Chapter Text
“Yours will be an Empire of Ignorance!”
Those words, those damned old man’s words, circled Xemnas’s thoughts feverishly as his gloved hands clumsily pawed at his manhood on the loveseat in his room. It took both hands to cover most of his shaft, and yet it wasn’t quite enough to give him what he desired. The portrait of his former mentor sat in front of him, as if teasing him.
“Go on, boy ”
A knock on the door shocked Xemnas just enough to prevent him from reaching climax. He growled in frustration, a beastly noise of lust that shocked even him, before barking out a sharp command to enter. He knew who it was, anyway. The only man brave enough to walk in on The Superior. Saïx opened the door quietly, deliberately avoiding the sight of Xemnas’s arousal. It was not the first time he’d encountered it, ever since they had found themselves in Castle Calypso.
That name was Vexen’s decision, since he had been the first among the organization to arrive. Nobodies, being a uniquely damned type of creature, were not allowed the gift of eternal damnation. Instead, upon “death”, they are merely sent away. And Xemnas’s beloved organization had all been sent here, to a world… below. They were currently at work determining exactly where “here” was but a few traits had made themselves abundantly clear.
Firstly, Castle Calypso resembled Castle Oblivion almost to the letter, with the only difference being a black color scheme. The irony was not lost on anyone. Secondly, wherever they were located among the Dimensional Sea, it appeared to function as an island of pure nothingness. Neither dark nor light energy flowed here, making the cloaks functionless. However, this drastically increased Xemnas’s command over the void and, by extent, command over his subordinates. Where before he could reduce them to mere dusks, the lack of interference here allowed for a more precise control over each of their bodies and minds.
Xemnas spent his first weeks in this abyss reconstructing Organization 13, utilizing his newfound power to track down his fallen subordinates and whip them into shape. Some, like Demyx and Saïx, fell into line immediately. Others, like Marluxia or Axel, had taken more work. But all had acknowledged Xemnas as their Superior once again (willingly or not), and they reunited with the goal of escaping this interdimensional shipwreck.
“Sir?”
Xemnas shook his head, refocusing on Saïx. It was odd to see his most faithful servant outside of his cloak, sporting little more than a tight vest and green camo jeans, with a hint of his binder poking out. It was a bit of a shame that the organization cloak hid those bicep muscles, Xemnas supposed.
“Yes, Saïx?”
“Would you care to pause your, erm, masculine… meditations?”
“I believe the term is masturbation.”
“I am well aware,” he sighed. “I was simply attempting to avoid such uncouth topics with my immediate superior.”
“Ah, you still believe in such simple barriers. In that case, sit with me.”
“Sir?”
“That’s an order, Number Seven.”
Xemnas waved his hand, pulling at just a bit of Saïx essence to get him moving. The man only put up a token bit of resistance against Xemnas, as always, before sitting down on the loveseat right next to him.
“Have you been aroused before, Saïx?”
“Of course,” he rumbled, voice pleasantly close to Xemnas’s ear. “It’s a… biological drive, sir.”
“Have you been aroused… recently?”
“Very recently.”
Xemnas hummed in thought, idly stroking his cock in order to stave off his arousal.
“Does it tend to revolve around a specific person?”
“Always.”
“Does it drive you mad? Almost as if you cannot think of anything else but that individual?”
“Unceasingly.”
Saïx voice has dropped to more of a breathy whine now. Xemnas could sense his subordinate’s mood shifting, a sudden restlessness befalling the otherwise calm man.
“I feel as if I’ve been poisoned, Saïx.” Xemnas spat. “Every idle thought is about him. It’s uncontrollable. But he’s gone now.”
…you're powerless to control it. Consumed, by the jealousy you feel toward the student who surpassed you.
“Sir?”
“I need to purge this desire. This… lust. If we have any chance of reaching our goals,” he muttered, unconsciously pumping his cock quicker. Xemnas was oozing pre now, staining his fine gloves. Not that he cared. Why was he being so reckless. “I must… I must understand it. I must conquer it.”
“Sir, please.”
The whine in Saïx voice grated in Xemnas’s ears. Whiny. Needy. Pathetic. Weak. Human. But Xemnas was no better, desperately jerking his cock in service to a man long gone. A man he despised, who cared little for him in return. A man who-
“You have surpassed nothing-”
Xemnas gasped as he finally, finally, erupted and spilled all across his hand, semen clumping in sticky white strings. He melted back in his seat, suddenly weak. Curiosity tugged at the corner of Xemnas’s mind, and he lifted his glove up to his face and licked softly. One of those pearly white strings slipped onto his tongue, a salty taste mixing with the leather of his glove. Distantly, he heard Saïx curse in response before climaxing at the sight. But most of Xemnas’s attention was on the painting of Ansem that sat across from him. Those judgeful eyes, the strict brow. All watching him debase himself from beyond the grave, licking his own cum off his hands.
“Saïx,” Xemnas growled, once he had his faculties returned.
“Yes, sir?”
“Find a lab in this damned castle. Tomorrow, we work towards fixing this… disease.”
“Of course. Do you have any other requests?”
“None. Please clean off your arousal and leave me to my thoughts.”
“I… certainly, sir. Tomorrow then.”