Wanted; To Want
Things are never simple.
Not for Nobodies.
It's supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission, things he's done a dozen and more times before. That's what this is supposed to be.
Instead, what's happening is a face-off, one that he wants no participation in.
"What are you doing here?" he hisses, tired and panicked and angered and scared, and yet- Not. Unable to. That's what he tells himself, even as he feels the worst pain imaginable inside of his chest, like some cancerous growth.
The thing on his hotel bed just smiles, slightly and in satisfaction, like a cat with creme. It (not he, never an actual person, but the same applies to him-?) is spread across the sheets, propped on its elbows as it purrs, "Why, other mine, what a rude reception. Surely you haven't forgotten the manners we were taught so long ago?"
Zexion's patience is wearing thin, an unusual event normally but perfectly acceptable in this situation. Or so he believes. "I asked you a question," he says, fists clenched and shaking at his sides. "In fact, don't bother answering, you vile parasite. Leave, now, or I'll make you regret it."
His words hold no bite, however, whether it's from exhaustion or the numerous thoughts which have plagued him as of late, and obviously, Ienzo can sense that. With his eyes narrowed into honey-yellow slits, the Heartless slinks off of the bed, the smile not once wavering. "Oh, there's not much you can make me regret that you don't already," he says in a sing-song voice. "What a disastrous approach that all was, hmm?"
"Silence..."
"Master always did say to keep competitions and pride out of our work, didn't he? But oh, we just couldn't help ourselves... Is he worth it?" They're pacing around each other, now, as if they're animals squaring off, or partners stuck in some twisted dance which never ends. "Is that man really worth it? Tell me, my dear, I really must know."
"I thought I told you-"
"Light above, how enamored we were." A look of utmost revulsion crosses Ienzo's face. "How mysterious and charming and intelligent we thought him to be. But there's a reason people are afraid of the unknown, and oh, we know that now, don't we? We do so know that."
"What do you want!?" Zexion snaps, breaking the dance first, stepping forward- And suddenly, Ienzo is right before him, their lips an inch apart.
"Obvious answer," he breathes, fingers threading through the belt loops on Zexion's pants and shoving him against the wall. Before the Nobody has a chance to cry out, Ienzo is pressing his mouth against his, seeking skin underneath his shirt-
Zexion breaks away, his eyes narrowed- "No-" he growls, and pushes with all of his strength, reversing their positions. Ienzo gives a surprised gasp that's cut off as Zexion wraps his fingers around his throat, destroying his air supply. "I hate you," he whispers, and finds himself believing it as something pounds and pounds and pounds inside of his ears. "I despise you, I loathe you, just die-"
Without thinking, too caught up in this adrenaline rush, in this fear, he shoves mental fingers into Ienzo's mind-
-and he screams, sobs, regretting, regretting, oh Light above how he regrets, hiding in his room as they scratch at his door, as they pound against the crumbling wood, and he just wants the others, just wants safety, just wants to forget and renew and be-
As if he's been shocked, Zexion jerks back with a gasp, his eyes wide as he releases Ienzo from his grip. That's all the time the Heartless needs to go back onto the offensive. Quickly, he steps forward, shoving Zexion down onto the mattress. Straddling his Nobody's legs, Ienzo leans down, taking one of his ears between his teeth as he tries to recover. "Does it feel good?" he whispers, a tongue peeking out to brush against the shell of Zexion's ear. "Does it help you remember?" Without shame or hesitation, his fingers push Zexion's shirt up again, the palm pressed flat against his stomach as the fingers prod underneath the hem of his pants.
"No-"
"Yes."
Struggling against his Heartless, Zexion shudders at the gentle touches, the mocking mimicry of a lover. "No," he whispers again, and, gritting his teeth, jerks his arm upwards to smack into the side of Ienzo's head. A moment of hesitation, of wavering as he recoils-
And Zexion takes control of the situation yet again, and he will never have it relinquished. No. Not this time, never.
Using his legs, Zexion flips Ienzo onto his back, breathing hard from the effort. Beneath him, his mirror-image gasps, eyelids fluttering as he stares up at him, their legs entwined from the struggle. Their eyes are locked on each other, with Ienzo's hands useless at his sides and Zexion's fisted besides the other's head.
"Not this time," he says quietly, repeating his thoughts aloud because, Darkness damn it all the pounding in his throat and in his head and in his chest will not stop, and there's simply no room for thoughts now. So, with his eyes staring into Ienzo's, Zexion leans down and captures his lips in a rough and possessive kiss. There's a muffled gasp, and fingers twisting themselves into his clothes as the body beneath his arches upwards as their tongues entwine and collide. Purple-clothed legs reach up, rubbing against the back of his thighs and trying to bring them closer, but Zexion resists. His control, his, and nothing will rob him of it-
When he pulls away, Ienzo's mouth is bruised gray and dim red while he gasps for air. The gasps quickly change into a yelp, whimpers, as Zexion bites down, hard and making sure it hurts, onto the area between his neck and his shoulder. The tainted blood which leaks into his mouth tastes like darkness and fear and regret, and Zexion laps it all up greedily, ignoring the sweet moans his darker half gives, although he acknowledges with corrupt delight that his sounds are no longer tainted with pleasure. The confusion and hesitation is broken when Zexion's nimble and thin fingers begin to quickly dispose of the obstacles their pants represent.
"No!" Ienzo cries, eyes wide and tear-stained, the hands no longer clinging but pushing away. It's no use, however- The adrenaline which flows through Zexion's veins give him the extra strength he needs, and he only growls as he presses against Ienzo, the tips of their noses touching.
"Yes," Zexion says, his eyes dark and dyed with just the slightest drops of delirium.
"You wanted this."
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The porcelain is icy against his bare flesh, uncomfortable and terrible. Yet, in a way, it's a distant sort of thing, unimportant as Zexion curls up in on himself in a corner of the tub. The too-bright lights of the hotel bathroom burn past his eyelids, hurt, but he's afraid of pressing his palms against his face- Darkness is the last thing he needs.
Or maybe it's the only thing he needs.
The sound of soft footsteps only makes him shudder, and the way his arms wrap around his legs, pulled up to his chest, only grows tighter as Zexion rests his head against his knees. The hot-red memories of stained sheets, soiled with torn crimson and unnatural black, flashes into his mind against his will, and he has the strong urge to vomit, as if that will take away the images along with his stomach.
Something stops in front of the tub, silent for a moment before a soft, broken laugh shatters the empty silence. "Did you think that would fix this?" Ienzo asks, the sing-song tint back in his voice as he slides into the tub, his skin matching the dirty porcelain. "Did you think that would deter me, scare me?" His palms and knees make no sound as he crawls over to Zexion, fingers tracing his skin, first at his feet and then up his legs... "Ah, how empty you must feel, hmm... So full of rage and pleasure and hatred for that one shining moment, and then it's all gone..." A thin chest presses against his arm, all the warning Zexion needs to know that Ienzo is also devoid of clothing, and he shakes only harder. Squeezing his eyes shut, he jerks his head to the side, but that doesn't stop the Heartless. There's only more gentle laughter against his ear, lips trailing against his cheek as bone-thin and colored arms twine around his body.
"Was it good for you, I wonder?"
