Author Trilies
Genre Very slight/soft angst, a bit of introspection, a dash of humor, and romance
Word length 1042
Sypnosis Zexion thinks on two different lovers, and how 'love' does nothing but hurt when you don't have a heart.
Rating PG-16, for mentionings of sex
Yaoi/Yuri/Pairings Zexion/Xemnas, Zexion/Tony Stark aka Ironman, mentionings of Aeleus/Aerith
Differences Between Them
Star white sheets rustle, and in the dimly lit room, a figure pushes itself up onto its side. The young man is silent, careful not to disturb the other figure who lays besides him. His movements are practiced, silent and soft, the results of much experience in beds and past lovers who meant nothing to him. But this is different. This isn't some beautiful girl who caught his eye in an offworld mission, an attractive man who subtly presses against him at a bar... This is dusky skin which his fingers glide over like cold ice, this is long silver hair which spreads out underneath the other man's body, and this is the gold eyes of a predator hidden behind closed eyelids. This is the Superior.
This is what he wanted.
Or is it what Ienzo wanted, all those years ago? The lines between past and present blur.
In a fascination more morbid than loving, Zexion feels every inch of Xemnas' body, his touches as light and nonexistent as the illusions he is infamous for. As he rolls the tips of his fingers over the curve of the darker man's hips, Zexion keeps his eyes locked on his face. One would be amazed at what sleep reveals. As his profession of both spy and assassin demands, Zexion has grown skilled at decoding expressions like an expert hacker, and sleep is when when all the walls are down. It truly takes a master to hide their expressions in their sleep, to keep their dreams and memories hidden, and even Nobodies are no different. In sleep, they look more like their Others.
In sleep, Xemnas looks like Nothing.
After a few moments, Zexion finally pulls away, his expression guarded, barred and locked against any who would wish to see his thoughts, even though only he and Xemnas are in the room. It's pure habit, so that he can decode his own troubled and chaotic thoughts in peace.
Last night was wrong.
Not as in 'morally' wrong. Zexion has done far worse then sleep with men. He has murdered, lied, broken lives with his words and caustic illusions, destroyed worlds with his schemes. Sex is nothing compared to the true 'crimes' he has committed. No, last night... Ienzo had thought things would be different. Zexion almost wants to blame Elaeus and Aerith for all of this, although such an idea is of course ridiculous. What can he blame them for? Being in love? Being in a love so brilliant and burning and true that even before Aerith had soothed Ienzo's almost childish fears, he had wondered and dreamed and envied such a relationship, wanted one for his own. And then Xehanort had come, with his theories and his handsome face and his mystery and his attention all on Ienzo...
All just a child's infatuation of course. It almost makes Zexion sad, although such a thing is impossible.
Like a shadow, he slips out of the bed, fetching his clothes from the floor. While this is the first time he's ever been in Xemnas' bed, he knows the man's personality well enough. With the deed done, there's no need for Zexion to remain here. As he tugs his shirt over his head, Zexion gives a dark, bitter smile.
Xemnas is a distant lover.
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Tony is a passionate lover.
Sex can never be something simple; it starts off slow but blindingly hot, then speeds up until everything is like a firestorm. When they kiss, arched against each other or pinned against the bed, it's like everything the all the books he's ever read said it would be like: engulfing and dizzying and somehow more deep than what comes next. No part of his body goes unnoticed, and Zexion always makes sure he returns the favor. And when the night finally winds down, no matter how many times he tries to move away, Zexion finds himself secure in Tony's arms. And no matter how many times it happens, he always remembers in the back of his mind how Xemnas is never so intimate.
Just as before, Zexion is the first to wake up; it's quite the impressive feat when one considers how absurdly early Tony himself must get up, with Stark Industries and his own personal projects. In a mimicry of his night with Xemnas, Zexion gets up onto his side and gently feels the hardened muscles of Tony's chest. There's one difference to this morning, however: for this, Zexion leans down and lays a chaste kiss upon the Stark heir's mouth. A pause, and he pulls back, thoughts tucked and hidden from his face once again.
...Nothing.
Soundlessly, Zexion slips out of the bed, retrieving his clothes from the floor. As he tugs on his pants, he smiles almost regretfully at his reflection in the window.
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"Pancakes? Was the sex that good?"
Zexion pauses, an eyebrow quirked as he stares at Tony. Then, without a hint of hesitation, he begins to make his way to the trashcan, plate of pancakes in hand. Rather quickly, he finds a pair of arms wrapped around his middle while Tony snorts in his ear. "Some one can't take a joke this morning. Anyway, come with me to work. Got a call, have to come in earlier than I thought."
"I can take a joke, that was merely my rebuttal. Now, why do you need me?"
"Well, some one has to feed me these pancakes while I drive, right?"
"Isn't that what you hired Pepper for?"
"Pepper is my secretary and has important reports to file and things to document," Tony says with the straightest face one can manage.
Now, because he is a polite gentleman, Zexion considers himself above swearing. That is why he does not immediately call "Bullshit" on his friend... But the stare he directs at him pretty much says it all. In the end, Tony just rolls his eyes and drags his companion to the door. "Your silent retorts aside, you're still coming with me."
Two hours later, and Zexion finds himself in one of the largest bookstores in the country, and in scholarly bliss. As he runs his fingers over the spine of a limited edition and rather thick book, Tony just leans against a shelf and smirks.
Whatever he was brooding about has to be gone, now.
