert, waiting for the
rain? Or maybe not the rain - maybe the sea, to create new paths and valleys.
Axel moans gutturally when he feels her tongue go lower, wetting the skin of
his chest. It dries off quickly, though, because of the heat of Wonderland and
the heat of Axel. He has to wonder what it is she's doing to him - is she
trying to change him? Or maybe she's painting him… after all, her tongue is
pink. Is it leaving trails of pink on his chest? He gets up on his elbows and
sees her inky dark hair, letting go of it to stroke the grass, because the soft
ticklishness of it seems to whisper against his skin, telling all kinda of
special secrets. He isn't sure which to concentrate on, the grass whispering to
him or the feel of Xion's little pink tongue, painting his chest with colors he
can't see. "What's the picture look like?" He asks, and his voice is groggy and
seems to be coming from a long way off.
"Picture?" Xion looks up at him, her sky colored eyes confused. "What picture?"
She feels wetness between her legs, and the beginnings of an ache that starts
deep in her belly, a twitching, loosening/tightening that makes her moan and
press her knees together. He only seems to stay wet for an instant, and she has
to pass over his chest several times for it to leave any wetness. She's laving
at his nipples now, because they get harder under her tongue, and he twitches
against her when she does it, pressing his bare chest to her covered belly.
"You're painting a picture," Axel says, a bit dazedly, then tugs at her shirt.
"Let me paint you one." He won't paint it with his tongue, though. Xion's
special - she seems to bleed color, leaving trails of black and white and blue,
from her dark hair to her blue eyes to the bits of pale skin he can see. He'll
use his fingers, use her own color to paint pictures on her skin with his
fingertips.
Xion lets him pull the shirt up and over her head, but she's more concerned
with licking along his chest, moving from one nipple to the other, because when
she licks it, he arches against her and groans, making her whimper as well,
because now his skin is pressed against hers, and her warm sweat is rubbing
against his body, making it wetter, and she concentrates instead on tasting his
mouth, because it has to be wet, because it's a mouth, right? So she squirms
her way up-up-up, her small breasts pressed against his chest, and begins to
kiss him, her hands tangling in his red not-fire hair, which is wet with sweat
and Wonderland mist.
Axel is a bit surprised when she kisses him - it seems that in Wonderland, he
can feel things like surprise, which makes sense, considering what kind of a
place Wonderland is - but he kisses her back, tasting her mouth. Is she
painting his mouth with colors? What colors would they be? Pink, like hers, or
red, or maybe some color he's never seen before? He doesn't know, and he's got
the shadow-glimmer of curiosity, but he can't exactly see his own mouth, so he
doesn't bother. Instead, he tangles his hands in her hair and pulls her as
close as he can, because maybe if they merge together, become one person or one
Nobody or something approaching that, then maybe they might have something
approaching a heart. Besides, it feels really good, the way her knees are
clutching at his ribs and she's rocking against him, her hips jerking as she
makes these little whimpering noises, no doubt aided by the way the seam of her
pants is pressing down against her where she's the most sensitive.
When she opens her eyes, she sees Axel's, staring her right in the face. This
close, his eyes don't look just green - she can see bits of blue in them, too.
Maybe the blue bits are from her eyes, and maybe her crying got into his eyes
somehow, so now they share eyes. Is it possible to share eyes? She's heard of
women in the Coliseum world, three old women who share a tooth and an eye. But
it doesn't feel like that, because then she'd be missing bits of her eyes. Is
she? Frantically, she lets go of him and sits up, reaching for her own face,
patting it. Her eyes are still in place - but how would she know, because when
she reaches to feel them, her eyes close. "Axel?" Her voice is scared, and it
almost feels like real fear.
"Yeah?" Axel's fingers skate up and down her back, stroking along her backbone,
feeling the knobs. She looks scared, and he doesn't want her to be scared, so
he pulls her closer to him, to take comfort in the closeness of their two
bodies, take comfort in the way they almost-almost-almost fit together like a
puzzle.
"My eyes. They're still there, right?" She clings to him, her fingers in his
hair. Her hips are still rocking, still jerking, and she feels him against her
through his pants and through her pants, hot and hard and heavy, pressing
against her leg. She wants him, wants to see if her own wetness could cool him
off and wet him down, to keep him from drying up like bone and turning into
nothing but dust. He's so hot, burning under her skin, all of their skin
touching, all the places burning fire-hot. But he's fire, so it makes sense. In
as much sense as Wonderland ever makes. She kisses him and tastes his wet-fire
mouth, feels his hands stroking up and down her back, strong and bony and hot,
just like the rest of him.
Axel likes kissing Xion, likes holding Xion to him and pressing her down
against him to feel the wonderful slide of their bodies against each other.
She's small and soft and warm against him. She's always a bit timid around him,
but he can live with it, because she's Xion, and it's part of her… Xion-ness.
He hasn't often thought about it, but he is now, possibly because of
Wonderland. He needs to come to Wonderland more often. It really expands his
horizons, Wonderland. He's so busy contemplating Xion's timidity and the
expansion of his horizons that he doesn't notice Xion has stopped kissing him,
that she's moved down and that her busy little hands have moved as well, to his
belt.
Xion doesn't want to put out Axel's fire. She knows that the fire is a vital
part of him, as important to him as her own lungs or her hands. But she's seen
fires burn themselves out before, choking on their own ash and gobbling their
fuel up like greedy children. She doesn't want that to happen to Axel - she'll
give him some of her own fuel, and water is fuel, right? Water is life, and
even if she doesn't have water in her, she's got something close enough. So she
fumbles with his pants, reaching inside of them to draw out the part of him
that's the hottest, filled with almost-blood and practically trembling in her
hand. She's seen this part of him before, of course, but she's never really
noticed how very… pretty it is, and she has to stop and examine it, squirming
down and off of him, leaning forward until her face is level with it.
Axel is yanked out of his reverie by Xion's tiny hands on his cock. His hips
jerk and he gives a hoarse moan, feeling all of his nerve endings flare up like
matches. He looks down the long line of his belly to see Xion crouching between
his legs, one hand holding his cock. He wants to buck his hips up into her
hands, but then he might hit her in one of her eyes, and then it might start
raining again. So he tries to keep his hips still and just pants, grabbing the
grass in great handfuls and yanking them out.
"It's pretty," Xion says, looking up at him. She leans forward and licks along
the line of his cock, because even though she knows her saliva isn't enough to
wet him down the way he should be, she can't help but try. Of course, it
doesn't stay wet, but he bucks up against her, smearing the moisture against
her forehead. Moisture. Could he maybe dampen his fire with his own self? Well,
even if he could, what about the fire in her own belly? She can feel the
familiar burning twitch, and if she doesn't quench it soon, it might burn her
up, right with Axel.
Axel can't entirely believe that Xion is being quite so… take charge. Normally,
he's the one who undresses her, who kisses her, who makes her squirm and
whimper and whine under him, or on top of him, or against him. But this time,
she's scrambling all over him, working the fastenings of her own pants, then
yanking them off, along with her white panties. She's entirely naked now, and
looking so very lovely. Axel wants to kiss her nipples, see if they'll turn
darker from the redness of his own mouth. But she's too far away for him to do
that - she's scrambling onto his legs, sitting with his cock just teasing
against her pussy.
"It's so hot," she says, and her voice still has that dreamy, far away quality.
She's wet, so wet, her arousal sticky on her thighs and against his cock. She
reaches down between them, to tug his cock completely upright, and positions
herself over it, before beginning to slide down, engulfing it inside of her,
slowly. "Plugging a leak," she mumbles, and begins to giggle, then to laugh,
because she's still leaking all over his groin and hers, even as she holds him
tight inside of her, feeling him start to scorch her in a way that should hurt
but doesn't. Her own sea self keeps her safe, because no fire can boil away the
ocean, and his own fire keeps him safe, because the fire in his veins is the
fire that runs through the hearts of worlds.
Axel gasps and begins to pant, holding very, very still. If he moves, he might
just break into a thousand tiny pieces, and that would be bad, because that
would leave Xion all by herself to be lonely, and even if she can't technically
by lonely, he wouldn't want her to feel the tiny little shadow of it. So he
holds perfectly still, staring up at her wide blue eyes with his own green
ones, grabbing the grass in great handfuls and taking in deep breaths.
Xion squeezes down on him, panting heavily. She leans forward, still holding
him inside of her, her tiny breasts pressed against his chest, and reaches for
his hands, threading their fingers together. When she sits back up, Axel is
sitting up as well, at least a bit, holding her fingers in his. She tentatively
rocks her hips, doing something twitchy with the muscles she has inside that
makes him shudder.
"Xion," Axel whispers, and slowly thrusts upwards, angling for the place where
he knows will make her see stars. He lets her set the pace, though, because
he's still got the feeling of being barely held together, fraying at the edges
like an old rug, fading like a painting that's been in the sun too long. He
takes her hands, which are still wrapped inside of his, and presses them
against his cheeks, because he thinks that her soft hands will keep him
together, or at least keep him from breaking. He sighs when she strokes his
cheekbones with her thumbs, moving his hands from covering her own to her
breasts, to gently thumb her nipples. He examines his thumb, but it's still the
same color - maybe the color doesn't transfer, because she's so pale? She
practically glows with color, but she's still pale, so maybe her color just
shines, it doesn't come off, like a star.
Xion mewls and begins to ride him, setting a slow, steady pace, her knees
pushing her up and almost off, then back down, where she squeezes him. Her skin
feels electrified, more so then before, and ever nerve tingles. His hands on
her breasts are wonderful, and she's slowly starting to climb the mountain, but
she's not there yet, and she'll need something else to get there. With a
whimper, she takes his hand off of her breast and brings it between her legs,
to where they're joined. She presses his fingers against her clit, jerking her
hips into his hand and starting to ride his cock faster, feeling the sweat drip
down her body. It's dripping onto his skin, leaving little marks, like so much
rain in dust. She can feel him get hotter and hotter inside of her, but she's
getting wetter and wetter, so she isn't dousing his fire and he isn't boiling
her up, and that's good, that's right, that's wonderful and perfect and other
good things, except her line of thought is starting to get incoherent,
interrupted by bursts of light and little bites of lightning that tickle along
her back and up to the back of her skull, then back down to the tips of her
toes and her fingers.
Axel gasps and bucks up into her, thumbing her clit. His other hand clutches
her hip, not guiding her or controlling her, just holding on, marveling at the
slipperiness of her skin and the flush in her cheeks. She clutching him
tightly, her hand pressing his fingers closer to her clit and her knees
pressing into his sides, while her pussy holds on to him, tight-tight-tight. It
doesn't help that all of his nerves feel electrified, so that every touch seems
to send little icy fires under his skin, and it doesn't matter if the touch is
from the grass or her, although her touch seems to magnify it. Is it because
it's her touch in particular, or is it the touch itself? He considers pondering
on this, except she does something wriggly with her spine, and before he knows
what's happening, he's coming in a gush of scalding fluid, deep inside of her.
He sees flashes of light and color, and he isn't sure if the wetness of his
cheeks is sweat or tears, but he doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't
want to think about the ache in his chest, or the simple tiny moment where he
is almost sure that he felt something, even as the lights in the sky danced. So
he strokes her side with his free hand and keeps thumbing her clit, thrusting
up into her even as he starts to go soft.
Xion gasps, feeling the spill of heat inside of her, and she feels a split
second of shadow-fear, because would that boil her? Will it make her turn into
steam? But then the pressure of his fingers returns, insistent and solid and…
there, making her squirm and whimper and moan as she gets closer and closer to
the top of the mountain - or is it a hill? She looks down, meeting Axel's eyes,
and his cheeks are wet too, his eyes wide and green. She whimpers, pressing his
hand closer to her clit, her other reaching for the hand he has on her side and
taking it, squeezing the fingers. She comes in a rush, going rigid and shaking
as little colors flash in front of her eyes and the frozen fire spreads through
her whole body like an electric shock. She keeps shaking for a few seconds,
then slumps forward, pressing her face into Axel's chest. She feels exhausted
now, her whole body made of lead and darkness.
Axel pulls her closer to him, pulling her up, close enough that he can kiss the
top of her head, feel her inky, slippery hair against his lips. "'s'nice," he
mumbles, feeling the beginnings of sleep creep over the horizon. The grass is
just so pleasant, and the weight of Xion's little body is so… comforting. He
rubs his hands along her back, mixing and muddying the colors he can't see (but
he can feel, at least with the tips of his fingers) and listening to both of
their breathing get slower and slower….
Xion snuggles up to him, her own eyes drifting shut. She dreams then, dreams of
things that she can't remember. Some of it frightens her - and she can be
frightened, because this is a dream, and in dreams you can feel things, even if
they're shadow things. The fact that they're in Wonderland probably doesn't
help matters - after all, Wonderland is nothing but a dream world, running on
dream time and dream logic. Xion doesn't remember her dreams, except in small,
echoing snatches, and most of the snatches make no sense, so they slip from her
mind almost as soon as she remembers them again. She knows, in that way that
all dreamers know, that Axel is dreaming as well, and maybe they meet up.
Neither can remember, after the fact.
Axel wakes up with a pounding (but clear) head and a smirking Demyx standing
over him.
"Didn't the Superior say we're only supposed to do that shit on our own time?"
He idly nudges Axel in the ribs with one booted foot, leaning down to gently
pat Xion on the bottom.
Xion wakes up slowly when she feels the leather covered hand on her skin. She
squeaks and looks around, then winces - the light hurts. "Axel? What happened?"
She glances over to see Demyx leering at both of them, and blushes, from her
face to her neck to her chest, right over her breasts. Her head is banging like
a drum and every flash of light makes the drum bang louder, and she feels
queasy and shaky and stretched too thin.
"Fuck you," Axel says amicably, not even bothering to cover up. Demyx has seen
him naked before - they've fucked often enough. He just doesn't like the way
Demyx is looking at Xion. The tiny little Nobody is Axel's, and not anybody (or
Nobody) else's. Almost casually, he brings a hand down to grab at Xion's
bottom, squeezing it possessively.
Xion groans. She watches the two Nobodies eyeing each other like dogs (and
she's seen dogs fighting and circling each other, in several different worlds)
and decides her original opinion of Wonderland still stands as she nurses her
pounding head - she does not like it, not one bit.
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