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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Axel/Xion, Xion/Surprise
  Character:
      Axel, Xion, surprise_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Blindness, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Underage_Sex, Age_Difference, Community:
      30_lemons, Het
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-29 Words: 3056
****** The Stranger ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Axel makes a deal with someone else, and Xion gets dragged into it.
Xion isn't sure she likes this idea. On paper (or with words, since it wasn't
written down), it didn't seem so bad. True, she'd be blind, but she'd have Axel
close to her, right? And Axel says that if anything bad happens, he'll tell her
and rescue her, so she should be fine. She's just doing him a favor, really,
because he owes someone… something, she isn't sure of the particulars, and
it'll be quick, right? Heck, she might even enjoy it, and if anything bad
happens, well, that's what potions are for, right? After having Axel ask and
wheedle and request for three days, Xion finally gives in, because when he puts
it like that, how bad can it be, right?
Except… except, when Axel was talking about it, he didn't mention that she'd be
naked. Or at least partially naked. Well, she isn't wearing any pants, and that
sort of counts as naked, right? She's not wearing pants, but she's wearing
panties, and that covers the… well, it covers those parts, but still, wearing a
pair of white panties is a lot different from wearing pants. For one thing,
panties are a lot more see through. She doesn't like the feeling of the cold
air on her thighs, not really. It makes her skin get all bumpy. She's wearing a
shirt, at least. So maybe she isn't naked. But she feels naked! As much as she
can feel anything…. She doesn't like not being able to see. Axel had said that
she needed to not see, 'cause it would be awkward, and this person - whoever it
is - doesn't want her to know who they are, and it doesn't really matter,
because Axel is there, and he's the one who counts, right? Still, she's cold
and nervous (as much as she can be nervous), and the darkness in front of her
eyes is making every other sound magnified. She sighs and leans back against
Axel, waiting for whoever-it-is to come in and do whatever-it-is.
Axel is at her back, and that helps a bit. His breath on top of her head is
familiar and comforting, and smelling his smoke and ember smell help her relax,
at least somewhat. He's warm and his arms are heavy, wrapped around her middle,
his two hands pressing down on her belly like an anchor. She's gripping his
arms, through his leather coat, because for some reason, he's kept his coat on,
albeit somewhat unzipped, and the zipper is pressing into her back. He's
resting his head on top of her head, just holding her, and he's waiting for
whoever-it-is. He drums his fingers on her belly, and Xion can hear him
grumbling about the time.
When the door opens, she turns to look towards it, forgetting, for the moment,
that she can't exactly see anything. She hears the sound of leather on leather
- one of their number, wearing their coat. She hears Axel greet them, although
she doesn't catch a name - then again, why would there be a name? The point of
the magic over her face is to keep her from identifying the stranger, right? So
why ruin it by naming them? She feels Axel scoot back, taking her with him, and
then there is a body crouched between her spread legs. It's a big body - even
with her knees spread like this, they're brushing against the person's hips.
Their hands move to her shoulders, and they're big hands, with calluses that
catch on the soft cotton of her shirt. She can smell something, faintly, but
the person crouching between her legs is breathing on her face, and all she can
really smell is dinner - spaghetti, with meatballs and garlic bread. A hint of
something else, but she isn't sure.
The stranger puts a hand under her chin and tilts her face up, and she widens
her eyes in an attempt to see, although she knows it's hopeless. She can't see
through the magic over her eyes. Then a pair of thin lips are pressed against
hers, and feathery hair is fanned around her face. A warm, wet tongue pokes its
way between her lips, stroking her teeth and her own tongue. It still tastes
like dinner, to a certain extent. There are hands - big hands - on her
shoulders, then in her hair, threading through it. She feels the ties of the
person's coat hit her chest, right above her breasts, then the mouth lets go of
hers and the hands leave her shoulders. There is more rustling, and she feels
the breeze as something is thrown to the side. When whoever-it-is leans down to
kiss her again, there isn't any coat, just warm skin, soft hair and a warm
mouth against her own.
Axel mumbles something in her ear, but she doesn't catch all of it - the warm
mouth leaves her and moves down, to kiss along her jaw. She's more concerned
with the aforementioned warm mouth, which is moving down, pressing kisses to
her chin, then forcing her head back-back-back, so that whoever-it-is can kiss
her under her chin. She's fairly certain that the stranger is a man - those
hands are just so big, and the only other female Organization member would be a
lot more… loud about her attentions. As it were. Heck, Xion is fairly sure that
if Larxene were the one crouching between her legs, she'd have had her shirt
torn off of her a long time ago, with Larxene busy between her thighs. Although
she isn't entirely sure what a woman would do with a girl like her. Still, she
knows what the other woman is like - quick and dangerous, always going for
exactly what she wants. This stranger - and as she feels his hands on her
sides, she tries to figure out who, exactly, it is - is taking his time, slow
and languid. His mouth moves from her chin to her collarbone, nipping and
tasting it even through her shirt. There is a grunt, and then Axel is tugging
her arms up-up-up, to pull her shirt off and up, until she's not wearing a
shirt at all, and she's sitting there bare breasted, feeling the leather of
Axel's coat against her bare back, the zipper pressing into her skin.
Whoever-it-is kisses her on the mouth again, a long kiss, a wet kiss, a warm
kiss that captures all of her attention. She tastes something under the taste
of dinner, and even as the big hands stroke and pet her, from her hair to her
back to her sides to her breasts, she kisses him and tries to figure out what
that thing is. The scent and the taste is familiar, but she can't put her
finger on it, although it would be hard to do so, because Axel's fingers are
interlaced with hers, squeezing them carefully.
Xion whimpers into the stranger's mouth, arching her back as two of the big
strong fingers tweak her nipple. The stranger chuckles into her mouth, no doubt
amused by her twitching. She hears Axel's chuckle against the top of her head,
and she rolls her eyes under the darkness of the spell. Axel always seems
amused by her aroused thrashing, and she whimpers again, because a leather
covered knee nudges between hers. Leather? Xion widens her eyes again, because
who does she know who wears leather? Not Demyx. Not Xigbar. So… who else would
it be? She shouldn't be so concerned about who it is, she should be more
concerned with the fact that someone is kissing her, not who the someone is.
Still, she can't help but concentrate on trying to decipher the scent of his
hair as he kisses from her mouth to her neck to her collarbone to between her
breasts.
The scent… flowers? But that doesn't really indicate anything, because she
herself uses flower scented shampoo on occasion. The hair is soft and feathery
against her skin, and the fingers stroking along her belly, to the waistband of
her panties, are big. Not huge, but still, much bigger than her own. Sometimes
it seems almost as if everything is bigger than her - she's (admittedly,
grudgingly) gotten used to having to jump for things, gotten used to having to
ask taller people, stronger people, to get her things off of high shelves, to
lift up heavy things. Oh, Xion is a strong little thing, but that at least is
part of it - she's a little thing, at the end of it all. The stranger on top of
her is huge, compared to her, she can feel his muscle against her own, and it
makes her tremble, a little bit, with some little shadow of fear.
"Sh…." The stranger's voice is too hushed for her to really make out who it is,
but it's definitely a man's voice. He kisses her on the mouth again, and he
takes her hand from Axel's, pressing it against his own chest. He breaks the
kiss and moves her hand across his chest, leaning back and no doubt observing
her.
Xion gets the message - he wants her to touch him. She's obediently strokes
along his chest, feeling across each of his nipples, to his neck. She's
flushing, because she can practically feel his eyes on her, staring at her. In
some crude form of retaliation, she moves her hand up, from his chest to his
chin. When she's about to feel his face, one of the big hands leave her hips
and grabs her wrist. The warm mouth kisses the palm of her hand, then the tips
of each of her fingers. He takes them into his mouth, one by one, sucking on
them, until Xion is squirming, because she can feel the familiar stirrings in
her belly. Axel hasn't ever done anything like that, and she… she likes it.
The stranger takes Xion's hand, the fingers still wet from his mouth, and
places it on his stomach. He's probably rearing up on his knees now, because
she can feel his breath on top of her head, matching Axel's. He (the stranger
that is, not Axel), moves her down further down along his belly, where she can
feel the bristly little hairs under her fingertips, like Axel's, only not. She
wonders idly what color they are, but then her hand is pressed against the
stranger's belt buckle, and Axel is reaching around her, to unbuckle it.
"Can't expect her to do that without seeing," Axel says, sounding grumpy.
The stranger snorts, and Xion feels the warm breath ruffle the hair on top of
her hair. She can almost imagine Axel and the stranger glaring at each other
over her head - Axel's body has been stiff ever since the stranger started
touching her, and she can feel Axel's knees pressing into her hips, clutching
her possessively. Xion doesn't understand it, because, well, this was all
Axel's idea to begin with, right? He was the one who suggested it, so why does
he seem so… reluctant?
The stranger lets go of her hand for a moment, and Axel interlaces their
fingers again, stroking the top of her hand with his thumb. "You're doing such
a good job," he whispers to her, even as the stranger's hands move to her
waistband, tugging her panties up and off.
Xion is blushing as hard as she can, now, pressing her legs together as much as
she can with the person sitting between them. She leans back against Axel,
squeezing his fingers. When the stranger takes her hand from Axel's, she is
meek enough to let him, although her hands are trembling, a little bit. When
the stranger places her hand on something slightly sticky and hot, she squeezes
it tentatively. Yep, that's what she thinks it is. She can feel Axel's, poking
her in the bottom as well. She smiles a tiny little Xion-smile when she hears
the stranger hiss out a breath, and squirms a bit. She won't lie to herself -
the stranger's ministrations are… nice. The feel of Axel's breath on the back
of her neck is nicer, sending pleasant tingles down her back, and there is
something kind of arousing about holding this thing in her hand like this. The
thought that her own body is making someone else's react like that is, well,
arousing.
The stranger lets go of her hand and moves it between her legs, stroking up
along her slit, pausing to press down on her clit with one big fingertip. He
chuckles when she bucks against him, sliding his finger in between the lips she
has down there to collect more fluid and rub it along her clit. Then the hand
leaves Xion, and she whimpers, squirming. It felt good, and she can feel the
start of the buildup of heat in her belly, the sweet fire, as Axel calls it.
Xion feels the stranger lean in closer, breathing on her face his dinner
scented breath. When the wet finger traces her lips, she makes a face, but Axel
nudges her gently in the side with his knee, and she gets the point. She opens
her mouth and takes his finger into her mouth and tastes her own salty, musky
taste, which she doesn't hate, exactly, but doesn't exactly love either. Well,
she can't love or hate anything regardless, but she knows that she can… sort of
enjoy things? She can certainly enjoy the way the stranger's other hand is back
between her legs now, nudging and stroking, pressing down on her clit and
making her hips jitter as each little icy lightning flickers down her back.
"Open up your legs, baby girl," Axel whispers into her ear, his hands going to
her thighs and pushing them open. The backs of his hands brush against the
stranger's skin, and Xion feels him shudder against her. Once again, she
wonders who the stranger is - too big for Roxas, too small for Lexaues… she'll
figure it out, some other time, when she has a chance to really sit and put all
of the little clues together, although there aren't that many. She lifts her
hands up again, to feel the stranger's face, but Axel's hands intercept hers,
putting them on the stranger's shoulders. Seems he doesn't want Xion to know
the identity of whoever-it-is either.
Xion is surprised when she feels the blunt, warm thing nudge against her thigh,
or the fact that the stranger is shifting position between her legs, pushing
her further onto her back. When she feels the hand between her legs start to
guide himself into her, she makes some kind of surprised noise, which results
in a chuckle from whoever-it-is. Then he pushes into her in one long stroke,
hard enough that it hurts a little, and she cries out, squeezing down on him
and pressing into his sides with her knees. The stranger is on top of her now,
and she's stretched out, with Axel under her. She can smell his breath, hot and
heavy against her face, and his hands are on her hips. He's… big, inside of
her. Big and hot and thick, though not as hot as Axel (for obvious reasons).
When the stranger's hips rock against hers, Xion whimpers, her hands going from
his shoulders to wrap around his neck, holding him closer to her. She feels one
of his hands leave her hips, feels it tilt her head back for a kiss, and she
whimpers again, squirming against him. The way he's moving, his pubic bone is
grinding against her clit, making her shudder and squirm and pant, and she can
feel the beginning of the orgasm start to pool in her skull, each thrust of the
stranger's hips and grind against her clit another drip into the pool. When
Axel's hot mouth starts to suck and nibble on her neck, she whimpers, because
now the little pleasure drips aren't drips anymore - they're little trickling
streamlets, steadily getting bigger and bigger as the stranger's thrusts get
faster and Axel's hands go to her breasts, tugging and tweaking her nipples,
his hot, wet mouth nibbling on her neck, her ear, her shoulder. Xion groans and
arches her back, digging her nails into the stranger's back as a jolt of
pleasure shoots down her back, clawing him hard enough that she feels wetness
under her nails and she hears him hiss out a long breath.
The stranger obviously wants her to come first. He reaches down to thumb her
clit, the rocking of his hips speeding up and getting rougher, until Xion feels
herself drip-drop over the edge, until she whimpers her orgasm into the side of
Axel's neck, tightening and spasming around the stranger's cock. She goes limp
against Axel, and he cuddles her to his chest, kissing her sweaty temple. She
feels when the stranger comes, deep inside of her, hot and wet, and then the
stranger withdraws from her. She hears him rustling, hears the sound of the
zippers being done up. She feels the stranger press a kiss to her forehead,
feels soft, feathery hair against her cheek, and the stranger is gone, leaving
Xion to cuddle up to Axel.
Axel lets her go to sleep, although she knows he masturbates after he tucks her
into bed - she hears him moan and feels him shudder when he finally comes. When
she wakes up again, she can see again, and she blinks at the brightness of the
room. Axel is gone, but he left a note - meet him in the gray room as soon as
she can. With a groan - her thighs are still sticky and her back is sore - she
makes her ways towards the room after getting dressed. As she walks towards
Saix, something catches her eye. Larxene hits Marluxia on the back of his
shoulders, and he winces. He looks up, catching Xion's eye, and he smirks. Xion
catches his smirk and flushes a dark red, examining her feet. When she glances
at Axel, he's glaring at Marluxia, and for some reason, it makes Xion feel a
bit better. Still… she's going to have a talk with him, later. After the
mission. With this in mind, she looks up at Saix for her mission, preparing for
whatever it is the worlds will send her, even if by "the worlds", she thinks
"Axel".
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