Kingdom Hearts, Xaldin/Xigbar, new scars
They’re doing it just like Dilan and Braig used to, hot mouths fighting casually and underhandedly for dominance. Stubble scraps against stubble and their lips are not full. Their teeth are sharp and Xaldin is not afraid to use his, not nervous like Dilan had been about hurting a friend. There is no love to lose between them now.
Xigbar drops to his knees and pushing away black leather and pulling down Xaldin’s fly with the expertise of memory and the carelessness of a newly minted sociopath. His sharp teeth are always threatening to turn intense pleasure into pain.
He has no restraint, goes straight for the head and does not shy from exploiting every technique that used to turn Dilan to all shivers and heat.
“Fuck,” Xaldin says. He’d be afraid of calling the wrong name, but what does it matter? Besides there’s such a cold difference.
“Xigbar. Don’t you dare stop.”
So of course he does. One moment he’s on his knees with Xaldin’s cock tight in his mouth and the next he’s a few feet away smirking. His hands are at his coat zipper. Xaldin snarls and stalks forward, advancing like a predator. Xaldin pulls the zipper down slowly, as seductive as if he had breasts to show off instead of sloping shoulders and a lean, muscular chest.
Xaldin stops being so menacing and slips too easily into cool observation with a touch of fascination. He still reaches out though, and his dick is still hard and hanging out of his fly.
“That’s new,” he says, brushing fingers against the dark mess of a scar over Xigbar’s breastbone.
“Well duh,” Xigbar says. “You try having a Heartless tear your heart out and see how you look afterwards. Oh wait.”
They both laugh. Xaldin tears the zipper down on his coat and shows the pale starburst of a scar that would fade away into his skin tone if it wasn’t shiny and hairless against a backdrop of black chest hair.
“I know I’ve got a great rack, but enough scoping out my chest,” Xigbar says, sounding bored. “Come fuck me already.”