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March 11th - Kingdom Hearts - Prompt 11.
Title: n/a
Day: March 11th - "once the words are spoken, something may be broken"
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Ansem the Wise/Xehanort
Rating: NC-17/M
Every night, at ten o’clock sharp, the doors to Ansem the Wise’s office would shut. The ruler of Radiant Garden’s hands would clasp the gold-plated doorknob once he heard the sound of his favorite assistant’s knocking. The same dance took place each day.
“Are you busy?”
“Not at all, I have been expecting you, Xehanort.”
“I have written up the procedures from today’s experiments,” Xehanort would reply as he walked through the room, hearing the sturdy sound of the door being locked from the inside. He would tap the folder of papers against his hand gently to get them in a presentable package before he would lay it gently down on the other’s desk in the upper right hand corner.
The man’s desk was always pristine; Ansem always wanted order in the room. However, Xehanort’s eyes shut tightly before he felt a pair of hands slid onto his hips. His ponytail was brushed over his shoulder before he felt the experienced lips of the other man—his secret lover and his adoptive father—slowly kiss along his neck. Xehanort shuddered with a moan that he did not want to release so easily, but his body betrayed him.
“I shall read them later,” Ansem purred into his ear, hands moving to Xehanort’s front to remove the belt. Xehanort once again made no move to push the man away. He only stood up straight for easier access. Once the belt was undone, he was expected to remove the rest: lab coat, shirt, and slacks falling to the floor until the other was nude. Ansem the Wise would watch, a smile never failing to appear on his face as he moved to his seat behind his desk. The blond turned the chair out as he watched Xehanort approach. His eyes fell on the young man as he moved to his knees, hands meeting Ansem’s trousers.
Zipper undone, cock exposed. Silken hands soon grasped Ansem’s thickness. It did not take long for Xehanort’s hand to pump him at the right speed while he leaned his mouth to the tip into his mouth. His tongue flicked out, Ansem purred and melted back into his seat, a hand touching Xehanort’s head.
Xehanort’s mind would clear at this point. This was his payment to the man who found him on the streets; clothed him and took him in—practically made him the prince of the castle. Xehanort had whatever he wanted. The greatest scientific minds in the land? Given to him. The best research centers in the world? Constructed. Ansem promised to give him back what he lost—his memories.
And for that promise, Xehanort knew he would do anything for Ansem.
“Xehanort,” Ansem said quietly. Xehanort’s eyes flicked up to Ansem, listening to the man as he spoke. The older man’s eyes never met his; they seemed to be particularly entranced by a photograph that was on the wall. “We are discontinuing the research on the Heart and the Heartless. Ethically, we cannot continue to experiment on humans. I do hope that you understand.”
Xehanort stopped at those words spoke so casually, his world crumbling.
Had he not done everything that Ansem the Wise requested of him? Had he not met him in this room everyday since his arrival? Had he not danced the dance, done his part, and satisfied the other?
“Are you alright?” the ruler of Radiant Garden asked.
Xehanort said nothing, closing his eyes and resuming his business, the wheels in his mind turning quickly. He would have his memories back and the research would continue.
Day: March 11th - "once the words are spoken, something may be broken"
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Ansem the Wise/Xehanort
Rating: NC-17/M
Every night, at ten o’clock sharp, the doors to Ansem the Wise’s office would shut. The ruler of Radiant Garden’s hands would clasp the gold-plated doorknob once he heard the sound of his favorite assistant’s knocking. The same dance took place each day.
“Are you busy?”
“Not at all, I have been expecting you, Xehanort.”
“I have written up the procedures from today’s experiments,” Xehanort would reply as he walked through the room, hearing the sturdy sound of the door being locked from the inside. He would tap the folder of papers against his hand gently to get them in a presentable package before he would lay it gently down on the other’s desk in the upper right hand corner.
The man’s desk was always pristine; Ansem always wanted order in the room. However, Xehanort’s eyes shut tightly before he felt a pair of hands slid onto his hips. His ponytail was brushed over his shoulder before he felt the experienced lips of the other man—his secret lover and his adoptive father—slowly kiss along his neck. Xehanort shuddered with a moan that he did not want to release so easily, but his body betrayed him.
“I shall read them later,” Ansem purred into his ear, hands moving to Xehanort’s front to remove the belt. Xehanort once again made no move to push the man away. He only stood up straight for easier access. Once the belt was undone, he was expected to remove the rest: lab coat, shirt, and slacks falling to the floor until the other was nude. Ansem the Wise would watch, a smile never failing to appear on his face as he moved to his seat behind his desk. The blond turned the chair out as he watched Xehanort approach. His eyes fell on the young man as he moved to his knees, hands meeting Ansem’s trousers.
Zipper undone, cock exposed. Silken hands soon grasped Ansem’s thickness. It did not take long for Xehanort’s hand to pump him at the right speed while he leaned his mouth to the tip into his mouth. His tongue flicked out, Ansem purred and melted back into his seat, a hand touching Xehanort’s head.
Xehanort’s mind would clear at this point. This was his payment to the man who found him on the streets; clothed him and took him in—practically made him the prince of the castle. Xehanort had whatever he wanted. The greatest scientific minds in the land? Given to him. The best research centers in the world? Constructed. Ansem promised to give him back what he lost—his memories.
And for that promise, Xehanort knew he would do anything for Ansem.
“Xehanort,” Ansem said quietly. Xehanort’s eyes flicked up to Ansem, listening to the man as he spoke. The older man’s eyes never met his; they seemed to be particularly entranced by a photograph that was on the wall. “We are discontinuing the research on the Heart and the Heartless. Ethically, we cannot continue to experiment on humans. I do hope that you understand.”
Xehanort stopped at those words spoke so casually, his world crumbling.
Had he not done everything that Ansem the Wise requested of him? Had he not met him in this room everyday since his arrival? Had he not danced the dance, done his part, and satisfied the other?
“Are you alright?” the ruler of Radiant Garden asked.
Xehanort said nothing, closing his eyes and resuming his business, the wheels in his mind turning quickly. He would have his memories back and the research would continue.