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Every six months or so, members could suggest and request amendments to the castle. Additions, alterations, amenities to a degree. For the most part, Xemnas was amicable towards all suggestions - he wanted his dear friends to be content, after all, or as content as beings without hearts can strive to be.
He ran all blueprints and lists through Saïx first, however. Budget was not a problem but logistics were. Plus Saïx had human memories, and Xemnas trusted his accountability when it came to deciding what additions to the castle would provide workplace satisfaction and what refusals for extravagances would motivate.
Not that Xemnas cared, nor could. Saïx was the one forever striving for results, progress. The Superior genuinely aimed for the Organisation to linger, to remain suspended as they were for as long as possible… but he liked it when Saïx was vindicated, the way the gold of his eyes got a little gleam in them when fate seemed to crest on the horizon. He liked the Diviner not only hungry and sharp and brutal, frustrated and pent up and prepared to lash out like an animal in hopes of some momentum, but liked it even more when that fire simply simmered, when the hard line of his taut shoulders slackened just enough for something resembling pride to sneak it's way out.
Point is that no one really batted an eye when Saïx got a new standing desk.
A solid white pillar that faced the door, just a blank column with a glass top. When Xemnas let himself into Saïx’s office to find him working there, typing at his computer or making amendments to reports on paper, it was like seeing him at some kind of podium, mayor of his own little domain, the elected official that was corrupt to his very core and undoubtedly embezzling funds, the face of the Organization but one marked with corruption.
Xemnas didn’t care what Saïx got up to. He truly didn’t. He knew that his Diviner had his claws trying to sink into many facets of The Organization, and was unbothered by which parts were in his palm and which parts were just out of reach. Saïx could do as he pleased; it mattered little how much he snuck around and clung to the shadows and made plans upon plans. Nothing ever came of them. It had been nearly ten years and he had never done anything, had never done anything wrong by Xemnas. Only right. Saïx could do what he wanted, when he wanted, because not only did he do all the things Xemnas did not care to do, forever diligent and unendingly loyal, but he did things Xemnas did want him to do, and they were both better off for it.
Xemnas liked the new desk that Saïx had picked out. He only ever wanted Saïx to be appeased. To be pleased, in general.
He liked that the standing desk had enough hollow space in it for him to kneel, out of sight. He liked that like this, Saïx was doubly satisfied. He could work, upright and typing and feeling like progress was afoot, all the while at his very feet was his Superior, warming his cock, nursing his pleasure and trying to distract him.
Xemnas liked to serve. Well, he liked to serve Saïx. To see that cracked-porcelain face of his splinter into fangs and snarl as he rode the wave of incoming orgasm, as he flushed and sighed and worked on instinct, that ever-present logic of his failing as he writhed and bucked, as he panted and gave a crooked grin, told the boss that he'd done a good job today. They had been at this for a while, had found an equilibrium, giving and taking from one another in order to pretend to have peace and stability.
And Xemnas had little else to do. Saïx would tell him otherwise, talk at length of goals and deadlines and necessary input to ensure prosperity, but really Xemnas only cared about one certain kind of input. He wasted his days, set aside things he probably ought to focus on, and cared only for enjoying what he could, while he could, as often as possible.
It was a good compromise. Like this, Saïx could do as much work as he liked and in comfort no less, and not gripe about Xemnas vanishing to who-knows-where to do who-knew-what, while Xemnas was in the most luxurious position possible, warming his body and the empty space in his chest through, doing something that gave him much more satisfaction than any of Xehanort’s designs.
He was at the perfect height when kneeling, and there was a decadent thrill to the concept of being just out in the open. True, beneath a desk no one could see him, but it would only take someone coming in, walking to the side at an angle, peering around. Besides, if they were caught, who would say anything? What could they even say? Xemnas did not care if his dear friends and allies knew that he enjoyed serving Saïx physically. If his reputation of an outstanding leader would be sullied by the knowledge that his right hand was frequently in use then he would forgive himself for feeling nothing about that. While their… relationship had not been announced, nor spoken of, Xemnas had half a mind that there was gossip already within their ranks. But Saïx liked his privacy, and did not enjoy attention on him unless it was one singular person with his entire focus. He liked secrecy.
Xemnas lapped a long, slow stripe up the length of his cock, snug beneath the desk, and listened to the subdued sigh that came from above it.
There was no better way to spend his work day. Lazily sucking his second-in-command off, hearing him make pleasured little sounds while his keyboard clicked, knowing that they could do this forever…. Xemnas liked to take his time in all things, but this, especially, was a treat. He took his time in getting VII worked up to start with, giving his Diviner plenty of time to set up his workstation and began typing, checking paperwork and whatever else he did (Xemnas ought to know, he didn’t, it was Saïx’s job to know) - but once he could tell that Saïx was concentrating and comfortable, he’d begin. A slow run of a hand between those legs, the languid undoing of his coat's zipper, slowly rubbing his cheek and mouth over the fly of his trousers.
Sometimes they’d talk. Not much, but some. An odd comment from Saïx as he worked, usually along the lines of ‘ did I not satisfy you enough last night, Superior?’ or, ‘my, eager today, sir,’ or something of the like, voice monotone yet vaguely interested. And no, Xemnas couldn’t get enough and was eager. This is all he wanted. To be close to someone he could pretend he had a bond with. To let himself believe for as long as he could stomach that there was a connection between them and that it was strongest when he was on his knees.
He’d wait for Saïx to decide whether he had done enough - it was VII’s decision if Xemnas deserved what he wanted. Saïx was horrendously impatient, however; more often than not, he’d work at the zip of his fly and pull himself free as soon as Xemnas got him to full hardness, lean back enough to watch the way he guided himself into his Superior’s mouth, already wound up and wanting relief. It didn’t matter if they did this so frequently - the hunger of a body never wanes when there are no hearts to temper its appetite. Sometimes, just to toy with him, when Saïx’s gloved hand would snake under the desk and behind to fidget with the zipper Xemnas would bat it away or simply knead the bulge of his cock, covering the opening with his hand and silently telling Saïx no. Their abilities to see things drawn out were opposites, and Xemnas liked to have the entire act drawn out while Saïx only wanted his cock drawn out. It was fun to hear him huff and tut and to see that inquisitive hand draw back - Saïx was at his most volatile when cornered, desperate, and feeling blue power crackle in the air and growls reverberate through the desk got Xemnas off more than anything.
Saïx leaned against the desk and got himself standing comfortably as Xemnas lathed his tongue over the head of his cock, feeling the slight throb that thrummed beneath his flushed skin, nuzzling against the length of him. To be here and be doing this felt like a haze, as if, removed from anything else and confronted only with white walls and powerful waist before him, Xemnas could only let himself drift, sinking into his own little pocket dimension where nothing existed but Saïx, the boundary around him, and the exposed points of vulnerability that Xemnas and Xemnas alone was allowed to caress.
His cock stood out from his fly, the only skin Xemnas could reach, and he refused to use his hands. He only ever liked to fully pump the length of Saïx when he could tell the Diviner was full to bursting, on the edge after so much teasing and needing something firm to wring out his orgasm; so he kneeled with his hands between his own pressed-shut thighs and used only his mouth, nosing at the seam of zipper steel and soft blue hair, aiming to lathe his tongue against his subordinate’s balls.
“Behave yourself down there,” The disembodied growl that he liked, Saïx’s patience already waning, and as Saïx gave the command Xemnas could feel a full vein against his cheek thrum. The powerplay was addictive, and no one was permitted to do this, to be this way towards Xemnas, but Saïx. He only ever wanted Saïx. “I didn’t tell you you could do that. Be happy with what you’re given and take it nicely.”
The mantra of this warped little lifetime, but Xemnas said nothing, merely giving a low hum that he knew reverberated along Saïx’s cock. He laid more kisses up to its tip, let his tongue drag against wet flesh. Everything about his pet was addictive, something he needed to feel grounded and real.
That hand snaked down, gloved and studious, and wrapped around the base of Saïx’s length, the Diviner taking himself in hand - he tapped himself against Xemnas’ cheek, a light scolding, a playful assertiveness and feeling of use that made heat spiral into the pit of Xemnas’ stomach.
“I said take it nicely.”
Xemnas did as he was told. He always would so long as it was Saïx telling him what to do. He let his lover press forward, already more than wet enough to slide comfortably into his mouth. Saïx held him there for a moment, a muffled, pleased sound coming faintly from above the white plane of desk, and then his hand slid away, letting Xemnas play by himself again.
He could do this all day. Nursing the dick in his mouth, sluggishly drawing back and curling his tongue only to sink down again, unhurried, dripping all the way down his chin as he hummed and smiled. Having Saïx in him in any form almost felt like what he imagined having a heart was like. This was all he wanted. This was all he ever wanted.
He sank himself down, felt Saïx ease into his throat, listened to him purr and bite back a moan as Xemnas’ nose buried into blue. He swallowed, that comfortable dreamy haze flooding his senses. There was only Saïx, his taste, his scent, the weight of him in his mouth. Xemnas wanted to hold onto his legs and cling, to pull him as close as possible, but Saïx had told him before not to do that while he was working. He gave a slight groan, eyes closing in what he hoped bliss felt like. He could stay here all day. He wanted to.
The hand returned, threaded through his hair, petted at him as if he were the loyal dog and not the other way around. Saïx was good to him, no matter what he did. Xemnas could hear the motion of his computer mouse and clicking, sporadic one-handed typing while he was held full like this. Saïx was so good, to let him do this. Fingers rubbed into Xemnas’ scalp, and he let out a faint whine through his nose. This treatment was softer than Saïx usually was… he must be in a particularly good mood today. The haze was warm and welcoming, and Xemnas was content to kneel, hard and neglected as he just kept swallowing around his lover's hard dick, kept there, eyes closed and breathing level. Calm… meditative, like a trance, like rest….
A knock came at the door, and those fingers in his hair almost jolted. Xemnas’ eyes snapped open, and he expected Saïx to tug him away, tuck his cock out of sight, cover up - but instead that hand threaded to the back of his skull and pushed at the same time he moved forward, stepping so his sternum was flush with the edge of the desk and his cock slid as deep as possible, butting the back of his Superior’s throat.
He took a half step forward - one foot planting on Xemnas’ hands and forcing them flat. No moving. No permission to move. Easy, and seamless, and without pain. Saïx didn’t even clear his throat, merely kept typing, and in Xemnas’ experience was a very good actor. “Come in.”
The sound of the door opening, footsteps, weight on the other side of the desk.
“Got anything for me?”
Ah. Xemnas narrowed his eyes. He enjoyed the company of his friends, would give to them anything in his power that he could, wanted them all to prosper - Axel was not his friend. He despised this… this lowly wretch. Saïx had, well, not quite grieved to him but had lamented, scowled, spat venom over the fact that Axel simply wasn't right anymore, not doing as he should, just kept leaving him behind. They spoke often, and over time Saix had let himself crumble, snide comments leaning into rants were becoming more commonplace, and they were more often than not about Axel. Xemnas may not comprehend emotions as Saïx once could, but he understood that once upon a time there had been something between the boys Saïx and Axel once were. And that had eroded with time and Nobodyism and resentment.
Axel had once had a heart, and had been able to cherish the purest form of Saïx there ever was - and now only squandered such a connection. While Xemnas knew that losing a heart meant ripping out all the tendons and cords and old bonds there were with it, but still. Saïx seemed to want to nurture the void where that connection once was, while Axel was dismissive, fairweather, foolish, and Saïx only ever tolerated one fool. Xemnas gave one single, gentle suck, encouraging Saïx to keep his hips flush and close, as if offering him a void to fill proper that would mean so much more than anything this hapless pest ever had or would be able to think of giving.
“Nothing.” Saïx growled. “I’m busy.”
“You’re always busy,” A dramatic sigh, and Xemnas could hear the obnoxious sound of Axel shaking his head, all that hair rubbing against itself and the chains of his coat clinking. “You’re doing great, you know that? So great… but you gotta pace yourself, Isa, or you’re gonna burn out.”
At the sound of his old name, Saïx gripped the back of Xemnas’ head a little tighter.
“I just want to - to finish what I’m doing,” He sounded exasperated, his jaw tense and gaze assuredly sharp. “I don’t have more for you than what is standard right now, Axel. No extracurriculars. And you need to be careful.”
“Whatever,” A tut, and Xemnas knew Saïx hated that. Xemnas hated that. Such disrespect… Axel's lackadaisical flare had always rubbed him the wrong way. “How is the plan coming along, anyways? Nothing else slipped out yet, no ways in?”
Xemnas tuned it out. If he knew exactly what Axel spoke of, he pretended not to. If he did not know what exactly Axel spoke of, then he was happy to have this nonexistence of ignorance. Saïx was hot and solid in his mouth, the distraction doing nothing to stop his interest, and at the prompt of having a way in the Diviner rolled his hips subtly, nudging further forward as casually as he could. There was no more forward to go - he was as sunken into Xemnas as possible, in every way, spit bubbling over his Superior’s stretched lower lip and pooling between Saïx’s boots.
“I’m doing all I can, all of my free time and then some is spent getting as much as I can get my hands on, I assure you,” There was another little sigh, and Xemnas chased the noise by smoothing his tongue upward the way he knew Saïx liked, tracing a vein that mimicked a nonexistent heartbeat, and nails threatened the back of his head. He choked back a groan - Saïx always tugged his hair the way he liked. “All the information you need to know, I tell you. I don’t leave you out, Lea. ”
It sounded like an accusation. Humans must have such funny little lives, to leave imprints like this on their bodies. Xemnas hoped that, after this, he could fuck Saïx over his desk. Distract him from the burden of memory by wiping his mind clean and stuffing his ass full, paint the underside of this desk with his second load of the day.
“C’mon, man, don’t start,” The weight on the desk left, and Axel sounded bored, drained. Like Saïx was a chore. Xemnas fought the urge to wrinkle his nose, lest Saïx assume he was gagging or had grown uncomfortable with the blessing of his cock down his throat. Axel was unworthy of any of Saïx’s attention in any form. Xemnas would pick up where he left off and then some, fill as much space as possible, create voids of his own for Saïx to be comfortable in. Axel was a pathetic waste of time and flesh, and it felt like every day Saïx became a little more aware of that. Distantly, Xemnas was positive he could recall the aspect of happiness. “Look, I’ll leave you alone for now, okay? Just take care of yourself, you fuckin’ ballbuster. Some of us actually give a shit about you and don’t want you to crumple over cus you’re running on empty.”
“Noted.” Slightly softer. “But don’t burden yourself with false concern - I’m fine. I just have a lot I need to organise. Xemnas likes to leave his hands as undirtied as possible, after all.”
The boot on his fingers ground down, just a little, and Xemnas’ eyes rolled to the back of his head, a spike of pain piercing the haze and making his trapped dick jump in the confines of his uniform trousers. It took all his strength not to give some pathetic kind of noise that he knew would make Saïx gush pre into his mouth. He usually did not last so long when fully taken like this, always sensitive to being submerged in warmth and wet, especially when Xemnas made sound around him - Xemnas kept swallowing, spit forever welling up along the underside of Saïx’s dick, and he was positive that for once both of their levels of patience were aligned.
“I getcha. Alright. I best go, then.”
Weight again. He could feel Saïx twist, just slightly, and then came a soft sound that was almost wet. The fist in his hair twisted and tightened, and even though Xemnas wanted to frown at the implication of the sound, he couldn't. He just held fast, throat full, listening. The weight left.
There came a sigh. “You never let me kiss you on the lips anymore, Isa.”
It sounded sad. Xemnas felt nothing. Saïx didn't say anything to the remark, made of stone, the epitome of Nobodyhood. Xemnas was unsure what expression he was making. But tangled in his hair, a thumb idly moved back and forth, a distraction. Not for him - for Saïx.
“...don't overwork yourself tonight, babe.” The sound of a step backward, Axel's voice trying to be supportive but it was laced with gloom.
“I hate it when you call me that.” Saïx responded, and it was almost a sneer, familiar, bitter, and Xemnas bit back a sound of affirmation around his cock. He liked it when Saïx was mad. He liked it when he hated Axel. He liked it when that hand gripped his head a little tighter and Saïx leaned into the desk, keeping the tip of his cock pressed to the back of his throat. He wanted to pant, his entire body felt so hot and worked up from this rough, neglectful treatment, and he desired nothing more than Saïx to take out his frustration here and now. But his voice came mellow and stilted, like usual. Unbroken. “Rest and then prepare for tomorrow's mission, VIII. I have things to finish up here.”
“Yeah. O’course.” A hint of petulance, before more retreating footsteps. Xemnas listened, knees locked, hands crushed between them, mouth open and full dripping down Saïx's leather as the door was opened, held open for just a little too long, and then gently shut.
That grip was still a vice. It didn't let up, didn't relax now the coast was clear. No - instead of letting him go, stepping back with a sigh of relief, checking in that Xemnas was alright, Saïx just kept going. He drew his hips back slowly, sluggishly, dragging against Xemnas' slick tongue before fucking forward sharply again, straight back into his throat, a low growl coming from above. Xemnas let down his guard, moaned unabashedly at the treatment - Saïx letting loose and showing such fury, such power, it made him lightheaded - -
“Bastard,” Saïx snarled as he started fucking in earnest, gripping onto Xemnas’ hair and forcing him still with an iron grip as his pelvis hit against his face. “Utter bastard-”
The other hand came down, grasped at Xemnas’ jaw, held him open as all of Saïx’s attention was on fast, brutal thrusts down his throat; hands freed, Xemnas clutched onto his subordinates hips, urge him closer, reveled in the act of taking and being taken.
Saïx was already so close, worked up to the brink before they’d even started; each thrust grew shorter, stuttered, the grip shakier.
All at once Saïx stepped back, shoved him away, and Xemnas’ balanced tipped - he fell backward the few inches there were behind him into the desk, legs sprawled under him, and looked up in time to see Saïx hunch down enough to see him, propping his arm up on the edge, fist working fast and slick before his orgasm hit - a snarl, all teeth and crinkled scar, and Xemnas panted, open-mouthed as he let Saïx stain him. Saïx groaned and arched against the desk as his load gushed over the crescent of his hand, spurting into his Superior’s awaiting mouth and over his cheek.
“Fuck,” VII growl, yet it tapered into more of a whine, wringing ropes of his spend against Xemnas’ lips. His golden glare locked onto the way Xemnas beneath him let it happen, licking the corner of his mouth, legs spread and straining cock obvious. “Fuuuuuuuuck.”
It was over quickly, Saïx eternally working in sharp bursts, and he sagged where he stood, stooped against the desk and trying to control his breath. He didn’t blink, staring at Xemnas, narrow-eyed and ferocious, cock still hard and dripping, claws threatening to dig into his nice shiny new desk.
“I’m done with work today,” He growled, deeper than hell itself, Berserk scorned and lying in wait behind his eyes. “Fuck me over this desk until I forget everything.”
Xemnas stood up too quickly, too eagerly, and hit his head on the damned thing getting up.