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There was silence in the room Where Nothing Gathers. This wasn't rare—one could only hear so many of Xemnas's pontificating speeches without the mind wandering—but for once, this quiet was not due to a general sense of boredom as Xemnas prattled on. In fact, the man hadn't even spoken yet, letting the tension build as each member cast questioning glances at each other and pondered the reason for this impromptu meeting. Axel merely lounged in his chair, wishing he'd get it over with.

"It has come to my attention," the Superior spoke finally, drawing out each word with care, "that some of our members have become... distracted."

There was a ripple of anticipation through the room. Loyalties were so flimsy in the Organization, and proper entertainment so rare, that seeing one of their colleagues chewed out for incompetency was a highly-valued spectacle. And this instance promised to be a real show; Xemnas frowned to himself as if unable to understand a great betrayal as he continued.

"Earlier this week, I gave clear instructions that a large group of Heartless were to be dispatched. Is this not in service to our greater purpose, to gather hearts? Is this not a reasonable request to make?"

There were a few smug nods from the gathered assembly, and some curious looks sent towards Roxas, who tended to receive most Heartless missions and generally completed them unfailingly, without complaint. Feeling the eyes on him, Roxas shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Xemnas did not wait for an answer before ploughing on.

"And yet, these instructions were not followed. Imagine my disappointment to hear that so many hearts still remain uncaptured." There was a general murmur of agreement, even though they all knew there were plenty of hearts still around, and who hadn't let a mark slip away when the day was long? That wasn't the point, though; they could all agree on the importance of a good work ethic when it meant someone else got the stick.

"Furthermore," Xemnas continued, eyes now raised to the ceiling as if begging for answers from above, "yesterday, I gave a special task to one of our most trusted colleagues." This time, there was a murmur of confusion; Roxas could not be considered a high-ranking member, or someone who would be likely given special missions. High in his chair, Axel's hand quietly curled into a fist. "But, to my immense shock, they did not complete it. Now our operations in that world have been set back significantly, and I find myself asking, why?"

Xemnas let the silence settle ominously. Some of the members looked apprehensive—Demyx particularly, as someone regularly on the receiving end of a scolding—but many looked amused, even excited. Larxene wasn't even pretending to hide her malicious smirk, her crossed leg bouncing in gleeful anticipation. When the simmering tension had stretched to breaking point, Xemnas cleared his throat.

"Number Eight." The words were dangerously soft. The Superior's yellow eyes swivelled to land on the man in question, along with every other eye in the room.

"Yes, Superior," Axel answered, feigning innocence.

"You have been slipping. You should know I do not tolerate failure."

"It's alright, Xemnas, I—"

"I did not ask for your excuses," Xemnas snapped, and for the first time anger slipped into his usually neutral tone.

Axel's teeth clacked shut.

"Once, I can put down to bad luck, or a simple mistake. But twice... twice requires a reprimand. Consider this a reminder of your place and what I ask of you. I trust you will quickly, ah, commit it to memory."

Axel nodded with more confidence than he felt, bracing himself for the inevitable pain of whatever Xemnas was going to throw at him. Perhaps literally.

Instead, Xemnas suddenly shifted his gaze to the other side of the room, and held out a hand.

Cords of black and white thorns appeared, shooting across the room towards the youngest Organization member and in an instant, wrapping tight around his middle. Roxas cried out, struggling as the thorns of nothingness pinned his arms to his sides.

"What the—Let me go! I didn't do anything!"

"Oh, but you have," said Xemnas, curling his fingers and letting the spiked threads lift Roxas into the air. "A pretty young thing causes many problems. If one of our disciples is wavering, if a new... toy threatens one of our own..." Roxas came to a stop above the raised dais at the centre of the room, hovering and kicking, his boots just scraping the floor. "What other recourse do I have? For the good of all, I must break that toy."

At these words, the papery binds bent Roxas at the hips so he faced the floor, body horizontal and legs still dangling. Axel's stomach dropped, but he didn't dare speak.

"What are you doing!" Roxas yelled, red-faced and still struggling to pull his arms free from where they were pinioned to his side. "Xemnas!" For a split second as he struggled, Roxas's eyes met Axel's, and in that gaze Axel saw that Roxas would not ask for his help, would not shout his name in fear, no matter how dire things became.

"Perhaps," Xemnas continued, paying no attention to Roxas's protests, "once sullied, the toy might lose its shine?" He looked again at Axel, who could do nothing but swallow.

Xemnas looked briefly disappointed by this lack of reaction. "Please know I take no pleasure in this," he said dispassionately, settling back into his chair. "Number Two. I believe you know what to do."

With a shit-eating grin, Xigbar hopped up in his chair and dematerialised, dark portal appearing instantly beside the trussed-up thirteenth member.

"I'd apologise in advance, kid," Xigbar said as he stepped out and appraised the boy in front of him. "But you know I wouldn't really mean it."

He tossed his gloves aside and reached out, hands connecting with Roxas's body at the hips, below where the binds held him fast. Roxas froze as teasing fingers slipped inside his coat to trace over his hipbones, and twisted his head back to try to see Xigbar's face. From his high vantage point, Axel could see the smirk on Xigbar's ugly mug as he raked his eyes over Roxas from behind, and it made a sick feeling twist inside him. Axel closed his eyes briefly as in a swift movement, Xigbar flipped the boy's coat back over him and grabbed his hips in a punishingly rough grip.

"What are you—ah!" Roxas gasped as his pants were wrenched down to his ankles, baring his naked form from the waist down. Tugging the garments off over his boots and discarding it to the side, Xigbar wasted no time before taking hold of Roxas's ass with clawed hands and pressing his cheeks apart.

A chorus of hoots and jeers rang out from the assembled audience at this turn of events. Roxas writhed, kicking and shouting, and he managed to clock Xigbar in the shin before more binds appeared, looping and tightening around his knees to still them in place. Hissing, Xigbar grabbed at the boy's ass again, rougher now, and spat, rubbing the saliva over Roxas's puckered entrance with his thumb.

"What the fuck," Roxas huffed, thrashing anew and then crying out as Xigbar pressed right into him. The stretch was way too much, too soon, but Xigbar gave no mercy, quickly scissoring him open to add two fingers, then a third as Roxas let out a string of curses and cries through gritted teeth.

"Number Three," Xemnas said suddenly from above. He was leaning a hand against his face as he watched the spectacle, looking almost bored. "Your turn."

With a light scoff, Xigbar withdrew his hand, Roxas slumping in relief; but if he thought Xigbar was done with him, he was still as naive as the day he'd walked into this den of vipers. Instead, Xigbar strolled leisurely around to Roxas's front, where the blond glared and spat insults at him.

"Fuck you, you disgusting old man. Get away from me."

Number Two only laughed. "As if. Come on, tiger," he said, bringing a hand down to trace the significant bulge at the front of his pants. "Being a hot young thing has its advantages. Besides, you earned this." As he spoke, he took a hold of his lower zipper and opened his coat from the bottom up. Then he reached into his pants and took out his cock, lazily stroking its swollen length as he watched Roxas's mouth fall open in shock.

"Suck on it, Roxas!" came a hooting cry from the gallery, followed by a rumble of laughter. Grinning widely, Xigbar stepped closer.

Roxas shook his head from side to side, desperately wrenching his arms to try and get free, so that the spiked edges of the magical binds cut lacerations into his wrists and down his legs. But it wasn't getting him anywhere. Xigbar grabbed his head in a vice grip with one hand and held his dick with the other, tracing the head over Roxas's stubbornly pursed pink lips before forcing firmly into his mouth. Roxas moaned around it, tears beading at the corners of his eyes.

The boy was so preoccupied with Xigbar's treatment that he failed to notice Xaldin behind him, quietly divesting himself of his lower garments to reveal his own considerable length, already erect and straining. He palmed it a few times contemplatively, running his thumb along the slit as he lined himself up with Roxas's entrance. Then, without warning, he grabbed at Roxas's thigh, and slid right in.

Roxas's scream was muffled, and followed by a desperate choke as Xigbar also buried himself, deep in his throat. He struggled for a second, stilling when the movement only caused more pain. Angry tears rolled down Roxas's cheeks as Xaldin began to thrust in earnest, and the slapping sound of him bottoming out inside Roxas, sinking into that tight heat again and again with rhythmic grunts, filled the room. As for Xigbar, he simply held himself deep in Roxas's throat for a while, clearly enjoying the sight of the blond shaking and drooling around his cock and regularly jerking forwards with the force of Xaldin's thrusts from behind.

Axel was rooted to his seat. Some long-forgotten, confusing mix of emotions was making itself known, making him feel both turned on and horrified; unsteady, restless and frozen. He felt honour-bound as Roxas's friend-or-whatever to stick up for him somehow, knew on a fundamental level that in this situation, friends-or-whatevers wouldn't let their partner be debauched by a group of immoral perverts without at least raising an objection. The urge to do something was strong, but when his eyes flicked to Xemnas he found the man watching him instead of the spectacle, empty eyes glittering.

Self-preservation had always been Axel's strongest instinct, particularly in the absence of any other feelings, so he stayed glued to his seat, watching. He couldn't help himself from stirring, though, ashamed lust curling in his abdomen at seeing Roxas in this state—his beautiful pale legs spread wide and trembling, cheeks hollowed, gorgeous lips stretched around the unwelcome intruder in his mouth and eyes still flaring deliciously with defiance.

Axel hadn't been a person for a long time now, so he couldn't be expected to be a good person, could he?

Roxas was red, angry and stretching tight around where Xaldin carelessly pounded into him, picking up the pace. After a short crescendo where Roxas twisted his body desperately and groaned around the cock in his mouth, Number Three's gloved fingers dug into Roxas's skin as he came with a thick groan, thrusting deeply once, twice and a third time. When he withdrew, the puckered ring of muscle twitched and clenched at the absence, but Roxas's legs shook and hung limp with relief.

"Number Four," said Xemnas, and Axel saw Roxas's eyes grow wide.

"Superior," Vexen spoke up immediately, a distasteful twist to his mouth, "you know I prefer to take a scientific stance on such things. With your permission, I would return to my work."

"Granted," Xemnas said with a gracious wave of his hand, and Vexen disappeared into a dark portal, ignoring the outbreak of booing from the watching audience. Roxas looked relieved, until—"Number Five."

At the despairing look on Roxas's face, Xigbar finally slid out of his mouth with a sigh, jerking his cock with a tight fist as he came, splattering ropes of white all over Roxas's face.

"And... Number Six," added Xemnas, as Xigbar swaggered off to watch the rest of the show. Roxas spluttered, coughing and blinking cum out of his eyes, too shocked to do anything but whimper.

At the call, Number Six hesitated. "I-I—" Zexion began in a shaky voice, but at a sharp look from Lexaeus he fell silent. The enormous taciturn Nobody took his place behind Roxas, nodding to Zexion who licked his lips and moved to Roxas's head.

Behind the still-struggling blond, Lexaeus unzipped himself, revealing a girth that had Axel wincing. The redhead stared, unable to look away as Roxas's whole body jerked and tensed as just the pulsing tip began to press inside. Roxas cried out, his unimpeded, desperate shout echoing around the walls. "Aah! Fuck, no... don't—!" As with everything, Lexaeus was slow and silent, taking his time rocking in and out patiently without yet pressing deeper.

At a gesture from the larger man, Zexion quickly undressed himself, then awkwardly held his half-hard dick out and poked into Roxas's already-abused mouth, mid-cry. Momentarily in control of his own jaw, Roxas took the opportunity to bite, scraping his teeth hard against the sensitive head pushing into his mouth. Zexion yelped in response, but Axel snorted, thinking privately that he was lucky not to have lost the thing entirely.

"I always encourage a firm hand, Number Six," Xemnas said pointedly. Blushing scarlet, Zexion shoved in further, effectively stopping Roxas's protests as he hit the back of the blond's mouth, making him gag. The waiting audience tittered, accompanied by subtle shifting sounds of fabric that betrayed their impatience.

Roxas was hard himself now with the over-stimulation, dick poking out from beneath his half-unzipped coat, twitching and dribbling pre-cum onto the platform below. Lexaeus was teasing, making him ready for each extra inch that slid agonisingly past that tight ring of muscle. Watching how Roxas clenched his eyes shut to take it, how Zexion's cock glided repeatedly past his lips in a clumsy mimicry of what was happening to his ass, Axel wasn't surprised that Zexion lasted no time at all; he cried out suddenly, forcing Roxas to swallow and splutter as he emptied himself down the boy's throat.

The man withdrew quickly, and Roxas gasped for air, spitting saliva and cum as he jerked his head towards their Superior. "Fuck you, Xemnas," he shouted, voice hoarse and wavering in time with Lexaeus's continued thrusts behind him. "You fucking—ah—piece of shit, I swear—"

"Oh dear," Xemnas tutted, "Number Seven, can you please assist in silencing this rudeness?"

"With pleasure," Saix grovelled, and in an instant he was there, roughly yanking Roxas by the hair so that he yelled, then shoving his own readied cock deep into his mouth. Roxas made an enraged sound, unable to vocalise but glaring daggers up at the blue-haired man as Saix forced himself deeper.

He set a cruel pace. Despite the hum of Roxas's continued attempts at verbalisation around him, and the ferocity with which he was fucking the boy's mouth, Saix looked positively bored. Not slowing his pace at all, his eyes cast around the room, until they locked on Axel's. His eyebrows quirked, as if to say, is this it?

Fury and lust mixed and roiled in Axel's belly. Fists clenched and shaking, he imagined stomping over there and shoving Saix out of the way, off the dais and to the ground where he'd break. Axel would take his place, would cup Roxas's jaw lovingly, guide his own length between those bruised, searing, perfect lips, and Roxas would melt, begging for him as he sucked him deep. The thought had Axel throbbing under his coat, need rising with every pained moan as Roxas was assaulted from either end.

Finally, finally, Lexaeus brought it to a close, pulling out to paint his copious seed all over Roxas's back. Axel gripped the arms of his chair and sat forward—reluctantly tore his eyes from the sight of cum dripping down Roxas's trembling thighs, to look expectantly at his Superior.

Xemnas met his gaze coolly. "Number Nine."

Axel went rigid. For a second he was frozen, eyes locked on Xemnas and blinking in disbelief. Roxas's muffled groans echoed plaintively in his ears.

Demyx was quick to obey the summons, swollen dick already out and a delighted grin across his face as he hurried forward. The opposite of Lexaeus in every possible way, the young man had no finesse, or restraint. He wasted only a moment squeezing at Roxas's cheeks, goggling at the drip of spent fluid leaking from his twitching hole, before sloppily entering him as well.

"Fuck," the man groaned lewdly, throwing his head back as he forced himself in deep. "Ohh, Roxas, you feel so good. How the fuck are you—still—this—tight?" he marvelled, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt. Roxas barely seemed to notice, jaw tense and eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of Saix still rutting unrelentingly into the back of his throat. He gagged around him, making unpleasant gurgling noises as he gasped for breath. A wicked smile broke out over Saix's face as he watched, fingers squeezing Roxas's jaw as he twisted his other hand sharply in his blond hair.

Axel made a sudden movement, mind clouded with a need to summon his chakrams and fling them through Saix's fucking skull, but—

"If you move, I will make it worse." Xemnas promised, in a low undertone that no one but Axel could hear. Axel stared at him, unable to stop himself shaking with suppressed rage. If he had had a heart, it would be pounding desperately in his throat... but there was nothing.

Below, Demyx was making a show of fucking Roxas with loud accompanying moans and exclamations. "Ohh, yeah, Roxas! Fuck, yes!" he whined, looking down to watch where they connected, his cock pistoning in and out of that slick heat over and over. He mumbled a mantra of oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, and in no time at all, Demyx was crying out wantonly as he came, hard, inside him. He shuddered, still grasping Roxas by the hips and holding himself there as he caught his breath. "W-wow, wow," he gasped.

"Number Ten."

Demyx released an unsteady breath and pulled out, dripping, as the man in question portalled in from above. "I suppose we can't all be winners," Luxord quipped with a smirk as he pushed Demyx aside and tugged off his gloves. Axel jumped at the sudden slap that rang out; Luxord having brought his palm to Roxas's ass in a resounding smack. Roxas jolted as he did it again, the man groping and pinching and sliding both hands over his sumptuous cheeks.

"Beautiful," Luxord remarked. He knelt, pressing his thumbs punishingly into the boy's skin, and leaned in. He licked a broad stripe over his cleft, making Roxas shiver and squirm. With several long sweeps of his tongue, Luxord lapped Roxas clean, taking the plethora of drying filth into his mouth. Then, he went deeper, mouth pressing over his entrance. Roxas trembled as the wet muscle entered him, swirling and teasing, and gasped more intently for breath each time Saix relented on the unforgiving rhythm in his mouth for a second.

Then with a vindictive sneer, Saix finally released him, pulling out and grasping his well-lathered cock to shoot straight at Roxas's face. The blond shut his eyes and made a disgusted sound through tightly sealed lips, as the man eased every last drop onto him, pressing his softening dick up against Roxas's cheeks and nose.

Tugging roughly at his hair one final time, Saix departed, and Roxas heaved out a rattling breath. He panted, open-mouthed, dripping spit and rolling his jaw with a wince. When he could open his eyes again, long lashes matted with gunk, he glanced up towards Xemnas with a murderous expression. He hesitated to speak though, catching his breath and still shuddering at each deep lick of Luxord's tongue inside him.

Watching Saix mercilessly fuck Roxas's mouth had built such enraged tension that Axel expected some of it to drain away once he departed, but in contrast, he felt himself winding tighter and tighter now that Roxas's mouth was free to hiss and groan and curse. With a concerted effort, Axel unclenched his hand from the arm of his chair and stretched his aching fingers, staring down at the beautiful boy and feeling each of his harsh breaths reverberate through his own core.

"Number Eleven," came the call from above.

"I'll wait a moment, if you please, Superior," drawled the man in response. Xemnas merely inclined his head magnanimously.

Luxord withdrew for breath, wetly licking his lips. "All mine, then?" he joked with a sly smile. "Jackpot." This statement punctuated with another appreciative smack to his ass, Luxord spread his large hands over the sensitive skin and brought his thumb and index finger together to pinch. Smirking at the shocked sound this elicited from the boy, he squeezed again, and again, taking a few moments to pepper his pale cheeks and thighs with red marks. Axel watched, his eyes fixed on Roxas's debauched face, that guarded expression as he fought not to flinch. Then Luxord switched it up again; he hooked two fingers inside Roxas so that he mewled in surprise, and sank white teeth into the soft flesh, sucking and biting as he pumped into him.

"You b-bastard," Roxas stuttered through gritted teeth. His breath hitched.

"You like that, Roxas?" murmured Luxord between bites, tugging at the rim of his entrance. "Like a bit of attention, don't you?"

"Fuck you," Roxas spat haughtily, and the jibe came clear and so full of venom that Luxord barked out a laugh.

"All in already, is it? As you wish." Standing up without further ceremony, Luxord finally unclothed himself enough to plunge his own length inside Roxas's waiting heat. As the gambler began to ride out his pleasure, Roxas scrunched his eyes closed, biting his lip. He gasped when the man reached out to grip at his hair, yanking his head back and using it as leverage to fuck him deeper.

Like others before, Luxord finished inside him. Roxas hung his head low as he was released, breathing deep.

There were only two members left, and the last did not wait to be called.

"Turn him over," Larxene demanded in a brisk tone from above, and Xemnas obliged; the binding thorns flipped Roxas in mid-air and brought him down to rest on a small raised platform that appeared on the dais, perfect for his size. His coat gaped lewdly, hinting at naked, slickened thighs. Weakly, Roxas fidgeted and pressed against his bonds, testing their strength with his awkwardly pinned elbows.

As Larxene stalked forwards, she unashamedly shed her own coat, revealing a lacy little black bra and panties, the latter of which was quickly shucked down and off. There were a couple of daring whistles from the circle of male onlookers, but she ignored them, eyes on her victim. She stepped onto the platform and set her heeled boots on either side of Roxas, bending to straddle him.

"And this?" Larxene tugged viciously at Roxas's coat, and the thorns obligingly shifted enough to allow her to pull it off completely before they resettled firmly at his waist, wrists and ankles, leaving him spreadeagled in nothing but his boots. For the first time his cock was fully visible, erect and bobbing, and pale unblemished skin stretched all the way from his hips to his neck. Larxene smiled devilishly as she placed a hand over his chest and used the other to ready herself over him. "Roxas~" she teased in a girlish simper, "think you're ready for me?"

Roxas shot her such a look of contempt that she snickered. She ran delicate, dangerous fingers over his chest, before suddenly latching on. Roxas flinched and jerked as her sharp nails sank into his ribs, leaving a circle of red half-moons when she withdrew. He fought the restraints again, but where they now looped against his bare skin the tiny thorns snagged and cut, and he cried out as little pinpricks of blood welled up across his hips and against Larxene's thighs where they pressed close. He stilled and whimpered, powerless.

"Yes, just like that..." Larxene sighed, guiding herself down onto his still-twitching cock with relish.

Behind her, apparently content to have his partner-in-crime take the lead, Marluxia approached, also ridding himself of his pants and unzipping his coat. He mounted the narrow platform and lifted Roxas's legs and hips, shimmying himself in behind Larxene even as she complained at the movement. The angle wasn't enough to enter Roxas deeply, but Marluxia seemed satisfied with gripping the base of his own shaft with one hand and teasing Roxas's gaping entrance, while steadying Larxene with the other. His free hand splayed encouragingly over her shoulder blade as she lifted herself slowly off the boy, before sinking back down.

Roxas made a distressed noise, squirming a little at the double stimulation. Mouth twisting in revulsion, he tipped his head back to watch the distant ceiling instead—only to see Xemnas waiting there behind him.

"Wha—!"

In an uncharacteristically swift movement, Xemnas seized Roxas by the upper arms and wrenched him forwards, so that his head lolled off the edge of the platform. The blond screeched as the unforgiving restraints sliced new gashes into his body, drowning out the indignant sounds made by Larxene and Marluxia as they were forced to readjust.

Xemnas grabbed Roxas roughly by the jaw as he spoke in a deadly whisper, "This is not one tenth the punishment you deserve. Not one hundredth." The man's yellow eyes seemed to glow threateningly, boring into Roxas's panicked blues. "You are nothing, remember. If you ever deign to disobey a directive, or bewitch my loyal disciples again, I will make you wish you were a Dusk."

At these words, Xemnas pushed aside his coat to unveil—yes, his own impressively solid and pulsing dick. Roxas groaned and fought weakly as his Superior held him in place and eased it into his mouth, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. Head tipped back, Roxas's pale neck stretched to accommodate it, the angle meaning that Axel, and the rest of the already-sated room, could see the outline of the thing as it filled his throat. Larxene laughed aloud at the sight of it, and raked her nails down Roxas's chest in celebration. The boy moaned in protest and fought for breath as she dug her fingers into the beading welts, smearing her bloodied fingers over his hips and bringing them to her mouth to taste with a groan.

She took her time riding him, taking pleasure in each new gash clawed into his skin. But Xemnas was nothing if not patient, staring impassively down at Roxas's marked chest heaving, gagging around the thick cock sitting in his throat. With his hand sandwiched between their bodies, Marluxia leisurely stroked himself to completion, making a mess of Roxas and the platform. He then didn't bother to remove himself afterwards, choosing to observe the rest of the proceedings from this front-row seat.

Soon Roxas's torso was covered in deep bloody scratches and he was visibly shaking, whimpering continuously at the abuse as Xemnas held him fast.

Axel could not take his eyes from him. His head was spinning, blank with confusion and aching arousal. Something about seeing Roxas's empty hands clench at nothing, his fingers flexing each time Larxene slammed herself down around him, as if he was reaching for help or maybe a neck of his own to grasp in vengeance... Axel was torn between leaping from his chair like a righteous hero or finally starting to shamelessly palm himself through his clothes.

As if reading his mind, Xemnas lifted his head and locked yellow eyes with him. Subtly, Xemnas's gloved hand tightened around Roxas's jaw as he pressed deeper inside him, holding for a moment, threatening suffocation, before relenting. Roxas gagged and gasped for breath; then, his lips parted, stretching to take the cock again, and Axel couldn't contain a low groan—of arousal or despair, he didn't know. He lost track of how long he sat there, frozen and fixated, watching them violate Roxas in every conceivable way.

When Larxene finally pressed blood-soaked fingers to her core, made a sudden exclamation through gritted teeth and clamped down, Xemnas took that as his cue. With a couple of quick, deep thrusts into the wet cavern of his mouth, he had Roxas whining anew and panting desperately.

It was unnerving—inhuman, how quickly their leader erupted; indifferent and soundless while Roxas choked, retching, cum filling him up and bubbling out the sides of his mouth. He heaved and spat the moment Xemnas released him, twisting on the platform and coughing deeply as gravity worked against him.

Immediately business-like, Xemnas tucked himself back into his coat, looking presentable and bored once more. The other participants retreated to their seats, all now having had their fill—

All except one.

Without further ceremony, Xemnas held up a hand and the binding thorns vanished, leaving Roxas slumped boneless, limbs spilling over the dais.

"Number Eight," Xemnas called, finally, with the barest hint of amusement, those glowing eyes seeking chagrined green in the blank hall. "Come clean up your mess."

Obediently, Axel slipped off his chair, dropping into a dark portal and approaching the platform on wobbly legs, eyes glued to Roxas as the boy's chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. There was an eager silence as all members waited to see out the final disciplinary act of this extended play.

"I trust," implored Xemnas, his voice echoing in the space, "this... unfortunate distraction, no longer holds much interest? Such a shame."

From all around came sneering and derisive voices, but looking at Roxas's sprawling form, naked but for his boots, utterly defiled before him, Axel could feel nothing but awe. Sullied blond hair was plastered to his forehead and cheeks, dried tears and cum crusting on his eyelashes; legs open with one shaking knee bent, revealing his quivering hole still leaking spent seed onto the platform below. Roxas's neglected cock stood at attention still, twitching and gleaming among a sea of gashes and bruises.

Close enough to touch, Axel reached out, placing a hand gently on the boy's trembling knee, and Roxas immediately responded with a soft moan. "Axel..."

"On the contrary," Axel muttered in reply to Xemnas, licking dry lips. "I think he looks spectacular."

"Axel, please..." Roxas croaked under his breath, blinking up at the man with delirious dark eyes. "I need—just, fuck me, please..."

Stomach tightening, Axel traced soothing patterns over the dark bruises forming on that perfect pale thigh, and hummed.

"Axel," Roxas hissed with more urgency, reaching out blindly to grapple at his hands. "Axel, please, now..."

"...You sure, baby?" Axel glanced around at the speechless assembly, barely hiding a smug grin. Green eyes glittered darkly. "Rox..." he ventured, delicate voice loud in the cavernous room, "you're saying even after all that, you still want my cock in you?"

"Yes," Roxas snarled, shamelessly squirming below him with need, rolling those skinny, trembling hips up into nothing.

"Right here?" Axel teased in a low, dangerous growl. "Right now?"

"I don't fucking care, Ax, I want you—I wanna cum, please..." A grateful sob wrenched itself from Roxas's raw throat as Axel shucked down his pants, finally, finally freeing his own aching cock.

Ignoring the stunned silence around them, he settled onto the platform, gently lifted Roxas's legs and draped them over his own thighs. The boy's skin was sticky and blotched with marks, and he flinched a little as Axel shifted him into position. For a second the defiance fell, and for a single absent heartbeat, Roxas's expression was so vulnerable that Axel wanted to hide it; he leaned forward, bracketing Roxas's face with his elbows on either side, and crushed their mouths together.

Roxas whined, clumsily kissing back. He tasted foul with the remnants of sweat and fluids from countless others, but it was easy to ignore when Roxas was so beautiful and begging for him like this. Blood thrummed through Axel as he ran greedy hands over Roxas's body, light and careful not to hurt. When he ran a finger up the underside of his straining erection, Roxas let out a broken moan at the contact.

"Yes..." Placing a hand carefully on Roxas's hip amid the cluster of bruises, Axel held him steady as he pressed the beading head of his cock against Roxas's thoroughly abused entrance. He entered him easily, the boy now so stretched and slicked with cum and saliva that he just sighed as Axel slid into him.

Curious at the slightly foreign sensation, Axel withdrew briefly, pressing Roxas's knee back against his chest to watch the mixed fluid dribble out between his cheeks. But when Roxas made a noise of complaint, he obligingly eased himself back in with a hiss of pleasure.

Demyx was right. Roxas was heaven. The sticky drag of other men's seed between them felt irritating, but also intoxicating—feeling the evidence of so many having taken Roxas just like this. Having desired him, enjoyed him, used him just as Axel was about to do now—this time without the pretence of ritualistic punishment or the need for restraints.

He tried to draw it out, but Roxas muttered a plea under his breath, and they were both so keyed up already that it wasn't long before Axel was pounding into him with abandon, gripping those silky thighs and feeling the ever-sweet friction of him tight around his cock. The open need on the boy's flushed face, eyes lidded, drove him faster. Not a word was spoken from their captive audience as they watched them fuck, and Axel felt the pressure build higher in him with every wet shove. He didn't care about the eyes; he wanted them to see, wanted them all to remember viscerally what Roxas felt like, wanted to sear into their stupid brains whose name Roxas called in the throes of pleasure.

Too spent to fully meet his thrusts, Roxas brought a shaking hand up to rest on Axel's shoulder instead, drawing him closer. Finding the boy's neck relatively unscathed, Axel pressed kiss after kiss softly into the skin there. He curled his hand around Roxas's cock as he fucked him, swirling his thumb over the soaked tip then sliding down the length as the boy groaned in a mantra, "Axel, please, please..."

Axel shuddered at the sound of him; the hoarse, wanton pleading and the glaze over his eyes...

"Say you're mine," he urged, muttering the words into the delicate skin of his neck as he paused in his rhythm. He spread his tongue over Roxas's pulse point, lapping up the taste of him, and making Roxas whine at the sensation. Then Axel lifted his head, and their eyes met.

"I'm yours..." Instead of being shouted to the masses, the response was low and shy, whispered for Axel and Axel alone—and somehow, that was even better.

Angling as carefully as he could manage, he plunged into Roxas's core again, and again, holding steady for an unbearably long stretch until the boy came undone. Roxas curled forwards, mouth open in a silent moan as he spilled rope after rope of gorgeous white between them, coating Axel's clothes and himself in yet another layer of filth.

With a grateful exhale and one last, deep thrust, Axel let go as well. He filled Roxas once more, pumping his seed deep inside him as if to wash away all that had come before. Claiming him. Marking his territory. Righting the world again. The thought of it made him buck and gasp with the shock of the pleasure as he spent every last drop. All that pent-up tension—the agony of watching Roxas like that for so long without being able to touch or take his turn, or show them how it was done...

Still conscious of the boy's injuries, Axel held himself up on shaking arms while the waves of his release washed over him. It was several long moments before the euphoric feeling faded, and he opened his eyes.

Roxas lay motionless beneath him, spent almost beyond consciousness. Eyelashes fluttering, eyes twitching under closed lids. When Axel shifted to remove himself, a stream of fresh cum trickled out to pool between Roxas's legs, but the boy barely reacted. He was well past caring.

"So... we doing a round two?" a voice that must have been Demyx, piped up hopefully.

"Encore?" Someone else joined in. That oppressive, expectant tittering of their audience seemed to close in around them again—and Axel was sick of it. With a sudden flare of—something—all of Axel's contradictory inclinations solidified into clear resolve.

Almost tenderly, Axel leaned over his partner and scooped the unravelled body of Roxas into his arms. The usually powerful limbs seemed frail now and dainty as a newborn foal's; they folded easily in to Axel's embrace as he rose to his feet.

Not one of the assembled crowd had yet exited. This might be their most faithfully attended meeting of all time. They watched on, most from their chairs somewhere above, though the Superior had remained by the platform, barely six feet from the unexpected final coupling. As Axel straightened, he found Xemnas's eyes on him. The room fell deathly, dangerously quiet. All still as they waited for judgement to fall.

For a long moment, Xemnas simply stared impassively, expression unreadable. No words were spoken. Axel held his gaze in a challenge, Roxas tucked tightly against him, and waited. Amongst the stench of filth, the smell of fire rose and smoldered.

"Dismissed," said Xemnas finally, and disappeared into a dark portal without another word.

Unruffled by the shocked murmurings around them, Axel summoned his own dark corridor and let it consume the both of them. As always, it ripped at the flimsy shells of their beings and threatened to expose the nothing-something-ness beneath.

Axel's arms tightened around the precious bounty held within them, and he thought of nothing.