Post by andyouthinkimcrazy on Sept 2, 2007 17:38:29 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean or Kingdom Hearts; I do, though, own all my OCs and myself. Take and die, ask for permission and it could be granted... Also, I make no money!
Warnings: OOC, no one actually gets naked... but they find ways to have fun, language (likely, I can’t remember specifically), yaoi, and incest. Did I forget something..? Likely… so, uh... be prepared..!
Authoress’ Note: So, this is my rewrite for the 'Do as I Say' story I have on ff.net. It's very different. Ha ha... oh... who am I kidding..? I just got to lazy to figure out a new title! Hee~~ So, yeah, I bet this'll be confusing, so now I've got an index/footnote thingy..!
Side Note: Words in italics either are strained or can have another meaning to them.
1) It was so hot out.
2) Albel has social issues. (which means *cough*headproblems*cough*)
We stood there, mouths agape, on the beach we’d all walked several times before; the sound of crashing waves blended well with the gentle whisper of the wind. We belonged here, our little group of eight, and it was getting harder and harder to imagine life outside of our home existed; yet the proof was there, nestled in the sand, yet sticking out like a sore thumb.
The sand around us was light beige, almost white in color, but this thing-this machine-was chrome in most places with slight hints of red and blue. These were colors we saw regularly, but the shiny chrome was something we hadn’t seen much of since being dropped off on this island… how long ago was that? When did we arrive on this closed off circle of land? I couldn’t know for sure; more than half a year would be my guess, but I’d have to ask Mio to get the straight facts.
The silence that had fallen over us upon sight of the thing was slowly broken; first by Kae’s gasp and then by Yamio’s observation, “Looks like it might be a spaceship.” She inched forward, but her twin, Nika, caught her arm and they both shuffled forward together, before stopping just ahead of the group.
“It probably is.” Mio agreed, followed by a few murmurs of the rest of the group, “But, it’s not like one I’ve ever seen… we’d better be careful of it.”
Sose scoffed, “What are you talking about? We’ve been away, what, a year? They probably came out with a new model!” Excitedly the youngest of our group sprinted ahead of the twins and stopped short nearly five feet away, Kae gave a cry of horror and rushed forward to pull him back.
Before Sose could be dragged back the hissing of the suspected vehicle suddenly grew in volume and the door eased open at a slow rate; Kae and Sose were frozen and quivering in fear and wonder. Arms slid quickly around my shoulders and I was pulled closely to my brother’s chest; I could hear his breath exhaling in fear.
Still, above all the noise came two voices; each of them arguing pointlessly with the other, and both coming from the depths of the foreign object settled on our beach. They stepped out at the same time seeming to be oblivious to the group of people before them.
“Maggot, you said you could fly that thing.” The man who had spat that comment gave the vehicle a sharp kick with a metal boot before his glower returned to focus on his companion who gave an indifferent shrug in response.
“It’s not my fault, really, there’s only so much I know about spaceships; and the crash was due to engine problems, Albel. It really had nothing to do with my flying abilities.” The one called Albel scoffed, but didn’t press things further, it seemed he was now watching Kae and Sose slowly back away from him.
“Well, look what we have here; a bunch a gawking little fools.” His steps began to make their way towards the quickly retreating pair, his long tied hair flowing as he walked and the large metal claw covering his left arm rose in a threatening manner; his free right arm moved to draw the sword at his hip.
Luckily, before any move could be made his companion called from behind him, “Albel can’t we go somewhere without you terrorizing people? They haven’t even done anything to you.”
Albel spun, his sarong twisting with the sudden movement, and he drew his sword; his claw now aimed for the relaxed blue-haired boy still standing near their crashed property, “Maybe you’d prefer it if I tore you apart instead?”
The other, in turn, drew his own sword and held it tightly in both hands; his green eyes stared across at his fellow swordsman at a slightly narrowed angle, “Bring in on, you know you can’t possibly win…”
A low growl was barely audible to our group of islanders; but, surprisingly, the obviously more aggressive of the two men straightened himself and put away his weapon, I could see the smug smirk tugging across his face, “And here I thought you were the one who didn’t want to start something.” Albel turned his back on the other and a mocking laugh left his pallid lips, “Why would I waste my time with these worms..?” With that he pushed past Mio and Arex and headed towards our small ‘village’.
The other boy was left to his slight shock over what had happened before he too put away his weapon and grumbled something under his breath. His sour expression quickly cleared and he headed over to us, “I’m sorry about that.” He began politely, “I’m Fayt Leingod, and he is Albel Nox; uhm… would it be too much trouble for me to ask where the nearest Inn is?”
“Unfortunately, my dear, we don’t really have an Inn.” I cringed a little at the sound of my brother’s voice flowing over my shoulder; there he goes again, he’ll flirt with anything that has the potential to flirt back, “But, you know, we can have a nice place set up for you.”
Fayt’s nose crinkled at the name ‘dear’, but his friendly face was quickly right back in place, “Uh, that would be nice, if you could. I don’t really know how long we’ll be stuck here, though; Albel likes to keep moving, but I need to try and repair the ship.”
“I’m sorry to say that he won’t be able to go much of anywhere.” Tiko leaned forward pressing his body into mine and his hands suddenly moved down over my chest to settle on my stomach. I chocked back a gasp that was further hidden by my brother’s words, “We’re on an island, and there aren’t any immediate ways off. Still, I’d be happy to show you around.”
I spoke up in hopes of drowning out any further suggestions my brother could make, “Tiko stop flirting.” I lectured him, “He’s probably tired from the crash and—“
“Oh I see!” Tiko interrupted, “You’re just jealous.” Along with the final word being strained, came the pinch of slender fingers tugging at my chest and I couldn’t help the yelp the action brought from me.
“T-Tiko! What are you..! Aaah..!” His teeth lightly sunk into my neck to cut me off again.
“Be quite, little brother; I’m trying to talk, here.” I bit my lip to keep from making noises and stole a glace at Fayt. He was shifting awkwardly, probably trying to say something… anything to draw Tiko’s attentions from me, “Now then,” Tiko continued as if he weren’t molesting me in front of seven other people, “I can give you a tour of the house you’ll be staying in as well, so what will it be?”
Fayt studied us for a moment, his green eyes carefully rested on my own before his gaze rose to hold eyes with my brother, “All right.” He replied, but quickly he added, “Only of the house though, I’m tired, and I’ll be spending plenty of time looking around with Albel later.”
Tiko’s fingers finally dropped back to my stomach and I exhaled a sigh of relief before flashing Fayt a thankful smile which he returned, “Good!” Tiko stood up straight and finally pulled away to give Fayt the ‘elevator’ look, “Very good.” He added. The grin he was sporting was evident in his voice, “Let’s go then, cutie.”
A very soft almost unnoticeable blush crept upon Fayt’s face and he crossed his arms almost self-consciously, “Alright, lead the way.” Tiko reached out and, before a protest could be made, he snatched Fayt’s hand up and began to drag him off. I watched them, a dejected look on my face, I really felt sorry for Fayt; he didn’t even understand why Tiko was acting so… forward. He really never out-right molested anyone before, especially not me.
Before I could think much further on the matter my brother stopped dead and turned around. Fayt was released from his grip while Tiko hurried back to me his arms embracing me before I could even try to back away, “I almost forgot to give you a ‘see-you-later’ kiss.” I opened my mouth to protest only to regret it seconds later as lips and a tongue occupied my mouth.
Tiko’s my brother.
By all that is right, we shouldn’t be doing this; yet… his mouth feels so good on my own. I just can’t help but feel warm, and safe, and so aroused when he does this to me; just what the hell am I thinking..!
Why am I allowing this..?
I don’t love him… not like this…
What a…
… strange dream to be having…
Saiyo shot straight up in bed holding the blankets to his chest with his knees drawn together and close to his body to hide his obvious arousal from anyone else who might be around to see. He looked around quickly through sleep clouded green eyes and sure enough that someone was sitting just feet away with a feral grin on her freckled face.
“Good morning, Saiyo-chan!” she cooed her gaze switching quickly between him and the computer she had been typing on moments before. When her eyes briefly touched his own Saiyo couldn’t miss the dark look in them; the sort of look she only got when writing yaoi… the wide grin and obvious lust shining in grey eyes… he couldn’t help but shiver until she looked away once more.
Once safe from the predatory gaze Saiyo was able to pout in response, “I really wish you’d stop writing things like that while I sleep…” he whined pitifully, though he tried desperately not to sound as girlish as she doubtlessly thought he was, “it puts awful thoughts in my head…” (1)
“That’s kind of the point.” Her grin didn’t seem to be fading, even with her eyes focused on the computer, and it made Saiyo uneasy; he quickly found himself scooting back against the headboard, that is, until she turned that gaze back upon him again.
“Well, uh…” Saiyo stammered quickly wracking his brains for anything he could use to escape that nerve wracking look, “I’m going to have breakfast—Gah!” The blond boy cried out in alarm as the body of the older girl was flung at him. She landed uncomfortably, at least for poor Saiyo, across his body; and she cooed and nuzzled his neck, “G-Get off..!”
“Silly!” She giggled, “You’re the one who’s going to be getting off…” The feeling of her fingers trailing down his side was enough to remind Saiyo of the state the dream had left him in; and it didn’t take long for him to fling her off in a hurry. The action he used to escape ended up throwing the both of them off the bed and they groaned in pain almost simultaneously. (2)
There was a pitiful whine made from either side of the bed and slowly they stood up to look across at each other. Saiyo shifted uncomfortably for a moment, before a small sigh left him, “I-I’m sorry, Lisa…” he mumbled softly, “Just… please don’t touch me like that.”
He shivered again, and for once Lisa couldn’t help but smile softly at her creation; she fidgeted, almost as if she were ashamed, and kept her eyes fixed on the messy bed they’d just been laying in, “I’m sorry, Saiyo; it’s my fault anyway…” She giggled lightly and shot him a hesitant glance, “I’m the one that made you so shy, after all.” (3)
Then, as if she hadn’t just apologized, she shot him another grin and brushed her brown hair out of her face, “Anyway, I’ll let you go to breakfast, then; I should really be going to bed, you know. It’s already…” she paused a second, a far-off look crossed her face before her focus returned to Saiyo, “It’s 7:04am; I should have been asleep at least two hours ago, yet I had to write some incest.” (4)
Saiyo sighed softly and tried to ignore the mentioned dream he’d just had, “Well, as long as you’re going now, that’s better than nothing. I honestly don’t know how you can sleep through the day.”
Lisa giggled again and a slight blush crossed her face, “Well, I’ll probably read some fan fictions before I actually go to sleep… so if Axel and Roxas start making weird noises you’ll actually know what’s going on this time…” (5)
“Hey!” Saiyo cried, a light pink blush covering his face as he remembered that sight he had stumbled across by accident, “You’re the one that was reading a torture fic! How was I supposed to know that… that… Roxas wasn’t actually being torn apart in there?” She laughed again and hugged him affectionately.
“Oh Saiyo, I’m so happy I created you, you’re so cute…” she placed a small kiss on his cheek, “Why the heck would Axel ever hurt Roxas..?” Saiyo bit his lip to force the image away, but the sight of the younger boy bound and the sound of his voice pleading desperately just wouldn’t leave him alone.
“I-I don’t know...” he stammered uselessly, “Just… it didn’t sound too pleasant.” Lisa giggled once more as Saiyo’s face flamed an even brighter color of red and she took one of his quivering hands in hers, “It’s ok, I made you curious and innocent too; you know, it’s ok if you want to blame things on me.”
“I—but it’s not your fault that I’m… that they were…” Saiyo stumbled along trying desperately to find a reason not to blame her, yet he failed horribly, “O-Ok. So it is your fault… but you’re still my creator.” He wrapped his arms tightly around her and nuzzled her neck, “I just can’t hate you for that.”
“Well I never said anything about hating.” She grumbled, but her arms locked around his neck anyway; a small laugh brushed past Saiyo’s ear, “Well, I’ve been standing here for what..? Ten minuets?” she pulled away and her eyes looked far off again, “Crap, time flies when I day dream.” She giggled and placed another kiss on his cheek, “Yeah, I’m off to my fan fictions, then; have a nice day, Saiyo-chan.” She cooed happily and this time she faded slowly from Saiyo’s sight.
Saiyo turned and headed for the door, his thoughts once again plagued by the dream; he couldn’t remember the details anymore, but just the thought of his brother touching him in any non-brotherly way was disturbing. How could he face his brother’s flirting when his thoughts would bring that blush to his face..? What would Tiko say if he really looked like he was enjoying it..?
He shuddered, his teeth beginning to bite his lip in worry; ‘He’d avoid me… he’d be afraid to touch me… lest those evil thoughts pop up in my head…’ Saiyo shook his head violently to keep those thoughts from manifesting into something dirty; unfortunately the moans coming from the nearby room didn’t help matters at all.
Those hands were again touching him; it was nothing but a ghostly feeling, but he had to bite his lip harder to keep any noises from escaping him. Why did she always have to write while he slept? “A-Axel..!” Saiyo shuddered all over; a hand moved to brush invisible digits from his skin before he hurried past and into the kitchen.
Albel was already there leaning heavily against the counter with his crimson eyes slid shut and an agitated look that seemed forever burned on his face. Saiyo hadn’t taken more than a step before those eyes snapped open and glared at him, he froze in place; without Fayt around he always worried that one day Albel would lash out and slice him to pieces, though he always said that weaklings weren’t worth his time or effort.
“You. Maggot.” Albel began in a demanding tone and all Saiyo could give for a response was a muted nod. Albel growled and pushed away from the counter, “Come here when I talk to you, fool.” Promptly Saiyo crossed the floor and stood before the swordsman with his head hanging low and his shoulders shaking in fear, “Look at how pathetic you are! You can’t even look me in the eye.”
Saiyo fidgeted, his hands moving to clasp together in front of himself and he slowly looked up into belittling red eyes; Albel’s demeanor shifted, his eyes softened ever so slightly that Saiyo was surprised he could see it at all, “Make yourself useful and get breakfast started.” Albel turned and sat himself down at the table, his glare focused on something else for the time being.
A blink fluttered over green eyes and Saiyo turned quickly to comply. If Albel was willing to end the torment he wasn’t going to be the one to have it start up again, that was for sure. Saiyo rummaged through the fridge and began to put together eggs enough for the six people who currently resided in the depths of Lisa’s imagination.
Thankfully cooking kept unwanted images from popping up so things were relatively peaceful; at least, until Fayt came in. Saiyo’s gaze was instantly split between the omelet and the newcomer.
Fayt stumbled in, his hair was a mess and his green eyes were only half open; one hand was carefully placed over his mouth to hide the yawn he was making, “Morrin’ Albel.” He greeted as cheerily as his sleepy self could; and the moment Albel grunted in reply he continued, “Morrin’ Saiyo.”
“Good morning Fayt, how’d you sleep?” Saiyo responded while he brought over the food he’d just finished making, “Would you like something to drink?”
“Orange juice, please.” Fayt requested politely before answering the previous question, “I slept alright; though someone just has to keep screaming every night, it’s hard to sleep through that, you know?” Albel snarled and glared across the table at his blue haired companion.
“Shut up, fool; you annoy me all day, it’s only right that you don’t get the sleep you need.” By now Saiyo had placed plates at the table and Albel instantly snatched the food away before Fayt could even try; the younger swordsman simply folded his arms and glared.
The youngest boy sank into his chair and began to eye Fayt as he dished out food.
Since the first day Andyouthinkimcrazy played the game ‘Star Ocean: Till the End of Time’ and began to fantasize about Fayt… since the first day Saiyo laid his eyes on the handsome young man, he’d been infatuated. Fayt was everything Saiyo wanted to be: strong, courageous, handsome, and friendly; it was hard for him not to fall in love with someone who seemed so perfect.
The thing that worried him most, though, was Albel. Lisa had said once, while assuring herself that FaytxAlbel was most definitely canon, something like: “Albel’s so into Fayt! I mean, come on; what else would he be doing in Fayt’s room, late at night, other than trying to burn the image of Fayt’s sleeping face into his mind so he could jack-off to it later? Not to mention the whole, ‘you maggots are my prey’ thing! That was directed straight at Fayt, no doubt! He wants to get Fayt in bed and make kinky love! I bet he’d use that claw as a torture device--”
It just went on from there; and now, unfortunately, Saiyo’s mind was assaulted with the image of Albel touching himself and Fayt squirming beneath the teasing, torturous touches of a sharp metal claw. The bright red blush covering his normally pallid cheeks was something that couldn’t be ignored and Albel’s harsh voice was what brought Saiyo out of his fantasy.
“What are you blushing for, worm?” Saiyo’s gaze was followed to linger on Fayt and he understood perfectly, “I see, what a pathetic little boy you are; you can’t even sit at the table without having sexual thoughts..?” Fayt’s gaze snapped to look over at the other boy who was now hiding his face in embarrassment, “Learn to control your urges, fool; no one wants you ogling them.”
Fayt sighed and shoved Albel, though the nudge to a metal arm couldn’t much be noticed, “Leave him alone Albel; I know for a fact that you do a hell of a lot more ‘ogling’ than he does.” An offended glare cut the short space between the two, yet Fayt only returned it with a grin, “You sure do stare at Axel a lot.”
Albel twitched and his claw tapped the table lightly in warning, “How dare you imply I’d be attracted to that!” a low snarl formed in his throat on the last word and Saiyo cringed as he hurriedly ate his meal, “I merely watch that oaf to see what talent he has; I’ll not lose to another bumbling idiot such as the one sitting next to me.”
“’Bumbling idiot’?” Fayt repeated slowly, “Then what does that make the one who lost to me..?” Fayt smirked and leaned in, “I think that makes you—“
Suddenly they both lunged forward, their mouths silencing further arguing conveniently brought on by Lisa’s dreams; Saiyo sighed in dismay and quickly left the kitchen and its inhabitants to their business. He could only be really thankful that the happenings between his brother and himself had never amounted to anything much more than a few short-lived kisses. (6)
Elsewhere, an exhausted looking Roxas pushed open the door to the room he and Axel shared; he slowly trudged down the hallway, “I’ll kill her.” He spat grumpily once he heard the clunk of boots behind him, “What kind of person reads gay porn for no reason..? It’s like she’s trying to torment us. I didn’t think it was possible for me to do it so many times.” (7)
“Well… now you know that you can.” Axel responded casually, walking slowly in pace next to his friend, “Need any help..? You’re kind of limping…” A gloved hand was placed softly against Roxas’ skin, yet he still jerked and threw his friend’s arm off.
“I’m fine, I don’t need help, Axel.” Roxas straightened up in an attempt to hide his limp and he walked into the kitchen, his attention distracted not for a moment as he passed the two making out on the table; Axel, however, wasn’t so lucky.
Fayt was pinned beneath a slender body; his legs wrapped comfortably around Albel’s thin hips, his fingers were buried in silken two-toned locks. Albel’s human hand rested lightly on one hip while a claw slid teasingly down a slender throat, “Careful Fayt, you’d better keep your filthy comments to yourself… you wouldn’t want me to accidentally apply more pressure than necessary right here would you..?” Albel pressed a little harder, and a thin trail of blood began to trickle down Fayt’s neck.
All the younger could do was sit there breathing shallowly with his head tilted back against the table; Albel licked his lips hungrily and returned to battling tongues with Fayt, their bodies began to grind slowly together. Fayt let out a low moan and began to grip the edge of the table; his fingers slowly turned white as each torturously pleasing movement spread tension throughout his body.
Axel found himself inching closer as Fayt’s trembling fingers reached out to grasp the loop attached to his zipper. He began to slowly pull his clothing open but a sudden hard thrust from Albel caused his hands to jerk the zipper down more quickly, “A-Albel..”
Albel leaned forward; his lips attached themselves to the hardened nub on Fayt’s chest and they curled into a devious smile, his eyes slowly trailed from staring up at Fayt’s flushed face over to the dazed looking redhead standing next to them. Axel froze all together when those crimson eyes glared at him filled with lust and amusement; a pink tongue flicked out to lick Fayt once, long and slow, before he sat up with his full attention focused on nothing but the green eyes of Organization member Number VIII.
“What do you want, fool?” Albel hissed his sword being drawn quickly and pointed straight at Axel’s neck, the tip steadily began to scrape up and down Axel’s jugular, “You’re disgusting. You don’t even try and oppose her, do you?” (8)
“I-I—“
“Axel.” The pyro turned as much as the sword would allow, which wasn’t that much, to gaze at Roxas. He had abandoned his attempts to get food and he was now standing on the other side of the table, “Don’t waste your breath on him; he’ll only insult you.”
“I know he will, you don’t have to tell me, Roxas; I’m a big boy, I can handle this on my own.” Axel shifted his gaze back to Albel, only to follow Albel’s sights right back to Roxas. As quick as it had come the sword retracted back to its sheathe and Albel shifted to remove himself from Fayt.
“Whatever, I’m sick of you maggots.” Albel swung himself fully off of Fayt and headed out of the room. Fayt whined softly at the loss and sat up slowly.
“Damn… I hate when he leaves me like this.” Fayt grumbled as he sat up and slid off the table; he now seemed to be in a foul mood but he managed to force a weak smile onto his face, “Sorry about that, I’ll let you two eat in peace.” Fayt moved past them and into the hall; and Roxas turned right back around, his earlier quest for food returning.
“You know, there are eggs on the table.” Axel pointed out, somehow he felt that Roxas was mad at him; he was always cold, but Axel had long ago learned the difference between the two. The hard thing was figuring out what he’d done wrong.
Roxas glanced at the bowl on the table and frowned, “I’m just a figment of her imagination… what do I need to eat for, anyhow?” Roxas was silent a moment longer before turning towards the kitchen door, “I’m going to find something else to do.” Roxas informed in that tone of voice that seemed to have ‘without you, Axel.’ tacked on to the end.
Roxas continued out of the room, leaving Axel all by his lonesome.
Warnings: OOC, no one actually gets naked... but they find ways to have fun, language (likely, I can’t remember specifically), yaoi, and incest. Did I forget something..? Likely… so, uh... be prepared..!
Authoress’ Note: So, this is my rewrite for the 'Do as I Say' story I have on ff.net. It's very different. Ha ha... oh... who am I kidding..? I just got to lazy to figure out a new title! Hee~~ So, yeah, I bet this'll be confusing, so now I've got an index/footnote thingy..!
Side Note: Words in italics either are strained or can have another meaning to them.
1) It was so hot out.
2) Albel has social issues. (which means *cough*headproblems*cough*)
Do as I Say
Chapter One: Figments of a Deranged Mind
Chapter One: Figments of a Deranged Mind
~Saiyo’s Point of View~
We stood there, mouths agape, on the beach we’d all walked several times before; the sound of crashing waves blended well with the gentle whisper of the wind. We belonged here, our little group of eight, and it was getting harder and harder to imagine life outside of our home existed; yet the proof was there, nestled in the sand, yet sticking out like a sore thumb.
The sand around us was light beige, almost white in color, but this thing-this machine-was chrome in most places with slight hints of red and blue. These were colors we saw regularly, but the shiny chrome was something we hadn’t seen much of since being dropped off on this island… how long ago was that? When did we arrive on this closed off circle of land? I couldn’t know for sure; more than half a year would be my guess, but I’d have to ask Mio to get the straight facts.
The silence that had fallen over us upon sight of the thing was slowly broken; first by Kae’s gasp and then by Yamio’s observation, “Looks like it might be a spaceship.” She inched forward, but her twin, Nika, caught her arm and they both shuffled forward together, before stopping just ahead of the group.
“It probably is.” Mio agreed, followed by a few murmurs of the rest of the group, “But, it’s not like one I’ve ever seen… we’d better be careful of it.”
Sose scoffed, “What are you talking about? We’ve been away, what, a year? They probably came out with a new model!” Excitedly the youngest of our group sprinted ahead of the twins and stopped short nearly five feet away, Kae gave a cry of horror and rushed forward to pull him back.
Before Sose could be dragged back the hissing of the suspected vehicle suddenly grew in volume and the door eased open at a slow rate; Kae and Sose were frozen and quivering in fear and wonder. Arms slid quickly around my shoulders and I was pulled closely to my brother’s chest; I could hear his breath exhaling in fear.
Still, above all the noise came two voices; each of them arguing pointlessly with the other, and both coming from the depths of the foreign object settled on our beach. They stepped out at the same time seeming to be oblivious to the group of people before them.
“Maggot, you said you could fly that thing.” The man who had spat that comment gave the vehicle a sharp kick with a metal boot before his glower returned to focus on his companion who gave an indifferent shrug in response.
“It’s not my fault, really, there’s only so much I know about spaceships; and the crash was due to engine problems, Albel. It really had nothing to do with my flying abilities.” The one called Albel scoffed, but didn’t press things further, it seemed he was now watching Kae and Sose slowly back away from him.
“Well, look what we have here; a bunch a gawking little fools.” His steps began to make their way towards the quickly retreating pair, his long tied hair flowing as he walked and the large metal claw covering his left arm rose in a threatening manner; his free right arm moved to draw the sword at his hip.
Luckily, before any move could be made his companion called from behind him, “Albel can’t we go somewhere without you terrorizing people? They haven’t even done anything to you.”
Albel spun, his sarong twisting with the sudden movement, and he drew his sword; his claw now aimed for the relaxed blue-haired boy still standing near their crashed property, “Maybe you’d prefer it if I tore you apart instead?”
The other, in turn, drew his own sword and held it tightly in both hands; his green eyes stared across at his fellow swordsman at a slightly narrowed angle, “Bring in on, you know you can’t possibly win…”
A low growl was barely audible to our group of islanders; but, surprisingly, the obviously more aggressive of the two men straightened himself and put away his weapon, I could see the smug smirk tugging across his face, “And here I thought you were the one who didn’t want to start something.” Albel turned his back on the other and a mocking laugh left his pallid lips, “Why would I waste my time with these worms..?” With that he pushed past Mio and Arex and headed towards our small ‘village’.
The other boy was left to his slight shock over what had happened before he too put away his weapon and grumbled something under his breath. His sour expression quickly cleared and he headed over to us, “I’m sorry about that.” He began politely, “I’m Fayt Leingod, and he is Albel Nox; uhm… would it be too much trouble for me to ask where the nearest Inn is?”
“Unfortunately, my dear, we don’t really have an Inn.” I cringed a little at the sound of my brother’s voice flowing over my shoulder; there he goes again, he’ll flirt with anything that has the potential to flirt back, “But, you know, we can have a nice place set up for you.”
Fayt’s nose crinkled at the name ‘dear’, but his friendly face was quickly right back in place, “Uh, that would be nice, if you could. I don’t really know how long we’ll be stuck here, though; Albel likes to keep moving, but I need to try and repair the ship.”
“I’m sorry to say that he won’t be able to go much of anywhere.” Tiko leaned forward pressing his body into mine and his hands suddenly moved down over my chest to settle on my stomach. I chocked back a gasp that was further hidden by my brother’s words, “We’re on an island, and there aren’t any immediate ways off. Still, I’d be happy to show you around.”
I spoke up in hopes of drowning out any further suggestions my brother could make, “Tiko stop flirting.” I lectured him, “He’s probably tired from the crash and—“
“Oh I see!” Tiko interrupted, “You’re just jealous.” Along with the final word being strained, came the pinch of slender fingers tugging at my chest and I couldn’t help the yelp the action brought from me.
“T-Tiko! What are you..! Aaah..!” His teeth lightly sunk into my neck to cut me off again.
“Be quite, little brother; I’m trying to talk, here.” I bit my lip to keep from making noises and stole a glace at Fayt. He was shifting awkwardly, probably trying to say something… anything to draw Tiko’s attentions from me, “Now then,” Tiko continued as if he weren’t molesting me in front of seven other people, “I can give you a tour of the house you’ll be staying in as well, so what will it be?”
Fayt studied us for a moment, his green eyes carefully rested on my own before his gaze rose to hold eyes with my brother, “All right.” He replied, but quickly he added, “Only of the house though, I’m tired, and I’ll be spending plenty of time looking around with Albel later.”
Tiko’s fingers finally dropped back to my stomach and I exhaled a sigh of relief before flashing Fayt a thankful smile which he returned, “Good!” Tiko stood up straight and finally pulled away to give Fayt the ‘elevator’ look, “Very good.” He added. The grin he was sporting was evident in his voice, “Let’s go then, cutie.”
A very soft almost unnoticeable blush crept upon Fayt’s face and he crossed his arms almost self-consciously, “Alright, lead the way.” Tiko reached out and, before a protest could be made, he snatched Fayt’s hand up and began to drag him off. I watched them, a dejected look on my face, I really felt sorry for Fayt; he didn’t even understand why Tiko was acting so… forward. He really never out-right molested anyone before, especially not me.
Before I could think much further on the matter my brother stopped dead and turned around. Fayt was released from his grip while Tiko hurried back to me his arms embracing me before I could even try to back away, “I almost forgot to give you a ‘see-you-later’ kiss.” I opened my mouth to protest only to regret it seconds later as lips and a tongue occupied my mouth.
Tiko’s my brother.
By all that is right, we shouldn’t be doing this; yet… his mouth feels so good on my own. I just can’t help but feel warm, and safe, and so aroused when he does this to me; just what the hell am I thinking..!
Why am I allowing this..?
I don’t love him… not like this…
What a…
… strange dream to be having…
~Third Person~
Saiyo shot straight up in bed holding the blankets to his chest with his knees drawn together and close to his body to hide his obvious arousal from anyone else who might be around to see. He looked around quickly through sleep clouded green eyes and sure enough that someone was sitting just feet away with a feral grin on her freckled face.
“Good morning, Saiyo-chan!” she cooed her gaze switching quickly between him and the computer she had been typing on moments before. When her eyes briefly touched his own Saiyo couldn’t miss the dark look in them; the sort of look she only got when writing yaoi… the wide grin and obvious lust shining in grey eyes… he couldn’t help but shiver until she looked away once more.
Once safe from the predatory gaze Saiyo was able to pout in response, “I really wish you’d stop writing things like that while I sleep…” he whined pitifully, though he tried desperately not to sound as girlish as she doubtlessly thought he was, “it puts awful thoughts in my head…” (1)
“That’s kind of the point.” Her grin didn’t seem to be fading, even with her eyes focused on the computer, and it made Saiyo uneasy; he quickly found himself scooting back against the headboard, that is, until she turned that gaze back upon him again.
“Well, uh…” Saiyo stammered quickly wracking his brains for anything he could use to escape that nerve wracking look, “I’m going to have breakfast—Gah!” The blond boy cried out in alarm as the body of the older girl was flung at him. She landed uncomfortably, at least for poor Saiyo, across his body; and she cooed and nuzzled his neck, “G-Get off..!”
“Silly!” She giggled, “You’re the one who’s going to be getting off…” The feeling of her fingers trailing down his side was enough to remind Saiyo of the state the dream had left him in; and it didn’t take long for him to fling her off in a hurry. The action he used to escape ended up throwing the both of them off the bed and they groaned in pain almost simultaneously. (2)
There was a pitiful whine made from either side of the bed and slowly they stood up to look across at each other. Saiyo shifted uncomfortably for a moment, before a small sigh left him, “I-I’m sorry, Lisa…” he mumbled softly, “Just… please don’t touch me like that.”
He shivered again, and for once Lisa couldn’t help but smile softly at her creation; she fidgeted, almost as if she were ashamed, and kept her eyes fixed on the messy bed they’d just been laying in, “I’m sorry, Saiyo; it’s my fault anyway…” She giggled lightly and shot him a hesitant glance, “I’m the one that made you so shy, after all.” (3)
Then, as if she hadn’t just apologized, she shot him another grin and brushed her brown hair out of her face, “Anyway, I’ll let you go to breakfast, then; I should really be going to bed, you know. It’s already…” she paused a second, a far-off look crossed her face before her focus returned to Saiyo, “It’s 7:04am; I should have been asleep at least two hours ago, yet I had to write some incest.” (4)
Saiyo sighed softly and tried to ignore the mentioned dream he’d just had, “Well, as long as you’re going now, that’s better than nothing. I honestly don’t know how you can sleep through the day.”
Lisa giggled again and a slight blush crossed her face, “Well, I’ll probably read some fan fictions before I actually go to sleep… so if Axel and Roxas start making weird noises you’ll actually know what’s going on this time…” (5)
“Hey!” Saiyo cried, a light pink blush covering his face as he remembered that sight he had stumbled across by accident, “You’re the one that was reading a torture fic! How was I supposed to know that… that… Roxas wasn’t actually being torn apart in there?” She laughed again and hugged him affectionately.
“Oh Saiyo, I’m so happy I created you, you’re so cute…” she placed a small kiss on his cheek, “Why the heck would Axel ever hurt Roxas..?” Saiyo bit his lip to force the image away, but the sight of the younger boy bound and the sound of his voice pleading desperately just wouldn’t leave him alone.
“I-I don’t know...” he stammered uselessly, “Just… it didn’t sound too pleasant.” Lisa giggled once more as Saiyo’s face flamed an even brighter color of red and she took one of his quivering hands in hers, “It’s ok, I made you curious and innocent too; you know, it’s ok if you want to blame things on me.”
“I—but it’s not your fault that I’m… that they were…” Saiyo stumbled along trying desperately to find a reason not to blame her, yet he failed horribly, “O-Ok. So it is your fault… but you’re still my creator.” He wrapped his arms tightly around her and nuzzled her neck, “I just can’t hate you for that.”
“Well I never said anything about hating.” She grumbled, but her arms locked around his neck anyway; a small laugh brushed past Saiyo’s ear, “Well, I’ve been standing here for what..? Ten minuets?” she pulled away and her eyes looked far off again, “Crap, time flies when I day dream.” She giggled and placed another kiss on his cheek, “Yeah, I’m off to my fan fictions, then; have a nice day, Saiyo-chan.” She cooed happily and this time she faded slowly from Saiyo’s sight.
Saiyo turned and headed for the door, his thoughts once again plagued by the dream; he couldn’t remember the details anymore, but just the thought of his brother touching him in any non-brotherly way was disturbing. How could he face his brother’s flirting when his thoughts would bring that blush to his face..? What would Tiko say if he really looked like he was enjoying it..?
He shuddered, his teeth beginning to bite his lip in worry; ‘He’d avoid me… he’d be afraid to touch me… lest those evil thoughts pop up in my head…’ Saiyo shook his head violently to keep those thoughts from manifesting into something dirty; unfortunately the moans coming from the nearby room didn’t help matters at all.
Those hands were again touching him; it was nothing but a ghostly feeling, but he had to bite his lip harder to keep any noises from escaping him. Why did she always have to write while he slept? “A-Axel..!” Saiyo shuddered all over; a hand moved to brush invisible digits from his skin before he hurried past and into the kitchen.
Albel was already there leaning heavily against the counter with his crimson eyes slid shut and an agitated look that seemed forever burned on his face. Saiyo hadn’t taken more than a step before those eyes snapped open and glared at him, he froze in place; without Fayt around he always worried that one day Albel would lash out and slice him to pieces, though he always said that weaklings weren’t worth his time or effort.
“You. Maggot.” Albel began in a demanding tone and all Saiyo could give for a response was a muted nod. Albel growled and pushed away from the counter, “Come here when I talk to you, fool.” Promptly Saiyo crossed the floor and stood before the swordsman with his head hanging low and his shoulders shaking in fear, “Look at how pathetic you are! You can’t even look me in the eye.”
Saiyo fidgeted, his hands moving to clasp together in front of himself and he slowly looked up into belittling red eyes; Albel’s demeanor shifted, his eyes softened ever so slightly that Saiyo was surprised he could see it at all, “Make yourself useful and get breakfast started.” Albel turned and sat himself down at the table, his glare focused on something else for the time being.
A blink fluttered over green eyes and Saiyo turned quickly to comply. If Albel was willing to end the torment he wasn’t going to be the one to have it start up again, that was for sure. Saiyo rummaged through the fridge and began to put together eggs enough for the six people who currently resided in the depths of Lisa’s imagination.
Thankfully cooking kept unwanted images from popping up so things were relatively peaceful; at least, until Fayt came in. Saiyo’s gaze was instantly split between the omelet and the newcomer.
Fayt stumbled in, his hair was a mess and his green eyes were only half open; one hand was carefully placed over his mouth to hide the yawn he was making, “Morrin’ Albel.” He greeted as cheerily as his sleepy self could; and the moment Albel grunted in reply he continued, “Morrin’ Saiyo.”
“Good morning Fayt, how’d you sleep?” Saiyo responded while he brought over the food he’d just finished making, “Would you like something to drink?”
“Orange juice, please.” Fayt requested politely before answering the previous question, “I slept alright; though someone just has to keep screaming every night, it’s hard to sleep through that, you know?” Albel snarled and glared across the table at his blue haired companion.
“Shut up, fool; you annoy me all day, it’s only right that you don’t get the sleep you need.” By now Saiyo had placed plates at the table and Albel instantly snatched the food away before Fayt could even try; the younger swordsman simply folded his arms and glared.
The youngest boy sank into his chair and began to eye Fayt as he dished out food.
Since the first day Andyouthinkimcrazy played the game ‘Star Ocean: Till the End of Time’ and began to fantasize about Fayt… since the first day Saiyo laid his eyes on the handsome young man, he’d been infatuated. Fayt was everything Saiyo wanted to be: strong, courageous, handsome, and friendly; it was hard for him not to fall in love with someone who seemed so perfect.
The thing that worried him most, though, was Albel. Lisa had said once, while assuring herself that FaytxAlbel was most definitely canon, something like: “Albel’s so into Fayt! I mean, come on; what else would he be doing in Fayt’s room, late at night, other than trying to burn the image of Fayt’s sleeping face into his mind so he could jack-off to it later? Not to mention the whole, ‘you maggots are my prey’ thing! That was directed straight at Fayt, no doubt! He wants to get Fayt in bed and make kinky love! I bet he’d use that claw as a torture device--”
It just went on from there; and now, unfortunately, Saiyo’s mind was assaulted with the image of Albel touching himself and Fayt squirming beneath the teasing, torturous touches of a sharp metal claw. The bright red blush covering his normally pallid cheeks was something that couldn’t be ignored and Albel’s harsh voice was what brought Saiyo out of his fantasy.
“What are you blushing for, worm?” Saiyo’s gaze was followed to linger on Fayt and he understood perfectly, “I see, what a pathetic little boy you are; you can’t even sit at the table without having sexual thoughts..?” Fayt’s gaze snapped to look over at the other boy who was now hiding his face in embarrassment, “Learn to control your urges, fool; no one wants you ogling them.”
Fayt sighed and shoved Albel, though the nudge to a metal arm couldn’t much be noticed, “Leave him alone Albel; I know for a fact that you do a hell of a lot more ‘ogling’ than he does.” An offended glare cut the short space between the two, yet Fayt only returned it with a grin, “You sure do stare at Axel a lot.”
Albel twitched and his claw tapped the table lightly in warning, “How dare you imply I’d be attracted to that!” a low snarl formed in his throat on the last word and Saiyo cringed as he hurriedly ate his meal, “I merely watch that oaf to see what talent he has; I’ll not lose to another bumbling idiot such as the one sitting next to me.”
“’Bumbling idiot’?” Fayt repeated slowly, “Then what does that make the one who lost to me..?” Fayt smirked and leaned in, “I think that makes you—“
Suddenly they both lunged forward, their mouths silencing further arguing conveniently brought on by Lisa’s dreams; Saiyo sighed in dismay and quickly left the kitchen and its inhabitants to their business. He could only be really thankful that the happenings between his brother and himself had never amounted to anything much more than a few short-lived kisses. (6)
Elsewhere, an exhausted looking Roxas pushed open the door to the room he and Axel shared; he slowly trudged down the hallway, “I’ll kill her.” He spat grumpily once he heard the clunk of boots behind him, “What kind of person reads gay porn for no reason..? It’s like she’s trying to torment us. I didn’t think it was possible for me to do it so many times.” (7)
“Well… now you know that you can.” Axel responded casually, walking slowly in pace next to his friend, “Need any help..? You’re kind of limping…” A gloved hand was placed softly against Roxas’ skin, yet he still jerked and threw his friend’s arm off.
“I’m fine, I don’t need help, Axel.” Roxas straightened up in an attempt to hide his limp and he walked into the kitchen, his attention distracted not for a moment as he passed the two making out on the table; Axel, however, wasn’t so lucky.
Fayt was pinned beneath a slender body; his legs wrapped comfortably around Albel’s thin hips, his fingers were buried in silken two-toned locks. Albel’s human hand rested lightly on one hip while a claw slid teasingly down a slender throat, “Careful Fayt, you’d better keep your filthy comments to yourself… you wouldn’t want me to accidentally apply more pressure than necessary right here would you..?” Albel pressed a little harder, and a thin trail of blood began to trickle down Fayt’s neck.
All the younger could do was sit there breathing shallowly with his head tilted back against the table; Albel licked his lips hungrily and returned to battling tongues with Fayt, their bodies began to grind slowly together. Fayt let out a low moan and began to grip the edge of the table; his fingers slowly turned white as each torturously pleasing movement spread tension throughout his body.
Axel found himself inching closer as Fayt’s trembling fingers reached out to grasp the loop attached to his zipper. He began to slowly pull his clothing open but a sudden hard thrust from Albel caused his hands to jerk the zipper down more quickly, “A-Albel..”
Albel leaned forward; his lips attached themselves to the hardened nub on Fayt’s chest and they curled into a devious smile, his eyes slowly trailed from staring up at Fayt’s flushed face over to the dazed looking redhead standing next to them. Axel froze all together when those crimson eyes glared at him filled with lust and amusement; a pink tongue flicked out to lick Fayt once, long and slow, before he sat up with his full attention focused on nothing but the green eyes of Organization member Number VIII.
“What do you want, fool?” Albel hissed his sword being drawn quickly and pointed straight at Axel’s neck, the tip steadily began to scrape up and down Axel’s jugular, “You’re disgusting. You don’t even try and oppose her, do you?” (8)
“I-I—“
“Axel.” The pyro turned as much as the sword would allow, which wasn’t that much, to gaze at Roxas. He had abandoned his attempts to get food and he was now standing on the other side of the table, “Don’t waste your breath on him; he’ll only insult you.”
“I know he will, you don’t have to tell me, Roxas; I’m a big boy, I can handle this on my own.” Axel shifted his gaze back to Albel, only to follow Albel’s sights right back to Roxas. As quick as it had come the sword retracted back to its sheathe and Albel shifted to remove himself from Fayt.
“Whatever, I’m sick of you maggots.” Albel swung himself fully off of Fayt and headed out of the room. Fayt whined softly at the loss and sat up slowly.
“Damn… I hate when he leaves me like this.” Fayt grumbled as he sat up and slid off the table; he now seemed to be in a foul mood but he managed to force a weak smile onto his face, “Sorry about that, I’ll let you two eat in peace.” Fayt moved past them and into the hall; and Roxas turned right back around, his earlier quest for food returning.
“You know, there are eggs on the table.” Axel pointed out, somehow he felt that Roxas was mad at him; he was always cold, but Axel had long ago learned the difference between the two. The hard thing was figuring out what he’d done wrong.
Roxas glanced at the bowl on the table and frowned, “I’m just a figment of her imagination… what do I need to eat for, anyhow?” Roxas was silent a moment longer before turning towards the kitchen door, “I’m going to find something else to do.” Roxas informed in that tone of voice that seemed to have ‘without you, Axel.’ tacked on to the end.
Roxas continued out of the room, leaving Axel all by his lonesome.